0 comments/  73157 views/  6 favorites

The Gift

By: English Bob



Inspired by Venus

Megan had a Gift. Her mother had it, and her grandmother, when she was alive, had it. Megan had discovered at an early age that if she looked at another person for long enough with her large emerald coloured eyes, that person would become transfixed. With practice and more concentration, she realised that she could not only transfix the person, but also virtually control their mind. In her earlier years this had become a great source of entertainment for Megan. She would have her brother and sister run errands for her and volunteer to do her chores. When out shopping with her parents it was easy to get her mother to purchase the fashion clothes that she wanted rather than the boring conservative items that her mother thought that she should have. When at school, although she was a pretty girl, she found it was much more fun to use her Gift to secure a date with the best looking boy for a dance or social gathering.

However, as the years passed and Megan matured, she found that she used her Gift less and less, relying on her instinctive intelligence, sharp personality and good looks to get her the things she wanted from her life.

At 35 years old, Megan thought that she was well settled. Her management career with a good PR company in the city kept her busy enough, and she had her husband Barry. However, a week ago all that had changed. Barry had left her. After a long conversation that continued well into the night, Barry had informed her that he had been seeing another woman (ten years Megan's junior), and that he wanted to move in with her. Barry had left that night and after crying herself to sleep, Megan awoke the following morning vowing to get her life together. 

And so she found herself a week later preparing to go out for a night on the town. She had selected a large noisy bar with good music, and there was always the possibility that she might meet someone else. Firstly, Megan took a long hot bath, indulging herself with expensive oils and soaps. As she dried herself, she looked at her naked body in the full length mirror. She was pleased that her daily aerobics class had kept her body in good shape. Her legs were long and smooth, tapering nicely to her ankles and small dainty feet. She kept her pubic hair well trimmed with just a small patch of blonde hair above her pussy. Her waist was trim and her flat tummy accentuated her full breasts. Casually she cupped her hands under her breasts. Although large, regular exercise had kept them fairly firm. She ran her fingers lightly over her pink nipples feeling a tingle down her spine. She shivered slightly and, on an odd impulse, pinched them a little, feeling then start to harden slightly. She felt strange standing in front of the mirror, she had not masturbated properly since her teens. Her sex life with Barry had been adequate but not excessive; the usual Friday or Saturday night sessions with some brief foreplay before intercourse usually in the missionary position. Her nipples were now quite hard. She felt oddly excited as if she were doing this for the first time and that it was somehow very naughty. Feeling more daring, she let her hand drift down to her trimmed bush, letting her index finger slowly drift up and down the warm folds of her pussy. She was surprised that she had become quite moist down there and as she looked back into the mirror she could see that her face was flushed. As her finger came into contact with her clitoris she let out a sigh. 

"God what am I doing?" she thought as she pulled her hands away. "You're not a teenager any more you know".

Megan glanced at the clock on the dresser. Time was getting on. She made a mental promise to continue with her caresses when she returned. She thought briefly about not going out at all and tending to herself now, but realised that if she didn't get her social life back on track now she would more than likely regret it later. With this, she selected her clothes for the evening. The night air was warm so she chose a light summer dress, low enough at the front to show a little cleavage and the hem finishing just above her knees. She complimented the dress with a pair of tight yellow bikini panties and a matching bra. She finished the outfit with black heels and a black short jacket. Applying her makeup carefully and tying her long blonde hair back into a pony tail, she once again inspected her work in the mirror.

"Excellent" she said to herself, laughing. "You can still look good!!"

She picked up her keys and purse and headed out into the night.

* * * * *

As Megan stepped from the taxi, she felt a cool breeze play around her legs sending a shiver down her spine and reminding her of her earlier excitement. She paid the driver his fare and, taking a deep breath, walked into the bar.

The bar was dark and fairly crowded for the hour as Megan meandered her way towards the counter. Taking a seat on a high stool she attracted the attention of the bar tender and ordered a large vodka martini. As she sipped her drink she looked around the bar. 

"Mostly couples" she thought to herself. "That's OK, plenty of time"

During the next hour, several men approached her with offers of drinks, all of which Megan politely refused. "You can spot a married man a mile off" she thought "they are so obvious".

As a few more martini's warmed her insides, Megan began to feel more relaxed. As her eyes flitted around the room she began to think that she might like to use her Gift once again. 

"It might be fun" she thought, grinning to herself, "having a man at my command."

All thoughts immediately vanished as she watched a familiar man approach the bar. 

"Jesus Christ.... BARRY" she said to herself in disbelief. "What the hell is he doing here"

Megan quickly turned back to the bar so as not to be noticed by her estranged husband. Barry purchased his drinks and Megan watched out of the corner of her eye as he returned to his table. Seated with Barry was a tall slim woman in her mid twenties. She was stunningly attractive with long jet black hair and fine features. As she was seated, Megan could not make out the rest of her body but guessed that it was as attractive as the rest of her!

Megan was seething. "Shit - how dare he bring her into this bar. Had he known she would be here? Was he flaunting his new prize?" The thoughts rushed through Megan's mind at 100 miles an hour.

Megan thought of an idea. She had to get closer to the couple. Had to see more. She knew that the woman was younger than herself and extremely attractive, but she wanted to get closer. Gathering up her drink she looked for the last guy who had recently tried to hit on her. She spotted him standing by himself and manouvered herself into such a position that she could see Barry and his little bitch over the guy's shoulder without being seen herself. As the stranger introduced himself and started to bang on about something intensely boring to Megan, she let her eyes drift over his shoulder. She could now clearly see the younger woman with Barry. She had been right, she was stunning. She had a perfect figure with medium sized breasts (no need for a bra Megan realised) and very long legs. She wore a micro skirt and silk blouse and the outfit was finished off with spiked heel shoes. Megan stared at her. The woman seemed deeply engrossed in something that Barry was saying to her and smiled revealing perfect teeth. The guy hitting on Megan was still oblivious to her disinterest as he rattled on. 

Megan seemed slightly uncomfortable as she continued to watch the woman. She had never been attracted to another woman before but she realised that she was seeing this woman in a sexual context. Megan believed that she possessed a completely open mind about such things but was shocked at her current feelings. "She is just so sexy" she thought 

Suddenly an idea came to Megan. She could use her Gift on both the woman and Barry and she could satisfy her curiosity about the woman's body. 

The woman with Barry moved from her seat. Megan realised that she was on her way to the bathroom. She must act now. Throwing only a cursory apology to the guy still talking to her she turned and followed the woman to the bathroom. As she watched the woman go through the door, Megan waited outside. After a few minutes Megan heard movement from inside as she realised the woman was about to come out again. As she exited, Megan moved forward and collided with the woman.

"Oh...I'm sorry" said the woman, surprised. "I didn't see you th..."

Megan stared deep into the woman's blue eyes, rooting her to the spot. The seconds ticked by as Megan turned up the mental intensity penetrating her way into the other woman's mind.

"What is your name?" asked Megan.

The woman seemed perfectly calm and had a glazed expression as she replied.

"Carla" she said "My name is Carla Evans."

Megan continued "Carla, I have complete control of your mind. You should not be alarmed as I wish you no harm, but you will obey my instructions. Is that clear?"

Carla nodded her agreement as Megan continued.

"Everything that I command of you will seem perfectly natural. Do you understand?"

Again Carla nodded as the two women made their way back to Barry's table.

"Hello Barry" said Megan as she stared deep into his eyes.

"Megan...god...what are you doin..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Barry immediately became transfixed as Megan intensified her stare. Megan repeated the same warnings to Barry as she had to Carla. "I should have thought of this before" she laughed to herself. "It might have improved our sex life!"

"Right. Let's go somewhere a little more private shall we?" Megan said. "Barry, telephone that limousine service that your company uses. Tell them we need the largest limo they have for a few hours and put it all on your company expense account." 

"Let's see you explain that to your boss!!" she thought to herself 

As Barry pulled his cell phone and dialed the number, Megan turned to Carla.

"Well now little Miss, I'm not really sure of my feelings at the moment. You certainly have me attracted to you and I guess that I should explore that side of my personality a little. From now on you will both refer to me as Mistress. Is that clear?"

Both Carla and Barry sounded their agreement without hesitation as the trio finished up their drinks. Megan's heart was fluttering like a scared butterfly. Could this really be happening? Was she about to have her first encounter with another woman and her soon to be ex-husband? The thoughts kept flying around her head as she looked up and saw a large black limo pull up outside the bar. 

"It's now or never" she thought to herself as she swallowed the last of her drink and led Barry and Carla outside and into the car. 

Under Megan's instruction, Barry told the driver to just keep driving around the city and to close the partition screen between the main body of the car and the drivers seat. As the limo pulled away, Megan looked at Carla. She took a deep breath and, with trembling fingers started to unbutton the front of Carla's silk blouse. Megan ordered Barry to just sit and watch for the time being. As Megan released the last button, the material swished away from Carla's upper body revealing two perfectly formed breasts. Megan had not seen another woman's breasts up close before and she was surprised at how much this was turning her on. Carla just sat back against the cool leather seats as Megan slowly removed the blouse completely and bent forward to kiss her nipples. As Megan's lips closed around the nipple, she could taste Carla's subtle body spray. Her skin felt hot and taught as Megan rolled her wet tongue around the hardening bud and drew it deep into her mouth. As she suckled on Carla's tit, Megan's hands found the hem of Carla's short skirt and quickly pushed the whole thing up round her waist. As Megan released her nipple and looked down she was pleasantly surprised to find Carla wore no underwear at all, and that she was completely shaved. 

"Open your legs now Carla" instructed Megan

Carla's breathing had become a little short and her nipples had stiffened after the attention they had received as she spread her long legs in front of her Mistress

"Use your fingers. Play with yourself" continued Megan

Without hesitation Carla brought both her hands between her legs and started to stroke her shaved pussy.

"Mmmmmmm oh yes.... oooooooooohhhhhh..... that feels nice Mistress" groaned Carla

Megan smiled to herself as she felt the power of the situation. Feeling bolder she continued her instructions to Carla. "Push your fingers in deep. Play with your asshole as well. But do not cum without my permission" Megan and Barry both watched intently as the half naked Carla sat between them with her legs spread and her fingers in her ass and pussy masturbating for all she was worth.

Megan could feel her own wetness seeping through her bikini panties now. This was amazing to be able to watch a beautiful young girl finger both her holes in front of her like this. She turned her attention to her husband.

"Barry, you little shit. You never went down on me throughout our entire marriage. But you're sure gonna now!"

Pulling the hem of her dress up to her waist and wriggling out of her damp panties, Megan spread herself open.

"Down on your knees Barry, my cheating excuse for a husband. Make me cum on your face!"

Without question, Barry dropped to his knees in front of Megan and pressed his face to her open wet snatch. As his tongue flicked over her exposed clitoris, Megan pulled the straps from her dress and lifted her bra. She could feel Barry's tongue start to fuck her slit as it went in and out and she drew a sharp intake of breath. 

"Lick my clit as well you idiot!" she screamed as she pulled on her hard nipples. "God, I never realised how useless you would be at giving head!"

Barry complied silently as his tongue swirled over and over her clit occasionally taking it between his teeth and nibbling gentle.

Megan, now getting hotter by the minute, turned to the masturbating figure of Carla sitting next to her.

"Stop fingering yourself for a moment and suck on my nipples" she commanded.

As Carla's lipstick red mouth closed over her nipple Megan could stand it no more. 

"Aaaahhhhhhhh yessssssss.... lick my clit.... mmmmmmmm.... suck on my nipple....I'm CUMMINGGGGGGG... AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"

Megan's orgasm took her completely by surprise. She bucked her hips off the seat covering Barry's face with her juices. Her tits bounced up and down as Carla struggled to keep the nipple in her mouth. She squeezed her legs together around Barry's face keeping him in direct contact with her flowing pussy as wave after wave of intense excitement crashed through her body.

As her orgasm subsided, Megan looked over at Carla. Her fingers were back in her pussy and she could see her cunt lips glisten with moisture.

"Oh dear" said Megan patronisingly, "does the poor baby need to cum?" "Lean over my lap so I can feel your tender little ass cheeks" 

Carla positioned herself so that she was lying face down across Megan's lap with her ass in the air and her head in Barry's lap who was now sitting next to Megan.

"Well, I guess you have seen his cock a few times before, so you might as well suck on it now" ordered Megan. "But you will need to be punished for sucking off another woman's husband"

As Carla unzipped Barry's trousers and released his cock, Megan watched. All thoughts of jealousy had now vanished as she saw with lust how Carla gently wrapped her small hand around his erection and lowered her mouth over the head. Carla's throat bulged as she took Barry's penis deep inside humming slightly to increase the stimulation.

As Barry closed his eyes, lost in a sea of extasy, Megan started to run her hands over Carla's beautiful, smooth, naked ass. Using her hands to open Carla's legs, Megan pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. 

"Mmmmuuugghhhhhhh" Carla's groan was muffled by the large erection that was filling her mouth.

Megan pulled her fingers out of Carla's cunt and proceeded to wipe them on her upturned ass. Instinctively Megan slapped her hand down on to Carla's butt.

*CRACK*

"Ooowwwww...oh Mistress that hurts...is that my punishment?"

Megan was surprised at her actions, but watching the perfect flesh of Carla's ass turn pink and ripple slightly excited her more.

"That's just the start, my little slave" Megan chuckled, and immediately landed two more slaps.

*CRACK*...*CRACK*

Barry now had his eyes open as Carla had let go of his prick, but for some reason felt he was completely unable to protest at the use of his girlfriends ass.

"Mistress?" asked Barry "I am so close to cumming. Please may I be allowed some release from Carla?"

"Very well" replied Megan "Carla, I'm going to continue your punishment. With every slap you will take Barry's cock deeper into your throat until he cums"

"Y..yes Mistress" Carla sobbed. "I..I..I.. understand"

As Carla once again took Barry into her mouth, Megan fumbled through her purse. Eventually finding what she wanted, she pulled out a wooden handled hair brush. Hardly believing she was capable of such actions, she brought the brush down three times on Carla's already reddened ass cheeks.

*CRACK*....*CRACK*.....*CRACK* 

As the third strike landed Megan could clearly see the familiar shape of Barry's cock swell deep in Carla's throat. Barry drew in a sharp breath and screamed as he felt the pain mixed with extasy as the third strike landed and he felt Carla's teeth on his shaft.

"Ooooooowwwwwwwwww... oooooohhhhhh godddddddd...it hurts... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh I'm cumminggggggg... YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSS... AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.

As Barry's cock erupted and Carla tried in vain to swallow his cum, Megan pushed the handle of the brush deep in to Carla's wet pussy and began to fuck her with it.

"You like this my little slave bitch? Hmmmm yes?" Megan said as she continued to pump the brush. "You want to cum with Barry's sperm all over your face?"

Carla was in a world of her own. Barry's cum was dribbling from her red lips as her pussy was assaulted from behind by her Mistress. She could still feel the fire from her ass cheeks from her *punishment*, but this was now replaced by a feeling of complete and total lust as she felt the brush go deep inside her. She could not understand why she felt unable to complain, she was not usually submissive but felt that she had no choice but to obey her Mistress. She felt the heat in her pussy build as she ground her hips into the lap of her Mistress beneath her.

"Ooohhhhh goddd Mistress....Please may I cummmmmm??....I'm so close now" Carla pleaded

"Yes, my little slave bitch...cum for me now" screamed Megan as she quickly replaced the brush handle with her own fingers. "Cum now..cum now.."

Rather than screaming, Carla more whimpered and sobbed her way to orgasm. "Oh Mistress..Mistress..Mistress" she called over and over as her fresh young body convulsed and twitched on Megan's lap. Megan's fingers kept a regular rhythm as they plunged in and out of the girl's open pussy and asshole as her orgasm exploded through her body.

Now satisfied with her work Megan ordered the driver to pull over. They were in a remote part of town more than 3 miles away from the residential areas.

"Right you two" said Megan "I've finished with you...for now. You can both walk home from here. But one more thing. You may not dress yourselves, and if anyone wishes to take advantage of you on the way home, you will allow them to do with you whatever they wish. When you awake tomorrow you will remember nothing of this evening. However, the next time that you see my face, you will immediately be under my control. Is that understood?"


The Gift



This is a story I originally wrote back in October. I had originally intended to submit it to "Erotic Horror", but as the story came together I decided it worked much better as a Romance. Please leave me feedback and let me know what you think of it, good, bad, or ugly. Thanks.

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real person(s) or events is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

=========================================

I sat alone in the darkened living room, the only illumination in the entire house provided by two flickering candles on either end of the mantle. Between them, the flames danced on three silver frames, pictures from much happier times. On the left was a photo of a much younger - and far happier - me, with my arm around the shoulders of a gorgeous blonde. In the middle, the same couple, a few years later, on their wedding day. On the right, the blonde woman by herself, slightly older, perhaps, but still incredibly beautiful. She was smiling, just as in the other two, but in this photo the smile almost-but-not-quite reached her eyes. I blissfully had no clue as I took that picture that only a few months later, she would be gone.

I took a sip of my wine, remembering. If ever two people were fitted together more closely than Cindy and me, I've never met or even heard of them. We complemented each other perfectly - where one of us was weak or lacking in one area of our lives, the other was strong and had more than enough for both of us: she was my patience, since I so often seemed to have none; my casualness when I took things too seriously; my logic, when my lack of patience made me too hasty or rash. For her, I was her confidant to tell her deepest, darkest secrets and fears to; her strong shoulder to cry on; her rock in the stormy seas of life. More than anything, though, we each were the seemingly inexhaustible fountains of love that the other drank from every day. Love tends to perhaps not fade, but soften as the years go by, but not for me: each and every morning I woke up as much in love with Cindy as the day we first fell in love.

I thought she felt the same; certainly she never gave me any reason to think otherwise. Then one day, I returned early from a business trip. I finished up my business early and was able to catch a much earlier flight home than the one scheduled. I got a taxi home instead of calling her, intending to surprise her, but in the end it was me who was surprised.

As the taxi pulled up to the house, I was surprised to see a rented moving truck backed up to the front door. My first thought, naively, was that Cindy had bought new carpet or new furniture and intended to surprise me with it. But as soon as I stepped from the cab, I saw the look of horror on her face and with a terrible certainty, I knew.

I'm a proud man, successful in business due to luck or skill or a combination of the two, distinguished and well-respected. But you wouldn't have known it that day. I fell to my knees, groveling and begging at her feet like the poorest, most abject beggar. Whatever it was that I did or failed to do, just tell me and I would do anything, pay any price, to make it right. Just please, for the love of God, don't leave! Oh, God, please! Anything but this!

But it was all for naught, because it wasn't due to anything I had done or didn't do that she was leaving. It was because of two things I had absolutely no control over: time and gravity. She sat me down in this very room, mere feet from where I sat now, and explained things. She intended, she said, to write me a letter and leave it for me to find, but since I had unexpectedly come home early, she explained face to face.

I am almost ten years older than Cindy. When we met, she was just out of college, young, and stunningly beautiful, the sort who could almost turn a blind man's head. Although to me she was just as beautiful on the day she left as the day I met her, by her thirtieth birthday she had begun to notice tiny imperfections in her beauty, and began to notice that she didn't turn quite as many heads as she once had.

Though beautiful, Cindy was no bubbleheaded peroxide blonde. She was highly intelligent, with an IQ that very well may have been higher than my own. But when you see a woman walking down the street you don't elbow your friend and say, "Wow, look at the brains on her!" No, you look at her face, or her breasts, or her legs, so when slightly fewer men chose to look at Cindy's external features, it affected her in ways I never knew or appreciated. Therefore, when a much younger man that she knew only in passing still got tongue-tied and weak in the knees when she was around, she ate that up. Though I never failed to tell her and show her nearly every day how beautiful she was to me, when I pointed that out that day, her response was, "Yes, but you're my husband. You're supposed to tell me I'm beautiful."

For nearly a year, she explained, she and the young man had had at least an emotional relationship. Several months ago, that relationship became physical and intimate. I had always trusted Cindy because she had never given me reason not to, and so when she told me she had to work late or was meeting a female friend for lunch and shopping, I naively believed that was exactly where she was.

"You're saying what I'm guilty of is trusting you too much?" I bluntly asked her that day, to which her reply was simply, "Yes."

She and the young man were in love, she explained, and when she said that she loved him more than she had ever loved me, I cursed the cruelty of fate for not mercifully allowing me to die before hearing those words. There was nothing, she said, I could do or say to change her mind. She was taking, she explained, little more than her clothes and personal items and moving in with him, and when she suggested that it would be easier on us both if I simply left and came back after she was gone - as she had originally intended - I was too broken-hearted and despondent to do anything else.

That was six years ago. Six years to the day. Ironically, today was a Friday, just as that awful day had been. A few hours later I had come home to a dark and empty house. She had been true to her word, taking nearly nothing besides her own things, but without her warm and loving presence, the house was as barren as if she had cleaned it out to the bare walls.

As a last and unsuccessful grasp at convincing her to stay, I warned her that the relationship with this other man was doomed to failure, a prediction that came true less than a year later. I took no joy in being right. In fact, it had ended violently, with her male friend accusing her of unfaithfulness, and he abused her both verbally and physically for several months until she left. Whether his accusations were justified or not is open to debate - someone who will lie for you will lie to you, after all - though his abuse was clearly unjustifiable.

For a long time I entertained fantasies that Cindy would return, that she would come home, tearfully beg forgiveness, and I would sweep her into my loving arms, and like in fairy tales, we would "live happily ever after". But while I kept the door open for her, it never happened.

"Why the hell do you do this to yourself, Johnny?" I said quietly, staring into my wine glass.

Six years ago on that terrible Friday night, the longest night of my life, I had sat right here, the same pictures on the mantle, the same candlesticks, identical candles providing the only light, as I sipped wine. Tonight I thought briefly of the gun in my nightstand upstairs. That night, six years ago, I had thought about it a great deal. But that night, just like every anniversary since, I always found a reason to say, "Not this year."

"Not this year, either," I whispered.

I stood and stared out at the night through the front window. The rain that had threatened most of the day was now falling, coming down in torrents. With the moon down or covered by clouds, I couldn't see the sheets of rain, but only hear it.

"Good night, Cindy," I said, lifting my wine glass in a toast, then draining it. "Wherever you are."

I looked at the pictures one last time. In the morning, I would wrap them, and the candlesticks, carefully in silk, just as I had done for six years, and delicately put them away until next year.

I took down the one in the middle, gently kissed the picture of the lips I missed, and put it back. Of the three, that picture was my favorite: she looked so radiant in her white dress, both of us so very happy.

I snuffed out the candles and headed upstairs to bed.

******

It took several minutes before I realized the soft knocking wasn't part of a dream and instead was coming from downstairs. I woke up and looked at the clock: just after 1:00. Who the hell is at my door at one o'clock in the fucking morning?

I pulled on my robe and started downstairs. After a moment, I returned to the bedroom and retrieved my nine millimeter Beretta from the bedside table, slipping it into the pocket of my robe. Home invaders rarely knock on the door, I knew, but better safe than sorry...

I checked the peep hole and didn't see anyone. That didn't mean anything; the peep hole has a rather large blind area. Finally, with one hand resting on the butt of the gun in my pocket, I flung open the door with the other hand.

I couldn't believe it: there stood Cindy, silent and dripping wet from the rain, but there she was, just as I remembered her. She looked at me with a pitiable expression and reached for me with both arms. I reached for her as well and swept her into my arms, all thoughts of the gun or anything else completely forgotten. She was freezing cold and shivering.

"Come in," I said, ushering her into the house. Once inside with the door closed, I took a moment to look her over. She was barefoot and filthy, her pretty blonde hair lifeless and plastered to her scalp in a dozen places, as she stood, dripping water all over the floor of the entryway. But to me, she was as gorgeous as the day, twelve years ago, that I married her, because she was home. I closed my eyes and breathed a silent prayer of thanks.

Leaving her just inside the front door, I hurried to the downstairs bathroom and returned with a couple of large bath towels. All she was wearing was a fairly ugly, featureless dress that came halfway to her ankles. One glance was all it took to see that whatever the dress had once been or whatever shape it had once held, it was now ruined and saturated with cold water.

"Let's get you out of these wet clothes before you catch pneumonia," I told her. Since the dress was ruined anyway, there was no need to be careful with it. I unzipped it all the way, but when I saw how it clung to her body, I gave up and simply ripped it in several places. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Even dripping wet as she was, I looked at her beautiful nude body. Though I hadn't seen her naked in more than six years, she was just as I remembered her: the familiar shape of her breasts, the little pink nipples I had once sucked to her delight, the soft curve of her belly, the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair that pointed like an arrow to her clit. Not that I ever needed any directions to her sweet honeypot...

I dried her carefully with the towels, patting her dry delicately. I still wasn't entirely sure this wasn't a vivid dream, and I was almost afraid to touch her, for fear that she would suddenly vanish like a soap bubble. I worked my way down her body, finally lifting her feet, one at a time, to dry them completely. As I dried her, she took one of the towels and dried her hair, finally wrapping the towel around her head. Soon she was completely dry, and though she was still cold, her skin was beginning to approach a normal level of warmth. At least she had stopped shivering.

"Johnny, I'm so sorry," she said quietly, speaking for the first time, as she wrapped her arms around me. "I love you."

"I know," I said, enfolding her in my arms. I so wanted to kiss her lips and tell her that I loved her, too, but my lips just couldn't form the words. There had been so much ugliness that passed between us these past six years, so much hurt and pain. I felt I could, someday, love her again and tell her that, but it would take time. Maybe a long time. But it would come. 

But none of that was important right now. What was important was that she was here, in my arms. Unable to tell her that I loved her, I simply held her tight. "I'm so glad you're home." She seemed to understand my difficulty, and tilted her head up for a kiss.

I lifted her nude form into my arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom we had shared for so many wonderful years, the way I might have carried the finest expensive crystal. After I set her back on her feet once more, she kissed me again, more passionately this time.

"I don't know where to begin telling you how sorry I am, Johnny," she said, her voice filled with sorrow and woe. "You were right, about everything. You were right. I've missed you so much. I never should have left..."

"I know," I said in a low, soothing voice. "We can talk in the morning. Right now, I just want to hold you." 

For six years I was so angry. I fantasized and dreamed of what I would do if I ever had the opportunity I did right then: I would rub her nose in it, make sure she knew that yes, I had warned her, and yet she had been too blind to listen. I would give her at least a taste of the emotional pain she had caused me. But now that the opportunity was here, the moment that I saw her in the pouring rain, soaking wet and miserable, the moment I took her in my arms once again, all my anger dried up and disappeared like the morning dew in the sun. Now all I wanted to do was to hold her and never again let her go.

"I know this doesn't make up for anything," she whispered. "But let me give you this."

She removed my robe, letting it fall to the floor, then gently placed her palms on my chest, easing me backwards to the bed. I stretched out on the mattress, and she climbed on top of me.

She started at my chest and made a line of kisses down over my belly until she got to my cock. I was about half-hard at this point, and she fished with her mouth until she caught the tip of my penis without using her hands. I groaned in pleasure as I felt the warmth of her mouth around my shaft, and felt it grow along her tongue, seeking out the back of her throat.

As soon as I was fully hard, she disengaged her mouth and moved up from my thighs to my hips. Balancing herself with one hand on my belly, she used her other hand to guide me into her. I'm not especially long, but I am fairly thick, and as she slowly impaled more and more of her tight pussy on my cock, I felt the head pushing her soft, warm tissues aside to make room for itself. I had not exactly been celibate during these past six years, but nothing, not a one, had ever felt like Cindy.

She fucked me at a slow, easy pace, keeping one hand gently on my balls as she rocked back and forth, to get a sense of how close I was to cumming. She did all the work, leaving my hands with nothing to do but roam at will as I stroked her breasts, her legs, and even the soft soles of her feet. In contrast to how cold she had felt only minutes ago, she was now pleasantly warm all over.

She rode me until I began to feel the first distant, remote hints of cumming, then suddenly rocked forward until I slid out of her. I was just about to ask why, when I felt her blonde hair tickle my face.

She kissed me deeply. "I'm sorry I refused you all those years," she said mysteriously. Then, without further explanation or giving me a chance to ask, she slid back down my body. I felt the tip of my cock touch soft, wet flesh, but then I felt her fingers lightly take hold of my shaft and move it a few inches, the tip settling into a small, dry divot.

She pressed back against my tip with steadily increasing pressure. Then all at once, her ass opened, taking the head of my cock inside. She had apparently lubed the inside of her ass, because while it was extremely tight, she made slow but steady progress of taking the whole six inches inside.

"Oh, God, Johnny, this feels so good," she hissed through her teeth.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No, not at all," she said, and in the dark I could hear the delighted amazement in her voice. "I should have let you do this a long time ago."

It took a bit, but soon she got it all inside. Gently, slowly, she began to slide back and forth. It was only an inch or two, but after years of asking and outright begging, I was finally in her ass. I hugged her close, pulling her tight breasts against my torso as I wrapped my fingers in her hair. I never wanted to let her go.

"I saved it for you, Johnny," she cooed. "I did so many things I'm ashamed of, but I kept my ass for you. All for you. Do you like it?"

"It's fantastic," I grunted. "I love it. It's so tight. Thank you for keeping it for me."

"Thank you for not turning me away tonight." 

My breathing changed and she changed her pace, fucking her ass faster and deeper, knowing my orgasm was imminent. "I love you, Johnny. I didn't realize it for a long time, but I never stopped loving you."

I felt incredibly conflicted. Everything in me wanted to tell her I loved her. But I didn't know what to do or what to say. What to do? Oh, God, what do I do? Somehow, there in the darkness, she seemed to read my mind.

"It's okay, Johnny," she whispered, as I felt a tear fall from her eyes and onto my chest. "Say it. Just this once, for me, my love..."

"I LOVE YOU!" I screamed. "OH, GOD, CINDY, I LOVE YOU!!!" The words burst from my mouth even as my cock exploded inside her, spewing hot cum deep into her body. I don't know how much or how long I came. It felt like gallons. When it was over, I was totally spent, exhausted as if I had not slept in days.

Cindy lay peacefully on top of me, stroking my face and my chest as I did the same to her hair. She was in no hurry to get off of me. It was only after my cock had softened to the point that it came out of her on its own that she slowly, reluctantly rolled off of me. I lay on my left side and she on her right, facing one another in the dark as she lovingly stroked my hair.

"That was incredible," I mumbled, my sleepiness evident in my voice. "I had almost forgotten how good sex with you is. I want to do it again in the morning, and the afternoon, and the evening...all day long. It doesn't have to be anal. Just sex. Besides," I chuckled. "I owe you an orgasm." There was no response from her, only silence, and the feeling of her soft fingers tenderly stroking my hair.

"Thank you for that," I said.

"Thank you for letting me say goodbye, Johnny," she whispered sadly. "Always remember I love you, and I'm sorry..."

Her words registered in my brain, especially the word "goodbye". I wanted to ask her what she meant, but I was already too far gone. My brain hit the off switch and I faded into restful unconsciousness.

******

I'm not sure what woke me the next morning, if it was the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, or the loud pounding on my front door. Either way, I dragged myself out of bed and retrieved my robe from the floor, right where Cindy had taken it off me during the night. I looked at her side of the bed. She wasn't there. The sheet on that side of the bed was undisturbed also. For some reason, it did not surprise me.

I put on my robe and padded downstairs. I opened the door without checking the peep hole, and saw two police officers standing there. Awkwardly, my first thought was of the gun in the pocket of my robe. I carefully kept my hand far away from that pocket to avoid any potentially deadly "misunderstandings".




The Gift



"Good morning, officers," I said with the customary wariness of finding the police outside your front door. It certainly looked like a good morning. The cold rain of the night before had stopped, leaving behind what promised to be a pretty early-Spring day. "What can I do for you?"

"Good morning," the older of the two said with a gravity to his voice. "Are you Mr. Young?"

"Last time I checked," I joked, in a weak attempt to inject some levity into the visit. The levity was for me, however, not them. "I'm John Young."

"Are you related to or have any connection to a Ms. Cynthia Young?"

"Cindy," I corrected. Cynthia was the name her parents gave her, but I'm not sure anyone had used it since. "Yeah, she's my wife. My estranged wife, anyway. We've been separated for about six years now. I haven't seen her since." Well, that wasn't entirely true, was it?

"Six years?" the officer asked, slightly taken aback.

"Well, we just never got around to filing for divorce," I lied. The truth was, I had declined to file, and she hadn't asked. There was a part of me that always believed she would come home someday.

Both officers drew themselves up in a very rigid, formal posture, like soldiers standing at attention. "Sir," the elder spoke again, "it is our sad duty to inform you that Ms. Young was killed last night in a car accident."

My reaction no doubt struck them as odd: I nearly laughed in their faces. "What?" I asked, managing to stop at a silly, incredulous grin. "That's impossible." I didn't elaborate, not wanting to come across as totally insane.

"One of her tires blew out on a bridge, a couple of miles from here. She lost control, skidded on the wet pavement, and struck part of the bridge structure. She was not wearing a seat belt and was ejected from the vehicle with enough force that it knocked her out of her shoes. If it's any consolation, she was killed instantly. She didn't suffer."

I suddenly felt like I had been punched in the stomach. "Wh-what time was the accident?" I managed to get out, my voice tight, strained.

"Shortly after midnight. Sometime around 12:18 a.m. A motorist came upon the accident and called it in to 911."

"12:18? Any chance...are you sure about the time?"

"It could have been slightly earlier. It was night and there's not a lot of traffic on that road, as I'm sure you're aware. But dispatch logged the call at 12:18. That much is certain."

"Th-thank you, officers." I felt weak in the knees.

"Sir, it's none of my business and it's not pertinent to the accident report, but do you know why your wife might have been on that road at that time of night?"

I understood the question. He was right: there isn't a lot of traffic on that road, especially at night. The reason there's not much traffic is because there's nowhere to go. I live in a fairly rural area, and the road in question is little more than a somewhat neglected two-lane spur. Besides my house, there are maybe fifty other single-family dwellings, plus a little gas station/convenience store and a video rental place. There was no reason for her to be out there. No reason that I could think of, anyway.

"I have no idea," I said, musing it over. "Maybe she was coming home. Who knows?"

"No way of knowing, I suppose," he said.

He passed over one of his business cards. There was a number scribbled on the back. "That's the number of the accident report. In the next couple of days you'll want to get a copy. I don't know if you're listed as next-of-kin." He stood silently for a bit longer, then when I said nothing else, he turned to walk away.

"Again, sir, I'm sorry for your loss. Have a good day."

"Wait, one question. If you don't know if I'm listed as next-of-kin, how did you know where to come to notify me?"

"Oh. There was a piece of paper found in her purse with this address. When we ran it through the computer, the address came back as your name. Since the last names are the same, we assumed there might be a connection."

I stood numbly as the officers walked away, got into their patrol car, and drove off. Only after they had been gone for several minutes did I drag myself back inside.

I made it maybe ten feet before sitting down hard on the floor. I was raised in a very traditional way by very traditional parents. One thing my father taught me is that "men don't cry". I don't know if Dad would have understood or not, so it's probably a good thing he wasn't there, because I cried. I cried myself sick that morning, and I didn't give a damn who saw me. When I was done, I wasn't sitting on the floor, but lying on it.

Cindy was gone. Now there never would be any reconciliation between us. After six years, the idea of us getting back together and putting our marriage back together was unlikely in the extreme, but perhaps we might have, somehow, had closure. Yes, the argument could be made that whatever had happened at 1:00 in the morning was closure, but I didn't know what that had been. I'm a skeptic, and as such I have a lot of difficulty believing in anything supernatural. And the more I thought about it, now in the cold light of day, the more convinced I was that the whole thing had been a dream.

Whether I was right to cry about her death or not, the fact remained that I was on the floor, and you eventually have to pick yourself up. I rolled onto my belly to get my legs under me. As I did, I caught a glimpse of something under a table in the hallway. It wasn't large, just a rough rectangle of some sort. I fished it out, intending to throw it away. Thankfully, I took a moment to look at it first.

At first I didn't recognize it, as I turned it over and over in my hands. Then all at once I recognized it in stunning clarity: it was a piece of cloth, torn from a certain ugly, waterlogged dress, one that belonged to someone very special. No longer willing to throw it away, I placed it lovingly in a photo album, one filled with pictures of me and Cindy in much happier times. I didn't label it; perhaps in a few years I'll get the album down for some reason or another and not remember why I kept the cloth or what its significance is. No, I decided. I'll always remember.

I touched the fabric one last time. "Thanks, Cindy," I said quietly. "Thank you for the gift. I'll always love you, babe."

As I placed the album back on the bookshelf, I realized that Cindy had been wrong about one thing: her last gift to me had not been anal sex. It had been saying goodbye.



The Gift



Norfolk, VA June 5, 1978 2pm

"Pete, Pete!" I yelled as the bus came to a stop. My handsome, soldier-husband jumped down from the top step of the bus grabbed me around the waist swinging me in a huge circle. Together we laughed and cried as dazed and dizzy, we kissed clinging to each other. 

"I've missed you," he said speaking into my hair as we fumbled at buttons and zippers. Finally, in the privacy of our tiny, base apartment, we allowed the hunger from separation to drive our lust. 

"I have to have you, now," he said as he finished undressing me by ripping the sheer, summer dress and lacy bra from my shoulders. Grabbing both breasts in his hands he kneaded the soft, full flesh then dropped to his knees and fed first from one large, taut nipple then the other. 

"Oh God, I've missed these nipples. A tour is too long...14 months is too damned long. I couldn't remember how the wrinkled flesh around the base of your nipples felt on my lips. I never want to forget that, Jamie, never!" He said as he continued sucking and licking. 

I ran my fingers through his short cropped hair holding his head tightly against me gasping as his sucking intensified. I felt moistness between my legs, "Oh yes. Please. You make me so wet. I want you," I said pushing him back and down onto the floor. 

"No baby I want you in our nest. Did you make our nest up like I showed you?" he asked as he ran his hand up between my legs and slid his fingers along my folds groaning as my slick juices coated his hand. He grabbed me around the knees easily lifting me over his shoulder. My bare ass at his ear, I massaged his broad back down to his ass as he quickly walked down the hall and into our bedroom. As he lowered me to our bed, he ran his hands along my sides over the thick, top quilt then buried his head between my thighs. Sucking my large, sensitive clit into his mouth he groaned and gently bit me. 

"Aaahh," I cried out. "Don't tease me now, please. Please I need you. I've needed this for so long." I was using my feet to push his open pants down his thighs. As his cock sprang free, I pulled him up by his ears. "Please just push inside me now. Please, now, Now, NOW!" 

His cock easily threaded my moist opening. Frantic and crazed for each other we humped, pumped and throbbed against each other. Feeling his balls hitting the skin just below my slit with each thunderous plunge, I felt his cock swell. Screaming as my internal muscles began their rhythmic spasm, he released his seed deep inside me. Later, after exhausting each other, we lay...still entwined, the room smelled of sex and musky sweat. My long, red hair was damp; the sheets beneath us wet. Our breathing finally calm, the intensity of separation at last quieted, we talked. 

"The nest is perfect. You remembered. How many layers of quilts and comforters did you use?" he asked. 

"Three quilts and four comforters and you're right it is easier to store extra blankets on the bed. Why did I ever think a simple mattress pad was enough with a single layer of sheet?" I asked, breathing into his chest his arms tightly enfolding me. 

"It's ok baby, You're young," he laughed and dodged the punch he knew was coming. "My grandma taught me about making beds so you want to sleep in them. When you work hard all day and your body finally needs rest...and sex," he said as he playfully nibbled on my ear, "You gotta have a nest, a deep bed to just fall into and enjoy 'cause it'll be soon enough and you're up and out working hard again."

Boston, MA December 24, 20126pm

Jamie was the kind of woman who was fiercely independent and often off-putting to the men she attempted to date. Although she wanted to be in a relationship and had spent hours filling out every kind of relationship questionnaire on several different online dating sites, she just couldn't seem to get past two dates. They would discover she had a PhD; they would discover she was a widow -- twice, no less and they would discover that the vast majority of her life she had been on her own and was financially secure through sheer hard work, extreme tenacity and will of spirit. She had read all of the advice given to women regarding why they were failures at making a man fall head-over-heels in love with them and had finally come to the conclusion that she no longer knew how to allow a man to take care of her, how to make him feel powerful and in control. 

Stepping out of the revolving door of the hotel, she was pleasantly surprised to see the light cover of snow on the sidewalk and the huge heavy flakes swirling around the headlights of what looked like a thousand taxis. It was Christmas Eve and dark although it was only 3pm. There was a heavy cloud cover....snow clouds. Well, Santa would be pleased -- snowing on Christmas Eve. How long had it been since she had seen a white Christmas? She had to get a gift for her personal secretary. This was the one chore she had to do herself. How could she ask Glenda to buy herself a Christmas gift? They were to have Christmas Brunch tomorrow and she knew Glenda would have something for her. She hailed a taxi and arrived quickly at a large shopping mall. 

Inside the cavernous mall, she loosened her coat allowing the deep, emerald-green cowl neck sweater she wore beneath to show. Her long, bright red, naturally curly hair tumbled over her shoulders a stray lock of curls nestled in the cleft of her ample breasts. With a tight, black, knee-length skirt and black, calf-high boots she was attracting attention from men who, at the last minute, were frantically looking for a gift. Of course, she didn't notice the men noticing and that was another problem. She was always so focused on what she was doing or what she would be doing that if you'd asked her she would say, "Men never flirt with me; I must be invisible; they just don't notice me." 

Rounding a corner headed to the Perfume Emporium, she ran into Santa Claus....literally! Almost knocking him down, they locked arms only to prevent the other from falling. In a deep, very, Santa-like voice, he said, "Ho, Ho, Ho little Lady! If you are hurrying to tell Santa what you want for Christmas you have only a short time left. My house is right over here." 

He had his arm around her waist and was pulling, almost dragging her toward a small, red house erected in the middle of the mall under a huge, vaulted ceiling. A sign announcing "Santa's In" greeted them as did a very scantily-clad, young woman dressed as an elf. The elf woman grabbed Jamie's coat at the neck line and pulled the coat away effortlessly. Plopping down into the over-sized chair tucked inside the door of the house, Santa maneuvered Jamie onto his lap. 

"So, Little Lady, tell me. What would you like for Christmas? Surely there is something you have always wanted that Santa could bring you," he said.

For the first time Jamie was able to take in this white-bearded, red-coated man on whose lap she sat. Piercing, blue eyes under full, graying eyebrows penetrated her with their gaze. His full lips and perfectly white teeth, although almost hidden by the massive, mostly-white and extremely, natural-looking beard, looked sumptuous. She felt she could have fallen into those lips. She could feel a very firm and well-muscled thigh beneath her thighs, and her bottom tucked snugly against his pelvis and abdomen. A throbbing sensation alerted her to his hardening cock nestled against her ass. Her right arm was draped around a taut, well-built shoulder. When had she slipped her arm around his shoulders? His left hand rested on her exposed left thigh; the warmth of his hand radiated out enveloping her lower body. That hand didn't belong to any old man; the skin was clear and tight, the fingers rounded and thick, he wasn't wearing a ring and his cock, now erect, felt huge and full. 

"Come now Little Lady. Surely there is something Santa can bring you. Tell me, what does your heart deeply desire?" He said through those lush lips, laugh lines appearing around the corners of his deep, penetrating eyes. 

As if from a dream state Jamie said, "I've been married twice...two soldiers who were strong men in body, mind and soul but they were killed. I've been alone a very long time. I've had to be strong and independent and that's what men hate about me. I'm lonely, horny and sick of the whole online-dating meet-the-next-loser game." 

She sighed deeply then turned her upper body to face him her butt firmly pressed against his raging hard-on. Placing both arms around his neck, tears moistening her eyes, she said, as she rocked her hips in his lap, "I want a man; a man of my own. I want a man who will love me, understand me and not be afraid or intimidated by me. I want a man who enjoys making love and screwing and fucking. Yes, fucking because we are animals. Fucking because it feels so damned good; because man and woman body fluids mingled in sweat and exhaustion makes life worth living. I want a man who feels equal to me and will allow me to love him and care for him the way he will love and care for me. I want a home with this man; I want to grow old in this man's arms. That's all I want for Christmas, that's all I have ever wanted, Santa." 

A broad smile parted the full, white beard as Santa tilted his head their foreheads touching and said softly, "Well my dear that seems a very sincere request. Go home now, get to bed you will sleep soundly. Christmas morning your gift will be under your covers."

Brushing her teeth, Jamie pondered the bizarre visit to Santa. She hadn't even remembered leaving the mall or the ride back to the hotel. Why had she poured her heart out to Santa Claus? She laughed quietly to herself as she mused, 'I asked Santa Claus for a man and he's the only man on Earth that can actually give me that gift.'

Climbing into bed she pulled the covers up over her nude body. She had married Pete at 17; he had taught her to sleep nude and relieved her of her virginity. He had died in Vietnam during his fourth tour of duty. Thinking to herself: 'Was that a dream last night? Maybe I had time traveled...it had seemed so real. That craziness I had told Santa -- What if I lose what I do have - Oh God where had that come from? The dream, that's where! But they are just memories...memories that's all...' and as she fell to sleep: 'I just dreamed...of Pete...of huge, cozy nest-like beds...of mingled man and woman smells...after sweating and tumbling...after being tangled in arms, legs, and lips. It was just a dream.' 

Fort Huachuca, AZJuly, 1995 noon

Stripping off her clothes down to panties and bra, she slipped her boots back on. She was ahead of schedule and wanted to take advantage of the waterfall and deep pool of water she had noticed as she descended the trail. The sky was a crystal-clear, deep blue. Stopping every mile or so to drop off more supplies and stowing them securely in the hidden caches then repacking Petey to make sure her load was evenly distributed wasn't hard work in itself. In fact, she enjoyed riding in the mountains. Petey was tied securely; Cay was munching on grass so Jamie slowly walked down the hillside leading to the pool of water. 

The loud rushing sound of the waterfall was the only sounds she could hear. Walking out on a low-lying, flat rock she unhooked her bra and used her thumbs to slide her panties down over her hips. Stepping out of them she slid down into the water. Gasping as the cool water moved up her body she finally dropped down allowing her head to go underwater. As she resurfaced, she rolled over on her back her breasts floating above the water their hard nipples erect and sensitive. The intense, yellow light from the sun played over her body as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the water. Musing to herself she realized it would be perfect to have a man to play with now...in the water, in the warmth of the sun. 

As she runs her hands over her breasts pulling on her nipples enjoying the tight and hard sensation that registers as arousal between her legs, she turns over and swims slowly to the edge. As she pulls herself up onto a large, flat rock she wrings out her long red hair then lies back her legs slightly spread her arms raised up over her head. The sun warmed rock feels wonderful. She lowers her right arm finding the folds between her legs and the large, hard, sensitive, nub of her clitoris. 

Gently, yet firmly, grasping her clit she begins a pulling/rubbing motion. Her left hand has found her breast and she's rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. A low groan escapes from between her lush, full lips, her hips begin to move up and back as if they have a mind of their own. In her mind, she imagines a man...no, the man, August, the uptight, grumpy orienteering trainer who left her to find her way back to the parking lot marked on a map. She'd surprise him and get back early having delivered all of her supplies. His tight, hard body would feel so good right now and she wondered with a laugh if he was as rigid as the others had said. A hard, rigid man would be good to have beside her right now. She imagines he is watching her, wanting her. His cock hard and aching....

Deeply enmeshed in the world of bodily sensations...the warmth of the sun on her bare skin, the ever growing flood of warmth up and over her abdomen as she lingers as long as she can on the edge of orgasm...her nipples are pleasurably/painfully hard, her breathing labored and uneven and the desire, oh yes, the desire to be penetrated just before the crash of orgasm is overwhelming....she plays the movie in her mind of penetration...remembering the feel of the softly-hard, mushroom-shaped helmet of an engorged cock snuggling up into her swollen, wet labia...pushing them further apart to reveal the deep reds, pinks and purples of excitement, mixing his pre-cum with her slippery, clear fluids...teasing her ....playing in her wetness nudging in to where the first ring of strong, circular muscle requires slightly more pressure to push though into the velvety-smooth, interior canal of sensation....she feels the throbbing veins standing out on his cock as he gently yet firmly strokes her inner walls and gasps as he reaches her cervix holding firmly, wanting to stay as deeply embedded as possible his heavily distended balls resting against her outer flesh from the lowest part of her slit down, over and below her ass hole. 

She isn't aware he is watching or stroking the cock she so longs to feel....if only he were so bold as to slip between her open thighs his rigid cock easily threading into her...she could wrap her muscled legs around his waist pulling him into her center.....locking her ankles at his lower back to keep him deep until the inner muscles of her cunt begin to throb in their own rhythm, milking his cock and she cums all over his cock as he erupts inside her unable to resist the spasms of her internal massage.... 

"I'd imagine my cock would slip easily into you about now," he said softly, his lips only inches from her face. 

She jumped opening her eyes... seeing him, August, the real man kneeling beside her his erect cock...the head a purple, swollen, helmet-shaped head dripping long strings of pre-cum his balls heavy hanging sacs between his thighs. He quickly moved around situating himself between her open thighs. Reaching in with two fingers he penetrated her wet center, stroking her she groaned leaned back and spread her legs farther apart. "Please, please...now, "she begged. 

He pulled her up lifting her onto his stiff shaft as he sat back so that she was seated on his lap. His strokes at once firm and commanding; their bodies locked together. With her hips firmly grasped in his hands, he lifted her up and down his cock. As she rocked her hips back and forth holding onto his shoulders, her head dropped...she moaned her fluids flooding his cock dripping out as he continued to plunge into her. She felt his cock swell even more knowing he was near orgasm she clamped her muscles tightly allowing his rising passion and need to bring her off again. 

Resting in each other's arms she was still impaled on his semi-hard shaft. "I have been following you and hoped you would stop at the waterfall to swim. I've wanted you since I first met you," he said. 

Boston, MA December 24, 2012 11pm

Waking suddenly by the sound of her voice calling him.... "August!" she gasped...her second husband...vanished as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. He had died from prostate cancer 10 years after they were married. His tour during Desert Storm had claimed the lives of every man under his command; all had died from prostate cancer.

They had married two weeks after their waterfall affair. For years, they continued working the trails together always stopping off at the waterfall to enjoy the sensual, sexual pleasures that renewed their commitment to each other. 

As she splashed water in her face in the hotel bathroom, she gazed at the woman staring back at her in the mirror. "Damn, last night I dreamed of Pete and tonight of August, "she said tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill over. Wiping her face with a towel she went to the room's bar and opened a bottle of Vodka. Searching through the small refrigerator she found tonic water and made a drink. Walking over to the double doors of the balcony she opened the drapes and was amazed at the snowy white wonderland that met her gaze. Twinkling lights of every color reflected off the hotels, bars and shops on the street below. As she opened the doors and stepped out onto the balcony, snow continued to fall. Huge, lazy flakes drifted down on the windless night air. It was Christmas Eve. The street below was eerily quiet there were no tire tracks in the snow and no one walked down the street. "Magic," she whispered, her breath coming out in a fog in front of her face. "It's magic. Santa will bring me my man, he promised."

Shivering, she came back inside closing the double doors and drapes. The gift she had purchased for Glenda was brightly wrapped on the table. A huge, holiday-basket of fruits, nuts and wine, a gift from the man she dated sat on the table. Its colorful ribbons and festive decorations of candy canes, chocolate pine cones and a tiny Christmas tree cookie were beautiful. Until now she hadn't even looked at the basket. As she untied the huge red bow the transparent wrapper fell away and a single candy cane toppled from the basket. She removed the wrapper quickly stuffing the candy into her mouth allowing the sweet peppermint delight to melt on her tongue. She hadn't enjoyed a candy cane since she was a child. Using the candy cane to stir her drink, the mixed flavors of alcohol and peppermint were delightful; she finished that drink, made another and finished that one as well.

Slightly buzzed from the alcohol, she went back to bed falling asleep instantly. 

Boston, MA Christmas Day, 2012 8 am

Jamie remains asleep under the thick, lush comforter. Her red hair is splayed out around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her head tucked down, knees drawn up, her breathing smooth and easy, her body spooned by the man behind her who also remains sound asleep. His muscled arm encircles her rib cage his fingers lightly touching her right nipple his knees drawn up tucked in behind hers' their bodies snug. Light has begun to show through the opening in the drapes -- it's sunny this Christmas morning. 

A deep sigh with a stretch and yawn interrupts their slumber. As Jamie moves he kisses the back of her head. "Good morning," he says, "Merry Christmas!"

He pushes his morning erection into her buttocks. She moans adjusting her position so that his rigid shaft is caught between her thighs. As she rocks her hips, the head of his cock nudges her slit. She is wet and slippery and with a minor movement she is able to capture and conceal the head of his cock in her folds. He pushes forward entering her fully, deeply and completely in one stroke. She gasps at this first stroke; she's sore from their night-long sessions of making love, screwing and fucking. They moan in unison as the natural humping of both bodies cause them to seek a more purposeful motion. She rolls slowly onto her abdomen he follows without losing their pacing. Her legs closed, her hips arched as she pushes up and back at him seeking deep, full penetration. He easily remains buried in her. Holding himself up and off of her he rams his cock back and forth along her velvety inner walls. The angle of her hips causes each stroke of his cock to mash her g-spot between his cock and the bed. Her orgasm builds quickly, she releases herself into the spreading warmth screaming into the bed until the tension is gone and she lowers her hips her spasms now infrequent. He continues stroking into her; she isn't able to resist the urge to arch her hips once more and push back into him to make him fill her completely with each thrust. Caught up in yet another build-up to orgasm, she feels his cock swell deep inside her. He pushes hard into her pumping a huge load; the warmth spreading inside her causes her to topple over the edge and she feels her muscles milk him...draining him. He pulls her back into his body and turns they lay side by side connected.....his arms encircling her. Her head rests against his chest. Pulling the comforter up they drift together in a place between sleep and wakefulness. 




The Gift



Boston, MA Christmas Day, 2012 10am He knocks on the bathroom door, "Room service is here. Come out and eat before it gets cold." 

When she opens the door he is seated at the table. He looks up and smiles at her. His full lips and perfectly white teeth, although almost hidden by the massive, mostly-white and extremely, natural-looking beard, look even more sumptuous than they did at the mall. He is nude from the waist up. Although retired from the Army, he remains well-muscled. As she approaches the table, he stands handing her a flute of champagne. As she takes the glass he raises his glass and they lightly tap them together. "Merry Christmas, Santa," she said. "I feel happier than I have felt in years. Thank you for finally choosing me. I know it's been hard since your divorce; I've feared you would stay shut-down...not even give us a chance..."

"When you talked me into growing this beard so I could play Santa I honestly thought you were crazy. All those months of growing this beard then traveling to follow you and talking those people at the mall into letting me play Santa at the last minute was pure lunacy, and it worked! It was good for me, the planning, the anticipation, the belief in Christmas and to be a kid again then to see how excited all the little kids were; to see families together enjoying each other. To see that even with heartbreak life goes on. To play Santa at that mall hoping you'd play your part and show up was scary. What if you didn't show up? I was surprised; you had never told me how you felt, what you wanted deep down and I never expected you would ask for me for Christmas. No one has ever asked me to be their gift," he said.



The Gift



Richard heard a knock at the front door, glanced at the clock to see that it was just after 1pm, and rose from His desk in the study. Passing a photograph just taken the weekend before of Himself and His 3 girls at Thanksgiving, He moved with a firm, confident step to answer. The photo showed a tall, dark haired man with deep emerald eyes, 50 years old, yet fit and trim. With Him were 3 girls, a veritable bouquet, with hair of golden blonde, caramel brown and a burnished red and all His. Each were posed sitting by His feet as He sat in "His chair". Richard was a professional photographer, working from home in the old horse barn which had been converted into a multi-room photography studio. The front half of the studio contained a reception area, and small rooms for children, weddings, individuals and a medium sized room for groups and families. The back room had a sign over the door "By Invitation Only". This room was for His secondary business of photographs for the BDSM world. He not only did "family" portraits, but also catalog product photos and, His favorite, action photos for various websites and magazines.

Not expecting anyone, Richard wondered who might be at the door. When He opened it, a man stood there wearing a dark blue uniform with a white and light blue nametag with Tobias and SDS, a logo for Special Delivery Services. Tobias said that he had a delivery for Richard and had instructions to bring it to His study. Richard nodded and indicated for the delivery to be taken to the second door on the left off the foyer. The house was a large 3 story with an open foyer in the center with a sweeping staircase that lead to each floor. The first floor had an open arch in the front left corner of the foyer leading to a large living room and a study to the back left, closed off with a door for privacy. Under the stairs was tucked a large half bath with doors leading to each side. The right side of the first floor consisted of a kitchen, breakfast nook in the back and a formal dining room in the front. The second floor consisted of a large Master bedroom and bath suite on the left and 4 small bedrooms on the right, each set of 2 rooms separated by a small, full bathroom. The third floor was specially designed with a coded door which concealed a specially built playroom.

Richard stepped back, watching as Tobias returned to the truck and with the help of his partner, unloaded a large crate painted in red, white and green with a white satin bow on top. As they got closer, He saw that there were discrete holes a various places along the top and clear stamps that said "fragile" and "this side up". The men carefully brought the crate into the house and then the study, setting it in the center of the floor. Tobias got Richard's signature on the authorization board and left with a bright "Happy Holidays". Seeing His girls quietly entering the foyer from various parts of the house as the men had left, Richard signaled for them to enter the study and find their pillows. They knew better than to whisper among themselves when pillowed, but He could see the excitement in their eyes at the early season gift. 

As He approached the crate, He noticed an envelope, shaped like a gift tag, tied to the bow with a matching ribbon. He sent mary off the garage for crowbar as He retrieved the envelope, took out the letter, and read it silently, chuckling to Himself. When she returned, He read it out loud;

Dear Richard,

Best wishes and the happiest of holidays my friend. I came across this small gift and knew it would be perfect for you. This is to thank you for your assistance the past year. Yes we are business associates, your photography has been a great asset to the school, but we are also friends. Enjoy this addition to your "collection" and we will see you at the school Christmas party in a few weeks. Mistress Katiana along with eli and emma have been putting together a masked ball this year. Hope to see You and the girls there.

Merry Christmas,

Jonathan

Richard set the letter aside on the desktop and took the crowbar from mary, with a soft nod of thanks, who returned to her pillow. Carefully using the tool to remove first the top and then each side, He stacked the panels in the corner to be dealt with later. Inside the crate was a gleaming mahogany box with a hinged lid and a large wrought iron crank with a matching mahogany handle. It looked like the cranks on the front of an old car or a Victrola. Stepping up to the crank, He began to turn it. A soft, light music started playing and the lid slowly rose, revealing a lining of padded white satin. As the lid moved higher, a head appeared covered in glowing dark, waving hair began to appear. A girl was unfolding herself in time with the lid rising. He saw that her eyes were a sparking indigo, which brushed His then lowered and her skin a pale delicacy. Her lips, a soft pink rose, were help in a gentle smile. Her petite, curvy body was wrapped in cheery holiday ribbons of silver and blue, binding her arms and hands behind her body and hobbling her in a way that, although she couldn't get out of the box, she was able to rise with a fluid grace.

When she reached her full height, He realized she was less than 5 foot tall. That was soon forgotten as she began singing "Angels We Have Heard on High". Her voice caresses the words of the song with crystal clarity; delicate but clear and strong. At the end of the song, time seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, she said, "Greetings Master Richard, i am presented to you from HeadMaster Jonathan with His compliments, may Your seasons be merry and bright." With that she sank back to her knees with her head bowed, waiting quietly. The 3 girls clapped their hands impulsively and Richard smiled. He approached again and gathered her into His arms, lifting her from her box. Setting her on her feet, the top of her head not even reaching to His shoulder height, He began to unwrap His gift. Finding that she was lusciously bare underneath, Richard glanced over His shoulder at the other girls, winked, and said, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night". With that, the 3 girls all giggles, gave their welcomes to their new sister and scurried back to their chores, knowing that they had been dismissed. As He returned to unwrapping, anticipating the joys of His new toy, He made a mental note to send Jonathan a thank you card and a bottle of fine champagne.



The Gift



When Erica heard David had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, she broke down. David wasn't related to her by either blood or marriage, but he was family as far as she was concerned.

Her father, Tom, had died of a heart attack when she was 11. It happened during a meeting of his Masonic lodge. One minute he was fine; the next, he was clutching his left arm and having difficulty breathing. A lodge brother called 911, but it was too late. Tom died en route to the hospital. A severely blocked artery that was never detected was ruled as the cause.

Tom's death was shocking to everyone who knew him. He'd been an athlete all his life. He was a star swimmer and basketball. His skills on the hardwood led to a full ride scholarship. After graduating, he was hired by a prestigious investment firm. A Fortune 500 company, no less. However, he considered basketball a means to an end. Swimming was his true passion. His specialty was the 1,500-meter freestyle, and he was so good that he was named to the 1980 United States Olympic men's swim team. His company was one of the first in the country that supported hopeful Olympians who worked for them and allowed them ample training time.

The games were held in Moscow, but the U.S. decided to boycott the games in protest of the Soviet Union's invasion of Afghanistan. Tom was crushed. After a shoulder injury while training for the 1984 Los Angeles games, he was forced to retire. He would never swim competitively again. He lifted weights three times a week and maintained a religiously healthy diet. He'd even helped his wife, Nancy, to finally overcome hydrophobia and taught her to swim. His daughter, Erica, practically swam straight out of the womb.

Nancy becoming pregnant was unexpected. She'd miscarried twice and was told by medical experts that the odds of conceiving and carrying a baby to term were not good. 

But nine months later, Erica was born healthy.

Over the years, Tom worked his way up through the ranks at the investment firm. Through wise, conservative investments over the years, Tom had cultivated a substantial portfolio. He had been offered a lucrative promotion, but he'd seen the effect it had on the man who formerly held the position and how he and his family suffered and immediately turned it down.

Tom's family always came first. If one were to judge his health by his lifestyle, Tom was healthy as the proverbial horse. It made his death all the more shocking considering the poor physical condition and vices of most of his lodge brothers.

Erica remembered the phone call that horrible night. She remembered her mom, Nancy, screaming her husband's name and grabbing her and running next door to David's home. David drove them to the hospital only to learn that Tom had died en route.

Tom and David had been friends since childhood. David had bought the house next door at Tom's insistence. He said that the house was a bargain at the asking price and that the upgrades the previous owner had made had only increased its value. If David ever sold it, Tom said the profit could be substantial.

David, who was two years younger than Tom, had been a baseball star in high school. He was a little shorter than Tom, but was much thicker in build. David was a switch-hitting catcher and first baseman who eventually made the majors with Detroit and was an American League all-star in his second season. Detroit won that years' World Series as well. Although some baseball memorabilia was displayed in his home, the famous image of him lifting the winning pitcher of the deciding game, 6'7" left-hander Jimmy Wilkinson, who had pitched the entire game on three days rest, was absent. In interviews, David said he was really only there to catch the ball because "Wilkie" was almost unhittable. By the time San Diego scored their lone run, a seventh inning fence squeaker, the outcome had all but been decided.

However, near the end of the his third season, David suffered a gruesome career-ending ankle injury. With surgery and rehabilitation, he was eventually able to walk normally with little trace of a limp. Thankfully, he had taken Tom's advice and planned for a life after baseball. He hadn't played long enough to earn a pension, but won an injury settlement. He invested most of that. Tom frequently used baseball language when advising David about investments. 

"Forget home runs to make up for losses like most people; go for a lot of singles and doubles. You'll hit the occasional triple and the occasional home run. But trying to hit a home run every time will have you riding the bench. It's a long season. Remember: you can lose the battle and still win the war."

The strategy paid off handsomely. 

David later earned a degree in business management from a local two-year college and he parlayed that and a love of cars into a successful post-baseball career as a mechanic and a garage owner. He even penned a weekly column in the local paper where he answered automotive-related questions from readers. Shortly after he was diagnosed, David sold his business to a competitor on the condition he keep "his people" intact and conduct business fair and square.

Erica knew that David had been divorced soon after she was born. She didn't know the entire story, but apparently his ex-wife, a woman named Caroline, had caught red-handed by a neighbor in a park not a mile from their home giving a blowjob to a man not her husband. The neighbor was David's star witness during the divorce proceedings. The man Caroline was having an affair with said she had told him she was divorced. Ultimately, Caroline got nothing but her maiden name back. David gave her a little money and told her to hit the road. Within two weeks after the divorce was final, she married another man. Her whereabouts were unknown. The experience soured David on marriage, but not on women. Erica knew David was a bit of a ladies man (although she'd seen none at his home in a while,) but he could never commit himself to marriage after what that bitch Caroline did to him.

David had been one of her father's pallbearers and had eulogized him. Even through his own tearful grief, he tried to comfort her and her mother. Erica remembered him helping her and her mom in the days and weeks and months and years afterward.

Erica had come to think of David as a father figure. She even played matchmaker at age 13 and tried to convince him and Nancy to get together.

"Both of you are lonely," she insisted. "Dad wouldn't mind. If he was here, I'm sure he'd say so."

David told her that it wasn't that simple.

"Loving someone as a friend and loving them as a spouse are two entirely different things," he said. "There's something called chemistry. I appreciate it, Erica. Your mom appreciates it. But it just would not work because we have so little in common. There's no chemistry."

Erica grew tall and she had inherited her father's athleticism. Although she was a good swimmer, her forte was her father's "second" sport: basketball. She became a star small forward on her high school team and even wanted to try out for the boys team. She believed she was as good or better as most of the guys on the team; her beauty masked a fierce competitive streak, and she'd handed more than one lovestruck baller his lunch on the court. She graduated high school in the top five percent of her class and she'd received scholarship offers from several major women's college basketball powers.

David could be overprotective of Erica at times. Sometimes it caused friction, but Erica believed that David thought of her as the daughter he'd never had. Lustful glances from teenage boys at the mall when he took her shopping while her mom worked were met with a stern glare. And he'd told her to not succumb to peer pressure to become sexually active.

"It's not a competition; move at your pace," he said. "If the guy doesn't respect that he doesn't respect you. Be responsible. I'd prefer you to wait until you're married, but I trust you'll know when the moment is right."

Then about three weeks later, a new boyfriend had tried to force himself on her when her mom was away. David had been doing some light yard work when he heard Erica scream and try to fight him off. David barged in and stopped him. He forced the frightened boy to apologize and angrily told him to never bother Erica again under the threat of having him arrested for attempted rape. The boy never looked at Erica again.

Erica learned from an older cousin who was a medical student that the painkillers his doctors were going to start David on would dull the pain at first, but as the cancer progressed, the dosage would have to be increased. David would become increasingly incapacitated and given a cocktail of even more powerful -- and potentially dangerous -- painkillers and other medications. David's doctor told him an overdose could conceivably kill him before the cancer did.

Unofficially, a nurse told Nancy she hoped he did overdose. 

"it would be more humane," she said sadly.

Either way, it was a foregone conclusion that David would never see the new year.

While swimming laps in their pool, Erica saw David through a window talking on the telephone and massaging the back of his neck and rolling his head.

Erica broke down. Then she came to a decision. She climbed out of the pool and toweled off and ran into her bathroom and shed her red and white bikini. She quickly showered and damp-dried and combed back her long blonde hair. She stared at herself in the mirror, sighed and reached into her hairless pussy and felt her hymen.

Exhaling sharply, she recalled the time she'd accidentally seen David nude.

"Oh man... David's kinda big," she thought. "But I've seen tiny girls take bigger guys in movies."

Erica hurriedly dressed in jeans and a school tee-shirt. She remembered browsing a sex and marriage message board about a year earlier and reading a post by a young woman who said she'd was a virgin. She was trying to have sex with her boyfriend, who was also a virgin. She was frustrated because he was on the large side, and no matter what they tried, he couldn't "pop her cherry." Another poster advised them to use lube and recommended Astroglide rather than the more infamous KY Jelly. The woman reported back that it had worked like a charm.

Erica quickly drove to a nearby drug store and picked up a small tube of Astroglide. The blushing of her cheeks belied her false matter-of-fact demeanor as she paid the male cashier. She could sense the cashier, who wasn't bad looking at all, smiling and staring at her as she left. She thought about how to approach David on the drive home. She ran into her home, took off her clothes and put on the bikini bottoms and a robe. Putting the lube in the robe's pocket, she ran to David's house.

"David, are you okay?" she said as she ran inside. "I saw you earlier. You're hurting aren't you?"

"Oh, hi, Erica," David greeted her in his slightly gravelly voice. "Nah, the neck's just a little sore is all. Enjoy the swim?"

"Yeah. Um, David...?" she hesitated.

"What is it?" he asked.

"David, I want to ask you a direct question," she said shakily. "Just be honest with me."

"Erica, you know you can ask me anything," he said.

"Okay," she took a deep breath. "How long has it been since you've been with a woman? You know? That way?"

"Erica! Whoa! Um... maybe we..." he stammered.

"How long?" she snapped.

"A while. About a year or so I guess," he said reluctantly.

She began weeping and hugged him.

"David, I know you don't have a lot of time left. You've been good to me and my family. You never asked for anything," she sobbed.

"Erica, listen..." he said shaking his head and pushing her gently away.

"No, you listen!" she said loudly and sharply.

Her tone stunned David.

"You've treated me like your own daughter since I was a little girl. When dad died..." She tearfully pointed to the divan. "I remember sitting there crying and you telling me that bad things sometimes happen to good people and that I shouldn't be bitter and I had to remember how dad lived and not how he died."

"Tom was a good friend and a good man. Your mom's a lucky lady to have found him," said David. "They were made for each other."

She embraced him and began sobbing again. David hated seeing Erica crying. He hugged her.

"I'm just a little sore is all," he said.

After a few minutes trying to compose herself, Erica said: "Look, David, I've made a decision."

"Decision?" He was confused. "What decision?"

Erica stepped back and took a deep breath. Her tears stopped.

"Yes. And I don't want you to try to talk me out of it," she said. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again.

"You're lonely. Don't deny it. If I'm going off to college, who's going to look after you?"

"Don't worry about it," he said, taking her by the shoulders. "You've got your life to lead. Go to school. Make something of yourself. Whatever life you choose, I'll be proud of you. So will your mom and dad."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" she snapped.

"Erica," he said firmly. "You can't go through life bitter. You have to deal with the fact that things happen that you can't control. I'm not bitter."

She shook her head. "But you are lonely," she said, untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor.

"Erica!" screamed David. "Put that back on!"

He picked it up and covered her.

"No," she said flatly, knocking the robe out of his hands and reaching out to him and kissing him on the lips.

Despite his paternal feelings toward Erica, his cock involuntarily hardened. Erica felt it.

"Oh, no... Erica, please don't do this." he pleaded as she pulled him to his bedroom. However, he did not resist.

"I want to, David," she said, unbuckling his jeans. "I want this! I want your last days to be as happy as possible. Don't deny yourself. If you love me, don't."

She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down and took hold of his rock hard penis just like she'd seen in movies.

"Erica... Oh, God... don't..." he pleaded. But he did not try to stop her. After a few pumps, he groaned.

"Damn!" she exclaimed and ran out of the bedroom. She retrieved the bottle of lubricant in the robe's pocket and returned. She stripped down completely. Opening the bottle, she spread it on his hard penis and inside herself and forced David to lie down on the bed. The lube oozing out of her felt funny, but was not unpleasant. She straddled him and kissed David on the lips.

"I love you, David," she said, and she put his cock at the entrance to her virgin pussy.

"Do it or I will," she commanded.

"God forgive me," he said.

"If he exists, he'll understand. There's nothing wrong with this, David," Erica insisted.

Erica gritted her teeth and her jaw trembled. David held her by her wide, shapely hips and with a quick thrust, his thick cock penetrated her girlhood. Erica shrieked through clenched teeth and began crying. He tried to pull out.

"Don't," she said shaking her head with her eyes closed. "It's not... It's not bad."

They both groaned as David slowly filled her. She could feel blood and lubricant seeping out of her. And it didn't matter. David would he happy. She would make sure of that.

David pulled out and used a wad of tissue from a nearby box to clean up the blood and re-entered her, causing her to wince in pain again.

"Owwwww!" she cried as David slowly thrust in and out. A couple of minutes later, the pain was replaced by pleasure. Erica groaned and smiled.

"Now fuck me," she said. "Fuck me!"

David rolled Erica over and began moving in and out of while kissing her. Within ten minutes, they orgasmed together; he shot hot cum deep inside her.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you," he said, and hugged her tight.

Erica turned down all her scholarship offers. She thanked them and only said that she had to take care of a dying family member. David became angry. Erica told him she didn't care about basketball anymore. She soon moved in with him and acted as David's wife. They would make love nearly every day until David collapsed. She aided in-home health care providers as David weakened and grew thinner and more gaunt. Nancy may have been suspicious, but she said nothing and supported her daughter fully and even helped on occasion.

One day, David asked friends from his baseball days to buy a diamond ring because he was too weak to leave home. He proposed to Erica that night.

She said yes.

Erica was there when David made confession. It was his first in many years.

Moments afterward, with Nancy and a few family members and close friends in attendance, they were wed by a priest in an emergency ceremony.

Soon, David was moved into a nursing home, but they were able to make love one last time. She visited him daily, staying for hours and trying to keep his spirits up. 

Finally, David was moved to a hospice where he would be made as comfortable as possible while awaiting the inevitable.

Erica was there when David was given Last Rites.

Erica heard David's last words: "I love you, Erica." He kissed her.

Erica was at David's bedside when he slipped into a coma.

And Erica was there when David breathed his last breath. She kissed him and said goodbye. She left the hospice feeling sad, of course, but was grateful that David, her beloved husband, was no longer in pain. She hoped there was a God and a heaven.

Erica gave one of two eulogies. Nancy later remarked that her daughter showed a strength she never knew she had.

David had left Erica much of his estate, including his home. However, he'd named Nancy the executrix. She dispersed his other assets according to his will, but she refused to take what David left her and instead gave it to charity.

About a month later, Erica began feeling weird. Since it was the flu season, she suspected she was coming down with it. Then she noticed that some of her clothing began feeling tighter on her.

She was a little stunned, but not surprised when a doctor told her she was pregnant. Nancy was shocked when Erica told her, but she promised to be the perfect grandma. When Erica's pregnancy became impossible to hide, a few family members refused to talk to her; an ultra-conservative cousin was more blunt. He accused her of seducing a dying man and being a gold-digging slut.

But Erica was not ashamed. She knew the truth.

David Thomas was born healthy. His big brown eyes and eyebrows were so David, but he had Erica's blonde hair. Only time would tell who he would resemble most. She had enough money that she didn't have to work until little David was older.

On her birthday,, Erica took little David to his father's grave and then to his grandfather's grave. Although the baby was far too young to understand what his mother was saying, Erica told him all about them.



The Gift



"Yes Mistress" both Carla and Barry responded.

As they walked hand in hand down the street, Megan watched them from the window of the limo. Barry still had his limp cock hanging from the fly of his trousers and Carla was naked from the waist down with her skirt bunched around her hips and her breasts exposed for the world to see.

"I wonder how far my slaves will get" thought Megan with a grin.

She tapped on the window and gave the driver her address. As she sat back and straightened her clothes she looked forward to using her Gift again soon.

- The End -

* * * * *

If you enjoyed this story feel free to check out my other offerings on this site. Please also feel free to e-mail me with any suggestions you have for further tales! 

Photos from female admirers are always very welcome!!!



The Gift



About a year ago, my wife and I were talking as we walked along the beach watching the surf crash against the rocks. We were talking about gifts, presents and other things we had given to loved ones in the past. Traditionally we had given each other gifts that were within the normal cultural guide-lines for polite society. My wife would usually give me jewelry, or a shirt on various occasions. I in turn would respond in a similar fashion.

It was coincidental that her birthday was coming up in a week. I had been in the local mall searching for that perfect gift in the jewelry section. I found a watch I knew she would appreciate. I purchased the watch and headed out the door. While walking along I stopped in front of a new store specializing in intimate lingerie'. I entered the store and looked around when I spotted the perfect gift. I had it wrapped and hurriedly headed home.

When I arrived, I handed my wife the small box with the watch in it and saw the satisfaction in her eyes. We had dinner and watched TV for a while until bedtime. My wife was in the shower as usual when I secretly slipped the package under her pillow. Upon returning to bed she was wearing her usual sleeping attire; a T-shirt and white panties. I asked her to close her eyes and wait for 2 minutes until I left the room and then reach under her pillow and retrieve her surprise gift. She was a little suspicious but agreed. As she closed her eyes I slipped from bed and into the wardrobe closet at the end of the bed. Leaving the door slightly open I saw her as she reached under her pillow and pulled the package from its location.

She carefully unwrapped the box and a smile came on her face as she lifted out the contents single item at a time. She first removed a very sheer white lace bra. She next examined a tiny triangular piece of white satin with a thin "thong" strap up the back making for a revealing panty to be covered by the third item; a thin skirt of white trimmed lace. She admired the garments briefly then quickly slid the T-shirt over her head and looked at the mirror. My wife is 5'10, blonde with beautiful 36D breasts. They were full and round. She stood in front of the mirror watching herself as she lightly teased her nipples tweaking each one very gently.

Her skin was glistening in the soft glow of the bedroom lamp. Her long tanned legs enhanced the tight white panties she was wearing. I watched as she picked up the new bra and slid it down over the fullness of her breasts. The thin fabric fit snuggly. The lace seemed to be stimulating her as I noticed her brown nipples beginning to harden even more. Slowly she slid off her panties and pulled on the thong. The white patch of fabric just covered the already moist brown patch of hair on her pussy. She tied the skirt of lace around her waist. She stepped back to admire her ensemble. I pushed open the door to join her but she motioned for me to stay where I was. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs in my direction giving me a full view of her tiny white panties which she was tugging on gently. The thong slid up into her moist pink cunt lips and massaged the lips of her wet pussy. I could hear her moan softly as she slowly slid the thong strap back and forth inside her pussy. She turned over and arched her bottom up slightly for me. I stared at the strap hidden in between her beautiful buttocks.

This was her first experience with a thong and I could see that it was exciting her. She proceeded to rub her pussy slowly, allowing an occasional finger to slide inside of her cunt. She raised her ass a little higher. She was on her knees with her legs apart giving me a lovely rearview of her wide open cunt when she reached around and teased her anus by slipping the tip of her middle finger in and out. She reached with her other hand and slowly pulled the thin strap of the thong to the side so I could clearly see her fucking herself in the ass. I watched as her cheeks quivered lightly as she rhythmically fingered her winking little hole.

I abruptly stepped from the closet and took her by the arm, lifting her off the bed bringing her to a standing position. I told her she had been very naughty playing with herself in front of me and not even caring when I was watching her stick her finger up her ass. She responded by facing me and spreading her legs apart. She lifted the lacy skirt and pulled the panties up inside her lips again masturbating herself by tugging on the strap. I watched as the patch of fabric disappeared inside her hot pussy.

"That's it," I told her, "you deserve a good spanking." I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her face down across my lap. Her bottom was high across my knee but was covered by the lace skirt. I reached down and lifted the skirt up exposing her bare bottom with only a thong strap between her cheeks. "This comes off too" I told her. You need a bare bottom spanking for your behavior. I pulled the panties down and then completely off.

Her round cheeks were now fully exposed to me. I lovingly stroked her bottom when she asked me to spank her now. After a few moments I began to gently slap her ass cheeks watching her wriggle with each tap. The harder I would smack her ass the more she would arch her back and moan for more. I began to swat her butt and thighs until the were glowing with the heat and my pink handprints.

She then laid stomach down on the bed and asked me to stroke her ass. I began to rub her cheeks and anus with my fingers probing her cunt in the process. I spread her red cheeks and pushed my finger deep into her ass. She obliged by rocking back against me and fucking my hand. I rolled her over onto her back and placed my tongue in her wet cunt. I tasted her love juices and ate her pussy wildly, carefully teasing her swollen clit. She came violently in my mouth. I turned her back over and lifted her onto her hands and knees. I entered her from behind sliding my cock into her tight ass.

I began to fuck her slowly, with her meeting my every thrust. She came again, and then guided my hard cock deep inside her pussy. She fucked me hard screaming with pleasure. I exploded deep inside her wet cunt. We rolled onto the bed in a state of sweet exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

I watched her at length as she lay sleeping in her new gift realizing just how much I loved and appreciated her.



The Gift



I'm home alone tonight you're working late again, it's ok even though I miss you when you're gone just for the evening. Your life can get a bit crazy at times so busy but I know that you need to do what you do. Times like these give time to think but not too much, over thinking things always seem to get me into trouble. But tonight is different I'm reminiscing about the night that I gave you my gift, my gift of submission to you. It seems as if it was only yesterday that I found myself driving towards your hotel.

I drive through the night full of anticipation wondering how this evening's events will unfold. My heart pounds harder in my chest as I get closer to your hotel. Just a short time later I pull into the parking lot of the hotel as I ease my black Honda Civic Si into the parking space, I take a deep breath knowing fully well of what I'm about to do. I step out of the car, go to the trunk to get my bag out, walk towards the front doors and into the lobby. As I approach the elevators I'm excited but nervous at the same time, so many emotions invading my thoughts, I step in and push the button for the 3rd floor. 

The elevator arrives at the 3rd floor and I get out, looking at the signs on the wall to direct me to your room. I soon find myself standing in front of room number 330, taking another deep breath before I knock at your door. I hesitate for a moment thinking about what's about to happen here tonight, but then I smile as I gently knock on the door. 

From behind the door I hear your voice,

"Come in My pet, its open."

I turn the doorknob and push the door open walking into your room. I enter the room finding it quite dark only lit up by strategically placed candles with soft jazz playing in the background. This seems like such a romantic setting for what's about to take place here but at the same time I love that you've gone to some trouble to make tonight more special. In the candle lit room I can see you sitting in one of the chairs, you tell me to come closer. 

"Yes, Sir," I say as I walk further into the room and closer to you. 

You tell me to stop right there as you stand up out of your chair and take a step forward out of the shadows. My breath catches in my throat as I see all of you now looking oh so Domly dressed all in black. The sight of you almost makes me want to direct my gaze down towards the carpet and then wondering if I should or not. I choose not to in hopes that I won't get me in trouble already. I look you in the eyes; you're smiling back at me. That's a good sign that I haven't done anything wrong yet.

"Evening pet, it's good to see you. How are you?"

"Good evening, Sir. Good to see you too. I'm fine but I'll have to admit I'm just a bit nervous Sir."

"Well My sweet pet there's nothing at all to be nervous about just do as I say and you will be just fine," your voice calm and reassuring.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

I stand before you for what seems like an eternity my mind racing as the minutes pass. I can't help but be nervous even though you told me that there was no reason for it. Your voice breaks the silence finally, 

"I think first I want to see what's Mine before I claim it pet. Clothes off, please. And do it slowly I want to savor seeing your naked skin being revealed to me as you take each piece off."

"Yes, Sir."

It's not like you haven't seen me naked before but tonight is soo much different. I know that when I submit to you then you will rightfully take what's yours, which will probably include looking over and inspecting your property. 

I start to undress pulling my shirt out of my jeans and over my head. I look at you to see if you want to me continue, you motion for me to keep going. I know that you are watching me closely as I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans and slide them off. I stand before you now just in my bra and thong feeling naked compared to you being fully dressed. Only imagining what it will be like when I'm totally naked in front of you your eyes slowly lingering over every curve and crevice on my body. My thoughts right now range from being very excited to feeling just a bit embarrassed.

You take another step closer to me; I can smell your cologne now. Mmmm you smell so sexy. Your scent triggers a reaction within me; I'm beginning to feel very turned on, the wetness growing in my thong. I shiver as your fingertips lightly brush across my exposed belly, my nipples hardening instantly. You circle around behind me I feel your hands brush against my ass. I know that you standing directly behind me now. 

I feel your breath on my neck as you whisper in my ear, 

"Mmm, so nice My pet. But I want to see you naked now."

I reach behind and undo my bra freeing my breasts; you circle back around the front of me as I pull off my thong. I stand before you totally naked now and feeling very exposed but still very excited. 

"Hands behind your back and spread your legs pet."

"Yes, Sir," I tell you as I move into the position putting my hands behind my back and spreading my legs for you.

"Good girl."

You circle around me drinking in the sight of me, gently touching me, your hands finding my curves. You stand behind me again reaching around me your hands sliding up my body till they cup my breasts; I feel your breath on my neck. I try to be still for you as your fingers slide to my nipples your thumbs brushing over them. I whimper as the pleasure rushes through my body. Your fingers brush against my ass again finding their way between my legs and slipping between my now wet lips, dipping inside my wetness and circling my clit. I begin to moan and whimper more with your touch. 

"Mmm you're so wet My sweet pet. I'm going to have soo much fun with you tonight," you whisper in my ear. 

"Thank you, Sir. I will do whatever you ask of me this evening and forever if you will have me."

"That's My good girl."

You continue to caress me all over making me begin to pant. I stand there as you walk away from me sitting down on the edge of the bed. I wonder what you have in mind next but I soon find out.

"Come here pet. And lie across my lap."

I do as you say and soon I'm lying across your lap. 

"Sir, may I speak freely?"

"Of course My pet."

"Well, Sir have I done something wrong? I think that you're about to spank me and I'm not sure why."

"Oh well you haven't done anything wrong, you've been a very good girl tonight so far but I want to spank you so I'm going to. Besides I like to look and feel of your reddened ass cheeks when I take your tight little ass tonight."

"Mmmm ,then lets get on with it Sir," I giggle.

Your hands stroke my ass cheeks relaxing my skin and you smack my ass somewhat hard. Smacks rain down all over my ass; I can feel my skin getting hot. I whimper a bit as you spank me, but I can feel my wetness growing. Your fingers dip into my wetness again as your other hand continues to spank me.

"Hum I think that My pet likes getting spanked. You're cunt is soo wet."

"Mmm thank you, Sir. And yes I do like getting spanked Sir as I'm sure you can tell. But take me Sir please...claim your cunt. You've got me so hot and wet and needing your cock very badly. Please Sir."

"All in good time My pet by the time this evening is over I will have claimed all of your holes as mine. Now off my lap and on your knees, slut." 

"Yes, Sir."

I climb quickly off of your lap and kneel down at your feet.

You rise to your feet as I sit there on my knees, you lower your pants.

"Suck me slut. And you had better do a good job or I'll have to spank you again and I won't be so nice then."

I take your cock in my mouth and begin to lick and suck it. Your moans from above tell me that I'm doing a good job sucking you. I grab your ass pulling you closer to me and pushing your cock deeper down my throat. Your fingers are tangled up in my hair as you fuck my mouth harder and faster. Your moans getting louder your grip on my hair tighter, it won't be long now. I keep licking and sucking you as your cock slides in and out till I feel your cum in the back of my throat and swallow it down.

"Damn pet that was pretty awesome."

"Thanks, Sir. Glad that you liked that so much. Oh and thank you for letting me have your cum Sir."

"Do you still want my cock slut? I still have two more holes to claim."

"Oh yes, Sir, please take what is yours. I need your cock filling my cunt and ass. Take me, use me Sir. Make me yours."

You tell me to get up off of the floor and get on the bed on my hands and knees. I move quickly into position obeying your commands. What a lovely sight two holes readily available for you to fuck as you please. 

"I'm going to take your sweet tight ass first slut. I want to see the look in your eyes when I slide my hard cock into that tight cunt of yours or should I say mine."

My cunt is dripping and needing attention but I know that I have to wait to get my cunt filled, you want my ass first. I feel you lubing up my ass and sliding a finger or two in working them around loosening my tight ass up a bit before you slide your cock in. I feel the head of your cock pushing against my ass and slowly sliding in inch by inch. I moan and whimper as your cock fills my tight ass up. I slowly push back against you fucking you back.

"Whose ass is this?"

"It's your ass, Sir, to fuck, flog, spank, cum in, cum on whatever you wish Sir."

"Good girl," you grunt as you bury your cock in my ass over and over. 

Your breath coming in pants now I know that you are close to cumming again. You tell me that my ass is soo tight that you're going to cum; your fingers grip my hips tighter holding me against you fucking my ass deeper. Your cock expands in my ass as you start to cum, fucking me harder cumming in my ass. 

"Oh God baby, Mmmmm," you tell me as you collapse on the bed beside me.

You tell me that you need to take a short break before you claim my last hole. I tell you that sounds good to me also you're not the only one that's feeling a little worn out at the moment. I get up, go to the mini fridge, grab a couple of bottles of water and come back to you. 

"Good thinking pet. I'm quite thirsty too."

"Aww well thank you, Sir, just doing my job and taking care of you."

We lie there for a while you ask me if I'm doing ok so far and I tell you that I am. You lean over and kiss me gently but just enough to arouse my senses. You tell me to lay back put my hands above my head and spread my legs wide. Of course I obey your commands and move into the desired position. 

You tell me to keep my legs spread wide for you. You crawl between my legs leaning down so your face is just inches away from my throbbing clit and soaked cunt. You inhale deeply.

"Mmm you smell so sweet My pet. I'm gonna make you cum before I take your cunt as mine, make it cum for its Master."

You lean down more your tongue parting my wet swollen lips lapping up my wetness and heading upwards towards my clit. You begin to lick and suck my clit briefly just enough to make my hips rise and fall to meet your tongue. You lick back down again sticking your tongue in my wet hole, fucking it with your tongue. I whimper and pant mmmmm you're making me so hot. 

Your attention turns back to my clit licking, sucking, pulling and gently nibbling on it. Your fingers enter me roughly and start to fuck me while your tongue continues its assault on my clit. I'm so close to cumming and I don't know how much more I can take. My legs are trembling; my body so tense perched on the edge and needing to cum. 

"Oh please Sir, please let me cum. Let me cum for you; let your cunt cum. Please."

I fight to keep from cumming.

"Oh you need to cum do you My sweet slut? Hum...well ok cum, cum for me."

Your mouth and fingers continue to urge my orgasm on; I finally let go cumming hard and moaning loudly. I can feel my wetness running out of me as you lick it all up. Out of breathe from my hard orgasm I thank you for letting me cum. You kiss and lick all the way up my body stopping to lick and suck my nipples before finally reaching my mouth and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself as you kiss me our tongues entangled. Our passion becomes more heated as we both prepare for this final step. I want your cock so badly now, I need and want you to take your last hole. 

You continue to kiss me and then you pull back. I can feel you hard cock pressing against the entrance to my wet waiting hole.

"Whose cunt is this?"

"It's yours, Sir to fuck, spank, flog, cum in, cum on, tease. Whatever you wish Sir."

"Good girl." 

You look down at me our blue eyes meeting as you slide your cock into me all at once. I cry out your cock filling my tight cunt up. With our eyes still locked on each other you begin to stroke into me slowly feeling every inch slide in and out of me. Our mutual moans of pleasure fill the room.

"Mmm you feel so good... so wet..... so tight. I'm going to enjoy fucking you later My sweet slut."

"Oh Sir, your cock feels good buried deep in me fucking me oh so good."

"Ohhhh you like this do ya? Well then you're really gonna love this."

You grab my thighs and push them up and back towards my chest so you can fuck me even deeper. You begin to slam into me fucking me harder; your cock going deeper into me. My moans and pants become louder as you fuck me hard. You lie down on top of me now your weight is pinning me down as your cock strokes into me over and over. You're kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear making me crazy with lust. I wrap my arms and long legs around you pulling you closer to me as you continue to fuck me. The friction of your body rubbing against my clit is bringing me closer to cumming again. I whimper, moan and pant louder. 

You whisper in my ear,

"That's a good girl cum, cum for me."

You fuck me even deeper your hips grinding against me.

"Oh god, mmmmm yessssssssssss," moaning as I cum hard again.

My already tight cunt contracts around your cock as I cum, you can feel it spasm around your cock. 

"I'm going to cum baby, ohhhh.... ooooohhhhh...mmmmm mmmmm," you growl as you cum.

You collapse down on me more trapping me beneath you, but not a bad place to be either. We're tired, sweaty and sticky but feeling very very good. I think that we both want to bask in the closeness of this moment. So close to you skin to skin but in many other ways all made possible by tonight. You smile at me and kiss me several times gently.

"Such a good girl I have. My sweet sweet pet and she's all mine now, not that you weren't before but now its official," you tell me as you kiss me again.

"Thank you, Sir. I am very proud to be yours. All I ever want to do is please you now and always."

"Well My pet, you have pleased me very much tonight and I'm very proud to have you as mine."

"Thank you, Sir. I will always do my best for you, pleasing you makes me very happy."

We both move to get more comfortable. I'm lying up against you with my head on your shoulder, your arm around my waist holding me close to you. We lay there talking for a little while longer but then as we both relax more the need for sleep sets in. 

"What do you think My sexy girl, time for some sleep? You look tired and I know that I am."

"Mmm yesss sleep would be good right now," as we both yawn.

You pull me even closer to you if that's possible, I snuggle into you more. You kiss my forehead gently, take a deep breath and drift off. I lie there awake for just a few moments longer replaying tonight events in my head. And as I watch you sleep I know that I don't want to be anyplace else but right here with you. My last thought before I drift myself is that I'm so lucky to have you as my Dom and I don't think that I could be any happier.

The hours go by like minutes as I reminisce about that night; I'm startled back into reality by the sound of the garage door going up. You're home and earlier than I expected you to be. You walk through the door smiling as you spot me sittin' there on the couch.

"There's My sexy girl. What's doin'?"

"Hi handsome. How are ya? Have a good night?"

"I'm good, work was ok but I'm glad to be home as always."

"Well I'm glad that you're home, too. I've been sitting here thinking about the night that I gave myself to you totally, the ultimate gift."

You come closer to me, pull me up off the couch, take me in your arms, kissing me gently and giving me a big hug. You kiss my neck and nibble on my ear.

You whisper in my ear in THAT sexy voice that makes me wet just hearing it,

"Ohhhh My sweet girl. I'd like to relive that night myself right now. Let's go to bed."



The Gift



Her body shifts as she tries to get comfortable. The soft looking carpet digs into her knees, pressing against her calves. Her arms lightly tingle from being in position for so long, hands clasped behind her head. She lightly rotates her neck, hair brushing against her naked back. Time seems to creep by as she waits. She listens to the sounds around her, hearing intensified due to her momentary lack of sight. 

Footsteps enter the room, coming closer to her. Her body responds to His touch, pussy tingling now. His fingers trace her body, down her face and across the blindfold before traveling lower and over her stomach. He chuckles as His fingers dip into her sex, finding her more than ready for Him. 

A tug on her collar and she stands, blindly following His lead. She walks behind Him, His fingers never leaving her collar. Her bare feet leave the carpet, stepping onto cool tile as she enters another room. She shivers, a cool draft blowing near her face. A fan set on low turns slightly before returning to kiss her flesh with the cold once again. Another step forward and the moving air can no longer reach her. A few more steps forward and she stops, hindered by the object before her. His hand leaves her collar. He re-positions her hands behind her back. Using His own large hand to secure hers in place, He gently pushes her forward.

She feels the cool leather beneath her belly, finally realizing that she is leaning against the arm of the leather sofa. His feet kick hers apart, spreading her legs wide. Pushing further, He lowers her head to the cushions, her ass raised for His pleasure. A movement behind her, a rustle of clothing, His hand leaves her hands. A soft command to stay keeps her in place, until she feels it. His tongue dances over her clit, gently lifting and moving the ring He had pierced on her body. 

She groans, pushing back against Him. The gently caresses suddenly stop and a hand smacks her ass, hard and firm. She yelps. "I told You to stay, my pet. Do I need to repeat myself?"

"No Master, I'm sorry," she whimpers, determined to obey His every command. 

His mouth returns to her cunt, His teeth grazing against the ring. His mouth settles over her cunt, creating suction as He sucks on her pierced clit. She groans in pleasure, her motionless body begging for release. She gasps as she feels a finger at her ass, pushing firmly. Another groan escapes her mouth as the deep probes inside her anal passage, coating her with lube. 

Her body jerks upwards, a large fleshy object pressing against her ass, pushing deeper. She pushes against it, heart racing as she tries to rationalize. The suction never leaves her cunt, tongue dipping into her folds and tasting her juices. The cock pushes deeper still, stretching her walls to accommodate its size. Her hands move, pressing against the sofa. A hard smack falls on her upturned ass, causing her to fall forward, gasping as pain flares across her flesh. 

The cock stops pushing, waiting for her to adjust. She continues to whimper softly until she hears His voice. "Trust me little one."

She nods, hands clasping behind her back once more. She does trust Him. He has never given a reason not to. The tongue slides out of her cunt and begins licking her outer lips, teasing her. The cock in her ass returns to its mission and pushes deeper into her bowels, stretching her wide. Her ass clenches Him, pushing back as it tries to remove His cock. But He only groans and pushes harder, one quick thrust and she feels His balls slap against her flesh. He holds it there, cock deep inside, allowing her time to adjust.

A hand reaches forward and grabs her hair, tugging as He pulls back, cock sliding out of her ass. She whimpers, knowing what it coming. Suddenly He thrusts forward, her tits bouncing against the sofa. Pulling back, tugging her hair, then a quick thrust back inside. Her body adjusts, quickly accepting its fate. In fact, her body desires more as she pushes back against Him this time. 

Teeth grasp the ring attached to her clit, tugging on it gently, reminding her of the person positioned beneath her wet cunt. She groans, a myriad of emotions filling her as she is used. Her whimpers become desperate as she feels her body nearing the edge, climax building quickly.

"Oh please Master, please may I cum?"

"Not yet my slut, not yet," His words softly caress her, even though they were not what she wanted to hear. She holds back, biting her bottom lip as her torment continues. Hands suddenly grip her thighs, parting her even further, not allowing her to tighten over the cock inside her ass. His thrusts become faster, grunts of pleasure accompanying every slap of His balls against her flesh, the sounds driving her closer and closer as she tries not to cum. 

Suddenly her cunt feels bare, the mouth leaving it. She whimpers, needing the touch to send her over the edge. The shaft in her ass explodes, filling her with seed. Grunts and groans fill the air, blending in harmony, her groans begging for release while His grunts show His satisfaction. His seed spills out of her bowels as His softening cock slides free. She groans with need, pushing back, searching for her own release. A hand suddenly smacks her cunt, pain flaring thru her body as she yelps loudly. 

Her Master's voice, calm yet firm, "I thought I told you to stay, my pet."

She whimpers a 'yes Master' and remains motionless, listening, the fan in the background making the only noticeable noise. Suddenly fingers enter her cunt, thrusting against her g-spot and bringing her back to the edge. A word from her Master, permission granted, and she cries out, cumming hard on the digits within.

His hand smacks her ass, warming it as she cums, sending her flying once more. A few more smacks and her ass burns, her body coming down from its high. She pants lightly, moaning as the fingers leave her cunt. A sound reaches her ears. Someone is sucking the wet fingers, cleaning them. 

Master grips her arms, helping her stand back up. She rotates her neck, stretching a bit from being in position for so long. His hands caress her face before His lips touch hers, His kiss gentle as He lifts the blindfold from her eyes. She blinks a few times, adjusting to the dim light of the room. He steps back, allowing her to see the girl on the floor, kneeling in submission. She looks at Master, surprised. 

"Happy Anniversary, my Love. I hope you like her."

She smiles with glee, throwing her arms around her Master and kissing Him passionately. She giggles as she pulls back. "Yes Master, I'm sure we will."



The Gift



"Happy Birthday." you say with a smile. Sliding a small box across the restaurant table. 

"What is it?" I ask. Unaware of your plan.

"Your fantasy." Your eyes flash an erotic pulse as you toy with your hair.

My heart skips a beat as I try to digest what you've just said. I stare at the box and then to you wondering if what you're telling me is real. After a second or two I grasp the box to pull it towards me, but you tighten your grip on it and lean in.

"I know what it is. . . And you also know what it is."

'You're right.' I think to myself, thinking of my confession to you a couple of weeks ago. My confession of chastity. Total chastity. It had been about two years since you indulged my fantasy about teasing and orgasm denial, but that wasn't enough. I wanted to be completely denied. I needed to be. Even though I promised that you would tell me when I was allowed to cum I still found it difficult to keep from touching myself and masturbated all too often in the shower when I felt the urge all too strong to ignore. 

I was also too embarrassed to tell you my true secret. All too afraid of what you'd think of me if I told you. All of the associated fetishes, the bondage, cross dressing, humiliation, cuckoldry, never appealed to me. Just the overwhelming desire to be teased and to have my orgasms controlled by you. 

One night, after a few drinks, an overpowering sexual desire, and some innocent prying by you, I confessed to you my fantasy of you being my teasing key holder. After some frank conversation, in which I told you everything and you quietly and objectively listened, you ended it by simply saying "I'm tired, but I'd like to revisit this conversation later." before going to bed. I was ecstatic at your receptiveness or more importantly your lack of objections.

However, you never did bring it up again and I didn't want to press. The few times we did have sex I did notice that you didn't ask if I wanted to cum, only simply rolling off me and going to sleep after you came. I was also curious about you teasing me in the shower and shaving me. I dismissed all of this as coincidence and simply just part of you teasing me and being sexual.

Now, as we stare at each other, I understand what you've done. I am now flush with excitement and try to speak, but I can't.

"It's OK Honey. Just listen. You have finally confided in me your secret and as your wife and soul mate I want to fulfill it. Just so you know, if you put this on and give me the key you are granting me complete control, as per your wish, of your pleasure organ."

"I understand."

"It is me who'll decide not only if you'll orgasm or even cum for that matter, but it is me who'll also decide if you're allowed to have an erection and or be teased. You are not even allowed to ask. . . No begging, pleading or whining. . . At all! When I think you need to cum; that's when it'll happen, do you understand that?"

"I do." my heart was pounding as I listened to you speak. I could not believe my ears.

"Good. Now I am taking the time and making the effort to realize your fantasy. I would expect you to ensure that I am also very, very satisfied." Your voice was slow and sultry and your eyes beamed a sexual energy at me as you pushed the box into my hand.

I take the box and break my gaze from you as I lift the cover. I could still feel you looking at me as I spied the phallic shaped metal cage, adorned with a small lock and key.

"Put it on."

My eyes shoot back to you. "Here!"

You chuckle seductively. "If you're that brazen, but you should probably use the rest room. . . Oh and don't dilly dally or I'll think your doing something you shouldn't be." She flashed a provocative grin as she shooed me away with one hand.

"I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"You've made me so hard right now it would be impossible for me to get it on."

"Fine." you say feigning disappointment and pouting. "Then while we're waiting telling me again why you enjoy this."

I retell you my desires. How erotic it is for me pleasuring you, to watch orgasm while I remain horny and pent up with lust. How I would go through the day with that tingly pre-erection feeling in my groin, thinking of you. How I could simply look at you and I would start to get hard. 

I explain to you the feeling of needing to cum, but not wanting to. Not wanting to lose that feeling of unbridled passion that only you can satisfy, yet not wanting satisfaction, but oddly wanting a prolonged and intensified desire. I also tell you of the point at which I uncontrollably touch myself to orgasm and I feel guilty about not holding out for you as you asked of me. Missing the feeling of frustration, of denial and wishing to have it back.

We sit in silence for a second after I finish. Suddenly I realize that I'm soft again, my groin damp with pre-cum. Your eyes glimmer as I nervously get up and go to the bathroom. Surprisingly I still wasn't hard as I opened the box in the stall. Removing the device from the box my heart pounded in my chest. Thinking about you and how understanding you've been. 

I hesitate, just for a moment, wondering if I'm really ready for this. I then think of you and how beautiful and alluring you look tonight. I find myself sliding the device over my tingling member. I exhale heavily as I snap the lock into place. A surge of sexuality radiates from my core. I take the key, which you've placed on a necklace, and discard the box on the way out of the rest room.

Your face is radiant as I walk up to you and place the key around your neck. My heart is pounding again as I sit back down. A nervous energy has me feeling electric.

I know that look you have. A sensual look, a wanton look as you caress the key that is nestled in your cleavage. 

"I love you." you say. "I want you."

"I love you, too Honey and I want to please you."

"No, you are going to pleasure me. . . and pleasure me very good if you want to even get hard again." You bite your lip and toy with the key as you continue. "I will fulfill your fantasy and you will satisfy my desires, my love."

I hastily ask for the check as my cock struggles with it new confines for the first time. The small spikes within the cage and its rings, which I failed to notice when putting on, dig in to my flesh. It was more uncomfortable than painful, but the more uncomfortable it is the more I get excited. I start to wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew.

The ride home is quiet. I am a bundle of energy as my new cage constantly reminds me of my fantasy realized. You play with my mind by checking your make up in the mirror, fixing your hair, running your fingers through my hair, caressing my ear and playing with your key.

I pull the car into the driveway and turn off the engine. I look at you and you pull me in with your alluring eyes. Our lips meet and we kiss like young lovers. Reminding me of our early dates when we wished the night would not end.

I groan out of not only passion, but at my straining cock, aggressively, yet futilely against it's confines. Our hands explore each other and I slide mine further and further up your thigh, under your tight dress. My lust filled excitement suddenly turns into an erotic shock as my fingers brush across your well trimmed patch and find your very wet lips. 

I pull back as if you were a ghost, my hand still between your legs. You look at me with a lusty gleam, your lower lip seductively stuck between your teeth. 

You slowly put your hand over your mouth in shock. "Oops! I seemed to have forgotten my panties tonight." you whisper. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I knew you'd never fit into your fantasy if I let you unwrap this gift first." Your hand slides across the slight bulge in my pants. 

Going out without panties was something I'd always wanted you to do, but you'd never indulged me. Now I view this whole evening in a new sexual light. Reviewing the entire night with you like this. I go to speak, but an inaudible sound is all that escapes my lips.

"Lets get inside. I want to see my caged tiger." You pull away and slide out of the car, looking over your shoulder you saunter towards the front door. The night air is like a splash of cold water as I hop out of the car.

I quickly follow you. Watching your hips sway, knowing you are naked underneath your dress. The hot and tingly sensation between my legs telling me why you waited to tell me about my other fantasy. I want to ravage you so badly, but I know I now have to wait for you. 

You giggle softly as I press up against you at the front door. My hands gripping your hips and my cage finding the spot right between your two cheeks. I moan as my nose pushes away your hair and my lips nuzzle your neck. My hands slide up your side and around to your breasts. I'm taken aback at how hard your nipples are.

You crack the door open then stop and stomp your foot. "Shit. . . Did I forget my bra also?!?" You flash me an evil grin over your shoulder as you enter the house.

Like a zombie I follow behind you. Thinking of your naked beauty underneath that one layer of clothing, accented only by your shoes and the key nestled in your cleavage.

Once inside you pour yourself a glass of wine and sit down on the couch. "Get undressed. I want to see it." you ask.

My hearts races and pounds as I strip down. You sip your wine at he edge of your seat. Eyes wide with excitement, waiting for the reveal. I'm fueled with a mix of lust, love, fear and a tinge of embarrassment.

You motion me forward with one finger and stifle a chuckle. My head blushes as I step towards you. "You truly are my knight in shinning armor." you say as your free hand fondles my cage. "How does it feel?" Your hand caresses my balls and your fingers find their way into the gaps of my metal device. "Is it comfortable?"

I moan softly as I struggle to get hard only to be denied by the very thing I wished for. "Not right now." I croak. 

You lean back with a devilish look on your face. "But otherwise?"

"It's weird. The weight of it reminds me it's there, which in turn reminds me of the reason it's there. It gives me that tingly right before sex feeling. . . Again and again."

"Well good. It's teasing you for me. That means I can leave you in it longer before unlocking you." Your words are electric that shoots straight to my struggling shaft. "In fact, as per your wishes, I could leave in it so long you'd be happy just to get hard." I can no longer tell if your talk is just that or an actual preview of your plans. 

"It would add some life to those boring company functions you drag me to. . . Just think, me in nothing but a nice tight dress, some fancy shoes and. . . Your key, of course!" You pull it out and dangle it in front of you. "Then there would be you. Thinking of nothing but how little separates you from my naked body and how much separates my wet pussy from your aching, horny shaft." You accent your explicit words know how much it gets me going to hear you talk dirty.

"You know I like this look. Naked. . . Except for that little piece of jewelry there." You shake the cage with your free hand as you sip your wine. "From now on I want you like this when we go to bed. I want your warm nakedness snuggled up next to me."

You put your glass down and stand up. Running your hands across my body you flick your hair to one side and nuzzle up to my neck. "You've been a naughty boy. Touching yourself. Cumming without permission. Let's see how long you last now that your no longer able to cheat." you whisper into my ear.

We kiss and embrace for a moment. Losing ourselves in each other. I match your passion, once for once, even though I already know how my evening will end. 

Quickly and suddenly you spin me around and push me down onto the couch. Your eyes signal your intentions as you hike up your dress and straddle me. Your dress stops just short of allowing me a glimpse of your nakedness. The key swings in front of you, mocking me, reminding me of my own plight.

You reach down and move the cage so its pressed between us. My cock swells inside of it, to no avail. You squirm on top of me, adjusting yourself so that your rubbing the bottom of the cage.

"Mm, that feels good." you coo as you wrap yourself around me. "Oh, God. This thing feels so very good against my pussy. So good I may never let you out."

Grinding your hips into me you lean back, your fingers digging into my shoulders. Your gaze cuts through me. "Do you like this? Mm? Is this what you wanted? To watch your Baby get off on the very thing that keeps you from getting off?"

"Oh, Baby!" I moan. My cock aches to respond, but the metal is unyielding. "Yes!"

"Yes indeed!" You push down harder. Faster. I can feel your wet lips slathering my sexual prison. Faster. Harder. "Yes, oh yes, YES!" You fall back onto me, grinding harder. "That's it. Can you feel it? Can you feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter? Too bad. YES! Too bad you're not allowed inside. So hot! So wet!"

I can feel it. Almost. Your voice is intoxicating. Driving me mad. I want to break free. I want to get hard and thrust myself inside of you. Through the gaps of my cage I can feel you, but not enough. I match your bucking hips with my own as my hands knead your firm ass. Trying desperately to get a bit more friction. "Mpfh!" is all I can muster. 

"Yes. That's it. Fuck yes!" You groan as you buck wildly. Faster. Your thighs pressing in. "Oh, fuck! Fuck. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on your cock! I'm cumming on your cock! Yes! YES! YES! FUCK YES! UGH!!!" Your body quivers and trembles as your orgasm courses though you. Consuming you.

I hold you as you lay on top of me. Your heart pounding away like a drum and your hot breath wraps around my neck. The scene of you pleasuring yourself on top of me replays over and over in my head as my cage bites into my cock as it continues to free itself. "I love you Baby."

Stirring gently on top of me I can feel your trimmed bush rub on me. "Happy Birthday Lover! Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. Thank you." I hiss. My mind and body are cauldron of pent up desires. I am used to the wave of sexual frustration, but the cage takes it to a new level of denial. The reality of my wish sinks in.

"Good. I know I did." You slowly rise and stand up, fixing your dress as you do. "And I'm going to continue to enjoy it. Satisfying myself on you and you satisfying me, as I wish. All the while you stay locked up. Waiting. . . Wishing. . . Wanting."

You smile as you tuck in the key. "Long days and not so hard nights." Your eyes fall to my crotch and stifle a chuckle before turning and walking to the bedroom. Coming? . . I mean joining me Lover?"

I rise up and follow you. Wondering. No dreaming of the things you have in store. Knowing that at some point my lust will consume me and it will be you, not me, who decides how much longer after that I will have to endure.



The Gift



Kathy took a sip of wine and looked at the clock on the wall. It was one o'clock on Saturday. She did not normally drink this early and alone, but this was a special occasion. She stared at the thin red box on the coffee table. She had received it last Saturday. She had received many others over the years. Usually they were received with great delight. This one was different. This was not a happy one.

She picked up the box and went into her bedroom. She placed the box on the bed and opened her closet. She rummaged through the shoes and boxes of keepsakes she kept on the floor in the rear of her closet until she found shoe box sized plastic case. She opened the lid and saw the row of boxes inside. There were many white boxes, two were silver, one gold, four blue and one black box. She placed the red box at the rear of the line of thin boxes in the shoe box. She wondered why she kept the box and the contents inside. For some reason she could never part with them.

Randomly she picked up the third box and opened it. The contents of which were a card and a CD. She slipped the CD into a player and the tender melody of "When I Fall in Love by the Lettermen" came out of the speakers. She picked up the card and read what was written on it. The card did not say who it was from or to whom it was given. There was no need for it. She knew who had sent it to her.

She had received it at her work along with a large bouquet of flowers. All the girls in the office gathered around Kathy to see who sent her such a beautiful arrangement. She smiled confidently as she opened the box, took out the CD and slipped it into the player on her desk. The girls started teasing Kathy. Who is this guy sending you flowers and love songs at work? Some wanted to know what was on the card that came with the letter. Kathy waited for the appropriate part of the song to start reciting what was on the card. When the right place in the song came she started to read:

"WHEN I GIVE MY HEART

I GIVE IT COMPLETELY

OR I'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE

AND THE MOMENT I CAN FEEL THAT

YOU FEEL THAT WAY TOO

IS WHEN I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU"

The girls got quiet while she read the words printed on the card. When she was done and the music stopped the girls started in again.

One coworker named Grace said "This is a special guy. I'm jealous. Does he have a brother?"

As Kathy was once more listening to the music she looked up to see Grace absentmindedly moving the flowers about. She quietly commented to Kathy "You have received a wonderful gift today, from a special man."

"Thank you; the flowers are beautiful aren't they? replied Kathy. Grace looked at her surprised and was about to speak, instead she turned and walked away.

On it went till the girls finally went back to work. Kathy for the first time thought that maybe she did have something special. She was sure it would be if it weren't for John Williams.

John was her first love. He was her first boyfriend. He was the boy who took her to the prom. He was the boy who took her virginity when she was a junior in high school. They made love all the way through the last two years of high school. The last time was the night before he left to go to college. He was always in the back of her mind. He always had a little piece of her heart that made it impossible to commit to another man completely.

After graduation John went to Stanford in California to study medicine. Kathy went to a community college in her home state of Florida. At first they exchanged phone calls and letters. After a while the letters stopped and the phone calls became less frequent to be replaced by emails. Soon the emails ended as well.

After a while Kathy dropped out of school and took a job with Allstate Insurance Company. Now she worked 9 to 5 sitting at a computer. She answered phones, sold insurance, typed letters and any other duties that fell her way. Her day consisted of the same routine. Get up go to work and come home. It was not satisfying but it paid the bills.

The only relief was her nights out with her friend Lisa. She kept hoping to hear from John. Then she heard from some of Johns friends that he was dating a pre med student at college. She now knew why all contact had been broken off. For weeks she was depressed and cried herself to sleep every night.

Yet she still had a dream of what could have been. What would her life be like if John came back? She still had expectations of her knight in white armor returning to sweep Kathy out of her boring existence to enjoy the life of a doctor's wife. Kathy would then become Mrs. Dr. John Williams. She let her fantasy life as well as her real life self esteem center around John Williams. He became almost a mythological figure that no mere human could match. As weeks became months and John did not return she tried to put him out of her mind and move on, yet even if she did not realize it, he was always there.

Kathy had always been an attractive girl. Not a beauty in a classic sense, but she had an earthy sensuality that drew men to her. Even when she was dating John, it did not stop other boys from trying to hit on her. She stood five foot five inches tall. She had long brown hair, usually parted down the middle of her head and flipped back towards her face just under her chin. She possessed flawless olive colored skin with brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed and belied her Italian heritage. Her breasts were a full 34C and she liked to wear low cut tops that showed lots of cleavage. She was a little thick through the waist and her butt was a tad small. Long lean dancer's legs finished off the package. When viewed together it was a very enjoyable sight.

After she was sure that John was out of her life for good she had a number of relationships with men. Only one turned sexual and lasted for five months before she broke it off. Incredibly she felt guilty, as she was still carrying a torch for John. Her guilt over what she considered cheating broke up most of her relationships with men. Her reputation was not that of an "easy" score.

She was twenty five years old when she met Tom. He was not like all the other men she had dated in the past. Tom had enlisted in the Army when he was 18. Six years later, including one tour each in Iraq, Germany and Afghanistan in that order, he separated from the military. He was an infantryman and had seen his share of action. Upon returning home to Florida he opened a small automotive repair shop not too far from Kathy's work.

Tom thought it was Kismet when he saw Kathy and her dancers legs walk into the shop. He was sitting behind his desk in his office at the rear of the shop and she did not see him. She was with her best friend Lisa who she had driven to work that morning. She had on a white low cut top with black polka dots. A short black mini skirt and black high heels finished her look. Tom was mesmerized. He had never seen a woman as exquisite as this.

"Hello" Kathy called out, "Is anybody here?"

Tom walked out of the office and said "Can I help you Miss?"

Kathy explained that her car would not start and it was in the parking lot of the insurance company right down the street. It was around closing time and she knew he must want to go home. She hoped he would be like all the other men she had met in her life and would do anything she wanted if she showed a little of what she had. As she was telling him where her car was she "accidentally" dropped her keys from her hand and bent over to pick them up. This caused her breasts to roll forward in her blouse to give him a good view of her breasts. When she stood back up she knew she had him by the look of desire on his face.

She laughed to herself that this was too easy. He could barely get his eyes off her cleavage. When he finally tore his eyes away from her breasts she gave him a pout with her lips and asked if he would help her. Tom looked at those soft full lips and wondered what kissing them would be like. Tom stuttered when he told her that he would take the tow truck and pick up her car and bring it to the shop to look at it. As the two girls walked behind him to the truck they gave each other knowing looks. They had both used their looks to manipulate men many times.

He walked her to the passenger door and helped her manage the high step to get into the cab, getting a good look at her sculpted calves and thighs. He received the same show from Lisa when he helped her in the truck as well. When Tom got in the truck and started down to her car it gave Kathy a chance to give him the once over. She noticed his muscular arms. His muscles rippled when he shifted gears. She could tell he had short but muscular legs by the tightness of his pants. He had black hair cut short and combed straight back. She noticed he had kind green eyes and full soft kissable lips when he turned to give her a reassuring smile.

She could feel an attraction and thought it might be fun to play with this one for a while. She was sure it would not go too far as he was a grease jockey and his job was not up to her standards. Yet, it might be fun for as long as it lasted. When they arrived at the parking lot Tom opened the hood on her late model Camry. After looking inside for awhile, he noticed that the ground wire had come loose. A few turns with a screwdriver and Tom told her to try to start the car. Much to Kathy's surprise it started right up.

Kathy gave Tom a huge smile and he smiled back. He was furiously thinking of something to say, trying something, some way to spend some more time with this attractive woman but could not come up with anything.

Kathy got out of the car and asked "How much do I owe you for the quick fix?" Tom would not take anything for this small service.

He said "just getting that big smile was payment enough."

Kathy looked into those green eyes, walked to this handsome mechanics side and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she said "Thank you so much." When she backed away she could see his face turn three shades of red. As she walked to the car door an idea came to her. Quickly turning to face him, she asked if he would like dinner at her place tomorrow night as payment for the repair.

With widened eyes and a smile he replied "Yes, I would like that, a lot".

For a second Kathy thought about John and had an inkling of regret but as soon as it came it went away. She had a good feeling about this man who was a stranger no more than an hour ago. She felt she could trust him. She actually found him intriguing. She had a hunch he would not be a mechanic for long and her hunches were rarely wrong.

Taking a business card from her purse she smiled and handed it to him saying "Call me tomorrow and I will give you directions to my apartment." As he took the card she caressed his cheek with her other hand and said "Thank you again for helping me today." She turned to leave and put a little more sway into her hips as she walked back to her car. When she looked back she was pleased to see her little display had worked. Not a muscle moved as he watched her walk away. She smiled once again and drove off down the street.

Finally Tom regained his composure and smiled to himself as he got into his truck. He would definitely be calling her tomorrow. In fact he could hardly wait.

Lisa tore into Kathy when she left the parking lot "What are you thinking? You hardly know this guy. What if he is an ax murderer or something like that? Besides I know you. A mechanic is not the type of guy you typically date."

Kathy was unruffled, "You know where he works. If anything happens you can tell the police who I was with. Beside I am sure he is OK." reluctantly Lisa agreed.

"You have to promise to call me when the date is over to make sure you are Ok. Lisa quipped "Getting the juicy details is just a bonus." Both girls laughed as they sped down the street.

She told him to be at her apartment at 7PM. He was there at 6:45 but waited outside till 7 before entering her apartment building. He did not want to seem too eager even if he really couldn't wait to see her again. He knocked on the door and waited for the door to open.

Kathy was at the stove stirring the pot of sauce she had made to go with dinner when she heard the knock. She went to the mirror on the wall to check on her outfit one last time and waited. She smiled as Tom knocked again. Outside he was wondering where was she? Had she had a change of heart? Anxiety overcame him and he knocked again. At the third knock Kathy smiled again to herself. Making the guys wait always took some of the confidence and swagger out of them.

Kathy called out "Be right there." Tom was relieved when the door swung open and Kathy was there smiling at him. She invited him in and he gave her a bottle of wine and a small bouquet of flowers. She thanked him for the gifts and made a big deal about the flowers and placed them in a vase on the table where they would be eating.

He took in her beauty as she cut the flower stems and placed them in the vase. She was wearing a white blouse which buttoned up the front with the three top buttons undone. The blouse was tucked into a pair of tight black jeans. She was barefoot. Somehow she seemed so erotic walking barefoot in her tight jeans that Tom was suddenly filled with desire for this woman that he had really known for only a few moments in time.

Dinner was chicken cacciatore with spaghetti. It was made with her own homemade sauce. The food was delightful. It had been a long time since he had a home cooked meal. As good as the food was the conversation was enchanting. They told each other about where they had been and what they had done and where they wanted the future to take them. Tom learned that Kathy had some college and an artistic bent. She took some art courses in college and was quite good at watercolors. In fact she had some well done pieces hanging in her small home.

Kathy listened to stories about his time in the Army, some of them graphic enough to make Kathy wince. She could hear the pain in his voice and it brought tears to her eyes.

She found that he was not a mechanic in a small shop but that he was the owner of three shops' around their town. He had signed contracts with one of the large auto rental companies to provide maintenance and repair work for their fleet of cars. He had contracts with the US Government to provide them with similar services as well as the insurance company Kathy worked for, plus others. That was the largest shop and had ten bays in it. One shop did nothing but customizing work and the other, the one she walked into worked on late model high end automobiles like Ferrari's and Lamborghinis. It was his favorite shop as it was the first one he opened. He had a small office in the rear where he took care of all the accounting work for all three shops. He stayed late to do some paperwork when she walked in. Usually he locked up the shop before starting and did not know why he had forgotten that day. Tom told Kathy he was very happy to have forgotten.

He told her where he lived. He was proud of the three bedroom house he had purchased on the outskirts of town two years prior. It seemed that Kathy's hunch was correct. They ate dinner, drank wine, talked and drank more wine, played some games while drinking still more.

The evening was drawing to a close and Kathy made the bold move of asking Tom to stay a little "longer." He wasn't sure what a little "longer" meant but he quickly came to his own decision.

Tom went to Kathy took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss, then backed away and told her he could not stay.

Kathy whispered "Don't you like me?"

Tom replied, "Yes Kathy I do like you. In fact I like you a lot. But I see more in you. I know I have only known you for a short time but I see a future for us. I want to get to know you better. I want to take it slow so we both can know what we will be getting into. I don't want a sexual relationship to complicate things. Besides, anticipation will just make it better if we do decide to take it to another level. Do you understand?"

Kathy had never been turned down before. But this did not feel like a turn down. This was a promise of something more. It was for a chance at something solid and real. For the first time in a long time she felt good about a man. This man knew what he wanted and she felt sure he wanted her. He wanted to make sure she wanted him.

She took a leap of faith and told him "Not many men who turn me down get a second chance. You however, you just might be the one to get another chance. Oh and just so you know I do understand." she added.

That night Tom went home and went to bed. He tried to sleep, but sleep would not come. All he could think about was the beautiful woman he had turned down tonight. His mind was occupied by visions of what they might be doing right at this moment. He tossed and turned thinking what a fool he must be to turn her down. Sleep was a long time coming.

Kathy got dressed for bed but first she had to keep her promise to Lisa. Kathy told Lisa all about the evening and the chemistry they shared. Kathy then revealed "I kind of asked him to stay over."

"You asked him to stay over? Have you lost your mind? You just met him today." Lisa thundered.

Kathy groaned "Don't worry, he turned me down." Lisa was more shocked that he said no.

Lisa joked "He must be gay."

Kathy laughed "Not from the goodnight kiss he gave me. I can definitely confirm he is not gay."

Tom tossed and turned while Kathy slept like a baby. She did not feel like she was alone, she felt like he was there with her. In a sense he was. Somehow he had gotten into her heart. She could still feel his strong arms around her and felt safe enveloped in them. Her lips still tingled with the passion of their kiss. It took four months for Tom to come to the realization that he was in love with Kathy. She was sure much sooner. One year later Tom and Kathy were married. It was a small service with only a few friends and relatives attending. They moved into Tom's house on Kensington Street and started their life together.

The CD stopped playing. Kathy did not seem to notice, she was too wrapped up in her pleasant memories. She ejected the CD and slipped it into the case along with the card. She bypassed the next two white cases and went for the gold case. The gold and silver cases were special. They held the fondest memories for her. She opened the box and took out the CD and the card. She had received the box on the morning of her wedding day. She, along with her bridesmaids was getting ready for Kathy's big day. The doorbell rang and one of her bridesmaids opened the door. It was a Fedex carrier delivering the gold box. She took it to Kathy. They searched all over until they found a guest with a small portable CD player. They all watched as she opened the gold box and put the CD into the player. Kathy started reading the card and then pressed play. An old tune by the Thymes called "So Much in Love" started playing. Soon Kathy read the lines on the card:

WHEN WE WALK DOWN THE AISLE TOGETHER

WE WILL VOW TO BE TOGETHER TILL WE DIE

SO MUCH LOVE HAVE WE TWO

JUST CAN'T WAIT TO SAY "I DO"

SO IN LOVE SO MUCH IN LOVE

Tears welled up in Kathy's eyes when Lisa started yelling "don't start crying, it will ruin your make up." Lisa waved her hands in Kathy's face to blow cool air across her.

One of the bridesmaids cracked "With a card and song like that if you cant make it down the aisle I wont mind filling in for you."

Kathy snorted 'Don't you even think about it. I sure as hell will make it to that alter. I don't know why I ever made you a bridesmaid." They all started laughing at that and the make up crisis was averted.

When Kathy got to the church, right before the bridal march started she peeked into the church to see Tom standing at the altar talking to his best man. He looked so good in his Tuxedo. She was filled with pride for her man and wondered how she ever got this lucky. She made a vow to do her best to make him as happy as possible. Kathy was smiling when she thought about how she felt just before her wedding. Then the smile vanished as she realized how badly she had let Tom down. She certainly did not make good on that promise. She slowly shook her head, wondering how she could have hurt him so badly. What should have been a wonderful memory no longer was. Kathy quickly slipped the card and CD back into the gold box and placed it back in its place among the row of boxes.




The Gift



Kathy's eyes went past the next two white boxes to the first of the silver boxes. She opened the box and read the words written inside. She slipped the CD into the player and Frank Sinatra's smooth voice filled the room. She remembered when Tom came home from work on their first wedding anniversary. She had been getting ready all day. First she went to the salon to get her hair and nails done. Kathy also had a Brazilian wax. He was always pestering her about getting one. Having herself waxed clean was going to be his anniversary present. He had been hinting to her that he would like the "bald" look on her.

She heard him come in the house and call to her. She walked to the top of the stairway and was still putting her earrings on when he came around the corner. She had taken two steps down the flight of stairs when he saw her. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her with his mouth open. As she got halfway down the stairs he actually dropped the silver box and the card and CD spilled out. He was mesmerized by the way she looked as she walked down the stairs. He did not move until she was on the last step.

He remembered the silver box and knelt down to pick it and its spilled contents off the floor, then looked up at her from his knees. She had four inch black come fuck me pumps on her feet. His eyes traveled up her legs until he got to mid thigh where the hem of her little black dress started. He continued up to her waist then to her breasts. The neckline was low cut to show generous amounts of cleavage. Thin spaghetti straps continued to her shoulders. Her hair was piled high on top of her head. Her brown eyes sparkled, delighted with the effect she had on her husband.

When he stood in front of her she saw he had the silver box in his left hand and a jewelry box in his right. He led her to the couch where they sat down. He handed her the jewelry box and watched her open it and said "Happy Anniversary my love." When she opened the box she squealed with delight at the 16 inch diamond choker necklace. She hugged him and made sure he felt her braless breasts, another surprise for him tonight.

She took it out and asked him to put it on for her. When he was done she stood, went to a mirror in the room and looked at herself, turning left then right. It was the most beautiful gift she had ever received. She turned to see her husband who was looking at her with joy. There was nothing that gave him more pleasure then making her happy. Seeing her like this filled his heart. He then opened the box and took out the CD and put it in the player.

"May I have this dance beautiful lady? Taking her in his arms he beamed "This is the most appropriate gift I have ever given to you. You are so beautiful tonight." Frank Sinatra's rendition of The Way You Look Tonight played on the player the same way it played today in Kathy's bedroom.

SOME DAY WHEN I'M AWFULLY LOW

WHEN THE WORLD IS COLD

I WILL FEEL A GLOW JUST THINKING OF YOU

AND THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT

YES YOUR LOVELY WITH YOUR SMILE SO WARM

AND YOUR CHEEKS SO SOFT

THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME BUT TO LOVE YOU

AND THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT

They danced quietly, in each others arms, bathed in the glow of love they had for each other. When the song ended Tom begged Kathy "Why don't we they just skip dinner out and retire to the bedroom." Kathy replied "No way buster, I spent a lot of time and your money getting ready for this night and we are going out!" Tom once again suggested "Honey, all I need is you and the hell with dinner."

"We can eat afterward. Kathy responded. Wasn't it you who once told me that it would be better to wait and let the anticipation build? Then it would be better?" Kathy smirked.

Tom mumbled "No I am not right all the time about that anticipation thing."

Kathy laughed "No you were right then and waiting until after we go out would be right tonight too." Tom laughed at that. He knew this was one fight he would lose and fighting with his beautiful sexy wife was the last thing he wanted tonight.

Previously Tom told Kathy about his plans for the night and she made sure they did all he had planned to do. First they had a delicious dinner at an expensive Japanese steakhouse. After dinner they went to a local comedy club and stayed through two comedians. Then they went to a small piano bar where they danced, had a few drinks and some intimate conversation. On the ride home they could not keep their hands off each other. They both realized the anticipation thing really worked.

Kathy once again found herself smiling at the memory. They had spent most of that night making sweet, gentle love. That night was Kathy's favorite memory of her marriage to Tom. It was the perfect night. Kathy stood and went to her jewelry box. She opened it and took out the diamond choker. It had meant so much to her that night. She held the necklace and brought it across her lips. A tear came down her cheek.

She returned the necklace to the jewelry box and went back to the bed and put the card and CD back in it place in the row of boxes. She skipped the next white box and went to the second silver box. She placed the CD in the player and Nat King Coles satiny voice started singing "Unforgettable."

She remembered the night of her second anniversary. It was a Saturday and he had to go out to run a small errand. Even though she knew he had made arrangements to go out again, she had other plans. She was waiting in the living room for him in a pale blue see through negligee. She was totally bare underneath. As the front door opened she suddenly had the thought that she hoped Tom didn't bring home a friend with him while she stood there practically naked in her living room.

She did not have to worry. Bring a friend home was not in Toms mind tonight. Once again she got the response she was hoping for. When Tom saw her he stopped and took in the sight of his sexy wife, for all intents and purposes standing naked on his living room rug. Kathy saw two boxes, one in each of Tom's hands, same as last year. He walked towards her placing the boxes on an end table on his way. As he reached for his wife she put her hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. He had a questioning look on his face as she did this.

Kathy told him "The boxes first Sweetie, then the sweets." Smiling he turned to get the boxes and returned to his wife. He gave her the jewelry box and she opened it. It contained a diamond bracelet and ear rings to match the diamond choker necklace he gave her last year.

"Honey, be a dear and put these on for me please" giggled Kathy. He had a hard time concentrating on the tiny holes in her ear lobes while looking at the eraser hard nipples on display under the see through negligee his wife was barely wearing. After getting done with his earring and bracelet tasks he snuck a hand up to grab one of his wife's nipples and give it a gentle squeeze.

She groaned at first then gave him a playful swat saying "You have one more box to give me." Tom gave her the silver box. She opened it and gave him the CD. She did not even read the card; she just gave him the CD to put in the player. As King Coles beautiful lyrics played she grabbed Tom and gave him a smoldering kiss. Neither one of them heard much of the song as they made love right there in front of the fireplace. Two hours later they called out for a delivery pizza. Their anniversary meal was pizza and wine.

Tom beamed "This is even better than last year. It's the perfect meal after a strenuous workout."

Kathy chimed in "Yes it is. Maybe we could do a repeat of the work out. What do you think?" They repeated the "workout" and the pizza and wine meal many times in the months to come.

It was not until the next morning that Kathy read the card that came with the CD. There in Tom's block style printing were the words he wanted her to remember

UNFORGETABLE IN EVERY WAY

AND FOREVER MORE THAT'S HOW YOU'LL STAY

THAT'S WHY DARLING IT'S INCREDIBLE

THAT SOMEONE SO UNFORGETTABLE

THINKS THAT I AM UNFORGETTABLE TOO

Kathy thought about that night. She thought about the pale blue negligee. It had been lost in the move, never to be seen again. She wished she had it now. If she did have it she knew it would bring back more of the special memories of that night.

She put the card and CD away.

Now she went to the last white box, just before the blue boxes. Those awful blue boxes. The blue boxes with the pain inside could wait. She would play the last of the white boxes first.

This was the last box before the loss of innocence in the marriage. At least it was for Tom. Not for Kathy. She had been seeing another man. Not just any man, it was the man of her dreams, her first lover. Yes, John had returned. Five months had passed since the night of her second anniversary. That night they had shared their love for one another. Unknown to Tom his worst nightmare became a reality. Kathy's fantasy man had returned. He had been back for two months.

Dr. Williams was setting up practice and needed insurance. He had come to the office and was speaking with another associate when Kathy walked by. John noticed her first and called out "Kathy is that you?" Kathy turned to look at John and her heart started to flutter. All the old feelings came thundering back. It was like he had never left.

"John, when did you get back" she exclaimed. John stood and gave Kathy a big hug which she returned.

John told her "You haven't changed since high school. You are still a beautiful woman."

"You have, you have become even more handsome, if that were possible."

He smiled and suggested "Why don't we get lunch and catch up on old times

Kathy happily replied "I would love to. Let me go to my desk and get my purse." They went off arm in arm. She did not notice the disapproving looks she got from most of the other women who worked in the office. They all noticed how she seemed to swoon for this guy. All thoughts of her husband went out the window. If only Kathy could see what they saw. They saw trouble ahead. All of them had met Tom over the past three years and they all liked him. Many were jealous of what Kathy had and wanted it themselves. They would watch and see what developed.

One of these women was Grace. If Kathy messed up she would not feel bad about replacing Kathy in Tom's life. She would wait and see what developed. Grace felt if Kathy screwed up she would happily take her place.

Kathy willingly went to lunch with John. She told herself that it was just to catch up with an old friend. She knew in the deepest recesses of her mind that if John came on to her she would go with him. She would betray her marriage and her husband without so much as a second thought. The fantasy of John she had built in her mind was much to enticing to resist. She would not admit it, even to herself, yet still she knew it.

When Kathy got back from her lunch with John her friend Lisa met her and ushered her into the ladies room and locked the door.

Lisa asked her friend directly "What are you, a married woman doing with that handsome guy?"

Kathy stammered "It was only lunch with an old friend from school, nothing more." Lisa didn't seem so sure.

"The gossip started as soon as the two of you left the office and some of what was said you would not like. Everyone thought that it was more than just lunch with an old friend."

Kathy assured Lisa "That is all it was. It was nothing other than lunch with a high school classmate." Lisa felt relieved. Kathy was her best friend and she had nursed her through some tough times with a former lover who jilted her. Tom was the first man that treated her like a queen and she knew he would never hurt her.

Lisa informed Kathy "If you were smart you won't let any feelings develop for this other guy. What was his name anyway?" she asked.

Kathy sheepishly told her "He's John Williams."

Lisa exploded "The John Williams who cheated on you, then left you years ago without as much as a word? This is the guy you went to lunch with? You told me if you ever saw him again you would slap him in the face, not give him a hug and a kiss."

Kathy barked "I did not kiss him."

Lisa sneered "Your a liar. I was looking out the window when you got back and saw the lip lock you put on that ass. You see him one time and now you are lying to me?"

Kathy sat down on one of the upholstered chairs in the ladies restroom. "I'm sorry for lying to you. I couldn't help myself. He brought out the desire I have always felt for him." Kathy commiserated.

Lisa responded "You are going to screw up your marriage if you don't stop this immediately. I am your best friend and will stand behind you in almost anything you do. However this one thing I will not support you on."

Kathy told Lisa "I know, I know your right. I promise I won't do anything to put my marriage in jeopardy." This statement mollified Lisa but she still had her doubts if she would actually take her advice. Sadly Kathy was not strong enough to fight off the vision of a knightly John Williams. Lisa felt she had done all she could and said lets get back to work.

For the first few weeks it was lunches and pleasant conversation, nothing more. Soon came a drink after work if Tom had to stay late. A few weeks of drink "dates" followed. John was smooth. He was not rushing things. He wanted Kathy back. He was not sure if what he felt was love or maybe he just wanted to get into her pants. He was in no rush. He was sure he would be doing the horizontal mambo with Kathy soon. If love came out of it fine. If not it would be a pleasant interlude until something better came along. The fact that she was married meant nothing to him. After a while the drink dates became hot make out sessions. Next there were hot make out sessions with lots of touching and groping. They were acting just like high school kids with a crush on each other. She had not had fucked John yet but had given him blow jobs in the back seat of his car.

She was not sure if she could have gone all the way if Tom hadn't had to go to a training session in Pittsburgh. It wasn't just a training session. It was a chance to meet people in the industry, schmooze a little and make new contacts. It was good business. Tom asked Kathy to go with him but she said she could not get time off. She could see he was disappointed but he understood. Did she not want to go on purpose? Was it an excuse to see John? She wouldn't admit it but that was the reason.

While Tom was away John and Kathy could really catch up on old times! It was to be a five day conference. It would start Monday morning and end Friday night. Tom's flight would leave Sunday at noon and he would arrive back home at 3PM on Saturday. It would give the two would be lovers five days and six nights to do whatever two willing adults wanted to do. Unbeknownst to Tom, Kathy took five vacation days the week he would be gone to spend more time with John. The betrayal was complete. All that was left to do was the fucking.

As soon as the computer confirmed that Tom's flight had left the airport, Kathy called John to come over to the house on Kensington Street to complete the betrayal of her marriage. John did spend six nights and five days in Tom's bed. He also spent much of that time in Tom's wife as well. The sex was just as Kathy imagined it would be. John had become an accomplished lover. As a serial womanizer he had become a predator. Wine filled nights, ecstasy, and other drugs befuddled Kathy's mind. By Friday evening John's seduction and conquest of Kathy was complete.

Of course Kathy's cheating actually started the day John walked into the insurance agency office. It only took him five days to capture Kathy's heart, while it took Tom months. Of course John's conquest was accomplished with lots of sex and drugs, Toms did not.

By Saturday morning Kathy was planning to leave Tom to be with John. John would be closing on his new home in two weeks. He was living in a small hotel room until the closing took place. Kathy would have to live with Tom until the closing.

John left at 9AM on Saturday morning. One hour later someone knocked on the front door. Kathy answered it and it was a local florist with a large bouquet of flowers. There was also a white box to go along with the flowers. Tom must have planned this a week in advance. Kathy tipped the driver and sent him on his way. She opened the box and took out the card and the CD inside. She put the CD in the player and she was surprised that it was a country tune. This was not the first time Tom sent her a country song in the boxes. However, as she listened to the music she knew the song fit perfectly. It was a song called "Six Days on the Road." It started like this

WELL I PULLED OUT OF PITTSBURGH

ROLLING DOWN THE EASTERN SEABOARD

And ended with

WELL MY RIGS A LITTLE OLD

BUT THAT DON'T MEAN SHE'S SLOW

MY HOMETOWNS COMING IN SIGHT

IF YOU THINK I'M HAPPY YOUR RIGHT!

SIX DAYS ON THE ROAD

AND I'M GONNA MAKE IT HOME TONIGHT!

Kathy wondered how in the hell he found that CD. She knew he would be happy to be home with her again. She knew he would want sex right away. Kathy hoped she could pull it off and not let Tom know. She hoped she could keep it a secret for two weeks.

The limo pulled into the driveway at 4 PM. Six hours after she had received the flowers. Tom got out paid and tipped the driver and put his suitcases on the porch. Tom was excited to see his wife. What surprise would she have for him when he entered the house? Would she be wearing a new negligee, some kind of slutty outfit, or maybe no outfit at all. The images of his wife that danced in his mind were more than he could stand. Anticipation had worked it magic again.

He opened the door and was surprised to see Kathy sitting on the couch in the living room. She was wearing a tee shirt and old shorts. She got up and went to him to give him a kiss and a hug. Tom was shocked that she is wearing a bra and panties too! This is not the reception he was expecting. He tried to encourage his wife to go to the bedroom and relieve six days of pent up sexual desire.

"I'm tired now, maybe tonight. OK?" Kathy suggested. Maybe tonight! What the hell was going on? Who is this woman and what did she do with my wife? Dejected, he went out to the porch to bring in the suitcases. Having nothing better to do, he put all the dirty clothes in the hamper, put his toiletries back and put away the suitcases in the attic.

When he was done he went into the kitchen where Kathy was making dinner. He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist and started softly kissing her neck.

She shrugged him off saying "Not now! Can't you see I am trying to cook? Just leave me alone."

Now rejected as well Tom left the kitchen to sit in the living room. He pondered the changes in his wife and was not happy with his thoughts. This was not the woman he left last Sunday. Something happened during the trip and she seemed not to want to talk about it. Trouble was brewing. It was not apparent what it would be.

Kathy was worried. She knew she wasn't doing a good job of keeping everything the same. Kathy felt so damn guilty. She could not look him in the eye, much less kiss and hold him. Kathy knew this was going badly and when sneaking a peek into the living room and saw her husband staring out the window, she knew she had blown it. She could tell by the body language he was suspicious, yet Kathy had no idea what to do.

After dinner he practically forced her up to the bedroom. They did not make gentle love the way they usually did when he returned from a trip. They had sex. It was not the usual gentle sensual sex they normally had. It was rough and just the one time. After they were done he rolled off and just looked at her. She turned away and started crying. Tom got up took a shower, got dressed and left the house. He did not comeback until Sunday night.




The Gift



When he returned Kathy asked "Where did you spend the night?"

"I had paperwork to catch up on and spent the night at the shop." He snapped angrily.

Kathy spoke "I was worried, you didn't you call?"

He responded "Don't you have a phone? Are your fingers broken?" Nothing more was said between them that night.

Kathy put the CD away. She thought maybe that should been in a blue box too. The homecoming went terribly wrong. What could she expect? She had cheated on her husband and was guilty as hell about it. Worse, she had planned on leaving him for another man, and now he suspected something!

Kathy picked up the first of the blue boxes. She hesitated before opening it. This was when the pain started. She opened the box and took out the CD. There was no card. Her cheating had changed the tradition of the boxes. She pushed the CD into the player and heard the song begin. She remembered how she received the box. It came at work on Monday with an unusual bouquet of lavender flowers. Kathy would later learn that Lavender was the flower of distrust. If any of the girls knew that they did not say.

As usual the girls gathered around to hear the song he had sent her. Only this time Kathy wasn't sure she wanted the girls to hear this song. She had no idea what would be on the CD. The girls kept pressing her to play the song like she always did when a box came in. Finally she could resist them no longer and put the CD into the player

They all listened as the song began, it was a Bob Seegar tune

I KNOW IT'S LATE, I KNOW YOU'RE WEARY

I KNOW YOUR PLANS DON'T INCLUDE ME

ALL OF MY HOPES, FADING AWAY

WE'VE GOT IT ALL NOW

LET'S MAKE IT LAST

LET'S FIND A WAY

WHY DON'T YOU STAY?

The girls listened quietly at first and then looked at Kathy with disapproving glares. They had all seen Kathy with John and were not surprised to figure out that Tom had caught her. One of the older ladies in the group named Rose asked her "Kathy, what have you done?"

Kathy decided that what was done was done. She was planning on leaving Tom in two weeks and they would all know about it anyway. Why try to hide it now? She looked at them defiantly and told them

"I am leaving Tom in two weeks. I will be moving in with John, the man I have been seeing. Is that what you wanted to hear?'

Then Rose responded, "No, that's not what I wanted to hear but it is what I expected. You may not realize it now but I think you are making a huge mistake. Your husband is crazy about you. He is also one of the best men I know. I doubt the new man in your life will last anyway. You can stop now before it is too late."

"It may be too late anyway. You heard the CD, he suspects something already" said Kathy.

"It will be your loss if he leaves and some other girl's lucky day." Rose walked away shaking her head, the other girls started wandering back to work too. Only two girls remained. One was Grace, the other her friend Lisa.

Grace asked Kathy "Are you really planned to leave Tom?"

Kathy snapped angrily "Yes I am." Grace only nodded, turned and walked away.

Lisa was left throwing daggers at Kathy. "You didn't take my advice. Don't come crying to me when this all goes to hell. I am very disappointed in you. I was wondering why I haven't heard from you, why you haven't answered any of my phone calls."

Lisa turned on her heels and stomped off. Kathy knew she was mad but she would come around when she saw how good her relationship with John would be. Kathy was sure she was making the right choice.

Kathy took the CD out of the player and put it away. She looked at the CD and the box once again and wondered why she didn't do what Lisa wanted her to. She went home that night and confronted Tom about the song.

She yelled at him, "Why did you send me that, I am your wife!"

"Really?" he spat. I thought you might be more interested in someone else. Saturday felt like you were anything but my wife. The card and CD just fit what I am thinking"

"Your wrong Tom, your just wrong!" she spat back. She knew he wasn't. He was right on target. Why couldn't she just admit it? She had the chance to tell him the truth but she did not take it. Kathy realized that back then she subconsciously she did not want to tell him. She did not want the reality to be true. For the second time she wiped away a tear. She put the box away.

Kathy's fingers ran along the tops of the boxes and stopped on the second blue box. She remembered when she received this box. It was the day after she received the Bob Seegar song. She arrived at the Kensington street home and it was lying on the porch up against the front door. As soon as she saw it she looked around to see if he was there. She saw no one. She quickly scooped up the blue box and took in inside the house. She thought she should play it before John returned home. As she opened the box she saw the usual note inside and opened the folded paper to read it. Instead of the usual song lyrics was a short letter to Kathy. It began

My Love

I know you so well

Maybe better than you know yourself

You were my precious gem, a diamond

I knew every facet, cut and angle

At least I thought I did

I looked deep into the middle of that diamond

It was like looking deep into your heart, your soul

I never saw it, the imperfection

But I see it now

The song on the CD says what my mind thinks

As my heart screams that I must be wrong

If my mind is wrong please call me

I would go to my knees to ask, no beg your forgiveness

if you don't I will know

That when I fell in love with you

I missed the imperfection

Love blinds and blind eyes cannot see

I await your answer, my love, what will it be?

Kathy lips trembled and she fought back a tear. She placed the CD in the player and Ronnie Milsap started singing "Stranger in My House"

I can't find the love

In her eyes anymore

I'm beginning to understand

I feel the presence of another man

She sits staring out the window

A million miles away

is she loving him in her mind

While she's lying here in my bed

There's a Stranger in my house

Somebody's here trying to take her away from me.

Of course Kathy did not call. Once more Tom and the song were correct. Kathy was stunned that he could see the situation so clearly. Why couldn't Tom understand that she didn't want to hurt him, she was just in love with another man. Maybe she should have told him up front. Kathy realized she never told him the truth. Why not? It was a question she did not want to answer, even to herself. Were second thoughts creeping into her mind? Impossible! Kathy pushed that thought out of her mind. No call would come Tom's way. The cheating wife could not tell him he was right about his suspicions.

Kathy picked up the Third blue box. In some ways this was the worse box. Tom was spending more over nights at the office. He would come home one night not the next. Due to the uncertainty of Tom's actions, Kathy and John had not been able to get together during the week. They had decided to take a chance that Tom would not be home that Friday night. Kathy drove by the shop near her job. Ironically that was where Tom had taken up residence when he did not return home.

She drove by at 7PM and his car was there. Deducing that he would not be coming home again tonight Kathy called John on his cell phone. She told him the coast was clear and to meet her at the house. What Kathy didn't realize was that Tom was coming home. He was looking for just the right song to burn on a CD. He was also writing the card by hand. He wanted to talk to Kathy and try to save their marriage. Tom knew something was wrong. He thought she was seeing someone else. After all she did not make a call as he requested if he was wrong. Yet all he had were suspicions, nothing solid. He would confront her tonight and try to stay together.

It wasn't until 8:30 that Tom left his shop. It took him a half hour to drive across town to his home. When Tom turned on to his street he saw a strange car parked in front of his home. Wary as Tom was, the strange car set off alarm bells in his mind. Tom was terrified of what he might find but he had to know. He pulled five houses past his home and parked on the street. Tom went to the front door carrying a bouquet of flowers and a white box. He tried the doorknob. It was locked.

Quietly he slipped a key in the lock and turned the knob again. The door opened and Tom slowly walked inside. As he walked through the house he could hear nothing until he came to the bottom of the stairs. The same stairs he watched his wife descend in her little black dress on the night of their first anniversary. He thought how beautiful she looked that night and the memory made him smile. Until he heard the voices and what he thought was the bed moving. His mood turned black and cold. The smile fled his face. Tom walked up the stairs carefully avoiding the squeaky fifth step.

The house was cool as he approached the bedroom door but sweat was pouring off his face. Tom slowly opened the door a crack and his worse fears were realized. There on his marital bed was his wife and another man. They were in the missionary position and he could see the man moving in and out of his wife. Tom recognized him immediately. He had seen pictures in her high school year book of this man. Kathy had told him about their dating and that he took her virginity. The man was her first love. It was John Williams!

Tears welled in his eyes as his heart broke. The knowing was worse that he realized it would be. Tom knew he should walk in and beat the asshole up, but then where would the sense be in that. He would go to jail with his wife testifying against him at his trial. No, he would just leave and let the events play out. Tom walked back down the stairs even stepping on the fifth step. It made no difference the as lovers were too engrossed in what they were doing to hear. Tom left the flowers on the kitchen table, opened the box, and broke the CD in half leaving it on the counter with the flowers. He took the card. He walked out of the house slamming the door on the way out.

Kathy remembered what happened next. Kathy whispered "Did you hear that?'.

Impatiently John replied "I didn't hear anything." He wanted to continue making love.

"No, I heard something." She pushed John off her, put on a robe and went downstairs. She had a sinking feeling when she saw the flowers and the broken CD in the white box. The white box meant he was sorry and wanted her back. Now she was sure he knew. She did not know if he saw them or just heard and left. She felt terrible. She never wanted to hurt Tom like this. Yes she knew she would hurt him when she left but not like this. Kathy was troubled by her reaction. She was leaving him. What did she care? She had her man, it was John. Tom's feelings really should not matter to her. It was confusing but she put it out of her mind. John finally came down and saw the flowers. John thought Tom a wimp, for letting him take his wife away so easily and not putting up a fight.

'So the wimp was here? With flowers and a CD? How pathetic." Kathy really did not think it was pathetic but decided it was not worth fighting about. Tom did not come back to the house for a week. John never left, practically moving in.

Kathy woke from her reverie and looked at the boxes in the case. She wished now she could have that broken CD in the white box. She might not have the other blue boxes or the black and red boxes if she did. Kathy put the CD in the player and read the card. The song that started playing was Roy Orbison's "Running Scared".

Kathy read the words on the card, neatly typed and pasted inside the card, no longer his funny block printing she thought so cute.

Just running scared, feeling low

Running scared, you love him so

Just running scared, afraid to lose

If he came back, which one would you choose

Then all at once he was standing there

So sure of himself, his head in the air

My heart was breaking, which one would it be,

you turned around and walked away with me.

That was what Roy Orbison sang, it was different on the card. The last line on the card read "will you leave with him or stay with me?

Kathy remembered when she received this box. It was delivered by fed ex on Monday morning. No flowers or gifts accompanied the blue box. The girls, now more curious then ever, once again crowded around Kathy's cubicle to listen to the CD. This time Kathy refused to play the CD or read the card. She now knew that a blue box was not a good color. Evidently the girls did too and begged her to play it but Kathy held firm. It wasn't until after work when she got into her Toyota, the same one that Tom had fixed that first night. Kathy started to open the box when she heard a knock on the window.

It was her friend Lisa and the older lady Rose. Lisa asked "Do you mind if we listen to the CD Tom sent you? We will sit in the car with you and just listen to the CD. We won't say anything, just offer support if you want it."

Kathy acknowledged "I could use some friends to listen to this with me. Do you promise not to judge me?" The girls shook their heads and Kathy let them into the car. The girls sat quietly, Lisa in front with Kathy and Rose in the back seat. Kathy opened the box and hesitated for a few moments then slipped the disc into her cars CD player and read the card. The girls listened quietly while the CD played. She read the card and then passed it to the other women in the car. Lisa cried as she read the card and listened to the song. She knew he was pouring his heart out. He opened up to her telling her his fear of losing her to another man. He also told her in the card that he would be coming back to his home on Saturday morning. He made it clear that she would have to make up her mind by then. He ended his card by writing "I hope you will choose me."

Rose read the card and inquired "Kathy what are your plans?"

Kathy told them "I'm leaving with John Saturday Morning."

Rose just nodded her head and remarked "I wish I had someone who loved me enough to ask me back even after he was sure I had cheated on him."

Kathy responded Rose, aren't you the one who has been divorced twice?"

"Of course you are right." Rose replied sadly, "but if I could go back in time I would never have cheated on Chet, my first husband. I realized too late he was the love of my life. I have really never been as happy since he left me."

"That may be so but I am sure that John is the man I am destined to share my life with."

Lisa thanked Kathy for sharing the contents of the box with them and they swore they would never tell anyone about it. Kathy thanked them for honoring her request for secrecy as the ladies left the car.

Kathy went home and discussed what to do with John.

"Leave and let him come home to an empty house." He suggested. He will understand he lost you to the better man. That should end it."

Kathy felt she could not do that to him and told John "He was always fair and honest with her. I was always treated well, like someone special. I owe it to him to tell him face to face."

"If that what you want do it. It has to be over by Saturday." he instructed Kathy.

At 9:45AM Kathy was sitting at the kitchen table. The last two of her bags were placed by the door. She had taken all of the things that she wanted the day before and moved them into John's new place. Promptly at 10AM Tom walked through the door of his home. The first thing he saw were the packed suitcases and instantly realized Kathy's decision had not been him. Kathy could see where there had been hope on his face moments before it was now replaced with sadness. Without acknowledging her he walked to the fridge and pulled out a beer, twisted the top off and threw it into the sink. He sat down in the chair across from her and took a long drink from the bottle.

"I guess you answered the question" he said finally.

Kathy was confused. "What question?" she asked. After taking another long drink from his beer he replied

"Your leaving with him and not staying with me".

"Oh" was all the answer she could muster. He took another drink and asked her

"you love him?"

"Yes"

"So there is no use fighting for you is there?"

"No, I am sorry Tom." She whispered.

He took another drink from his bottle and slammed it down on the table. Never looking at her he said "I think it is time you got your fucking ass out of my house". Kathy was shocked at his choice of words; he had never directed profanity at her before.

"Will you help carry my bags outside?" Tom put the bottle to his lips and finally finished his beer and once again slammed it down on the table.

"It's your decision to go, carry your own God damn bags." Once again shocked by his words Kathy first carried one then the second bag out to the porch. Once Kathy was outside, the face to face over, she sent a text John to come over to pick her up. She was not happy about the way things went. She wanted to try to explain what happened and how she felt. She wanted to tell him she still loved him just not the way she loved John. She wanted to be kind about the whole thing but Tom had other ideas. If she did not want him then she had to go. To him it was that simple she thought. Then again how could she blame him?

Kathy looked at the house that she had lived in for more then three years. They had been happy ones. She thought she heard a noise from inside the kitchen and went to look inside the window. She was dismayed to see Tom sitting in the chair with his back to her. His body was wracked with silent sobs. She was shocked to see her strong husband crying like a baby. She made the mistake of putting her hand to the window as her wedding ring tapped the glass and he turned to glare at her.

He walked outside grabbed her left hand and quickly removed her engagement and wedding ring off her finger. Never speaking he went back into the house and threw them on the table. They bounced off the tabletop and fell to the floor. Tom made no effort to retrieve them. Kathy was looking at him through the window. He walked to the window all the while glaring at her eye to eye and slowly closed the blinds. His eyes never left hers until the blinds totally closed. Kathy had never seen such a look of hate from anyone before.

For the first time she was scared of her husband. She was also scared for John. John thought Tom a pussy and a wimp. She knew, or thought she knew until today, that Tom would never hurt her, but she was not too sure about what he might do to John. She had no illusions. She knew her soon to be ex husband would not be easy to best in a fight.

John finally arrived at the quaint house on Kensington Street. As he was getting the bags off the porch he threw loud insults at Tom inside the house. As they were pulling away Kathy was relieved Tom did not come out of the house to confront John. She had hoped they could part as friends. That was not to be. Putting the ugly confrontation behind her Kathy was happy. She was with her long lost love. They would now be starting a new life together. She would do the best she could to make him happy.

Kathy put the disc into the blue box along with the card and placed it back into its spot in the case. She thought it ironic. She said the same thing to Tom as she just thought about John. She would do the best she could to make him happy. She had failed miserably.

She pulled the next blue box from the case and looked inside. She remembered this one painfully well. She knew what the song was because this one had no card in it. As she took the CD from the box she immediately thought of Tom's Cousin Janice and the day of her wedding shower. Kathy had been talking to some of her girlfriends as they were leaving when Janice walked up to her.




The Gift



Janice looked Kathy right in the eyes and asked "Do you really love my cousin."

Kathy assured Janice "Yes I do, I love him very much."

"I hope you mean that." Janice warned. I don't want Tom hurt anymore." Kathy asked her why she was so concerned.

Janice gave Kathy the short version of Tom's childhood saying "Tom's mother died of stomach cancer when he was seven years old. His father turned to alcohol and drank himself to death with sclerosis of the liver when he was twelve. He was taken in by my family. My Mom is his Aunt, his mother's sister. For some reason dad did not want the responsibility of raising Tom but Mom insisted that only family would raise her sisters boy. As a result Tom was always made to feel unwanted by dad, a burden on the family. Tom had commitment issues with girls in High School and was always absent from afterschool functions. He was literally a lone wolf with no friends. The only thing that saved him was that he was one tough kid. He would fight anyone at the drop of a hat and usually won. While it did not make him any friends most everybody left him alone. It didn't hurt me to have him as my, older brother. The mention of his name to any bully usually ended any further problems." Have you seen all the scars on Tom's body?" Kathy was interested. Tom would never speak about how he received the scars.

Kathy said "I have, he told me they were from a bullet, shrapnel and on the left side of his body, a knife cut.

Janice continued "All the scars were related to his military experiences except the knife cut. He had gotten that defending her inside a bar from two drunken bikers.

Kathy had never heard about that and had to know what happened and Janice was all too happy to tell her.

"Tom was home on leave after his first tour in Iraq. She went to The Dew Drop Inn, one of the local bars in town that was frequented by a rough crowd, bikers, and truckers. Why Angie wanted to go there is still a mystery to me. Tom was there having a few beers with two army buddies that came home on leave with him. I didn't see him when we walked in."

"Angie and I were at a table when two unsavory guys asked us to dance. One was a big guy with short hair and a black biker jacket on. They other one was smaller with dirty stringy dark hair. I can still see them like it happened yesterday. We told them no thanks. They wouldn't take no for an answer. Dirty hair guy got upset and started calling us whores and cock teasers. The bigger of the two grabbed my arm and tried to pull me out of the booth."

"Out of nowhere Tom appeared and pushed the big guy off me. The big guy swung at Tom and missed then Tom pummeled his face with his fists until the big guy went down. As he turned to face the dirty hair guy I saw the knife slash down the lower portion of toms' stomach opening a large cut. To my amazement he never showed any reaction, instead kicking the guy is his knee. I could hear the bones breaking and he went down in a heap. Three swift kicks to his groin ended the fight."

"That Kathy is why Tom is my favorite Cousin. Who knows what could have happened if he wasn't there. I am very protective of him. I do not want anything bad to happen to him. If you hurt him you will have me to deal with." Kathy was surprised to learn about her soon to be husbands violent past. He had always been kind and gentle to her. She did feel safer knowing he was a man who could protect her if he had to.

Kathy assured Janice again "After hearing how he protected you I think I love him now even more. I promise you I will never hurt him." Ruefully, Kathy thought that was another promise she made that she did not keep. Kathy remembered the day this box came to her office. She had received it again by Fedex messenger, on the Monday after the Saturday confrontation. It came with out flowers. She thought he figured she did not deserve flowers from him anymore. She also refused to play the CD for the girls again and played it for Lisa and Rose in her car after work. Both Lisa and Rose wanted to know the meaning behind the song as it had no card. As Kathy told the girls about his younger years, the deaths of his family and not getting any love or acceptance until he met Kathy.

Now, years later she realized she did not understand the meaning of the song when she first heard it. She just thought it meant he loved her more then she loved him. She did not shed a tear when she listened to the song when she first played it in her car. Lisa and Rose said nothing to comfort her that day, they just left the car. As she placed it in the CD player the Bee Gees tune "To Love Somebody" started playing.

There's a light, A certain kind of light

That never shone on me

In my brain, I see your face again

I'm a man, can't you see what I am

I live and breathe for you

But what good does it do

If I aint got you, aint got you? baby

You don't know what it's like,

To love somebody

The way I love you

Tears flowed from Kathy's eyes over her cheeks into her mouth. She could taste the bitter tears on her tongue. She knew now what the song meant. She was the light. Tom wanted Kathy's love to shine on him, as no love had ever been shined on him. Tom thought Kathy was that person. Kathy had stolen it from him, maybe the one thing Tom craved most in the world. Kathy wished she had it to do all over again. If she only knew then what she knew now she would still be married to Tom.

She placed the box back in the case and pulled the last white box from the case. The last white box she would ever get from him. The last white box in front of the black box. She remembered all too well when she received this box. This box came on the Friday after she received the Bee Gees CD. Kathy, Lisa and Rose were walking out of the office building where they all worked. As they were walking towards the parking lot they heard someone yell.

"Kathy wait!"

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tom jogging up the street. Tom was dressed in his usual tight fitting blue jeans, a tucked in sky blue short sleeve button down chambray and work shoes. Kathy admitted to herself he did look good jogging to them.

Rose whispered to Kathy "If he were mine I don't think I could have thrown him back." Kathy gave her a disdainful look as he drew near and started walking up to them. They all could not help but notice that he had a white box in his left hand.

"Hi" he said. Kathy could see him look her over starting at her knees, slowly traveling up to her eyes, where their eyes locked for a second. Reluctantly he tore his eyes off Kathy, turned to Rose and Lisa." He nodded a greeting them. The women nodded back in acknowledgement. He turned back to Kathy and said

"You look well".

"Thank you" Kathy said in return. An awkward silence followed.

Finally Tom spoke "Kathy, I need to talk to you for a few minutes, would that be all right?"

Kathy replied "I don't know Tom, I have to be getting home, John will be waiting for me."

"I know, he said, this will only take a few minutes, surely you can spare five minutes for an old friend." When he said old friend and not former lover or jilted husband she knew he did not want to fight and decided to give him his five minutes.

Tom turned to the girls and saying "I want to talk to Kathy in private, I hope you don't mind." He started walking Kathy to her car. Both Rose and Lisa followed right behind them. They both liked Tom but at this stage they did not know if he were capable of violence against her. After walking a few feet he noticed that they were following along behind them. Tom turned to look at them and a small smile crossed his face.

"Ok, I guess I will have to do this in front of you." He turned to Kathy and started speaking. "Please let me finish what I have to say with out interrupting me. I have to say it all and if you say anything I will not be able to finish. OK? Kathy nodded. Tom began, "I know I am not a college educated man. I don't speak well, it's my own fault, and I know that. I have never been able to express my feelings openly. I suppose I did not tell you I loved you often enough, or how much you mean, or meant to me. I tried to rely on the songs and the meanings in the lyrics to let you know how much I loved even needed you. Obviously I failed miserably. I loved you more than you will ever know, I was so happy with our lives together. I guess my happiness blinded me to your unhappiness. I am truly sorry I could not see it and did nothing to make it better. I want you to have this." He handed her the box. "It will be my last gift to you. Its meaning is as much for you as it is for me. If you don't respond to the song I will not bother you again. I will never come here to your work or you new home. If I see you on the street it will be strictly by accident I assure you. If your car breaks down you can bring it in for repairs." With a little smile he said "of course this time I will charge you." Kathy, remembering their first meeting smiled also. "Well, I guess that's all I wanted to say."

He started to turn away then turned back. "There is one more thing. I want to thank you. We had three great years together. The three best years of my life actually, and I will always remember them and think of you fondly."

Finally Tom turned and spoke to Rose and Lisa. "Ladies, you showed me something today with your courage and loyalty. I am glad Kathy has friends such as you. I know you will look out for her. I am just surprised that you would think so badly of me. Did you really think I would do anything to h.., and with the word hurt Tom's voice cracked and he took a second to recover. He continued "that I would do anything to hurt her. Since this will probably be the last time we ever see each other this will really be our goodbye. I wish you both the best that you find whatever it is that you are seeking in life, and that when you find it you both get to keep it." Tom's voice cracked again on the word keep but he was able to continue speaking with out stopping.

By this time Rose was openly crying and gave Tom a big hug. When she did so Tom whispered in her ear that "If anyone tries to hurt or bother Kathy, will you let me know?" When they broke the hug Rose crying and smiling at the same time, shook her head yes, indicating she would let him know. He then hugged Lisa goodbye and asked her the same question.

She whispered "I will." Tom turned and walked away never once looking back at the girls. He knew he couldn't. They would see the tears in his eyes.

The girls watched Kathy's husband walk away. Rose turned to Kathy and said "If you let him walk away after that John had better be worth it." Lisa just shook her head. The few times she met John Lisa thought him a complete asshole. Lisa tried hard but she could not see what Kathy saw. She thought Kathy was making a mistake and one time had told her so. Kathy got so upset it almost ruined their friendship. Lisa did not say much about it after that.

Once again the three of them got into Kathy's car to listen to the CD. Once again there was no card or note to go with the CD. Kathy took the CD in her hand and hesitated before putting in the player.

Kathy looked to Rose, then Lisa and asked "Should I listen to it?"

Lisa said "Whatever you want. I 'm not going to get in the middle of this."

It was rose who spoke up "After the way he exposed his innermost feelings you have to listen to the song. You owe him at least that much." Kathy thought it over and her curiosity got the better of her and she slipped it into the slot on the player. The sounds of the Beatles singing the ballad "This Boy" softly came out of the speakers. Tom felt it summed up the situation perfectly. Someone stole his wife Kathy from him. John undoubtedly wanted her but did not love her like Tom loved Kathy. Even though Kathy hurt him badly Tom would still take her back. He wanted her to know that. Even though Tom was wronged, he loved Kathy and would endure the pain, any amount of pain to get the woman he loved back. Tom was also sure that John would hurt Kathy in the long run. He had met his kind before. John was a user. He would use Kathy for sex then dump her when he was through with her.

Kathy listened to the haunting lyrics of the song and realized that Tom and the Beatles were prophets.

That boy took my love away

He'll regret it someday

That boy isn't good for you

Tho' he may want you too

This boy wants you back again.

This boy wouldn't mind the pain

Would always feel the same

If this boy gets you back again.

She realized in the end John did regret it; he was not good for her and made her cry. In the car that day Kathy did not understand or believe the words sung by the Beatles. Tom's reliance on the songs to convey his feeling once again did not achieve his goal. Kathy did not contact Tom.

As she placed the Beatles recording back into its place in the line she was reminded that she had heard those words spoken to her by Tom before. Ashamed that she had forgotten she reached in the case of boxes. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the case. They settled on the first white box. Kathy closed her eyes as shame washed over her face. He had told her what he was doing with the very first box he gave her.

She thought back to the day she received it. Kathy and Lisa were on their way to the mall. It was a Sunday morning. Tom was taking Kathy on a picnic that afternoon. Kathy wanted to buy some new clothes. Kathy was driving when Lisa asked her the question.

"So how is it going with your mechanic?" kidded Lisa. Kathy immediately got annoyed and fired back

"He is not just a mechanic, he owns his own business. You know that."

"Calm down. I was just joking with you. So what is going on with you two?" asked Lisa.

"He loves me, I know that much" Kathy answered.

"And you know this how?" inquired Lisa.

Kathy responded, "I can tell by the way his smile lights up his face whenever he see's me. My car has never run so good. He has me bring it in all the time and has his guys work on it. I think there is nothing wrong with it, he wants to see me. He always has lunch waiting for me when I get there. God help someone if they hit on me while he is around. I have broken up two pissing matches already. He takes me places treats me good and is very protective. He loves me alright. I just know it. He just hasn't said it to me yet."

"Why not? What is holding him back?" asked Lisa.

Kathy stopped at a light and explained "Well, I think he might be waiting for me to make the first move. He is really a shy guy around women." replied Kathy.

Lisa looked at Kathy and asked her "What about you? Do you love him?"

"Truthfully I am not sure. I think I do but I am just not sure." replied Kathy.

"Not sure won't work with a guy like Tom. You have to be in love with the man before you can say you love him. So tell me the truth. Do you love him?" asked Lisa.

It took a while before Kathy answered. "It's been so long since I felt something like love for any man. Not since John."

Lisa had enough of John Williams and now told Kathy so. "I don't want to hear any more about John. He screwed you over. He left and never came back. Not even a phone call or email. John may have had lust for you but not love. If he loved you he would be here with you. You have a guy who you think loves you, and he is right here. He won't tell you he loves you? Maybe he can sense you don't love him enough and he doesn't want to commit. If you want to keep him you better make up your mind real quick, or you will lose him." Lisa exclaimed. "If you let him go you will be sorrier losing Tom then John Williams." Lisa muttered under her breath.

Kathy thought about what Lisa had told her. She thought she loved Tom but still could not get John out of her mind. Still she did not want to lose Tom. She knew there was no one better out there for her, and she could do a lot worse.

Kathy took her time getting ready for today's date. It was a picnic in River Park, so named for the river that ran through it. She wore a pair of cut off short jeans and a red checkered shirt tied below her breasts showing her midriff. Since it was Florida wearing a pair of flip flops is always acceptable. They had a great day at the park. Tom brought some good food, two bottles of wine one blanket for both of them to sit on. After the day was done the happy couple returned to Kathy's apartment. Tom told "Kathy, Sorry sweetie, but I have to leave early tonight."

"Why so soon?" Kathy whined. We just got here. We can have more wine, sit and talk. What do you say?"

"I cant tonight" Tom complained unhappily. "I have a meeting with a representative from Avis to provide roadside assistance to vehicles in this area. It could be revenue stream for my business, and maybe someday our business babe. I have to be ready. I need my wits about me tomorrow. There are too many numbers to remember. I'm sorry Babe, but I have to go." Kathy was sad but resigned.

"I know you have to go honey. Call me tomorrow when the meeting is over?" she asked. He walked to her and gave her a kiss.

"You can count on it." He replied huskily.

After he left Kathy changed into something more comfortable a tee shirt and sweat pants. As Kathy lounged watching TV she was taken by surprise to hear the doorbell ring. Peering out thru the peephole she saw Tom standing there and threw open the door letting him. She was pleasantly surprised.

"Did you forget something" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes and it is you." He replied. Once again gathered her in his arms and kissed her. He took a step back and for the first time Kathy saw a thin white box. Tom held it in front of him so Kathy could see it. "Tomorrow I will be meeting with a powerful representative of a potential business partner. I will be able to speak to him as an equal, tell him what I think and listen to his responses with no trouble. With you however, I have more of a problem. Kathy, for some reason I can't express myself as verbally as I want to." Tom stammered. He then handed her the box and said "I hope this tells you how I feel about you. Call me anytime." he gulped. Kathy took the box as Tom walked out of the apartment. Kathy was confused by his actions. She went to the window and watched him drive away before opening the box. Inside there was a CD and a note. Kathy remembered that night as if it was yesterday. She placed the CD in the player and read the note again, as she did that night. A Randy Travis song played on the player.

When you meet that certain someone

You've been searching hard to find

In the time we've spent together

I have learned to trust in you.

It completes a perfect union

between a woman and a man.

So please don't misunderstand me,

I don't want to go too far

Without knowing just one answer

Can I trust you with my heart?

The only thing written on the note was the line "Can I trust you with my heart?"

That night Kathy thought for a minute and then called Tom on her cell. When he answered hello all she said was "Yes." Tom asked her

"What?"

Kathy answered "You can trust me with your heart."

"I'll be right back." Tom shouted through the phone. Kathy was waiting in the hall as Tom ran up the stairs. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot. His voice trembled as he told her "I love you Kathy. I love you like I have never loved another person on this earth"

"I feel the same about you" Kathy Cooed. They made love for the first time that night. In his excitement Tom never noticed that Kathy did not actually say the words "I love you too."

Kathy cried when she thought of that night. She now realized too late that she did love him too. Maybe she loved him the first time she saw him in the repair shop. Now it was all too late.




The Gift



Kathy put the white box away and pulled out the black box. She thought about the events that led up to her receiving the black box.

It had been three weeks since she had spoken with Tom in front of her work. True to his word Kathy had not seen or heard from him since. On a Friday morning John was about to leave for work when he asked Kathy

"Do you want to go out to eat after work that evening. How about Kelly's downtown?" he suggested. Kathy knew that was a place that she and Tom went to often.

"No! Kathy snapped. You know Tom and I went there often. I won't go anyplace where I might run into him."

"If not there I heard about a about a new bar and grill that opened up a few blocks from where you work. I can drive you to work, and then pick you up at five. I'll wait for you outside the office. What do you think?" John asked.

Kathy thought about that and joked "That sounds like a plan. John was waiting for her and drove her to the new place called the Easton Ave. Pub, obviously named after the street it was located on. Kathy was puzzled when she saw the look of disdain on the faces of the waitress and bartender when they walked in. They sat in a booth on rear wall in the back.

The waitress came and gave menus and water to them. Soon she was back to take their drink order. As the waitress was taking their order Kathy heard the door to the pub open. She took a look to see who it was and was shocked to see her former husband walk in and take a seat at the bar. She heard him order his customary gin and tonic.

She glared at John and asked him "Did you know he would be here"?

John gave her a smirk replying "No, of course not." Kathy knew right away he was lying, but had no idea what to do. Before she could say anything else John announced to her "I have to go to the restroom" got up from his chair and started to walk to the bar. He asked the bartender where the restroom was and the bartender pointed to the large sign that clearly said restrooms.

John then said "Hey buddy, I did not see you sitting there." Kathy knew that was a lie also, she had pointed Tom out to him. Tom just looked at him and turned back to his drink and took a sip. John walked to where Tom was sitting and put his hand on the back of Toms chair and smirked "Don't feel so bad, she picked the best man and it wasn't you." Tom looked at him as John looked at Kathy with a large smile on his face. Tom looked over his shoulder and saw Kathy sitting there watching.

Tom turned back to John and said "Yeah, she picked you".

John laughed, patted Tom on the back and said "That's right she picked me not you!" and walked off the restroom.

Kathy was horrified at what she had just witnessed. She knew Tom did not deserve that. She could not tear her eyes away from her former husband. He put the drink to his lips and finished his drink in one gulp. He went to pay and the bartender said it was on the house. Tom got off his chair and walked directly to Kathy.

"That was low Kathy, even for you. Did you get a kick out of seeing me humiliated? I told you I would never bother you again, and I haven't. Now I get this? You two are made for each other." He told Kathy with a look of disgust.

Kathy told Tom "I knew nothing about this. You have to believe me. I did not know you would be here or he would do this."

"After what you did to me why would I believe you now? I don't trust you, I don't like him." Tom snapped.

John walked up to the table and sneered, "Are you still here?" Tom turned to John and just stared at him. She could see her soon to be ex husband's hand curl up into a fist. Kathy's mind wandered back to a time when they were a happily married couple. Kathy and Tom were play fighting one night and she hit him with her fist. He stopped her and told her not to tuck her thumb inside her fingers. He explained her thumb could break if she hit anyone hard. She watched as his thumb curled under his fist between the first and second knuckles of his left hand. Just the way he taught her to. They stood there toe to toe and Kathy thought she saw fear in John's eyes.

The waitress walked over with Kathy's Cosmo and John's beer and said, "This isn't the place for this Tom".

Without taking his eyes off John he said "Amanda, you are probably right". Tom backed away from John not turning until he got a safe distance then turned and walked out of the pub. She did not know it then but he walked out of her life that night as well. John followed Tom to the entrance and watched him leave.

Amanda put the drinks on the table and said to her with disdain dripping from her voice "So you dumped Tom for that asshole? Do you know this is the third time he has done that to Tom?" She walked away shaking her head. When John came back to the table he was noticeably upset.

"What did he talk to you about?" he demanded. Kathy was furious but before she could say anything to John a man walked up to the table.

"I don't know if you remember me but I was at your wedding to Tom."

Kathy replied "I'm sorry but I do not remember you."

"I am Tom's friend Paul. I was there with my wife Phyllis. I gave tom something during the meal" Kathy remembered. He along with two other friends of Toms came up to the dais as we were eating the fruit salad and put their cherries in Toms cup saying at least now he would have a cherry tonight. Everyone had a good laugh at Tom's expense.

Kathy laughed "I remember. The cherries! How are you Paul?"

"I am fine Kathy." Then he turned to John and said, "I am the owner of this establishment. Tonight's meal is on the house. When you are finished with your meal I want you to leave immediately. Neither one of you are welcome back. Kathy's face turned a deep crimson with embarrassment. John just laughed. Paul continued "I have a word of warning for you' looking directly at John. "Tom would not do anything to cause trouble in my place. However if he should see you again anyplace else you should run the other way. He will not be so charitable again." John sneered and commented

"I am not afraid of a pussy like him!"

"Don't say you weren't warned" Paul replied and started to walk away, then turned, smiled and said, "I just hope I am there to see it." Kathy ate her food in silence. She was furious with John. She knew this was a set up to humiliate Tom. The food was delicious, she was sad she could not come back here again. She remembered talking to Paul and his wife. She liked them immediately. She would have liked to reconnect with them. After Johns stunt she knew that could not happen. To make matters worse he did not leave a tip.

That night Kathy and John had there first serious fight. John was just being John. He was mad. He could not understand why she would side with that wimp. John was just making sure her ex husband knew who Kathy belonged to. He was staking his claim. He was telling Tom to stay away. Even though he was having doubts he could keep him away if he had to. At this point Kathy was convinced John could not. Not if Tom wanted to. With a mixture of sadness and relief she no longer thought he was interested. The sadness was the knowledge that part of her life was definitely over, relief that there would be no violence.

As she remembered tears fell from her eyes. The pain he felt she was feeling now. Her memories were becoming very painful for her. Somehow she felt she had to continue going through the boxes until she hit the last red box.

One week later Kathy was at work when she heard the door to the agency open. Kathy looked up to see who it was and to her shock it was Tom's cousin Janice. The one she told that she loved Tom and would never hurt him. Janice looked very professional. She wore a grey pinstriped business suit, skirt with jacket and a white shirt. She strode up to Kathy with a pissed off look on her face. She carried an attaché case in her left hand.

"You don't keep your promises very well do you Kathy?" She hissed.

"I am sorry Janice, I didn't mean for this to happen, it just did." Kathy explained.

Janice looked at the name plate on her desk and picked it up. "Is this you? Are you still Kathy Holden?"

Kathy replied "Yes I am."

"Good" said Janice, She put her attaché case on her desk and pulled out a white folder and threw it on her desk, "You have been served." Janice said with obvious disdain.

Then she pulled out the black box and as she threw it on top of the folder, she said in a loud voice "You stupid cheating bitch. You hurt him bad. He is way too good for you. You know that don't you? His heart is broken. Don't you worry. He'll find someone else to mend his heart. I know one day you will be dragging your skanky ass back to him. He would probably take you back too. That's why I hope he will already have found someone else to take your place. Oh, by the way, you should listen to the CD. I did. It's beautiful. My cousin was always too good for you." Janice yelled.

Janice turned to walk away when Kathy heard someone yell "Wait." She saw Grace get up and walk to Janice. Grace stood with her back to Kathy facing Janice. They spoke for a few seconds and Janice shook her head yes. She saw Grace hand something to Janice. Janice looked at Kathy as a smile came over her face. She turned back to Grace smiled again and shook her head yes again. Janice turned to walk out the door and Kathy could hear her laughing. Grace walked back to her desk and Kathy thought she could see a smile on her face also.

Kathy opened the box and took out the CD. There was no card this time and this time only Rose and Lisa came to listen to the CD.

Lisa asked "Do you want to play it now or wait until after work in the car?" Kathy said "Janice said it was beautiful, why not play it now." She put the CD into the player on her desk and a Garth Brooks song played. It was "The Dance" and it was beautiful.

Looking back on the memory of

the dance we shared 'neath the stars above

For a moment all the world was right.

How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye?

Holding you I held everything.

For a moment wasn't I the king?

If I'd only known how the king would fall,

Hey, who's to say - you know I might have changed it all.

And now, I'm glad I didn't know

the way it all would end, the way it all would go.

I could have missed the pain

but I'd have had to miss the dance.

Rose and Lisa were openly crying now, even though Kathy wasn't. There were many pairs of misty eyes in the office. Most of the women liked Tom. Here he was saying all the pain was worth it just to have had that time with her.

Kathy did not understand it then. Kathy understood exactly what he was saying with the song this time. It hurt to go through it but the pain was worth what he had. Why couldn't she see it when it all happened? Kathy put the CD back into its box and placed it into the case. She would only see Tom one more time. It was after the divorce was final. She took the papers to her lawyer. It was a 50/50 split on everything except his business. Tom would not give her any of his business. She did not care. She was going to be a Doctors wife. Let him keep his business. She signed the papers.

John and Kathy were married one month after the six month waiting period was over. Johns practice was doing well. John had hired two nurses, a receptionist and a biller. Kathy and John had sold the apartment and purchased a nice home in same neighborhood as Toms Kensington Street home, just a few blocks away.

As Johns practice grew he started to work some late nights. Kathy was not happy but she realized his patents came first. After all, as John told her, "I took the Hippocratic Oath. I have patients to treat. Plus, he chuckled, they paid the bills." One Friday night John's receptionist called to tell Kathy that the doctor was running late and had more patients to see before he could leave for the night.

Kathy was disappointed. She had made Chicken Cacciatore with spaghetti for John's dinner that night. She decided to be "The Good Wife" like the TV show and pack his dinner and bring it to the office so he could have something good to eat. She drove to the office and was surprised to see only two cars in the parking lot. One was Johns and she did not recognize the other one. She got out of her car took the cacciatore and went to the door of the office and tried to open it.

To her surprise the door was locked. No problem, after all she had her own key. She juggled the food in one hand as she dug into her purse to feel for her keys. Finally, she found them and let herself in and was about to call out. Then she heard noises from one of the examination rooms that made her heart drop. What she heard was not doctor patient conversation; it was the sounds of two people making love. She turned the knob on the door and pushed it open. Kathy could not believe the scene in the room. An older, obviously bleached blonde was lying on the examination table. John was naked and standing at the end of the table, his hips moving back and forth obviously having sex with that bitch. Neither of them had heard her come in. Kathy screamed,

"What is going on here?" With that she threw the cacciatore at the copulating couple. The food flew all over both of them. The chicken fell between the women's sagging breasts and the spaghetti and sauce was on both of them. Kathy slammed the door shut and ran from the office, started her car and started laughing at the spectacle of John and his new bimbo covered in sauce. Then another thought crept into her consciousness. Chicken cacciatore and spaghetti was the first meal she had served to Tom. Kathy started her car and sped away.

She didn't know what to do. She did not want to go right home. She called her friend Lisa's cell phone. Lisa was out with the rest of the girls that worked at the insurance agency for a girl's night out. Kathy told her she had a fight with John and needed some one to talk to. Lisa told her that Rose was the only one left and they were at the Easton Ave. Pub. Kathy told Lisa that she was banned from that particular establishment. Kathy suggested they meet and talk outside the Pub. The women said "we will meet you outside."

Kathy said "I'll be there in twenty minutes.

Lisa warned "There is one more thing you need to know, Tom is here, with a girl."

Kathy stammered "I don't care I need to talk to you girls tonight."

"OK Kathy, we will be waiting.' Lisa responded.

Kathy thought about Tom. What she saw was the same thing he had seen in his own home that awful night. She now knew first hand the pain and humiliation he must have felt. She was going to her best friends for comfort and support. She realized that when she betrayed Tom, she was his best friend. Who did he have to go to for comfort and support? She knew the answer. Nobody, he had to bear the pain on his own.

Kathy opened the door to her car to let Lisa and Rose in. Kathy was still sobbing softly when they entered the car. Immediately Lisa wanted to know what happened. Kathy could hardly speak. When she calmed down she recounted what she saw.

"I saw some 40 year old bleached blonde with huge fake tits on an examination table being serviced by my new husband" Kathy roared. Neither Lisa nor Rose was surprised at Kathy's revelation. Both girls considered John a jerk. They were more surprised it had taken Kathy so long to see it for herself. They tried to support her but were not willing to give her a pass.

Rose told her "What goes around comes around."

"I know, I know, Kathy cried. I did the same thing. Don't think I haven't thought of that already. I feel betrayed and humiliated by what John has done. What he has done to me! I never felt that way about what I did to Tom. Now I know the truth. Now I know the pain, the humiliation, the betrayal. The loss of something you thought was special. To know the one you love thought so little of it. I know now, now I know." Lisa and Rose glanced at each other and by mutual unspoken consent they did not beat up on Kathy anymore. She was doing a good job on her own.

Rose asked Kathy "What are you going to do now?"

Kathy responded "I don't know. I am so confused."

Then after a few moments she made a quick decision. "I am going home to confront John. What he did is unacceptable and will have to stop." She spat decisively.

Lisa asked "Do you want us to go with you?"

Kathy replied "No, I have to do this by myself." The girls got out of the car and watched Kathy drive off.

They walked back into the pub and as they walked to the bar Tom was there ordering drinks and saw them. A huge smile came across his face. "Rose, Lisa so good to see you, how long has it been, almost a year?" He gave them each a hug. Neither Rose nor Lisa smiled and only gave him a slight hug in return. Tom recognizing that their response was less than friendly moved back. "I'm sorry" he apologized, "I didn't realize it was like that. I'll be going." Tom stepped away, puzzled. He thought the last time they were together he left on a positive note. Then again, he thought, they are Kathy's friends, so why be friendly to me.

Lisa realized the sudden change in his attitude first and called "Tom, wait, it is not what you think. Please come back, we need to talk to you." Lisa and Rose wanted to take Tom to the booth and talk to him. First he said he would have to clear that with his dinner companion. He walked to his date and spoke with her. She looked over at Lisa and Rose and spoke briefly with him again. Finally she smiled at him and shook her head yes.

Tom walked back to Lisa and Roses table and sat down. "What is this all about? Why are you guys giving me the cold shoulder?" he asked confused. He waited for their answer. Rose responded "It has nothing to do with you we just received bad news tonight." "My God, I never thought of that. Is there anything I can do to help?" Tom inquired.

Lisa responded "There probably is but I don't think you would want to."

"What, what are you talking about?" Tom inquired. Tom had been leaning forward his arms on the table, fully involved.

Lisa said "It has to do with Kathy."

Tom pushed back from the table to the back of the seat as if he just heard the rattle of a rattlesnake. His manner changed instantly. "What does she have to do with this?" Tom asked warily.

"She just caught John cheating tonight" Lisa blurted.

His face said it all. First it went totally blank, then a small smile going to a huge smile to an out right belly laugh. When he finished laughing he leaned forward with his head down shaking it back and forth and said "Karma, Karma is a bitch."

Then he looked at the women and asked still chuckling "Why are you telling me this, what does it have to do with me?

"Nothing" Rose said, "We just wanted you to know why we were down tonight."

Tom's attitude changed once again. "Sorry girls, I jumped to a wrong conclusion. I should have known better. So where is she now?" He asked.

Lisa replied "She went home to confront him."

"That is definitely not a good idea. Johns a coward but he won't hesitate to hurt a defenseless woman if he becomes angry." Tom stated.

Anger flashed in Roses eyes. "If he is the coward why didn't you fight for her with when you had the chance?" she asked smugly.

Tom once again sat back in his seat but without the revulsion this time. Finally he leaned back in to the girls with a profound sadness on his face.

"I asked her if she loved him. She told me she did. She told me she did not love me anymore. What was there left to fight for? If I beat him up would that make her love me once more? No, she would have hated me. So where was the sense? I was in a lose-lose situation. She still would not love me and I could go to jail. Do you understand my reasoning now Rose? Tom asked?" Rose nodded her head yes, now ashamed she even asked the question.




The Gift



He knew she would be on time and dressed the way he had asked her. She liked to please him and he loved that about her. He had devised a game, a fantasy he thought would appeal to her, and he was ready for her today. He watched her as she parked her car and walked up the side walk to his house.

She's a small woman with a killer body and so cute she turns heads walking down the sidewalk. Today she's wearing glasses again for some reason, but she usually wears contacts. The glasses give her a slightly nerdy look, like a librarian or the "A" student in school who studies rather than dates, a flower of virginity and innocence, needing to be taken just one time into uncontrolled orgasm to become addicted. 

Jill was no longer virgin or innocent but she was the flower of his heart and the most sensuous woman he had ever known. He thought she would love this fantasy and he had felt a pulsing ache between his legs just picturing her reaction.

She wore what he had asked her to, a simple top and a short, pleated skirt. "Oh. Wear panties too," he had told her and "wear your hair up. It looks elegant and I haven't seen it up in a while." She looked fabulous and he felt warmth in his chest as she approached his front door.

"Why so mysterious?" she asked, as he opened the front door just before she started to touch the doorknob.

"I just have a surprise for you, Jill," he said.

"Oh, I like surprises," she said, with a slow smile.

"But first this." He put his right hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him. He rested his left palm on her cheek and traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb. Her eyes closed instinctively. Then he kissed the center of her lips tenderly but firmly and then the corner of her mouth. He heard a low "ummmm" in her throat and he kissed the hollow of her neck, feeling her catch her breath. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him and pressed her body closer and closer. It was what he wanted. They hadn't seen each other since yesterday and she seemed as hungry for him as he was for her.

"It's downstairs in the rec room," he said, motioning her ahead of him with his hand on her shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Patience, love-patience." She could be a little short of patience sometimes and he wanted to tease her a little too.

"You know it's hard for me," she said, before she could stop herself.

"I knew it before you did. I've had it all morning," he laughed.

"Oh damn. I really walked into that one."

"Usually it's me though—not you."

"Yes, it is."

Turning the corner into the rec room, she saw it.

"Oh wow—a pool table," she exclaimed. "You remembered!"

"And it's a ten foot pool table—big enough for both of us."

She gave him an enquiring look, suspecting that there might be a little more to this than a game of pool.

And there was, of course. He knew she had a fantasy about pool tables, but he had never really pinned it down. Evidently it stemmed from an X-rated video involving sex on top of a pool table.

"Have you played much pool?" she asked him.

"Not a lot. I played at the fire hall several times. They had one for the firefighters to amuse themselves with. I'm not very good."

"You're gonna get creamed, Jack," she said. "I'm very good."

"Pick a pool stick. Let's get started then. What are we playing?"

"Eight ball I guess. It's simple. It's the only chance you have," she said.

"Yea, right."

He broke, spreading balls all over the table—click, click, click, click. Nothing went in.

"Too bad, Jack. That kinda cooks your goose, already. With luck I might even run the table."

"You didn't warn me you were so good. But you haven't done anything yet. Stop bragging so soon."

"Watch and weep, Jack." She made three balls in a row—click, click, click. The balls clicked around all over the table.

"I do think this table is big enough for two people," Jack said, glancing at her face for some reaction so far.

"Uuhhhhu...cough." She cleared her throat.

"Don't the balls make a nice sound when they click together? It's unmistakable and pleasant. Don't you think?"

"Jill? Just listen to this solid click when I knock two balls together. Click. Don't you think that is a sensuous sound?"

"Yea, whatever. Less talk and more pool." She missed the shot.

"Oh. Tough luck, honey—no clicks, clicks that time."

"Shut up and play."

Jack got lucky and made the nine ball.

"What luck!" she said. "It was right in front of the pocket."

"Hmm...I get another shot. There are two balls, side by side like big testicles. See them?"

"Just shoot, Jack."

"Not so fast. I have to plan this shot."

"Hmm...Let's see. If I hit the cue ball into the left testicle...I mean ball, I'll get two click clicks in a row and the right testicle...I mean ball will roll into the sac."

"Pocket...not sac! What game are you playing?"

"I'm trying to figure this game out. Hand me the chalk, please...Thank you."

"I've heard that in billiards, one must pay attention to his shaft...of the pool stick I mean. The tip of my shaft needs some attention. It's far too smooth and shiny. Some chalk will fix that."

Jack starts to rub the tip with chalk...Rub, rub. "Is this the correct technique, Jill?..to just keep rubbing and rubbing? Or do you have your own technique?"

"Slut up and ...God, shut up and shoot...hit the fucking ball with the shaft...I mean stick."

"Gee....Jill. You seem a little flustered, my love. I do think your face is flushed. That's the rush of blood you know. It makes things swell, gorged with blood, but your face is fine...still quite beautiful. You shouldn't be concerned."

"Hit it or die, Jack."

"Very well, love of my life...I'm thinking. Oh look. Those three balls make a perfect "V" shape. Do you see them? What are the chances of a perfect "V" do you think? The "V" between your legs is perfect of course, love."

Jack missed the shot. "How's my tip, Jill?..too much rubbing? I should have let you show me how you do it."

"Move please. You're in my way," she told him.

She sank her shot, then another one. "Whooeeee. I'm back."

"What perfect clicks...and such a smooth table top...rubber bumpers...very sensuous, don't you think?"

"You're up to something, Jack my love."

"I concede this game, Jill."

"Yaaaaaay. I knew it."

"Let's make it a little different, shall we?"

"Like what?" she asked.

"You need to give me a handicap, or I have no chance of winning."

"You have no chance anyway. What kind of handicap?"

"I'll show you." He racks up the balls again.

"Now come here, lover."

She comes up to him, her head tilted inquisitively.

He puts his hands under her arms, lifts her and sets her on the edge of the pool table, facing him.

"What are you doing?" she asks as he opens her legs a little and stands between them.

"I have to make it harder for you to concentrate or I will never win."

He pushes her gently backward so her back and head are on the pool table, her legs dangling over the side. He gets a sofa cushion and puts it under her head.

"What are you going to do, sweetheart?" she asks, her voice a little horse.

"This." He raises her feet and puts them on the railing of the table opening her legs.

"Ohhh....."

He raises her pleated skirt and pushes it back, exposing white silk panties.

"Oh God, honey!" he moans.

She is breathing more deeply now.

"I could just look at you like this, but I need some handicap."

He begins kissing her legs, starting at the inside of the ankles and slowly working his way upwards. His kisses are teasing light kisses with blowing warm air from his mouth over her skin.

She closes her eyes and begins to breathe more heavily. Her hips are beginning to squirm. Her fingers grip the rail of the table tightly. Little moans begin in her throat.

He is slow and wonders if this could last forever. He gently strokes her upper legs and thighs with the back of his fingers. She squirms even more. Then she hears him clicking a couple of pool balls in one hand. Click, click, click, click...over and over.

She feels his lips on the inside of her thighs right below her panty line and she feels him blow warm air on her skin.

"God, you are so perfect, Jill...you have no idea what you can do to me with a single word. You know what I'm looking at, don't you, love?"

"No," she smiled.

"Oh Jill, try again or I'll quit doing this."

"My panties."

"Yes. You're right. You always know somehow, don't you?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Now... what else do I notice? What have I told you before?"

"The crease in my panties."

"Oh yes. And what do I call that crease, my love?"

"My slit. You call it my slit."

"You're right, darling."

"I can hardly stand this anymore, Jack. What are you trying to do to me?"

"Make you play with a handicap, my love." He drags the back of his fingernails up the center of her panties. She clinches her stomach muscles and tightens her hips.

He feels moisture under her panties where he dragged his finger. He adjusts her skirt and runs the back of his fingernails up over her mound, gently scratching her clit area.

"Ohhhh Ohhhhh my God...please don't stop."

"I won't my love...quite yet anyway. I have to lick your panties though and nibble them a bit. I must soften you up so you can't play as well. Get ready now."

She moans and grips the table edge tightly. "Please, Jack."

He drags his flattened tongue up the center of her panties, feeling her even more wet now. Then he gently tries to bite her panties right in her center. It's not easy to get his teeth around just the panty fabric, but he does and pulls it away from her lips. He chews it and she hears him suck on it.

"God, honey what are you doing to me?" she asks.

"I'm done now, baby. Now I racked them up for you. Break!" He helps her off the table and throws the pillow at the sofa. Her legs are weak and he holds her up.

"This is not fair. I'm lodging an official complaint to the US Pool Players Association."

"Wait until we're done and combine all your protests. We've barely started. Now break, please."

Jill breaks with a violent jab of the pool stick. The cue ball skips over the other balls, ricochets off the end of the table, comes back and knocks two balls loose.

"Tsk, tsk, Jill...bad luck."

"Crap."

But he had a nice shot and sank one ball, leaving the cue ball touching the bumper.

"Crap. Thanks a lot. There's nothing I can do now."

She sets up for a trick shot. He stands behind her admiring her ass. "You have such good form, my love." She misses the shot. "No fair. You were watching my butt, weren't you? Crap crap."

He sinks one ball but leaves her a reasonably good shot for a ball in the side pocket.

"Try to concentrate, Jill. Forget what I just did to you on the table."

"Fuck!" she said, missing the shot. "Thanks a lot."

He sinks one ball but misses the other shot.

"Ummmmm ," he said, just before she took her shot. She missed, tossing the pool stick to the floor.

"I can't play this way...I keep thinking of what you just did to me."

"That was so nice, Jill."

"Yea...are you going to finish the job now?"

"Of course not." He laughed an evil laugh. "All in good time."

He wraps his arms around her. "You're not playing fair, today," she said, lifting her head to kiss him, "but I love it, you know."

"You might like this next part, too. Climb up on the table and sit down at this end. Open your legs a little bit. Face the far end...Good girl."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Patience, lover."

First you need to wear this. He put a blindfold around her eyes.

"What's going to happen, Jack? Tell me what you are going to do."

"I'm going to break the setup. Balls will roll everywhere. Listen to the click, click, clicks and try to catch any that come between your legs. Catch them above the knees, as far up your legs as possible. I won't aim them there, but I might later."

"Jack...this is making me think....Ohhh."

He broke the setup but was careful not to hit the balls very hard. Two of them started towards her spread legs. One hit below her knee and almost stopped. The other went all the way to a thigh before touching her. She clamped her thighs together, trapping the ball deep between them. "Oh God," she exclaimed. "You have no idea."

"Oh? Tell me."

"I can't ...yet."

He moved the cue ball to a better spot on the table and lined it up between her legs. He wanted this ball just above her knees.

"Here it comes." The ball made a click, touched her knee area and stopped just where he wanted it.

"Ohh damn..." She tried to squeeze the ball between her legs, but she couldn't move it any higher.

"I'll knock it up there, Jill. Don't worry."

"Yes Jack, please."

He set the cue ball behind another ball and hit it. There was a click and one ball headed right between her thighs. It hit the ball she had trapped with a click, and they both ended up under her skirt and he guessed they were both against her panties or very close.

"Oh, God Jack....you have no idea." She squeezed her thighs together hard, and he heard the balls click a little, hidden high up beneath her skirt. She kept squeezing her legs.

"I think you like that, Jill."

She is breathing harder and keeps squeezing harder.

"Jack, honey. They are not quite high enough."

"It's against my rules to touch them, but I can use another ball. Get ready."

He lined another ball up and hit it straight between her legs. It disappeared up her skirt, clicked and clicked against the other balls. Perfect shot.

She had three of them trapped now and she tightened her legs, relaxed them and tightened again.

"I can't describe this...I've never felt this. Ohhhhhh, please another ball please."

"Are you sure? You have three already. Pool balls are not cheap you know."

"Fuck. Shut up and hit another ball already."

He hit another ball but it stopped just above her knees. She tries to get it to move higher up by squeezing her knees together hard, but it doesn't work.

"That was no fair, Jack. I wanted it up in the right place."

"And where would that be, my love?"

"You know where—right up against my panties."

"I'll line this one up better, but I'll have to pull your skirt up to see where to aim. Would you mind that?"

"Would you just shut up and do it, already?"

"Yes dear. But my...you're impatient this morning. Is there a reason?"

"Hit the fucking ball!"

"I haven't raised your skirt yet."

"JACK! Fuck my skirt and get another ball up here NOW."

"What a temper this morning. Here it comes."

He pulled her skirt up and hit another ball. It clicked two or three times and she squeezed her thighs together hard.

"Let me help you." He uses his hand to push a ball tight against her panties.

"Push harder," she said with a moan. "And move it higher. You know where."

He slides the ball up and down the crease in her panties.

"Oh yes. Please. That's perfect my love."

"Your panties are still wet from my tongue, love."

"I know. I've been feeling it cool down there."

"Umm. Let me warm it up for you." He puts his head between her legs and moves his face all over her underwear, breathing in deeply the sweet, salty scent. He aims his warm breath at her clit area and blows air on it. He rolls his face around on her panties.

"Ohhh...Please...do something."

"Maybe you like to hear the click, click, click of the pool balls, Jill."

Jack clicks two balls together with one hand and continues to roll his face around on her panties. "Oh my, what a wonderful pussy you have, love."

"Jack...please honey...I'm going crazy here." She's opening and closing her legs and arching her back. Her breathing is coming in short pants now. Her hands grip the edge of the table tightly.

He takes two pool balls and puts them under the front of her panties and moves them around slowly.

"Ohhhhh...Please........Ohhhhhhh...Please.....Never before...Ohhh Jack. How could you know? How could you ever fucking know?"

"There's more, my love." He takes a third ball and pushes it up underneath her panties also. Then with his hand on top of her panties, he rolls the balls around making them click.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .....Ohhhhh.....Edge ... The edge so close....Now."

He takes her hands off the table edge and puts them on top of her panties.

She immediately begins moving the balls around, pushing them here and there, mostly near her clit. The balls click together as she moves them.

She screams and spasms consume her body. Her hips pump and writhe. Her belly spasms again and again. She screams again and again, the scream softening into a moan. Tears come to her eyes and she sobs. She wipes her eyes and turns her head away from him. Her moans continue. Jack leans as far as possible over the table and kisses her face, sucking up the tears. Then he puts his arms around her and holds her, letting her gradually calm down. She continues to sob a little.

"You are my woman and I love you more than anything. I'll do anything for you."

More tears flow and she clings to him. She tries talking but only in short phrases between sobs and breathing.

"Thank you....thank you...never before never ...I never knew ...never even dreamed."

"It's not quite over, Jill."

"Uhhhh," Is all she can manage to say.

"Do you remember the pool boy, Juan? You thought he was so cute and I know you were attracted to him."

She is silent.

"Jill, my love...just nod your head if you do."

She nods.

"He's here today for you, right now. I want him to fuck you on the pool table. I want it for you, myself. I paid him to do it—if you want him to. You don't have to, but remember I brought him here for you today...just today...never again. Do you want him?"

"Jill, you have to say something, lover. Do you want him...Yes or no?"

"Jill, honey. You have to say something."

"Yes,"she said. "But remember, it was your idea."

"Ok...I'll get him now." He took her blindfold off.

He saw her take a very deep breath and shiver and turn her head away.

He put a blanket over her, fluffed up her pillow and went upstairs and out to the back porch where Juan was waiting.

Jill had second thoughts just as soon as Jack left to get Juan. She realized that Juan was a gift to her as part of her fantasy, but she thought maybe it too great a gift. Men can have such delicate egos she thought and it could not be especially pleasant to think of another man screwing your girlfriend downstairs in your own house.

They had swapped partners once, but that was more like an exchange or a sexual game. Jack had gotten benefit from swapping her to another man. In all truth she had not enjoyed the swap nearly as much as she pretended. But this was different.

Jack got nothing in return, but she had not suggested this Juan thing herself. It was his idea entirely. Why shouldn't she try to enjoy it? The end result was the same.

Besides, Juan was a hunk—a hard bodied hunk with beautiful brown skin, flashing white teeth, long black hair he kept in a ponytail and six-pack abs. He was not large muscled but totally muscled with the honest and naturally flat muscles of a laboring man.

She had watched him from the secrecy of the kitchen window the first time he was there. She went out and walked past him deliberately the second time, using clean towels for the pool house as her excuse. The towels did need to be changed.

She could see from the corner of her eye that he was watching her ass as she walked by. On her return trip he had watched her from the front and a little too boldly too. He spoke to her in Spanish, but she was flustered from his overly obvious examination of her body, and she did not understand him. Neither did she speak.

On his third visit she took a big glass of lemonade to him and got to watch his body close up as he drained the glass. Then he had walked to the pool house, turning to motion her with his head to join him. She shook her head "No" but she smiled. Encouraged, he had blown her a kiss using only his lips, and acting like a Groupie for a Rock Band, she had blown him a kiss in return without even thinking.




The Gift



Author's note: I wrote this for a story contest on another site recently (which, sadly, I lost). But I liked the story and decided that I wanted to share it with everyone at LitErotica. So, yeah. First, the requisite disclaimer:

While I do NOT practice nor condone incest under any circumstances, I DO acknowledge that it's one hell of a sexy topic to think about. Real life, though, is harshly different- and this is ONLY fiction! All characters are over the age of 18 and are completely make-believe.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy the story and, if you do, please leave a note and vote to show your appreciation... ESPECIALLY if it gets you off!

-NightShadow

------------

I love my father deeply. However, there was a time when I was worried that I was going to lose him forever to the most painful sort of depression. My mother had died a year earlier and while it was difficult for me to move past it, Dad didn't seem capable of doing so. He had been deeply in love with her and, when her life was taken in a horrible car accident, he took it so terribly hard. The other half of his soul had been snatched away from him in a blink, after all. I tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year. I picked up the house, cooked, and generally did all of the chores that Mom used to do. Dad, though, simply wallowed in his mourning and lost himself in a long line of benders. Through all of it he had somehow managed to keep his job, but, at home, all of the fire had gone out of him. I did everything I could think of to try and bring him out of his shell, but nothing seemed to work. I mean, I was only 18 when she passed, so it's not like I had a lot of life experience to inform me on what to do. And only a year later, at the age of 19, I was no more informed than before. At some point I simply gave up and just held out hope that he'd crawl out of the hole of depression on his own. To some degree he had, but the man he'd become was a mere shadow of who he'd been before.

I put my own life in order by continuing my education at the local community college. I loved science, so I took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes. Fortunately, I didn't have to keep a job since, before her death, Mom had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made us fairly wealthy- and Dad's income only helped to bolster our financial health. We're not Gates Foundation wealthy, but wealthy enough that even if Dad did lose his job, we wouldn't be hurting for several years to come. Our house and cars were paid for and my college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis. As an only child, I tried my best not to let our wealth make me into a bitch or anything, but I think that was mostly due to how my parents raised me- always kind and helpful to those who were in need. That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself. Waiting for the right opportunity to help my dad was a hard test in patience. That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.

I had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day. The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather. When I put down my shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home. The lights were off and no one was there to greet me, even though I'd seen Dad's car in the garage. I called out to see if Dad was awake, but he didn't respond, so I figured that I should go check up on him and make sure that he hadn't slept the day away. I mean, geez, it was such a beautiful day! Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?

"Dad?" I called down the hallway that lead to his room. Still he didn't reply. As I got closer to his bedroom door, I could hear the muffled sounds of his TV. When I got directly to the door I was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: Dad was watching porn. Again. He'd been doing that a lot lately. He just couldn't bring himself to start dating again, to go looking for a new mate, but a man, despite his depression, still has needs. In my father's case, his needs were met by proxy and his drinking had only made him sloppy about keeping it private. I'd found him in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while watching porn. Most of the stuff he found tended to star women who looked a bit like Mom, but sometimes it was just whatever tickled his fancy. Over the last few months I'd learned a lot more about my father's sexual interests than I'd ever wanted to know. Like, who wants to know that their father's favorite sexual position is doggy-style? But what could I do? Scolding him about it might embarrass him, which might cause him to withdraw from me further, and I certainly didn't want that.

I gently knocked on Dad's door to see if he was awake. Still no reply. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what I found. Sure enough, there was Dad, sprawled out on his bed, completely naked, with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a wash towel in the other. He was also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around him. Shaking my head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.

"Oh, God, Daddy! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Daddy! FUCK ME!" the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, I could see that she looked a lot like Mom. Which also meant that she looked a lot like me, because I was damn near a clone of my mother when she was my age. I just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on me: my father was jacking off to incest porn. This was the third time that week that I'd caught him like this, watching a porno with this particular daddy-daughter theme, but it looked like he'd finally found something that hit a little closer to home.

"Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!" the male actor told his "daughter" as he fucked her from behind. "Daddy's got a big load for you."

"Fuck, Daddy! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me like you do with Mom!" the girl who had more than a passing resemblance to me cried out.

I shook my head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV's power button. What had my father turned into? What kind of man had he become after Mom died? I totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had he changed so much in such a short period of time? For the last year I'd pretty much taken Mom's place in every way except one... and now it seemed that Dad might be looking for me to fill that other forbidden role, too.

"God, I miss my daddy," I muttered as I turned around to regard his passed-out form. "What happened to you?" As is perfectly natural, I guess, my eyes fell upon his spent cock as it lay flaccid against his cum-spattered thigh. Even when it was soft, Dad's cock looked to be pretty big. "Good Lord," I whispered in disbelief, "how in the hell did Mom handle that thi-" I stopped myself in mid-sentence. I mean, holy shit, what the hell was I saying?! That was my father! "Snap out of it, Nat! Just... let's just leave the man in peace, okay?"

I went to the bed, focusing my attention on the towel in his hand, and carefully took it from him. He didn't even stir. The towel was... stiff in some parts. Dear God, I was holding my father's cum-rag that was stiff with his dried semen. Trying to take the high road, I prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my father's large cock and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from his bulbous cockhead. I was no blushing virgin; I'd seen male plumbing before, but I have to admit: Dad's cock was practically a work of art! I stared at it in awe for a moment before I got myself together and covered it with the towel.

As I started to leave Dad's room, I caught a glimpse of myself in Mom's old vanity mirror. I was wearing a thin summer dress and my long, brown hair was hanging softly over my shoulders. My cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but I tried to ignore that even as I realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be my twin! We had the same large breasts (mine had smaller areolas), the same curvy hips, our tiny-looking pussies were both completely bald, the same toned thighs and arms. Yeah, I finally admitted to myself, Dad was definitely masturbating to the fantasy of having sex with me. Or maybe it was just an analog of Mom when she was young that he was jacking off to. I don't really know. And I wasn't sure how I felt about it just yet. I gave my sleeping, naked, cum-spent father one more long look and then quietly walked out of his room, pulling the door closed behind me. When the door closed a bit louder than I'd intended, I cringed.

Dad's voice immediately came from inside his room. "Natalie?" he said sluggishly. "Is that you?"

I took a deep, calming breath. "Yeah, Dad. It's me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I'm gonna go take a dip in the pool and then make dinner. Come out whenever you're ready."

"Okay," he said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that he could continue to sleep.

----

While I changed into my bikini in my bedroom, I found myself looking at my reflection in my bedroom mirror once more. I was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing my curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I? Maybe my butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller (it was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a moment or two), but the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore. I just couldn't believe Dad was watching that. Was he really thinking about me, his own daughter, in a sexual way? I couldn't wrap my mind around that possibility. It had to be Mom he was thinking of. But, a small part of my mind insisted: what if it wasn't? I mean, he had been watching a lot of incest-related porn lately. Maybe me doing so much around the house was causing him to transfer his feelings for Mom onto me. I was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense. Should I discourage it or should I just let it slide and wait for him to get it out of his system? If I waited, how long would that take?

I just didn't have the answers to those questions. All I could do was rely on my instincts and hope for the best. I knew my father well enough to be certain that he would never cross a line uninvited, that was for sure. He was a loving, gentle person. Even when he was drunk, he never got mad or lost control. He just... wallowed in his self-pity, more than anything. Sometimes he'd stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the 'net. A few times I'd heard him quietly sobbing through his bedroom door. It broke my heart to see my father so crushed by Mom's absence, which is part of why I worked so hard to do the things she did. In his current state I seriously doubted that Dad would work up the energy to do it himself. Besides which, I love him. What kind of daughter would I be if I just did nothing while my father slowly fell to pieces? That wasn't how I'd been raised, after all. "Helping others is a gift to yourself," Mom always said.

I put those thoughts aside and got my bikini on. Once I was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, I did notice something odd, though. When I glanced up at Dad's bedroom window, I noticed that he was watching me from it. He wasn't jacking off or doing anything perverted like that. He was just watching me. When he saw me looking up at him he gave me a soft smile and waved before receding back into his room after I waved back. It was a rare thing to see him smile and I would've done anything to see it more.

----

Later that night, as I was getting finished with cooking dinner, Dad came into the dining room wearing his normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at his normal place. He remained quiet as I piled some spaghetti on his plate and brought it to him, having made a plate for myself already. When I set the plate down, he looked up at me with this peculiar expression on his face. "Sweetheart, about earlier today... I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I... I'm guessing it was you. I'm really sorry you had to see me like that."

"It's okay, Daddy," I said. "I'm a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It's perfectly natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we'll watch a movie later or something."

He shook his head. "Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well... I just.. I need to explain something to you-"

I gently placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Dad, you don't need to explain anything. I get it. You miss Mom. I miss her, too."

Dad shook his head more emphatically. "No, you don't understand, Natalie. It's not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her death. I've taken some time off from work to just, well... deal with it. I've had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn't know."

Seeing the look of seriousness on his face, I took a seat close to him and gave him my undivided attention. "What is it, Daddy?"

My father took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly. After a moment of steeling his nerves, he said, "Well... it's not just going to be the anniversary of your mother's death. You see.. the day before she died we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn't told you about it yet and, when she died, I just couldn't bear to put you through more pain and loss. So I kept it a secret."

I let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this. "What? Oh, Dad! That's... oh, I'm so sorry, Daddy! I had no idea! I knew something was bothering you, aside from missing Mom, I mean, but... oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you've been carrying that around with you?"

"I know I should have told you, Sweetheart," he said solemnly, "but I just couldn't stand to..."

I smiled at him sweetly and tried my best to let my feelings of love and compassion be evident. "It's okay, Dad. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand."

Dad took a deep breath of relief and closed his eyes. Then he looked down sorrowfully at his hands and said, "The hell of it was that I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your mom and I had been trying for a long time, y'know? And when we finally got the news that she'd caught, we were just so damned excited. But now... now all of that is lost." I could see the tears in his eyes and my heart damn near broke into a million pieces. That was the one piece of the puzzle I'd been missing. I had no idea that Mom was pregnant when she died, but now that I knew, everything made a lot more sense about why Dad was so despondent.

Oh, my aching heart! What could I do to help put him back together? My mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.

"Oh, don't say that, Dad! You're not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again."

Dad was already shaking his head, immediately rejecting that idea. "No. It just... it wouldn't be the same, Natalie. Your mother... she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it's just... I couldn't fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Natalie. I couldn't do it and look you in the eye. I'd feel like I'd, I dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you... you're our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. I just couldn't, not with someone who isn't her."

I frowned slightly at that with deep compassion. "I... I understand, Daddy. I do. I just hope that, someday, you'll be able to get past it."

"So do I, honey," he said with a small, wan smile. "So do I. There's just not another woman on the planet like her."

"Except for me, that is," I added. Dad glanced up at me with a curious look. We stared at each other for a moment, my mind still spinning with ideas. Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in my mind, one thought leapt to the surface. "Maybe... maybe the solution... Dad, I don't like seeing you in pain like this. It's not fair. You deserve better. Mom was taken from us, but..."

"But what?"

I steeled myself for what I was about to say. "...but a part of her is still alive, in a way."

"Natalie, what in the world are you talking about?"

"Me, Dad," I said. The look of confusion didn't leave his face, so I continued. "I'm still here. And I'm half mom. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? My egg, your sperm- at least SOME of Mom would be in there. I mean, it's Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?"

Dad's jaw dropped in stunned shock. "Are you kidding me? Natalie, for one thing, that's an expensive procedure. It'd cost money that neither of us has. I mean, we're far from broke, but I just couldn't justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you're half of me, too!"

"Look, Dad, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I'm only into a few semesters, but I've learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a myth? Statistically speaking, we'd stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down's Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we'd stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby."

"That may be, Sweetheart," he said calmly. "But we STILL couldn't afford it and, even if we could, I'm not sure we could find a doctor in the state who'd be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it."

"No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Dad," I countered, warming up to the argument. Okay, it wasn't an argument. More like a debate, but I was feeling more invested in the idea as the moments passed. If Dad was depressed about being deprived of his second chance at fatherhood, maybe I could help.

Dad gave me an incredulous look. "Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they'd probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It's just- no, Natalie. It wouldn't work."

Suddenly an idea burst forward and I spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it. "Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?"

If Dad was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second. "WHAT?!"

"Oh, come on, Dad. Look- you're my father and I love you. Your last chance at being a father was taken from you. It was nobody's fault, but it happened. You've done so much for me all my life. Just once I'd like to do something for you."

Dad shook his head in denial. "Bearing my child wasn't in the cards, Natalie. You're my DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don't DO that kind of thing!"

"You'd be surprised," I muttered before I could stop myself. I had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members. One slept with her brother and the other was fucking her father with her mother's blessing. But that was their business and I wasn't about to break my promise of secrecy, even if it was Daddy that I'd be telling.

Dad stared at me coldly. "What?"

I waved it off. "Nothing, Dad. Just... look, just forget it, okay? Or don't. I don't know. The offer's there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if I can help make that happen, that would make ME happy." Which was all true as far as it went. But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn my father was watching lately, most especially that day's sample, I had a sneaking suspicion that Dad was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because he felt ashamed for secretly wanting it. Who could blame him? It can't be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn't opposed to the idea! And, frankly, I'd already made up my mind. I wouldn't force it on him, but if he wanted me, I wasn't going to turn him away. I mean, if I could accept that two of my friends were committing incest, why couldn't I accept the possibility for myself?




The Gift



"But..." Dad floundered for the words and all that came out was, "You. Are. My. Daughter!"

As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame. Not even in the running, really. His resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and I found myself somewhat invested in- what? Convincing my father to breed me? Or was I just playing Devil's Advocate for the thrill of it? The lines in my own mind were blurring so fast that I couldn't keep up, so I just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be my honest truth. "No, Dad. I mean, yes, I AM your daughter. But I am also a fertile young woman, capable of bearing a child and I'd cheerfully do so... for you. Since Mom isn't here, and I'm the next best thing to her, all I can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you." I pointed at his plate of spaghetti. "Your dinner's getting cold, Daddy."

With that, I just stood up and left the room, grabbing my own plate as I walked away, and headed straight for my bedroom. I could feel my father's eyes watching me in stunned silence as I left and felt a soft tingle in my pussy as I realized that he was actually staring at my ass. What the hell had I just done?

----

After finishing my own plate of spaghetti in my room, I tried to relax by reading a book. I loved my father, but I didn't really want to be around him just then. At the same time, though, I did. I wanted to continue our discussion and find out where his head was at with the whole thing. But I knew that, if I pried, he'd just clam up and get stubborn. Whatever his true feelings were on the subject, he'd have to work them out on his own. Meanwhile, though, I was getting more and more aroused at the idea. I was also getting confused. My head was screaming at me about Society's rules while my heart was beating the drum of love for my father. And thinking of my father, making him happy, naturally took my mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness. After having seen the weapon he hides in his pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him. I'd slept with a few boys my own age before, so I knew what a penis looked like. Or, rather, what they should look like. Dad's was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys I'd been with previously. Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of me. I could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.

At first I felt a little weird and guilty that I was seriously objectifying my father's cock, the same one that had helped to give me life. But, after awhile, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored my curiosity and, yes, lust. I wanted, more and more, to feel that huge tool sliding in my depths, if only to know how it felt. A few of my girlfriends had enjoyed the experience of a large cock and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel. Dammit, I wanted to feel that complete, too! And there I was, living under the same roof with a man that I adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of my girlfriends drool with envy. That Dad is handsome didn't hurt matters any- every single female friend I had regularly reminded me of how hot Dad is. I never admitted as much to any of them, but I didn't disagree. If Dad wanted, if he wasn't still so heartbroken over Mom's death, he could pretty much have any woman he wanted, young or old. And, now, that included me. I can't decide if I was shocked or overjoyed when I finally admitted to myself that being impregnated by my own father was something that I wanted as much for myself as I wanted it for him. Shocked or overjoyed... but, to my amazement, I felt no guilt at the prospect.

And so it was, with my guilt pushed to the backburner and my lust blazing at the fore, I put my book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about my father. I won't go over the details of my masturbatory session- that's all pretty self-explanatory- but I found it remarkable that I got my cum much quicker than usual. Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, I don't know, but once my motor got running with the mental image of my father trying to breed me, it was like my lust went into overdrive and just took over everything. Not only did my orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed me. It took every ounce of self control to not scream out "DADDY!" as I reached my peak, but I somehow managed it. If I hadn't, Dad would most definitely have come bursting through my bedroom door in a panic only to find me lustfully begging him to do what I could only fantasize about. With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, I decided that the fantasy of my father breeding me definitely had an addictive quality- I could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!

When my orgasm finally abated, I stripped off my newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt. Of course, and the irony of this wasn't lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of Dad's that I had stolen months before and claimed for myself. After several washings his scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that I was actually wearing HIS shirt after having just cum while thinking about him fucking me. Before I got myself all hot and bothered again, I got back into the book I'd been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for awhile.

About an hour later, Dad knocked softly on my door. "Natalie? You in there?"

I was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent. I put the book down. "Yeah, Dad. Come on in."

Dad opened the door and approached my bed. He just stared at me silently for a few seconds, so I silently waited for him to speak. After all, he was the one knocking on my door, right?

Finally he said, "I've given some thought to your... offer."

I felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on my forehead. "...and?"

My father drew in his breath and then said, "If we do this, I'm going to need to get REAL drunk."

Well! That was the LAST thing I wanted! Dad had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year. Adding more was the exact opposite direction I wanted to go in. So I laughed lightly. "No you aren't, Daddy. Besides, if you get drunk, wouldn't that just ruin things? I mean, I know you're not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn't very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up."

Dad held his hand over his eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion. "You're taking this a lot better than I expected," he said with his eyes still covered.

"Of course I am, silly," I replied. "It was MY idea in the first place!"

Dad dropped his hand and looked at me with naked mortification. "But you don't have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I'm your father, for Christ's sake!"

I gave him a reproachful look. "Daddy... you're more than just my father, okay? You're a handsome man, too. All of my friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they'd jump you in a heartbeat if they could. I can't say that I disagree with them, objectively speaking. You're my Dad, yeah, but you're hot. And it's only sex."

"Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME," he emphasized. "I... still think I'd need a lot of liquid courage for this... arrangement."

I sat upright suddenly. "Not on your life, Daddy! When we do it, I want you to be completely aware of what's happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot."

"Geez, Natalie!" he gasped. "Do you HAVE to put it like that?"

"Dad, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I'm not a little girl anymore, the better off we'll both be. I'm only 19, but I'm still a woman. Look- I've HAD sex, okay? We both know it. I'm in college and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I'm grown up now, Daddy. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we're talking about, isn't it?"

"But you don't have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I'm having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on my own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!"

"Like I said, Dad," I replied with a shrug, "it was MY idea to begin with. I've made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I'm doing here and I'm completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it." With just a fraction of a second's worth of pause, I searched myself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true. I was thrilled at the prospect of letting my father get me pregnant! I had broken up with my last boyfriend three months before and had quit taking my birth control since I wasn't having sex. And Mom came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that Dad would knock me up on the first attempt and I was more than ready to help him try!

Dad fixed me with a skeptical expression. "...really?"

"Really," I said with a nod. "Believe me, Dad, I've given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn't want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I've already seen how good a father you can be."

Dad took a deep, calming breath. "Okay. In that case.. I can't believe I'm about to say this... but, in that case, when you know you're ovulating, let me know and we... we'll see what happens."

"Deal," I said without missing a beat. I then got up on my knees and gave my father a quick peck on the cheek. As he started to leave, though, I stopped him. "Daddy?" He turned around and looked at me quizzically. I pulled my t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing my naked body to him. I wondered, for a split-second, if he appreciated just how much I looked like that porn actress after all. "Guess who's ovulating?"

My father's jaw dropped open in surprised yet again. "NOW?" he said with disbelief. And I'm sure that the disbelief was genuine, but he didn't take is eyes off my nude form even to blink. My father knows a good thing when he sees it!

I simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of my brown hair dance across my shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it. "My period ended five days ago, Daddy. And I haven't taken any birth control since Jeff and I broke up. I'm as fertile as a turtle, as Mom would say. Come to your little girl, Daddy, and let's make a baby!"

Dad's reaction was immediate. I could see the tent forming in his sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second. The inner debate that he was having was writ large on his face, which contorted and twisted with each thought. The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile. Dad is, after all, a man. And what man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young woman pointedly asking him to breed her? My father certainly couldn't. What for all of his misgivings and protests and concerns, his lust had prevailed and he pulled off his own t-shirt swiftly. The look of sexual hunger and lust in his eyes was unmistakable. This man, whoever he was, was not my daddy anymore. But he wasn't the wreck of a man I'd been living with for the previous year, either. This man, with whom I shared a genetic bond, was suddenly an animal driven by lust and pent-up frustration and he could no more help himself than a raging, rutting bull.

He got closer to my bed, his fingers hooked in the elastic band of his sweat pants and boxer briefs, and he said, "Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. I haven't had sex since your mother died and even though I'm your father, I DO have my limits. If we go down this path, we can't come back from it. Are you SURE you're ready for this?"

I looked up at him with big, round eyes. "What?" I asked. "For you to impregnate me? To feel your sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?" I flipped over and got onto my hands and knees, showing him my wet and swollen pussy, and looked over my shoulder at him. "Dad, I'm so ready for this that I don't even need any foreplay."

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel's back. My father's resolve crumbled like a house of cards. In one, swift motion he pushed his sweat pants and underwear down to his ankles, grabbed his extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked his other hand under my hip. I continued to watch his face as he looked down at my small, waiting pussy and rubbed the head of his swollen penis against my opening. Without waiting another second, he slowly slid his large babymaker inside the folds of my drenched pussylips and buried himself as deeply inside of me as he could.

The feeling of my father's monster cock pushing deep into me was beyond thrilling! I felt every inch of his long, thick shaft as his cockhead plunged down my canal, stretching me as I'd never been before. Even though it took only a few seconds before his pelvis met my ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever. And when our bodies finally did meet, I could feel his hardness penetrate so deeply in my body that my cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against his invasion. My body shuddered in response to the sensation of him being seated directly inside my womb, the place where his life-giving seed, the very seed that had created ME, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! My father was going to create life anew in his only daughter!

I let out a long, low moan of pleasure as he stayed motionless inside me for a moment, letting me adjust to his length and girth. "Ohhhhh, yesssss!" I hissed pleasurably.

"Oh, fuck, Natalie!" he gasped. "You're so fucking tight!"

"That's right, Daddy," I replied as my hips tentatively wiggled. I could feel his bulging cockhead shift around inside my womb when I did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours and don't stop until you cum as deep inside me as you can!"

Dad smiled wolfishly at me and then refocused his gaze on the place where we were joined. "I can't believe I'm fucking my little girl." He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head of it was buried inside me.

"Believe it, Daddy," I purred as I crossed my arms on the bedspread and laid my head down on them, crushing my heaving breasts against the fabric and pushing my ass higher into the air. "You're not only going to fuck me, you're going to give me your baby. You're going to shoot your sperm deep inside me and get your daughter pregnant. Mom was taken from us, Dad, but I'm not going anywhere. If it'll make you happy, believe me, I'll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it's time to plant another life inside me!" With that, I pushed myself back onto his fat cock until my ass once again was pressed up against his thighs.

"Fffffuck," my father hissed. He didn't say much more as he took control of the situation and started to fuck my body in earnest. With both hands holding tightly onto my hips, Daddy thrust in and out of my pussy like a man possessed of a single purpose. For several long moments, I luxuriated in the feelings of his huge member as it ravaged my deepest core again and again.

"God, Daddy," I shouted out as his pace increased. "You're fucking me so good! Tell me when you're ready to cum, Daddy. Tell me when you're ready to knock your little girl up so that I can cum with you!"

My father's thrusts became more insistent with the passing of every moment. His thighs started to slap into the backs of mine while the crescendo grew to a fever pitch. After a few more minutes of pummeling my cum-hungry pussy, he gasped out, "Natalie, I'm about to cum!"

"So am I, Daddy!" I said breathlessly. I pushed myself up on my hands, my breasts and nipples already over stimulated from brushing back and forth on my bed cover, and looked back him once again. "Do it! Cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me with your cum and get me pregnant!"

Dad pushed in one last time, as far as he could get inside of me. I felt his cockhead once again force its way past my cervix even as it started to swell with its impending release. Suddenly Dad stiffened and let out a strangled cry of victory as his sperm was injected in my deepest chasm. He shook and thrummed with each volley of cum that was launched into my womb and I gasped as I felt each hot slug splash against my uterine walls. My father scalded me with his cum, his hips bucking repeatedly, until he finally slumped over my back. His breath was hot and heavy as it fell on my neck.

We stayed like that for several seconds, just catching our breath, until I felt him stir again. His strength regained, he slowly pulled his long cock out of my cum-filled pussy and sat back on his haunches. I quickly turned over and looked at him while spreading my thighs. Both our eyes drifted down to where we'd both been joined and we watched as a massive amount of his cum started to drool out of my rosy pussy.

"Jesus, Daddy!" I exclaimed. "Look at all this cum! Even after earlier today, you were still backed up, weren't you?"

My father stared in wonder at the evidence of our coupling. "I can't believe we just did this," he said quietly

I giggled at that. "Believe it, Daddy. And if it doesn't take this time, we'll keep trying. I'll be good to go for at least another day, maybe two!" I glanced down at my pussy once again. "Go, little guys! Go! Find my egg!"

Apparently that was more than my father could handle any more. "Aw, geez," he said as he started to get up off my bed like he'd been struck by a cattle prod. "I... I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay," I said, my sex-crazed eyes still affixed to the mess between my thighs. I leaned back and arched my hips upward, hoping that the new position would prevent any more of my father's cum from leaking out. "I'm just gonna stay here and let it all soak in for awhile." As he started to leave the room, I called after him. "Hey, Daddy? I love you!"

Dad just stood there and stared at me for a long second before he said, "I... I love you, too, Natalie. God help me, I love you, too."

----

The next morning I woke up alone in my bed feeling very well-rested. I hadn't slept that well in ages, it seemed. As my dream-addled mind caught up with the rest of me, I remembered what had happened between my father and I the night before. I was a little disappointed that, after his shower, he hadn't come back, but since I was already asleep by then, I guess it was okay. He probably just didn't want to disturb me and needed to come to grips with what we'd done on his own. I'd heard of post-coital guilt, but I figured that, like any kind of guilt, it would have to be something he came to terms with in his own time. I made my way into my bathroom and, before doing anything else, pulled out a home-pregnancy test kit from under the sink. Any sane teenage girl, whether she's on birth control or not, should have one at the ready, just in case. After a few minutes of going through the prescribed ritual dictated by the kit's instruction booklet, I quickly learned that last night's romp with my father hadn't been as successful as I would've liked.

Oh well, I reasoned to myself. Can't say that I didn't enjoy it. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!

I didn't even bother to get dressed as I went downstairs to join my father, who I could hear was already moving around in the kitchen. Sure enough, I found him at the sink, washing last night's dishes. He looked so cute in his boxers and t-shirt. I snuck up behind him and, without giving him any kind of warning, wrapped my arms lovingly around his broad chest. "Good morning, Daddy!" I cooed into his ear.




The Gift



Dad stiffened when he felt me embrace him and accidentally dropped a plate (it didn't break, thankfully), but he relaxed when he heard my voice. "Natalie! Hi! Uhm...good morning. How are you, uhm, feeling?"

"I'm feeling great, Daddy, thank you," I told him. "I haven't slept like that in a long while."

Dad was still putting off those awkward vibes. "That's... yeah, uhm, that's good."

I stepped away from him and crossed my arms under my large, naked breasts. "Look, Dad, you don't have to be all weird and stuff, okay?"

Dad turned around and, when he saw that I was standing naked in front of him, paused for a moment to let that sink in. "You... you're really okay with... with last night? With what I did to you?"

"I told you," I answered with a shrug. "I'm perfectly fine with it. It was wonderful. YOU were wonderful. And you didn't do anything TO me. I encouraged you to let me help you be happy. Did YOU sleep okay?"

"I have to admit, yes, I slept like a baby for the first time in... God, I don't know how long. Not since..."

"Not since before Mom died. I know. It's okay, Daddy. You didn't break me or anything. I'm still your little girl." I gave him a hug, pressing my soft tits against his chest and said into his ear, "And still not pregnant."

Dad pulled back from the hug. "You- oh."

"I took a home-pregnancy test a few minutes ago," I told him. "It came up negative."

"I... see..." Yep, that's my dad. The brilliant conversationalist.

"So... I woke up and heard you down here, and I figured I'd see what you're up to. After taking a shower, of course. It took forever to get all of your cum from last night out of my pussy, by the way. And I'm gonna have to wash my sheets soon. So what're you doin' today?"

Dad's cheeks flushed when I mentioned his cum. "Me? Oh. Uhm. Just, y'know, doing the dishes. From last night. And stuff."

I smirked at him playfully, already feeling my arousal for this wonderful, goofy man I called father start to grow. Even when he was being bashful, it was hard to resist him! "I can see that," I said. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"N-no, nothing yet. You hungry? I could make-"

"Maybe in a little bit," I said, cutting him off and stepping closer to him. "I was thinking, maybe, we could take another crack at it."

"Yeah, but- now?"

"Absolutely!" I replied with an emphatic nod. "I'm not going to be ovulating forever, Daddy. We might be able to do it one or two more times before... well, before any other attempts would just be practice. But I could live with some practice, too."

"But NOW? HERE?"

I started kissing the underside of his jawline and caressed his chest and arms seductively. "No time like the present, right? To be honest, it was the first thing I thought of this morning when I woke up." I got down on my knees and pulled my father's already-hardening cock out, stroking it softly. As I lavished my attention to the same penis that made me, it became firmer as I started to kiss along the shaft. "Mmmmm... just thinking about it... it felt wonderful, you know, Daddy. Feeling you cum inside me, trying to make me pregnant. At first I was just going to be doing it for you, to make you happy, but now... I think, now, I might want it more than you do."

"No. No! I- I definitely want it, Sweetheart," my father protested as he looked down at me starting to give him a blowjob. "It's still just taking a bit of getting used to. That's all. I mean, yesterday you were just my beautiful little girl, but last night... and now, you're..."

I pulled my lips off his cock with a soft pop and said, "So you liked it last night, Daddy? [suck] You liked filling your little girl's pussy full of your sperm? [suck] Trying to knock her up? [suck] Trying to plant a little brother or sister inside of me?"

Dad's eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as the sensations I gave him and the words I uttered pounded into his brain. "Jesus Christ, Natalie! You're killing me! Where- where did you get all of this from?"

Once again releasing his cock from my mouth, I said, "Yesterday, when you were passed out after jacking off, I happened to notice the porn you were watching, Daddy. The woman on the screen, she looked an awful lot like me."

"Your mother," Dad protested weakly. "She... she looks like your mother."

I downgraded my treatment of his cock to a handjob and gave him a skeptical look. "Mom was 34, Dad. That girl on the screen? She barely looked 18. And I'm 19."

Dad's breathing got heavier. "She was... the closest match to your mother that I could find," he said lamely.

"So why was she screaming for her daddy to fuck her? I mean, that IS what she was saying, wasn't it? Like, 'Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, God, your cock feels so good! Fuck me till you cum, Daddy!' Like that? Like I was saying last night?"

My father was at a loss for words. "I..."

I let go of my father's cock, stood, turned around and bent over the chopping block. When I was in the ideal position for him to take me right then and there, I pulled one of my ass cheeks aside and looked back at him. "Would you like that, Daddy? Would you like me to scream out for you as you fill my pussy with your sperm again?"

Dad was visibly flustered and looked helpless to make a coherent decision about anything, let alone string together enough words to make a full sentence. "Natalie, I- I just-"

"Come on, Daddy," I interrupted encouragingly. "I'm waiting for you. Don't you want to fuck your little girl, Daddy? Please? I want you to. I want you to get your big, fat cock and bury it inside me from behind. I want you fuck me, Daddy. I want my father's thick cock to spew as much babybatter into me as possible. I WANT you to get me pregnant, Daddy."

The look of unrestrained lust suddenly blazed to life in my father's eyes and he shoved his shorts down around his ankles all the way. He made a fist around his cock and aimed it at my exposed pussy while pushing the small of my back flat with his other hand. "Oh, fuck it! Okay, Sweetheart! Daddy's gonna get you pregnant if it's the last thing I do!"

He didn't make me wait as he plunged his thickness into me. With an almost primal growl, he said, "Is this what you wanted, Sweetheart?"

"Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!"

He pounded me mercilessly from behind for minutes on end and the only sound in the kitchen was that of our flesh frantically slapping together. "I'm getting close, Natalie," he warned me. "Daddy's going to cum inside you again and I've got a big load saved up from last night!"

Hearing that almost sent me over the edge of erotic bliss and I howled with the sinful delight of it. "I want it, Daddy!" I told him as I desperately pushed back at his thrusting hips. "Fill me with your seed!"

"Your wish-" he grunted loudly, "Is my command!" He pushed forcefully into my small, teenage pussy once more as far as he could go and I felt his cock expand inside me. We both froze as jets of his babybatter flooded my inner chamber over and over again, each blast of his virile, incestuous sperm coming to rest within my body. When he was done, he fell back against the sink counter and breathed heavily.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe... that was.."

I turned around on shaky legs and we both watched as my father's cum oozed out of me. "Spectacular," I said for him. I looked up at my daddy's flushed, sweaty face and smiled. "We'll give it a few hours to settle in, see if it takes root. If it doesn't... well... there's always lunchtime." I leaned over to him and kissed my father full on the lips for the first time as his lover. The taste of him was strong on my lips and our tongues danced around the taboo expression of love and lust. When our lips parted, I breathlessly told him, "I love you, Daddy." Then I scampered away to my bedroom, where I expected to lay back on my bed with my hips held high in the air once more, hoping that the seed he'd planted within my womb would indeed take root.

----

Later that day, long after I'd gotten a real breakfast and had made my bed, I once again broke out my test kit. I had two more packets left in the box and hoped that I'd be able to put them to good use before the day was out. Unfortunately, our second attempt didn't work, either. Oh, well. You know what they say about the third time: it's a charm, right?

I'd spent the entire morning naked and, I have to say, it was liberating. Now that we were having sex and trying to make a baby, I didn't see any reason in being clothed when I was at home alone with my father. I mean, what would be the point? Until I got pregnant, I wanted to make sure that I was ready for Dad at any moment, even if he might need some coaxing every now and then. With my ovulation cycle so close to ending, every second counted and time spent in getting undressed was time lost.

I went downstairs and found Dad in the living room, watching sports on TV. I walked boldly into the room, still naked, and sat down next to him in such a way that he'd have to be blind to ignore me. "Hello, Daddy! I got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

My father sighed deeply, but his eyes were already drinking my nakedness in wolfishly. I found it remarkable that, in so short a time, he seemed to be getting used to the idea of seeing me naked around the house. "I always prefer to get the bad news out of the way first, Sweetheart. You know that. So hit me."

I gently patted my tummy. "I'm STILL not pregnant."

"...okay," my father said carefully. "So what's the good news?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I've got at least another few hours before my ovulation cycle is over. Wanna see if the third time 'round is the winner?" I gave him a hopeful, playful look and smiled sweetly at him.

Dad, as usual, was caught by surprise at my timing. "Now? But I just sat down to-"

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, Daddy. It's now or we'll have to wait until next month. Although, if this one doesn't take, we can have a lot of fun getting some practice in..."

"Uhm, Natalie... about this 'practice' you keep mentioning... are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean, I get it when you're ovulating. But... I just don't know if we should be doing this-"

I cut him off again and fixed him with a stern look. "Daddy. Really? Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me that you DON'T enjoy fucking me? HONESTLY?"

"Well that's just it, honey," he answered plaintively. "I DO like fucking you! I'm afraid that I might like it TOO much!"

"I'm not," I said simply.

"Not liking it?"

"No, silly!" I said with exasperation. "I'm not afraid of you liking it too much! I'M having a blast! This whole incest thing... I didn't know just how exciting it could be until we tried it. I have a couple of friends who've done it and they swear by it... but, WOW, did they understate things! Having sex with my handsome, loving father is out of this world! Best sex I've EVER had! A thousand horses couldn't drag me away from this house as long as you're in it and ready to breed me!"

Dad, of course, was slow on the up-take. "...and you don't want to stop?"

"Never," I said quickly. "I want to keep this going for as long as we can."

"Until you find some boy," said Dad. "I mean, you ARE in college and I'm sure that some guy your age would-"

God, my father can be a real idiot sometimes! "Silly Daddy. No BOY is ever going to compare to you! Just like no other woman will ever be able to take Mom's place... except maybe me."

Dad shook his head in amazement. "I just can't believe that, yesterday, you were my good little girl. But today you're-"

"Daddy's little cum-dump?" I supplied helpfully. "Try not to think of it that way, Daddy. Think of it more like a gift. A very special gift that only I can give, the only part of Mom left in this world. Together, Daddy, we'll make more beautiful children."

"More?" Dad asked with a visible gulp.

"Only if we're lucky... and speaking of lucky, I think it's time to see if we can hit the jackpot before it's too late. Now's the best chance we'll have for another nineteen days before I can get pregnant again. Let's make you a daddy again." I started to lean in toward him for a kiss.

"Do you think this time might do the trick?" he asked as he took me in his arms, the TV now completely forgotten and relegated to nothing but background noise to our impending breeding session.

"I hope so, Daddy," I said as I wrapped my hands behind his neck and leaned back, pulling him down to the couch with me. "But, at the same time, I kind of hope not." He gave me a curious look. "I mean, we're gonna need a LOT of practice to get it right if it doesn't work this time. Right?"

My father smiled deviantly at that thought. "Practice, practice, practice," he said and then he grew solemn even as I worked my hands down and started to unbuckle his pants. "Thank you, my lovely daughter, for giving yourself to me like this."

I pushed his pants over his hips and started to stroke his long, stiff penis. "Anytime, Daddy. And... I really mean that: anytime. Any place, any time, any circumstance... anytime you want to fill me with your sperm, you just go right on ahead. Bend me over the couch, throw me on the bed, take me on the floor, have me in the shower- all I want is for you to be happy, Daddy. And to make you a father again."

As my father's large, throbbing cock began to fill my small, welcoming pussy, he said, "I love you, Sweetheart!"

"I love you, too, Daddy!"

Turns out that, yeah, the third time IS the charm!



The Gift



I come home from a long day to find the house empty. On the table, there ia a package from you, neatly wrapped with a big pink bow. I must have been good to deserve something special for no reason. I'm anxious to find what's in this box, but I take my time removing the tape, preserving the paper. I want to rip the paper like an impatient child on Christmas morning, but I don't. I want to savor how amazing it feels that you thought of something nice for me. 

Finally, when I've unwrapped the box and removed what was inside, my anxiousness at the surprise awaiting me has morphed into anticipation. You have made me so excited I could burst, but you aren't even in the room. Hell, you aren't even in the house. Right now, I just want to follow the instructions you've given me. Once I find you, I will find release.

I go into our bedroom and change, slipping on my favorite panties. I carefully place the toy you've left between my lips. I slide my panties up and press my thighs together, wiggling a bit to feel the hard toy press against my clit. 

"Fuck," I say, biting my lip. If I wasn't such a good girl I might go finger myself before I go to meet you. Nobly, I refrain, and I dress and finish grooming myself. I can feel myself getting more and more aroused as each moment passes, but again, I don't rush. Waiting just makes the release even better. 

I look myself over in the mirror one last time. 'No, the red lipstick looks too slutty,' I tell myself. I quickly wipe it off, applying a color one shade lighter than my lips instead. Pleased with my appearance, I hurry to find you. With each step, the toy bounces ever-so-slightly, and the wetness that leaks out of me reminds me how badly I need you. 

I feel my pulse racing as I wait through red lights and stop signs. I can feel the flush all across my face and chest, probably making me look as red as the signs. I don't care though. I turn the air conditioner up and try to slow my breathing. I don't want anyone noticing that I'm all worked up and ruining what you have planned. 

After what feels like forever, I park my car. I flip down the lighted mirror and check myself quickly. I'm surprised that my cheeks aren't the color of beets. There is a wanton look in my eye, and an overly keen observer might just figure out what's up. I giggle to myself, and try to look as ordinary as possible while I go to meet you. 

The air is cool inside the restaurant, thank goodness, and I tell the hostess that my date is waiting for me. She gives me a friendly smile and directs me toward your table. I expect to see you facing the direction I would come from, but instead your back is to me as I approach. You've forced me to have to announce my arrival. 

Gingerly, I place my fingertips on your shoulder. "Hi," I say, sitting down across from you.

You smile and take a sip of your water. My skin burns, and I wish I had water of my own. The ice cubes might help settle me down. But then I look at your mouth, and I get even hotter. There's no hope for me.

"Hello," you say softly, setting the perspiring glass onto the table. "You got my gift?" You ask me. You look so sly and proud of yourself at this moment, it is everything I can do to not leap over the table and devour you like an animal. Somehow, my instincts remain intact and I manage to answer your question.

"I did," I say, smiling. "Thank you so much." I tilt on the seat, pressing my knees together, and I moan softly. I want you to see how much I appreciate it. I bite my lip when I see that you notice.

I take deep breaths, trying to control myself, knowing the waiter will probably come any second and ask us if we want drinks. Yes, I want a fucking drink. 

"Why'd you decide to treat me? It's not my birthday or anything," I ask. 

"You don't like it?" I pray that the hurt puppy-dog look you're giving me is put on, because my poor slutty heart couldn't bear it if you thought I was being ungrateful.

My frown is in danger of turning into a pout. "No!" I say loudly. "Sorry. I like it, like a lot." I place my foot on your shin and gently stroke your leg through your pants while I give you a look that you know means remorse.

You sigh. "Maybe I spoil you too much?" You ask aloud. The waiter comes and then quickly returns with more icy liquids, which I desperately need. You ask me about my day, and if I checked the mail, and all the other mundane things you could think of while I pretended to be interested in the menu. We had never been to this restaurant before, and judging by the nearly complete lack of other customers, I doubted we would ever come back again. I finally settled on something I knew I wouldn't even eat along with a drink with various types of alcohol in it. I wasn't here for the food anyway.

When the waiter asks for our order, you motion for me to go first. Ever the gentleman! As I begin to speak, I feel the vibrator pressed against my clit start to buzz softly. I swallow, hoping the waiter doesn't catch on. However, I also tilt my pelvis forward just a tiny bit to press into the vibrator a little bit more. By the time I finish the order, you've increased the intensity four times. Now, there's a persistent, very pleasurable buzz making my clit tingle and my pussy drip.

You try asking me questions, but I am finding it harder and harder to speak. You turn the vibration down just a little, and now I can speak.

"Oh, god," I say. "I am so wet right now," I tell you.

"Good," you say. I move my foot up to your lap and feel your hardness pressing against the inside of your zipper. It feels good to know that you're enjoying this too. "How does it feel?"

"It feels so good," I say. 

"No one in here knows how close my little slut is to coming, do they?" You ask me.

I bite my lip and shake my head no as you increase the pulsations. It is even stronger than it was before. I resist the urge to rock my hips against the seat, deciding instead to press my thighs together as to not attract unwanted attention. The vibration escalates once again when the waiter returns with our booze. I quickly mutter "Thank you" to the table top in hopes that the waiter will go away. 

You let up on the intensity of the vibrations on my clit. Of course you aren't going to let me come so soon. We haven't even gotten to the main course yet. "Don't forget your drink," you say. I pick it up and drink from the straw, but as I suck I keep my eyes focused on yours. 

"I want more," I say, half-moaning. "Please," I plead. This time, I do move my hips just a little, hoping you will notice.

"Not yet," you say, turning the vibrating down very low. 

"No," I groan. I try to pout, but I laugh instead. You are going to draw this out for as long as possible. I'll need to remind myself later that waiting makes it more fun. "You wanna play a game?" You ask.

"Does it involve you bending me over this table and pounding my pussy?" I retort. Now I sound like a brat.

"You wish," you say. "It will be fun." You hold up the remote so I can see it. I get the hint and agree to play the game.

"You can see the front door from here, right?" you ask. I nod. "Good," you say. You take out your phone and type out a quick message. 

"Is this the game?" I wonder aloud. "You want me to tell you if I see things? Oh, here's a table. There's a glass of water." 

You give me a sour look. "Just wait. Keep looking at the door."

I skeptically do as I am told. I feel an instant reward as the vibrations on my clit increase. I want to look at you and smile and let my eyes tell you how much I love what you're doing to me, but instead I keep my eyes fixed on the door obediently. I bite my lip and groan lightly, praying that you'll hear but that no one else will.

A man walks through the door. He looks around a little, and then the hostess seats him at a table near us. "Do you see that man?" you ask, without turning to see who had entered.

"Yes," I say, turning to look at you. 

"Would you fuck that man?" you ask casually. 

"Um," I say, looking down at the table. "I don't know." 

"Yes or no," you say.

"I guess," I confess. I keep my eyes cast down, but then you increase the vibration again. 

"Look at the door," you tell me after you check the time on your phone. "Tell me if you would like to suck the next guy's cock."

I raise my eyes and look at the door. When a tall, good-looking man walks through, I immediately start thinking of his cock in my mouth. He was seated by the hostess at the same table as the first man.

"Well?" you ask.

"Yes," I say, breathlessly, as you turn up the vibrations once more. 

"Good," you tell me. Just then, the waiter comes back with our food. I had completely forgotten we were supposed to be eating. I glanced briefly at the waiter, sure that he knew how wet and horny I was. He was probably going to go right back to the kitchen and tell all the guys in the back what a whore was at table so-and-so. 

I gave the waiter a goofy smile and gave him a drawn-out "thank you." When he turned away, you took the remote and increased the vibrations just a little bit. You looked at the time, and told me again, "Look at the man who is about to come in the door." 

I nodded, and turned my eyes once more to the door. Another man came in, as attractive as the first two. In my mind, within seconds my naked body was hungrily pressed against his. I grunted as I thought about that man fucking me.

"You want to fuck him?" You ask.

"I would," I say, looking at you. My hands grip the sides of the table. "I need to be pounded," I tell you.

"You do," you reply. You turn the power up on the vibrator via the remote, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. "What are you thinking about right now?" You ask.

"Being fucked," I say. "Being fucked really hard."

"By whom?" You ask.

"You. Or those men. I don't care," I groan. "I need a cock in me!" I feel my cunt muscles beginning to clench. "I need a big fat cock in my tight pussy!" I moan as I come, looking at your sweet face. You decrease the vibration, though you don't turn the power off completely. Once again I put my foot in your lap, and your cock feels like rock. 

I take a long drink from my forgotten glass and clear my throat. "Thank you," I say, feeling woozy and warm all over.

"You will thank me," you say. "You are going to go into the men's room and wait for two minutes," you instruct me. "You can play with your pussy or do whatever you want. Just don't lock the door. And take your shirt and bra off so I can see your tits."

I take one last drink, stand, straighten my skirt, and hurry off toward the restrooms. I go in and turn on the light, and I look at myself in the mirror. I could try to count the seconds until you come, but I know I couldn't concentrate. Instead, I lean against the sink and remove my shirt and bra, setting them on top of my purse on the floor. My back is to the mirror, so I stand facing the door. I run my fingers over my hard nipples. 

Only then do I realize that any of the men who had come in could walk in, or any of the other staff or patrons of the restaurant. I squeezed my nipples as I thought half-panicked about our awkward waiter opening the door and getting an eyefull of my tits, or maybe one of those good-looking guys from the other table. It made me even wetter thinking about being caught like this. 

I continued to play with my nipples until the door opened. I didn't know if it had been twenty seconds or two minutes. I froze with my nipples pinched between my fingers while you slowly came through the door. You locked it behind you and came to me. "Hi, baby," you whispered into my ear. Your whisper melted into a kiss that traced my neck and shoulder as you wrapped your arms tight around my waist. As you pulled me toward you, I could feel how hard you were.

"Oh, hi," I mutter, enjoying being lavished with your kisses. One of my hands found it's way to your head, entangling with your hair as I pulled your mouth closer to me while the other one traveled to your lower back. I grabbed your ass and pulled you toward me as your hot mouth made its way to my nipple. I moaned and arched my back toward you. "I want you," I say breathlessly.

"Mmmm." You now have my other nipple in your mouth while your hand manipulates the first one. 

"Fuck me," I say. "Please?"

You take my nipple in your teeth and shake your head. 

"I need your cock!" I plead. "I need it in me!"

Your hand leaves my breast and I can hear you undoing your belt while your mouth still devours my nipples. "Yes, give me that big fat cock!" I reach down and start stroking your cock before you have it completely out of your pants.

Of course it is incredibly hard. You remove your mouth from my nipple, much to my disappointment. You press your mouth to mine briefly, your tongue quickly exploring my hot mouth. I feel your hand at the back of my neck and the other at my waist, and I obey as you begin to turn around. Then, you start pushing my shoulders downward. 

Once I realize what you want, I stop kissing you and sink down to my knees on the cold tile. I take your shaft in my hand and start stroking it. You put your hand on the back of my head and gently push me toward your rigid cock. I place my tongue beneath the head and lick up and around the head. You pet my hair in approval, and I open my mouth to take your cockhead into my mouth. I start to gently suck while I grip the length of your prick with my hand. I take a little more of you into my mouth, and you groan with pleasure. 

I remove my hand from your shaft while I work your cock deeper into my mouth. I take your balls into my hand and softly caress them as your cock begins to press into my throat. I breathe deeply through my nose as I open my throat and let your cock inside. You grunt and now your other hand is on my head, wrapped in my hair and pushing my face deeper into your crotch. 

I choke a little, but you don't let up just yet. You grind into me just a little more, forcing your cock that much deeper into my throat. You withdraw a little so I can catch my breath, but then you force me forward a little harder. I squeal with delight as your cock violates my throat. You moan and pull your cock out so only the tip rests in my mouth. I can taste your precum, and saliva drips down my chin. I briefly note that it is good that I removed my shirt. 

You stroke the back of my head with your thumb before you encourage my face forward again. I stretch my mouth to accommodate your hard cock, and I prepare my throat to take it as well. You thrust down my throat again and again, now fucking my face with a regular rhythm, using my hair for more leverage. I make gurgling sounds as you use my head as your fuck-toy, gasping for breaths between your thrusts. I continue to massage your balls while you fuck my mouth, and I hear your breaths become more rapid. I know you are getting close. 

I look up and see you staring down at me, your eyes fixed on me. Your mouth is an "O" as you moan. "Fuck, fuck, you are such a little whore," you say when you catch me looking at you. "You're going to eat my come, you fucking slut," you tell me, jerking my hair just a little bit harder. If I could speak right now, I would tell you to fill me up with your hot cum. 

As if you were reading my mind, you plant your cock as far back into my throat as it will go, forcing my nose against your pubes. I gag a little, and your cock twitches. The cum starts shooting into my throat, and you start to pull out, a river of cum flowing over my tongue and down my throat. I suck hungrily on your cock head when it gets near my lips. When you stop shooting cum, you pull your dick out and pull up your pants. I stand, and you pull me close for another kiss while you tweak my nipple with your thumb and forefinger. 

"That was a nice thank you for the present," you say. I run my tongue along the inside of my mouth, tasting your cum a little more. 

I smile. "It was a very nice gift. Maybe we can play with it some more?" I ask.

"We can," you say, leaning back to watch me put my bra and shirt back on. "I think I might invite those guys to sit at our table." You say as you leave the men's room. 



The Gift



I first met Kelli as a friend of my daughter. I helped her in college in selecting her business and accounting courses. She was an accounting major. I also helped her with some course work when she got stuck.

She is 22, cute and smart. She has brown hair with a touch of red and beautiful green eyes. Your typical girl next door. Her smile lights up a room.

Near last Christmas I bumped into her at a local supermarket. She had graduated and was working in the accounting department of a local utility. We exchanged business cards and I noticed she works near where I do. We agreed to meet for lunch.

We had lunch together at a tavern near our offices. We talked about her job. She thanked me for helping her over the four years of college.

I got a text a from Kelli a few days later. She said she had a gift for me. Kelli wanted to meet for dinner the following Friday after work. She drove over after work to my condo about 6:30 and then we drove in my car to a local seafood restaurant. We had dinner and then drove back to my place.

Arriving back at my place I put on some music on my new sound system and got some beers from the frig. I didn't see a package so I thought either she left it in her car or that she had a gift card for me.

"You know you didn't have to buy anything for helping you."

'Well...I really didn't buy you anything. I'm the gift."

"Excuse me?"

"Sex with me is the gift."

"Kelli are you serious?"

"Very serious"

Kelli's idea shocked me a bit. This was coming from a young lady who graduated from the local private Catholic high school and the local Catholic university 

I lead her back to my bedroom. I thought she was going to back out but she didn't. Kelli took off her slacks and blouse and sat on the bed in her bikini panties and bra. I took off my clothes down to my briefs.

I hugged and kissed her, reaching around to back to unhook her bra. That move totally surprised her. She was a bit nervous. I gently removed her bra from her shoulders. What a beautiful sight. A nice set of 36B's.

"You know Kelli the thing about sex is that you have to be naked to enjoy it." That got a giggle out of her. 

"Kelli are you sure you want to do this?"

"Positive. Except there is one problem. I'm still a virgin" 

"That isn't a problem." But why do you want to give it up to me? Why not someone 

around your own age?"

"My mom said you've lonely since your divorce. I felt sorry for you because you were so nice to me when I was in college. I'm going to lose my virginity sooner or later so why not with someone I really like and trust."

We both lied down on the bed. I slowly took off her panties by sliding them down her beautiful legs and I took off my briefs. Then I began fondling her beautiful breasts and playing with the her pretty pink nipples. I kissed and sucked on them like a hungry man eats a steak dinner. Kelli had an orgasm. I wanted her well lubricated before I tried to enter her. The fragrance from her perfume was intoxicating.

Kelli got on top of me and started to play with my penis. After a while I gently pushed her off and got on top of her. I got the KY jelly and started to put some inside of her pussy. I also sucked on her tits again. She came once more.

I knew she was ready. Figuring she was not on birth control I put on a Rough Rider condom.

"Kelli one last time. Are you sure you want to do this? I can stop now."

"100% positive. I'm ready for you!"

I got on top of her and gently spread her beautiful legs apart. Her pussy looked like a flower bud ready to bloom. I began to enter her virgin pussy a little at a time. Kelli guided me in. She started to moan a bit. Then I hit the barrier. I eased out a bit and pushed in again. It didn't break. This time I eased out a lot more and pushed a lot harder. Bingo. It broke. Kelli screamed when it broke. I told her "Take it easy honey. This is where the fun begins."

I began thrusting. Kelli came a few times and I climaxed too. We cuddled for a while and then Kelli got cleaned up and dressed. I got dressed and walked her to her car on the parking lot. I hugged and kissed her goodbye.

I sent to her office a dozen red roses in a vase. The card I sent with the flowers thanked her for the "gift". 

I thought that was going to be it; a one night stand. But Kelli surprised me by texting if we could get together again over the holidays. Of course I agreed.

Christmas eve and day were lonely for me. I got a text from Kelli saying that she was at a family dinner on Christmas Eve that she couldn't get out to see me. Later I got another text from Kelli asking if we could spend New Year's Eve together. I told her I would make us dinner and to be over by 6 PM. She agreed.

New Year's Eve couldn't come fast enough. I made us dinner; homemade spaghetti meat sauce. 

My doorbell rang at exactly at 6PM. It was Kelli looking stunning as ever. We hugged and kissed. I got the wine bottle open and we started dinner.

She admitted to me that I had hurt her our first time but "it was a good kind of hurt."

She hit me with two surprises. The first one was that she is now on the pill. She got on it thru Planned Parenthood since our last time together. I suggested we still use condoms to be safe. The second surprise was that her parents were out of town for a few days visiting friends. She could spend New Year's Eve and New Year's Day with me. She had phone calls to the house phone transferred to her cell.

I had a surprise for her. I saw she needed a watch so I got her one. A ladies Citizens Eco-Drive watch. 

After dinner she disappeared for a while. She came back to the living room wearing one of my old flannel shirts, her panties and as I later found out had also ditched her bra. I've never seen my old flannel shirt look better!

We had sex on the sofa that night. Kelli was a lot less nervous this time than the first. I made sure her pretty boobs got a good workout. Plus her pussy was stretched a bit so it made entering her a lot easier. I used KY this time just to be sure. I wouldn't want to hurt my angel. The sex was fantastic.

I awoke on New Year's Day to Kelli laying naked on top me playing with my penis. We had sex again. Nothing too adventurous; just the standard missionary position.

I made us brunch and we both cleaned up. Kelli showered and dressed. She had to get home before her parents got back. We agreed to meet again next Saturday for dinner.

Saturdays became our time together. Kelli would drive over for an early dinner. Either I would cook or bring food back. We would watch a movie or listen to some music and then have our weekly sex session. Kelli would fix up and then leave for home around midnight or so. Most guys would be happy with this arrangement but I wanted more. After three months of this arrangement I asked her to move in with me.

I'm not going to go into details about the problems with Kelli's parents but let's just say the problems are sort of resolved. 

She finally moved in with me in late April.

I surprised Kelli with a late summer vacation to Ireland. Before we come back to the US we are stopping in London for a few days.

It's early on a Saturday morning. I gaze over at Kelli next to me soundly sleeping. I can't believe how beautiful she looks sleeping in the early morning light. I don't know where this ride is going to lead but I'm in for the full adventure.

Thank you Kelli for your lovely gift!



The Gift



I had been a fireman for many years in a county outside a large metropolitan area in the eastern US. I had been on many calls and seen many things. Early in 1990, I was on duty and we were dispatched for a structure fire in our first due area. The radio said there was heavy smoke showing as we marked responding and they added additional companies to assist. 

Usually, I drove the fire truck, but tonight I was assigned to ride officer. As we turned the corner, I could see smoke billowing from the house at the end of the street, 1410 Berkshire Lane. My firefighter and I pulled a line and headed for the front door when a hysterical woman stopped me screaming that her baby was still inside. I asked her where she was and she said, "Second floor, front bedroom!" We went to the front door and donned our breathing apparatus, I told the other guy to check the other bedroom and I would go to the front bedroom. We made it up the steps and could see fire in the bathroom. 

My partner hit the fire which allowed me to get to the bedroom. On the floor, I found a limp body and began dragging it to the front door. I got it outside and in the floodlights saw that it was a 15 year old girl in her nightgown. She wasn't breathing, so I stopped and gave her mouth to mouth resuscitation. Soon she coughed and I knew she was breathing on her own and carried her to the ambulance where they started working on her. I went back to my partner and helped him put out the fire with the help of the other companies. I never thought anything about it.

A week later, this woman showed up at the station when I was on duty and had a young girl with her. "You don't remember us, do you?" she asked. 

"No ma'am, I'm sorry," I replied. 

"I'm Mrs. Bradley and this is my daughter Nicole." I thought a moment, still didn't ring any bells. 

Then Nicole spoke up, "You saved my life last week when there was a fire at our house," she smiled. 

"1410 Berkshire," her mom said. 

"Oh yes, I remember, glad to see you're doing well Nicole. How do you feel?" I asked.

"Fine, thanks to you," she shyly said. Her mom told me that Nicole had insisted on seeing me and thanking me in person for my help. We sat there and talked about a half an hour and then we got a call and had to leave, "See you again soon Mr. Parks," Nicole said as I climbed in the fire truck. I didn't see her for quite some time, but I did get letters and pictures from her at least once a year. Her pictures were so good, she was growing up and becoming quite a little hottie! 

It had been 3 years since the fire on Berkshire and Nicole had kept in touch with her letters and pictures and an occasional phone call. In that 3 years, my marriage had failed and I was alone again. I concentrated on my job and dated a little, but couldn't quite get into romance again. 

I went to work one morning and the captain getting off told me that a sweet looking blonde girl had been in the day before wanting to know when I worked again. He said he hoped I didn't mind, but he had given her my home address and phone number. "She was a knockout Jeff," he told me. 

It was April 20th, my next 4 days off and I was in the afternoon, drinking some iced tea when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to this gorgeous blonde standing there. I remembered from her pictures that it was Nicole, but she hadn't sent me a recent picture. Her pictures had not done her justice! 

"Come in Nicole," I stammered, feeling like a fool. She came in and we went into the living room and sat down. There was small talk about how we'd each been and she told me she was leaving for college this fall. 

"I never forgot you Jeff, or what you did," she said.

"It was nothing Nicole," I replied. 

"But, if it weren't for you Jeff, I wouldn't be sitting here today."

"Seeing you here is plenty of thanks," I replied. 

"You're too modest Jeff," she told me. She went on to tell me that she had been accepted at a good college and had received an academic scholarship. 

"That's great Nicole, no one deserves it more than you," I told her. 

"Jeff," she said, "I only have a few months left before I leave and I wanted to show you my appreciation for what you did and I have a gift for you," she smiled. I hadn't seen her carrying anything in, so I just sat back and told her that it wasn't necessary.

"Oh, but it is Jeff, it is to me. Tell me that you will accept my gift Jeff, please." 

I thought about it for awhile and finally said "Sure."

"Jeff, my gift to you is my virginity." 

You could have knocked me over with a feather! "Nicole, you can't be serious?" I said.

"Please don't disappoint me Jeff, I've thought for the last 3 years what it was I could give you that was special and personal. Several guys have tried to get it, but I saved it for you!" My heart was pounding, this little blonde had to be the most gorgeous creature I had seen in a long time. "If you turn me down Jeff, it will devastate me," and she began to cry. I came over and sat next to her and hugged her and told her that everything was ok, I would be honored. "I've never had sex Jeff, so be gentle and I want you to teach me how to make love." 

Was I dreaming???? "When did you want to do this," I nervously asked her. 

"Tonight, of course," was her answer, "I asked and you are on your days off." I sat there staring at her, not believing what my ears had heard. "This is my gift to you Jeff, my thank you for saving my life." 

I needed a drink! I had a drink and she asked me to fix her one too and I did. We sat there and she started telling me about her experiences. "I have sucked cock, Jeff and, guys have played with my titties, but no one got near what I had saved for you." 

Soon, the alcohol started having its effect and I was more relaxed and I could tell she was too. "Do I look nice Jeff?" she asked. "I bought this dress just for you."

"You look great baby," I replied and she stood up and modeled for me. She had shoulder length blonde hair which shone in the light, and was wearing a red satiny dress," Firemen love red, I'm told," she said as I stared. 

"Yes, we do Nicole." 

My eyes went back to her body, she had very nice tits, about 34b, I'd guess and a flat tummy and beautiful legs- just perfect! We finished our drinks and she said, "Can we go to your bedroom Jeff?" We started up the stairs and she walked ahead of me. I watched her tender ass sway in front of me and as she got ahead of me, I caught a glimpse of red satin panties as she climbed the stairs. I was so nervous when we reached my bedroom and she let me walk past her and closed and locked the door. 

I sat on the bed and she came over and sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. I was apprehensive at first, but she worked her tongue into my mouth and soon our tongues were dueling and I felt my cock start to harden. She took an arm from around my neck and dropped it to my crotch and began rubbing my hard on through my jeans. A moan escaped from her lips as she stroked my cock. 

"You are so big Jeff, I hope I can take it all," she whispered. Then she got up and asked me to stand. She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then my t shirt. Her hands worked at my belt and jeans and soon they were crumples at my feet. She lifted my legs one at a time and took my jeans off, then she pulled my boxers down and did the same thing. She dropped to her knees and my rock hard cock was staring her in the face. She grasped the base with her hand and guided it towards her mouth, her lips opened and her tongue came out to greet it. 

My cock and her tongue disappeared into her mouth at the same time and she began to suck my ever so softly and pump my cock with her hand in unison with her sucking. She started slowly at first and then eased more and more into her warm mouth, soon I could feel the back of her mouth as she pumped my cock in and out over those sweet lips. She looked up at me with her blues wide and I could feel my sperm making it's trip. Soon, I spasmed as my hot jism flooded her beautiful mouth and spilled out onto her chin. She sucked me dry and then pushed the remaining cum on her chin into her mouth, "You taste great Jeff," she smiled. 

Then, she told me it was her turn and turned around and pulled her long blonde hair up and asked me to unzip her. I got up and complied and her red satiny dress fell in a heap on the floor. She kicked it over to the side and turned back around. Now, she stood before me in her red satin panties and matching bra. "Finish me, " she said and I unclasped her bra and slid it off, putting it with her dress. She took my hands and put them on her pert tits and I massaged them and squeezed her nipples ever so lightly. 

She cooed as I rubbed her tits and her head went back and that beautiful blonde hair fell off her shoulders. I bent forward and took one of the inviting nipples in my mouth, relishing it's perfect size and shape. She continued to moan as I went from one to the other and then she pushed my hands down to those satin panties. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them over her hips, they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. 

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide to let me fully appreciate my gift. I dropped to my knees and eased my head up to her warm snatch. I inhaled a whiff of her sweet musk and it intoxicated me, then I blew ever so lightly on her golden pubic hairs and she moaned again. With my hands, I pushed up her hood and gazed at her swollen clit and began rubbing it with my finger and she gasped and juices began to flow from her tight hole. I extended my tongue and let them run over it and then ventured into this prize, this gift of a lifetime. I suckled her vulva and her vagina and slid my tongue over her clit. "No one has ever done this to me Jeff, you're the first," she gasped as her orgasm built. Soon, her hands grabbed my head and pushed my tongue in further and she screamed and filled my mouth with her juices. 

After her orgasm, she lay motionless on the bed and I got up and lay next to her. "God, that felt so good," she said. She saw my face and told me she wanted to taste herself and began licking my chin and kissing me. My cock began to rise again and she put her hand around it, "Oh Jeff, I want this so bad. I've waited so long." 

She gently stroked it and squeezed the head lightly as she did. She moved down and took it in her mouth again and marveled at it as she suckled it. I eased my hand between her legs and slowly stroked her clit, it was still swollen. I eased a finger in and shortly met her maidenhead, I pushed on it and she jerked, "It's gonna hurt when I push through this Nicole, I just want you to know." She smiled up at me with my cock in her hand and said." I know, my girlfriends have told me that, but they say it's an exquisite pain," and she smiled again. 

She returned to lazily sucking on my cock and marveled each time it grew, "It certainly is nice," she said as she pulled it over her lips. I slowly massaged her clit and daubed my fingers in her vagina up to her maidenhead. Her pussy was getting very wet again and I paused and brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked them, she sure was tasty. The next time I pulled my fingers out, she caught my hand and brought them to her mouth and sucked them individually, "Do you like how I taste?" she asked questioningly. 

"Very good Nicole, very good," I replied. 

She smiled up at me and the innocence in her face was adorable, the wonder in her eyes could make you drunk. "Touch me again Jeff," she asked so adoringly. I slid my hand back and rubbed her clit and stroked her blonde curls on her mound, she pushed my hand lower and I was sopn over her anus and she pushed my finger towards the entrance.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "would you like to have that too Jeff?" I couldn't believe my ears, then she looked at me and said, "If it weren't for you Jeff, I wouldn't even be here. I owe you everything and anything I have is yours." 

I dipped my finger back in her warm, wet pussy and coated it with her juices and returned it to her puckered littl anus and worked it back and forth until it went in. "Ahhh, that feels strange," she remarked, "but interesting," she added. I worked my finger in and out of her ass and soon she was meeting my strokes. 

"If you totally relax your ass muscles Nicole, penetration is not too bad," I told her. I felt her ass totally relax and I began probing deeper and then I moved up to my thumb. She squealed when my thumb went in and then she giggled and remarked that it felt good. With my other hand, I began stroking her clit and inserted a finger in her pussy. Her juices flowed over my fingers and her breathing got erratic. 

"Oh God Jeff, I'm cummmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnngggg, " as her juices poured over my hand and her ass clamped down on my thumb. She began thrashing on the bed and riding both my hands as she let go, it was wonderful. As her orgasm subsided, I withdrew my hands and she came up and kissed my passionately. "Oh Jeff, it's just like I imagined it would be. I'm ready for your cock now, I don't think I can get any more lubricated." She eased back up on the bed and spread her legs and I positioned myself between her open legs. She grabbed my cock and led it to her hot cunt and began feeding it to herself. 

She stopped when she got to her hymen and said, "I'll leave the rest up to you Jeff. Don't stop, it's ok, I want you to take me." I eased up against her hymen and when I hit it, I pulled back a little and jammed it through. "Aaarrrrrggggghhhh, it hurts!!" she cried, "but please don't stop Jeff." 

When I was fully inside of her I paused for a moment and let her vagina get used to it's intruder and then began thrusting in and out. Slow at first and then I picked up speed. Before long, her pelvis was meeting my thrusts and I could feel the blood oozing out around my cock. I bent forward and took her tits in my mouth one at a time and sucked on them and she started to moan out loud. 

"Oh God Jeff, this is great!!! Fuck me harder, I like it when it's all in me." I pumped in and out and her tempo grew as she reached another orgasm. Her vagina tightened around my cock and she began milking my cock with her vaginal muscles as she leapt toward her orgasm. Her breathing got erratic and then stopped all together for a moment and then she screamed in ecstacy. Her orgasm and her vaginal muscles and her newly deflowered pussy all combined to pull the cum out of me. 

"I'm cumming Nicole!!!" I screamed and she said, "Give it to me Jeff, fill me up with your seed." My balls exploded as squirt after squirt of jism filled up her tight canal. Each inward push made my cum vacate her tight hole and it oozed out around my cock and mixed with her juices and her blood from her torn hymen. I fell spent on top of her as my cock emptied the last of my load in her. 

She smiled up at me, "That was even better than my girlfriend said it would be. Your hot cum in me felt great, don't worry Jeff, I'm on the pill." With that I kissed her on the forehead and lay back down on her with my ear resting on her tit. 

She giggled as my cock deflated and pulled itself out, "That Tickles," she laughed. 

Then we got up and went into the bathroom and I turned on the shower and we climbed in. The water felt good pouring over me, and I just stood there staring at this ripe, luscious child in front of me. She caught me looking, "What's wrong Jeff?" I watched as the water ran down over her perky little tits and ran down her stomach and into that wonderful spot between her legs. 

"Nothing," I said. "I just feel like I died and went to heaven," and I smiled at her. 

She threw her arms around me and hugged me and then kissed me. "I will always remember this night Jeff, the night I gave myself to the man who is responsible for my being here. You are my hero Jeff, and I love you." 

She put her head on my shoulder and I rubbed her back as tears ran from my eyes. No one had ever done anything so noble or beautiful for me in my life. We bathed each other, toweled off and went to the bedroom. We put on bathrobes and went downstairs for a drink. She sat next to me on the sofa and we cuddled as we sipped our drinks. I stroked her shoulder length blonde hair and marveled at how it shone. she looked up at me and I bent down and locked over her mouth. Her hand went over and spread my bathrobe and took my growing cock in her hand and stroked it tweaking the head lightly. Our kiss ended and she bent down and took me in her mouth again and sucked me very slowly. 

She struggled to get it all in her mouth, and finally succeeded and was swirling her tongue around it. One hand massaged my balls as the other pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. I reached over and parted her bathrobe and played with those beautiful tits as my angel gorged herself on my cock. She moaned deeply and the vibrations of her moan transferred to my cock and I let loose with another load. She was able to swallow most of it, but a little bit leaked out and fell on my balls. 

After my cock was done, she pulled her mouth off and licked the cum off my balls. she sat up and we finished our drinks. "What time do you have to be home?" I asked. "Dad thinks I'm spending the weekend at my girlfriend's and mom knows where I am and what I'm doing. She encouraged me to do this after I told her it was what I wanted, dad wouldn't understand but mom does." 

We kissed and I got up and picked her up and carried her back up to my bed. I told her to get on her hands and knees and she did it without hesitation. I pushed her head down slightly which caused her ass to go higher in the air and climbed up behind her. I threw my bathrobe on the floor with hers and began licking her from behind. I started at the top of her ass and licked all the way down to her pussy which was already wet again.

I forced my tongue into her ass hole and she tensed up, "Remember what I told you sweetie, RELAX," and she did. I plunged my tongue in and out of her ass and went around and coated my tongue with her love juices and carried them back to her ass. I worked my thumb into her ass again and let her get accustomed to it, then I moved up and stuck my cock in her wet pussy and pumped her a few times to lube it. 

I paused at the entrance to her last virginal hole and then eased it on in. She jumped as the head broke through and I had to remind her to relax again and she did. I got about half of it in and started a slow pumping action as her ass got used to this intruder. Soon, her ass became like elastic around my cock as I picked up the pace and she started to enjoy it a little.

Before too long, I was hitting it pretty hard and she squealed each time I was fully inside her tight little ass. I saw her reach down and start fingering her clit as I pistoned in and out of her little brown hole. I grabbed hold of her hips and held on as I pumped and pumped. Soon she began to spasm her tight asshole and it was more than I could stand and I filled up her tight little hole with my cum, she soon joined me in her orgasm and we both collapsed again. She asked me to leave my cock in her ass, she wanted to see what it felt like drawing out as it softened and I did. She didn't giggle this time but said it still felt good. We both fell asleep, my blonde angel in my arms and my hand over her chest. We had the whole weekend to look forward to!!



The Gift



A woman receives a gift that can either be a blessing or a curse.

This story is somewhere between a non-romance short story and a non-erotic semi-occult fantasy. It is very, very tame on the erotic side. There are some rough reference to a serial rapist, but no activity is described. 

If you are looking for something stronger, try some of my other stories.

But if you are looking for a short, quirky little story that will possibly make you think, smile, or even laugh when it is over, read on.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

 

This warning probably doesn't apply to this story, but I put it at the beginning of all my stories so that everyone is warned that I write some pretty heavy stuff. If you look up other stuff by me, you have been warned.

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician.

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

It was hot... the kind of heat that slaps you in the face and takes your breath away when you dare to venture outside the protection of your cocoon of air conditioning. It was the kind of heat that causes the world to shimmer around you and creates mirages of water over the highways. It was the kind of heat that makes you distrust what your eyes think they see through the distortion of the intense sun. It was exactly that kind of heat. And that's why Karen Baker didn't believe what her eyes were showing her as she drove the little-used desert highway through southern Nevada.

Walking beside the roadway in the intense heat was what her mother would have called a "babushka"-- an elderly woman from the old country. She was pulling a small, two-wheeled shopping cart behind her as she walked. The gray hair of her head was covered in a black, triangular bandana. Her shoulders were draped with a heavy, black shawl that covered a gray sweater. Thick, black stockings wrapped her legs. Over all of that, she was covered in a thin coating of desert dust that swirled around her as she trudged slowly along, swaying slightly from side to side with each step.

It wasn't until Karen had passed the old woman that she realized that what she was seeing was actually real. She slowed and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Then, after checking that there was no other traffic, she slowly backed up until she was alongside the stooped figure. She pushed the button to roll down the passenger side window. The heat immediately swam into the car and washed against her face as she leaned over and said, "Do you need a ride?"

The woman turned her wrinkled face toward her, but said nothing. Karen thought for a moment of the Christmas Witch Doll which her grandmother used to put somewhere in the Christmas tree each year. 

"Can I help you?" Karen said.

The ancient crone smiled. It was an almost toothless smile. Then she said, "No, I am beyond anyone's help, but it would be nice to be out of the heat for a while."

Karen was perplexed by that odd answer, but replied, "Get in. I will take you into town."

She got out and helped the woman put her small cart into the back seat. Then she opened the front door and helped her into the seat. "What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere in this heat?" she asked.

The woman merely smiled at her. It wasn't until Karen had resumed driving that the woman finally spoke. "My daughters don't want to be near me when I leave," she said. Then she laughed. It was the same laugh that Karen's grandmother used to use when telling the story of the Babushkas who used to be in her village. There was another name that she sometimes used for them, but Karen could not remember the Russian word. It meant witch, but not in an evil sense... usually.

"It is my time," the woman said. "But my daughters don't want my gift because unless you have the proper heart, the gift becomes a curse."

She looked over at Karen and smiled again. "Yes," she said, nodding her head as she spoke. "I'm a Baba, as was my mother and her mother before her. But my daughters do not have the proper heart. For them the gift would become a curse... and they know it."

The woman paused and made a smacking sound with her lips as she shrugged her shoulders. "So," she continued, "they drove me out, and while I was gone, they fled, never to return."

She sighed. It was a very deep sigh that tore at Karen's heart as she heard it. "I could not pass on the gift. And so, I wander looking for them so that at last I can go in peace."

She turned again and grinned at Karen. Many questions filled her head, but the first that escaped from her mouth was "What do mean, 'Gift'?"

"It is a gift," the woman replied, "that I must pass on to my blood. But it is a gift in two parts. Almost anyone can receive the first part." She laughed. Again the sound was the same as when Karen's grandmother had told her of the Baba Yagas. 

Baba Yaga! The name came suddenly to her mind as soon as she heard the woman cackle a second time. Along with the name came the image of her grandmother's face leaning in and wagging her finger at her as she gave the stern warning, "Never, ever, let a Baba Yaga complete the circle with you... never!"

The old woman's voice drew her back to the present. "But the second part of the gift can only go to someone who is pure of heart." She cackled again. "Or at least more pure of heart than the average woman."

She looked over at Karen and smiled. Somehow, this time, her face seemed younger. Maybe it was her eyes. They were such kind eyes. They reminded Karen of her grandmother when she was in a really good mood. Both her mother and her mother's mother were very kind and loving... at times. 

They truly could be loving, but most of the time they had to work at it. They had lived hard lives and anger was much closer to the surface in both of them than love.

Karen smiled back at the old woman and said, "Thank you, but I am just a normal, everyday woman doing what anyone would do."

After a short cackle that was almost a snort, the old woman said, "Margarita wouldn't have stopped for me." She smiled once again before adding, "... neither would have Nina." She pronounced it "Neeeena," drawing out the "e" sound.

Karen almost slammed the brakes in shock. Her grandmother was Margarita. Her mother was Nina. She turned to look at the woman in fear that bordered on terror. How did she know their names?

She old woman bobbed her head as she slowly spoke, "I named her Margarita after my mother. That's the tradition in the old country." She pointed to herself and said, "She named her daughter Nina after me."

She turned to fully face Karen and said, "You are blood of my blood, and you are worthy."

Karen felt the wheels of the car begin to dig into the soft gravel on the edge of the shoulder and turned her attention back to the road. After she was totally back on the highway, she began slowing down so that she could safely pull off onto the side of the road. But before she could bring the car to a stop, the woman's voice spoke a final time, "The gift is passed," she said. "Now I can depart. Use it well."

When the wheels finally came to a stop, Karen was alone in the car. She looked at the empty seat beside her and then at the back seat where she had placed the battered two-wheeled shopping cart. It, too, was empty. But on the seat, in the pattern of the wire that formed the cart, was an outline of dust.

Karen reached back and rubbed it lightly with her fingers as if she were trying to convince her own mind that she had not gone insane. After looking all around inside and outside of the vehicle several times and concluding that she was definitely alone, she restarted the car and headed for Vegas.

Las Vegas was her destination. The purpose of this trip was to meet her fiancé and get married there. It wasn't exactly an elopement because he was coming from California and she was coming from Kansas, but they were, in fact, running away to get married.

They had met on the internet and everything had clicked between them. She had met him twice in person. In both instances, he was on business trips that brought him to the Kansas City area. He stayed over for the weekend and took her out to dinner and took her to movies and took her to visit local attractions and, of course, he took her to his bed.

Kevin was an almost perfect lover. He seemed to have her pleasure more on his mind than his, and she reached orgasm each time they made love. When he proposed marriage to her in a recent chat, she immediately accepted and they made plans to meet in Las Vegas to be married at one of the chapels there.

Her strange meeting with the old woman on the road had delayed her and now she was cutting things very close for the wedding time they had reserved at the chapel. Kevin was waiting for her at the hotel. As soon as she got to the room she quickly changed and they left for the Marriage License Bureau.

There was no real problem with getting the license. They had filled out the pre-registration forms on-line and the office was open until midnight 365 days of the year. The problem was that, at this time of the year, the better wedding chapels of Las Vegas are booked solid for weeks at a time. It only took a few minutes to get the license, but even so, they arrived at the wedding chapel a scant five minutes before their reserved time.

Two couples who had reserved times after them were already waiting. Kevin and Karen rushed to the front where they and the official witnesses gathered before the wedding chapel pastor. The ceremony was wonderful and everything that Karen had imagined it would be up until the point where the pastor told them to join hands and face each other for the vows.

As soon as Karen took Kevin's hands in her own, images began flooding through her mind. She could see Kevin at school as a child. Images of him in the woods behind his parents' home flashed through her mind. She could even hear the squeals and screams of the dogs and cats as he tortured them. Then images of four other women flashed in front of her. They were at dinner, at the movies, in bed... and in caskets. The images caught up to her first weekend with Kevin in Kansas City. She saw herself coming out of the bathroom in that special nighty she had purchased for that night. 

The images then seemed to loop back in time and she heard herself gasp as she saw more women. They were lying face down on the grass, their dresses bunched obscenely around their waists, a bright red bandana tied around their throats. Time seemed to jump again and her second weekend with Kevin flickered by, followed by another woman-- again face down on the grass.

For just an instant the image was of her standing where she was, holding onto Kevin's hands. Then the images moved on to Jamaica, where Kevin had said that they would honeymoon. They were walking on the beach together.

A series of images followed with Karen in a house somewhere, and then blackness that cleared slightly to reveal her lying in a casket with Kevin grinning down at her while saying in an almost crying voice to people standing behind him, "I loved her so."

The final image before Karen jerked her hands free of Kevin's grip was a pair of hands opening an envelope from an insurance company. The large check inside was payable to Kevin Jerome and carried the notation, "For the accidental death of spouse, Karen Jerome."

Karen stood trembling before the startled minister and witnesses. She frantically looked around the room as if looking for a place to run. Then her gaze settled on the two couples who were waiting for the next ceremonies.

She rushed down the aisle and grabbed the hands of the first groom. A series of images flashed through her mind, stopping at an image of a frail old man sitting at the bedside of a very old woman. He was wiping her forehead with a damp cloth and saying, "I will join you soon, my love."

Karen released his hands and said to both of them, "You are very blessed. Love each other well."

She then grabbed the hands of the second groom. Again images flashed through her head. This time, however, they ended in a small, squalid room with a bed alongside a kitchen area. The woman was standing in the middle of the room crying though swollen eyes and swollen lips. The man was sitting at the table drinking directly from a bottle of vodka.

Karen released his hands and said to the bride, "You are cursed. This man is a drunk who will beat you. Leave now while you can."

Then she ran back and once again grabbed Kevin's hands. The images once more flashed through her mind, but this time she was ready for them. As the images flashed by, she began yelling at Kevin, "You are a twisted serial rapist and killer. You have killed before and you are marrying me only to kill me for the insurance."

Kevin tried to break loose, but Karen held on even more tightly as she screamed, "I will stop you! I will stop you! I will stop you!"

Kevin finally broke loose and ran toward the door. A security guard and LV Police officer were hurrying in, summoned by the pastor's secretary who had heard the screaming.

"Stop him," Karen screamed. "He's the Glenboro Strangler!"

Kevin made the mistake of trying to bull his way through the two officers. The security man was an ex-Marine and the LV officer was well-trained. He found himself almost immediately lying on the floor in handcuffs.

"How do you know this?" the LV officer asked as they raised Kevin to his feet.

"I know," answered Karen in a voice shaking with sobs. "I know." Then she sighed deeply as she slid the engagement ring off her hand and dropped it to the ground.

"There is a metal box hidden beneath the back seat of his car," she said slowly. "It contains trophies from at least six murders. There are also pictures of four previous wives that he married under various names and killed for their life insurance."

Kevin, or whatever his name really was, struggled futilely in the security guard's grip and screamed the officer's question at her, "How do you know this?"

She smiled at him and said softly, "Never let a Baba Yaga complete the circle with you."

She laughed and added, "... especially if you have something to hide in your past... or in your future." She laughed again and was surprised at how high-pitched her laugh now sounded.

A few minutes later, another officer entered the chapel carrying a flat, brown metal box. He raised the lid to show it to the first officer and the guard. There were pictures of four women in bridal veils and several woman lying face down in the grass. There were also seven fingers lined up in a row.

"Get him out of here!" the officer growled. Then he turned to Karen and said, "Ma'am, I'm afraid that we'll have to also take you downtown so you can explain how you know all this."

She called her mother from the jail. She wasn't being charged, but the detectives were extremely interested in how she knew about the murders. "Mom," she said when her mother answered the phone, "I think I am in big trouble."

Her mother asked what had happened and she answered, "I met great-grandmother Nina on the highway this afternoon. She left her gift with me before she departed." She fought to hold back the tears as she said, "I am afraid that I am cursed."

"Tell me everything," her mother said, and Karen began with meeting the babushka on the road.

She told her mother the complete story and ended with "I am in so much trouble. Baba Nina said the gift was a curse to those who were not pure of heart."

"You are not cursed," her mother answered softly. "You saw the past and the future, and in that future your husband murdered you. To know that in advance can be a curse." She laughed softly and continued in a much brighter voice, "But now, that will not happen because you have changed your future. You are not cursed, you are blessed."

"Then what is the curse?" Karen asked.

"If I had accepted the gift," her mother said quietly, "I also would have been able to see the future, but I would have been powerless to change the smallest part of it. That is the curse.

Indeed, that is the worst curse a person can ever receive."

An officer tapped on the door to the small room where Karen was sitting. Karen said loudly, "I'm finished with my call," and two detectives then entered the room.

"Miss Baker," the one detective said, "There is nothing that indicates that you were at all involved in any of Kevin Jerome's crimes, but we really need to find out how you came to know what you told the officers."

"Detective," she answered, "I will tell you everything if you will do me one little favor."

"What is that?" he answered.

"Take my hands," she answered. "Just take my hands and I will tell you EVERYTHING."

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 

END OF STORY

Please remember to vote 

by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. 

If you really liked it, click 5. 

If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. 

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =



The Gift



Author Note: This was supposed to be a light hearted male fantasy. I am sorry how it turned out. I am sure there are errors, but I can't bear to read it again. 

*****

Another damn bus. How many buses can you look at in one day? I really hate coming to these expos. I never really liked talking with salespeople and transit salespeople were the worst. They know you have tax dollars to spend and they would love to help you spend them. I had a managing director to answer to, so I slogged through another bus listening to the moderately attractive sales lady describe their latest low floor model. 

I plopped down into one of the passenger seats while I listened to her drone on. The seat was fairly comfortable which surprised me. I looked closer at the one next to me and felt the cushion and soft fabric that cradled my butt so well. Inwardly I smiled, these wouldn't last a year in real use. Transit passengers drag all sorts of items across the seats even if you don't consider the intentional damage. The sales lady saw the concern in my eyes. 

"We would never recommend these seats for production Mr. Prichard." She smiled which brightened up the bus a bit. "We have a large assortment of more durable seats. We partner with Freedman and build to suit your needs." Of course they do. I was just wondering why they thought it a good idea to show what we would never buy. I nodded my head so that she knew she wouldn't have to continue down that line. Unfortunately, it gave her an opening to discuss all the other partners her company works with. She rattled off GPS enunciator and signage companies, automatic people counter systems, smart fare box builders and a diatribe of other big name transit companies. 

I tried not to yawn. Everyone on the bus already knew each and every company she mentioned. It's not like there is a big list of companies who build GPS enunciators for transit vehicles. We all politely let her drone on. I had been on my feet for the better part of four hours. It was starting to take its toll so I stayed in the seat and pretended I was interested by moving my eyes from feature to feature as the saleswoman pointed them out. My mind quickly wandered from the mundane sales pitch.

How did I ever end up spending twenty years in public bus company? I know I didn't grow up thinking; I want to work for a bus company. I just sort of evolved into the position and now I'm stuck. I know so much about public transportation that my work has become trivial. Problems that used to floor me now only produce a chuckle. I get paid too much to start over somewhere else and the retirement plan is pretty lucrative. It hasn't been a bad life. My wife, Mary, and I live in a nice house and never had to worry about a paycheck or me losing my job. My life just lacks that pizzazz I imagine other jobs must have. 

I was busy thinking of pulling out my phone to check what the market was doing when the entire interior of the bus changed. A woman in a flowing black dress entered the double side door of the vehicle. She had silky long black hair that dropped straight down her back just like my wife's. She was wearing a pair of moderate high heels with straps around her tanned ankles. The heels stretched her perfect calves before they disappeared behind the silky dress. The dress accented her curves from her slim waist up over her hidden breasts. Her collar was too high to allow for viewing of the wonderful cleavage I knew was there. She had wonderfully bright eyes and used some kind of lipstick that glossed her lips without being out right shiny. The woman reminded me of my wife only, a bit younger and a lot more voluptuous. I realized I was staring and quickly moved my eyes back to the fold away wheelchair positions the saleswoman was demonstrating. 

It was very difficult using my peripheral vision to eye the beautiful woman as she came down the bus aisle. I am married and would never risk my marriage with an affair, but I was also a man. God, did I want to study this girl. The transit business has its share of pretty women, but this girl was a step above. She looked like she should be working at some Manhattan law firm or at least playing a lawyer on TV. I noticed that some of the other gentlemen on the bus were also no longer interested in the sales pitch. 

I had no idea why I became a bit nervous as she came toward me down the aisle. She reached my seat and suddenly spun around to sit in the seat directly across the aisle from me. Her dress lightly whipped across my arm as she spun and caused an involuntary shiver to run up my spine. I enjoyed the feeling and felt like an idiot for enjoying it. Even if I was in the market, this girl was way out of my league. 

I looked over, in reflex to her dress flourish, as she sat down. She gave me an easy smile and reached down to massage her lovely ankle. I gave her my best stupid moron smile. I never knew how to act in front of women who could make men drool. 

"Picked the wrong shoes." She whispered. I looked at the seats behind us and found them empty. I couldn't believe she was addressing me. I kind of wished me wife was here so I would have a buffer. I didn't know what to say or if I should say anything at all. I only knew what my wife wanted to do after a day in heels. Using my toes, I pressed against the heels of my shoes and slipped them off. She saw me since she was concentrating on her own ankles and gave me a little chuckle and removed her heels. I smiled a little less moronically, happy I could help. It felt good letting the blood have more freedom in my feet anyway. Our eyes returned to the saleswomen demonstrating the wheelchair lift system.

The saleswoman grabbed the cabled lift control and pulled it outside of the vehicle to continue with the demonstration. Most of the people followed. I stayed and continued to flex my socks. My new barefoot friend stayed with me. I looked over and decided to start a conversation. Because we shared sore feet I wasn't as nervous.

"First Expo?" I guessed that it was since she was the only woman not wearing something akin to tennis shoes. 

"Yes" She smiled at me which was prettier than I expected. "I didn't think it was going to be a marathon." She held out her hand. "I'm Cathy by the way." I took her hand but didn't really shake it. It was more of a firm caress. 

"Doug Prichard." I responded. Her hand was as soft as it looked. My wife's hands were just as soft. I was getting kind of homesick. I realized I was still holding her and when she glanced down at my grip. I awkwardly returned it to my side. 

"Are you in the market for buses?" She was still smiling even though I practically ripped my hand away. 

"No, our fleet still has seven years left." I continued unable to break my eyes from hers. "Just trying to stay current." I returned her smile since hers wouldn't quit. "Are you in the market?"

"Heavens no! I'm new just trying to get the lay of the land." She started to put her heels back on which broke our eye contact. "All of this is new to me. I never thought transit was so complex." I guess to the layman, public transit was a simple operation. It truth, it was horribly complex and the Feds keep making it more so.

"Well don't worry, it grows on you after a while." I wasn't sure if she intended to stay in the field. If she asked I would tell her to run away now and never look back. She a started on her second shoe.

"Doug, I am kind of on my own here. Would you mind joining me for lunch?" She glanced up while strapping on her last heel. You have to understand that this was a really strange situation for me. Women that looked like Cathy were never interested in eating lunch with me even when I was at my peak. It was completely unexpected and I answered like an idiot. 

"I'm married." I said before I realized it implied I thought she was interested in more than sandwich. She laughed. 

"Happily I hope." Her smile was contagious. "Your lucky to have someone here with you."

"Oh no, Mary didn't come this time." Now I felt a bit more ridicules. I couldn't quite look at Cathy's face. I was feeling too foolish. 

"It's just a sandwich Doug. I hate sitting alone at places like this." She stood up expecting an answer.

"Of course, I'm sorry." I was fumbling. "I didn't mean to imply anything." I quickly donned my shoes and followed her out of the bus ignoring the continuing wheelchair lift demo. "There's a good deli on the corner that makes a turkey bacon melt that I never miss when I come here." I was pointing at the doors that seemed a mile away on the other side of the convention hall. 

"So, are you here for all four days?" She started the small talk as we headed for the deli. 

"Yep, we will be flying out Sunday evening, You?" Small talk sucks, but it was better than silence. 

"Yes. I'm flying out Monday morning." Her step picked up. "This is the first time someone paid me to travel. I'm trying to fit in a bit of sightseeing." She looked over to me. "Do they let you do that?" 

"Sure, in fact if you feign a bit of interest at a booth, they will wine and dine you all over the city." I felt like a professor teaching a new student. "The company that sells the bus we were just on has rented a riverboat for the evening. Free food and booze if you pretend to be interested." I enjoyed being the junket expert. I usually only took the freebies when my wife was along.

"You mean on the Mississippi?" I guess I peaked her interest.

"Yep, with all the entertainment provided." I pointed around the corner as we exited the expo. I felt the hunger pains as we neared the deli. We waited patiently for the crossing light. 

"How many times have you been here?" More small talk, at least we weren't staring at the cars. 

"Third time here." The light still hadn't changed. "I usually attend every three years when they put on the big one." I looked over to her. "I usually skip the smaller conventions." I acted like I had a choice when it was actually my boss who said when I could or couldn't go. 

The light changed and we crossed over to the deli. I loved the way her dress flowed in the slight breeze caused by the buildings. I remembered when Mary used to wear summer dresses and the fabric would entice me like Cathy's was doing now. 

When we walked in a few heads turned. I knew they weren't looking at me. Cathy seemed to take it in stride and ignored them. I was beaming with pride. I knew they were trying to figure out my secret. Little did they know it was "right bus, right time." 

I ordered my favorite bacon turkey melt and an ice tea. Cathy a half BTM with a side salad. We chose a table by the window so we could people watch. For a gorgeous woman, Cathy was fairly easy to talk with. We spent lunch talking about movies and TV shows. I tried to find out a bit about her, but she side stepped saying she didn't want to talk about business. I obliged and went back to our discussion of 'The Game of Thrones'. I had never considered women like her to be human. They always seemed untouchable in the past. Cathy was very touchable, although I would never consider it in the literal sense. I simply enjoyed lunch. I reminded myself to call my wife tonight. 

On the way back to the expo, Cathy almost slipped on the curb and I grabbed her arm to make sure the fall wasn't complete. I was surprised at my quickness and the strong confidant support I was able to offer. I was never much for athletics and would usually end up fumbling such a move. I brought her fully upright and smiled. "Got to take it easy on those ice teas." She giggled at my stupid joke. 

"Good thing I had a knight at my side." Cathy did a quick check of her heels to make sure they were still functional. "Got to remember to wear sneakers next time." I was still holding her arm even though she was quite steady at this point. Her skin was soft and was at a wonderful temperature. Despite the pleasantness of the sensation, I thought it best to separate. We continued on to the expo albeit a bit slower. 

We entered the same large doors we exited at earlier. I was feeling a bit awkward not knowing how to separate and continue on for the afternoon. I was sure she had better things to do then follow me around for the rest of the day. "I have to check out the fixed route software booths this afternoon." I did need to check them out. We were having export issues with our current software leading to a lot of wasted hours. 

"Ah, okay, I 'm going to be looking at the rail cars." She looked a bit lost. The size of these expos were imposing. "Thanks for lunch. It was nice." She smiled and I blushed. 

"Of course, any time. I am sure we will run into each other again." I started backing away. Before I was married, I would have paid a fortune just to drool in her presence and here I was trying to come up with a reason to walk away. I turned a bit too quickly and started to head away. 

"Doug." It sounded like an afterthought. I turned back with a questioning look. "Do you think you could show me how to get on that riverboat?" She had dipped her head a bit and was looking at me through the top of her eyes. A very adorable look for her. There was no way I wasn't going to help and I think she knew it. 

"Of course Cathy, follow me." Again I felt like the expert teaching the student. I headed back to the bus I met her in. She smiled and walked right next to me. What seemed hard to a first timer couldn't be easier for a seasoned pro. Luckily, the same saleswoman was still on duty and the bus was currently empty. I looked at her name tag. "Hi Debbie, we are considering a large service expansion. I was wondering if you can give me some contact information for your techs so we can develop some bid specs." It was like dangling worms in front of a hungry bass. 

"I can do you one better Doug." she was busy reading my name tag. "All of our techs and the owner himself will be available tonight. Would you two like to be our guest on a riverboat cruise tonight?" She took the hook as expected.

"That would be fantastic Debbie." I smiled and I felt small hip bump from Cathy. It was like we had been friends forever. We followed Debbie to a small desk where she fished a couple of tickets out of drawer. 

"Meet at pier 3 between 5:30 and 6:00" Debbie was pointing to the instructions on the tickets themselves. "Come hungry and thirsty." She was all smiles as she handed each of us a ticket. I thanked her and headed away from the booth with Cathy. 

"That was easy." Cathy grabbed my arm for a brief moment. It was a friendly gesture thanking me for the ticket. "Are you going tonight?" I was kind of surprised she asked. 

"I'm not sure. I usually only go to the freebies with my wife." I don't know why I felt it necessary to mention Mary again. I guess I was feeling guilty hanging out with such a good looking woman without Mary's knowledge. Maybe, I felt guiltier about the stupid fantasies running through my brain. Cathy chuckled at my hesitancy. 

"Well, I'm going. I would love to see you there so I have someone to talk to." Cathy gave me a slightly sorrowful look to emphasize her loneliness. 

"I'll think about it." I wasn't sure why she would want me along. It's not like we worked together. 

"Tell you what. Call your wife and tell her you need to rescue a damsel in distress." She smiled at me again. "If she doesn't have a problem, meet me there." Cathy said this as she drifted away from me. "Thanks for lunch." She turned and disappeared down the aisles. 

I felt like an idiot. Cathy had correctly surmised that there was no way I was going river boating with her without talking with Mary. Cathy couldn't possibly be interested in me, but I made it seem like I thought she might be. I was shocked she just didn't say goodbye and head for the hills. As good looking as she was, I think she just wanted a friendly face at the party tonight. 

I finally made it back to the hotel at about four. My feet were a bit sore so I was bare foot praying that the carpeting had been cleaned sometime in the last century. I lay down on the bed and dialed up Mary. "Hi Honey." My standard greeting for the last twenty five years.

"Hi baby. Having fun?" She was honey and I was baby. You would figure that we would have dropped all of that a few years back, but it was kind of ingrained. 

"Same stuff, new salesmen." She already knew that. She had been to a few herself. "Wish you were here." 

"Me too." I wasn't sure that was true, but I knew she missed me. "What do you want to do for your birthday?" I forgot that my birthday was next week. 42 snuck up on me pretty quickly. 

"I don't know, maybe that seafood place we went to a few months ago?" We usually just chose a place to eat. Neither of us were big on the party stuff. "I really liked that stuffed flounder thing they have."

"The Gentle Wave? I'll book a reservation and we can change it if you want to go somewhere else." Mary liked having everything planned out. "I already got you a gift you know." She tried to sound mysterious. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't think that was what she had in mind. 

"Are you going to make me wait?" I would let her play her game. She wanted to try and perk my curiosity. In truth, there was no item sold in stores that would excite me. Both of us had outgrown the desire for possessions. Comfort and transient joys, like stuffed flounder, held more value these days. 

"Well, not till your birthday, but yes it is a secret for now." I could hear her smile. A nice cryptic answer to keep me thinking. I guess it already exists in the house and I would see it when I got home. I think she enjoyed teasing me. "What are you doing for dinner tonight?" Well two can play at the teasing game. 

"Actually, a young lady has asked me to join her on a river boat cruise." I was smiling, but I tried to make it sound like an everyday experience. I heard a little giggle on the other side of the line.

"And is this young lady good looking?" She knew me too well. There was no way I would ever cheat on her. 

"Well in truth, she is a knockout." I have never gone beyond a white lie to my wife and I wasn't going to start now. "We kind of bonded over sore feet and ended up at the deli together for lunch."

"So this would be your second date." She giggled again. "Maybe I shouldn't let you go to expo anymore." 

"I think I am a companion of convenience." I spilled the truth. "She's new to expo and is stuck here alone. I didn't say I was going to go." I wanted to make sure she knew that she would always be my one and only. 

"Doug, don't rot in the hotel room. Go help the poor girl before everyone gets liquored up." Yep, transit professionals on alcohol is not a pretty sight. I was glad Mary trusted me or at least trusted my inability to excite sexy young women. 

"Ok, I'll go but don't blame me if I have to break her heart." There was more giggling on the other side of the line. Yep, she trusted my lack of studliness. After a short pause, "you do know that I love you, right?" I already knew the answer, I just had to repeat it every once in awhile. 

"Yes and I love you more than you know." She sounded a bit more serious than normal. I don't know what it was about her tone, but it sounded more heartfelt than habitual. I liked the way she said it. We said our goodbyes and I told her I would call her tomorrow. 

The way that Mary said that she loved me got me a bit excited. Maybe I would get what I really wanted for my birthday; Mary naked and entwined in my arms. We had drifted away from sex a few years ago. Mary really didn't have any interest anymore. I wasn't sure what switch got turned off, but I hadn't really been with her for two years. Prior to our slow down, we were as active as most couples and Mary seemed to enjoy sex. I have tried making some moves, but was always rebuffed in a sweet and tender way. I even went as far as talking directly about the issue and somehow the topic was always changed. I have begun to think that if I wanted relief, I would have to handle it myself for the rest of my life. 




The Gift



The lack of sex would never be the end of my marriage. I still have the memories of our earlier sexcapades so I never felt deprived. I just miss the closeness and Mary's touch. I could and will survive without the sex. I didn't want to push the issue with Mary anymore. I felt that further discussions would seem more like pressure and could only lead to bad feelings. I would just wait for her, and I would wait forever.

I hopped in the shower to prepare for the boat. Six hours of expo kind of leaves your body in a funk that only warm water will wash off. I knew it wasn't a date, but I was kind of excited to think there was a pretty woman waiting for me tonight. I remembered dating Mary, before we were married, and the anticipation it generated. I wasn't sure about her feelings then so everything was a risk. Now we take each other's love for granted. There is a comfort in that, but I do miss the excitement. 

I toweled off and donned some jeans and a rust colored collared shirt. I pulled out my comfort shoes which were more like upgraded moccasins. I wasn't sure how they fit in the fashion world, but they sure made my feet happy. I was glad it was warm out so I could ignore hauling a jacket around. Free food, free drink and pretty girl at my side; that's how you make an old man happy. 

I arrived at the pier a little later than I expected. I initially went the wrong way and had to backtrack along the river. By the time I arrived, everyone was loading and I didn't see Cathy. I was a bit disappointed with myself for not meeting her on the dock. The boat wasn't that large. I could explore some and find her that way. 

I didn't even make it down the first gangway before I had a drink in my hand. A scotch and water was my poison of choice. I find I drink them a bit slower and am able to pace myself a bit better. There was a small table with a bartender every fifty feet or so. I laughed inwardly thinking about transit and booze mixing so well. Here's hoping the crew isn't touching the stuff. 

I followed the sound of a light jazz band to the interior of the vessel. It was pleasant music and fit the riverboat theme. Off to the side of the band was another small bar and that's where I spotted Cathy. She was wearing a very nice green skirt with an off white blouse. She had replaced her heels with some sort of deck shoes. Two younger men were chatting her up, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. I was a bit disappointed knowing I was no longer needed. Then I smiled thinking back to my dating days. I left her there and went up to the top deck to watch the shoreline go by. 

It was a very nice night for river cruise. The lights of the city always seem more distant when you can't hear the sounds of the city. Even though there were a couple of hundred people aboard, I felt strangely alone with my thoughts as we headed up river. I leaned over railing content to watch the sun try to set over the water.

"I am so glad you came." Cathy snuck up behind me and joined me on the rail. "It is such a beautiful night." She was nursing what looked like and iced tea. 

"I saw you downstairs and you looked like you were having fun." I smiled at her and received one in return. "Figured I would catch up with you a bit later." I was lying. I didn't want to be that annoying third wheel while she socialized with people more her age.

"Those two, Please Doug. They just wanted to talk about urea exhaust systems." She shrugged her shoulders. "No offense, but everyone here is way too excited about transit stuff." I was a little surprised, she sounded more like an outsider than an actual transit employee. What would she expect coming here? I was about to ask her where she worked when it struck me that I didn't really care. She pretty much just told me she wasn't interested in talking about work right now.

"Well the drinks are free, the jazz is good and the company is fabulous." I held out my drink in the standard toast position. She laughed and clinked her class to mine and took a sip. I couldn't believe she would rather hang out with me than those two six footers downstairs. Maybe she just wanted to feel safe and comfortable tonight. That is something I could provide. "Mary told me to protect you from all the liquored up leeches tonight." I felt better mentioning Mary again. I don't know why, but I needed Cathy to know that I loved my wife. 

"Well I feel safer already." She smiled at me again and tucked her free arm through mine. "Shall we get these drinks refreshed?" Cathy wasn't really waiting for an answer as she escorted me to the nearest mini bar. She refreshed her long island iced tea, and I had the bartender add some more scotch since a lot of my ice was still there. 

Arm in arm we toured the boat. I was getting my share of stares as people I knew from business saw me with this beautiful girl. I was enjoying the thought of the rumors that would follow. Most knew I was married. All knew I wasn't capable of endearing myself to such a lovely creature. I was going to leave it a mystery. It pleased me to have people think that I was more masculine than I let on. 

I felt a pull on my shoulder and turned to see my boss. "Doug, glad to see your getting out." He had a really slanted grin on his face. Obviously, he got started drinking a bit earlier than the rest of the attendees. 

"Cathy, this is my supervisor Frank." I was a bit embarrassed introducing Cathy to him. I had only seen Frank sloshed once before and it wasn't pretty. He has been in transit for almost forty years. I guess that takes a toll on a guy. 

"Hello Frank." Cathy held out her hand and Frank shook it. "So nice to meet you." Frank wasn't letting go.

"Cathy, I am so glad you got this old stick in the mud out of his hotel room." Frank was almost slurring his words. Luckily he was still standing tall. "He usually just hides away during the night." Sometime friends aren't really friends. He was still holding onto Cathy' s hand. I was trying to figure out a good way to extradite ourselves from this situation without becoming a prick to my boss. 

"Frank, Doug and I are heading to the buffet." Cathy wasn't yanking her hand back. She was looking directly into his eyes. "Would you like to join us?" 

"Oh no, you two have fun." He finally let go of Cathy's hand and used his to shoo us along. "I going to stay out here in the fresh air." He gave me a smile and a wink. I guess he thought it was some kind of male bonding thing. In his drunken state it came off a bit weak.

Cathy smiled and pulled me out of his conversation zone. "He is going to need a designated walker if he doesn't slow down." She was giggling to me as she said it. Cathy was a pretty smart girl getting us out of there without causing a fuss. I was impressed.

"He's usually not like that." I found myself protecting my boss for some reason. "I guess everyone lets loose once in awhile." After two scotches, I wasn't feeling any pain either. Maybe we should get something to eat to slow the pace. "The buffet does sound like a good idea." We headed into the boat following the arrows on the buffet signs. 

As expected, the buffet was wonderful. They had a little bit of everything so no one would leave hungry. Most of the food had Creole flare to its design which suited me just fine. I filled a plate with too much food and laughed when I saw Cathy had done the same. She wanted to eat on the top deck which was more than alright with me. I loved watching the shore as the boat inched its way along. I followed Cathy up the tiny stairwell and found myself staring at her butt swaying back and forth as she took the steps. It was really cute in that green skirt and I had had enough to drink to not feel guilty for looking. I was proud of myself for making it to the top without losing my plate or drink. 

Cathy, somehow, found a secluded and empty spot on the corner of the deck. It had two patio chairs and a very small table for our food. This would be the exact spot Mary I would have chosen to enjoy each other's company. I was surprised that a girl like Cathy would want to hide away from the party, especially with an old fart like me. We ate together quietly, occasionally pointing out things on shore as the sun dropped to the horizon. It wasn't long before an attendant stopped by and asked if we wanted refills. Cathy answered in the affirmative before I had to chance to consider. The attendant went away with our plates and soon returned with fresh drinks. 

Cathy raised her feet onto a cross beam on the railing and relaxed. Her skirt slide down her thigh just a bit and I enjoyed the view. Her legs were well toned. My mind wondered if they felt as smooth as they looked. Her arm reached over the small table between us and her hand landed softly on my arm. "I'm glad you came with me Doug." She wasn't looking at me. It seemed innocent enough so I allowed it to stay. The booze was getting to me. 

We sat there watching the sun disappear talking about nothing important. She liked some of the same TV shows I did. We had very little in common in politics so we stayed off the subject. It was just relaxing conversation with a few chuckles thrown in. We went through two more rounds of drinks. The last arrived before I even knew I ordered it. I was at my limit, but I kept sipping on the new one anyway. Life felt good and there was no real reason to change it up now. 

The band moved away from easy listening jazz to a dance beat with jazz overtones. Cathy smiled and grabbed my hand. "Come dance with me." She rose out of her chair not leaving me with time to respond. I rose with her, to buzzed to feel self conscious about my lack of dance skills. 

"I kind of suck at dancing." I laughed as I followed her down the stairs. I was feeling no pain as we entered the band room. There were about a dozen other couples tripping the light fantastic. Cathy pulled me onto the floor and started moving her hips while holding on to my hands. She looked phenomenally sexy. I don't think I ever had a woman that close move her body like Cathy was doing. It was intoxicating watching the waves she put her body through. 

Cathy laughed at my staring and lifted my chin up with her hand. Once I was looking at her face again, she dropped her hands to my hips and made me move with the music. She became incredibly happy when I began to move so I relaxed my muscles and let her hands move me with the beat. After a song, the booze took control and I let loose enough to allow her to let go, and become more flamboyant. Cathy was a treasure to watch. I was dancing with the best looking girl in the place, and I was having a ball doing it. Her fun became my fun as she used me rub against and bounce off of. 

I knew I was getting slightly aroused, but it was just dancing. I bet half the men in the room felt the same way watching this girl twirl and gyrate. There is something about a happy woman that turns on a man. When the woman looks like Cathy, it becomes very hard to control the physical manifestations of that attraction. We took a break after the next song for a glass of water. My guess was that Cathy went dancing a lot, and knew that the body needed more than booze to fuel it. The water picked me up, but didn't lesson the buzz.

Cathy had me be back out on the floor the very next song. God, she looked good. I noticed a few jealous stares among the men at the edge of the floor. 'Losers' was all my drunken brain could come up with to describe them. At least for tonight, I was a stud. I may not look like one but the proof was dancing with me. 

The bands next song was a slow dance. I smiled at Cathy and started to lead her off the floor. She was having none of it. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me close. She caught me by surprise and I had no idea where to put my hands. In my drunken state, every part of her body was an erogenous zone. She pulled me closer. Her head was on my shoulder, she pressed her chest into mine, and began to slowly rock her hips. It had been almost thirty years since a woman besides my wife had held me like this. I circled her waist with my arms and tried not to get a hard-on. 

Her breasts felt wonderful smashed into my chest. I felt every movement of her hips radiate up my arms and back down my spine. Her hands were softly caressing the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if was intentional and unintentional. It was only the booze I told myself. We're just a bit drunk and it's only a dance. The feeling was incredible, and since I was drunk, I just went with it.

When the song ended she tilted her head and kissed my cheek lightly. "Thanks Doug, that was nice." She separated from me with a small smile. I was sure I was five shades of red. The kiss was nicer than the dance. For some reason, I felt like I had just cheated on Mary. It was just one dance and an innocent kiss. I was feeling a guilty anyway. 

"I have to sit down for a bit." I told Cathy. Old men could always rely on their lack of endurance as a good excuse. 

"Why don't see if you can get our chairs upstairs back." Cathy caressed my arm. "I need to stop in the little girl's room and I will catch up." She headed off to the restrooms. The term "our chairs" scared me a bit. I knew it was foolish to think she was sexually interested in me. The dance, the kiss and "our chairs" was just a bit much for my mind. 

When I got to the top deck, I chose some chairs closer to other people. It no longer felt prudent to be alone with Cathy. I was afraid I would misread the signs and embarrass myself and her. She was young, and the young are just more used to touching. It felt better to be in a more public area. 

I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. "You know I will never tell Mary." It was Frank and he was three sheets to the wind. I chuckled.

"Mary is the one who told me to take Cathy out." I responded trying to be nonchalant. "She's just a friend Frank."

"After that dance I just saw, you'll be lucky she isn't pregnant." He thought his joke was extra funny. I was concerned that someone else thought the dance was more than just a dance. 

"That's just how kids dance these days, Frank." I was getting worried that my imagination was being sparked by a drunk. "Nothing but a dance." I didn't sound as confident as I should have. 

Frank patted my shoulder. "That ain't no kid, Doug." He sounded serious as he staggered off, probably seeking another drink. I was glad I found a more public set of chairs. I saw Cathy coming up the stairs with two drinks. It looked like the booze was catching up with her also. I rushed over to grab the drinks before she and they were all over the deck. 

"They were closing the bars." She said as she followed me over to the new seats. "Captain said we will be docking soon." She sat down and pulled one of the small tables between us. I set the drinks down and got in my chair. The table seemed like a nice barrier. Sort of line neither would cross enlarging my personal space. I knew I was imagining the affection. I felt much better and took a sip of my drink. The bartender forgot the ice. I was too buzzed to care. 

We talked and laughed during the docking. I could tell that Cathy was a bit drunk. That was a good thing because it meant my brain was still functional even though I was bombed. The last drink put me way over my limit. I knew my morning was going to be hell so I decided to enjoy the night and ignore the impending doom. They announced the disembarking and we didn't move. We were having too much fun discussing 'Game of Thrones'. It wasn't until the threatening third call for disembarking did we move. A sober crew can be such party poopers. 

We helped each other down the stairs and across the gangplank. I had a two block walk back to the hotel and was suddenly concerned about Cathy. There was no way I was going let her walk down the streets this late alone. "Where are you staying." I think I may have slurred 'staying' into 'swaying'. She didn't seem to notice.

"The Biltmore." She started walking toward the hotel. 

"Me too, I'm on the eighth floor." I guess it shouldn't have been surprised. It was the main expo hotel. 

"I'm in 834." She said and grabbed my hand to steady her steps. Cathy was only about five doors down from my room. 

"Well, then it will be easy to be a gentleman and see you safely to your door." I gave her half a bow to emphasis the formality. She laughed. We were bombed. It took us the better part of thirty minutes to make it to the eighth floor. We kept stopping to tell each other something we thought was important. Of course, it was trivial crap that only drunks would think important. All in all, it was a fun walk back.

We reached 834 and I waited to make sure she still had her key card. "I had a really good time tonight, Cathy." I stammered as I started to say goodbye. She opened the door and turned to me. 

"So did I, Doug." Her smile was deadly. She encircled my hand in hers. "You are a really nice guy." She started moving forward and I thought she was trying to move in for a kiss. I stumbled back a step, but she held onto my hand. 

"I've got to get some sleep." I looked back to the door of my room. I smiled when I looked back at her. "It's going to be a tough morning." I figured a bit of levity would get me out this awkward situation. There was already too much kissing for one night. She pulled my hand up to her chest.

"Spend the night with me." Her eyes were locked on mine. The words didn't sound drunk, but I knew that they were. I wanted my hand back. but it was pressed between her breasts and it loved it there. My first instinct was to yell "yes". I let it pass with visions of Mary packing up and moving out of the house. I was too drunk to think straight. I didn't understand why a woman like her would even give me the time of day. What the hell had happened to fuck up the world so much? I knew I wasn't misinterpreting her now. I snapped my hand back and raised both my hands level with my shoulders, palms out in surrender.

"I could never do that Mary." I knew my eyes were watering as I turned and fled to my room. What the hell did I almost do? I inwardly vowed to never come to another expo without Mary.

"Shit!" Cathy exclaimed. It didn't sound drunk, just pissed. My shoulder slammed into the door frame. I was pretty drunk and steering was an issue. I fumbled for my key card. "Doug wait, there is something I need to tell you." I didn't really want to hear anything else. I got my card in the slot and it flashed green. I opened the door and shut it behind me quickly. I braced myself against the door for a few deep breaths. What the hell just happened? 

I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. When I looked in the mirror I was dumbfounded. I am, at best, an average looking guy. I'm not saying I couldn't grow on someone in time, but there was no reason why Cathy should have bonded with me in half a day. Something didn't smell right. I was too drunk to think straight. I needed to sleep it off and think about it in the morning. 

There was a soft knock at the door. I knew who it was and I didn't want to answer. I was considering if an early flight home was it order. It could cost me a bit, but it would be worth it to not run into Cathy tomorrow. The knock was repeated just as soft as the first set. I called through the door. "We're just too drunk Cathy. I shouldn't have let it get that far." I tried to sound reasonable and give her an out. "We'll feel better in the morning." 

"I only had one drink tonight Doug." She sounded sober. I watched her drink all those long island ice teas. I realized I only saw one made for her. "We need to talk." Now I was really out on a limb. Insane crazy woman came to mind. Maybe a thief or a sick pervert. None of those scenarios leaned toward me opening the door. 

"Not tonight Cathy." I was drunk but firm. I was definitely getting an early flight home. I could go straight to the airport and take the first available in the morning. 




The Gift



"I'm slipping a card under the door." I saw an envelope begin to appear. "It's from Mary." Ever have one of those moments where a chill rattles so hard through your body you feel a bit ill. This was one of those times. I looked down at the blue envelope and saw my name written in Mary's hand. I was afraid to pick it up. What kind of trick was this? "I'm sorry Doug, it was a stupid bet." I could hear defeat in Cathy's voice. "Just read the card so you don't call the police on me."

I lifted the envelope and pulled out a birthday card. Inside the cover was a handwritten note.

My dearest Doug,

You are the best thing to ever happen to me. It hurts me deeply that my body has changed with age. I know you miss us in bed. I know I have avoided the issue and left you frustrated. It is not my love that changed, it is only my body that has betrayed us. The doctor has told me that my interest may return, but I have made you wait too long. 

As strange as it seems, Cathy is my birthday present to you. I want you to enjoy being with her and bring your heart back to me. I just can't allow you to be without anymore. It hurts me too much. 

With all my love, 

Mary

Shocked, I opened the door and swerved back into the room knowing Cathy would follow. I plopped down on the bed with tears in my eyes. How did I let Mary think I was that desperate? Why did she think she had to do this for me? I would never leave her over sex. I heard the faucet go on in the bathroom and Cathy entered shortly with a glass of water which she handed to me.

"You better drink some water." She sounded like a different person. "I'm sorry I got you plastered, but you weren't taking the bait." I was only half understanding what she was saying. My head was swimming as I drank some of the water, and spilled some on my leg. 

"What's..what's going on." The room was spinning a bit. I wondered if my marriage was damaged. I wish Mary was here. 

"Your wife hired me as a sort of surrogate." Cathy sat down next to me. "She told me it would be difficult to get you to agree, but she was adamant that you needed this." She rubbed my back as a mother would a sick child. I took and spilled another sip of water. "I got cocky and said I didn't need the card to get a man in bed. She said I would, and I bet double or nothing that I could." Her voice became more soothing. "Until you, I've never had a problem getting a man naked. I really thought I had you during the dance." She was slowly shaking her head. "I'm sorry for that last triple scotch. I was getting desperate when I saw you didn't go back to the private corner."

"I fucked everything up." I meant my marriage. I was worried that I had put too much pressure on Mary. "I got to get home." I started to stand, but my legs weren't working right. The glass of water wasn't in my hand anymore and I didn't know where it went. I feel backward on the bed and knew I wasn't going anywhere now. My eyes closed and I didn't want to open them again. 

"Shhh, you aren't going anywhere tonight." I felt myself being dragged more onto the bed. Cathy removed my shoes and put a pillow under my head. 

"I .. calls Mary." I barely understood it myself. Something was not right and I needed to call her. To tell her it doesn't matter. I only need her. I didn't know where my phone was and the hotel phone was way over on the night stand. I was drifting out. 

"Hi this is Cathy." Cathy was speaking to someone. I couldn't open my eyes to see. "Ahh no, he is kind of passed out." There was a pause. "I don't think this is working like you wanted it to. Granted it he is pretty drunk, but I think he's scared he is losing you." Another pause. "No, I tried but he wasn't going to even after he saw the card. Look, I'm no expert, but I don't think this is good for him. He is a sweet guy and I don't feel very good about what I did tonight." 

I tried to open my eyes. She must be talking with Mary. Nothing was working right so I ended up drifting farther away. "Are you sure?" I missed part of the conversation. Cathy must be pacing around the room. Her voice was going in and out. "Well okay, I'm not going to turn that much down." Everything went black. 

My head hurt a bit as the light began to attack my eyes. I tried to roll away from the source, but something soft and heavy had my legs pinned. The light was too bright to open my eyes quickly so I brought a hand up to shield them. I felt a wonderful warm and wet sensation between my legs. I hadn't felt anything like it in years. I tried to lift up my head and the movement caused a sharp pain so I relaxed it again. I my cock was hard as rock and being pampered slowly by a wonderful silky tongue. I must be dreaming. 

I lifted my head more slowly and it hurt less. I opened my shielded eyes a bit and saw nothing but strong sunlight as my eyes began to adjust. The tongue moved slowly up the underside of my cock and then circled the crown. The heavenly feeling sent shivers through my legs. My vision began to return and I focused on the gorgeous woman between my legs. Scotch, Cathy the birthday card all came slamming back into my mind. 

"Cathy No!" I tried to pull away but she was laying across my legs. 

"Good morning honey." It was Mary's voice but no Mary in the room. Cathy lifted her head and smiled pointing at the phone next to me. It was set to speaker. Cathy returned to my hard-on and sent more twinges up my spine. I was in a bit of shock and stopped trying to escape. "Isn't Cathy beautiful?" This was surreal. I had a royal hangover and my wife was asking me my opinion on the girl giving me a blowjob. 

"Mary, we don't have to do this." I had no idea what this meant for our marriage. Cathy mouth dropped over my crown and halfway down the shaft. The feeling was incredible. 

"It took me a long time to find the right girl." Mary was ignoring my opinion. "I wasn't sure if I should get someone completely different or someone more like me." Cathy's mouth was moving purposely up and down my shaft. Every time she got to the top, her tongue would expertly massage the underside of my crown. I groaned trying hopelessly not to enjoy the sensation. 

"I finally decided to get someone with my features only younger and prettier." Mary was speaking like she was picking out curtains. 

"Oh god..." I was losing the battle trying not to get excited. "I don't need this Mary. You are the most beautiful woman I know." Why was my dick betraying me?

"Of course you think so, but you have to admit that my breasts have never been as large or perky as hers." Mary giggled. Cathy's mouth released my hard-on and her hand wrapped around my shaft. She rose up a bit and placed my cock between to perfect breasts. Her lovely brown eyes looked into mine as she smiled. It was extremely erotic as my wife continued. "That little button nose is to die for. What I wouldn't give to have that cute little tight ass of hers." Cathy returned her mouth to my cock. I felt a strain in my hips and groin and knew I was about to cum with "not my wife".

"Mary... Mary, I can't do this." I felt guilty enjoying this so much. I knew my voice sounded strained, but there was nothing I could do about it. 

"Cathy also has some talents that I don't posses." I heard a smile behind her voice. "Something I know all men want, but few women can offer." Cathy's hand released my shaft. I looked down as my entire cock disappeared into her throat. I realized they must have scripted part of this. Cathy and Mary must have planned this out while I was sleeping.

"Mary, oh god, Mary. I love you." I couldn't stop my release. I had never had such a professional blowjob and watching my cock disappear sent me over the top. I exploded down Cathy's throat in a series of groans. Once, twice, three times I unloaded into her mouth and Cathy never stopped sucking. I felt her hand lovingly massage my balls as my climax began to wane. She kept sucking, only more tenderly. 

"Now, doesn't your cock feel better?" I had never heard Mary ever identify my male parts before. I certainly never heard her use the term cock. She even made it sound loving. 

"Yes, it feels much better." I had to admit I was pretty backed up. Cathy released my cock and I noticed that was no cum anywhere. I couldn't believe she swallowed it. She just smiled and tenderly stroked by diminishing erection. "Mary we could have talked about this. I don't need to have sex to love you." Clarity was coming back, and I just had sex with someone that wasn't my wife. I couldn't see how this would be good for our marriage. Cathy was just idly ignoring the conversation. 

"I know sweetie. I've always known." Mary sounded so reassuring. "It doesn't mean it has to be that way. Sex is just sex." She chuckled a bit. "It sounds like Cathy is pretty good at it too." I can't believe that my wife just complimented the woman who just gave me the best blowjob of my life. 

"You know how weird this is, right?" I was still having trouble wrapping my head around the whole situation. "How many marriages could survive with husband sleeping around?"

"How many wives pick out the other women?" Mary wasn't the least bit perturbed. "Believe it or not, this is as much for me as it is for you. I spent four months finding Cathy. You have to admit, she's quite striking." Cathy smiled and stood up and struck a pose. Shit, she was even shaved. I have never touched a bare pussy in my life. I just realized I hadn't heard a word from Cathy since I woke up. 

"Yes, she is stunning." I smiled back at Cathy who gave me a naked curtsy. 

"Good. She is going to wash you up and you're going to take her to lunch." Now Mary was planning the day for us. Lunch, how late was it? I looked the clock and it was 11:30.

"Oh crap, I was supposed to meet Frank for a ten o'clock seminar." Like that mattered now. It was just my anal side waking up.

"Frank is giving you the day to recover." Mary snickered into the phone. "I yelled at him for letting you get so drunk last night. I think he thinks he's covering for you." 

"Honey, I do love you." I really didn't feel up to the expo today. I wondered how long Mary had been planning this. 

"I love you too sweetie. Will talk a bit later today." I saw the line drop on the phone and I was once again alone with a young naked goddess.

"This is really weird, right?" I looked at Cathy with a dumb expression.

"I've seen all kinds of weird Doug." She held out her hand to pull me up out of bed. "This is a kind of sweet weird." I grabbed her hand and she hauled my naked body up. "Your wife loves you so much she hired one of the best in the business for you." She smiled at her self compliment and led me to the bathroom. I guess I probably smelled and looked pretty bad after last night. I was surprised my head wasn't hurting. Blowjobs cure hangovers, who knew. 

The water was deliciously warm. It was cascading over my chest as Cathy washed my hair from behind. It felt good to have her fingers massaging my scalp. Almost sensual, and very relaxing.

"So tell me about Mary." Cathy said it very conversationally. Almost like small talk. 

"What do you want to know?" I felt kind of awkward talking about Mary with another woman in the shower. 

"Well, you two used to have a lot of sex didn't you?" I guess sex was going to be the topic of the day. I was naked, Cathy was naked and Mary just got finished directing my blowjob. What the hell.

"When we first got married we had sex all the time." Cathy was rubbing behind my ears and the top of my neck. "Everything was so new to us. We would run around the house naked just looking for another room to have sex in. God it was fun." I remembered those times fondly. Cathy pushed my head gently under the water to wash the shampoo out. 

"So what got her going back then?" I had to think about that one. 

"At first, we just needed to be naked and we were both ready." I thought back to when I became a more caring lover. "After a while, we needed a bit of foreplay." Cathy pulled my head out of the water and wiped flood from my eyes. "The foreplay became the fun part." I felt some stirrings of arousal begin while I thought of my naked Mary laughing in my arms. 

"How did you get Mary hot?" Cathy's voice took on a softer tone. Her hands joined the waterfall caressing my chest. She pressed her breasts into my back. 

"I remember the first time I was all revved up and Mary needed more time." Cathy's hands moved to my stomach. "I kind of surprised her when I put her in a chair and removed her pants. She laughed when they got stuck and her ankles. She has always had a pretty laugh. I was so worked up I didn't even remove her panties." I was getting an erection remembering Mary so vibrant and beautiful. 

"What happened next?" Cathy whispered in my ear. I felt a wisp of tongue touch my lobe so very gently. I was starting to get very excited. 

"I dropped to my knees between her legs." I chuckled. "I remembered the apprehension in her eyes when I pulled her panties aside. I had never tried to gone down on her before because she was afraid I wouldn't like it." Cathy's hands move down to my erection and began caressing it. My hips were pushing back into her. "I wasn't going to let her hold me back that day. I needed to taste her. When my tongue hit her pussy she tried to crawl up the back of the chair." Cathy started to really stroke my cock in the warm water. 

"There's nothing like a man pleasing his woman." She whispered straight into my ear with desire in her tone. Her lips began to nibble on my ear and neck.

"I held her down in the chair. She tasted so sweet." I began to pant and Cathy matched my breathing. "I became obsessed when I saw the smile on her face. I had to make her cum. I had never seen her look so happy." My hips moved in time with her hand. One of her hands dropped down and cradled my balls. 

"She came for you. You made her cum with your tongue." Cathy was really pumping me when her sultry voice hit my ear again. I remembered Mary screaming in joy and her entire body went rigid. I remember watching her orgasm with utter fascination knowing I was the cause. My cock exploded in Cathy's hand. I couldn't believe how strong it was as shot after shot hit the wall of the shower. Cathy was moaning in my ear. "Cum for Mary, Doug. Cum for her." My legs locked up as the last spasms echoed through my body. I began to relax as it ebbed, and I heard Cathy snickering in my ear. 

"What's so funny?" I was curious. I said it with a smile on my lips so it didn't sound like a mean question. Cathy turned me around and looked me in the eyes smiling. 

"I get most guys hard by making them forget their wives." She stroked the side of my head. "You, my dear, are only turned on by thinking of her." She grabbed a bar of soap. "I guess I'm not used to guys who truly love their wives." She began washing my chest and arms. I watched her breasts swing back and forth as she scrubbed me down. She was a very beautiful woman. Mary had great taste. Cathy was so much more desirable because Mary chose her. This whole situation was weird, and I felt guilty getting comfortable with it.

I took Cathy downtown for lunch. I really didn't want to run into anyone from work, especially Frank. We found a small Creole seafood place with cozy tables. We picked a table near the window so we could people watch. We had fun commenting on the diverse fashions that came parading by the window. Some of the people, like us, looked like they were just getting started for the day. 

Cathy was a great communicator. She kept the conversation going without committing to any point of view. I was enjoying the interaction and I wondered if she was enjoying it also, or was this work for her. I wanted to know more about her, but I sensed she really didn't want to go in that direction. I followed her lead and kept to trivial generalities. I just let myself feel good about hanging out with such a beautiful woman. 

"Mary told me you like the superhero movies." Cathy smiled at me and I knew more plans were afoot. "The new Spiderman is showing four blocks from here. They have a matinee in about an hour." I laughed.

"Mary hates when I drag her to those movies." It was hard to stop the chuckling. "I fear you are going to be stuck with a backlog of dreaded tasks." Mary was trying to kill two birds with one stone. 

"I certainly won't dread it. I've been collecting comic books for years." Cathy looked a bit sheepish as she talked about her private life. "I've spent way too much on the early issues of the Avengers." That was a surprise. I would have never figured her as a fan.

"No way! You're a collector." I was still trying to imagine her curled up in a chair with comic book. The image wouldn't form. "I kept all of the ones I bought before I was married. I stopped buying them when Mary came along." It was pleasant thinking about the two boxes in my basement, each issue individually bagged. "I have two full boxes at home. I think they hold a couple of hundred each." 

"Really, what did you read?" Cathy looked excited. Not her professional excited, but a personal expression of joy. 

"I was really into X-Men, so I have a lot of those. I know I have a bunch of Spiderman when the secret wars were going on." I couldn't believe I was talking with Cathy about comic books. "I think I even dabbled in the Avengers. Maybe I have a copy you need."

"I keep a list online." She pulled a pen out of her purse and scribble on a napkin. "If you have any that I don't have. I would love to buy them from you." She handed me the napkin with a scribbled URL. Her face was all lit up. She was more than a collector. She was addicted.

"Cathy, if I have any you need, I'll just give them to you." I don't know what Mary is paying her, but the books would be my tip. I really loved that blowjob. 

"I couldn't accept..." She paused for a moment and kind of giggled. "Yes, I could. I would love to have any you're willing to part with." Cathy smiled at me. "Let's go see Spiderman!" 

We walked hand in hand to the theater. I felt like I was walking with my girlfriend. I guess she was for the day. Cathy was practically bouncing down the street. I couldn't believe the change in her after we talked about comic books. She looked the same, but her excitement lost some of the fakeness that I didn't realize was there before. We spent the four blocks discussing our favorite Marvel/DC movies and chastised the directors for taking liberties with the stories. I sensed a bond growing. We might actually end up as friends, which might screw up Mary's plans. I don't think Mary figured I would ever talk with Cathy after the expo. 

We shared a box of popcorn and enjoyed the movie. I don't know what it is about hero movies, you know the ending before they start, but you still find yourself cheering for the masked avenger and hissing at the villains. It must be the happy ending that sucks me in. Knowing that everything is right with the world when projector finally stops has a strong appeal.

Cathy grabbed my hand when we left the theater. "I want to show you my collection." She spun in front of me pulling me along. "My apartment is a few blocks from here, just down that way." She was pointing down the road to the east. 

"That would be cool!" I was excited to know more about Cathy. I was surprised she would want to share her real self with me. I followed happily and she wrapped her other arm mine and leaned into me. It was more affectionate than I expected, but I let it slide and enjoyed her closeness. I did like the smell of hair. 

Cathy had a small apartment on the third floor of a renovated stone building. It looked like it might have been a bank at one time, but it was hard to tell. Cathy opened the door to her apartment and I entered a different world. I would peg Cathy at or nearing thirty. Her apartment looked like a college dorm room. Instead of framed pictures, she had hung posters. The furniture was an eclectic mix of comfortable pieces. The carpeting was old, but covered with throw rugs giving it an Indian like flair. Strangely, I felt perfectly at home. 




The Gift



"I don't usually have visitors." She said as she scooted ahead to move dirty dishes from the counter into the sink. I smiled at her.

"I like it." I nodded my head looking around. My eyes drifted to a set of bookcases. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They were filled with board games and not the crappy ones found in most homes. It is rare to meet someone who shared my affinity for designer games. Mary will play a few of the lighter ones with me. I belonged to a group that plays once a month where I got to pull out the real meat and potato games. I sauntered over while Cathy was busy straightening up the open kitchen. 

All the good standards where there; Puerto Rico, Stone age, Carcassonne, Settlers, and Caylus to name a few. There were even a few new titles that I haven't had a chance to play yet. Some were still in shrink wrap. One of the curses of being a board gamer is finding people willing to learn new games. I have many unplayed titles myself. My finger brushed along a few variations of Ticket to Ride and many boxes of Dominion. Cathy was a gamer. I wondered if Mary knew that about her. Maybe she thought a game with a sexy girl would be part of the present. Cathy moved next to me looking a bit embarrassed. 

"That's my other collection. Kind of juvenile I know." She put her hand tenderly on top of one of the boxes. "Most people don't understand that they are a so much better than Monopoly." 

"How can you have Agricola shrink wrapped with an open Caverna right next to it?" They were both by the same designer, but Agricola was much older. Her smile brightened the whole room. 

"Free shipping." Cathy said as she softly punching me in the arm. "Agricola put me over a hundred so it only cost me about ten bucks." She softly caressed where her faux punch hit. "Doug, you're a gamer."

"Once a month, every month." I smiled back. "I think you duplicate a large portion of my collection right here." 

"Do you think Mary knew about this?" Her face returned to a more serious look. "This has got to be more than a coincidence." 

"I was thinking the same thing." I looked at Cathy in a new light. If I wasn't so in love with Mary, Cathy would be my fantasy girl. She didn't look like nerd, but she walked like nerd. What was Mary thinking? "I wouldn't mind a quick Nordic Countries, if you're game?" She ripped the game off the shelf.

"I'll kick your ass." She was more than willing. She was ecstatic. I guess you can say she was getting paid to play a game. I would have quit my job a long time ago if there was any money in playing board games. 

We had it set up with Cathy as purple and I was running black. We spent the next fifteen minutes warring over sections of railroad track. As the game wound down, I realized I was holding the necessary cards to finish my tickets and call end game. I knew Cathy needed more time. She had just drawn new tickets and her expression led me to believe they weren't easy ones. I decided to give her a few more turns. 

I played my red cards to take a neutral set of track. That left me no reds for the red section I needed. I spent seven turns trying to recollect the reds necessary to complete the last section. I didn't make it by the time Cathy forced end game. We turned our tickets and I lost big by missing that red route. Her smile was contagious. She didn't gloat while we cleaned up the pieces, which made my loss more pleasant. 

Cathy put the box back on the shelf in its spot. She returned to me and held out her hand. I took it and rose out of my chair and she pulled me into the bedroom. I was expecting to see her comic book collection. She pulled me the end of her bed and pushed me down on it. With the smile still frozen on her face, she reached down, and pulled her shirt off over her head. 

"I won so I get to fuck you now." She removed her bra and let her gorgeous breasts free. 

"What if I had won?" Cathy laughed. 

"Same thing, I just wouldn't have enjoyed it as much." Cathy began undoing her pants. I kicked off my shoes and began unbuttoning my shirt. Good thing I let her win, I thought. She dropped her pants and panties in a flourish and stepped out of them. She was moving a bit quick, like she was anxious. I was only half hard by the time she was pulling my pants off my legs. My shorts followed as I removed my shirt.

Cathy dropped to her knees and immediately closed her mouth around my cock. She used her hands and lips to coax me to hardness. There was little sensuality to her technique, just raw sex. She popped her mouth off when she was satisfied and smiled as she climbed up onto the bed and over me. Cathy grabbed my shaft and positioned me at her shaved entrance. She dragged her pussy back and forth across my little head. She was soaking and I was lubricated quickly. I sensed her need and it enhanced my mine. 

Cathy slowly sank down my shaft, carefully guiding it with her hand. She removed her hand as our groins met and she looked up at the ceiling. "God, I wanted this." She moaned. Cathy was talking to herself. I have only seen need in one other woman in my life. It was incredible seeing it in Cathy. I felt twenty again as I reached up and tenderly groped her breasts. She looked so beautiful mounted on me like she was. Her hips began grinding back and forth into my pelvis. I felt my cock moving from the front to the back inside her warm pussy.

Cathy dropped forward and smashed her breasts into my chest. Her hips increased, now grinding her clit into my pelvis. It felt like my cock was going to be ripped off. I couldn't believe how excited she was. She was breathing heavy when her lips dropped to my ear.

"I saw what you did. You let me win." Cathy's hips were grinding harder and her legs were twitching out of rhythm. "That's so fucking sexy." She switched to my other ear. "Don't do it again." She licked my ear panting loudly and then moved to my mouth. Cathy's lips attacked mine. Her tongue flicked between my lips as I heard a groan begin in her gut. I was forcing my hips into Cathy's. Her impending orgasm was driving mine. Her kiss became more passionate. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close as her entire body began to tremble and she moaned deeply into my mouth. I was driving my hips upward as her pussy clamped down on my cock. I exploded into my trembling goddess which sent another wave through her body. 

"God...Oh God!" Her limbs were tightening and I felt her pelvis begin jerking as I spilled another load into her. I held her tight as her head dropped to my shoulder. We were both soaked in sweat and Cathy was still panting. I began caressing her back wondering where her desire came from. I couldn't believe how enjoyable it was. I could really fall for a girl like Cathy. 

The thought hit me a bit hard. There was no Mary in that thought. What the hell was I doing? I rolled Cathy off me a little too quickly and sat up. "I liked that too much." I told her while looking at the wall. I wasn't sure if I should leave. I wasn't sure of anything. I heard a small whimper and looked over at water eyes.

"I'm sorry," Cathy was trying not to cry, "I didn't mean for that." I knew what she meant and realized she felt it too. What the hell was Mary thinking when she thought this up? I lay back down and pulled Cathy to my chest. I couldn't just leave after that. 

"What the hell was Mary thinking?" I said out loud. 

"You need to call her, Doug." I felt her crying on my chest. "You can't stay here. It will fuck everything up." I stroked her hair not wanting to break the embrace, but knowing I should. I sat up again bringing her with me. I wiped her tears away with my thumb and kissed her on the forehead. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I stood up slowly and started dressing. Cathy didn't move from the bed and just stared at the floor. "Are you going to be alright?" I said it softly. She looked up at me.

"I'm just going to lay here and listen to some music." She sighed a bit. "I'll be alright." I could tell that if I didn't leave, she wouldn't be alright. I finished dressing and headed to the door. 

"Goodbye Cathy." I said it without looking back. There was no reply so I closed her bedroom door quietly and headed to the apartment door. Before I reached the handle I heard the unmistakable beginning of "Sugar Magnolia" wafting from behind the bedroom door. Something was really wrong. Things began to click in my brain and my eyes filled with water. I ran back to the bedroom and pushed open the door. 

"Grateful Dead is your favorite group." Tears were pouring from my eyes. I already knew the answer because it was mine. Cathy was shocked that I was back and only nodded. I sat back down on the bed. "Something is really wrong. Mary wants us together." I couldn't hold back the tears. There was only one reason she would do that. I didn't see the signs, and I should have. Cathy moved close and hugged me from behind. 

"Why would she do that?" Cathy was tearing up again. "I know she loves you, and you love her." I started sobbing. I didn't want to say it out loud. "Oh fuck. That can't be it, Doug." She guessed what I already knew. I forced myself to stop crying and Cathy wiped my tears away. "You have to call her NOW!" Cathy tried to get my phone out of my pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. She reached over and turned off the stereo, got up and left the room closing the door behind her. 

"Hi Mary." I wasn't sure how to begin. 

"Hi Doug. Did you and Cathy have fun today?" She sounded upbeat. I shouldn't do this over the phone, but waiting would be worse. 

"I know what you're doing Mary." There was long pause. I didn't want to follow up. I was afraid I would start crying. 

"We aren't back to that again. It's just sex silly." Mary didn't sound as confident as this morning. "Try and tell me you aren't enjoying her."

"When were you going to tell me?" I didn't want to talk about Cathy anymore. I also didn't want to be mean. Mary had to know that I knew. I heard the crying start and my eyes filled again.

"After you fell in love with her. I couldn't bear knowing I would leave you alone." Mary was trying not to get choked up and failing miserably. I am sure she could hear my sobbing. 

"I'm so sorry I didn't see it. There's got to be something we can do?" I was crying again. I should be home with her. 

"No. Just come home and bring Cathy with you." Mary could hardly get the sentence out. There was no way I was bringing Cathy home. 

"I'm coming home alone. I love you and will always love you." I was more forceful. "It will be you and me and no one else." I heard her crying again. 

"Okay then let me talk to Cathy." I didn't want to let that happen so I paused trying to think up a reason why. "I'll just call her anyway, Doug." Mary was persistent. I didn't like the idea of sharing this time with anyone else. I opened the bedroom door. Cathy was sitting on the couch in a robe. Her eyes were a sore red. 

"She wants to talk to you." I held out the phone. I should have just hung up and went home. Cathy hesitantly grabbed the phone.

"Hello." Cathy's voice was weak. Her head was slumped while she stared at the floor. I knew she was in an impossible situation. She raised her teary eyes to me. "Yes." There was another long pause and Cathy wiped her eyes. "I promise." I wasn't sure what she was promising, and I didn't want to know. "Okay." Cathy hung up the call and stood up to hand me the phone. As I took it she leaned in and kissed my cheek. 

"You need to go home Doug." She led me to the door. I could see she was struggling with her thoughts. I didn't have time to help her. I needed to get home to Mary. I left never expecting to see her again. 

...

November 12th was always a sad day. Mary died seven years ago this very day and my drive home from work was all the more tedious. I really wished I could wipe the date off the calendar. Everyone at work knew and left me alone which made the day even longer. When you lose someone as close as Mary, part of you dies with them. There is little you can do about it. You mourn and time begins to heal, but you will always feel that something is missing. I pulled into the driveway and waited for the garage door to finish its ascent. Our love was pure and uncluttered. Something like that couldn't be forgotten. I turned off the engine and headed for the kitchen door. I took a deep breath to clear my mind and opened the door. 

"Daddy!" the cutest raven haired five year old girl came running into my arms. It was hard to be sullen when you're greeted like that. It wouldn't have mattered what kind of day it was. 

"How's my Mary doing?" I said as I wrapped my arms around her and hoisted her to my hip. She felt so comfortable hanging there. I kissed her forehead and hugged her close. 

"Mommy said we could play Candy Land when you got home." Mary was all smiles and I could tell she was super excited about the impending game. "I got it all setup and I didn't need any help." She wiggled out of my arms and ran toward the dining room where I was sure the board was ready to go. 

"Give daddy a chance to breathe honey." Cathy came out of the hallway smiling. She was as lovely as ever. Motherhood suited her and she wore it so well. "Long day?" She kissed me and tenderly stroked the side of my face. She knew what day it was. She had promised Mary that she would be there at the funeral. When Mary asked if she could love me, Cathy had answered "yes". Mary made sure I wasn't going to be alone. 

"It was." I smiled. "It's really good to be home."

"Mommy...daddy it's ready." Mary was still the center of my life.



The Gift



"And on this, the occasion of our daughter's birth, we call forth the three fairies to be her godmothers. Wise beyond even their own years and powerful beyond our knowing, we offer our finest jewels to thee." 

The king stood atop the dais, arms raised. His staff of office was held in one hand with the other bare to show his good intentions. Before him, a select crowd of nobles and rich merchants applauded politely. The queen, so fresh from a harsh childbirth, smiled thinly from her seat next to her royal husband. 

Doves were released from behind the throne. Chosen for their purity, their white wings fairly shined in the mid-morning sun. The doves, the symbol of their kingdom, spread in an arc above the crowd. A few unlucky nobles cursed silently when the birds relieved themselves but the ceremony otherwise proceeded as planned. 

Three plump women bowed before the king as they waited to bestow their gifts. 

The first fairy touched the tiny sleeping princess's forehead. A single golden lock of the child's hair came free from the swaddling. "For you, tiny god daughter, strength of limbs and vitality to match. You should grow strong and true." 

"From me," said the second fairy, kissing the small child's forehead. "Wisdom to know the true path you must take and the courage to see it to the end." 

The last fairy, her fat cheeks wide on her face, brushed her fingernail against the child's hair. "And my gift. The voice to call your people and the words to bind them to your cause. You'll grow into a fine queen." 

Cheers erupted amongst the people watching. The king raised his scepter higher while the queen smiled bravely. 

"And now-" the king began. 

A dark shadow formed in the spotless corner of the chamber. Light seemed to bend around the darkness, creating a wavering reflection of the surrounding room. The crowd murmured and moved, giving wide berth to the unnatural scene. A noble lady gasped as a frail hand pushed through the black veil. 

"Wisdom, was it?" A cackling voice said. A thin, bony arm followed the hand and, finally, an old crone stepped through. "Strength? Leadership?" 

"Who are you?" the king demanded. 

"Pah!" the old woman shouted. She was dressed in rags, bent over her staff and her gimlet eye surveyed the crowd. "You beggar yourself for useless trinkets! Your kingdom is poor and surrounded by those who would take it for their own. And, instead of readying yourself for conflict, you frolic in your fields like naïve children. While around you, vultures prowl." 

The old woman's staff click-clacked on the marble floor as she made her way to the throne. The crowd parted before her while the three fairies stepped down to face the newcomer. 

"It is our way," the king said. His face grew red with anger, dark splotches forming above his well-trimmed beard. "We are a peaceful-" 

"No!" the woman screeched. "You hide behind your doves and your lambs, playing at peace, afraid to take up arms and offend your neighbors!" She turned in a circle, pointing her staff at the assembly. "And all the while, around you, your lords and ladies and blacksmiths sell their wares and their souls to your enemies." 

"This is an outrage-!" 

"I would never-!" 

"Lies!" 

"My king, surely-!" 

"SILENCE!" the crone roared, stamping her oaken staff. A wave of force radiated from her. A few of the more brave men in the crowd stepped toward her. "Any man that touches me dies. Or lady. Know this and stand aside." 

The three fairies stood alone before the old woman. 

"Will you harm her?" one asked. 

"No," the crone answered. 

"You swear?" asked a second. 

"I do." 

Click-clack went the crone's staff as the fairies stood away from her. The third fairy gestured at the king and he backed away, his face ashen. 

Standing before the tiny princess, the old woman pricked her thumb on her own snaggletooth. Thick, rich blood welled from the wound. With surprising delicacy, she leaned over the small child and pressed her thumb against the babe's lips. The child sucked at the thumb in her sleep, well trained by the touch of her nursemaid's nipple. The crone whispered to the child and then stood. 

Ignoring the cries of outrage that bloomed around her, the old witch turned and made her way back to her magical globe. 

"Wait!" the king. Panic stood clear on his face. "What have you done with her?!" 

The old woman turned, her face grim. "I have made her fierce. As you will not." Without another word, the woman turned, stepped into the darkness and was no more. 

- 

The child grew under the watchful eye of the king, queen and her nursemaids. She was a beautiful golden-haired young girl and the darling of the court. She was fast and sweet and quick to laugh. Slowly, the king's fears vanished. The old witch had failed, her curse perhaps broken by the fairy gifts. 

However, the king quietly chose to look into her warnings. In response, the nobles and merchants hid their dealings, delaying plans for years until the king's suspicions were laid to rest. The kingdom flourished and the king eventually continued to ignore the small signs of tensions growing along his border. 

Princess Isabella learned her lessons well and without complaint. Never had anyone seen such a well-spoken, innocent young child. When she reached the proper age, she learned to blush prettily at the boys while reciting poetry or practicing her needlework. She sat with her mother, rapt with attention when told of more womanly duties. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her own golden-haired children, even if the hows and whys of their creation were beyond her. 

When her blood came, she was terrified and tried to hide it. A few more lessons were given but, still, her innocence was preserved. The holy teachings forbid the glorification of intercourse for more than child bearing and so the young woman learned nothing of it save that a man and a woman were both needed. She need know nothing else, her mother assured her, as her lord husband would instruct her properly in their wedding bed. 

Slowly, old dealings were renewed. Promises were made and the drums of war sounded across the realm. 

- 

"But, mother, I know nothing of him," Princess Isabella complained. 

Queen Margaret pulled at a few loose hairs that had escaped from her daughter's intricate braids. "I know, child. None of us do but I'm afraid we've no choice. The terms were clear and we must not take up arms. We've tried to protect you the best we can but you've reached your eighteenth name day and we can no longer deny, in good faith, the suitors." 

The young princess sat straight-backed on her cushion. Thick white paint hid the blush in her cheeks. "And so soon? What will happen with you and father?" 

"My dear child," the queen sighed. "Worry not for us. We'll be given land at the edge of the kingdom and... and perhaps someday you may come visit us. Yes?" 

"Of course I would, mother!" The princess exclaimed. Why wouldn't I be able to visit you?" 

"Sweet child," the queen said. The older woman continued to pull at imaginary threads from the young woman's dress. "It will be difficult for you. Your father and I won't be at the wedding tomorrow and... and we may be kept apart. Our lives and the lives of our people are spared because of this union. Now you see why it is so important. Prince William is a fine young man according to court gossip. Brave and bold." 

Princess Isabella's face crumbled. "I shall never see you again, shall I?" 

The two women hugged, comforting one another as evening fell. 

- 

The small castle was nearly silent at night. Faint noises from the kennels and stables and servants working throughout the hallways were the only noises. 

Princess Isabella sat in her bed, propped up by a multitude of pillows. She'd tried to write in her diary but her thoughts wandered and she found herself thinking of her wedding day. Tomorrow she would meet her husband for the first time and they would be married, joined as one for the sake of the kingdom. 

Will he be handsome? the young girl wondered. Kind? Gentle? 

Princess Isabella brushed her lips with her finger, her mind turning to yet other thoughts. Although young and inexperienced, she'd seen husbands and wives kissing. She'd witnessed animals mating roughly before blushing and turning her eyes aside. She had vague ideas of how it would work. A slow throbbing began to build between the young woman's legs. Her face flushed red as she told herself how improper the feelings were. 

Although she knew she was alone, the princess stole a quick, shy glance around the room. Satisfied that no one was somehow hiding in a corner, she pulled the bottom of her sleeping gown up and over her hips. Her smooth, white stomach led down to the slit between her legs. Soft, downy blond hair fanned out from above her sex. The young woman played her fingers through the hair, sighing at the way her fingers touched her flesh. She felt different, she noticed, as her heartbeat quickened. Her touch made her more excited and something beat between her legs as if alive. 

The young woman's sex was perfectly formed and her small pink lips were nearly completely hidden. Slowly, as her excitement increased, she opened. Princess Isabella gasped. She'd never allowed herself to become this excited and, now that she had, the effect upon her began to increase rapidly. She felt swollen and, for the first time in her life, she could see much of her smaller lips. A peculiar smell filled the air as her shiny inner lips became exposed. The young woman turned her head, hiding it in her pillows as a small groan turned into a slight purring rumble deep and low in her throat. 

Images of animals mating filled her head. Stallions mounting mares and sows squealing as they were filled. She wondered - were men the same? Is their sex (penis, her mind whispered, a word she'd heard spoken by a few maids) like a stallion's? Thick and flat and huge and swollen? The young woman shuddered, revulsion mixing with a building arousal. Would it even fit? 

Slowly, the princess slid a single finger down through her soft hair to brush against her sex. Never had she allowed herself to touch. It was wrong. Her lord husband would father children with her and that was all. Her arousal was wrong. It was a sin to... Princess Isabella whimpered, a very animalistic whine escaping her lips, muffled by the pillow. Quickly, before she could change her mind, the young woman covered her lower body and buried her hands under her pillows. 

She felt so empty. Her entire body tingled, crying out to be touched, caressed and loved and her chest ached at two bright, hot points. Every time she shifted, her soft, silky clothes dragged across her smooth, lithe body and she shivered. 

Unseen to her, a line of fine blond hairs receded quietly into the skin along her back. And, as she grit her teeth against the urge to touch herself, to pleasure herself, her canine teeth shrank back into her mouth, once again hidden and perfect.  

- 

The morning was a whirlwind of activity. There had been no time for a proper wedding. No time to take months to plan properly. Dress makers across the kingdom had banded together to create a wedding dress for the young princess in a single day. She was bathed in milk and flowers and honey as her handmaidens attended her every needs. 

The princess stood naked before her three handmaidens. Ordinarily, she would have been serenely as they dressed her but, today, she blushed to the tips of her ears. Could they tell what she'd done? Was there a way to tell? Did she look different now? Was that... smell still there? 

Ignoring the thoughts, the princess focused on the task at hand. She grunted painfully but quietly as her corset was tied tighter and tighter. An array of dress makers fussed with her stockings and dress as she was fitted. Black velvet with white silk satin highlights made the dress incredibly heavy and warm but the princess was well schooled in hiding her various discomforts. The lace veil was the final touch. 

Princess Isabella barely heard the cooing of the women around her as they told her how incredibly beautiful she was. The young woman's heart beat fiercely in her chest and she found all she could think about was her wedding. Standing in front of a man she didn't know and saying the words that would bind them together forever. She meekly followed as she was led out to the cathedral. 

Prince William stood straight and tall before the ornate altar at end of the cathedral. Standing two steps above him, the bishop smiled serenely as Princess Isabella walked between the pews. The young woman recognized barely half of the people present. 

Behind the prince stood an impassive guard. He was young but his eyes betrayed years of experience in the field. Princess Isabella was startled; the guard's skin was dark. She'd never seen anyone without fair skin but here, now, was a man with skin the color of burnished oak. She averted her eyes, sure that she was staring. What kind of man was he? she wondered. Where does he come from to look like that? 

The crowd murmured in appreciation as she passed, her dress dragging against the floor. She could feel the stone tiles radiating their familiar coldness. It seemed the cathedral never warmed and, indeed, she'd often made excuses to visit and pray during the warm summers. The smooth skin of her thighs slid together as she walked and she was briefly reminded of the night before. 

Light blond hairs sprouted gently from above her sex. They rose along her taut stomach in a slow, lazy line to surround her belly button. Her ears, so petite and well rounded, slowly lengthened, hiding their new, delicate tips in her thick, blond braided hair. 

Princess Isabella stopped before her prince. The young man looked her over closely, his eyes shamelessly roaming her body. And then, he smirked. The young princess felt her heart sink. There was no compassion in the young man's eyes; he merely saw a prize won by his kingdom. The princess frowned, sniffing the air. A sharp, unpleasant scent cut through the incense permeating the cathedral. Sweat and urine and some other unknown smell wafted to her changing nose. She grimaced and her slightly sharpened canine teeth jutted from her painted lips. Beneath the heavy coat of red paint, the young woman's lips began to blacken and swell. 

Still seeking the unfamiliar scent, the princess cast her eyes down briefly. The smell came more strongly from between the prince's legs and she found her lips watering as she breathed more deeply. Sweet beaded along her back as blond fur sprouted between her shoulder blades. She groaned quietly, eyes downcast at the odd sensation. She felt a sudden, intense heat spread through her body, radiating from below her chest and down between her legs. 

The bishop was speaking. The ceremony had begun. The princess' tongue swelled in her mouth and only her heavy veil kept the crowd from watching as her long tongue hung free from her mouth. Her lips continued to darken as blond fur pushed through her skin and along her jawline. 

The heat blooming in her body was nearly unbearable. The young woman's virgin sex swelled as it pulsed, exposing her already slick inner lips. She barely restrained herself from shoving her hand roughly between her thighs. Her concentration was fading. She whined as fabric stretched across her expanding chest. The corset pulled tight as new muscles grew deep within her body. Her pert breasts flattened against her tight dress and she felt the slick, sweaty, soft skin sliding against her body. Her nipples moved as her breasts doubled in size, dragging torturously against the velvet of her dress. 

Prince William frowned. The princess had hunched slightly and he swore she was panting. He held a hand up to the bishop and the old man stopped. The crowd, unsure of what was happening, whispered fiercely to each other. 

Beneath her veil, blond fur raced up from the princess' jaw to cover her cheeks and chin. Her brown eyes lightened into a pure golden hue. Bones shifted and cracked and her skin stretched as her face began to elongate. The young woman arched her back at a sudden pain at the base of her spine. Bones and muscles grew and moved and a thick tail, held tight against her dress, slid between her bare ass cheeks. 

Hard, sharp black points pressed through the tips of the princess' fingers, cut through skin and nail as her claws came in. Her hands lengthened while her thumb shortened. Human thoughts were replaced with base instincts. She wanted to hunt and kill and mate. Her juices coated the fur that began to sprout from her tail. All around her, her dress began to tear, exposing sweating bare skin and thick blond fur. The princess dug her claws into the fabric around her throat and pulled, freeing her massive, furry breasts. 

Prince William screamed as he legs gave out. The young man fell to the floor. All around him, nobles and merchants panicked. 

Princess Isabella howled as her new, thick tail slid against her exposed, engorged pussy lips. She threw her head back and her veil tented out as her muzzle pressed against it. Her howl of pain and lust deepened into a bestial roar. Dogs around the castle were thrown into a frenzy, slamming against their wooden cages. Distant, somehow familiar calls answered her howling with their own. 

The prince's knight drew his sword but, to the princess, he moved in slow motion. She swiped a claw against his face almost contemptuously and the man crumbled to the ground, bloody hands clamped to his dark, ruined face. Princess Isabella bent to the prince. Powerful jaws clamped around the prince's throat and she tugged as her claws tore into his belly. Blood bubbled in the man's throat as he died. 

Snarling, the princess turned. In their panic, the onlookers fumbled and pushed and screamed. Not a single one of the two hundred guests had made it even halfway to the heavy wooden doors at the entrance. Thick black lips pulled back as the princess grinned. She stood on half-human legs. Sparse fur along her bulging thighs grew more dense as bones popped and cracked in her feet. Her slippers burst as her feet widened. She growled as new joints developed, forcing her to the balls of her feet. Thick black padding grew under her toes as they swelled and her small toe pulled back into a dewclaw. Bloody claws scraped, scoring the stone floor as her paws finished growing. Her thick calf muscles were quickly hidden under tufts of blond fur. 

Princess Isabella dropped to all fours. Her ruined dress fluttered around her as she launched herself into the crowd, snapping and biting and clawing. 

Behind her, the prince's knight cried out. Dark black fur began to grow from the slice in his face and his hand was swelling. Shiny black claws pushed through his fingertips as his hand became covered in fur. His black eyes faded to gold and he snarled as fangs burst from bloody gums. He grunted clawing at his armor. Powerful new muscles easily rent the steel covering him and he tore it all away, leaving himself in the simple padding beneath the heavy plate mail. 

The man's face cracked and shifted. He kicked the air, screaming in his strange language, beseeching the gods to stop the curse from taking him. To stop the thoughts that were now running through his mind. Slowly, his cursing began to fade as the princess' scent filled his nose. He rolled to all fours. 

The dark man's cock swelled under him, pushing above his trousers. He kneaded the ground with his half-muzzle lifted, scenting. A dark black tail grew from the small of his back, swishing against the air. Skin grew up along the man's dark cock. Pink skin began to grow in patches along his length as his manhood swelled and lengthened even further. Slowly, the head of his cock flattened and grew slanted. Pre-cum lined the tip before falling to the stone floor. The man's thick, red wolf's cock throbbed under him. A bulge appeared at the base of it, easily visible through his now tight trousers. The last of his human thoughts faded as the princess' heat filled his mind. 




The Gift



The knight stood, no longer human but a black werewolf. With an easy swipe, he tore away his tunic and trousers. His glistening red cock was completely exposed from his furry sheath. Walking on thick, padded paws, he made his way to the she-wolf.  

Around him, the still living lords and ladies began to change. Gasps and groans and moans turned to growls and screams. As with the knight, lords pleaded with their god. Lost prayers begging the divine savior to stop the madness creeping through them. Previously devout ladies bent to their hands and knees, arching their back for any male willing to take them. The half-changed women panted with lust and need as their sex dripped. Men took other men's wives or attacked the still human remainders. Howls of pain turned to cries of pleasure. 

A noble's wife, completely naked with healing claw marks down her side, clung to the knight. The woman's breasts were swelling and she held an animal madness in her eyes. A small, brown tail arched from her wide hips and her sex was hidden from beneath a growing tuft of fur. 

"Please, sir, knight," the woman gasped, her long tongue licking the drool away from her blackened lips. "Oh, oh god, please make it stop. Please, kill me. Kill me. Make it... make the heat... make it..." The woman groaned and pressed her still-human mouth to the knight's cock, her small, clawed paws wrapped around his length as she took him into her mouth, whimpering, fighting the lust and the revulsion in her changes. Another man, barely human, gripped her hips with sharp claws and she eagerly raised herself to him. 

The knight backhanded the woman. She fell to the ground with an angry, snapping snarl that turned into yips of pleasure as the man behind her plunged his thick wolf's cock deep into her slippery pussy. 

"Yes. Yes yes yes. Fuck me!" the woman screamed. Her voice was turning deep and guttural as fangs and muzzle began to grow. "Fuck me harder! Mount me! Make me your bitch! Make me yoooooooowwwwwwl!" 

Princess Isabella stood over a whimpering, bloody woman. The other woman, the wife of a prominent silver smith, was staring in horror at her own hand. Brown fur sprouted from her knuckles and along her wrists. Suddenly, the woman gasped and arched her back. The knight could smell the new heat spreading through the changing woman. 

Without warning, the knight raked his claws down Princess Isabella's back. The princess howled as her tattered, bloody dress fell to the ground around her. Blood welled along her back, matting her blond fur. She turned and leaped, crashing into the huge black knight. 

The two wolves tumbled, turning, snapping, fighting. She had changed him and, intuitively, he knew he was hers and would live and die at her command now but, he would take her. He would take her before any other male did. The knight fought with every ounce of his experience and that alone saved him. The she-wolf was stronger and faster than he was, despite her size. The fairy gifts had expressed themselves in her new form. 

The knight locked his legs around the princess and he turned. They tumbled, black and blond until the princess lay on her stomach. The knight knew she was moments away from throwing him. With nearly suicidal strength, he bit into her shoulder as he pressed his still-erect cock between her thighs. The princess snarled and snapped but then, with a fluid motion, she rocked her hips up and back. The knight's pointed wolf's cock slid between the princess' wet, virgin lips. 

The princess howled as she was filled for the first time in her life. The pain from being opened by the man's slick, red cock was immeasurable but she was in heat and she growled through it. Her wet lips gripped against him eagerly and she pushed her muzzle against the floor as he slowly pushed his knot against her. Princess Isabella opened to the knight, the hard muscles stretching to take all of him. She whimpered and whined in pain, lowering herself further to the ground until her soft, furry breasts were flattened under her. 

Around them, men and women continued to change. 

Unchanged women screamed in pain as they were taken by thick wolf cocks. They screamed out to god, to their husbands, to their king and lords until those same screams became cries for more. Cries for their own changes to come faster. Arching their half-furred backs with thick bushy tails as thick ropes of wolf cum spurted from between their own swelling, furry pussy lips. 

A middle-aged woman bent down to the ground to lap at the spilled cum. Her back was covered in patches of fur and her lips were black. Sharp white fangs caged her long, wolf-like tongue. She spread her hairless legs wide as she cleaned the other wolf's cum. Thick bushy fur lined the woman's stomach and chest and her breasts swelled with each deliberate lick. 

Newly changed she-wolves pushed men to the ground, impaling themselves on the male's cocks. Thick claws clutching their own engorged breasts, pulling them up to lick at them with their long tongues hanging from furry half-changed muzzles. 

Bashful maids, sleek fur showing through exposed bloody rips in their dresses, cried out, telling their new mates to call them whores, panting with lust the entire time. 

Near them, against the wall, a naked woman shivered, one hand against her small chest while another, traitorous hand dug through the fur of a male's head. The male licked between her legs and, slowly, blond fur begin to sprout from the woman's thighs and stomach. She begged him to stop as his claws dug painfully into her hips. Slowly, she began to press her hips forward more, her pleading growing fainter and fainter as a stub of a tail grew from her back. 

Princess Isabella howled again, head back and ears flattened. The knight had knotted her. She shoved herself back as blood and juices covered the knight's cock. She slowly raised herself to all fours and her long tongue hung from her mouth. She panted heavily as they slammed together over and over again. The marks on her back from the knights claws had healed and she wanted more. She wanted to feel his fangs in her neck and shoulders. She wanted to feel his teeth on her aching breasts and his claws on her ass and hips. But, all those thoughts were lost as they fucked. Animalistic, raw and hard. Grunting and growling and panting. 

"Please," a young woman said at the other end of the room. Bite marks were visible in her hips and light blond fur had sprouted around the holes. Her dress was torn, exposing that single, marked leg. "Please. Please don't do this. Please don't make me like them. Oh god, oh god, please." 

The woman fell to her knees. A young man ran to her and held her while she sobbed in his arms. The fur around the woman's wounds began to spread down her thigh and around to her sex. She shivered and moaned and cried in the man's arms. Light fur spread up between her cleavage and around her throat. Her red lips were darkening, trembling to show lengthening fangs. 

"I have you. I'll keep you safe. They won't take you. I don't care if you aren't from my kingdom. I'll-" The man cried out as the woman licked a long tongue along his neck and cheek. 

"Oh," she moaned. "I'm so-" She grabbed the man's hand, guiding him to her legs and under her dress. "I've never- Yessssss." 

The man snatched his hand back in horror. The woman began grinding against him. Gone was the look of horror, replaced by a look of wicked lust. 

"Don't worry," the woman hissed, laughter deep in her throat. "You'll like it soon enough. Gods, the thought of you in me. Look at them. Look at them around us. Mounted. Rutting. Like animals. Like I am now. You don't know what it's like but you will soon. And then you'll make me your bitch. You'll fuck me. Your little human cock will change just like theirs. Just like I want it. Filling me with your seed." 

A thick tail pushed from under the woman's dress as she dragged short claws down the man's tunic. He screamed and tried to push away from the woman but she held him tight. 

"Not," the woman groaned. "Not long noooouuurrrrrrr..." 

The knight could feel himself close. The sounds of those changing around him drove him wild. Princess Isabella worked her hips up and back against him and he could feel the tip of his cock brushing against something hard, deep inside of her. The smell of the other bitches was maddening. The knight clawed at Isabella's back and she gasped and shook beneath him. Animal instinct took over and his teeth latched onto her neck. His movements become short and quick and Isabella barked in encouragement. Her pulsing heat was a storm deep within and she felt the edge of something incredible coming. Something- 

The two wolves howled as the knight came, his cock swelling over and over above his hard, thick knot. Thick white semen spurted from Isabella's pussy, coating their fur in the knight's cum. Again and again the knight's cock spasmed. His teeth clenched painfully against his mate and he could taste her blood. 

Princess Isabella screamed. Lightning crackled along her nerves and she collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollable. The muscles deep within her pussy contracted, pushing more of the knight's cum from her. She twitched and gasped and her claws struck sparks as she lost herself in her orgasm. 

The orgy continued around the knight and the princess. A full she-wolf held a man's human cock in her huge paw. The man was terrified but unable to move as the woman licked and sucked at him, growling whenever he tried to move away. Her other claw dug into the man's ass and, unseen to him, a small tail had begun to grow from his back. Thoughts of his smiling young wife began to be replaced by the thought of burying his cock deep within the she-wolf's cunt. Fur spread up to his neck and his biceps bulged as he dreamed of the litter his mate would birth. 

Next to him, a human woman sobbed as a nearly completely changed werewolf took her. The poor girl's virgin, human pussy bulged to take the creature's slick, red wolf's cock. The male wasted no time or gave no thought to the frail, screaming woman's pain as he mounted her. The woman's eyes were wide with pain and fear. The outline of the wolf's cock appeared in her lower stomach as he slid into her. Again and again the werewolf thrust into the young woman. 

She'd been an apprentice seamstress at a famous shop and had jumped at the chance to accompany her mistress to the wedding. Now, she screamed in pain as she felt herself being split apart. 

Sharp fangs pushed through the young woman's gums. The skin along her nose blackened and her tiny breasts slowly began to fill out under her. Light brown fur sprouted along her shoulders. 

Our father, who art in heaven, the young woman prayed. Bones pushed at her lower back, wagging lightly in the air. Hallowed. Hallowed by thy name. Thy. Kingdom. Kingdom... The woman growled. Her hips cracked and broke as her body adjusted to take in her mate's thickness. Hallowed by thy. Thy... The woman's mouth opened and she began panting. Her hips rocked back and forth. She found a spot that her mate could hit if she raised her- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. On my hands and knees, fucking like a fucking animal. In front of all of these other wolves. But I have my mate. He's mine. MINE. My mate. Taking me. Filling me. Knotting me. God. I want to be bigger for him. I want to take all of him. I want his knot filling my furry wet hole. I... rrrr... rrrrrr... cubs... strong mate... hunting together... raising litters. Mating. Rrrrrrr... 

With a wet sucking sound, the new she-wolf's mate knotted her and she howled triumphantly. 

Princess Isabella lay on the floor with her knight. She knew she'd need to go. Although changed, she held a cunning intellect. She had visions of an army of two legged wolves following her into battle until the realm was soaked in blood and under her control. And once she'd conquered, she'd decide at her leisure who received her gift. 

And who would be prey. 

Isabella pulled herself free, growling at the pain she felt from the knight's knot slipping out of her. She stood, her thick blond fur matted with blood and their cum. Her tail flicked impatiently. A few remained human but, just barely. She watched as the last changed and then called for their attention. Her mate stood behind her, surveying, watching for threats to Isabella's authority. His deep red cock slowly slid back into his furry black sheath. 

It's time, Princess Isabella thought. She led and her pack followed. The streets ran red with blood and her numbers swelled. 

- 

Far beyond Princess Isabella's kingdom, an old crone sat smiling in a small tower. She saw what was happening in her mind's eye and she was pleased at her handiwork but, she knew, her work was never finished. In fact- 

The door to the room opened and a beautiful young woman peeked in. Spying the old crone, who appeared as a kindly old woman, she stepped in boldly. 

"I had thought this part of the castle to be abandoned," the young woman said. 

"Oh, no, just old Esta working her spindle. As I always do," the old woman smiled. 

"Your- What is that thing?" 

"Dear me, dear me, has the child never seen a spindle? Would you like to try it?" Hesitating slightly, the young princess finally nodded and stepped over to the crone. A small splinter lay exposed on the handle, just above the crone's hand. "Here, child, just hold it right here." 

The crone's smile widened as the princess reached for the spindle. No, she told herself. Your work is never done.



The Gift



Kara'it (the apostrophe is like a cheek click) decided that it was time to mate. Her people had long-ago discovered the secret of interstellar travel and had visited the planet that rotated below her many times. They had observed the inhabitants; using television reception, remote observation devices, and the behavior and anatomy of people brought aboard their ships, who were returned unharmed with either no or an unbelievable memory of their experience.

Kara'it's people had been civilized for tens of thousands of years and had reached the limit of scientific discoveries. They were able to analyze anything that their ships encountered. They were also perfectly honest and benevolent, having discovered how to make everyone telepathic. They were also altruistic and believed that they had a mission to pass their knowledge to all of the worlds that had intelligent beings and unite them. They decided that the planet below Kara'it was worth changing.

However, in contacting new worlds, it had also been discovered that the intelligent beings on many of them could not deal with the appearance of gigantic spaceships overhead because they were afraid, xenophobic, or suspicious, and many of the spaceships had been attacked for no reason.

The planet below Kara'it, whose people called Earth, had such a population so a different approach was developed for these instances. A perfect biological replica of an inhabitant of the planet was created with the intent of initiating a new step in the biological evolution, but with some improvements. Kara'it was created as a beautiful human female, about age twenty-four, correct in all proportions. She was given the ability to produce highly effective antibodies for all human diseases, had no genes for autoimmune diseases, and had the ability to heal herself. She was also a telepath and had been programmed with all of the best techniques of human love-making.

The observers has developed a set of parameters for the perfect human male and these were in constant use by remote observation pods in order to find a potential mate for Kara'it.

Finally, he was found and Kara'it transported herself to a city nearest his home where she rented a car. She drove it to a pond near Joe's home that she had found while scanning Earth and rolled down the windows, got out, reached in and put it in drive, and watched as it slowly sunk until it could no longer be seen.

Joe was a twenty-six year old farmer and retained the build and development that he achieved in the Marine Corps. He was also well-educated and highly intelligent. He was a bachelor and with the help of hired hands had created the best-looking, best-managed, and most-profitable farm in the area. He occasionally dated and most of the young women in the nearest town were out to capture him. He had a reputation among them as a tender and gentle lover but he could be rough when a woman wanted it.

Kara'it was walking down the lane in front of Joe's house and Joe was standing behind the fence as she walked past. "Howdy, nice day," Joe said. Kara'it gave him a disgusted look and said, "not for me!" "Why not," Joe replied? "May I sit on your porch and have a cold drink," Kara'it said? "Sure" said Joe and they walked to the porch together. Kara'it sat on the top step of the porch with the soda that Joe and brought. "By the way, my name is Mary," Kara'it said. "My name is Joe," he answered. Kara'it began her untrue story, "I was driving cross-country and saw a couple of young guys hitchhiking. I foolishly pulled over and offered them a lift. They climbed in the car and soon began discussing sex. One suggested that we go to a motel and have a party. I told them I had AIDS and condoms weren't effective. They soon lost interest, dumped me at the entrance to your lane, and drove off in my car with my purse and luggage. I'm really glad I saw you because there is nothing I can do." Joe replied, "why don't you come in, I'll call the Sheriff, and you can call the car rental company. Then we'll go shopping and buy some clothes for you plus a few groceries that I need."

Joe called and the Sheriff ask them to come to the office where "Mary" could complete a report and look at some mug-shots. Then they returned to Joe's farm where Joe said, "you know, you could stay here until you are able to continue traveling." Mary said, "that's very kind but I don't want to be any trouble." Joe said, "that's alright, I have plenty of room, there's not much to do at this season, and I have lot's of food and drink."

By now, it was late so Joe started to prepare dinner and offered Mary a drink. She accepted and asked for whatever he was having. Mary knew that the special enzymes she had would immediately digest the alcohol and that she could not get drunk. As they were having bourbon and soda, Joe was thinking about how lucky he was and Mary was thinking about how perfect Joe was. After dinner, they sat in front of the fire and watched TV until Joe announced he had a big day and would like to go to bed. Both the master bedroom and a guest bedroom were upstairs and each had a private bath. They both showered and went to bed.

Joe was sound asleep when he was awakened by a movement of the bed and something warm nestling against him. He rolled over and saw that it was totally nude Mary who said, "I hope you don't mind but I am very lonely and need to be held." Joe didn't mind but placed his lips against Mary's and went around and around her lips with the tip of his tongue. Her mouth opened and there tongues began to do everything two tongues can do. She began to stroke his back, his neck, and his chest, and he returned the affection. He cupped one breast and then the other in his hand, his thumb caressing the nipple. He bent his head down and began to lick around her aureolas and then her nipples until they popped out and became rock-hard. Mary moaned, spread her legs, and Joe continued to move his hand down, caressing her belly, and placing his hand on her mons. His fingers slowly pulled her pussy lips apart and he ran a finger up and down.

At the same time Mary's hand was duplicating Joe's caresses but when he began to touch her pussy lips, her hand grabbed his cock. Joe began to tickle her clit and she began to stroke his cock. Her hips began to lift up and she moaned with pleasure and he increased the pressure on her clit and put one, then two, and finally three fingers in her wet cunt and moved them back and forth. Mary was overwhelmed by the combination of nipple sucking, clit rubbing, and finger fucking, and she began to cum, uttering shouts of joy and pleasure. Joe was rapidly reaching a climax and asked Mary, "please stop, I don't want to come yet, I have a better place for it." When Mary came down from her orgasmic high, Joe slid down the bed sucking and licking as he went. Finally, his face was between her legs and started with licking the areas on either side of her pussy where the abdomen and inside of her thighs meet. He moved his face toward the center and began to kiss, lick, and gently bite her outer lips. When he sensed her increased pleasure be began to lick and suck her inner lips, then he began to lick and suck her clit, until she had another shattering orgasm, more intense than the one before. Mary said, "bring that dick up here, you deserve something more." Joe brought his rock-hard dick up to Mary's mouth where she took it in, starting with gentle sucking and then getting deeper and more intense. Joe felt that he would cum soon so he withdrew from Mary's mouth and slid back down her body until he was kneeling between her legs. She spread them even more, he scooted forward, she inserted his dick into her cunt and because she was so wet, he easily slid all eight inches as far as it would go. 

Using her mental powers, Mary put Joe into a state of suspended animation. A thin, tendril-like structure emerged from her womb, went through her cervix, and entered Joe's urethra. It passed into the epididymis, where mature sperm cells are stored. It sought the two most perfect sperm cells it could find, one XX and one XY. When they were found, a micro fiber emerged from the tip of the tendril and penetrated the wall of first the XX sperm cell and then, the XY. The sensors in the micro fiber caused the deactivation of any imperfect genes and replaced them with all of the perfect ones that Mary possessed. It then drew the two sperm cells to the tip of the tendril and it recoiled into Mary's womb. There were two of Mary's perfect ova waiting there to be fertilized and a sperm cell was inserted into each ovum. The ova then fixed themselves to the wall of the womb and began the initial stages of fetal development.

Mary released Joe from only a few seconds of suspended animation and urged him to cum. Joe began to strongly stroke, and both had the hardest yet simultaneous orgasm, Joe feeling like he had spent quarts of cum. It almost looked like he did because of the soaking wet condition of the bed.

Afterward, as they enjoyed the post-coital glow, Joe said, "that was wonderful, I have never had an experience like that before." Mary said, "you don't know the half of it. A lot more happened than just sex." Mary had conditioned Joe to be accepting of the situation and what she was about to tell him. Joe said, "go on, I want to hear about it." Mary replied, "It was my first time." Joe gasped. Then Mary told him about her planet and the goals of the beings there, the changes that would soon occur in him, the fact that she was pregnant, and how it happened. Then she added that this would be the first of (hopefully) many children who would breed and produce a new and better kind of human that would eventually be known as Homo novus. They would have the power to reduce the fertility and libido of those not of their kind and eventually the Earth would be totally inhabited by Mary and Joe's descendants. However, both male and female Homo novus could copulate with Homo sapiens, change their partners to Homo novus, and pass the new characteristics to their offspring by using the process that Mary used with Joe and with male Homo novus making the change in ova with modified sperm cells. 

Mary asked Joe if he would like to be with her for the rest of their lives and he enthusiastically agreed. They spent many years together and had many children.

As a result of universal perfect health and telepathy there was eventually no need for government, the military, wars, political wrangling, haves and have-nots, cheating, and prisons. There were no criminals nor prejudice.

The day of the meeting of Mary and Joe and the first impregnation was December 24.



The Gift



Of all nights for Harry to be late. I worked the four to midnight shift six nights a week. It was Friday, the night of my best friend Jeff's goodbye party, and I had hoped to get out a little early rather than end up running late. I couldn't just leave. There has to be someone on call at all times in case one of the lines go down. So I was stuck there until Harry, the third shift supervisor, showed up.

My buddy Pat, who is was Jeff's roommate at the time, was waiting with me in the maintenance office, as I sat there cussing Harry for being late. We still had to stop off at the local tavern and pick up beer for us and some wine for my wife. Pat normally rode to and from work with Jeff, because of a recent DUI, but because Jeff wasn't coming to work today I had picked Pat up. That was when Jeff volunteered to pick up my wife before the party started so she could help with the set up, and also so we'd only have one car to drive home afterwards. I thought it was a great idea, and practical, so I called to check with her. My wife thought it was a great idea.

Harry finally showed up and we made our beer and wine stop on the way to Pat's place. The party was in full swing when we entered, with people everywhere. We stuffed what beer we could into the fridge and put the rest and the wine in one of the many coolers that lined the kitchen floor along the wall.

The house they rented was big. The kitchen opened up to a great room with a huge fireplace centered on the opposite wall, with windows on each side that ran from the floor to the cathedral ceiling. At the far right end was a fully stocked bar, complete with a half dozen barstools. A closed door to the right of the bar led back to the bedrooms. Right in the middle of the great room was a genuine bar pool table, from the same 'Going out of business' sale as the bar and stools, complete with an operating coin slot. You had to put a quarter in to play.

As we walked by there were three quarters backed up by the coin box. I put a nickel up for Pat and I, just so we knew where we were in line, and then worked my way to the bar where Pat handed me a beer. I asked him if he'd seen my wife and he said no. Jeff's uncle, who was only a few years older than Jeff, was sitting next to me. We talked for a while and exchanged pleasantries until I asked him if he'd seen my wife. He said not to worry, that Jeff and my wife have been inseparable, and they'd both worked up a sweat keeping the party going and all. He was sure they'd be back anytime. He thought they'd gone for ice.

Pat and I sat and talked to each other and anyone who came by for a while until someone said that it was our turn at the table. He broke and dropped two stripes before missing and handing me his cue stick. The game was partners' eight ball. The next guy dropped a solid before missing, which made it my turn. We won the first two games easily and were in the middle of the third when I saw Jeff heading towards me. He had a big, shit eating grin on his face, we're best friends, and he had his hand extended. He shook my had and then put his arms around me and gave me a hug as he told me that out of everyone here he was going to miss my wife and I the most.

I'd no sooner asked him where he'd abandoned my wife than she put an arm around each of us and insinuated her way in between us. She was wearing a very short little white cotton dress that buttoned down the front. The top two buttons were undone, showing plenty of cleavage and her thimble-sized nipples pushing out against the light material were screaming "no bra". I took a step back and looked her up and down. She was wearing high heals without nylons or panty hose, hell the dress was too short for nylons, the garter straps would show, and besides, with the tan she was sporting she didn't need to wear any hosiery.

I whispered that she looked beautiful. She said thanks and held the hem of her dress out a little at each side as she did a slow graceful pirouette. She glowed. Then I whispered that she was way overdressed. I was wearing cut-off jeans, sandals and a deadhead tee shirt. She laughed and whispered back that Jeff had said the exact same thing earlier.

My wife then grabbed Jeff by the hand and led him over to the bar as she told me to finish my game and join them. I told her that Pat and I owned the table till someone beat us so we'd be a while, and pointed out the cooler with her wine in it. She sent Jeff over to get her a bottle of wine and went over and sat down.

Several times later I happened to look over at the bar and see that my wife and Jeff were sitting facing each other with his knees between hers. It was obvious to me that he and maybe a few others at the bar were getting a real eyeful. Her dress was so short that her panties had to be showing. Pretty soon, every time I looked over there, the crowd behind Jeff was getting larger and my wife's knees were getting farther and farther apart.

Finally I looked over and my wife had propped her heels on the upper of the two rings that braced the bar stool she was sitting on and I knew she was giving Jeff, and a dozen other guys a show. I walked up behind her and asked if she'd maybe had too much to drink. She said no, she was just enjoying herself, and as long as I was driving would I be a dear and fetch her other bottle of wine. When I returned she had spun modestly towards the bar and the group of guys her little show attracted had dispersed. 

Pat and I controlled the table till the crowd had thinned down to just Jeff's Uncle John and his partner, Jeff and my wife, and Pat and I. Pat ran the last three balls, including the eight, and John told his partner that he'd had enough and was going home. Pat announced he too was tired and already home. He said his goodnights to everyone and went to his room.

Jeff walked his uncle and the other guy to the door while I sat down at the bar next to my wife. I asked if she'd had a good time. She said that she'd had a wonderful time and wished it didn't have to end, but that it was time for us to go too. Jeff had just closed the front door when we got there. I suddenly had to go and announced that I had to take a leak before we went anywhere.

Just to satisfy my curiosity I left the bathroom and went quietly around through the kitchen so I could see the front entry without being seen. Sure enough there was my wife on her toes with her arms wrapped around Jeff's neck and her tongue in his mouth. In the meantime Jeff had one hand inside the front of her dress cupped over her left breast and his other hand under the front of her dress giving her pussy a thorough workout while she humped it. My wife keeps her pussy smooth and hairless all the time because she knows I love it that way. Now here was our best friend finding that out.

I was intensely jealous and unbelievably hard at the same time. I backed away and slipped quietly back to the bathroom where I opened the door and flushed the toilet so they could hear it. I asked if she wanted a soda for the road while I was still out of sight and heading for them, just in case they didn't hear the toilet flushing. She said no as I came around the corner to the front door. They were still facing each other, holding each others hands. 

We were almost home. I was driving. My right arm was over her shoulder and my right hand was inside the front of her dress, playing with her rock hard nipple. Neither of us had said a word. I asked her if everything was all right. She said she had a confession to make, that she had given Jeff a going away gift. I said that was nice, what was it. With both her hands she reached up and removed my hand from her breast and steered it up over her head and down between her legs to her crotch. She then proceeded to put my hand on her naked pussy, which was just inches below the hem of her dress.

You gave Jeff your panties, I asked, just as we were pulling into our garage. Yes but not just my panties, she said as she spread her legs more and steered my fingers in between her swollen, gooey, pussy lips. I didn't know what to say. She asked if I was mad. I said yes, but I was also incredibly aroused. I fucked her right there in the garage, on the front seat of our car. Twice.

We went to bed and played with each other until we fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning I had just started plowing into her again when her antics sitting at the bar the previous evening occurred to me.

I asked her when she'd given Jeff her panties to keep. She said it was right after the first time they fucked, much earlier in the evening. And when was that, I asked her again. Right after the party started she said. She was sitting at the bar talking to Jeff's Uncle John and several other people when he came over and grabbed her by the wrist and told his uncle that something had come up that needed her attention. He led her through the door leading back into the bedrooms and closed the door behind them.

When she innocently asked him what he needed help with Jeff kissed her and placed her hand on the erection that had tented his Levi's. Jeff has a well established reputation for being well hung and a cocksman. My wife said that as soon as she felt his dick she wanted him. He eased her onto her back on his bed and raised her dress up over her hips. As he did, he kissed her and unbuttoned her dress. He kissed and nibbled his way down to the top of her panties, pausing for a while as he hooked his fingers in the waistband on each side. My wife raised her hips, allowing him to slide her panties down and off. As soon as he realized that she was clean-shaven Jeff buried his face in my wife's pussy. He had already gotten her off once orally and had his cock buried in her, pounding away at her pussy, when his uncle entered the room.

I wondered where you two had gone off to, he said, and laughed as he stood there for a moment or two before he closed the door again. My wife said that she was embarrassed, but not enough to stop. They fucked twice. Afterwards, Jeff said that he wanted her panties as a keepsake. My wife said he could have them, but later. He insisted on getting them right then. She hesitantly agreed. Jeff returned to the party while my wife stopped in the bathroom on the way to clean up as best she could and straighten out her dress and hair. When my wife returned to the bar she said it seemed as though all the guys were grinning at her. At one point Uncle John smilingly asked her if she'd help him with something that had come up. She glared at him and told him no.

About an hour later they both ended up sitting at the bar again. She was sitting next to Jeff, drinking wine and talking, when he spun her towards him and worked his knees between hers. My wife could see that he was staring at her pussy as they talked and she began to feel this warmth grow in between her legs again. Jeff's uncle walked over next to him and entered the conversation, his eyes never leaving her exposed pussy. She went from self conscious to horny in a matter of minutes, stood up, grabbed Jeff's hand, and pulled him back to the bedroom where they fucked again. They lie there a while afterwards until Jeff said that it was getting pretty late and they'd best be getting back to the party. That's when they came out and saw me playing pool. Jeff said to let him go first and came out to meet me so she could go to the bathroom and straighten herself up.

I couldn't hold off any longer and shot my load off into her.

This is a true story that I submitted to Penthouse Letters Sloppy Seconds Dept. in Jan of 2000. They're version was in the next annual Wife Watching edition, the following November.



The Gift



I didn't want this anymore. I knew I had reached my limit. I loved them but I was tired of them all, my life was slowly passing me by. I was a spectator in this game of life. The constant drain on me was enormous. Being a wife and mother was hard, especially when combined with the duties of being a teacher. Everyone always wanted something. Taking five minutes for myself was seemingly impossible. 

I missed the days of university, the freedom to be myself, time to embrace my passions and above all to feel the desire of a man. Back then my body was tight, shaved and bronzed. My classes were filled with fellow young and beautiful people all trying to bed one another, now they were filled with precocious ten year olds who were probably getting more hormonal action in the thrill of holding hands than I was even when having sex with my husband of twenty years.

Where had it gone? That rush, that longing for a swift hard fuck against the wall. That thrill of just knowing one look could cause such a great reaction. Now I had to preplan a night when the kids were out, bother to shave my legs and basically spell out what I wanted over the blur of the TV. 

Back in uni I had an experience that coloured my view on sex. I was taken, literally kidnapped by a fellow student. He took me to a motel, had lingerie waiting for me, dressed me up and allowed me an explosive orgasm via his expert tongue. We hardly ever spoke after that, but his eyes told me every time I saw him, that I could be taken any time he wanted. God I longed for that feeling again.

I don't know I got separated from my work friends in a bar in the city. One minute we were all together having dinner and were supposed to be heading to a play based on Shakespeare's Macbeth, I had gone up to the bar to buy a drink for one of my associates and chatted freely to the bartender. When I looked across the room they had left. The bartender asked me what was wrong. I laughed as I told him they had ditched me. His reply left me speechless but for the first time in a long time I was wet.

Five minutes went past. I had done what I was told, I had not moved from my spot at the bar. He had not taken his eyes from mine. His break was about to start and I was about to be granted a wish. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door of the bar. It was raining a fine mist in the laneway. It is funny what you remember about the moment that changes your life. He started at my neck, hungrily biting and sucking deeply. He held my hands above my head against the rough wall while he worked his way down. He was tugging at my shirt with his teeth. Somehow he got to the tops of my breasts, his tongue circling lower and lower until he tore the lace of my bra. My nipple sprung free, erect and longing for a deep suck. Where were my morals, why didn't I say no, why didn't I knee him in the balls and run for my virtue? Because I wanted it, I wanted it all. I wanted to pant "Fuck me hard" but all that came out was a groan. 

"You are so fucking hot, I have been watching you since you walked in and I can't believe I have you out here already." I felt slutty at that comment and something clicked. My knee came up and then I was gone. I left him writhing in pain. As I ran around the corner with tears starting to flow I collided with a chest and arms so strong that I felt instantly safe. 

"Whoa, there you are. I was looking for you everywhere in the bar. I went to the bathroom and I came out for my drink but you were gone. Hey, shit, you're crying, what happened?" One look at my torn bra and my face spoke volumes. Tony, my work mate gathered me in his arms until I stopped shaking. His jacket soon enclosed my shoulders and returned my dignity. We went to the play, but his presence was never more than two feet from my side. As I climbed into bed next to my husband later that night I thought of the kind, strong man who made me feel safe in such a dire situation.

Monday rolled around, meaning work and facing my savior. What did I say? "Hey thanks for saving me from being a slut" just didn't sound right. I needn't have worried Tony basically ignored me for most of the day. It was only at the end of the day that he came over to me and whispered in my ear, "Come into my office before you leave. I need to ask you about something" My feet dragged as I walked to his office in the gymnasium. I dodged kids running home as I climbed the few steps and opened the big doors. "Hey you, I hope you are ok. Sorry I didn't get to you this morning but I had a million things to do." "Oh, that's ok. I'm fine, I am the one who is sorry. I was really stupid, naive and plain dumb."

"Lou, you are not stupid or dumb. I don't know about naïve but there had to be a reason why you ended up where you did. Do you mind if I ask you, did you initiate it?"

"What, sex in a laneway?"

"Yes, did you ask him for it?"

"No! I just sort of flirted and did what he told me. I didn't think it would end up like that, he called me easy for god's sake. I have only ever slept with one man... I ...I I don't know!"

"So you did what you were told? Maybe he took that as a form of submission"

"What do you mean, submission?"

"You know, a Dominant and a Submissive in a relationship"

"Well I wasn't wearing leather and carrying a whip!"

"Ha ha well that would make you a Dom, not a sub Lou!"

Even my breathing stopped for what seemed like a few minutes. Tony looked me up and down and said,

"Would you like to be a Dom?" 

"What, god, no don't be stupid, I sleep in pajamas and have sex lying down!"

"Vanilla hey?"

"What?"

"Missionary position Louise...."

My face was burning, but my nipples were hardening. As I was only wearing a T-shirt, it was noticed. 

"Have you ever experimented in any sex games Louise?"

"I have been married for a long time Tony, so no, why are you calling me Louise?"

Tony stepped closer and looked closely at my eyes, he didn't blink. I felt so scrutinized I cast my eyes away. "Look at me Louise."

As my eyes went back to his face, he stepped behind me. My breathing rapidly increased. 

His breath teased the back of my neck. I tilted my head back ever so slightly.

"What do you want Louise?"

I knew I wanted more of his teasing breath and for him to step closer but I couldn't find any words. I shuddered through primal lust.

"I asked you a question, what do you want?"

I mewed like a kitten, if the lust that was emulating from my every pore wasn't enough to distract me I would have been disgusted in myself.

Tony took that second to his advantage and bit my neck so very softly. I responded by a guttural moan. 

He stepped back and whispered, "Be sure, little one" 

I collapsed back into his body and he grabbed me with both hands. 

His lips and teeth started an onslaught on my neck. I could feel my body tensing and relaxing like an ebbing tide. I wanted his hands all over me, I wanted to kiss him, no, I wanted him to fuck me right there on his desk.

He stopped and pushed me forward. I was so surprised and taken aback that I went to flee. His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He spun me into his chest and said, "First rule, you never walk away from me without knowing what I am doing. Do you understand?"

I turned and looked at him, "I'm sorry, I don't understand this." 

"It is simple Louise, if you want to find out what you have missed out on, I am the one to show you. I will teach you things and broaden your experiences if you wish. I would be honored in fact to be able to show you just how amazing you can be."

I started to laugh, whenever I am nervous or unsure of things it's my default. He silenced my laugh with a look. 

"What are you asking me Tony, to risk everything for a quick bit of sex?"

"No Louise, I would never consider asking you that. I respect you, I think you are incredible but you always seem so lonely and sad. Basically I want to bring life back into you. I am not asking for a once off but I am not asking for you to marry me either. I want to show you about how sex can be your release, it will make you even more special. I want you to feel treasured and appreciated."

I was stunned, no one had ever spoken to me like that.

"What we have an affair?"

"If you want to call it that, but it is more a relationship that has certain limitations". 

I snapped alert at the sound of footsteps. One of the other teachers walked into the gymnasium and immediately headed towards us. I took that as my cue to leave.

As I drove home the conversation kept repeating in my head. The words Dominant and Submissive were the stand outs, I was curious and tried hard to roll back my eagerness to research them. Later that night I went upstairs to my home office, the house was its' usual self, no one would miss me for a while. I flicked on the computer, more alert and aware than I had ever been in my entire life. I searched images first and shuddered at some. I thought maybe I should read articles, blogs written by real people to give me a more normal view on it, surely not every submissive crawls around with a goddam dog lead attached to them. I had always loved to research and my persistence soon paid off. I discovered pages that were well written, considerate and informative. I discovered people do this within their marriages. As I pondered that thought I realized in a way I had been doing that for years, my collar was my wedding band, my tasks were the washing, cooking and cleaning, the only difference was I wasn't rewarded only continually punished by words.

The next day I drove to school with a lightness and a sense of anticipation. It dissolved throughout the day as the hours went past and I didn't even see Tony. I was overwhelmed at the feeling of disappointment, I made a mental note to stop being so fucking stupid and move on, it was just a moment in time that I would soon forget. 

As I got in my car at the end of the day I noticed a post it note under the wiper blades. I retrieved it and went to throw it in the bin in the car but I noticed it had been folded up and there was writing concealed. I opened it "Well, have you an answer for me?" My eyes quickly flicked up and looked around the car park. I felt as though everyone could see me and what I was holding. As two of my colleagues drove off I saw him, standing at the edge of the carpark just staring at me. His eyes were piercing my soul, my head nodded by its own accord in an affirmative manner. His face softened into a smile and he walked towards my car. My mind was saying "What the fuck did you just do Louise?" I braced for the impact but he kept walking past my car and got into his own, started it and drove off. I was stunned and then became pretty angry. I don't know what possessed me but I started my car and followed him. I wasn't sure what I was going to do I just went on instinct. Soon he pulled over in a side road. I pulled up behind him and jumped out. 

"What was that?" I threw at him. He looked like thunder.

"Get in your car, you should not have followed me, you will never speak to me like that again. You will be punished for this at a later date. Do you understand Louise? I need you to leave. Your life changed when you nodded, so now you do as you are told, leave!"

My face burned, tears stung my eyes, and I felt like a two year old as I got in the car. All the way home I swore, I made up speeches in my head of how I was going to tell him to 'Get Fucked' tomorrow, how dare he treat me like that. I was so angry that I was still slamming pots onto the stove and banging doors as I put away shit that was lying around. 

"Geez, you have had a good day" was all my husband could say. I longed to say, 

"Yeah fucking great, I was hoping to get laid today by someone who I really want to fuck but he banished me to my room. Now I am horny and I don't know what to do. So yeah, hey how about cooking your own fucking dinner for a change!" Instead I just said, "Yes, sorry I will have dinner ready soon".

My response confirmed it, I was going to be a natural at submission.

It was 8.35am the next morning. I was in my classroom getting the day prepared when he walked in. He told the two kids that were in the room with me to leave. 

I stood behind my desk, unsure and a little unsteady. His eyes were locked on mine. I immediately looked down. 

"Look up, you will look down later, right now I need you looking at me, we are not playing right now." The tone in his voice was frightening. I stammered out, 

"I am sorry for ..." 

"Stop talking, shut the fuck up and listen!" His language and his voice startled me.

"You agreed yesterday to enter a relationship with me. From now on we have two sides, a professional side where we converse and act like work colleagues whilst we are here. However, when we enter our time we have another side, one where you will obey everything I say and do things that I ask. Louise, you don't know how much I want to play with you, but you have to be patient. Soon you will be wanting to escape from me just to have a break from the constant attention you will be receiving." 

My eyes were glazing, like my pussy. God he could have thrown me on that desk and fucked me into oblivion right then, I was so drunk on his words I wouldn't have cared if two hundred watched on.

"We have a meeting after school today, it will finish early. Then you and I will come back here into your classroom to sort out next week's athletics carnival. That is all you need to know and say if anyone asks. Clear?" 

I nodded, "Words, Louise, use words." 

"I'm sorry, yes, yes I can do that. I am sure" 

"Fuck, maybe not so many words." With that he laughed, a soft gentle kind. 

"I can't wait to silence you" He turned and walked away.

God, my pussy was dripping, my underwear was sodden and I had to teach.

The meeting dragged on...or so it felt, actually it only went for twenty five minutes. As I stood to leave Tony called out "Lou, can you give me a hand with the athletics team before you go today?" 

I went to nod as I didn't trust my vocal cords, his eyebrow raised.

"Um, sure." I garbled out. I swear his eyes twinkled.

As soon as I walked into my classroom I felt the electricity between us. We sat close together at a table with papers in front of us. 

"Louise, I have been waiting for you today. Although I can't wait to start training you, we do need to talk so you are clear about the things I want to do to you."

How do I explain what I felt, fear, excitement, shame, greed but most of all pure lust. I wanted this man in ways I didn't even know existed yet.

"You have agreed to be my submissive Louise, is that really what you want?" 

I nodded. 

"Words Louise"

"Sorry Tony, yes I do."

"Ok, never say sorry again for something you don't need to and answer my question correctly by saying, Yes I have agreed to be your submissive Sir, no actually I prefer Master."

I stifled a giggle, "Master? You want me to call you Master?"

His look said it all. 

"Ok Master it is then."

"Louise do not mock me, I actually mean for you to call me Master when we are playing. You will obey me, in fact you will obey every fucking word. I will be telling you when you can fucking breathe."

At that I inhaled deeply, was I getting into something sadistic? 

Master didn't even give me a minute before he started.

"You will read guides on how to be a perfect submissive, you will watch porn that I choose, you will wear the color and style of underwear that I want, you will meet my expectations in grooming but most of all you will comply with my every sexual wish." 

He shifted his position and looked deep into my eyes.

"Louise, I expect all of this from you, you need to be ready whenever I am. I may play with you a little at work, to prepare you for our time but that time can be whenever. I may call you before work, after work but never on the weekend. You are never allowed to contact me. Is that clear, do you have any questions?"

"I actually don't know"

"Finish that sentence correctly with Master'"

"I actually don't know, Master"

"Better. Now if you have no questions I would like to join me at our play pen. I would like start today."

We dropped my car at the shopping center. I got in Master's car. Immediately his hand grabbed my right knee, he pulled it towards him and started to knead the muscles in my thigh.

"Are you wet at all?"

Wet? God I felt like a king tide had come in.

I went to nod, but reconsidered. 

"Yes Master I believe I am."

"Take off your underwear"

What the fuck? We were in peak hour traffic. I hesitated.

"Now Louise."

I knew it was wrong, really wrong but my hands went to my hips and I slipped my sensible decent underwear down. 

He watched. 

"Never wear them again, in fact throw them out the window now."

Jesus, emotion flooded me, all the 'what ifs' came tumbling out of my mouth.

He pulled the car off the road. He grabbed my hands and extracted the offending garment and threw them out. He grabbed my wrist, his thumb traced my veins. I looked at him with a trace of fear. He pulled me slowly towards him, never taking his eyes from mine. His kiss invaded my soul, his tongue continually probed the inner recesses of my mouth. He tasted like pure sex. I was lost in that moment.

I was panting as he commenced driving again. "Spread your legs now"

I immediately parted my knees. 

"Get lower in the seat and lift your cunt"

As I got into the position, he watched my pussy open.

"MMM, I am pleased, it looks exactly as I imagined, juicy, pink and ready to be taken"

With that he plunged two fingers into me. There was no warning for the intensity of his finger fuck. I don't know how he drove the car while he drove into me, continually, deep and hard. The sounds emulating from my cunt were amazing, the squelching nearly drove me to an orgasm. 

"Hmmm now that is when you are wet Louise."

We pulled up at a modest house.

"Make yourself decent, but do not change the consistency of that primed pussy. I want to fuck you in about thirty seconds."

God, what was happening? I was about to fuck someone and I couldn't wait.

He opened the door and I entered the play pen. I didn't even get to look beyond the hallway that first day. He turned me against the wall and pinned me. He held my arms above my head and ravished my stretched neck. Suddenly he dropped my arms and said,

"Get my cock out." 

I fumbled with the zip on his pants. His erection sprung from his pants. I pulled his boxers down and went to look down.

"Eyes up Louise, I want to be looking into your eyes when I take you for the first time." He lifted me up, my legs immediately wrapped around him. 

"Ready Doll?"

I muttered, "God yes please Master"

He slammed into me. His cock was enormous, it felt like a baton. He plunged deeper into me, breaking into new ground, no cock had ever been that far into my core. Jesus was there no end to him? It felt so insanely good, keep going I thought, all the fucking way.

"FUCK, you are so tight Louise, this is fucking amazing, I knew we would fit together so well."

He lost all control for about ten seconds and just pounded me for the love of fucking. It was beyond fantastic. 

He suddenly stopped, "Jesus, fuck, I just want to cum in you, I want to fuck you into this wall and shoot this load inside you" 

It was like a question. I didn't know what to do. I took a risk, "Master if that is what you want, then I want that too. I would love to have your cum in me."

Pure instinct paid off. The look in his eyes was so sensual. "Well said Doll because that is exactly what I am going to do."

He fucked me hard. His cum exploded into me. I felt it hit my back wall. His orgasm was like nothing I had ever experienced, he was so intent on giving me every drop that he pounded until sweat was dripping from his hair. When he finally subsided his onslaught I pulled back slightly, my arse was chaffed from the friction against the wall, my pussy was pulsing and I was longing for him to touch my clit. I knew I would cum at the instant he touched it. 




The Gift



He stood back from me, my Master returned immediately, "Clean me, Lick it clean Louise."

I had never even considered this, I was slightly revolted but I hoped that if I did that he would please me.

I had never been good at the whole cock in mouth thing but I gave it my best shot. After I had licked balls, cock, legs I was exhausted. I fell back onto my heels. My master stepped back "Well done on the fucking, Louise you can really fuck. I am pleased, but add to your list some research on giving head, you need work."

With that he pulled up his pants and walked to what I assumed was a bathroom. There was no offer of a towel for me. I just had to pull down my skirt.

He drove me back to the shopping centre and dropped me at my car. As he drove away I felt a wave of nausea hit me, had I just been a participant in a sordid game, I was horrified that he would look at me and laugh tomorrow. But as I walked into the toilets at the shopping centre all I could think was, "Please let me have him again."

At 6.30 the next morning my phone beeped. "Playpen, 30 mins from now."

My heart nearly stopped. I quickly grabbed the bag of new underwear I had bought yesterday afternoon. Black, pink, blue. Red........shit I had no idea. I took a gamble on black. G Strings hadn't been on my body for quite some time, it was nice to welcome them back.

I pulled up in the drive. As I walked to the front door I was nervous but excited. He opened the door and pulled me inside.

"Good morning Louise"

"Good morning Master."

"I hope you had a good night Louise. I did"

I smiled at that small token of appreciation. He walked behind me and immediately grabbed my arse. The black skirt I had on was smooth, he could feel that there was nothing but skirt between his hand and my arse. 

"Mmmm much better, I like initiative Louise and I like a G string."

With that he slapped my left arse cheek. I was stunned. 

"See that chair, hold onto it and bend forward."

I immediately did as I was told. He spanked each side of my arse hard. 

"Louise, do you like this?"

Strangely I thought, "Actually that was more like LOVE it" I smiled at my dirty thought.

"Louise, you smiled, do you like this?" With that he gave me the hardest slap possible, his hand imprint was on my right arse cheek for three days. 

"Yes Master, I like this very much."

He laughed "Knew it"

Ten slaps later we fucked, this time on the chair I had been leaning on.

He had me. I was hooked. I read everything I could, I watched porn that he gave me and I practiced giving head on bananas and cucumbers. My underwear drawer was changing but I soon realized that I needed a separate stash. I wanted things for my master and only for him.

It was hard being with him all day and not being able to feast on him. There were looks, playful slaps when we were alone and daily instructions on what my underwear was to be. I longed to be in his presence. 

It was because of this that I was punished for the first time. I didn't leave when he asked me to one afternoon. I didn't expect the extremity of his punishment. 

I arrived at our playpen and was told to strip naked as soon as I walked in. Stupidly I thought, "Yes, we are going to fuck!" 

Instead he grabbed my hair and tied it back high on my head. He pulled it so hard I screamed. But he didn't let go. He instructed me to kneel with my knees wide apart. He tied my arms behind me and slipped a blindfold on my eyes. He then gagged me with a tie. I felt something go around my neck, it was cold but soft. He then pulled it tight and did it up. It was a dog collar. He left the room. I was afraid that he wouldn't come back but I heard his footsteps return. Unfortunately I didn't know he carried a crop. I felt the first sting on my shoulder. My nipples came under fire. The pain was intense and I was fighting the urge to cry. My back, my thighs and then my pussy, whack, whack. I suffered for fifteen minutes.

As he left the room he said, "You will never disobey again Louise."

I was left in that room for two hours. By the time he removed the gag and the blindfold I was numb. My arms wouldn't release from the position at first and I struggled to unbend my knees. As I stood he looked at me, the single tear that rolled down my cheek spoke in volumes. 

It was two days before I saw him again. I was furious, my rage at him encompassed my days. I vowed we were over, I deserved better than that. 

He shocked me by asking me to meet me for a coffee. I went to the local café with every intention of telling him to fuck off. As I walked him he rose from the chair and pulled my chair out. I sat and cast my eyes down out of habit.

"Lou, look at me." My head snapped up at the term 'Lou' a subtle change to my name meant something. My heart felt like it was going to snap, he didn't call me Louise. It was at that moment that I realized I would never tell him to fuck off. This man owned me.

"Please Lou, talk to me. I went too far too soon, I was stupid in my eagerness." 

I was confused, my master was admitting he did something wrong. 

"Lou, can you forgive me? I will never bother you again. I am sorry." 

He took my silence as dismissal and went to rise.

"Sit down." My voice came out stronger than I thought possible.

"I agreed to be your submissive. I agreed to do what you asked. I agreed to obey you. I broke the rules I needed to be punished. What is the problem?"

He looked at me, utter bewilderment was written all over his face.

"Master, you are my world, I will give you everything I can, I want to serve you and only you. If you need to assert authority you must do it. I am strong and besides that crop was fucking awesome. "

He smiled and said "Playpen Now"

The crop hit my clit. I shuddered in anticipation for the next thwack. My legs were tied to posts, my wrists were tied to those same posts, and I was splayed open. Instead of the crop a series of knots hit the middle of my back. At last I felt the power of the flogger. My mind screamed, "Hit me, hit my nipples, hit my pussy" My juices were flowing down my legs, my body responded to my master so well. Wetness had a whole new meaning.

He untied me. I dropped to my knees. I knew it was time to show my master how much I had practised. His cock was presented to my eager tongue. I rolled the tip of my tongue over his head. I licked the fine line of the knob. I grabbed his arse and pulled him closer. I wanted that cock. I opened my mouth and flattened my tongue. His cock slid into my wet juicy mouth. I took it all the way. I pulsed my tongue around him and increased the suction. I was hungry for cum. I increased my pressure on his hips. He took to it immediately and started to fuck my throat. He pushed himself into my mouth like he had when he first fucked my cunt. I thought I was going to choke. 

"Louise suck hard when I tell you, I am going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow." I looked up and signalled 

'Yes please Master' with my eyes.

He groaned and thrust again and again. Guttural cries erupted from deep within him. His cum shot forward, it filled my mouth. The taste, fuck all my life I had wondered what it would be like, my master tasted so fucking good. I sucked him dry.

The following morning was a turning point in my life. On my desk was a simple box, long and slender. I opened it but it was empty all bar a rolled post it note. 'You did well Doll, I have something for you.'

I was intrigued and excited. Immediately a blush crept up my neck, a sure sign I was turned on. He asked me to drive to the local park with him at lunch. This was new, outdoors? It was a secret longing I had, out in the open against a tree......

But we didn't leave the car. He took a gold bracelet from his pocket and said, 

"I want you to wear this, never take it off. It is to remind you that you belong to me now. Louise you are mine, my sub, my toy, my doll." 

The bracelet had curved links and a heart clasp. I was overwhelmed by this gesture. I had read about public collars for subs, but this was so much more refined. 

He carefully placed it on my right wrist and for the first time ever, we hugged.

I left my husband. For the first time in a long time I felt free, happy and actually like the person I used to be. I was no longer smothered by negative comments, putdowns and a loss of identity. Although this gave me more time to prepare and serve my Master I didn't actually spend a lot more time with him. 

I had gradually become more aware of sensations and was often aroused by sights, smells and above all touch. My wrists became highly erogenous, my nipples loved the feeling of fabric touching them and my ankles loved the feeling of strappy sandals. 

I had been a submissive for three months but in reality I was born a submissive. I told my master how when I was younger I had been kidnapped and how it was an overly erotic experience for me.

"So Louise, the thought of a man grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, taking you to a cave and having his way, thrills you?"

I laughed at his description and replied that I hoped my caveman was just around the corner.

As I pulled up the next afternoon in my new driveway I noticed a car pull in behind me. Before I could get my keys out to unlock the door I was grabbed by a man in a balaclava. He was massive, his arms held me close to his chest. I felt his bulging pecs through the t-shirt he was wearing. At first I thought I was being granted a wish from Tony but I soon realized that it wasn't him who held me. Fear started to creep into me, I hadn't put up much of a fight at this point because I thought it was a game, but natural survival instincts kicked in. I went to scream, thinking don't get put in the car, but a hand clamped over my mouth. 

"Don't fucking make a sound, I will hurt you" He threw me into the passenger seat. The door handles had been removed. I curled into the corner of the seat. The windows were tinted so dark I knew no one could see me. He drove to a warehouse. When we pulled up he got out of the car, made a phone call and then opened my door. He hoisted me up over his shoulder. 

If I hadn't been so scared I would have laughed. The interior of the warehouse was dark. I only got a slight glimpse of the place before a tight blindfold was put on my eyes. He frog marched me a far way into the warehouse. I felt the ropes circle my ankles, my shoes were long gone, probably still on my driveway. The rough timber he tied each ankle to scratched at my skin. He pushed my arms up and I felt the metal bar between my wrists. He tied me tightly to the bars. I felt him leave, there was no sound I just knew he had gone. 

After a short time I felt hands circle my waist. I had a sheer shirt on with a short black skirt. The day was warm so I had no stockings on. Underneath was a black thong and a balconette bra. On the inside of my right knee I felt a metal blade. It disposed of my skirt. He grabbed the panels of my shirt and pulled them apart. The buttons flew off. 

I was petrified but highly aroused. The flogger took me by surprise. It curled around my hip. It hit my breasts, my thighs, my arse, my back, when it hit my pussy I shook with desire. I hear a buzzing sound. The top of my thong was grabbed, I felt it tear away from my body. The pulsating head of the vibrator hit my cunt like electricity. My torturer teased my pussy, always avoiding my clit.

My bra strap was snapped off. My torturer reached around me and grabbed both of my breasts. He held them to me, teasing the nipples with his thumbs. His breath was close down my neck. I smelt whiskey. 

He stepped back for a moment I heard the sound of metal clinking. Without my sense of sight I felt lost. My left nipple was not prepared for the pain that a clamp gave. I screamed as the pain shot through me. 

"Shhh Doll, relax" Those words snapped my scream. 

"Master, please tell me it is you?" 

"Yes Louise you are safe, you are my captive now. I can do what I like to you. What a great fantasy you gave me. That story from your past haunted me. I didn't want you thinking about some guy from uni giving you an erotic experience. I give you erotica, mine is the only one that matters."

With that he clamped my right nipple. The same searing pain shot through me only this time I screamed in pleasure for my Master. He grabbed the vibrator and held it on full speed against my clit. My juices started flowing and my cunt throbbed. I started to pant and the cries of an enormous orgasm began. 

"NO, you are not to cum, not yet. I will tell you when you can. Pull back Louise, control your body. "I started to moan in protest. 

"I said NO." He released the pressure ever so slightly. He then parted my labia with his fingers. The second vibrator was inserted into me. He set it on low but pumped it in and out. The sensation was incredible. He removed my clitoral stimulation and concentrated on fucking me with that vibe. It slid in and out so easily. 

"Enough of watching you being fucked, I want to join in" With that he untied my legs. I felt a lifting sensation, Jesus I was being hoisted upwards! I felt a cool metal tabletop under my knees. I knelt on the top and felt myself being lowered but also pulled forward. My arms came past my head so they were in line with my shoulders. I felt vulnerable and exposed as he pushed my shoulders down and my hips up. When I was in his preferred position he grasped my hips hard. His cock rammed into me. 

"You are mine Louise and I intend to please myself over and over with your luscious body." As he fucked me his fingers found those clamps, he squeezed them. A wave of lust like I have never known cursed through my body. I lifted my hips higher and met his thrusts.

His cum warmed me but I held on, I had to wait. "Louise you need to clean me, but I want to cum in your mouth next, so you need to work me." I knew where to start but it was hard to get to as my hands were still tied in front. But he was my master and I had to do it right. I nuzzled around the base of his cock until I found the patch of heaven before the balls. I licked it with passion before I snaked my tongue over his balls. I took then left one in my mouth and lovingly sucked it and cleaned it. His right ball had started to fill, I felt it warming. I licked up his cock and then down the other side. Tiny laps of my tongue cleaned every trace of our last encounter. I ventured to take his head into my mouth giving it gentle sucking. He responded and started to push forward. I opened wider and allowed him entry. He fucked my mouth deeply but ever so slowly. "Cum with me Doll." I didn't need any stimulation, just his cock. I exploded all over the table as he filled my throat with his seed.

I woke the next morning feeling sore but so satisfied. My master had become a pivotal part of my existence. I got ready everyday with the single most thought of 'Did I look good enough for him?' He dictated foods I ate by simply telling me what he liked or didn't like, not that we ever ate together. I just shopped for myself according to his tastes. I removed all jewelry except for my bracelet. I got a tattoo to reconfirm his ownership, a small infinity sign with the date we began and the word 'Adore'.

I felt blessed that I had him in my life. I was always so scared I would live my life without ever having experienced mind blowing sex and a profound love for another human that was not nurtured by my body. I am not superstitious but I am always careful thinking that things are going well. It seems every time I do, something catastrophic happens. 

I was brushing my hair when I noticed the lump on the back of my head. The doctors assured me that it was fine, an MRI would be performed and then a simple surgery would be carried out to remove it. I went into the surgery surrounded by my family and my ex, but the one that mattered most wasn't there. "Too many questions would be asked" was all he said. 

As I closed my eyes for the final time I only saw his face, my owner, my lover, my Master.



The Gift



"Go ahead, open it," he said to her, smiling.

The box in her lap was beautiful, intricately carved and deeply coloured; deceptively Light for its size. She lifted the wooden lid and unwrapped the layers of silk fabric to examine the box's contents.

"It's exquisite" she gasped, as she held out the antique kimono to better see its detail. Her heart was pounding, her breath caught in her throat. She shivered at the significance of the gift.

"It's over five hundred years old, worn by one of the most renowned entertainers in all of Japan," he said. "When you wear it, you must always speak in gentle tones, never raising your voice above a murmur. And," his voice becoming deeper and darkly firm, "you must never question me, never deny me while in this garment. Whatever I ask you to do, you must trust me and acquiesce to my request."

A shudder of pleasure ran through her, from the back of her neck, down the crest of her buttocks to someplace deep within her sex. She had not anticipated this from him, hadn't realized she would find what she had silently been longing for all her life. She had found her equal, someone as strong as she was. With the receipt of a gift and with a few simple words, she could, would become his.

"Well, try it on" he said, his voice had a purring tone to it, easing her out of her astonished reverie. "I want you to go in the other room, undress, bathe and then put on for me. I want to see you in it."

Dizzy, disoriented, she nodded her head in compliance and turned to the bath. "What am I doing?" she thought. "This is too much, too fast, I can't." Despite the protests in her head, she drew a shallow steaming bath, sitting on the wooden bench in the pool-like tub, rubbing herself with soap fragranced with patchouli, frankincense, myrrh, cardamom and clove. The mélange of scents was heady and hypnotic as she stroked her thighs; her hands slippery and slick she soaped her belly, her breasts; fingertips tracing languorous patterns around her nipples, curving under each globe, feel it's weight, gently crushing them together, bubbles gathering in her décolleté. 

She heard his voice through the door, disconnected and strange. He was talking on the phone, business by the sounds of it. He sounded different, harsh, and clipped. She felt a chill of apprehension pass through her; she never wanted to hear him speak to her in that tone. Heart quickening, she rinsed with the French shower, foam sliding from her body and into the drain. Only the redolence of the soap remained. Drying herself briskly, she attempted to shake off the narcotic effect of the recent events to no avail. She felt slightly calmer. She smoothed oil from a crystal decanter on her skin, the peony essence in it combined with the other spices from her bath and again she felt drowsy, the soporific scent overwhelming her.

She kneeled on the rough terry rug, thighs on calves, buttocks resting on her heels. She lifted the ornate lid of the wooden box holding the gift, the vehicle of her freedom, the means of her capture. The rustle of the heavy silk was crisp, almost crackling as she shook out the folds of the kimono. The fabric was an odd, olive green, somehow iridescent with threads of gold, palest yellow and pink running through it. Inside the lining was coral with tiny golden yellow flowers woven throughout. The olive ground was embroidered with lotus, chrysanthemum, and cherry blossoms. The intricate pattern danced and swirled in the light and she reeled, dazed by the colours. She stood up, lifted the garment from its box, and slid her arms one by one into the sleeves. She closed her eyes as the weight of it rested on her and she felt as though she were beneath a lover, captive but not trapped, restrained though not restricted. Her heart raced, fingers trembling as she tied and tightened the simple sash about her waist. She reached out her hand and grasped the doorknob, paused, apprehensive; he was going to be there, ready to see her in this robe, this item of adornment, this thing of silken sensuality that now would bind her to him eternally, inexplicably making her his. She would now be tied to him as surely as the sash of the garment wound around her waist. He would only have to speak and that 'sash" would tug at her, drawing her to him, captive and yet willing to do whatever he bade her.

Her hand still on the doorknob, she stood and trembled. She could not open the door. She had never given up control like this to anyone, and now, on the brink of this new chapter in her life, she hesitated. What did she really know about this person, this man about whom she had fantasized this very moment repeatedly. Would he be kind, would he truly understand this need in her?

A soft tap on the door startled her. "Darling, are you alright? Please don't keep me waiting, everything is going to be just fine."

Her heart racing, she opened the door and stepped into the other room. He was sitting in an armchair across the room from her. He made no move to rise, simply sat, looking at her, examining her. Her skin flushed, her breath caught in her throat, it seemed her heartbeat was the loudest sound in the hushed room.

"Stand up straight, please" he growled, his voice low and velvety. "Walk to the window, turn around and come stand in front of me." Awkwardly she turned to the French doors flung open to the ocean air. As she walked towards the windows, the crisp air washed over her and chilled her slightly. The coolness gave a tiny bit of relief to the anxiety she was experiencing. Pausing for a moment, she watched the ships in the harbour floating, drifting. She gathered her nerve, turned and walked to him, still Sitting in the chair, silent, unmoving. As she stood before him, she detected the beginnings of a smile at the corners of his mouth and he shifted in his chair. She waited, quivering as he continued to look at her.

"Beautiful, darling" he murmured. "Simply beautiful." He stood up, wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close. With his other hand, he reached up and caressed her face, running his fingertips over her brow, her cheeks, and her nose; resting them gently on her lips. She trembled with desire, apprehension, and delight at what was taking place. His grip on her tightened, his other hand meandered down the curve of her neck, slid under the collar of the garment, caressing the skin of her breast, then her nipple, delicately yet firmly. She gasped at the tingling pleasure of his fingers. He looked into her eyes. "Not a word," he said. "You will not speak unless I ask you to. Do you like your gift, do you like this?" She nodded, eyes closing, head lolling back at the ecstasy his fingers were conjuring. His hands seemed to be everywhere, teasing her, tickling her, taunting her. She moaned and as she opened her eyes, she could see he was smiling. "That's right," he whispered. "Everything you want you shall have, every secret desire you harbour will be fulfilled. All you need do is give in to me, give me what I demand of you without question, without hesitation. Can you agree to this, will you do what I ask of you, will you give me" he paused " your acquiescence?" His hand slid down to her sex and finding her smooth mound, slipped two fingers into her; curling them inside her, thumb sliding against the pearl of her pleasure. Her knees gave way at the sensations and he held her to him all the way to the floor. His hand working insider her, coaxing her hunger to it's peak, stopping only to begin again as her breathing slowed. "You may speak only one word; tell me yes or no."

She felt her pleasure peaking, her body trembled, every nerve ending brought alive by his ministrations. She began to shudder, eyes closed, breath ragged. His voice purred in her ear. "Tell me," he demanded "yes or no? Tell me now or I'll have to stop." He made to withdraw his hand from her.

"Yes" she gasped, "Yes, please."

He cradled her in his arms until she at last lay still. Her breathing slowed and she relaxed, sighed, and opened her eyes. She looked up to see his face, serene and flushed; a soft smile of satisfaction creased his lips. His eyes were gently hazel flecked with gold that shimmered whenever he laughed.

"You see darling, all that you desire and all you need do is follow My instruction. I know what pleases you more than you know yourself. I can tell by looking at you what you want, what you need. I know what you're thinking before you do."

The words came out of her in a rush. "How do you know, I've never told anyone about this, you can't know, we barely know each other. I can't do this, it's too hard, I'm afraid."

"Shh," he said, " Take a breath, slow down. Think a minute. Remember the first time we met? The blue spark that seemed to jump from my hand to yours? I know you felt the pleasure pass between us. I knew at that moment that I would meet you again, that you would become mine. It was only a matter of time until you came to me, opened yourself enough to me to allow the possibility of our arrangement to become real. But you had to come to me. I could no more force you to take your role than I could convince you that there's nothing you've ever wanted more."

The entire time he spoke to her, he stroked her hair, gathered her up in his strong arms and pressed her against him. The fabric of his shirt was slightly damp with perspiration, the scent of him clean and crisp, like the breeze on the open ocean. She could hear his heart beating slowly, steadily, like a timpani, causing her heart to slow to match his rhythm. He began to rise, stood her up and lead her to a large stone console table draped in a plum coloured satin and velvet throw. The satin was striped with dark blue; it shimmered in the light of the afternoon sun. Along with the throw on the table were two pillows in the center.

He led her to the edge of the table, stood facing the table, turned her so her buttocks pressed against the edge of the table facing him. He stood close to her, so close she could again take his scent into her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and began to realise what was about to take place. Her eyes fluttered open to find him smiling again, this time with such a turn at the corners of his mouth she knew that he knew her thoughts. She opened her mouth slightly and he laughed, his beautiful white teeth flashing.

"Need I remind you of your promise? Didn't you agree not to speak unless I asked you to? You must slow down. Look at me, look into my eyes, breathe my breath, and follow my rhythm. There, that's better. You think too much darling. Focus on nothing; allow your mind to float. You must not ruminate, must not put your mind to any subject. Listen to your body and mine and you will know what to do, the hunger will move you."

He slipped his hands under the open folds of the gift and held his hands with fingertips just at the skin beneath her breasts. She felt a tingling heat begin to flow from his palms to her flesh. Her breathing sped and he merely whispered "Hush, shhhh" in a low, long exhale. Taking his hands from her, he ran them down her arms to her waist, paused for moment, and then slipped them back over her hips to her the slope of her buttocks. Cupping his hands, he slid her to sit on the edge of the table. He slid open her kimono and ran his fingers along her collarbone. She shivered in delight as he leaned in and nibbled her ear, then pulled a long, soft kiss down the nape of her neck. As he made his way down the front of her, with one strong hand holding her he laid her back on the table. His kisses traveled down her belly to the rise of her mound and he paused there. Running his tongue across and then down the crease of her, he slid her back a bit, put his palms against the inside of her thighs and opened her to him. His tongue darted in and out of her, lightly caressing the pearl of her sex every now and again, causing her to begin to moan and writhe. Her hands found his silvery head, she held him there, the pleasure flaring to a heat in the center of her, and she thought she would faint. "Slow down" he breathed again. "You're not done yet. I'm far from finished with you," he growled. Suddenly his mouth was gone and she could feel his hands grasp her waist and pull her toward him. He ran his palm over her mound, the heel of it resting directly above the hood of her clitoris and paused, exerting gentle pressure to that tender area. She softly cried out at the sensation. He slid his fingertips along her labia, fluttering them ever so slightly. With one swift motion, he slid his thumb into her, and holding his cock lightly, slipped into her. She gasped at the sudden sensation of fullness, of being silently entered, stretched slightly, just enough to blur the line between pain and extreme pleasure. He began to move, slow, uxorious strokes, filling her completely then pulling out to the very edge of her and then pushed into again. His hands ran up and down the tops of her thighs and up to her breasts, where he held one in each hand, her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Velvet jolts of electricity surged throughout her body and she could tell by his throaty moans that he felt the same thing. Repeatedly he thrust into her, speeding up, then slowing down, matching her breathing, bringing their bodies into synchronicity, and moving them both closer and closer to ecstatic oblivion. He leaned over her to kiss her, first on her closed eyelids, then her nose, and then finally her mouth. His mouth was slightly open and his tongue demanding, yet at the same time his lips were soft and tender. The combination of the two sensations brought her heart to her throat and she welled up. Finally he could take no more, his hands slid to her hips again and fingertips brusquely pressing into her soft skin he pumped harder and faster. The arc of his stroke pressed against the center of pleasure inside her, causing her to arch her back to up to him, meeting each stroke, the silver fur on his stomach tickled and teased her smooth sex. Growls of pleasure gave way to moans, and in turn, the moans became almost a roar as he began to climax. Hearing his voice, she opened her eyes and watched him; back arched, eyes closed, that same serene smile spreading across his face. She could feel him begin to explode inside her and as he did, her belly blazed fiery, a shiver of pleasure shot up her spine, tinier shivers like the fingers of a lightning bolt moved across entire body.

"Now you are mine and I am yours," he whispered huskily. His orgasm peaked and he looked directly into her eyes as he came.

" We are equal in all things, although you have chosen to be mine and I have chosen to make you mine. I will never ask you to do anything that will harm you; I will however always ask you to do things that will challenge you. I will never hurt you. But I will leave you wanting. Desire is everything. Hunger, craving is all that are important, if we do not desire, there is no reward, no ecstasy. You will begin to understand this and learn what love really is. I promise this. All you have to do is acquiesce to me."

With that she came, all the tension in her released, she began to sob and laugh and sob again. Never had she ever imagined would she find this man standing over her, slowly pulsing inside of her. 

He lightly rested on top her, kissing her, running his fingers through her hair, his breathing slowing with hers, his pounding heart becoming fainter and fainter, until she could just barely feel it throbbing in his chest. The sweetness of his breath, the mingling of their scents rose into her nostrils and for the first time, she felt content.

Her search was over; he had found her when she hadn't even known she was lost. 

He had become lover, teacher, and captor. She had become lover, student, and captive.

The pairing could not have been more natural.

He gathered her up in his strong arms, carried her to bed, gently laid her down under a cloud-soft feather comforter, slid in next to her and cradled her against him, her head tucked under his arm, her arms wrapped around him in a rapt embrace. She lightly fell asleep and as she began to dream, he watched her, planning her next lesson. He could not have been happier, because contrary to what she thought; she had found him when he hadn't known he was lost.



The Gift



Mark & Gail have been married for eight years and they are thoroughly dedicated to each other. And Mark has a gift that he would like to present to his bride. 

Mark: "Honey, I love you very much and I want only what is best for you, both now and in the future. I never thought that I would be able to love someone as much as I love you. My love is unconditional and absolute. If there is anything that will make you happy, then giving it to your or allowing you to enjoy it will bring me great joy. I do mean anything. That being said, I have a gift for you. It is not something that you can hold, but it may offer you comfort or enjoyment in the future. Know that my love for you is so strong that I have only your interest in mind. This is a gift and as with most gifts, I do not expect anything in return or any reciprocation. In the same way that you get a full body message at a spa, going in with stress and tension and leave relaxed and feeling good. The gift is the same at this. This gift comes with a few conditions and the first condition is I need you to listen without interruption until I am finished. So what is the gift? I am offering you the option to have sex with a random stranger as a situation may present itself. 

"I know that your first thought is shock and probably, 'Oh Hell NO!' But please let me explain the full details. You know how much I enjoy having sex with you and I savor and value each encounter that we have together. But your pleasure and enjoyment is my greatest concern. Now more about the conditions;

1) Strangers Only -- There should to no acquaintances. It must be someone that you have not met before and that you are not likely to see again. 

2) Safe Sex - please use protection.

3) Any encounter should add to our mutual Sex life and not take away from it -- If I am there, or in any way available, use me, I will do anything for you. If you will not be in the mood with me later that day or the next day because of this encounter, then perhaps it is not the right time for the gift. 

"I would ask that you call me before an encounter but it is not a requirement. And also request that you share with me the details of your encounter afterwards. After all, I do not want there to be any secrets between us. 

"I am not asking for any reciprocation or similar terms for me, this is a gift and I receive the benefits of knowing that I have given you a gift that you can enjoy. The gift being presented to you is my reward. Also, please know this gift is a true and genuine gift; it is not out of any guilt, I have been and will always be faithful to you.

"So, If you are having a bad day, or need some stress relief when you are out of town, as an example and an opportunity presents itself, please take advantage of it and have casual sex with some stranger. Please know that I am serious about this so, I am giving you a package of condoms. Please keep them with you, so you will always be prepared. 

"Please understand that if I am willing to give this gift to you out of pure love, then there is nothing that I would not do for you. You do not have to accept this gift, but please do not decline it." 

Their conversation continued for some time, with Gail immediately rejecting his offer, but as they continued to talk, she agreed to not reject the gift, but instead she advised that she would accept it, but could not conceive ever using it. 

++++++++

It was almost six months later when Gail was called out of town on a business trip to Houston. The trip was projected to be a week long and she has already been there 8 days. That day she called me to tell me that she was having a tough day and still had quite a bit more work to complete before heading back to the hotel for the evening. Several hours later she called me back. 

Gail: "How are you doing Cubby? My day has gone from bad to worse at work today. Well, at least until I arrived back to the hotel. Were you serious about 'The Gift'? (Not waiting for a response) You know how my day has been going so far. And after finishing eating dinner at the hotel bar, and I ran into a Construction Contractor that is also here on business, and well, he does not have a clue what I am thinking, but he is divorced and well, what do you think?"

Mark: "That Great Honey! It sounds to me like you have numbers one and three taken care of. So, if you handle number two and you are good." (She made a puzzled sound.) "#1 -- must be strangers & #3 this won't take away from our sex life, as you are out of town. So if you practice safe sex, #2, then you are golden! Does he have a big dick; oh I hope so for your benefit?"

Gail: "I don't know, possibly. Are you sure about this?"

Mark: "I have never loved you more in my whole life. I had not thought it possible that my love for you would continue to grow, but it does grow more, every year that we are together. I want you to be happy and this sounds like the perfect stress reliever for you, after the bad day that you are having. Now go and have fun and tell me all about it tomorrow. I do want details."

Later that evening, she called me, just as she was walking into her hotel room. 

Gail: "Yeah, just calling to say good night and tell you that I love you very, very much." (Pause for conversation not heard on the other end of the phone)

"Yes, I just walked into my room with a guy that I picked up in the bar." (Pause)

"Sure, he is right here." (Pause)

"My Husband wants to talk to you." 

Ed: "Holy Crap, you're married!" 

She held up her ring finger and wiggled her ring in the air as she walked over and held out the phone. She was holding it in his face for a brief moment before he took it from her. After she handed him the phone she removed her jewelry, kicked off her shoes and adjusted the contents of her bag on the desk.

Ed: (Spoken cautiously) "Hello." 

Mark: "My wife deserves the very best sexual experience that you have to offer. Please take care of all of her needs and give her a night she will remember."

Ed: "Sure. I ..." (He stammered to finish his sentence, but could not find the words. 

Mark: "I know this is not a conversation that you were expecting to have, but my wife deserves the very best. I hope I can count on you. And also, NO ANAL!"

Ed: "Yes sir! Goodbye." He then set the phone down on the end table. Now that is the weirdest conversation that I have ever had." He said with a puzzled expression on his face. "A husband, asking me to have sex with his wife? I am not sure I understand this. Is he impotent?" 

Gail: "No, he just loves me with all of his heart. Now, no more talking." 

She removed her blouse exposing her bra. Followed by squirming her hips back and forth to lower her slacks below her hips and then dropping them to the ground. She stepped out of her slacks and turned to the side to look at Ed. She paused for a minute, standing there in only her bra and panties. Ed was not moving, but just standing there watching.

Ed: "Sorry, but I was just enjoying the view. You are a beautiful woman."

Gail sat down and crossed her legs to watch the action. Ed was in the process of removing his shirt when he noticed that she was watching his performance. Gail gave him a slight nod of approval upon seeing his solid muscular build with a moderately hairy chest. Ed sucked in and tightened his belly and he held it that way for a minute. Gail let a small half smile appear from the corner of her lips. A short moment later, when he could not hold his stomach in any longer, he exhaled, relaxing his stomach muscles to allow it to expand back to its normal size showing a small belly bulge. Her smile returned. He loosened his belt, unlatched his jeans and let them drop to the ground. He then looked down and realized he had not taken he shoes off. At this realization Gail laughed out loud, briefly. It was comforting to Gail that she could laugh, it allowed her to relax a bit from the unique situation of 'the gift' from her husband; she was quite nervous. 

As he tried to kick off his shoes with his pants around his ankles, he almost fell and had to steady himself on the edge of the table. And at this she let out another laugh. Ed managed to remove his shoes and pants, followed by his socks. He did not pause and quickly removed his boxers and stood there with his hands on his hips in all of his glory. Gail did not want to stare but she could not wait to see his package. His penis was hanging limp pointing to the floor in front of his testicles, but she could tell that he was 'well hung'. A small smile appeared on Gail's face, it was really more of a smirk. She felt a small squirm inside her in anticipation of the evenings adventure that they were about to enjoy. 

Ed held his pose, as he was now waiting for Gail to continue with her turn at undressing. She caught onto his implications and stood up and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Lowering her bra in front of her she set it on the edge of the bed. She looked back up and Ed was still waiting, although he was enjoying the view of her 'C' cup breasts, still quite perky for her years. Ed maintained his gaze on Gail and at this she walked around the king sized bed and climbed into the bed and reclined down with her head on one of the pillows. She begged him with her eyes to come to her and he obliged her. Upon arriving at her side, he bent over and reclined on the bed next to her. He kissed her on her neck and began to fondle her breast. She arched her back as she was enjoying the attention and the mystery of having a stranger in her bed. 

He slid his lips down from her neck and began to suckle on her left breast while he fondled her right breast. She melted into the bed at the sheer pleasure that she was feeling. He then moved his hands down along the curve of her waist and aligned one of his hands to the back of her bikini panties. He then reached down with his lips and then bit the front of her bikini with his teeth and pulled the garment down, while pulling the back side of the garment down with his hand. He continued his grip with his teeth until he removed it beyond her feet and then flipped onto the edge of the bed with a flip of his head, like a seal playing with its food. While still down at her feet he reached up as far as he could and placed his hand flat on her belly. He pulled his hand towards him with a light touch to Gail's skin. He pulled his touch to her neatly trimmed bush and gently touched her vaginal lips as he worked to also touch the insides of her thighs. He continued his touch down both of her legs, now with both hands down to his feet. 

Ed then rolled his hands over and touched the back of his fingers to Gail's feet and then moved then up her body, retracing their previous path. He moved the back of his fingers slowly as he again touched her vaginal lips and then onto her belly, breasts and up to her shoulders and down her arms. Upon reaching her hands with the back on his fingers, he dropped them between her fingers and locked his grip into hers. He then returned his lips to her breasts and slid a finger into her vagina and swirled it around. Pulling his wet finger up to her clitoris he began with small circle in one direction and then reversing his finger back the other way. He continued to work his finger until she erupted with the blessed relief of orgasm. 

Gail sat up and grabbed a condom from the end table, ripped it open with her teeth and positioned it on the tip of his penis as he sat in the middle of the bed. She grabbed his shaft with one hand, feeling its warmth and girth. She slowly rolled the condom onto his penis, rolling it all the way to the base. As she finished, Ed gently pushed her back down onto the bed and rolled on top of her. He then positioned his penis to her vagina and swirled his tip around her entrance. He slowly began to insert his penis with a gasp by Gail and another gasp as he finally grounded inside her. Her lips were quivering, as she exhaled, at the pleasure of his large member stretching her, to her great pleasure. His strokes were just perfect to hit her Clitoris, while his member was able to hitting her G-spot. It did not take her long to enjoy her orgasm once again. 

They continued for quite some time in this position until he rolled the two of them over to reverse their positions. Once Gail arrived on top of him, she sat up on top of him and began to grind into him. Ed wasted no time to reach up for her breasts and grabbed one of them in each hand. As he worked her bountiful globes, she rocked back, arching her back and supporting her weight with her hands behind her. This bent his penis back inside of her, applying full pressure to her G-spot. It did not take long for her to begin another orgasm, which caused her vaginal muscles to begin to throb. This throbbing brought Ed to orgasm just moments after she finished. 

Gail lowered herself forward and then rolled off of him. They lay side by side looking up, both working to catch their breath. 

Ed: "I hope that your husband will be satisfied with my performance tonight."

Gail: "I am very satisfied, so he will be pleased. 

Ed: "I do not think that I could have been so giving with my wife when we were married. I cannot wrap my mind around his logic in this situation."

Gail: "He just loves me very much and only wants what is best for me, even if it does not come from him. He calls it 'The Gift'. And you were my first in accepting the gift."

Ed: "May I have your phone number?"

Gail: "No, this was a onetime event. You were amazing, thank you." 

Ed shared a few pleasantries and left the room. The next morning, Gail called me early and thanked me for allowing her to have that experience. She also shared that he was very attentive and did an exceptional job at satisfying her needs. I probed for more information and she offered a little, but advised that she wanted to go over all of the details once she was back home and in my arms. She did answer one of my direct questions, 'Yes, he was quite large'. 

Two days later she returned home and gave me one of the biggest and most passionate kiss ever. I was very happy to see her, including having an instant erection just seeing her face. I carried her luggage into the bedroom and she followed and plopped belly down on the bed upon her arrival. Then in her playful voice she patted the bed next to her.

Gail: "Come lay down here next to me. So, I have been thinking about this conversation on the flight back home and exactly what I was going to share and how I was going to tell my little story. So I thought the best way would be to just show you. But first, I want to know that you are still good with all of this."

Mark: "Yes, I am very pleased and relaxed in this situation, if this evening made you happy and relieved the stress that you were having on that day, than this makes me happy too. So, you are going to recreate the evening, NICE!"

Gail: "No, I am going to show you. I have a video."

With that said, she pulled out her digital camera, the nice one I bought her for Christmas the previous year, and she explained how she was setting up the camera as soon as she walked into the room while she was on the phone with me. She explained that she was not even sure if she would ever show it to me or just delete it. She had pulled the camera out of her bag and placed in on the table, hit the record button and walked away. 

Gail: (referring to the Camera) "It caught everything. But I have one rule; we are going to watch it once and then delete it. I have already previewed it and it is all there."

With that she hit play on her camera and we both leaned in, to watch it on the small screen of her camera. The first word heard on the screen were, 'Sure he is right here.', 'My Husband wants to talk to you.', 'Holy Crap, you're married!' We both laughed and smiled. Gail narrated the first few minutes of the video and she gave me some background on their conversation in the bar and his expression when she invited him up to her hotel room. She stopped talking at the point when they were both naked and they starting to really get busy.

Gail: "You enjoy the rest of the video. I am going to take a bath." 

I continued to watch the video and got undressed; in preparation for what I was anticipating was going to be a very memorable love making session. Good thing too, because my erection was rock hard at this time and would not relax. I finished watching the video. Much of it was dark with silhouettes and shadows, but I still watched the whole thing. I started to watch it a second time since Gail was still in the bath. Gail exited the bath, drying herself with a towel that she quickly discarded to the ground. 

Gail: "So you are still good with everything. (In a very flirtatious voice) Can I do it again sometime, if the opportunity presents itself? Good! Because it already happened a second time."

She paused a moment to see the expression on my face and to make sure that she was not in trouble for not calling.

Mark: "I am more than fine with that."

Gail: "Good, because I was having another tough day. (Spoken with a playful lilt in her voice) It was Mark again. We were both in the bar the next night, and I couldn't just ignore him. So we talked for a bit and laughed and had a few more drinks. He asked if we could...again. I told him that you would not mind. So we went back up to my room and we had sex once more. You're not mad?"

Mark: "Only if he was a selfish lover this time."

Gail: "No, he was great."

Gail then joined me in one of our top 10 most amazing sexual encounters of our marriage. It was amazing for both of us. 

++++++++

It was more than a year later, as we were walking back in to our Hotel, on a short trip to Memphis, when Gail, had a shocked expression on her face and advised that she saw Mark, from her Houston trip, right there in the lobby. She held back as I walked straight up to him. 

Mark: "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Ed!"

Ed: "I am sorry, who are you."

Mark: "I am Mark, you know my wife Gail, from your trip to Houston quite some time ago."

Gail walked up to join us; I saw his expression go from being puzzled, to recognition, to shock. 

Mark: "I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of my wife when she was having a tough couple of days back then."

Ed: "It was my pleasure, absolutely my pleasure. But I thought her name was Jill?" (Pausing for a moment) "She said never again, so a fake name makes sense."

This odd trio enjoyed a drink at the bar together, to cap off their evening. 

Gail: "Hey, I have an idea!"

By: Jay Namelorb

1. Snows of Trout Lake 

2. He Never Remembers 

3. Retirement Village Visit 

4. Drive Time 

5. Iron Man Trist 

6. College Roommates

7. Sexual Roulette 



The Gift



When I was eighteen, I was particularly fond of my high school Honors English teacher Mrs. Turner, who was in her late forties. She had raven black hair and kind brown eyes. As her student, I found myself being attracted to the sophistication and authority she exuded as an intelligent mature woman. Every day in class I would sit anxiously waiting for her to walk through the door wearing something revealing on her feet. But to my disappointment, she never did and I could only imagine in my mind what they would look like. 

Summer was a few weeks away and I was still behind on my assignments. For one particular assignment I had to read a novel and talk to her about it. I decided I would read The Things They Carried but I couldn't finish it in time so I just read summaries online. 

One day after school I decided to try to fool Mrs. Turner. It was a hot day and I didn't want to stay long. Her classroom door was open when I arrived and she was sitting at a desk alone inside. She was wearing sheer black pantyhose with a black skirt and a red top. I was nervous but I walked in and she greeted me with a warm smile. 

"Are you here for a book talk?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Why don't you have a seat over here dear," she said as she nodded to the desk next to her. 

I walked over, sat down and pulled out a copy of The Things They Carried from my backpack. Mrs. Turner stood up and moved her desk closer to mine so that we were facing each other but at an angle. 

"So, what book did you read?" she asked.

"The Things They Carried."

"Great choice. Did you enjoy it?"

"I did."

"Tell me about it." 

"Well, it's about this war veteran and his experiences fighting in the Vietnam War..." I began to give her a summary of the book that I had found online and memorized prior to seeing her. 

"...I see. Which character in the book did you relate to the most?"

"Uh, I would have to say, Henry Dobbins."

"Ah, the foot fetish guy," she said as she raised an eyebrow and I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard those words. 

"Yeah."

"Do you remember why he used to wrap his girlfriend's pantyhose around his neck?"

"Because they were his good luck charm."

"And what do they symbolize?" 

"Love and nostalgia," I said and Mrs. Turner smiled.

"Good. And how did you feel when O'Brien took his own life at the end of the book?" 

"...I was shocked and disappointed. I thought he would pull through."

Mrs. Turner jotted down a few notes when she reached down with one hand and grabbed her foot. "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind it if I take my shoes off."

"No, not at all." As I glanced down at her feet, I started to get excited. Here was Mrs. Turner, whom I was extremely attracted to, finally taking her shoes off in front of me. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure."

"OK," she said as she took off her shoes and rubbed her hosed feet on the carpet. "It was a long day," she said writing something down in her grade book. I felt like it was my only chance to touch her feet so I took a shot. 

"I can rub them for you, if you want." My offer seemed to surprise her because she gave me a puzzled look. 

"That's a very nice offer but I couldn't have you do that for me."

"Why not?" I asked. "You're such a great teacher and you deserve to be treated well." 

"That's so sweet of you to say but really it's OK. Thank you anyway. It wouldn't be right and I could get fired. And I've been on my feet all day and I'm sure they don't smell too pleasant right now."

"It really doesn't bother me."

"Well, a foot massage does sound good right now-no, I can't. I shouldn't have said that," she said gesturing with her hand as if she was trying to push her words away.

"Really, it doesn't bother me." She stared into my eyes and I could tell she was giving serious thought to my offer. Slowly, her puzzled look turned into one of curiosity. 

"OK, I'll let you rub my feet but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise."

"And you have to promise me you'll complete all of your assignments on time. You're too good of a student to fall behind like this."

"I promise."

"OK, but you give me your word and I expect you to keep it."

"I will."

"Close the door and lock it so no one comes in." I walked over to the door and did as she said. Luckily for us there were no windows in the classroom. 

I walked back and sat cross-legged down on the floor beside her desk and she turned and placed her hosed feet in my lap. They were quite smelly from what I could tell but her toes were so beautiful that my lips were begging to kiss them. I had never wanted something so badly in my life. It was like a dream rubbing her aching feet and I did it with all the passion I could muster. I started with her left foot. I made circular motions with my thumb and fingers over her silky sole and put more pressure on the ball of her foot. And I made sure not to neglect the sides of her foot. I also made an effort to massage her toes gently and I could tell that she was really enjoying it. 

"OK, is there anything else you wish to discuss about the book?"

"The book?" I asked like I had amnesia.

"Yes, did you forget already?" she said with a laugh. 

"That's right, now I remember." By then I was hard and I was hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in my jeans pressing against my zipper. 

"You seem to know what you're doing. Have you done this before?" she asked.

"No," I said. 

"Well you're doing a fantastic job." As I rubbed her foot I felt her other foot begin to rub my thigh and move up to my crotch. 

"You really like feet, don't you?"

"Yes," I said in a low voice.

"Well, I knew it all along by the way you stare at my feet in class. It's OK. There's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I find it to be quit flattering." I was so relieved to hear those words. "My ex-husband was fond of feet too. He used to rub mine all the time. He cheated on me so I left him and it's been years since anyone else has touched my feet." I continued rubbing without saying anything. "So, what do you think of them?"

"They're beautiful."

"Thank you sweetie. I bet you'd like to get a closer look at them. Would you like to smell them also?" she asked in a sultry voice. 

"Of course," I said and she held her feet up to my face. The aroma was absolutely intoxicating. I immediately buried my nose in her sweaty toes and gave them big whiffs-I was in a state of electric ecstasy. 

"How do they smell, hun?" she asked.

"They smell amazing," I said hardly able to contain myself. As I sniffed her mature feet, I rubbed them some more. 

"Good. Take it all in." I was completely hypnotized by their strong feminine odor. "I want you to kiss them for me," she said. I started with her right foot and planted kisses all over her sole. I worked my way from her big toe down to her baby toe and moved on to her other foot. 

"Good, now I want you to worship them," she said. "Open your mouth." At that moment, I felt her nylon toes slide into my hungry wet mouth. And I could taste the sweat as I sucked on them like they were the last toes I would ever get to taste. I completely devoured them. "Oh, that feels so good," she said. "How do they taste?" 

"Delicious," I said as I sucked on her heel and licked her sole. My tongue glided from the bottom of her heel to the top of her big toe in pure bliss. And I continued to lick and suck until I lost all track of time. 

"Don't forget about my other foot dear," she said raising her left foot to my lips and I sucked the sweat from her toes and massaged her sole with my talented tongue. As I worshipped her foot, I felt her other foot rubbing my crotch. "Unzip your pants and lie all the way down with your legs stretched out," she said so I changed my position. And she glanced down and noticed the precum stains in my boxers. "Very nice," she said when I pulled out my erect throbbing cock. She then placed her feet around it and stroked up and down. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. With her right foot, she held the head of my cock and used her other foot to rub my shaft until I erupted, releasing my warm cum all over her toes. It was the first foot job I had ever received. To my surprise, she lifted her right foot up to her face and began licking off all my cum from her toes. And when she was finished, she got down on the floor with me and licked the tip of my cock clean. 

"So do I get an A on my assignment?" I asked as I stood up when everything was over. 

"I know you didn't finish that book. But since you did such a good worshiping my feet, I gave you an A anyway."

"Thanks," I said. 

"Before you go, I want you to have something...to remember me by," she said as she slowly peeled off her hose. Then she folded them and placed them inside my hand. "Maybe they'll bring you good luck." 



The Gift



His e-mail surprised me. He said his name was Max. And that he was a middle-aged man living in London. And that he had a slave, a woman named Jan, who he wanted to give me as a gift.

Like many of us who have written erotic stories and posted them on the net over the years, I had grown somewhat accustomed to receiving e-mails from people who had read my stories. Generally, the feedback is positive, usually having something to do with a story catching the imagination of the reader. This kind of feedback is fun to receive. After all, connecting with the reader is the object for most of us who try to write. We endeavor to create an image that speaks to the reader, an image that draws them in and lets them become a part of what it is we try to describe.

Max wrote me a number of e-mails, actually. He told me in the beginning how Jan had found my stories and begun to read them through. She would tell him about reading them, tell him she liked them, that they excited her. Max said Jan's interest in me changed when she began to read stories like "Staying After School" (found here) and "Her Weekend Surprise" (found here) and "A Special Request" (found here). After reading those stories, he wrote, Jan began to include me in her fantasies, the fantasies she used to masturbate when she was alone.

For this he would punish her, he said. He wrote of spanking her, even using his belt to spank her on a few occasions, but he came to see, he said, how she wanted the punishment. Wanting the punishment wasn't in itself usual, he told me, so that didn't really concern him. He was puzzled, he wrote, about why she seemed to use me to make him jealous. Perhaps, he thought, I was her way of testing his love for her, his desire to own her and have her for himself. 

All this, he wrote, led him to the decision to send her to me. He wanted to show her that he could give her to me and not be bothered by me having her. 

He proposed that he fly Jan from London to Charlotte. Should I agree to his plan, I would find Jan waiting for me in a hotel room. She would be mine to use in whatever way I chose. She would, to use his words, be my slut for one night.

Like I said, this was a new one on me. I admit to having received some unusual propositions through the years, but this one was entirely new and different. 

I thought it over for a couple of days before writing him back. I would be honored to accept his slave as a gift, I wrote him.

*****

Over the course of my communication with Max I had a chance to learn more than just a bit about Jan. Max wrote of their initial meeting, her discovery of her desire to be submissive, and the bonding they had done over a weekend in the Swiss Alps. He had also sent pictures. Max loves taking pictures, obviously. And just as obviously, Jan loves to pose. There were pictures of a smiling Jan walking through the British Museum, and there were pictures of Jan horseback riding in the country, and there were pictures of Jan preparing to take a large bubble bath, and there were pictures of Jan in a slinky black teddy, and there were pictures of Jan without the teddy, and there were pictures of Jan pleasing herself and the camera.

With each successive e-mail from Max it became more and more apparent that he was leading up to some sort of crescendo. I reminded myself from time to time that all there was for me to do was wait. He'd get there soon enough on his own.

The crescendo came in the form of dozen photographs. They were all of Jan. In some she wore black leather chaps. In virtually all she was tied in some scripted manner. In some you could see the red marks, the dark welts, across her thighs and ass. In some you could see the red marks on her breasts and nipples. But in all it was her eyes that leapt out of the picture. It was her eyes fixed on the camera, reaching out to the photographer and the viewer alike. In those eyes was a fixture of pure passion or lust, whatever one chose to call it. It was raw and earthy and unapologetic. And in some way I wasn't sure I understood, it was aggressive.

I thought of all this as I drove to Charlotte. Jan's flight was to have arrived the day before. The plan was for her to take a room at the Hyatt and spend some time recovering from her journey. I was to arrive at 8:00 p.m. the day following her arrival. She was to be waiting for me in her room.

The spring air flew through the car easily as I drove. The music drifted in the air and mixed with my sense of anticipation. How would it all go? Who knew? Me? Jan? Max? Not one of us knew, of course. At worst, she could be some sort of British psychopath with a lust for shedding red American blood. Everything else this side of the worst didn't seem too disagreeable. In fact, as I had thought through all this in the weeks leading up to the meeting, the possibilities looked much better than merely acceptable.

As I recall, the traffic was typically annoying. I remember the hotel parking lot was full. I had to drive around more than I liked to find a place to park. My irritation was some kind of clue, I remember thinking. I was impatient with getting it all started. I wanted it to begin. I wanted it all to happen. I wanted Jan, and more.

It was mid-week, so the Hyatt lobby was full of people traveling and doing business in Charlotte. There were suits and dresses and shorts and t-shirts. All or at least most of them were looking for a good dinner and a good time. They were headed away from the hotel. I was headed inside.

I carried the small black overnight bag I had packed as I headed for the registration desk. Do you have any messages for John Coltrane? I asked. Yes, just one, the college-aged drone answered before handing me an envelope. I stepped away from the desk and opened it. Inside a folded single sheet of hotel stationery was a room key. On the stationery, written in a skilled hand, was a brief message. "Room 626. I am waiting for you." It was signed simply, "Jan."

I folded the note and stuck it in the bag slung over my shoulder. A quick scan of the lobby revealed no one who was obviously watching me. Was anyone with her? I wondered. Was anyone along for the ride, maybe with not so good intentions? Was Max watching me? Had he traveled with her? Or had Max perhaps hired someone to protect Jan? A bodyguard? An assassin? One can never be too sure, I had reminded myself over the days leading up to this meeting. One can never be too certain that people might not have more on their agenda than what they tell you about.

Thinking, walking, and watching I found the elevator and took it to the seventh floor. I got off and moved down the hall to a corner leading to the vending and ice machines. Stepping inside, I checked my watch and leaned on the wall to wait. Five minutes passed and no one showed up, no one got off the elevator. No one followed? Maybe not.

I took the stairs down to the sixth floor and stepped into the hall. I walked past room 626 without looking at it. I found the vending and ice alcove again and stepped inside to wait another five minutes. No one moved past the door. No one came into the hall at all. No one was watching the room? No one was expecting me? No one outside the room, I reminded myself. But who was in the room? Jan? Who else? And how many?

Doing my best to walk quietly but quickly, I moved to 626 and knocked. I could hear the television being clicked off and someone moving across the floor. The latch twisted and the door opened smoothly. Standing there in a black silk robe was the woman I had seen in so many pictures. It was her, Jan. She smiled and stepped back for me to enter. Without thinking I smiled back, neither of us speaking. I stepped through the door and into an adventure, thinking of the things I needed to do, thinking of my list of checks, thinking of the risks, thinking fast as the door clicked shut and locked behind me.

The room was a large suite. The first room was a comfortably furnished sitting room. Beyond it was a small kitchen area. Beyond that, the bedroom. On the bar was an array of fresh fruit, wines, and bottles of liquor.

"You are taller than I imagined," she said from behind me.

I turned and took in her smile, her expression. She seemed at ease, relaxed and composed.

"And you are more beautiful than your pictures," I responded.

Her smile widened and her head dipped in recognition, an unconscious move of embarrassment.

"Thank you, Mr. Coltrane," was all she said.

From my jacket pocket I pulled a wide black scarf. I motioned to her to come toward me. She did without asking why, without a moment's hesitation. Without speaking or explaining I wrapped the black scarf around her eyes and tied it snuggly behind her head. Her arms hung at her side unmoving.

"Stay right here," I told her, "Don't move at all. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered smoothly.

I pulled the double-edged knife from my bag. The slide of the blade from the sheath made the slightest hint of a noise. I saw her flinch but she didn't move. She stood perfectly still as I moved toward her and past her. My shoulder brushed her sleeve as I stepped to the door and pulled the chain latch into position. I moved past her again to step into the kitchen area. I listened for anything other than my own breathing. Nothing. I stepped into the bedroom with something approximating a ready stance. Nothing or no one there. Nothing or no one in the bathroom either. The hotel suite was empty except for Jan and myself.

When I came back into the sitting room, I sheathed the knife and put it away, back into the bag. 

"Satisfied?" she asked without any hint of sarcasm.

"Yes."

"He said you would check."

I didn't respond.

I sat on the sofa and considered the situation. Jan still stood in the middle of the floor wearing the black scarf as a blindfold. 

"Did you have a good trip?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you well rested?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Excited?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

"Why are you here, Jan?" I asked.

"To please you, Sir. To be your slut for tonight. My Master has sent me as a gift to you."

"Have you made preparations?"

"Yes, as my Master as instructed. The hotel staff arranged for or fetched liquor and food. And I brought toys as he told me."

"Toys?"

"Yes, Sir. Silk ropes, vibrators, lubricants, beads, butt plugs, clips, and leather items, whips and things."

I see."

"Are you pleased, Sir?" she asked.

I didn't answer.

"You may remove the blindfold," I said.

Her arms came up slowly and untied the knot on the back of her head. 

"Now," I continued, "Undress for me."

All it took was a loosening of the knot on the sash around her waist. A shrug of her shoulders let the silk robe drop to her feet. She was naked then. Her breasts, full and swollen, held her nipples out to me. The curve of her hips was strong and firm. Her pubic hair was completely shaved clean.

"Your Master likes your pussy shaved?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Kneel for me like your Master as taught you."

Jan knelt immediately.

I rose and walked around her slowly. She was kneeling there on the carpeted floor, leaning back to sit on her heels. Her eyes were downcast, her hands behind her back. She was silent as she knew to be. Her knees were apart as she had been taught.

I remember being struck by her beauty as I circled her. Yes, she was beautiful, and she was waiting for me to begin.

"What are you?" I asked her.

"I am your slut for tonight," she answered without hesitation.

I stood behind her and smiled to myself. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "What will you do for me?" I whispered.

"Anything, Sir," she said aloud.

"Show me how much of a slut you are."

"What shall I do for you?"

"Show me your breasts, offer them to me, make your nipples hard for me."

Her hands came to her breasts, cupping them, raising them upward as her thumb and forefingers took her nipples. She didn't raise her face to me at all as she twisted both nipples. Each breast seemed to swell in her hands as her nipples grew taut and hard.

"Do you like?" I asked, still walking around her.

"Yes," was all she said.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir," she corrected.

"Now rub your pussy for me with one hand."

Her response was automatic. Her right hand found her pussy immediately and began to rub in a circular motion. Again I stopped my pacing and stood in front of her watching. Her left hand moved from breast to breast as her right hand worked faster on her pussy.

"Stop," I told her, "And return your hands to behind your back."

She did as I instructed. I could see gentle red marks around her nipples, and her pussy lips were swollen and prominent between her legs. 

"Would you like to continue?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

I stepped behind her before telling her, "Lean forward on all fours. Show me your ass and pussy. Show me how hot you are, how much you want to cum."

"May I touch my pussy to show you?"

"Yes."

Her fingers found her pussy and spread her shiny wet lips. A finger disappeared inside, then another, both fingers fucking her smoothly before being pulled out to rub her clit.

"Wet a finger in your pussy then slide it into your ass," I told her.

She did as I said. A finger from one hand in her ass, a finger from her other hand in her pussy.

I watched her hips move with her fingers. I listened to the wet sounds her pussy made. Stepping closer, I took in her scent, the smell of her lust, the scent of her essence.

"You are a slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered in a breathy whisper.

"Do you like showing me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why?"

"Because I want to please you, to show you how much I want and need to be fucked."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

I could tell from the way her hands were moving faster that she was growing close to her first orgasm. But I wasn't ready for that yet. It wasn't time for her pleasure.

"Now stop with your hands," was all I had to say. Her hands drew away from their sites of pleasure slowly but steadily leaving her pussy open and alone.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

"Only when it is time," I told her.

She remained silent, waiting.

"Get up now and put your robe back on. It's fine for going out. You look nice in it, very nice. It can pass for a dress. Find some shoes. I'll wait here."

Jan got up, grabbed her robe and slipped it on as she went into the bedroom. I could hear her rummaging around, looking for shoes, I imagined. When she came back, her eyes were cast on the floor, the robe tied snuggly around her waist, and she was wearing a pair of expensive sandals. The robe's length was just below mid-thigh. Perfect, I thought.

She stopped in the middle of the room and waited.

"Come with me," I told her, taking her arm and beginning to move toward the door. We didn't speak as we waited in the hall for the elevator. Nor did we speak while we road the elevator car down to the lobby. But while we rode alone in the car, I let my hand move from the small of her back downward over her ass. I let my fingers work the robe up until it was bunched at her waist and my hand held her smooth, naked ass. I let my middle finger run down the crack of her ass, feeling the firm flesh, the toned, strong muscles, down and between her cheeks, down until the tip of my finger rested on the wet pucker of her ass. That wetness, the slick, distinctive, silky feel of her pussy juice covered the tight ring of her ass. It was almost as if that wetness was inviting me, pulling me, almost begging me to enter her. My finger did, and she moaned. But I pulled my hand from her and let her robe fall back over her ass as the elevator doors opened to let us out so it could take in a small collection of unknowing, bored looking hotel guests.

We walked in silence to my car. I opened the passenger side door and she settled into the seat. I started the car, opened the sunroof, and let all the windows down. The cool, black night air joined us as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto Pineville Road heading toward downtown. 

"Unfasten your seatbelt and open your robe for me, Jan."

She did as I told her, pushing her ass down in the seat, bending her back, offering her pussy to me, I thought, all while letting the robe drop away from her breasts. The wind grew faster and cooler as I picked up speed. The chill made her nipples shrink and extend into hard points of dark flesh. As I drove I reached across with my right hand and ran it softly over each breast and each nipple, then down her belly over her shaved mound, down and through her thick, wet pussy lips. I drug the finger upward, letting it spread her pussy and enter her, pulling wetness from her up to circle and play over her hardened clit. I could feel her hips move upward ever so slightly. I painted circles around her clit with her wetness.

When I found the street I was looking for, I pulled my hand from her to negotiate the turn.

"You may touch your pussy, if you like," I told her.

Her right hand found herself immediately. 

"Feed me a taste of your pussy," I added.

Her left hand dipped to gather juices quickly. Her fingers came to my mouth and ran over my lips as I licked them. All the while her right hand played over her clit and pussy.

"Thank you," I told her when her fingers were clean and pulled away. "Remember," I added, "Do not cum without my permission." As I drove, I watched her. I wasn't sure she was prepared to wait, so I told her to stop touching herself, to put her hands on the seat beside her. Reluctantly, I think, she did, triggering a thought that this reluctance with something that would have to be dealt with later on in the evening.

The sight of her in the car, her naked and colored only by the moon, colored as well by the dull glow from the car's dash and the passing amber street light, the sight of her in that moment mixed with the anticipation of nearing where I wanted to take her. I slowed the car and turned into the parking lot. "Close your robe," I told her. She did just before the valet approached her door. An exchange of keys for a receipt left us to walk together into the bar.

The bar was dark. The dance floor was crowded with people dancing or trying to dance. The night was still relatively young, so there was still room to move around. Some tables and booths were unused, I could see. I moved us toward the corner booth near the back of the bar. Jan moved smoothly beside me. I could feel her smooth naked flesh under the silk robe. Each stride made for a shift of skin against the silk. A very, very nice feel.

She slid into the booth and I followed.

"Open your robe again," I told her without looking as a waiter approached.

Her robe was open and the deep cleavage between her breasts exposed while the waiter took our order. I ordered two double Absoluts on the rocks. No fruit. The waiter was skilled at keeping eye contact but I could tell he was drawn to Jan's front. Anyone, any man, would be, I remember thinking. The waiter hustled back with our drinks, probably to see if Jan had discovered her open robe. He left almost reluctantly. I watched him move directly toward the bar and quickly discuss something, us, Jan, with the bartender.

I leaned toward Jan and kissed her as I fished a chunk of ice from my drink. The kiss was soft and slight, but it held her as I smoothly slipped the ice inside her pussy. "Hold it," I whispered to her as I kissed her below her ear. She stiffened and then tried to relax, but when she gathered herself she turned her head and kissed me tenderly on the lips. 

"I have wanted this for a long time, Sir," she told me when our lips parted.

I only smiled.

The night was indeed very young.

While I sipped my drink and Jan sat gripping the ice cube in her pussy, I watched Ray, the bartender, dial a number on the house phone under the bar. I moved closer to Jan and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh until I could feel the contrasting combination of the cool water and her warm juices.




The Gift



When Lisa stepped in front of our table, I wasn't surprised. She was the person Ray had called. Lisa owned the bar. The Silent Room was her place since she and her husband had divorced a few years before.

"So this is her?" Lisa said from where she stood.

I only smiled before saying, "Yes. Lisa, meet Jan." I released Jan's thigh then and completed the introduction. "Jan meet Lisa."

Lisa waved across the wide table to Jan as she scooted in the booth beside me. No invitation, no suggestion. Lisa was that way. Jan had attempted to say hello, but it had come out rather mumbled. She was occupied, but that was good.

"I've made the arrangements you asked for," Lisa told me, virtually ignoring Jan. 

"Thank you," I told her.

"And she is beautiful, like you said."

"Yes, she is," I agreed as I turned toward Jan and kissed her.

"Is she as you expected?" she asked.

"We're finding out as we go," I told Lisa without taking my eyes off Jan's.

"Jan," I began, "Lean up in your seat. Lean up and over the table."

"Yes, Sir," was all she said before moving up until her elbows were flat on the table. When she finished positioning herself, she was standing between the edge of the booth and the table in front of her. Her ass stuck out backwards toward the booth and the wall behind it.

"Perfect," I told her as I slow raised the robe up and off her bare ass.

"Nice," Lisa murmured beside me.

"Yes, very," I agree.

I reached up and opened the robe beneath Jan so that her heavy breasts hung down onto the cool tabletop. I could see that her nipples were hard and erect, each of them were grazing the smooth table as her breasts swung gently.

"Have you seen what the weather is supposed to be through the rest of tonight?" I asked Lisa as I casually stroked Jan's smooth firm backside.

"Clear, I think."

"Good. Perfect," I told her as I gathered more ice in my hand.

We both watched as a single piece of ice disappeared into Jan's pussy. She moved with my finger as it pushed the ice deep inside her. Then came another piece. Lisa leaned closer to watch that one disappear in Jan's ass.

"Hmmmmm," Lisa told me in a whisper. "I can't watch much of this or I'll go crazy."

I let one finger fuck Jan's pussy while another fucked her ass. Her head was down, her body swaying, her knees flexing with the rhythm of my hand.

"Oh, we'll be gone soon, thanks to you," I told Lisa as she watched and moved beside me.

"Damn," was all she said as she eased out of the booth and moved toward the bar.

"Do you like, Jan?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Remember the rule about cuming?"

"Always, Sir, I never forget."

"Want to go for a ride?"

"Now, Sir?"

"Yes."

"May I cum first, Sir?"

"No," was the only answer.

I eased my fingers from her and pulled down her robe. She followed the suggestion and settled into the seat. I leaned over and kissed her. "Want to cum?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Then come with me now."

We both slid out of the booth and headed toward the door.

"We have a drive in front of us. We need to get started."

She didn't respond, but I felt her pace quicken toward the door.

It was well after midnight, so the traffic out of Charlotte on I-77 was thin and easy to negotiate. The night air was chilly, too chilly for the windows to be down. Jan sat in her seat looking straight ahead. We both listened to some music. Karrin Allyson sang wonderfully for us both.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir, very much, still."

"Then take off your robe and make me cum. Suck my cock. Do it good and I'll let you cum."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and let the back of the seat lay down as far as it would go. She turned in the seat, coming to her knees while she slipped out of the black robe. I watched her as best I could as she positioned herself and began unbuckling and unzipping my jeans. I hefted her left breast in my right hand, letting my fingers tug at her already head nipple, as she opened my jeans. I lifted my hips to let her slide them down enough.

My cock was already hard. It had been hard since I first saw her in the hotel room. She found it wet from the pre-cum it had leaked over the few hours we had been together. As I squeezed her breast, she used her fingers to gather the pre-cum from the underside of my cock. Her eyes held mine as she licked her fingers to taste me.

"Take it now, or…" I didn't have to finish. In one motion she leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her ass was turned up to the window of the passenger seat and her left elbow held her weight on the console as she sucked and licked me while stroking my balls with her right hand.

I could tell she was wetting me with her saliva, because I could feel the wetness gathering at the base of my cock. My balls were growing wet in her hand. She gathered the wetness with her hand and began to stroke the shaft of my cock as her tongue worked on the underside of the head. It was exquisite. I knew I wouldn't last long with all that happened so far, the teasing that had driven both of us, but I didn't try to hold back. I wanted her to have my cum. I wanted to thrust it into her mouth, her throat, to blast it as hard as I could. 

I took her hair in my right hand and began to fuck her face. She knew I was close. Her grip on my cock with her hand and her mouth tightened to milk me. 

I didn't tell her I was cuming. I just let it go. 

I remember grunting some kind of sound with that first blast of cum into her mouth. She didn't miss a beat. She kept stroking me, pulling each successive offering of cum from my cock until there was no more to give, no more to receive.

I could fee myself growing softer in her mouth when she released me.

She leaned back and smiled at me as she wiped the wetness, her saliva mixed with my cum, from her lips. 

"Good, Sir?" she asked.

"Better than that," I allowed.

"May I now?"

"Yes, anyway you want. Show me, though. Show me everything."

"It won't take much now," she said as she moved to put her left foot flat in the seat with her right in the floorboard. 

She was squatting there, her right hand on her pussy, her fingers flat, moving in fast, hard circles, fucking herself, doing for herself what she wanted in that moment. Her nipples were hard, her breasts swollen and full. She never closed her eyes. She watched me watching her and the road as best I could.

When she came it was with a burst of air and nervous tension. The loosing of that tension, the release, came out of her mouth, pushed up and out of her body by the spasms surely raking her pussy and clit.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue played with mine as I kept my eyes open and on the road.

"May I ask where you are taking me?" she asked behind our kiss.

"Sailing," I told her, "Sailing in the night, what's left of it."

"You have me for one night and you're taking me sailing?" she smiled.

"Have you ever been tied to a mast?" I asked.

"No, Sir," she told me as she settled into my arm.

I held her close as we drove on into what was left of the night.

******

Lake Norman lies almost directly north of Charlotte. It's less than a half-hour's drive on I-77. As Charlotte has grown over the last decade or so, the Lake Norman community has evolved into one of the area's most exclusive residential sites. Houses and condos decorate the banks of the pristine lake. White collar professionals mix liberally with professional athletes and other notables amongst the listings of Lake Norman residents. Not only are their homes prominently displayed, their toys are, too. The Range Rovers and Mercedes wait together agreeably. Harbors and marinas with large, expensive boats are scattered around the lake, many of them connected in some way to country clubs and golf courses.

Lisa had not just gotten sole ownership of The Silent Room from her last husband. She had also gotten possession of his Lake Norman condo. She enjoyed living in the condo's comforts, particularly since the ex-husband was now relegated to a hotel in Atlanta. However, more than the condo, she loved having possession of his one true love, his sailboat, the Lisa Marie. (Lisa's ex-husband would have been an Elvis impersonator if he'd had any hair on his head.)

Lisa had been quick to loan me the Lisa Marie for the night. Not being a sailor, she rarely takes the boat out of its slip. Although her husband used to sail his floating mistress for weeks at a time up and down the coast, Lisa rather liked the idea of parking the big boat and using it as a setting for parties and other events. The "other events" often became extremely interesting. Piece by piece, Lisa had equipped the proud vessel with some interesting paraphernalia. When I first met Lisa a few years back, I had no idea she was so kinky. Some were quick to say her kinkinees was why she was divorced. Ex-hubby did not measure up.

Kinky or not, Lisa had left a whole bunch of naughty toys and tools aboard the Lisa Marie for me and Jan to use.

When I took Jan aboard and we had a chance to look around, I could sense her questions. Did I plan to use all these things on her? Did I do this sort of thing often? Was I skilled? Was I dangerous?

"May I admit something to you, Mr. Coltrane?" she asked.

"Certainly," I told her as I began to pick up whips and chains and examine them closely.

"I admit that while reading your stories I came to be convinced you have a dark side to you, a dark side wanting to get out, I thought, but I had no idea that it had already taken form. Is all this stuff yours, Sir?"

I didn't answer her. I just extended my hand to her. It took a moment, perhaps a moment of hesitation, but she took my hand. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue waited for mine to initiate, but once I had, hers responded eagerly.

"Do you want to find my dark side, this hidden side of me?" I asked when the kiss was broken.

"Yes, Sir, I think I do."

It was her turn to kiss me then. And her tongue was even more aggressive than mine.

The night had grown even cooler. The sky was an inky black. No stars, no moon. Evidence of the night's chill was right in front of me. Jan's nipples were as hard as rocks. She stood there naked and smiling even though chilled. She stood by the mast where I had tied her hands high above her head. Jan was naked on the deck of the Lisa Marie. And I was with her. No one else was around to see or do anything.

When I reached and began to rub her breasts firmly with the flat of my hands, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"You like being touched, don't you?" I told her.

"Yes, Sir."

"What else do you like?"

"I like to please my Master. And I like to please you because he has given me to you. I like to feel your pleasure, to see it, taste it, smell it, everything. And I like to cum myself. Hard, intense, and often. Will you fuck me, Mr. Coltrane? Will you fuck me hard?"

I rubbed her breasts feeling her nipples grow even harder under my hands as I listened to her. I didn't answer her questions. I didn't want to. I wanted her to wonder, to hope, maybe, to anticipate. I reached in Lisa's bag of tricks and pulled out two clamps. I let the metal tease circles around her nipples as we both watched. Then I fixed both clamps firmly on each nipple.

She looked at me and growled. "Fuck me," she said again, "Fuck me, please… Sir."

As she watched, I began to take off what clothes I still had on. Shoes, jeans, and a loose shirt were quickly tossed to the lower deck. I stepped to her, then squatted in front of her.

"Spread your feet," I told her.

"Make me," she blurted.

It surprised me, her resistance, or her try at resistance, or her defiance. Whatever it was, it triggered something. I looked up at her and took her gaze and I reached and found the clamps on her nipples. Slowly, I began to twist them. Her eyes closed and his hips moved as the metal clamps twisted her nipples into creased brown flesh. It took very little before her feet began to move apart. When they were as wide as I wanted, I released the clamps.

Squatting in front of her, I only had to reach between her legs and grasp her with one hand behind each of her knees to spread her legs and lift her as I rose. My thumbs ended up on the inside her knees. Her legs were wide. Her wet, open pussy only inches from my cock.

I entered her mouth with my tongue and her pussy with my cock at the same time.

And then I fucked her, pressing her back into the mast and my cock deep into her pussy with long strokes. I could feel her lips licking over the crest of my cock's head as I slid out of her and back in.

The breath in her mouth became mine. I took it. 

I don't know if she came then. It didn't matter in that moment. The moment was for me, and I seized it. 

I pulled my mouth from hers and pressed my lips to her ear. "Do you want my cum?" I was able to say.

"Yes, please, yes," was her halting reply.

"Tell me."

"I want your cum, please, now, deep inside me, please."

I remember not trying to hold back, to make it last, I just wanted to fill her with all that I could offer, to fill her pussy, her very being, if I could, to fill her with the liquid heat pulsing inside my balls for release. 

"No." The word came from me without thinking. "No, not like this, not yet."

My cock slipped from her pussy as I slowly lowered and released her legs until she was standing again. I kissed her then, pushing my body against hers, chest hair against captured nipples. I reached up and pulled the slipknot just beyond Jan's reach that secured the rope holding her to the mast.

"Turn around and bend over. Hold the mast with your hands."

She did as I told her, turning and offering what I wanted. In the dull light I could see the shape of her ass, the swollen, open lips of her pussy, and the tight, dark ring of her ass. I wet my thumb from her pussy before sliding it hard and direct into her ass. She stiffened and then relaxed, waiting for me, waiting for more. Using my other hand, I let the tip of my cock open her lips, playing with her for just a moment before sliding the length inside her.

Then I began to fuck her. Hard, fast, pounding. Neither of us said anything. There was no sound other than the wet kiss of her pussy on my cock. I fucked her holding her by my thumb in her ass. Her wetness splattered us both, wetting the inside of her thighs, my pubic hair, and my even by balls as they slapped against her clit with each thrust.

She came at least once during all this, but it didn't matter, not in that moment. It all was about something else, something for myself. I was taking what she had given me, what Max had given me, and I realized in that simple moment that doing so was what they each wanted. They drew pleasure from my pleasure. By taking it, their gift, I was pleasing them. But that was all too complicated to think or say then as I fucked Jan as hard as I could. It was just felt as an awareness, a realization.

When I came I felt as if all that had been held inside of me was being transferred to her body. And she took it all, she sucked it from me, in fact. Each searing, burning spurt from my body into hers was taken and consumed.

I removed my finger from her ass as my cock weakened and softened and fell from her. My fingers wove into her hair and pulled her up until I could kiss her with her head turned, her wet ass still pressed against me.

There were hints of sunlight from the eastern sky creeping to light the lake. Max was out there somewhere to the east. His day was already underway; mine was just beginning.

"Hungry?" I asked her.

"Yes, I think so."

She didn't call me, Sir, anymore. It was over.

…The End.



The Gift



When Matt's doorbell rang, he was just stepping out of the bath. He had finished his daily exercise routine, and had taken a long, hot shower. He carelessly threw a light robe over his long, lean torso, and tied it loosely. His muscular legs carried him to the door in a few strides, and he opened it with a touch of impatience. 

Ready for some salesman or other annoying such being, he looked right over her head. She cleared her throat softly, and he looked down, surprise drawing his features into a smile, his deep blue eyes widening. 

A tiny Asian woman stood there, she couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall, if even that. There was a leather satchel next to her, on the step. She was very beautiful, delicate and soft looking, with white, porcelain skin that appeared completely flawless and almost blinding in its brightness. She had a large knot of blue-black hair pinned to the top and back of her head. Held there by two lacquered sticks. She had a tiny face, but her eyes were huge and dark, with long silky-looking lashes, and were pointed at the outer rim, upward, making them look like fringed almonds. 

Her nose was a little masterpiece. Round and cute, it turned up slightly at the tip, but was a little bit spread, so that the wide little nostrils flared a bit. 

The lovely mouth on this creature was from another world. It was a fat cupid's bow, with a plump, rounded lower lip, a permanent pout, and two high arches on top, very separated and full of fat. 

Matt looked down at her, and started to get hard as she looked up at his 6'4'' frame. He took in her black silk dress, it was tight and he could see that it hugged a body that was in very nice shape and well cared for. 

His eyes took in her round, full breasts; he could even see her nipples pushing out the fabric at the tips. Her flat stomach led the way to swelling thighs. He could see the definition of them and imagined her tiny slit in between them. 

He completed his trip down her body, the dress stopped at her knees, and they were round and soft looking, with shapely calves leading to slim ankles and the sweetest feet. 

The black and red stiletto pumps she was wearing made his heart thump and his cock throb. The black leather hugging those tiny, slim feet, the very high red thin heels holding up this weightless looking waif.

He cleared his mind and throat, and looked at her face once again. "Hi", he said, with a stupid grin. "Is there something I can do for you?"

She handed him a note she had slipped from her purse as he was stammering out his greeting. With a go-ahead gesture of her hand, she smiled shyly and looked down at the ground. 

As he was reading, she slowly ran her eyes over this giant in front of her. He was certainly pleasing looking, with his long, hard body and thickly muscled legs. She caught a glimpse of his thick, semi-erect cock under the thin robe he was wearing, and almost giggled.

Matt looked up from the note with a look of disbelief on his face. He shook his head and said, "this has to be some kind of joke, I can't believe this". 

She shook her head, "no", she said, "I am Li, from Osaka. I was brought here as a gift to you, and sent here this day to present myself to you." With this, she bowed slightly, and pressed her hands together in front of her chest. "I am for you to do with as you wish, I will clean and prepare meals, and care for you in every way you wish. If one day you decide that I am good enough, you will make me your wife."

Matt shook his head again, "the note didn't say whom this gift is from, do you know who sent you to me?" She shook her head gently, "no, I was only told to come by my father, who sent me after receiving a letter a week ago. He would not explain, only saying that this was something I had to do. I have always been an obedient daughter to my beloved father."

Li looked down at the ground as Matt talked. "I can't keep you as my personal servant, that would be very wrong." He bent down and looked into her eyes, and took her by the arms gently. "Come inside, so we can straighten this all out, its chilly out here." 

Leading her inside the house, he let her walk in front of him and admired the view of her from the back. Her legs continued to be defined, and shapely, leading to a very round, very separated rear end, her cheeks moved as if unattached to each other. He noticed with a grin that her hairstyle looked almost like the feminine slit he was imagining between her legs, with the wooden sticks spearing it like his cock would. He felt himself stiffening once more, and made sure his robe was closed, holding his hands over his bulge. He didn't want her to think that he was some pervert who was going to attack and rape her, after all. "Mmmmm", he thought to himself, "but what a delicious thought". Discreetly rubbing one large palm over his dick, he led her to the sitting room, he motioned her to sit on the couch. 

Matt ran back out to get her bag from the landing, and came back quickly. He put it down by the stairs leading to his bedroom and walked over to her, wishing his cock to behave.

He took in the view of her sitting there; looking a little bewildered, and asked if she wanted a drink or something. She agreed to a glass of water after a little coaxing, and he went to the kitchen to get it. 

He couldn't stop himself from reaching into his robe with one hand to stroke his cock as he got the water. He was holding onto the counter, and stroking hard, hoping to cum quickly, to ease the tension he was feeling, and thinking of the beautiful woman sitting out there, saying that she now belonged to him, his to do with as he pleased and wanted. 

He was just about there, his cock was full and erect, bursting with pre-cum, he moaned softly and squeezed the drops out, his hand getting wet and slippery with it, sliding back and forth over the pulsating flesh he could barely get his long fingers around. The head of his dick was the size of a tennis ball, and it was purple and shiny. He started to massage it, his fingers moving around it, smearing the thick, clear drops of fluid that kept appearing on the slit at the tip of it. 

He didn't hear her come in, but felt her hand on his stomach as she pressed her body to his back. He turned quickly, and saw that she had taken her clothes off and was standing there in all her splendor, staring at his large cock, which was almost at the level of her chin. 

Matt took one step forward, his throbbing cock still in his hand, and jerked it once towards her. The first shot of his cum splattered her neck, a drop hanging from her chin. He aimed a bit better, and covered her pouting, thick lips with a huge blast of cum. Rope after rope of white, thick semen streamed over her mouth and throat and chest. She slowly licked her lips and looked up into his dark blue eyes, mirroring the lust in them with her own deep, black pools. 

Without a word, Matt picked her up and started to carry her up the stairs to his bedroom. Li put her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face there. She was light as a feather and he bounded up effortlessly. 

Matt put her down on a chair, and fell to his knees in front of her, throwing the robe off his shoulders. He spread her legs, and looked down at the sweetest pussy he had ever seen in his life. Longish black hairs covered her tiny mound, they were straight, and combed down neatly towards a tight slit, the thin, little lips pressed against one another. He wondered if she was a virgin, and looked up at her face. 

Li was watching him with a very serious expression; it looked as if she was wondering what he was going to do. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked her bottom lip, then held it between her teeth, not moving. 

Matt almost laughed at her. He now knew that she had no experience, and didn't understand that he was about to make her go wild. He bent his head and pushed her thin thighs apart. He ran his fingers over her inner thighs, and pressed harder, pushing them outward, opening that tight slit between them, almost hairless and pink. 

He moved closer, and let his tongue touch her. It slid over the part in between her lips, and he heard her breath escape with a sigh, as he pried her open and licked inside. His tongue found the bud of her clitoris, and he circled it slowly, widening her with his fingertips, and licking the underside, then over it, left to right, stroking it gently. 

She began to rock her hips slowly, grinding them in a way that he recognized as being sheer arousal. Her sighs turned to soft moans, and he began to eat her pussy more seriously, licking and spreading her, sucking her clit and sticking the tip of his tongue in her hole. It was very small, and seemed to be closed up. He licked across the tight skin covering her opening, and saw that it was almost completely closed. His cock pulsed to life, as he thought of how he would get her open for such a big cock without killing her. 

Slowly, Matt held Li's legs wide apart and began to rub a fingertip over the closed entrance to heaven between her legs. He probed it gently, and felt her tense a bit. He continued to lap at her with his wet tongue, and felt her calm once more. 

Li couldn't believe what this man was doing to her. Licking between her legs, giving her sensations she never imagined. Being a chaste and pious girl, she had never given in to the desires she felt, to the tingling between her thighs, and to her breasts, as they became larger and fuller and more sensitive. She had bathed often with her father and brothers, so she was not unaware of the male anatomy, or what happened to a man's penis if one rubbed it too hard or for too long. She just never connected the two together, and now began to realize what was going to happen to her today. She knew that she was provided to this handsome man for his pleasure, and he was more than pleasing to her so far.

Li began to squirm, now raising her hips on her own and arching upward toward Matt's mouth. Matt held her tightly, amazed at how she was responding to him. "A virgin, and she wants me so bad", he thought, and had to grin to himself. He kept his tongue moving fast over her clitoris, making her throb there. Her desire was rising, she wasn't sure what to do, she couldn't think. 

She lay back limp, and Matt began to kiss her breasts, sucking her hard nipples into his mouth, and pushing her breasts together, then pulling them apart. He rubbed his chest against hers and kissed her throat, biting and sucking at her. 

Li was both afraid and aroused, as Matt ran his hands over her tiny body, and pressed his huge, hard frame against her. He lifted her to her feet and placed her on the edge of the bed. Matt started to caress her, and holding himself up on his arms, knelt over her. 

Li felt Matt's hard body pressing onto her. She realized that he was holding himself up, not to crush her. His knees were pushing her legs apart, his hips grinding against her, making her spread open wider. Li also felt Matt's massive cock rub against her inner thigh, and start to move upward towards her pussy, as he slid his body against hers, licking and sucking his way around, sucking her stiff nipples, biting her chest and throat until his lips met hers in a soft, deep kiss.

His tongue parted her full lips and slipped inside to encounter her sharp, little teeth, and hot little tongue. Matt stroked his tongue in and out of her mouth, licking and sucking, as he had down between her legs. The thick, round head of his cock was rubbing lightly over her silky bush, and caressing her clitoris with its back and forth strokes. 

Hot breath stroked Li's ear as Matt hoarsely whispered there. "I don't want to hurt you, but I think I'm going to, Oh, Li, I have to have you". He pumped his cock faster and increased the pressure against her. Li could feel the length of his dick sliding between her legs, rubbing her and making her feel those sensations again, a tingling, throbbing that made her moan and shake. 

They both tensed when Matt's cock head stroked hard against her opening. He pushed forward, and she pressed deeper into the bed, her legs pushed wide apart. The pulsating knob pressed in then popped out several times, and Matt began to get frustrated. He got up off Li, and pulled her up, and back down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed. 

Li was propped up on his long cock, and he could feel it pressing against her hymen once again. He pulled her close and started to kiss her, while pumping upward and easing her hips in a circular motion around the fat head of his dick. He felt like a hot mouth was caressing him, and wanted to just pull her down hard, and impale her. 

With light, dancing fingers, he caressed her clit with one hand and her breast with the other. Her nipples were taut and hard, and her clit was swollen, and he could feel the throbbing that was happening under the skin. 

Li couldn't help but grind her hips, the thickness between her parted thighs felt strangely wonderful, and now he was tickling her again, and she was starting to shake. She couldn't help but press down on him, and the both felt and almost heard the pop of her virginity. She cried out once, sharply, and then started to gasp and mewl as Matt worked himself higher up inside her, feeling the flesh give way to let his massive cock inside. He worked it in and out, getting her used to the feeling of him, and moved deeper slowly, telling her he only wanted to be closer, pulling her down to lie against his chest, and pushing her hips and ass down onto him. 

Li felt his hand spreading her ass cheeks and pressing against her hole as Matt drove into her and pulled out, dragging her insides in and out of her. He was almost crying, she was so tight, and pulsing around him. He let a finger get wet from the moisture coming out of her pussy, and around his cock, and started to rub it against her asshole, it was clenching and relaxing rapidly against it. Matt pressed it a little harder and felt it slide inside her. She was smooth and so tight, he couldn't believe that a woman could be like that. Like a little girl, but pure woman. 

Suddenly, Matt grabbed Li and rolled her over. She was now on her back with a giant, 6'4'' tall man between her slim legs, holding them in the air and pinning her down. His cock looked massive against her little body, two would have taken up the width of her body. He took it in hand and started to rub it over her body, jerking it at the same time, then took one of her hand, like a little dove, and made her hold it, and stroke it. 

Matt had to hold the tiny hand around his dick. Li's slim fingers could not reach around it. He smirked to himself, thinking how he could sometimes hardly get his own hand around it, and his fingers were longer than Li's feet. He tightened his grip over hers and slid her hand effortlessly over himself, making her jerk him off. 

When his cock head hovered over her mouth, he put his fingers inside and stroked her tongue, to give her an idea of what he wanted her to do. She took the hint, and let her tongue lie against her bottom lip. Matt took over, and started to rub the fat head against her velvety tongue. He coaxed her mouth open by pushing his cock forward against her lips, and rubbing it there. Li opened and let his cock slide inside a little, then she was forced to open wider by the thickness of Matt's dick, and gagged slightly, before becoming a little accustomed to having something that big in her mouth. 

"Suck it, move your tongue around it, oh yes, that's it, Mmmmm, oh, Li, oh, oh Li!" Matt cried out, pushing into her mouth, and not caring if he choked her. He pumped her, cradling her head in his hands and pulling her forward as his dick slid down her throat. His balls were banging her chin, when he down at her and noticed her eyes rolling back a bit. He pulled his cock from her mouth and hugged her to him; she was raggedly breathing, her body heaving deeply. 

Matt was angry with himself for getting carried away. He let Li rest for a few minutes, then parted her thighs again and licked her pussy slowly. He let his fingers get wet with his saliva, and stroked her pussy and asshole, pushing his fingers inside both holes every now and then. Li was calmer now, and started to go with the feelings Matt was causing in her. Her body began to throb once more, and Matt increased the pressure he was putting on her pussy, and licked her faster and harder. When he tasted her sweet juices flowing, he moved up her body and pressed his cock against her hard. 

Grabbing her breast in one hand and licking the nipple, Matt could hardly stop himself from forcing his dick into her and tearing her apart. He pressed against her with his cock, and rubbed her slit, getting himself slick with her juices and his saliva. When he slid easily back and forth over her hole, he reared up and pressed the head inside her, feeling the hot, wet lips tighten around him. He could hardly move, but pressed deeper and deeper until she was sucking the base of his cock with her lost virginity. He could feel the tissue of her insides get smooth and slick, and shape itself around him, widening only where his giant cock head pushed inside. 

Matt rooted around inside her, Li was lying under him, moaning, and trying to clutch onto him with her small hands. Matt pushed her legs up and pressed them into her shoulders. He held them down with his torso and spread her ass cheeks with his hands. He pressed deeper into her pussy, stroking long and hard, the sucking sounds each time he pulled out of her making him harder and closer to cumming all over her. 

Li felt fingers massaging her asshole as Matt pounded her with his very large cock. Matt started to lick his fingers and made her wet, then started to push one, then two fingers inside. It hurt, but Li knew she couldn't stop him, so she tried to focus on getting pleasure from Matt. She held onto Matt, trying to caress him as he thrust into her. She felt the fingers now sliding inside her asshole, holding it open, massaging it, and more and more saliva being applied to it. The thick cock was now being dragged out of its tight sheath, and pressing along with the fingers at her asshole. 

Lifting her ass higher, Matt pressed Li down into the bed hard. He shoved his hips against her ass hard, and his cock rammed halfway up her ass. He quickly pressed his hand over her mouth as she began to scream, and he spit on the other hand and rubbed it over the exposed half of his long shaft. His dick was rock hard, and easily parted the tender flesh of Li's asshole. Rocking gently, he went in deeper, and pulled her against him harder. 

Matt leaned over, close to Li's face. He started to whisper to her, "Li, your asshole is so fucking tight, I'm going to spurt into it, and fill it with my hot cum. Do you want that? You want to feel my cock explode inside your asshole? Tell me, tell me, Li". Matt took her face in his hand and squeezed her mouth, kissing her once, then repeating his questioning; "do you like it, Li? I want to fill you up, fuck you until my cock is limp and my balls are emptied into your hot hole. Tell me you want it, that you want my giant, thick cock to fuck you until I cum inside you, tell me." 

Li whimpered as she felt him stretching her wide open, she was wet inside and his big shaft slipped in and out with slurping sounds. "Yes, fill me up, I want to be full of your cum." Li moaned deeply, and made her hips gyrate around, her full, round ass cheeks moving in Matt's hands. 

Pulling them apart hard, Matt thrust hard into Li. His cock thumped once, twice, then felt a thick gob of cum ooze out of the tip of it. Sudden spurts shot more and more cum inside her, and he pumped in and out of her clutching hole, the cum spurting out and dripping down her crack, onto the bed. Matt scooped some of his cum from the bed and Li's ass, and wiped it on her pussy, rubbing it in and massaging her clit hard. His cock was still hard in her ass, and he was moving against her, with it buried to the balls inside her. She felt the wet, hot cum running out around him, and his fingers pushing at her clitoris, making it stand and swell. She barely knew what hit her, she was crying out and shaking all over, and her pussy was throbbing and spurting juice, and wetting Matt, still stroking her asshole. 




The Gift



Lifting his hand to his mouth, Matt tasted Li's first orgasm. Her juice was dripping from his fingers, and he sucked them, not missing a spot, as he thrust harder into her. He slammed down on top of her, and pushed his cock inside violently. The orgasm took him by surprise, and Li screamed in pleasure and pain as Matt rocked her body, his cock twitching and pounding inside her, shooting another great load inside her asshole. 

Matt collapsed on top of Li, and lay there until she tried to move him. He rolled to his back and pulled her over his chest. They both relaxed for a while then fell asleep after Matt pulled the cover over them. 

Hours later, when Matt awoke, Li was still sleeping deeply. He thought, "that was not a dream, what am I going to do with her? Surely I can't really keep her, or can I?" Matt shrugged as he started to caress her pussy again, kissing her awake. "Well, at least I can enjoy her while I decide", was the last thought he had as his hard cock took over once more. 

Like the story? Please do let me know.



The Gift



I walk into the room, shutting the heavy oak door behind Me, and turn, a satisfied smile on My face as I see My girls, kneeling, backs straight, eyes cast down, awaiting My arrival.

"Good evening, sluts." I growl.

"Good evening, Master" you both answer in unison.

I cross to the cabinet against the far wall and remove the key from My pocket, unlocking it. Opening the doors, I summon you over My shoulder.

"desiree…attend!"

Rising gracefully from your kneel, you cross to Me and stand, hands clasped in front, eyes down.

"How may this one serve you Master?" you ask.

I pull a set of chains and shackles from the cabinet and, turning, thrust them against your stomach. A small gasp escapes from you, and your hands come up to grab them before they fall onto your feet.

"Chain rachel to the wall, arms and legs outstretched."

"Yes, m'Lord" you respond, turning back to where rachel still kneels. Seeing you approach, she rises, following you as you pass her and head to the wall of rings. Having heard My command, she assumes an X-position against the wall. I can see the momentary look of disappointment on your face as you realize she's going to submit without needing to be coerced. I smile proudly to Myself…you truly are My girl.

With more force than required, you tightly clamp the shackle over her right wrist, passing the chain through the ring above her right hand and then the one above her left hand. Giving the chain a sharp yank, you pull her up, causing her to yelp in surprise and rise up on her toes. The other shackle snaps tightly around her left wrist.

I watch as you kneel before her, shackling and binding her ankles in a similar fashion, leaving her hanging, suspended, on the wall.

"Kneel before Me, slut." I command.

Obediently you return to Me, sinking to your knees, thighs spread revealing the treasure which is Mine.

I reach down and you feel My fingers entwining in your hair. I sharply yank your head up, My eyes boring into you.

"Mine." I say.

My right hand flies suddenly and strikes you hard across your left cheek.

"Who owns you?" I demand, striking you back-handed across your right cheek.

"You own this one, Master" you whimper.

"Who controls your orgasms?" I bark, My hand slapping your left cheek again.

"You tell this one when to cum, Master" you reply quickly.

I pull on your hair harder, yanking your face back around to meet Mine. "Then why did you cum last night without My permission?"

I see the surprise in your eyes…wondering how I found out. Glancing quickly at rachel, you realize how, as her face blushes deep crimson with guilt.

"Yes, My slutty little whore…Master knows all things."

I shove your head away from Me, releasing My grip on your hair, pushing you over backwards. As I turn and begin walking to the rack, I growl back at you over My shoulder.

"Present your ass for a beating!"

I select My favorite crop from the rack and turn back, seeing that you have assumed the proper position, elbows flat on the floor, head resting on your folded arms, ass held high. I walk back over to you, swinging the crop, causing it to whistle as it cuts through the air.

I draw it back and bring it down sharply across your buttocks, causing a bright red welt to immediately begin forming. I strike your ass again and again, landing the crop across virtually the same spot each time, until the skin breaks and droplets of your blood begin to well up.

Finally, I cease My beating and run the crop between your legs, using the tip to stroke your drenched cunt and throbbing clit.

"Would you like to explain to Master why you came without permission, cunt?" I ask softly.

I hear you swallow hard to remoisten your throat and mouth. I snap My wrist quickly at your momentary hesitation, stinging your labia with the crop.

"This one is sorry for dishonoring you, Master. Last night, while you were gone, desiree began playing with her sister. Your slut forgot herself, m'Lord, and had an orgasm without begging You for it."

I remain silent, considering this, slapping your cunt idly with the crop. After a moment, I speak again.

"Are you telling Me that this is rachel's fault, then, desiree?"

I know by your silence that I have caught you off-guard. Uncertain which answer I seek, you finally manage to stammer out "Master…this one just meant…"

"SILENCE!" I roar, smacking you hard across the clit with the crop. "Turn onto your back!"

Like the good little slut you are, you roll onto your back, locking your hands together under your ass, thighs spread wide. I see the glistening nectar flowing from your cunt, coating your thighs. I raise the crop and bring it down savagely across your right breast, the tip stinging the nipple. Then I repeat the action on your left breast.

"Does a good little slut place the blame for her mistakes on her sister?" I ask.

"N-no Master" you sob.

I use the tip of the crop to tease your nipples, moving it in a slow circular motion on your left, then your right.

"Does a good little slut tell on her sister?" I query.

"No, m'Lord" comes your quiet reply.

"That's right." I tell you, turning to face rachel. I walk to where she hangs chained to the wall. I reach out My fingers and stroke her swollen cunt lips.

"Did you enjoy the show, little whore?" I ask her.

"Yes, Master" she answers, a quaver in her voice, a frightened look of uncertainty on her face.

"Do you realize that you told on your sister, rachel?"

I watch amused as her mouth drops open in surprise, realizing the trap she's been caught in. I suddenly shove the grip of the crop deep into her cunt, causing her to gasp.

"Come to Me now, desiree." I call over My shoulder. I hear as you rise and pad softly to My side. Turning My head, I look into your eyes.

"Fetch Me the box sitting just inside the cabinet doors, slut."

Turning on your heel, you walk to the cabinet and retrieve the box I filled while you were chaining your sister to the wall. I can see the curiosity on your face as you carry it, still latched, back to Me. I release the crop, leaving it inside of her, and turn back to where you stand, box presented, latch towards Me.

Raising the lid of the box, I remove a pair of nipple clamps. I take the box from you and hand you the clamps.

"Put these on your sister-slut, My little fucktoy. And make sure they're nice and tight."

With a gleam in your dark green eyes, you take the clamps and approach rachel. I watch as you first lick and suck at her left nipple, making it nice and hard. Biting down hard on it, you pull back and bring the first clamp up, fitting it over her nipple, tightening it down, pinching the surrounding areola. Then you repeat the action on the right nipple. As you tighten it down, you look into her eyes and grin.

"Remember who was here first, whore!" I hear you whisper to her.

I grab your hair and yank you back against Me, twisting your face towards Mine. My mouth covers yours, kissing you hungrily…reminding you that I have not forgotten who was…and is…first.

Shoving you away, I reach once more into the box and pull out a dagger. I hold it up, allowing the light to bounce off its razor sharp edge. Holding the dagger out to you, I look into your eyes.

"Prepare your sister to feed the Beast." I tell you.

Taking the dagger from Me almost reverently, you turn once more towards rachel. With two quick slashes you open the pale skin beneath the nipple clamps, bringing forth a crimson rush of blood. Next you trail the edge of the dagger lightly down her stomach, until you reach the spot just above her clit. Increasing your pressure on the blade, you slash her there, as well. Blood streams down her breasts and stomach, the two branches of the red river meeting just beneath her navel and streaming down between her legs, over her cunt, combining with the flow from the wound above her clit.

As you cut rachel, I watch her face…grinning as I see her wince in pain at the feel of the dagger slicing into her. I place My hand on your shoulder and turn you to face Me once more, your face flushed from the thrill of bringing pain to your sister-slut. I reach into the box and pull out the last two items within, holding them out to you.

"Hold out your hands." I demand, and you obediently raise your hands out to Me, palms up. I place the piece of metal, a branding iron head with the words "desiree's slut" in reverse on it on your palms and take the handle in My right hand. I set the box on the floor, then reach out and take the brand, screwing it onto the handle. Then I place the assembled branding iron across your palms.

"Go and heat this in the fire until it glows red, while I feed on your sister. Think about where you wish to mark your little slut, My desiree."

With a smile, you start to pad toward the fireplace. I reach out and place My hand on your shoulder, stopping you, pulling you close to Me. I kiss you deeply, My hand dropping down to stroke your swollen labia, My finger tracing the "R" branded into your left outer cunt lip.

I pull back from the kiss and wink at you, giving you a light slap on your bright red bottom.

"Now be a good little slave and go do as Master told you."

Happily, you walk to the fireplace, placing the brand directly in the flames.

"Wear the gloves." I call back over My shoulder, and you take the heavy, fire-proof gloves I keep hanging next to the fireplace down and slip your hands into them.

I step towards rachel, grinning as I see the blood seeping from her wounds and the combination of fear, pain and anticipation in her eyes. I grab the end of the riding crop and stroke it back, then shove it into her again. Then I lower My mouth to the wound under her left clamped nipple and begin sucking hungrily, tasting her sweet blood…feeling the beast rise within Me. As I feed, she begins to moan loud and steady.

I bite down on the soft flesh of her breast, drawing more blood to the surface, My tongue licking rapidly across it, coaxing it out, filling My mouth with her essence. As I suck at the wound, the pressure from My mouth begins to slow the flow. When it has slowed to an ooze, I lick up the last droplets with the tip of My tongue, then move to the matching wound on her right breast.

I suckle at the wound in her right breast until it has sealed, as well…then I lick My way down her stomach, lapping up the warm blood that has flown there, until I reach the wound above her clit. The bleeding has slowed in this wound, so I attach My mouth around it and her clit, biting down, sucking hard. As I bite and suck at the wound, drawing the blood out, I violently fuck her whorish cunt with the riding crop. The moans coming from her mouth become more frenzied and insistent. I flick her clit rapidly with the tip of My tongue.

Sensing that she is about to cum, I pull My mouth away and yank the crop out of her. I stand, wiping the fresh blood from My mouth, and see that she is sagging from the chains, head hanging down, face hidden by her hair. I swing back the crop, bringing it hard down across her tender clit.

"Whore!" I yell at her. I reach out and grab her hair, yanking her head up, and slap her hard across the cheek.

"Who owns you, cunt?"

Blinking at Me, she swallows, dampening her throat. "You own this one, Master" she croaks hoarsely.

I backhand her right cheek.

"WRONG! My desiree owns you. From this point on, you are her fucktoy.
 I watch as the recognition of what I've just told her dawns in her eyes. Swallowing again, she whispers "Yes, Master."

I turn and look at you, tending to the iron in the fire.

"My desiree…is it ready?"

Pulling back the iron, you show Me the red glow of the brand. "It is ready, Master."

"And have you decided where you wish to place your mark, My slut?"

"Yes, Master…right above her clit, m'Lord."

"Then hurry, before the iron cools. Come and mark yours, My precious."

I yank rachel's head up by the hair again.

"Watch as you are marked, whore!"

Quickly you cross the room, the glowing brand in your hand. Pausing directly in front of her, you look up at Me.

"Do it!" I hiss.

The smell of burning flesh fills My nostrils as you ram the red-hot brand against the smooth skin of rachel's lower abdomen, just above her throbbing clit. Screaming in agony, her body writhes, held in place by the shackles and chains on her ankles and wrists. With an evil grin you grind the iron harder against her, making sure the brand is good and deep.

After a moment, I reach down and grasp your wrist, gently pulling it and the iron back away from her skin. I release her hair and reach out with My other hand and touch your chin, turning your face to Mine, gazing into your eyes.

"I give this slut to you, My precious desiree, as a gift. Do with her what you will."

"Thank you Master," you answer, smiling. "This one is honored by your gift to her."

"Now get the antibiotic ointment from the cabinet and spread it across your mark, so that your toy doesn't get an infection."

"Yes Master" you reply brightly. With an added spring in your step you cross to the cabinet, retrieve the tube of ointment, and cross back to U/us. I watch as you squeeze a ribbon of it on your finger, then reach down and spread it across the words "desiree's slut". The slightest whimper escapes from rachel, confirming how tender the wound still is.

"Now, what is your first order for your fucktoy, My little slut?" I ask you.

Turning to face rachel, you reach up and grab her hair, yanking her head up to face you. 

"Fuck Master, whore…show Him how happy you are that He gave you to me."

"Yes, m'Lady" comes her soft reply.

Together W/we unchain her ankles, then her wrists. I catch her as she falls, too weak from the blood loss and branding to stand. W/we lay her on the furs in front of the fire and you come to Me, quickly removing My clothes. "Would Master please fuck your girls slut hard?" you ask coyly.

I grin at you. "And make it hurt?"

"Yes, please, Master." A wide, slightly evil grin spreads across your lovely face.

"On one condition." I tell you. I wrap My arm around your waist and guide you so that you are standing directly above rachel's mouth, facing away from Me.

"On your hands and knees, My desiree."

Obediently, you lower yourself onto your hands and knees, your cunt now hovering just over rachel's mouth, your sexy ass presented to Me. I press on your buttocks, lowering your pussy onto her mouth. Without being told, she begins licking and sucking at your cunt. I guide her hands to your breasts, where her fingers begin toying with the rings through your nipples.

I crawl between her legs, teasing her slit with the head of My cock. I slide the head down, placing it at the entrance to her drenched cunt. Suddenly, I drive My cock into her, slamming My body hard against hers…at the same time burying My face in your ass, tonguing your tight anus.

I hear her scream, muffled by your cunt, as the sensation of My cock filling her and My body slamming against her throbbing clit and the tender brand above it overloads her senses with agony and ecstasy. The combination of pleasure and pain causes her body to thrash wildly. I press on your ass, driving your cunt tighter against her mouth and tongue, as her legs wrap around My waist, pulling Me deeper inside and harder against her.

As rachel tongue fucks your cunt and I tongue fuck your ass, your own body begins to tremble. Moaning loudly, you rock your hips, pressing back against My tongue, then down against hers.

I thrust hard and deep in and out of rachel's tight cunt…fucking your slut just as you asked. The sounds muffled from your pussy are a combination of moaning and sobbing. I fuck her cunt harder with My cock and fuck your ass deeper with My tongue. With each thrust I slam into your mark on her body.

O/o/our bodies move as One. The three of U/u/us….Master/slave/slut…grind and thrust and lick and nibble and suck together…driving towards O/o/our building orgasms. Whipping your long hair around as you thrash your head, you cry out to Me.

"Master…desireee neeeeeeddddddsssss…."

"Cum for Master, slut…NOW!" I command.

Grinding your cunt harder and faster against rachel's mouth, your body tenses and you cry out My name. Beneath you, rachel continues licking furiously at you…driving her tongue deeper and deeper into you tight pussy. I lick down from your ass and thrust My tongue inside of you, too…wrapping it around rachel's as W/we both eat you.

Pulling her head back, she peers at Me from under your body…her eyes glassy with desire.

"M..master…" she begins.

"Beg your owner!" I growl, thrusting savagely into her…willing Myself to hold off just a bit longer.

"m'Lady…please….?"

"Cum all over Master's cock, whore!" you command.

I feel the muscles of her cunt clamp down around My shaft, and her legs wrap tighter around My body as her orgasm crashes down around her. Yelling out first My name, then yours, her juices flow around Me, soaking My cock and balls…pushing Me over the edge. I explode deep inside her body, filling her with My seed.

As O/o/our orgasms finally begin to subside, I pull out of her and roll away. Sitting up, I pull you into My lap, your head resting on My shoulder. In turn, you pull rachel into your lap…her head resting on your leg. W/w/we sit there together, basking in the afterglow. I place My mouth close to your ear, wrapping My arms tighter around your waist, whispering to you.

"Mine!"



The Gift



***************************

This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. 

Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. You can reach me at the email address in my profile. 

My thanks go to Paul C and Cockatoo, for commenting on the original draft of this story, which has been rather amended. Thanks too to Cockatoo for the title. To Wida my grateful thanks for editorial comment. To those three, the credit. The mistakes are all mine.

***************************

The first time I met Helen she never said a word. Her husband did all of the talking. "Mr. Jensen," he said.

That's me, Steve Jensen, owner and skipper of the Nora, a 38-foot ketch that's older than me. "Mr. Jensen," he said, "my wife and I want to get back home to Georgetown, and I've persuaded her that it would be good to sail back. The Harbor office tells me you do charter work."

"That's right, Mr.?"

"Grant, Jack Grant. We've been here on business, but now we want to relax." He smiled, all teeth and no eyes. Like a shark. "I guess it's only a four day trip, but I'd be happy to pay you for the full week."

I glanced at his wife. Tall, slim, expensive clothes. Blonde hair cut stylishly short. Still silent, I noted. Oh, well. I turned my attention back to her husband. "I usually expect whoever charters my boat to give a hand with her. I'm the only crew."

"I realize that, Mr. Jensen. I have some sailing experience and I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure Helen will help out, too. Won't you, honey?" His wife smiled politely. "But Georgetown is off the main shipping routes from here. I'm sure all will be well." He smiled again.

"OK," I said, "let's go aboard and sort this out. When do you want to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning, that OK?"

"About ten and we'll catch the tide."

"Fine, fine." He turned to his wife. "Helen, honey, why don't you take the car and see about packing. I'll sort out the details with Mr. Jensen, and then get a cab back. I'll just get my briefcase."

Helen Grant never said a word, just got in the car, passed her husband his briefcase, and then drove away without a backward glance. I shrugged mentally. It might be a silent passage, but I needed the money. I turned to Jack Grant. "Come aboard, Mr. Grant, and we'll sort out the paperwork."

On Tuesday morning the Grants arrived at the slip at nine-thirty. Jack Grant took me to one side.

"I have a problem, Mr. Jensen," he said. "Something has come up and I'll have to see to it, but Helen would still like to go ahead. Will you be able to manage?" he asked anxiously. 

I looked at him while I gave the matter some thought. We'd be clear of the main shipping lanes by nightfall, I could lock the tiller or heave-to. "It should be OK. It might take a little longer if I have to heave-to, but I don't really see a major problem." I definitely needed the money.

"Suppose I pay you for two weeks?" Jack Grant said, reaching for his wallet. A few minutes later we'd sorted out the revised details and I was ready to go. Helen Grant had a big carryall with her and I took it and showed her to her berth in the fore-cabin. My own quarters were aft. I left her to unpack whatever she needed and went back on deck. Jack Grant brought a carryall from the car. "Will you take this for me?" he asked. "It will save me on excess baggage when I fly back."

"Of course. No problem."

He smiled. "I'll take my leave of you, then. Helen and I have said our goodbyes and I've never been very good at waiting and waving." He smiled, the shark re-surfacing, as he passed me the carryall. It was surprisingly heavy. With a casual wave he turned on his heel and walked back to his car.

I made a rude gesture - mentally, I'm no fool - and busied myself with the last minute tidying that accompanies departure. I stowed the carryall in a waterproof locker just inside the main cabin. It was about ten to ten when Helen Grant came back on deck. She had changed out of her tailored suit of shore clothes and was wearing jeans and a cotton sweater, deck shoes on her feet.

"Is there anything I can do," she asked politely.

"Have you sailed before?" I asked.

"Dinghies. Day-sailers. Nothing this big."

"Well, if you don't mind, Mrs. Grant, just sit over there until we're clear of the harbor, then we'll see about translating your dinghy knowledge into something bigger." I grinned at her and was rewarded with an almost whole smile in return. Away from her husband, Helen Grant seemed much more human.

She was intelligent and a quick learner and when I left her at the helm while I made some sandwiches for our lunch she showed no anxiety. There was nothing wrong with her appetite either, and we made short work of the beef and mustard. The wind was fresh and I hoisted the big genoa. Nora was butting into the waves now, and some spray was reaching us in the cockpit. I got two waterproof jackets out of the locker and handed her one. She looked at the garish orange and fluorescent yellow color scheme and raised an amused eyebrow.

I laughed. "There are no fashion police out here, Mrs. Grant."

She laughed in turn, surprising me as she shrugged into the jacket. "Call me Helen. And you're Steve, right?"

"Sure am, ma'am," I quipped and she smiled. She surprised me again.

"Steve, what are you planning to do tonight? I mean, about keeping watch or whatever it's called." She raised an interrogative eyebrow.

"Actually, I was going to ask you to take the helm from ten until midnight, if you think you can manage, then I'll take over until morning. I can get by on two hours a night. It's only three nights, after all."

She looked at me quizzically. "Wouldn't it make more sense if I did say ten until two, then relieve you at six, when it will be light again?"

"It would, if you're confident. We'll be clear of the shipping lanes by eight, so you should be all right. If you're sure?"

"I can always wake you if anything happens, or I'm unsure, can't I?" she said.

"Of course. In fact, consider it an order, first mate."

She grinned, looking incredibly young suddenly. "Aye, aye, captain."

That broke the last of the ice. Helen Grant turned out to be damned good company. She was bright, witty, interested in learning Nora's foibles. I learned that she'd been married to Jack Grant for four years, that she was thirty, my own age, a Computer Science graduate and was thoroughly enjoying her little voyage.

"I get sick of flying," she told me, "when Jack spotted your charter sign and suggested that we sail home, I didn't need much persuasion. We weren't in any hurry." She frowned. "I don't know what Jack needed to do that couldn't be done from Georgetown." She shook her head, curious but apparently unworried.

"I'm surprised your husband let you, I mean going off with a man in a boat." I smiled to show her I was joking, but her face closed and she shook her head.

"You made lunch, I'll do dinner," she said. "Do you mind if I rummage in your kitchen?"

"Galley," I said.

"I'm sorry?"

"Galley. It's not a kitchen, it's a galley."

"Oh," she said. "Of course." She started below, and then turned. "It looks like a kitchen," she said, and disappeared before I could form an adequate response. I grinned. I liked her.

Dinner turned out to be pork chops in an onion gravy, and she'd managed to make a side salad with the inadequate provisions I'd supplied her with. The chops were cooked superbly and I told her so.

"One of my many accomplishments," she said dryly. "Not that Jack really cares. We eat out more often than not, usually some business associate of Jack's. I sometimes think I'm just there for decoration."

And very decorative you are too, Helen Grant, I thought, but I didn't say anything like that out loud. Instead I changed the subject and that led us into a conversation about books, art, boats, islands, and lagoons and then onto diving, where she surprised me again.

"I noticed you had some scuba gear, Steve. Are the tanks charged?"

"Yeah. I always keep them ready. I had to clear some rope from the propeller only last week. The tank means I can do the job without having to keep coming up for air. I have a compressor connected to the diesel." I smiled at her. "Are you interested in diving?"

"Oh, yes, but I haven't done any since I got married. Jack's not happy in the water." She grimaced. "On it, yes, but not in it."

"Tell you what," I said. "We'll be passing fairly close to an island tomorrow morning. It's small and uninhabited, but there's a bay where I can anchor. We could go down and look at the reef. It's only about twenty feet down. It will mean we don't reach Georgetown until Friday evening, probably late. It's up to you."

"Sounds like fun," she said immediately, "I'd love to."

"OK, then. I'll just work out the course alteration, then you can start your shift."

"Aye, aye, skipper," she said, throwing me a mock salute.

I always sleep well at night when someone I trust is at the helm, and for some reason I trusted Helen Grant. She woke me at two, with a cup of hot coffee and then took herself off to her bunk with a quiet goodnight. She was startled for a moment when I woke her at six, but smiled and took the coffee I handed her. I don't know what else she was wearing in her narrow bunk, but she certainly filled the shirt very nicely.

She came on deck after a few minutes dressed again in her jeans and sweater and took the helm while I tried to grab a couple of hours sleep. I don't sleep well when it's daylight regardless of who's at the helm, and I gave up after forty minutes, dressed and went back on deck.

"I thought you were sleeping," Helen said, surprised.

"I can't sleep when it's daylight." I smiled at her. "Breakfast?" I asked

"Please. What have we got?" she asked. I liked the 'we'.

"There's some ham in the refrigerator and there should still be some eggs. Ham and eggs?"

"Sounds good, Steve. Here, you take the helm and I'll get breakfast." She smiled at me; a good, honest, open smile and I think it was then that I began to fall in love with Helen Grant.

We ate breakfast together in companionable silence. Helen had a healthy appetite, which almost surprised me, as she was slender in build. She must have caught my curiosity because she paused, swallowed and said, "I play a lot of tennis and I go to the gym twice a week." I flushed and she grinned at me. "It burns the calories off."

I looked over her shoulder, and then pointed. "There's the island, just showing on the horizon. We'll be there by noon."

"Oh, great!" said Helen, and then frowned. She looked at me and flushed. "I didn't pack a swimsuit."

'Swim naked' I thought, my prick twitching. Aloud I said, "There's an old pair of shorts of mine, they've shrunk so much they'll never fit me again. With a piece of line for a belt they'll probably do, those and a t-shirt, maybe?"

"Oh, yes," said Helen, "that will do just fine!"

I was slightly out in my estimate, because it was almost one when I dropped the anchor in the little bay. Helen helped me lower the dinghy overboard and then went below to change, my old shorts in her hand. I went to my cabin and donned my faded pair of swim shorts. I hung an air tank on each shoulder, managed to pick up two sets of fins, two masks and two weight belts and staggered back on deck.

Helen was waiting for me, barefoot, my old shorts dragged in at her slim waist, long, lightly tanned legs, lovely legs. A black t-shirt was snug on her upper body, the absence of her bra manifesting itself by the perceptible protrusion of her nipples. She flushed slightly when she saw me looking but said nothing. I handed her a pair of fins and a mask.

"Try those for size," I said.

Five minutes later I moored the dinghy to a coral head showing above the water. "Ready?" I asked, then catching Helen's nod, "OK, let's go!" We let ourselves fall over backwards out of the dinghy and into the water. We trod water and I pointed. "The reef's there. Follow me. It's only twenty feet down, so we'll be fine. We'll just go down for ten minutes at first, then come up and check everything's OK. Right?"

Helen nodded, eager. "OK, Steve. Lead on."

A moment later we were lost in the wonderland that is a coral reef. I kept a careful eye on Helen at first, but relaxed when she proved herself a competent diver. I touched her hand when the ten minutes were up and pointed to the surface. She nodded and we went up.

"Everything OK?" I asked her once we had surfaced.

"Everything is fine," she replied, eyes sparkling. I saw the flash reflected in her eyes but I'll never know what else she said because the noise of the explosion was too great. I spun around just as the after-shock hit us and threw us against the dinghy. The Nora was just beginning to settle, her back broken and as I watched appalled, she slipped gently beneath the surface until just the mainmast showed. She'd gone down in about thirty feet of water and the mast still showed above the disturbed waves, a marker for her grave.

I turned to Helen. She looked stunned, her eyes staring, her mouth moving soundlessly. Slowly she turned to me.

"What happened?" she whispered.

I shook my head, stunned, staring at the mast, all I could see of my beloved Nora. "I don't know. It can't be petrol, because the engine's diesel. Not gas, because the stove is alcohol and the lamps are either electric or oil. I just don't know." I was in shock, watching my home and my livelihood sink before my eyes.

"What do we do," Helen asked, dragging me from my self-absorption.

I paused, gathering my scattered wits. "We'll have to salvage what we can and camp on the island. Once we've done that, we'll see what we can do."

"But no-one knows we're here," said Helen, panic starting to show in her tone.

"No," I said, then gripped her hand. "But there's food and clothing on the boat, if we can salvage it. There's also an emergency radio which might be OK, and we can make shelter from the sails."

"Yes, but..." she began.

"Helen," I interrupted her, squeezing her fingers. She looked at me, her face strained. "We're alive," I said gently.

She stared at me for a moment, and then smiled weakly. "So we are," she said.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get the dinghy and see what we can salvage."

Quite a lot, actually. Both the fore cabin and my own quarters were substantially undamaged and we managed to salvage our clothing, after I succeeded in opening the forward hatch to get at Helen's clothing. The cockpit was in splinters, the main cabin even worse and the galley was a mess. I managed to detach the stove from its gimbals and to get it and a fuel bottle out and into the dinghy where Helen waited. That, drinking water and some food. Most of the freeze-dried stuff anyway, and some from the refrigerator. By the time we'd done that, my air tank was almost empty and Helen's was down to a quarter. Ten minutes. I decided we'd keep that for emergencies. Other emergencies. The locker where Jack's carryall had been stowed had just about disappeared.

The locker where the emergency radio was stored was in the saloon, near the companionway. The blast must have distorted the door. I tried a few times, using anything available as a lever but I couldn't get it open. It was getting late by then and I'd been free-diving, Helen waiting anxiously in the dinghy. I reckoned we had better get a camp set up before it got dark.

By the time we'd gotten everything ashore and above the high-water mark it was almost six in the early evening. We sat together on the beach and stared at the mast showing above the water. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had to ask.

"Helen," I said gently, "was there trouble between you and your husband?"

She looked at me silently for a moment, and then nodded. "The marriage is on the rocks. We were going to arrange a divorce once we were home." She grimaced. "We should never have gotten married, at least not to each other."

"Would he try to kill you?" I flinched at the look of pain on her face, but she answered readily enough.

"No," she said positively. "The marriage is over, but we're not enemies; anything but. I think we're better friends now that we've acknowledged we made a mistake than we were before." She looked at me quizzically. "That explosion was a bomb, wasn't it?"

"I think so," I said. "The main cabin is in splinters, but as far as I can tell, the explosion seems to have been in the locker where I put Jack's carryall."

She stared at me, then began shaking her head. "No, Steve. Jack wouldn't try to kill me." She began to cry, soundlessly, the tears spilling unheeded down her cheeks. I held out my arms and she collapsed against me, her face buried against my shoulder. I put my arms around her and just held her.

She calmed, and pushed away from me, sniffing and dashing tears from her eyes. "There could be a reason," she said slowly.

"What?" I asked.

"It's my money, and he inherits."

"Your money?" I asked, confused.

"Steve, I'm your original little rich girl. My father left me twelve million dollars and the company." She grimaced. "Jack and I made wills eighteen months ago, with each other as beneficiaries." She smiled wryly. "The marriage hadn't gone sour then."

"We don't know it was Jack, do we? When did he find out he needed to stay?" I asked.

"Barely an hour before we were due at the dock. A telephone call," said Helen.

"It doesn't sound like he was planning a bomb, then, does it?" I asked, thinking 'unless he arranged the call'.

Helen shook her head. "He just took a few clothes out of the carryall, and his razor and toilet bag. He left everything else." Helen paused, a faraway look on her face. "There was something else," she said slowly. "One of Jack's business associates gave him a present, just before the 'phone call. I never really thought about it at the time, but why then? Why not earlier? He said not to open it until we were at sea, because it was something to enjoy. Jack put it into the carryall and I forgot all about it until now. Jack left it in the bag."

"I think that might have been the bomb. Can you remember who gave your husband the present?" I asked.

"I think his name is Guzman," said Helen. "It wasn't anything to do with the company, so I stayed away from their meetings." She made a little gesture of distaste. "I didn't like him."

"Well, if it was him, how on earth did he expect to get away with it?" I asked bitterly. "If we'd kept to our course, instead of diverting, the bomb would have probably killed us." I paused. "Although if we'd been on deck, we'd probably just have been blown into the water. Either way, we were dead."

"He didn't care about you, Steve, you were just the instrument he used to carry the bomb," Helen said sadly, squeezing my fingers.

"I'll be the instrument of his destruction, if I ever get the chance," I said morosely.

"We're stuck here," Helen said hopelessly, "how on earth can we do anything?"

"We're alive, and while we're alive, there is always hope," I said gently, squeezing her hand. "I'll have another try at getting the radio in the morning, it's getting too late now."

"Steve?" asked Helen.

"What?"

"What are our chances?"

"Pretty good if I can get the radio out and get it working, not so good otherwise," I said wryly.

"Right," she said, taking a deep breath, "Let's go find some firewood."

We both donned damp shoes, and then I led the way off the beach. The island was a mixture of trees and scrub and we soon had enough fuel gathered. I had salvaged some waterproof matches in an aluminum container and soon had a comforting little fire going. I piled some flat rocks to act as a reflector, so as not to waste the heat. 

"What now?" asked Helen.

"I go and cut some poles. You go and fetch the line we brought ashore and we'll see if we can dry ourselves some other clothes. After that, we see if we can find fresh water, otherwise we'll be out in a day."




The Gift



Half an hour later, we had a line rigged and we each had some clothes drying on a line. I tried not to notice Helen's underwear. We were both still dressed as we had been at the time of the explosion, Helen in black t-shirt and my old shorts, myself in swim shorts, to which I added a damp t-shirt against the sun, although I estimated remaining daylight at little over an hour.

"Come on," I said, picking up an empty two-gallon container, which had originally contained fruit juice. "Let's go find water. We'll keep to the beach, should be easier going that way."

I led off, Helen in my footsteps. At one point, we had to clamber over some rocks and I took her hand to help her. She raised no objections when I didn't let go of her hand. Twenty minutes easy walk brought us to a stream tumbling down from some boulders. I tasted the water. Fresh and sweet. I filled the container, but left it standing.

"Come on, let's explore a little upstream," I said. We clambered up through the rocks without any problems and came out in a little clearing between the trees. The stream issued from a spring in some boulders, and formed a pool in a natural depression in the rocks, before running away down hill to where we had come across it. There was a flat grassy area beside the pool.

"I think we should move our camp to here," I said. "What do you think?"

"I think it's lovely," said Helen. Her face clouded. "Under other circumstances I'd love to be here." She looked at me and smiled. "With you," she murmured in an undertone, so that I wasn't sure what I'd heard.

I looked at the pool, then at Helen. Her t-shirt and shorts were still damp. Damp with salt water. We were asking for itching and chafing if we didn't wash the salt off. I bent and picked Helen up.

She laughed. "Steve, I can walk. Steve, what are you doing?" she asked in surprise as I waded into the pool. "Steve!" she squeaked as I dropped her into the fresh water. She came up spluttering. "What was that for?" she asked indignantly.

"We're soaked in salt water. Rinse off the salt so that it doesn't chafe," I said cheerfully.

Helen looked surprised for a moment, then smiled. "OK," she said, "but turn your back."

"Why?" I asked, surprised in my turn.

"Because I need to rinse these clothes I'm wearing and I can't do that while I'm wearing them," she said patiently, but there was a sparkle in her eyes and a half-smile on her face.

I nodded and turned away from her, lowering myself into the pleasantly cool water. I could hear splashing behind me and I could visualize Helen's slender figure. I could feel my prick thickening and quickly removed my own t-shirt and swim shorts, rinsing them in the fresh water and quickly putting them back on. My prick was still slightly engorged and I tried vainly to ease it.

"OK, Steve, you can turn around now. Can I?"

"Sure, I'm decent," I said and turned to face her.

Helen is lovely, and I have many treasured memories of her. One of my favorites is that moment. Standing mid-thigh deep in water in that black t-shirt and my old shorts. The water was cool and Helen's nipples had erected. Her hands moved and I think she was going to cover herself. I still don't know whether she stopped because she wanted me to see them or so as not to draw my attention to them, but she stuck her thumbs in her waistband and waited, a bright spot of color on each cheekbone. I turned slightly to help her out of the water and her gaze fell to my crotch. I guess I must have been half erect, just from thinking about her being naked behind me, and I flushed in my turn. A half-smile flitted across Helen's face but she said nothing.

"It's too late for tonight, but we can bring the other stuff along in the dinghy in the morning," I said. "For the moment, I think we'll camp overnight where we landed."

"OK," said Helen. As we moved away, she took my hand quite naturally. I squeezed her fingers and she looked at me and smiled, but said nothing.

By the time we got back to the camp, our clothes were just about dry. We cooked a quick but nourishing concoction while we still had some light, then set about organizing ourselves a bed for the night. I had a couple of synthetic sleeping bags, designed to be quick drying. They still had a touch of damp about them when I checked. I held one out to Helen.

"It's still damp, I'm afraid. Keep your clothes on, your body heat will soon dry it out."

She made a face, but took it readily enough, and we were soon settled for the night. The firelight was reflected in Helen's eyes as we lay beside the fire.

"Steve?" she said.

"Yeah?"

"What now?"

"In the morning," I said, thinking aloud, "after we've eaten, I'll dive again and see if I can get the radio. The locker door seems to be jammed, but I have some tools in a locker in the cockpit. I'll have another go." I laughed shortly. "That's if the blast hasn't jammed that locker, too."

"Can I help? I can free dive too, you know." Her teeth gleamed as she smiled at me.

"Yeah. Two of us might make the difference. But for now, Helen, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Steve," she said quietly.

I guess I slept, because the fire was down to glowing coals when Helen's scream woke me, startling me awake, then she was on her knees beside me, shaking me.

"Steve, wake up!" she said urgently.

"OK, Helen, I'm awake. What is it?" Her hand on my shoulder was trembling.

She pointed. "Over there. There's something moving," she said tightly, her voice strained.

I wriggled out of my sleeping bag and grabbed one of the torches we'd salvaged. The beam was bright in the night and the wild pig's eyes were brilliant before it turned and fled. I laughed.

"Wild pig," I said, "as scared of you as you were of it."

"Jesus, it scared me!" said Helen, then leaned against me, trembling.

I put my arms around her, as much to steady her as anything, then suddenly realized she was naked, just as she hurriedly broke away.

"Oops, sorry, Steve. I got hot in the bag, so I took them off." She laughed nervously.

I quickly switched off the torch, so as not to embarrass her, but the moon was near full and lit her clearly, silver and shadow in the moonlight.

I stared at her, mesmerized. "You're beautiful," I whispered, reaching slowly out to her. Hesitantly, she came into my arms, still trembling. As I put my arms around her she leaned her head on my shoulder. I loved the feel of her skin, soft and smooth under my fingers, and I stroked the length of her back, cupping her ass cheeks then running my fingers up the length of her back.

Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her head. My heart leapt, and I gathered her to me, bending quickly to taste her lips. Warm, slightly salty, trembling, but firming as the kiss went on, parting as my tongue went out, questing, searching. I could feel the pointed heat of her nipples against me. I brought my hands round and gently cupped her breasts and she shuddered violently.

She began kissing me frantically, burning little kisses all over my face, coming back to my lips, her tongue swirling with mine. My prick was stiffening, awkward in my swim shorts and Helen moaned into the kiss as she felt me against her. Her hands dropped to my waistband and she tugged at the ties, loosening them, pulling down my shorts. I broke the kiss and took her hands, stepping back and pulling down my shorts, my prick bouncing free, stripping off my t-shirt so that we were both now naked in the moonlight, reaching for her, taking her back into my arms, the kiss frantic now. I bent suddenly and picked her up, carrying her to a patch of mossy grass, soft, springy, laying her down. I paused for a moment, uncertain.

"Yes, Steve, yes," she gasped. She reached for me, her legs parting, urging me on with wordless cries, liquid heat in her cleft as I penetrated her, her gasps in my ears as I thrust fiercely, the heat building in us, higher, ever higher, until she peaked, shaking, trembling, a single exultant 'Yes!' ringing in my ears as I came, driving into her.

Gradually, we stilled, sweat-slick bodies still joined. She looked into my eyes and smiled slowly, wonderingly, her fingers stroking my face, tracing the shape of me. I bent and kissed her nose and her smile deepened, then turned into a grin. She chuckled.

"Yes," she said, "that's something to do while we're waiting to be rescued."

I laughed, but winced inwardly. Rescue? Maybe, but only if I could get to the radio. Aloud I said, "Impossible! You have drained me, woman, I have nothing left to give."

"Oh, not continuously," she said, pouting, "just as often as possible." She squeezed down on me with her internal muscles, laughing. Incredibly, I responded, my prick thickening, but slowly, very slowly. We kissed, lightly now, enjoying each other's taste. I tried to flex my prick and she giggled at the sudden movement, her hips beginning to move gently, drawing me on. The heat of her was building me up, lengthening me, stiffening me, and as I began to stroke my prick in the warmth and wetness of her welcoming pussy I came slowly back to full hardness.

I let my stroke lengthen, drawing back to almost leave her, then plunging slowly deep, ever deeper, into her honeyed depths only to draw back again and repeat the eons old cycle. This time it was slow, my erect tool caressing her internally. Her legs came up and her feet hooked lightly behind me. I bent my neck and kissed her nipple, then the other one, while her hand pressed me against her.

I lifted my head and she was watching me as I thrust into her, her eyes flickering over my face, warmth in them that I realized with joy was for me. She smiled when our eyes met and squeezed down on me. Her breathing was deepening, quickening and she began to croon wordlessly, her hands moving aimlessly on my back until she began to stiffen, then went boneless, this time her 'oh, yes!' a gusty whisper on a sigh as a rhythmic convulsion deep inside of her brought me, too, to climax and tipped me over the edge.

This time, we separated, and I brought a fire-warmed blanket to our mossy couch and wrapped us in it, spoon-like, her hand holding mine to her breast. I kissed her ear.

"Good night, my love," I whispered. There was no reply. She was asleep.

Morning dawned bright and warm. I wakened as I usually do, suddenly and totally, but made no move lest I disturb the blonde head cradled on my arm. I lay, just enjoying her warmth and nearness, until she stirred, squirming around until she faced me. She stared at me solemnly and then smiled, before leaning forward to kiss me gently on the lips.

"It wasn't a dream after all," she said.

"What wasn't?"

"Making love to you. It can't have been, because neither of us has any clothes on and my pussy feels wonderful this morning."

"It felt wonderful to me, too, last night," I said, kissing her gently.

Helen laughed, then wriggled free of me and threw the blanket back, to stand, arms raised exultantly, before turning to me again. She was beautiful. Slim, blonde, curvaceous, high-curving, deep-dipping beautiful. And a natural blonde, part of me noticed.

"I'm going for a swim," she announced.

"Why don't we move camp first, then you can have a fresh water wash in the pool after your swim?" I suggested.

She grimaced. "OK, slave driver."

It took us two trips with the dinghy, but we moved everything we had salvaged. The clothing we had hung on lines was dry, but Helen made no attempt to wear any and I was enjoying the sight of her naked beauty too much to suggest covering it, but by the time we had moved camp the sun was well up and showing promise of a scorching day. We had a quick swim together and then washed off the salt in our freshwater pool.

I looked out towards Nora's mast, and then turned to Helen. "Let's have another go at salvaging the radio," I said. "I'll go down first and see if I can get at the tools."

Helen nodded. "I guess we should. OK, Steve, let's go."

A few minutes later I fastened the dinghy's painter to the mast showing above the water. I must have looked a little strange, because I was wearing mask and fins and nothing else. I let myself fall over backwards and swam down to the wreck. The tool locker was intact, but it must have been distorted because it took me three dives before I could open it and get at the contents. On my fourth dive I was using the tank with our few remaining minutes of air. The saloon was an utter shambles, the locker where the bomb had been in splinters. 

I checked the instrumentation in the cockpit. It was designed to survive immersion, but not a bomb blast, and a quick glance told me that I need spend no more time on it, as everything was either shattered or distorted. No chance of any emergency signal there, then, so our only hope was going to be the backup radio. I had a big wrench from my tool locker and I tried levering the locker door open. I couldn't get a purchase, so I swam back to the tool locker and took out a heavy screwdriver. Glancing up I could see Helen hanging over the side of the dinghy, her mask below water so that she could see me. I gave her a quick thumbs up and swam back into the cabin. This time, with the wrench as a fulcrum I was able to use the screwdriver in an attempt to open the locker door.

I braced myself and leaned on the screwdriver, gradually increasing the pressure until I could feel the locker door start to give. When it opened, it opened quickly and I lost my balance, spinning away and bouncing off the bulkhead. I quickly balanced myself, then stopped. My foot, and fin, were caught in the angle between the companionway and the bench seat at the side of the saloon. Normally this was a closed angle but the blast had opened it and my foot had become wedged. I tried to pull it, but only succeeded in tightening the gap, the sprung timbers working like a barb. The more I pulled, the tighter it got.

I paused, considering, then tried to use my other foot to press the angle open. Unfortunately, because of the angle I found myself working at, I couldn't exert the necessary pressure. I confess that I panicked for a moment, taking deep breaths of my dwindling air supply. The screwdriver, I thought, then looked around for it, my heart sinking as I realized it was out of reach. Oh, shit! What now? Helen! But how to signal her? Was she still peering down, or had she relaxed in the dinghy?

I offered up a quick prayer to the gods looking out for shipwrecked mariners and looked around again. The companionway down to the saloon had a low door leading into the cockpit, with a sliding hatch cover which moved longitudinally on the cabin roof to allow access without needing to be a contortionist. The cover was closed from when we'd taken to the dinghy for our dive. Gods, only yesterday! When I'd dived to the wreck I'd swum in through the doorway without trying to push the hatch cover, not needing the height. I could just reach the inner handle and I tugged fearfully, praying that it wouldn't stick. My prayers were answered and the cover slid open. My hand just reached to the opening and I waved it, making 'come down' signals to Helen, praying that she wasn't dozing.

She wasn't, thank God, and it seemed no time at all until she appeared in the doorway. I signaled her in and pointed to my foot. Helen is intelligent, and she turned to me, making spreading motions with her hands. I nodded and pointed to the screwdriver. She quickly retrieved it and braced herself to try and open the angle. Her first effort was unsuccessful and I thought she would have to go back up for air. Helen however was thinking quicker than I was and she pointed to my mouthpiece. Of course! I took it out and Helen took a couple of lungs full of air, then gave the mouth piece back to me.

Helen had bent to her task again, braced into the corner and suddenly I felt the grip on my foot easing. Cautiously I pulled back and my foot and fin came free. Helen steadied herself with one hand on my shoulder and pointed up. I nodded and she moved out of the cabin. Pausing only to grab the container with the emergency radio, I followed her.

On the surface we hung onto the side for a moment, then I boosted Helen into the dinghy before hauling myself in. I hugged her. "Helen, love, you just saved my life."

She looked at me, appalled. "That bad?" she asked, her voice shaking.

I nodded. "If you hadn't freed me, I'd have drowned when my air ran out."

She gave me a shaky grin. "Good thing I decided to keep my eye on you."

"Very good," I said feelingly. "Come on, let's get ashore and see to this radio."

My heart sank when I looked at the radio, because the waterproof case had distorted and water had gotten in. The thing was soaking. The battery compartment seemed dry when I examined it, so I took the battery out and checked it with a piece of wire. Plenty of sparks when I shorted the terminal, so the battery was OK. I put the radio itself to one side and turned to Helen.

"At the moment, the radio is soaking. There's life in the battery, and if we can dry out the radio, it may be OK. First though, we need to get the fire going again." I cast a glance at the sky. "The forecast was good, so we needn't worry about rain."

It didn't take long before we had a bright little blaze going again and I positioned the radio so that the heat reflected from the flat stones I had placed would dry it, but not so close that there was any danger of scorching.

"OK," I said, "now we wait." I glanced at Helen, still gloriously naked and watching me carefully. I looked up at the sun again and then rummaged through our salvaged goods. Among the things we had salvaged was sun block. I brandished the bottle. "Come here," I said. "If you're going to frolic about naked you'd better wear this."

Helen struck a pose, back arched, breasts pushed out. "You complaining, buddy?"

I gazed at her silently for a long moment. "For as long as I live I will remember your beauty here, where we found each other." I smiled. "I do not want to remember it covered with blisters, or peeling."

Helen grinned. "OK, you've convinced me."

It was fun oiling her, stroking her back, her long legs, rolling her over to oil her front, paying special attention to her pink-tipped peaks, stiff little nubbins betraying her arousal. When I had finished she took the bottle from me.

"OK, buddy, it's your turn. Face down, first." She oiled my back and legs, slowly, sensuously, her hands strong on me. When she told me to turn over, my prick was already at half-mast. She glanced at it and smirked, then began to oil my front. She oiled everywhere except my prick, coming teasingly close, but never touching. By the time she'd oiled everything else, my prick was as stiff as I've ever felt it. Helen sat back on her heels, capped the bottle and put it aside.

"Aren't you going to do there too?" I asked teasingly, having more than half an idea what she was planning.

"That's a very precious area to me," she said solemnly, "I thought I'd try a natural lotion first." She swung her leg across so that she was straddling my legs, then shuffled forwards on her knees. Taking my prick in her fingers, she guided me into her pussy as she slowly lowered her warmth and wetness onto me.

Reaching bottom, she stopped, sighing. "Oh, Steve, that does feel nice." She bent forward and kissed me lightly. She grinned. "Lie back and enjoy, Steve."

I laughed and raised my hands to her breasts, cupping them, rubbing my thumbs lightly over her erect nipples. She took hold of my hands, keeping them pressed to her breasts and began rocking on her knees, lifting herself up, up until I almost left her, then sinking back down, taking me deep within her again. She didn't rush, taking it slow and gentle, her breathing easy at first, a slim, agile woman taking her lover at her own pace, enjoying the easy, slippery friction of prick in pussy.




The Gift



It couldn't last. Her pace picked up, her breathing quickened, my prick got stimulated, her pussy got stimulated, and her pace picked up some more. Soon she was driving herself down my prick, gasping great gulps of air, while I drove up into her, my hands at her waist, until we both climaxed with a great yell that scared the seabirds on the reef into a clamoring scramble.

Helen smiled down at me, still gasping for breath. "Wow!" she said.

"Wow, indeed," I gasped, struggling to adequately fill my lungs.

We stilled, gradually, Helen smiling down at me, beads of sweat standing on her clear brow. Her smile gradually faded and she stared at me, until suddenly she scrambled to her feet and ran from our camp, down to the littoral, where she collapsed on the sand, sobbing.

I got to my feet slowly, picked up a blanket and a handkerchief and went down to her. I said nothing, just put the blanket around her shoulders, then sat down and gathered the precious blanket-bound bundle of her into my arms. I held her close and waited. Gradually her sobs died away and she turned to me. I held out the handkerchief and she smiled wanly and took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose.

"Why?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I have absolutely no idea, but since he blew up my boat and didn't care whether he killed me as well as you, I think I have a stake in finding out. Whoever he is."

"Was the Nora insured?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure whether being blown out of the water is covered." I shook my head.

"If it does, will there be enough for another boat?" she asked.

"Not like the Nora." I shrugged. "I might have to crew for a while."

"Have you seen anything you like? Go on, pipedream a little." She squeezed my fingers encouragingly.

"Well, last time I was in Georgetown, there was another ketch for sale, a 65-footer, but it was worth twice as much as Nora." I lost myself for a moment. I had loved the Nora, very much, but she had limitations.

"What was she called?"

"Helena," I said. Almost as beautiful a boat as you are a woman, Helen Grant.

Helen was quiet for a few moments. "Steve?"

"Yes?"

She paused, then shook her head. "Nothing, sorry."

We napped for a while, then I checked the radio again. It seemed to have dried out and I held my breath while I re-fitted the battery and turned it on. The cheerful green glow from the display was a great relief. I switched it off again and stood up.

"What's up?" asked Helen anxiously. "It's working, I saw it."

"Nothing's wrong, I hope," I replied. "But I want to use as big an aerial as I can. I brought some wire from the Nora, that should do."

Half an hour later, I had a dipole antenna - of sorts - strung between two trees, connected to the aerial socket on the radio. Taking a deep breath, I switched on the radio. Instead of the distress band, I switched to the frequency where I thought I would find Charlie. When I tuned in, I got a surprise, because I was being hailed.

"Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Come in please. Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Over."

I looked over at Helen, who seemed to be as surprised as I felt myself.

Charlie's patient voice went on, "Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Come in please. Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Over." There was a tone to Charlie's voice that suggested he had been calling for some time.

I switched to transmit. "Yacht Nora to Georgetown Coastguard, go ahead. Over."

Charlie's voice was excited, which is not usual. Charlie Abrams is the least excitable man I know. "Georgetown Coastguard calling yacht Nora. Steve, is that you? Are you all right? Is Mrs Grant all right? Over."

I looked at Helen, bemused. She shrugged, as bewildered as I was myself.

"Nora to Georgetown Coastguard. We're both fine, Charlie. Over."

Charlie dispensed with protocol. "Steve, we understand that there may be a bomb on board the Nora, in Mr. Grant's carryall. Find a gift-wrapped present in Mr. Grant's bag and throw it overboard. Now, Steve! Over." Charlie's voice was tense and nervous.

"Too late, Charlie, it blew up yesterday. Over." God, if only he'd called twenty-four hours earlier! I would still have a home and a living.

"What happened, Steve? Are you sure you're all right?" Charlie's tone was anxious. "Where are you? What about the Nora?"

"Nora's at the bottom, Charlie. We stopped at Crab Island because Mrs. Grant wanted to look at the reef. We were in the dinghy when the bomb went off. We've salvaged enough for a few days, but we would like to be picked up as soon as possible. Over."

"Steve," said Charlie, "I'll call you back in twenty minutes, when we've sorted something out. Over and out."

I looked at Helen and smiled. "Rescue is imminent."

"Thank goodness," she said, grinning, and I realized that there had been a taut edge of worry about her which had gone now. "I'll make us something to eat while we wait for the call."

She did and it was her usual superbly effortless creation. Helen could do things with freeze-dried soups and our remaining ham that defied belief. Boy could she cook! It was nearer half an hour than twenty minutes before Charlie called back and everything had been organized. 'Cat' Chugman was picking us up and he was bringing Casey Kolinski to look at the wreck, but not until the next day.

'Cat' Chugman is a charter pilot. He got his nickname from flying Catalina amphibians while he was in the services. After twenty years in uniform, he'd retired and bought himself a De Havilland Otter floatplane that he used to fly charter groups out of Georgetown. He knew where we were and would pick us up as soon as he could the following day. Eighteen hours to wait.

"Tomorrow, Helen, 'Cat' will pick us up. He knows where we are, he's been here before with charters."

Helen smiled brilliantly. "Marvelous, Steve." She paused. "Who's Casey Kolinski, that the Coastguard wanted him here?"

"Casey is a retired forensic expert. He's also an experienced scuba diver. I guess they want his opinion about the bomb. I certainly do."

Helen smiled. "Smart move. So what do we do for the next eighteen hours?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Any ideas?"

"Just the one," she said, so quietly that I could hardly hear her. She came towards me and put her arms around my neck, looking up into my eyes. "Kiss me, Steve," she whispered.

I bent to her and kissed her gently. She kissed me back fiercely, then grinned at me.

"I think we both have the same idea," she said, indicating my prick which had started to thicken and lengthen.

I laughed. "I do believe you're right, Helen."

She smiled at me, her eyes smoky, and reached out gently, taking my rapidly hardening prick in her cool fingers, caressing it gently to a pulsing hardness. She pressed herself against me, my prick trapped between us, then raised herself to a high tiptoe, swinging her hips forward to take me, my prick sliding easily into her soaking cunt. She put her arms around my neck and lifted her feet off the ground, her legs around me, her ankles crossed behind me to lock her in place. 

She grinned at me. "OK, Steve, your cock's where we both want it to be, now carry me somewhere soft so that we can fuck properly."

I carried her over to a mossy bank and went carefully to my knees, then tried to ease myself forward, but even Helen's slender weight was too much for me and I lost my balance, falling forward and driving into Helen with a force that brought a grunt from her lips. Then she was gripping me tightly and her hips were moving eagerly against mine. I sensed that this was not a time for finesse and began driving hard into her, pulling back and giving her my full length, reveling in the sensations she raised in me, exulting in the tightness and wetness of her cunt as my prick pistoned in and out of her.

She was getting increasingly vocal, yips and moans interspersed with anguished cries of "Yes! Yes!" as her nails raked my back and her heels locked behind me as she tried to pull me further into her. This time, though, Helen beat me as we raced towards our orgasms, but only just barely. As she was about to go down again, I felt my balls draw up tight as I plunged down into my own personal little abyss of ecstasy; the tingle in my upper thighs just preceding the frantic pulses of my warm jism splashing against the clutching walls of Helen's pussy as we came in a frenzy of prick and pussy and primal yells. Gradually we stilled and Helen eased her stranglehold on me, smiling at me as I eased my prick from her soaking channel, sweat beading her brow and running down the cleft between her breasts.

We lay beside each other holding hands and napped for a while under a sail I'd rigged for shade and then, unspeaking, reached for each other and made love again, slowly this time, easing each other to a gentler crescendo. After we'd eaten we just lay, contented, holding hands, then made slow, gentle love before we settled for the night.

Next morning Helen woke me by gently licking my prick like a Popsicle, giggling as it twitched under her administration, slowly hardening under her gentle approach. She lay on one elbow when I reached my full height, length or whatever, eagerly spreading her legs as I rose and turned, my prick angling for her pussy, welcoming me within her with a gusty sigh and a four limbed clasp. This time our coupling was fierce and torrid, as if we both knew it was going to have to last us for a while. Helen was screaming as she came and I yelled in male triumph as she throbbed beneath and around me, both of us gasping like fish out of water, sweat running from us in rivulets.

Gradually we stilled, until I eased out of her, just before I would have fallen out, and flopped on my back, taking her hand in mine. Helen came up on her elbow and leaned over to kiss me gently.

"We'll have a last swim in a couple of minutes," I said, "then rinse off in the fresh water. Then, my love, we'll have to dress because our rescuers are due sometime after ten." Helen nodded ruefully.

When we heard the drone of the Otter's engine, we were dressed and ready. Helen was wearing my old shorts again, this time with a shirt. She was wearing a bra, too, to my disappointment, but I acknowledged its probable necessity because of our visitors. Cat made a superb landing in the lagoon and beached the Otter gently beside where we waited. Once the engine had stopped I took the rope he threw me and moored the Otter firmly to a nearby tree.

"Hi, Steve," said Cat, grinning at me as he and Casey clambered from the Otter. He turned to Helen. "You must be Mrs Grant?"

I thought I should introduce them. "Helen, this is Cat Chugman - "

"Hello, Cat," said Helen.

"Howdy, ma'am," said Cat.

" - and Casey Kolinski - "

"Casey," said Helen.

"Hello, Helen," said Casey.

" - two very good friends of mine. Guys, this is Helen Grant." I smiled wryly. "We understand that the bomb or whatever it was came with us in Jack Grant's carryall, right?"

Casey nodded.

"Where did it come from, Casey?" I asked. "We thought it was a present for Jack."

"That's what you were supposed to think. It turns out that, er, a lady friend of Mr Grant's, er.." Casey paused, embarrassed. 

Helen smiled at him. "Rosita?" she asked quietly.

Casey nodded. "Rosita Moreno."

"My husband's girlfriend," said Helen. "It's all right Casey, I know about Rosita. My husband and I are getting divorced. Not over Rosita." Helen shrugged. "Basic incompatibility, I guess. Quite amicable. He never even met Rosita until after we had made the decision."

Casey nodded, relieved. "Well, this Rosita works for a guy called Diego Guzman."

"He was the one who gave my husband the present," Helen said tautly, gripping my fingers.

"Right," said Casey, nodding agreement. "It seems Guzman was talking to some guy that works for him. Rosita was just outside an open window when she heard Jack's name mentioned." Casey smiled tautly. "She hid and listened, heard him say that they didn't need to worry, that Grant and his wife were out of the picture, that the company was ripe for takeover following their tragic deaths." Casey laughed. "Rosita is a quick thinker. She knew Jack Grant was OK, because she'd seen him about ten minutes earlier, so she went straight to him and told him what she'd heard. The two of them took the afternoon flight and Jack went straight to the police."

"And the police got onto the Coastguard, trying to warn us?" I guessed.

"Right," said Casey. "Mr Grant and Miss Moreno are in Georgetown, safe, and Guzman has been arrested. He's being held on a charge of attempted murder, pending an extradition request."

"What now?" asked Helen.

"What's the name of your company?" asked Cat suddenly.

Helen turned to him. "Morton Marketing."

"Now I got you," said Casey, "you're Bill Morton's daughter!"

"You knew my father?"

"Only to play golf with," said Casey. "He played to win."

Helen laughed. "Yeah, that was Dad, sure enough. When he died, he left me the company. Mom wasn't - isn't - interested in business. Dad left her financially independent. Me, he left twelve million and the company."

"Enough to kill for," mused Cat. "OK, guys, let's go see a wreck." He turned to me. "We brought four fully charged tanks for you and Casey. I'm no diver, but I can keep Helen company in the dinghy."

I nodded. "Fine, let's get on with it."

It took two hours and four separate dives, but when we'd finished we had about seventy photographs - Casey had thought to bring an underwater camera - and copious notes. The four of us were sitting eating a fabulous concoction that Helen had contrived from odds and ends, discussing the situation.

"I'm ninety-five percent certain that it was a bomb," said Casey. I am completely certain that the locker where Steve stowed the carryall was the center of the blast. I've got some fragments that I think may have been the timer, but we really need a full forensic team, and the sooner the better."

"In that case, we better get back," said Cat. He turned to Helen and me. "You guys ready to go?"

I nodded. "Just us and the two bags. Anything valuable from the Nora can be salvaged later."

Two hours later we landed in Georgetown Bay. Cat taxied us over to Immigration, who sometimes get paranoid, but the guys there were old buddies of Cat, they knew me, they knew Helen, and we were through in five minutes.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Helen, as we walked over to Casey's Jeep.

Helen frowned. "I need to sort some things out with the Company, and Jack." She took my hand. "I'm going to be busy, Steve, I'm sorry. I'll see you as soon as I can. Where can I reach you?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "My home is at the bottom of the sea."

"You can bunk with me, Steve," said Cat. He took out a notebook and scribbled a number on it, before passing the page to Helen. "That's the house 'phone, Helen."

Helen was busy after that making sure that her divorce from Jack Grant was going smoothly, and that the Company was in good order. She told me later that she'd been worried by Guzman's assertion that it was ripe for takeover if anything were to happen to her and Jack. I hardly saw her for days on end, and then had to content myself with the occasional fleeting lunch. I was busy myself, trying to sort out the insurance on the Nora. By the time that was done, I knew I didn't have enough for anything nearly as good as her.

I was rescued from my gloom by a 'phone call from Helen, asking me to meet her at the marina. She wouldn't say why, but I was pleased that she had been able to finally find some time to spare on me. I was saddened that she seemed to have completely forgotten the intimacy we had shared on the island.

At the marina, Mike Bohannon, the manager, met me.

"Steve," he said, "good to see you again. Come into the office."

"I'm supposed to meet Helen Grant here," I said.

"I know," said Mike. "She'll be here in about twenty minutes. She asked me to apologize for the delay."

"OK, thanks," I said, then asked Mike a question that I'd wanted to ask for a while, but hadn't dared. "Mike, is the Helena still for sale."

"Sorry, Steve, I sold her last week. The new owner is coming down later this afternoon."

I was disappointed by his news, at the same time chiding myself for even entertaining the ridiculous notion that there was some way I could have afforded the Helena. I shrugged philosophically. "Do you know if they want a skipper, Mike?"

"I have no idea," said Mike." He looked at me. "Do you want another look, just in case you never see her again?"

"I dunno, Mike. I might cry," I said ruefully.

"Come on, a beautiful boat is always worth looking at," he urged, and not having anything better I needed to do while I waited for Helen, I agreed.

The Helena is indeed beautiful and I reflected that it would be wonderful to own something like her, but realized that it could never be. Mike and I were below when he glanced out through the port.

"I think that's Mrs. Grant just arrived. I'll send her along. You wait here, Steve." He smiled. "Privacy."

We went on deck and Mike hurried off along the dock while I gloomed moodily at the Helena. Soft footfalls broke my reverie. Helen. She smiled hesitantly.

"Hi, Steve, sorry if I seem to have been avoiding you, but I've been rather busy."

"It's OK, Helen." I smiled ruefully at her. "Maybe I read more into things than I should."

"You didn't," Helen said so quietly I almost missed it. She smiled at me while my heart began to beat again. "I've reorganized the company. I'm trying to give myself more free time," said Helen. "Jack takes over as Executive Vice-President, and Ben Sheldon moves up."

"Jack's still with the company?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes," said Helen, "We're still friends. He has some good ideas to increase profitability. Said he wanted me to have them even though we were getting divorced. I told him he had a year to prove the ideas himself."

Helen was quiet for a moment, then smiled and indicated the lovely vessel beside us. "This is the one you would have liked, isn't it?"

"You know it is, we talked about it enough on the island." When we weren't making love, I thought.

"Will you show me around, Steve, please. Mike Bohannon says it's OK."

I smiled ruefully. This was going to hurt. "This way then."

I surprised myself and enjoyed it, showing Helen over the Helena. I might still be able to sail her, if the owner needed a skipper. Sixty-five feet long, the Helena was quite a lot newer than the Nora, with the captain's quarters aft, day room and bedroom, a spacious cockpit with every conceivable electronic aid, all major lines easy to access. The main cabin was spacious, the galley compact but functional, stainless steel everywhere. Forward, there were two guest cabins. Altogether there was room for six paying guests in comparative luxury.

We had finished the tour and we were standing in the captain's cabin. Helen smiled at me. "I see why you would want her, Steve, she's beautiful. Would you have taken me with you?" she asked teasingly.

"You know that I would like that more than anything else," I said. I reached out to her and brought her into the circle of my arms. She leaned back, a half smile on her face.

"The bunk looks comfortable, Steve," she whispered. "Can we try it?"

I pulled her close to me and lowered my lips to hers. The kiss was heated, urgent, dispelling the frustration I had felt with Helen being so busy. She seemed as eager as I was myself to renew our love. Her arms were around my neck and I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts through her blouse. Without breaking the kiss she put my hands to the buttons, and I hurriedly unfastened them, then flicked open the front fastening of her bra. Her nipples were rigid points of heat to my fingers. She loosened her arms from around my neck and hurriedly shrugged her blouse and bra from her arms. Naked to the waist she came back into my arms.




The Gift



Well, here's something new for my flock of followers. It's something, shall I say, different. I own all commercial and all other non-electronic rights. Please do not read this story if you are not legally permitted to do so. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. Happy holidays, my fair fans, and have a blessed new year!

* * * * *                                               

"Huh? What honey?"

John Hampton wiped the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up a bit in response to the delicious sensations coming from his crotch. As it turned out, his wife was noshing on his tip with her soft lips and tongue, her hand under her fluttering her nightshirt with its self-abusing caresses.

"Oooh…that feels nice. What do you want, honey?"

Getting herself up on all fours, John's wife Julia gently stroked her husband's thick dick with her small, soft hands and whispered, "I want you honey. I woke up all horny, saw the tent in the sheets and decided to take advantage."

"Mmm…that feels nice honey. Keep stroking me like that."

"No, hun. I got a better idea," Julia responded, crawling up to her husband's prone six-foot tall body and straddling her round ass over John's dick as it disappeared under her nightshirt. "How about I give you dick…" she continued as she lowered herself onto the thick tip. "…a nice good morning massage, while you, um, massager, eases some of the kinks out my tight pussy." She lowered herself about halfway onto John, then continued, "you don't want your powerful lawyer wife going to work with a too-tight pussy, right?"

"Uh, honey, you have plenty of, as you call them, massagers in your nightstand."

Julia let her fingers crawl over her husband's toned chest, then gently placed a finger over his lips. "Hush," Julia responded. "I don't want those things, I want you. Besides, you're nice and quiet and won't wake up the kids."

"Oh, alright. Go ahead," John acquiesced. He never was a fan of these good-morning fucks. However, it did tend to relax his as well as give him a physical rush, so he relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Slowly but surely, he felt his wife start to rock her hips up and down his dick, her soaked pussy squeezing his cock and her soft ass pushing his thighs as she went up and down. Julia reached under her shirt to tweak her clit some, then bit her lip and she quickly thrust up and down John's dick. John closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the mewing brushing over his ears as his wife rode her way to a small orgasm.

Julia pulled her hand from under her shirt and placed both of her hands on John's chest, letting her hands feel the coarse chest hair lightly covering his hard muscles and settled down into a nice, somewhat leisurely fuck. John let his vision drift off to the bedroom window, letting his wife work her delicious magic while he stared at the sunlight. His stare was broken by a really hard squeeze to his dick, making his gaze turn back to his wife's face.

"Oooh, yeah, baby! I love riding your big fat dick! Yeah, I'm gonna cum on your big cock again…oooh, yes! Ooh, yes! Oooh…" 

His beautiful wife was aggressively shaking over his toned body, her lithe, curvy body undulating under her night shirt, her short brown hair framing a face twisted in pleasure, and her long caramel legs contrasting with his medium-brown skin. 

"Do you wanna cum? Do you wanna flood my tight little pussy with your big hard dick, huh?" Julia asked, her fingers playing with her lips. She sucked on her finger, then subtlety pumped it in and out, forcing another wave of wetness on her hubby's already slick dick. She eased it out of her mouth, then asked John again as she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

"Please, big daddy? I just wuv it when you fill me up…"

John couldn't resist the appeal of his wife, and finally started to pump his hips up at his wife, grabbing onto her hips and pushing her nightshirt over her hips and exposed her tummy, loving the way it moved when he pumped his dick in and out of her. He closed his eyes, laid his head back on his pillow and let himself relax. He pumped his hips harder and harder, letting his dick wallow in his wife's wetness and feeling his wife squeeze him harder and harder, on his way to a nice, hard cum. Letting his defenses down, John felt that familiar itch on his tip and pumped up faster into his wife, trying to find some relief. When he felt his wife start to cum again, whimpering as she rode him again, he bit his lip, grunted and came hard, flooding her pussy with his cum, letting the pleasure swim through his head. As he started to calm down, he could feel their combined fluids flowing down over his dick, feeling his wife struggle a bit to pull herself off of him. Just as he opened his eyes, he saw his wife lick off the fluids on his dick, letting them collect on her tongue before swallowing with a smile and saying, "Thanks for the fuck, honey!"

"You're welcome, hun," John replied, still a bit groggy from sleep.

She climbed off the bed, then threw on her bathrobe and opened your door. "Get in the shower. I'll get the kids up for school."

With a groan, John sat himself up in his bed, then rolled out onto his feet to begin his daily routine. First, he took his shower, shaved, then threw on his bathrobe and got his kids breakfast ready with the requisite sugar-loaded cereals. After his kids got themselves down to the breakfast table, he made himself some coffee, poured himself some OJ and lightly buttered his lightly toasted cinnamon raisin bagel while listening to his kids prattle on about Harry Potter and Nickelodeon, making sure to be just caring enough. After finishing their morning meal, the kids got dressed for school, and John got dressed in his business casual uniform of khaki slacks and a crisp white shirt. After giving himself a quick once- over, he grabbed his briefcase, kissed his wife goodbye (with tongue) and loaded his kids into the family SUV for their ride to school. 

After dropping his kids off at the local Catholic school, John made the 30-minute trip to his job at the suburbs, supervising the computer help desk at a satellite office of some anonymous insurance company. The job itself was pretty hum-drum, jumping in to help the really clueless his staff couldn't handle, doing on-site training from time to time and simply making the place run right. His underlings, however, were far from hum-drum. In fact, he had an all-female staff, which is pretty rare considering that in the information technology industry, men outnumber women 11 to 1. Combined with PR pressure from a string of sexual harassment suits in the main office, John had assembled quite a cast of characters to help out clueless computer users throughout his company.

John's personal fave was the alternate OS guru Andara, or Andi as she preferred to be called. She's a White, stocky, very butch, very lesbian (and very married, thanks to the state of Vermont) computer geek, and her technical knowledge was as obvious as the tattoos around her wrists and her nose piercing. Sitting in the cubicle next to hers was the effervescent Brandy, a Heather Hunter look-alike who, despite her image, seemed to know her way around every OS configuration issue Bill Gates' boys found a way to fuck up. Across the way from her, in a corner seemingly hidden from the rest of the office, was Mary, a dowdy, timid, white-bread, married long-time secretary who worked her way down to the office for her expertise with, well, MS Office, as well as other office-productivity software. Finally, there was the very ordinary Anita, a Chinese girl fresh out of college who knew her way around networking issues as those painted-on jeans that seemed to be her trademark.

That Friday in the office seemed pretty ordinary, just the usual order of computer illiterates flooding the office with calls, along with ranting and raving from the big boys upstairs about this training class or that technical issue. "How did humanity get this stupid," John often thought to himself. "Why is it that a bunch of people with college degrees can't read a fucking manual?" Thankfully, though, towards the end of the day, the calls had slowed to a trickle. After organizing his schedule that following week's training classes for the company staff, he mercifully cut off the office's phones, got out of his office and started speaking to his staff.

"Hey ladies!" John called out. "Enjoy another electrifying week of computer stupidity?"

"Yeah," Mary noted, barely noticing his joke. "But I don't mind. After all, I am helping people."

"Thank God one of us is enjoying this," John responded. "I can't believe how stupid people really are."

"I do!" Andi called out from inside her cubicle before standing up. "I just love stupidity…just as much as I'd love a couple of hung studs plowing out my tight pussy!" she finished in mock seductiveness before bending over the side of her cubicle in a belly laugh.

"Hey, ANDI! You know you want it, bay-bee!" John shot back in his best impression of Austin Powers, causing everyone in the office to let out a chuckle. Everyone knew that the running gag of the office was John seducing Andi, but it never ceased to cause a few laughs.

"Tell you what, ladies. I feel like kicking back after a hard week. Anyone up for a few beers at the bar?"

"I-I'll pass," Mary answered in her meek voice.

"OK," answered Anita. "I could use something to relax."

"Brandy?"

"Sure! I'm down! Are you coming with us Andi?"

"Alright, alright. I'll roll. Mind if I'm designated driver?"

"Sure, Andi. Hey, ladies, meet me down at the parking lot. I gotta let the Mrs. Know what's up."

"Alright," Andi remarked as all four of the ladies were getting ready to leave the office. "See you down there!"

As the ladies filed out the office for the day, John quickly ran into his office and dialed his wife's cell phone. 

"Hi honey! How's it going? Look, could you pick up the kids from the babysitters? There's been a slight change in plans. Nothing major…"

***

So the 3 female co-workers and their male boss decided to retire to a booth at a local watering hole for happy hour, where the din of inebriated white-collar working stiffs drinking and tons of that meaningless musical confection called "Adult Contemporary" struggled to drown out their conversation. While Brandy and John worked on Corona after Corona to drown their sorrows, Anita found a way to get tipsy off of a couple Smirnoff Ice's, and Andi was sitting there drinking Diet Coke.

"So, John, how are your kids?" asked Brandy.

"Little Hank and Tisha are doing well. Hank is the little superstar in the church league basketball, too. Gonna be a star guard just like dear ol' dad."

Andi said on cue, "So he's gonna be in coma soon? Because that's the only place you were a star…in your dreams!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure."

"Awww…that's so sweet about your kids," Anita said. "I hope one of these days to have some kids."

Taking the final swig of his Corona, John responded, "yeah, it's kinda nice. Just try paying their bills and trying to get them to go to bed." Holding up his empty beer bottle, he joked "why do you think I drink this stuff from time to time." Looking at his empty bottle, he realized that he wanted another beer. He called the attention of one of the waiter's floating through the bar. Once he got their attention, he asked, "Can I get another Corona?"

"Oh, that reminds me," Andi said with a start. "I got a surprise for you in the car."

"What is it Andi?"

"Uh, duh! Part of a surprise is that you don't know what it is." After gesturing for Anita to slide out of the booth, she slid along the vinyl seat, then took up to walk out. "I'll be right back, OK?"

As Andi walked out to the parking lot to get her surprise, John was clueless at to what the surprise is. "I wonder what the heck Andi's up to. Is it some sort of a gag gift?"

"Knowing her, it is," chimed in Brandy. "Besides, it's a Friday night. Lighten up a bit. You look too concerned."

"Eh, you're right. It's probably too much of that good ol' ethanol in my system." Seeing the waiter walking towards their booth with his Corona, "speaking of ethanol, my pusher is coming through with another hit." After the waiter set the beer bottle on the table, John removed the lime from the top and took a sip of the fresh beer. Just as he managed to swallow his sip, Andi arrived back at the table, brown paper bag in hand. She stuck out the paper bag towards John, saying "here's your surprise!"

"What is it?"

"It's just some clothes. I'd thought you'd like them."

Taking the bag and looking at the bag strangely, John asked, "so what do you want me to do with them?"

"Put 'em on silly! Relax. It's just some underwear I'd thought you'd like," Andi countered. 

"Come, boss. Do something nice for us," Brandy added. "Just do this for fun. C'mon! It's Friday, for crying out loud."

"Aw, alright, I'll put in on," John said to the ladies. With that, she slid out the bar and walked to the men's room. "It's probably some silly boxers," he thought to himself. "What can it hurt, right?" Upon entering the men's room, he made his way to one of the stalls and checked out what was in the brown paper bag. "Hmm…this feels kinda smooth, like one of Julia's stockings," he thought to himself as he pulled out the contents of the bag. Much to his surprise, it looked like something Julia would wear…a matching set of white bra and panties made out of pure satin. John looked at the articles of women's clothing a bit mortified. Then, Brandy's parting remark rattled through his head. "Eh, what's the big deal? It's all for fun," he thought to himself. As a result, he decided to put on the bra, noting the 40DD size before putting it on, and slip the silk panties on after stripping off his boxers. After straightening himself back out, he walked out of the bathroom back into the bar. "Damn, this feels nice. I'm not sure I could deal with this though…way too much stimulation for my tastes," he thought to himself.

"Hey, boss! Welcome back," greeted Andi. "What do you think about your new unmentionables?"

"Uh, they're OK. They feel a bit too sensitive to the touch, but I think I could handle this for one night."

"That's good to here," Andi opined. "But I gotta make sure that you are wearing them. Brandy, would you mind checking him for me?"

"With pleasure," Brandy replied, her long hair caressing John's chest and her blood red talons rubbing over John's shirt. "Hmm…it feels like he's wearing it here, but let me make sure."

Brandy unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on John's shirt, then reached her hand under the shirt and started feeling up John's chest, rubbing on his nipples and forcing him to have a sharp intake of breath. "Mmmm…that feels kind of nice there, Brandy. I oughta cheat on my wife with you," John joked, trying to keep his composure under Brandy's ministrations.

"Hey, what can I say? " Brandy bragged. "I've taken care of a few men in my life…and felt up a few bras," she finished as she kneeled up on the booth's bench, caressing John's chest. "Mind if I check if you have on the panties?"

"No problem. Do what you want," John said with a chuckle. With that, Brandy bent over John's crotch, then looked into her eyes as her hands unzipped John's pants. She slipped her hand in the fly and started feeling John's package through the silk panties as she looked into John's eyes and smiled. As she felt John start to respond to her lusty caresses, Brandy licked her lips, smiled and mouthed to her boss, "nice package." All John could do was smile and nod, feeling his dick twitch to hardness under Brandy's hand.

"Hey, quit feeling him up!" Andi screamed out in mock anger. "Is he wearing the panties or not?"

Turning to look at Andi and Anita, Brandy answered, "oh, yeah, he's wearing the panties. It turns out though that you weren't the only one with a little package for us here…or should I say a BIG package!" Andi rolled her eyes, annoyed at the thought of a penis in that way, while Anita purred, squeezing her legs to put out the little fire there. "So, uh, Brandy, mind telling me how big this package is exactly?"

"Sure," Brandy answered, still feeling up John's dick and balls through the panties. "Just allow me to get him to full size here." Brandy then felt out her boss's dick, squeezing it and stroking off the semi- hard member through the silk. "One thing I can see, Anita, is that it's nice and thick. Wouldn't you say that, oh fearless leader?"

"Mmmhmm," answered John, biting his lip to keep from screaming in the bar. "Oh, don't stop that, babe…that feels so nice."

"Oooh, thank you, boss," Brandy continued, now opening stroking John through the panties. "I see you like how this feels, right?"

"Oh yeah…don't stop that."

"Mmmm…I can feel your getting nice and hard for me. Do you want me to stop?"

"Uh-uh."

Brandy kept stroking John's hard dick through his panties, feeling up the twitching member in her small hands. Slowly, she started stroking John in earnest, her mouth watering at the thought of the cock in her hands. As John tried to keep as quiet as possible, breathing heavily, she kept her gaze into John's eyes, pawing at one of her breasts through her shirt while licking her lips and purring in pleasure as John started to involuntarily buck his hips. 

Meanwhile, Anita sat across from the two nursing another Smirnoff Ice, squeezing onto her seat with her free hand and rocking her crossed legs back and forth. Her nipples were making peaks in her white t-shirt, and her eyes were transfixed on the scene in front of her. Finally putting down her bottle, Anita asked, "so, um, how big is he?"

"I'd guess about 8, maybe a bit more," said Brandy, whipping her hair across John's chest as she turned to look at Anita. "I'd love to play with this more often."

"Sounds nice," Anita replied as Brandy stroked John with stronger and stronger tugs. "Maybe this little girl can get a taste of that chocolate one of these days," she said with a chuckle, getting everyone else to laugh with her.

"Hey! Me first," Brandy shouted out. "I got first dibs on this thing here," she finished as she felt up John's pantied crotch. "Wait a sec, here. Looks like our boss is going to ruin your surprise here, Andi. Mind if I clean things up here?"

"Nah, nah, go on ahead," Andi replied, stroking her chin as she surveyed the scene. In response, Brandy bent over John's crotch and started licking at the wet spot the pre-cum had made. She let her tongue drift around his tip, licking all around the hard and twitching member while John held onto the table for his life, doing all he could to keep his composure. John was breathing harder than ever as Brandy seemed o find every single nerve ending in his tip, making his head swim in pleasure and his vision start to blur.

"Hey, boss, would you mind unbuttoning your pants for me?," asked Brandy, licking her lips. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to suck on your tip for a bit. Don't wanna ruin those panties, after all. Do you mind?"

John quickly unbuckled his pants, then unbuttoned them. Brandy then deftly pulled his panties up and over his cock and tucked the hem under his balls before going to work on his dick, kissing the tip with her wet lips. She wetly kissed all over John's hard shaft, soaking his dick with moisture as her long, wavy hair veiled her actions to the world around her. Feeling a strand of pre-cum flow down to her lips, Brandy licked the drop that landed on her lips on, then smiled up at John and licked off the rest of the pre-cum like his dick was an ice cream cone. She wigged her tongue around in John's pee slit, making him giggle just a bit and, while cupping John's balls with his panties, swallowed half of his shaft into his throat. Caressing his heavy sac with her small hand, she used her other hand to keep her balance while she sucked hard on him, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she kept pumping away.




The Gift



John was lost between his legs, his every nerve feeling his co-worker's tongue work her magic. All he could clearly discern was the cool air of the bar drying out his slick shaft, Brandy's warm lips pulling on his shaft and the rough side of her tongue making sure to press with friction with every suck, driving his senses wild. He vaguely say some people in front of him, even heard one of them egging Brandy on with her blowjob. All he could feel was Brandy's soft lips on his pulsating cock. Feeling his heart beat against Brandy's tongue, he felt her hand roughing start pulling and squeezing his balls, and her lips pressing against his pubic hair. He bit his lips, took in a sharp breath and let go of his control, blasting shot after shot of cum down Brandy's throat. He slumped back in his seat, his vision coming back into focus as his co-worker slipped his dick out of her mouth. 

"Enjoy that, huh, boss," Andi chimed in.

"Mmhmm"

"Don't panties feel kinda nice, don't they?"

Finally getting a visual hold of Andi, as Brandy tucked his manhood back into his panties and zipped him back up, he replied, "Yeah. They feel nice. Plus, the nice little sexual charge doesn't hurt either."

"Tell ya, what, boss. You can keep those frillies you have on now, on one condition."

"Sure. What is it?"

"You gotta wear them to work on Monday."

"Well…"

"C'mon! Besides, how better to understand your female underlings that to walk a mile in their panties?"

The four people in the booth all got a good chuckle out of that line. Then, John settled them all down and said, "you know what? You're right. Besides, they feel nice…especially after a certain person made me feel more comfortable with them." He flashed a wink in Brandy's direction, then said, "you know what? We all need to get home. Besides, I miss the kids. Down to give me a ride?"

"Sure, no prob, boss. No problem at all."

***

The weekend turned out to be mildly nerve-wracking for John, despite keeping busy with his kids. He was thinking about how he was going to manage to get his panties on without his wife and kids finding out. Mercifully, the weekend managed to pass fast, and suddenly it was Monday morning, leaving him to make his move. After a rough night's sleep, he woke up alone in his bed, leaving him part in fear and relief. "That's right. Julia had to leave early to prepare for a client," John thought to himself. "I could have used on of those good morning fucks. They always manage to calm my nerves."

All alone, he took his morning shower, shaved as he always did on Monday mornings, and then walked into his bedroom, fishing out the brown paper bag with the bra and panties. He took a whiff out of them, and noticed that they faintly smelled of perfume. "I wonder how come I didn't notice this on Friday," he thought to himself. Reserved to his fate, he nonchalantly slip on the panties, then threw on his bathrobe and went to wake up his kids, going through the morning routine solo.

Coming into the office that day felt particularly strange to John, with all eyes in the office seemingly on him. Just as he was about to open the door to his office, he heard someone calling him.

"Hey, boss!" screamed Andi. "Wearing those panties we gave ya?"

"Uh, yeah. I am."

"C'mon boss. Show 'em to us. It ain't no big deal. We're all wearing them, ladies, right?" The other three women in the office murmured in agreement. "So show us. Ain't like we're gonna see nothing we ain't see before."

"Oh, alright. I'll show ya." With that, John unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks and pushed them down to his knees, revealing the white panties he had on. He lifted up his shirt so that the ladies could get a better view, then turned around in a circle to show them off.

"So there they are. What do you guys think?"

Andi just stood there and clapped, chuckling at her boss' predicament. Brandy looked right into John's crotch, eyeballing the panties, then said, "Mmm…they look nice on you. They go well with your complexion, plus what's inside them is simply delicious!" Brandy, Andi and Anita all had a chuckle at that double entendre, and even John had to smile at that. Mary, however, looked at her boss with concern.

"Are you comfortable with that? I mean, are you a crossdresser or something? I mean, umm…"

"Relax, Mary," John assured her as he pulled his pants back up. "It's just something fun for the office. Nothing major. Besides, in a weird sort of way, I'm boding with you guys this way."

"Well, alright. I kinda get it," Mary said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"NOW GET TO WORK!" John screamed in mock anger, making everyone in the office roll over in laughter. "OK, boss!" Andi and Brandy replied in unison, chuckling as their boss went into his office.

The morning from there was pretty uneventful, mostly consisting of answering tons of e-mailed support questions that had piled up over the weekend. While most of them were incredibly idiotic, some of them required that he had to make some calls to the main IT department to get some information. Eventually, though, by the end of the morning, John had managed to resolve all of those issues. Just as he was getting ready to get up and go to lunch, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!"

Walking in was Andi holding what looked like a make-up bag, and Brandy walked in behind her holding a plastic head hold a long, platinum blonde wig. Reading the looking on their faces, John knew something was up. 

"Hey! What are you two up to, Lucy and Ethel?" John asked, more than a bit bewildered, as they laid out the make-up bag and wig on his desk.

"Oh, RICKY!" Brandy deadpanned as she helped Andi take out some make-up from the bag. "But seriously, boss, I decided to do something nice for your first day in panties," Andi chimed in. Picking up the wig from the head, she continued, "I decided to put you in make-up and a wig for the rest of the day. You know, just to see what you'd look like. I recruited Brandy's help in this little scheme, and now we're gonna have some fun for lunch."

"Well, I don…"

"C'mon man! Lighten up! Have some fun!"

"Alright," John said, sitting back in his chair. "Do your worst."

Actually, Andi and Brandy did a pretty good job. After putting some foundation, the two preceded to spend the next 15 minutes working their magic. After putting on the platinum blonde wig on John's head, they put on light blue eye liner and eye shadow and extended his lashes with 3 coats of mascara. After putting some light pink blush on John's cheeks, they put on 2 coats of metallic pink lipstick on John's lips, then added some gloss and black lip liner. When they were finished, they handed John a mirror so that he could look at himself.

"Wow," John said in disbelief, looking at his reflection. "That's me? That can't be."

"Yes, it is, hun," Andi assured John. "You look more like a Janine that a John now," she chuckled.

Just as John was ready to turn and glare in Andi's direction, Brandy grabbed John's chin and looked deep into his eyes. "Well, I agree with Andi, myself, but let me say you look HOT!" Pushing John's chair back a bit from his desk, she moved aside the make-up, the plastic head and John's keyboard, then jumped on the desktop in front of John. "In fact, I think I have some uses for that pretty face of yours," Brandy continued, spreading her bare legs in front of her boss and revealing her shaved, wet pussy.

"So, boss, wanna return the favor from Friday night?"

"I'm dunno. I'm happily married and all, and…"

"C'mon. Ain't like you turned down the blowjob from me. Besides, oral sex ain't cheating."

"Well, if you insist," John said with a shrug. He then pulled his chair forward so that he could be between her legs, then grabbed one of her legs and planted a wet kiss on Brandy's knee, smudging his lipstick. Brandy gently stroked the platinum blonde hair away from John's face and smiled. "Ooh, that feels nice," Brandy said with a smile. "Let's see what you can do."

John licked his painted lips, tasting his lipstick, and went to work. He licked his way up Brandy's café- au-lait colored thighs, lapping at her smooth skin like a kitten. As he got closer to her honey pot, he started to tongue kiss Brandy's thigh, driving her wild, making her grab onto John's wig and dig her heels into John's back. She squirmed under her boss' tongue, enjoying the wetness on his skin, and getting herself wet in anticipation of feeling those soft lips on her clit as they got so close to her drooling lips. When John let his soft lips falling off of the top of her inner thigh, she tugged on his wig, dying to feel his lips on hers. However, John had other plans, blowing a line from the bottom of Brandy's slit to her clit, then licking his glossy lips and letting a smile beam out from between them up to Brandy's eyes.

He then proceeded to give her other thigh the same attention he gave the first one, wetly kissing and slowly licking his way back down Brandy's thigh, taking it the mix of scents from her skin and her wet cunt. Drooling at the possibilities that lay between her thighs, John let his saliva drip onto her thigh, then spread it out with his lipstick, leaving a wide, glossy streak leading right up to Brandy's pussy. Just as Brandy was about to push John's face hard onto her pulsing vulva, John raised up her hand as a signal to stop. Brandy laid back on her elbows, peaking over her heaving chest to see what her boss was doing.

John let the tip of his tongue work its magic, running it along the edge of her inner lips, making sure to avoid accidentally brushing her clit. He then licked along Brandy's nude inner lips wetly and wildly, lapping at it like he was a starving animal, and making Brandy collapse her arms and fall out across the desk. As she looked up to see Andi idly pawing the crotch of her jeans, she felt John spread her inner flat and inside out, then pressed his puckered lips to the pink undersides, wiggling it against her wet lips. She then felt his tongue lick lightly and his lips give butterfly kisses to her outstretched lips, driving her wild and making her moan wildly.

"Oh GOD!!! Make me fucking cum…eat that pussy!!" Brandy screamed out, losing herself between her legs.

Taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall, John decided to finish her off, taking Brandy's clit between his soft pink lips and licking it hard, driving her wild. She grabbed onto John's blonde wig, closed her thighs around John's head and rode his face to an orgasm, being driven wild by her boss' tongue.

"Good job, there John. Maybe you should have been born a lesbian," Andi joked. "You sure know how to eat pussy." "And soon, you will be one," Andi completed in the line in her head.

Eventually, Brandy came down from her orgasm, huffing and puffing, her face glowing with sweat. "Wow! That was incredible there!" Brandy exclaimed, short of breath from her little death. Suddenly, an idea came to her head. "Get up, boss," Brandy ordered her boss. "I think we have someone else who might be interested in your services."

Brandy hopped down from the desk, then led John and Andi out of John's office into the larger office, looking for Anita. Conveniently, she was sitting there quietly eating lunch, surfing some humor sites.

"Hey, Anita, want something special?" Brandy asked.

"Huh…what?" Anita looked at three of her co-workers in surprise. Brandy was standing there, her face in a lustful glow and visibly breathing hard. Standing next to her was someone she assumed was her boss by the shirt and slacks. However, the head was that of an incredibly pretty girl, with a platinum blonde wig hanging down to her…um, his back, a face tastefully made up in light colors and her lips and chin noticeably wet. Finally, on her boss' right, Andi was standing there, running her fingers through her boyishly-short hair.

"Want something nice for lunch, Anita?" Brandy asked.

"Uh…sure. I guess so," Anita replied, her head starting to put things together.

"Stand up. It'll be easier that way," Andi commanded. With that, Anita stood up from her chair, letting her slight tall frame rise up. Even though she had recently graduated college, her body still had a pubescent awkwardness to her, despite her womanly hips and her large breasts hinted at under her baggy t- shirt.

"Hey boss! Get down on your knees, and take off her jeans."

"I dunno Andi. I mean…"

"Uh, apparently you haven't paid attention to the past few days, huh? You know you aren't supposed to sleep with your underlings, right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

Stopping her boss before he could continue, Andi continued, "Hey, if you take care of her, I think we can look the other way, right Brandy?" She punctuated her remark by feeling up Brandy's ass, teasing her sensitive pussy.

"Uh, yeah, we could manage that," replied Brandy, unsure of what to say next.

"So, boss! Let's get going!"

John nervously got to her knees, then unbuttoned and unzipped Anita's jeans. Peeling them off revealed the rather nice set of legs only hinted at by the jeans, along with a red thong that framed her ass and pussy perfectly. John was about to pull off Anita's panties and Anita was about to tuck her shirt over her breasts when Andi suddenly shouted "STOP!"

"Turn around Anita," Andi commanded. "I want our little sexual harassing boss to take them off with his teeth. Oh, and I advise you not to get smart with me, John."

John, realizing that he was caught between a rock and a hard place, reached up with his mouth at the hem of Anita's thong. Slowly, he peeled off the thong with his teeth, his breath causing Anita to giggle just a bit. "Hey, boss! Your breath tickles!" Anita chuckled out as her thong came to rest around her knees. With that, John spread Anita's cheeks and went to work on her body.

Anita wiggled and sighed a bit as she felt John's pink lips kiss the top of her ass crack, the tip of his tongue snaking out. Feeling up her tight ass with his hands, he kept kissing his way down the crack, snaking his tongue along her tailbone and letting his spit roll down her butt onto her asshole, making Anita squirm. She looked down over her shoulder at her boss, and the visual surprised her. Here she was in her office, having what looked like a beautiful Black woman with big full lips and blonde hair pleasuring her ass and, to her surprise, licking around her asshole, making her moan suddenly.

"Oooh…that feels so naughty. Could you eat my ass for me, boss?"

John responded with his tongue, worming his tongue into Anita's asshole, then licking all around it. He kept reaming her with his tongue, making Anita moan and lose balance on the chair she was holding herself up on. John licked away on Anita with passion, his blonde wig flailing around, and his spit soaking his chin and rolling down to her pussy. He held onto one of her wide hips while fucking his tongue in and out of her ass, while his other hand was busying toying with her clit, driving Anita wild. When she started humping into his tongue, John slid it out, letting his licks drift down to Anita's pussy, with was dripping onto the office carpet below her. Anita reached behind her and held her boss' head to her pussy as he licked it, spread them with his tongue with every lick so that he could tongue fuck her. Once he found her sugar walls, John tried to lick them clean, twisting around his tongue in there to get all her wetness while rubbing and pulling her clit between his fingers. 60 seconds of this action were all it took for Anita to cum, pressing her boss' face hard to her as she let herself ride out her orgasm as it came crashing over her.

Sexually satiated, Anita fell out onto the chair she was leaning on for support, then, realizing where she was, quickly pulled up her thong and her jeans. "What the hell was I thinking?" she screamed out, worried that someone might walk in and realize what was going on. "This is not the place for this, right?"

Brandy, startled out of palming her tits through her dress, stood up straight in response, then relaxed. She then reassured Anita, "Hey! Don't sweat it. After, the guy who just ate you out is our boss, right?"

"She's has a point there, Anita." Andi chimed in, furtively zipping up her jeans. "Don't worry. Our boss CAN'T fire us, remember?"

Scrambling to his feet, John replied, "yeah, you're right Andi. It wouldn't make any sense."

Just as he said that, Mary walked back in the door, waving hi to everyone. "Hey, how was lunch? I just got back from eating with my husband and…" She finally caught a glimpse at her beautifully made-up boss, his pretty face contrasting strikingly with his otherwise manly dress. "What was going on during lunch?"

"Oh, nothing much," Andi chimed in before anyone else could speak. "Just having fun with John, that's all. Nothing major. It ain't like this is going to be a regular thing."

"Well, I guess," Mary said, her worries assuaged for a bit. "It smells kind of funny in here. Oh well."

Pulling off the wig, John went back into boss mode. "Listen. It's a bit past the end of lunch, so people should start calling soon with computer issues, OK? I'll be in the bathroom washing this stuff off. Now get to work, now."

The four ladies returned to their cubicles, put their headsets back on and went back to work as usual. Starting towards his office, John realized what he looked like now and left the office, heading to the bathroom down the hall.

"Hello? This is Anita speaking. How may I help you?"

***

Surprisingly, the rest of the work week through Friday morning went on without any incidents. Granted, John had to explain to Julia the burgundy set of lingerie he'd put on that morning, but even that elicited nothing but a few chuckles at the color and the cup size on the bra. That whole week, all John had to do was show off some proof of the lingerie to his underlings in the office, and go on about his business. It became a big joke to the ladies in the office, looking at their manly boss wear some frilly women's lingerie, but it was a big deal. However, things changed that following Friday just as the day was winding down.

"Hey boss!" Andi called out as she opened the door and walked into John's office.

"Hold on a sec?" John called out before sliding away from the computer on his desk. "Whatcha want?"

"Well, first, I wanna ask you, something."

"Go ahead. Shoot."

"Hey, can you free up tonight? I was thinking we could go drinking with the whole office, you know, another girl's night out so to speak."

"Well, I dunno. I was thinking of spending some quality time with my Mrs. And all."

"Come on, boss. It'll be worth it. Besides, I got a surprise for ya."

Slumping in his chair, resigned to whatever plot Andi had came up with, John threw his hands up and said, "OK. What is it?"

"BRANDY! COME I-IN!"

Brandy slid into the room, holding a garment bag in one hand and the now-familiar make-up bag with the other. She handed off the bags to Andi, then asked "could you hold these for me while I get the rest of the stuff?"

Andi nodded her head in the affirmative, and Brandi walked back out to get the rest of the stuff. As she walked back into the doorway, with that same platinum blonde wig and another bag. When Mary asked her what she was doing with that stuff just as she was about to step in the room, she screamed back, "You'll see!"

Brandy placed the rest of the supplies on John's now cluttered desk, then turned to Andi and asked, "Shall we begin?"

Andi simply nodded her head and sneered, and replied to Brandy, "Let's."

Within the next hour, Andi and Brandy worked their magic to turn their boss into an incredible and beautiful woman. Not only did they turn John's face into that of a perfect angel, but they worked on the rest of his body too. As Brandy made up her boss' face, Andi took off John's pants and shaved his legs. After managing to do that with as few complications as possible, they continued their preparations by putting false fingernails on their boss and painting both them and his toe nails nail polish the same shade of pink as his lipstick and slipping in some silicone falsies to fill out that large bra of his. As the final piece, Andi took out a flower print dress from a garment bag and put it on her boss, and finished it off with matching sandals with 3 inch heels. When everything was ready, Andi called everyone into the room.




The Gift



When Anita and Mary walked into the room, they were looking around at the finished product of Brandy and Andi's labor. "Wow," Mary remarked, looking at John. "Who is this? Is this our boss' sister or, um, cousin, or um, well…"

"It's our boss," Andi interrupted. "Though, he's more of a she now. I think I'll call her Janine. What do you think of that name, Brandy?"

"Nice," Brandy answered, standing up on her tip-toes to wrap her arm around John's shoulders. "Janine it is." She playfully ran her hands over John's body, squeezing on those silicone falsies through the dress, then running her hands over his belly and down one of his legs. Teasingly, she lifted up the hem of the dress, then squeezed her boss' panty trapped cock. As she teased it with one hand, she motioned over to Andi with her other hand and whispered something in her ear. When Andi came away, she said to Brandy, "Go ahead. Do it. Why should I care?"

"Hey Mary!," Brandy called out. "Wanna play with our boss here?"

"Well, I dunno…"

Brandy lifted up John's dress, then pulled aside John's panties, letting his semi-hard dick pop out. "Come on, Mary," Brandy said as she slowly stroked John's dick. "We've all played with our boss before. Remember Monday when you came in from lunch."

"Yeah, I remem…" Mary said before a look of realization came across her face. "…Oh my God! I can't believe…I mean, um, this is incredible!" she continued, shaking like a leaf.

"Relax, Mary," Brandy said as she let John's dress fall, the erection tenting it out, while she went an retrieved a condom from her purse. "Besides, if you're worrying about getting in trouble, we've got that all covered."

"And don't you dare talk about what's going on here, understood?" Andi barked out to Mary. "After all, we could tell your husband what's going on here and, shall I say, embellish it some?"

Mary stood there in shock, frozen to the spot where she stood. Andi walked over to her, unbuttoned her dress slacks, then pulled them and her panties down to her ankles. Meanwhile, Brandy slipped on the condom onto John, then pulled him down to the floor by his bra strap. After John was laid out on the floor in front of his desk, Andi pulled Mary over to John's prone form, and Brandy walked over to comfort Mary.

"I still don't know if I can do this. I mean, I love my husband and all."

"Come on, Mary," Brandy said, rubbing her shoulders through her blouse. "Relax. It's not that big a deal."

Mary scanned her eyes over the room, looking for a sympathetic gaze but getting none. She then closed her eyes and lowered herself over John's hard dick, feeling her tip slip over her hair bush. She opened her eyes just long enough to align her pussy for the proper insertion, then she slid down onto John's latex covered cock, letting it stretch herself out as she felt her boss' balls against her ass. When she opened her eyes, she saw what appeared to be the very feminine form of her boss being felt up by Brandy's painted hands. 

"Come on, boss. Stick out that pretty little tongue for me," Brandy asked John, and he responded by sticking out his long pink tongue through his slick pink lips. Brandy stuck out her tongue and played her tongue around her boss', making her purr and wiggle just a bit. "And come on, Mary. Enjoy yourself. After all, what's an orgasm after some adultery," Brandy said, punctuating her remark with a wink.

Mary just closed her eyes and slowly let the thick member stretch her sugar walls out, riding it up and down at a nice pace. As she felt her boss' dick inside of her, it seemed to hit the right spots as she worked her hips, getting her hot. Finally feeling more comfortable with fucking her boss, she opened her eyes, worked a hand through her bush to rub her clit and looked around her. She saw Andi coolly watch the scene in front of her, while Brandy felt up her boss' pretty face with her fingernails and Anita groped at her breasts through her t-shirt. She felt the warmth of John's dick through the latex, feeling soothing against her lubricating puss. She worked her hips up and down faster and faster, making herself hotter and hotter as she stirred her honey pot. She placed John's hands on her hips and rode her boss with abandon, driving herself crazy with the size of John's dick. Eventually, she felt her boss finally pound into her as her pussy began to quake, humping up into her as she came closer and closer to an orgasm. With one hand squeezing one of her breasts, and the other hand rubbing her clit, she slowly began to cum, cooing softly as her hips began to drive hard down on John's dick and her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally, she fell back from her upright perch, exhausted from the efforts she made getting herself off.

"Mmmm…I can see you're finished there," Brandy said, her finger's going through John's wig. "I see you've made our boss sweat a little. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yeah, I guess. I gotta try this kind of control with my hubby, though. It looks like it would be fun," Mary said, slipping her pussy off of her boss' cock and pulling her pants back up. "Why did you have to dress him up as a chick, though?" 

"'Cause it's fun," Andi said. "Besides, a real man wouldn't let himself be pushed around by a bunch of chicks, right?" All four women had a chuckle at that last remark, and even John had to force a chuckle. "I wonder why she said that," John thought to himself as Mary left his office and Brandy and Anita took positions on either end of his torso.

"Can I play with you now?" Brandy asked, looking for another condom to replace the one already on John.

"Uh, I dunno…"

"Come on, let's have some fun!" Brandy said before placing the condom between her puckered lips, taking off the old condom and slipping the new one on with her lips. She rolled condom down her boss' still hard dick, sucking on it as she rolled it all the way down. After Brandy took a few sucks, she decided to stroked John off a bit before straddling his hips, pulling aside her thong and slipping herself on to John's hard cock.

Meanwhile, above him, Anita looked down at John's pretty face with a wide smile. "Hey, you know what, boss?"

"What, hun?"

"I think that pretty face and nice little tongue of yours is turning me into a lesbian," Anita said with a giggle. Looking at what Brandy was starting to do with John's dick with envy, she continued, "mind eating me out for a bit?"

"Sure. Why not?"

With that response, John saw Brandy pull down her jeans, then lean against his desk as she pulled off both the jeans and shoes. She then straddled his head and lowered her shaved pussy over his lips. In response, he reached his head up and planted a soft kiss on her vulva. As he felt Brandy squeeze his hard dick with her pulsating pussy, John lightly licked each outer lip, feeling the fuzz tickle his lips. While he slipped his tongue in between Anita's lips and tried to lick along the insides, he gripped Brandy's round soft ass, digging his fingernails in and making her squirm some more. Aiming to please, John let one of his hands trail up to one of Brandy's breasts and pinch the nipple through her thin top while he sucked one of Anita's inner lips in between his lips, nibbling it lightly and licking along the edge. 

"Oh, yeah, boss! That feels nice!" Brandy said, pulling off her tight white top and exposing her nipples to his boss' grasp. "Play with my fucking tits!"

John was lost in his sexual duties, his nails gently raking Brandy's firm tits while Anita was writhing over his face as he sucked on her lips, her wetness dripping onto his chin. He palmed Brandy's breasts as he started humping into her, trying to make her cum while getting himself off. As he ground his hips into Brandy's, his tongue kept time with his hips, stabbing and twisting around Anita's pussy as she humped his face. Finally, he slipped his hands around Brandy's hips, grabbed on and fucked into Brandy's pussy, driving her crazy. He decided to pull her tongue out of Anita's pussy, beaming a smile between his pink lips while he worked his dick hard to make Brandy cum.

He decided to take Brandy's clit in between two of his nails, scratching and pulling on it as he pumped as hard as he could into her, blowing on Anita's clit to make her squirm and keep her hot. When he finally felt Brandy's pussy begin to milk his cock, he relaxed and let Brandy ride out her orgasm, feeling her ass bounce on his legs. Turning his attention to Anita, he starts to tongue her clit, swirling his tongue around it, then batting the tip of it with his tongue. Just as Anita was squirming hard on his face, John held onto Anita's hips, then took her clit between his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue on it, driving Anita to a wild, buckling orgasm on John's face. As he slipped his hands from Anita, she felt back onto his chest, huffing and puffing as she finished out her orgasm. When she finally came down, she rubbed her rubbed her pussy across John's face, then stood up to put on her jeans and shoes. 

John looked up to see Brandy straightening out her hair with her hands while Anita zipped up her jeans. Suddenly, he felt Brandy's gaze between his legs as his surprising still hard dick. "You haven't cum yet?" Brandy said, surprised at her boss' state. "Stand up, and lean against the desk. Let me finish you off."

John clumsily got to his feet, taking care to get his balance on his heels, then stumbled over to his desk and leaned on it, his hard on tenting out his skirt. Brandy quickly got to her knees, lifted up the skirt, pulled off the condom and started stroking off her boss.

"Don't you wanna cum?" Brandy purred as she looked into John's eyes, licking her lips. "Don't you wanna cum in my pretty mouth?" Brandy then licked John's tip like a lollipop, making him moan and shudder in pleasure. Sensing his pleasure, Brandy took his tip between her lips and sucked while pumping her boss' shaft. She twisted her tongue around his dick, and in response, John held on Brandy's hair, desperate for a release. Brandy took her mouth off of John's tip, licked at it while pumping the shaft furiously, then smiled up at her boss. John looked down between his falsies at her pretty face, then let go, shooting his cum into her mouth. Brandy then slipped his cock down her throat, swallowing the rest of her boss' load as he poured his thick cum inside of her. When he finally slowed down, Brandy slipped his tip back into her mouth, sucking the last little bit of cum down into her mouth, then tucked his dick between his legs and pulled his panties over it.

"Hey, boss!" Andi called out, her eyes staring off into the distance. "Wanna go drinking with us again?"

"Sure, why not. Ain't no big deal. Just let me get my wallet and keys out my pants."

"No prob, boss. I'll be waiting for you. Just let me get my stuff."

"OK. See you ladies in a bit!" John then shimmied around in his heels, looking for his keys and wallet. As he found his pants to pull out his wallet, he heard some footsteps. Suddenly he felt a slight prick, then everything went black.

***

The next few days were a blur for John. He seemed to remember hearing medical equipment, some nurses, a few doctors in scrubs. Nothing he remembered became coherent…except the pain. His body was racked with pain, all around his chest and his hips. He didn't know what had happened to him, but he knew it wasn't good. Eventually though, he became spacey, dreaming about high school and sports fantasies and staring in his own porno movies. It all became very strange.

Eventually, John came to in a hospital bed. The first thing he noticed were the bandages around his chest, and the fact that his face and throat were so sore. Then, he looked down his torso to find more bandages covered his stomach. When he pulled down his bed sheet, he noticed that his legs were still smooth, and that his toe nails apparently had a fresh coat of polish put on after what must have been a couple of days. Just past his toes appeared one of his employees, Andi, looking a bit too happy considering the circumstances.

"Good morning," Andi said as she picked up his gaze, standing up to walk towards him. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," John spat back. "I'm in lots and lots of pain, and I think it has something to do with these bandages. Explain."

"Well," Andi said, leaning over the hospital bed to look into her boss' face. "I've decided to make a few…changes. Some lipo, a tummy tuck, a rib removal, some tattooed-on cosmetics, some electrolysis and the piece de resistance, some nice size breast implants. Nice, huh?"

"What the flying fuck? How did you…"

"Easy, boss. While you were napping, I dropped you off in this hospital, where a good friend of mine who happened to be a plastic surgeon took care of ya. Now before you think about the wife and kids, I told them you were badly banged up in a car accident, and she decided to let me call the shots as far as medical treatment. After all, she has a couple of young kids to watch, and you know how good friends we are." Andi winked at her prone boss, then returned to the chair where she rose from. "Besides, thanks to our company's 'progressive' insurance plan, all you have to pay is the deductible."

"May I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Why? Why go through all of this?"

"Because you aren't a man."

"Huh?"

"Let's face it, boss. You're a soft touch. You let us do whatever, don't care about what's going on, barely care whether the job gets done or not. Plus, let's be blunt. You have no sense of machismo. I mean any other straight guy would have tried flirting with their staff a long time ago, trying to get some. Ain't that what being a man is about?"

John sat up and responded, "Excuse me, miss. For one, I'm a happily married man who likes being employed, thank you very much! And why would I go all being blustery and what not? I'm trying to get the job done as smoothly as possible without all the dramatics. Yeesh."

Andi stared at John for a bit, then got up from her chair and said calmly, "I'm telling your wife and kids that you've decided to be a girl."

"What? I mean, how could, I mean, Oh my…"

"And by the way, in an hour, I'm having a friend give you a weave the same color at that wig. If you resist, I tell the police you raped Brandy."

John started to say something, then slumped back down on his bed, resigned to his fate.

***

The next couple weeks seemed like an eternity for John. Thankfully, his wife visited him a couple of times, Andi's threat to tell not realized yet. Little by little, his body began to heal from the pain, and he was able to start walking around, getting used to his new body and the higher center of gravity. He also spent a lot of time looking in the mirror, looking at his new self. "So I'm a girl, now, eh?" John said to his new reflection. "Guess I need a new name now. Hmmm…Janine sounds close enough to John, right?" He took a look at his reflection, then thought to himself, "yeah, that works, I guess."

Finally, the day came when it was time for him to go home. After a once over by the surgeon, he dressed in a fairly ordinary navy blue dress suit, with a knee- length skirt, a white blouse, some lingerie from Lane Bryant and some sensible matching flats. After he was wheeled out of the hospital, he caught a cab back to his house. As he slid into the back seat, he felt the driver's eyes scan over his body, calling attention to his new curves.

"So where are you going to, miss?"

John was taken back by the 'miss', then answered in a slight falsetto, "Oh, I'm just going home," before giving him the address to his house.

"So, honey, what were you in the hospital for?"

"Um, I just had some kind of surgery."

"What kind of surgery?"

"You know, um, nothing major. Not a big deal."

Staring at his new breasts in the rear view mirror, the driver continued, "Well, based on what you have in that blouse there, I'd say it's a big deal."

John sat there, mortified at the driver's remarks, unsure how to react.

"You know, miss? You're a fine woman there. I bet you don't have a shortage of guys willing to fuck you."

John, once again, just sat there, his eyes like a deer in the headlights.

"You know what miss? You need to loosen up a bit. Perhaps all you need is a big, fat dick up your ass." Sneering a bit, the driver continued, "perhaps I could be of service with that," chuckling a bit at his last line.

John looked up out the window, taking note of the street signs. "Thank GOD I'm close to home," he thought to himself. "I can't take much more of that guy's eyes." To his relief, he saw his house come up. He dug out his wallet from his suit jacket, handed the driver a ten-dollar bill, then got out of the car as fast a possible, not even thinking about change. He took a good look at his house, then took a deep breath and walked to his front door. John took a glance at his block, noting how it appeared to be an ordinary weekend day in his neighborhood.

He took his set of keys and unlocked the door of his house. To his surprise, he found his wife standing there waiting in front of the stairs, with his kids Hank and Tisha looking at him from a safe distance, wary of his presence. From the look in his wife's eye, he was prepared for the worst.

"So what's your name now?"

"Um…I decided to go with the name Janine. Why do you…"

"You fucking prick! When were you gonna tell me this shit, huh? I mean, what the fuck?! All we have is a marriage, a house and a couple of kids. I mean, what the fuck is Hank supposed to think?! You spent all that goddamn energy giving him that name, saying how he's supposed to be this great man and shit, but how the fuck is he supposed to grow up right with a father like you?! And when you were gonna tell me this shit, huh?! When the FUCK were you gonna tell me that I was married to a fucking fagot!"

"BITCH!"

In what seemed like slow motion, Janine slapped her wife across her face, breaking a couple of nails and leaving a mark on her wife's face.

Taking a deep breath, Janine pointed at her wife, then responded as calmly as possible, "don't you dare disrespect me again, especially in front of my kids. Understood?" Turning to his frightened kids, she commanded with a glare, "go to your rooms. Now." Quietly, Julia and Janine's kids walked upstairs to their rooms, scared stiff by this woman that was apparently their father.

As soon as she hood the door closed, Janine roughly took Julia in her arms and carried her into the living room, where she deposited her on the couch. Janine climbed onto the couch behind her wife, then grabbed Julia's head, had her stand up on her knees, turned her head and kissed her hard on the lips, making her tongue invade her mouth. She then grabbed onto Julia's breasts with both hands through her t-shirt, grinding her crotch against her sweatpant-covered ass as she tongued her ear and leaving Julia in complete shock. "Some fagot I am," Janine joked as she kept wiggling her tongue around in Julia's ear.

Janine squeezed Julia's breast roughly in one hand, letting her nails dig into the firm flesh, while shoving the other hand roughly into her wife's pants, trailing her nails along Julia's pussy. She teased her nails over Julia's breasts, sliding her hand under her t-shirt while she used her nails to tickle her wife's clit, making her moan wildly and arch her back against Janine's body, making her hot with the body heat. Janine then pushed her wife onto all fours, then pulled down her sweatpants while pulling up her skirt and pulling aside her panties, allowing for her hard cock to spring out. She lined it up with Julia's asshole, then grabbed onto both hips and shoved it roughly into her wife, making her howl in pain.

For the first time since she slapped her wife, Janine was calm enough to realize what she was doing…hurting her wife with her hard dick for her personal gratification. Slowly down just a bit with her thrusting, she reached under her wife and started rubbing her clit in circles while pumping two fingers in time with her hard dick, making Julia writhe and moan more, but this time in pleasure. Calming down some, she ground her dick into the exquisite friction of her wife's anus while squirming her way out of her suit jacket, then unbuttoning her blouse enough to play with her new huge tits. Feeling her wife grind back against her, she slowed down and rubbed her inflamed erection through the tight grip of Julia's ass. She pulled one of her breasts out of her bra, then pulled it up to her mouth so she could tongue her nipple. Janine enjoyed all the new feelings flowing through her body: the moisture cooling on her now erect nipple, her hips grinding against her wife's ass, the tightness of her wife's asshole on her tip and the power flowing from letting herself enjoy the other three.




The Gift



She pulled the other nipple from its bra cup, licked all around the areola, then let both of her nipples peaked outside the bra, the spit on them drying in the cool air, while she grabbed both hips and drove hard into her wife. Janine felt her balls slap against Julia's wet bush as she pounded into her, her screams egging her on. She slowly let loose on the mental blocks to her cum and poured her cock as fast as she could into her wife, enjoying the slight sway of her plastic tits as she began to feel the itch shoot up her dick and a powerful orgasm start. Just when she felt she was about to shoot, Janine drove hard into Julia and let go, shooting her load deep inside Julia's rectum. As she came down, she pulled on her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, trying to draw out just a little bit more energy out of her orgasm.

When she finally calmed down, Janine bent over her wife and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. She then began to apologize for the brutal fucking she gave her wife.

"Sorry about that. I don't know what came over me…"

"Sorry?! SORRY?!" Realizing the kids might potentially hear her, Julia lowered her voice, then continued, "heck, if I knew that calling you names was gonna make you fuck like that, I would have called you that a looooong time ago! I've wanted a pounding like that for a while, but for whatever reason, you've never done that." Playfully squeezing one of Janine's breasts and twirling her hand through Janine's platinum blonde hair, she continued, "and I got this to thank for the fuck, huh?"

Easing herself out of Julia, Janine continued, "I suppose so. Look, I know your ass has to be sore. Why don't I make it up to you and eat you out some more?"

"Well, I dunno. You don't have to do tha…ooooo…" Julia's sentence was interrupted by Janine's tongue working its magic on her ass, rimming her asshole nice and gently. Janine playfully slapped Julia's ass, then pulled up her sweatpants. As she was straightening herself out, she said "let's go upstairs and finish our little…oral arguments."

Standing up off the couch, Julia shot back, "if only court were this good!" Playfully, she ran up the stairs, with Janine dutifully giving chase, ready for some more fun.

***

That weekend turned out to be an interesting one for Julia and Janine. Outside of spending three hours trying to explaining how daddy now looks like a mommy but is still a daddy to the kids, they decided to drop the kids off at Julia's parents for the weekend, and for the two to get better acquainted with the new tools that Janine had to offer. After enjoying a nice morning and afternoon of making love, having sex and straight fucking, Janine even dragged the two to a beauty parlor for matching hairstyles. Julia's short business haircut was now the same platinum blonde as Janine's, while Janine went to put a perm in her hair, making her hair look bigger on her head.

After that little trip, Janine and Julia decided to get some new work clothes for Janine. After all, between the blonde hair and tattooed-on make-up, there was no way khakis and a dress shirt were going to work anymore. The outfit they picked out for Janine turned out to be a nice, somewhat conservative white dress suit was revealed in curves what it hid in flesh. When Janine got a glance at herself in the mirror, she started to get an erection looking at her reflection. While lacking the typical wide hips, she had everything else a girl had to offer, including the nice hourglass shape, and Janine just had to open her jacket up a bit, pushing her cleavage up a bit to show it off. If it wasn't for her wife not shaking her out of her self-worship, she wouldn't have gotten the suit off and paid for it. 

The next morning, Janine and Julia switched up their usual morning roles, wanting the kids to be used to the concept of having a second feminine parent before exposing them to the ridicule of the playground. When Janine got to work, she opened the door and just stood there, wanting the office to get used to the concept of a new her. As she strutted in slowly to her personal office, the gazes of everybody were glued to her as they performed their usual jobs. When she got to her office, she opened the door, quietly slipped inside, closed the door and walked to the front of the desk. Andi was sitting there at her desk, typing away at her computer.

"Andi."

"Yes."

"We need to talk."

"I dunno. I'm catching up on your usual backlog of e- mails from over…"

"Now."

"But I…"

"Sit in front of the desk. We need to talk."

Andi took one look at the look in her boss' eyes and decided to get up as slowly as possible, fearful of what her boss might do. She walked around the desk and sat down in the chair in front while Janine leaned against the desk.

"You know what you did was wrong, right?"

"Yes, but…"

"But nothing. I gotta thank you, though. For the first time, in a long time, I got my groove back and stopped being so damn apathetic. Granted, I'd have preferred to do that without jeopardizing my marriage, scaring the hell out my kids and taking more Vicodin than a depressed Eminem. However, I'm living with a certain…edge now."

Janine lifted her skirt up over her panties, then tucked the hem over the waist band. She continued, "now, if you want to keep your job, you have to do just one thing." She slightly spread her legs, then pulled aside the crotch of her panties, making her dick pop out. "Suck my dick."

"What?!"

"I said suck my dick. Did I stutter?"

"You fucking prick! How dare you! I mean…you can't do this!"

"And you can't falsify consent. Not only could I fire your ass, I could take you to court for forging consent to medical treatment. Or perhaps I could play Who wants to be a millionaire with you in civil court. And that little coercion thing you pulled? That's potentially sexual harassment. But who needs to go to court for that?" Janine brought her face closer to Andi's and continued. "A few calls to the right media outlets, and you and your life partner will have a media circus in front of your apartment that will make Ringling Brothers jealous. Now, that being said, will you suck my dick?"

Andi sat back and thought about the implications of what her boss said, realizing what she did, and what it could do to her.

"Answer me!"

"I dunno," Andi said, looking at her boss' member with a mix of disgust and nonchalance. "Hmmm…"

"Tell ya what," Janine said, pulling open her suit jacket and revealing her white 40DD bra. She pulled the bra cup over her breasts, revealing a huge tit, then said, "you can even start off by nursing on me for a bit." Tweaking the nipple between her fingers, she continued, "one thing I've learned about these puppies is that they're nice and sensitive now." Offering the breast in Andi's general direction, she said "wanna suck?"

Andi took a deep breath, then stood up, took the two steps to Janine, took her breast in her hands and planted a long lick around Janine's areola. Looking up into Janine's eyes with a mix of lust and obligation, Andi took Janine's nipple into her mouth, sucking slowly and rubbing her tongue around the nipple. Janine moaned softly as Andi gently sucked on her nipple, running her hands through her short hair and trying to press more of her breast into Andi's mouth. While Andi gently nipped on Janine's nipple with her teeth, Andi felt her erection start to rise, her tip rubbing again Andi's shirt. Andi then started to run her teeth all over Janine's breast, driving Janine crazy with the feel of her co-worker's breath on her skin.

When she felt her large erection press into Andi, Janine pulled her head away from her breast, then gently pressed her head down, convincing Andi to go down on her knees.

"Come on, Andi," Janine said as she ran her tip across Andi's face, surprised at how soft it was despite her very butch appearance. "Suck me."

Janine pressed the head of her dick to Andi's lips, and Andi let the tip slip in, tentatively licking just below the tip with her tongue. Unsure of what to do, and letting the disgust slip away from her, she lightly sucked on the head, looking up to Janine for approval.

"It's OK. Just take as much as you can into your mouth, then suck on it, working your head back and forth."

Andi took her boss' advice and did just that, taking about half of her boss' shaft into her mouth, then sucking hard, working her head back and forth, tonguing the head with each bob. She closed her eyes and did what she had to do, sucking hard on her boss, trying to get this done as soon as she could.

Meanwhile, above her, Janine was leaning against her desk, enjoying Andis' soft lips on her cock. She pulled the other breast out of the bra and was pulling on her nipples, enjoying the blowjob. "Mmm...that feels delicious. Keep tonguing that head and SUCK me harder."

Andi started sucking on her boss harder, moving her head faster and faster on her boss, the friction of her tongue on Janine's dick making it twitch. Desperately, she tongued the head on each head bob, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. Janine was standing there, tonguing her nipples, being very turned on by the blowjob when she felt Andi's tongue just hit the right spot.

"Oh, shit, I'm about to cum!"

Upon hearing those words, Andi spat her boss' dick out. "Please don't cum in me," Andi asked. "Haven't I done enough?"

Janine realized what she was doing, thought for a bit, then responded. "Stand up. I think you've done enough."

Andi scrambled to feet, smacking her lips and tongue, curious about the foreign taste. "Thanks, boss. That's not my idea of fun."

"No problem. We're even. This will be the first and last blowjob you'll ever give in your life. Just don't pull some stupid shit like what you did again, you hear?"

"Yeah."

"One question, though."

"Wh-what?"

Popping her breasts back inside her bra, Janine asked Andi, "how did you get Brandy in on this whole thing?"

Surprised at the light tone of the question, she answered, "well, when I told her what was going down, she was cool with it. After all, she's always been attracted to you sexually."

"Oh really," Janine said as she tucked herself back into her panties. "I guess I'll have to pay Brandy a visit."

"Cool."

"NOW GET BACK TO WORK!" Janine said in mock anger, leaving the office and having Andi trail her out.

Janine walked over to Brandy's cubicle and saw that that she was taking a call. After stopping to think for a second, she decided to call out to her.

"Hey Brandy!"

Covering up the mouthpiece on her phone headset, she responded to her boss' call. "What do you what? I'm responding to a call."

"Just watch."

Brandy turned and looked at Janine as she started to get into the routine she had in her head. She put her hands on her hips and started working them from side to side as she stood, drawing Brandy's attention on her hips. Then, she started to slowly draw her hands up her body, purring and biting on her lower lip lightly before letting it go. When her hands got to her breasts, she squeezed her breasts while licking her glossy pink lips, purring as she drew it back in between her lips. Janine closed her eyes as she pulled her suit jacket open, revealing her demi-bra bursting with tit flesh. Pouting sexily, she squeezed her breasts through the bra, then pulled both of her breasts out of their cups and pulled on her nipples with her thumb and forefinger.

Looking up at Brandy and seeing that her nipples were hard through her blouse, Janine whispered to her in a barely audible voice, "touch yourself for me." Brandy responded by hiking her skirt up to her waist, then pawing at the front of her panties with her fingers.

Janine continued her personal little show for Brandy, hoisting both of her breasts up to her mouth, then licking one than the other nipple, purring and grinding her hips between licks. She kept one nipple to her mouth, licking and sucking at the nipple while letting the other one drop back down and raking her nails over it. Watching Brandy pull aside her panties and slide a finger in between her labia, she let the other breast drop and caress its way down over her washboard stomach, moving against her hand as she slipped her hand under the waist of her skirt and into her panties. She let herself moan as she pulled on her breast and caressed her scrotum with her fingers, matching her fingers move for move. She pressed one finger against the base of her shaft and pretended that she was slipping it inside of her, letting out a light chuckle through her broad smile. 

She pulled aside the crotch of her panties, allowing her hard cock to pop out and press out against her skirt, letting Brandy respond herself in mock surprise. Janine then pulled her hand out of her skirt and drew it down to her hem, where she placed it on her thigh and drew up the hem of her skirt, finally revealing it to Brandy's gaze. Letting the hem of the skirt rest on the base of her shaft, she stroked herself slowly for Brandy's eyes, biting her lip seductively and playing with her breasts while Brandy started fucking herself with to of her fingers.

"Do you want me to cum for you?"

Brandy nodded her head in respond, her own hand playing with her breasts as she started fucking herself harder. Janine squeezed her breast as she was stroking herself harder, then slid that hand down her body to play with her balls, rocking on her feet as stroked herself harder and harder, rolling her hips into her hands. She looked down into Brandy's face, watching her lick her lips as she was about to come to her climax.

"Come on…cum for me…"

Janine stroked herself hard looking at Brandy's face, then felt that familiar sensation shot through her cock, and she came, squirting her cum on Brandy's face as she herself was rocketing through her orgasm, biting her lips and trying to keep her body as under control as possible. The feel of the semen made Brandy shake and moan in pleasure, and she was more than happy to take the last little bit her boss was able to squeeze out of her dick off of her fingernails. Janine squeezed her breasts a bit as she was calming down from her orgasm, then she licked her thumb and traced one of her areolas with it before pulling her bra cups back over them.

"Hey, boss! That was nice!"

"Why thank you, Brandy."

"One question, though?" Brandy asked while Janine was straightening herself out. "Why?"

"Well, Andi said you had a crush on me, and I wanted to show my appreciation."

Brandy wiped a strand of cum off of her face with a finger, then sucked the cum off of it seductively. "Well, I'll say you do have a funny way of expressing it!"

"Hey, Brandy? Wanna take the rest of the day off? I think I can handle all of your calls."

"Sure, no prob, boss." Brandy got up, took off her headset, and handed it to Janine. "Well, welcome back, boss! Enjoy the rest of your day!"

"Will do, Brandy!" Janine replied as she sat down in Brandy's seat. While Brandy picked up her purse off the desk and walked away, Janine got herself settled in, getting up her e-mail and looking at all the e- mail that had been piled up. She sighed to herself, then said to herself, "oh well...that was fun. Now, it's back to business."

* * *

Questions? Comments? E-mail me at the address in my profile. 



The Gift



John picked up the phone and was surprised to hear Karen's voice. They had been friends for five years and he always suspected she had a crush on him. They e-mailed nearly every day but had not spoken in nearly a year. "Hi,you!" he heard her say "What are you doing?"

"Just talking to you," he replied. Then he waited, she was always straight to the point and he was curious about what could have caused her to call. 

"So," she said, "the big 4-0 is coming up this month, any plans? Feeling like 'middle-age crazy' is just around the corner?" 

"A little," John said "I always thought things would be different for me than they are now. I expected my job to be more stable, my sex life to be better and money to be piled at my feet. Still and all I am happy enough, just not giddy."

"You deserve giddy once in a while" she said. "On, that note, I have a surprise present for you. Any chance you could make it down to my place in the next couple of weeks?" she casually inquired. 

"I'll check with Brynn and what she has going on." He replied "I think it seems likely, just need to move some things around. What you got?" 

"He heard her laugh in his ear as she said, some things are better left for surprises. You'll need about an hour or so to enjoy it. So, plan for at least two hours at my place. You just let me know the date." 

"OK," he said as she hung up. He realized he had not said thank you. He also felt a stirring in his pants. He had occasionally fantasized about her but nothing had ever come close to happening. She was a former employee of his and they had always been closed and could talk about anything. She was the only person who knew those types of intimate details about his sex life, what Brynn would and would not do among other things. He had even used her suggestions to convince Brynn to try but really nothing had worked. 

He looked at his calendar and found a free day on the Friday before his birthday. He called Brynn and checked with her. She was not pleased with the idea of him seeing HER. She had always been jealous but this time it seemed best if he told the truth rather than arranged it with something else. This way he would be assured of being good. No way could he cheat when she knew exactly where he was going. He hung up the phone and starting typing out an e-mail as he felt just a twinge of disappointment. He knew now nothing would happen, Brynn knew that and soon Karen would. He typed out the letter and made it clear that Brynn knew where he was going, why and when. It was sealed as he hit send. 

He went about his work and forgot about it until the Friday came. "What could it be?" he wondered. His mind wandered through possibilities on the long drive down. Every idea he came up with did not require time to enjoy, so he settled on the thought that it was pot or alcohol. She had occasionally indulged with him in the past and knew what type of Scotch he liked. "That must be it," he decided. He let his mind move on to other things until he pulled into her driveway. 

A car he did not recognize was in the driveway and he pulled beside it. He got out and braced himself as she ran out the door and gave him a big hug. She was giddy with delight at seing him and he smiled in spite of himself at such a warm greeting. She was talking a mile a minute and he only half heard what she said. She was wearing a kimono or sarong wrap aroung thing. He had see something like it before but could not remember where. She took his arm and had him take off his shoes inside the door then ushered him into the kitchen. 

He could smell the incense and hear the soft sounds of Asian music in the background. He smiled as he sat down. A glass of ice, his favorite Scotch, a cigar and a pill were on a black place mat in front of his chair. He picked up the cigar and read the band, "y Habana" stood out on the bottom and he smiled. "Wow, putting out the best for me, I see." He laughed. He picked up the pill and could see that the markings were scraped off. "What...?" he started to ask. "Just, take it," she said "trust me." He shrugged and swallowed the pill. "Is it OK, to have a drink with it?" he asked. "Yes, just not too much, there is still much to do" She said. 

She scurried around pouring his Scotch over the ice and skillfully cutting his cigar. She lit it perfectly for him, placed it in his mouth and picked up his drink. They headed into the living room where another woman he had not yet met waited. "Selene," she said, "this is John. John, Selene." He smiled and tried to speak but failed. She was strikingly gorgeous, petite and read haired. His absolute fantasy female. She had stunning green eyes, her makeup was a little heavy but still a real beauty to look at. He glance down and looked away quickly as her nipples were very visible through her light blouse. He felt her staring at him and began to blush, he'd been caught. 

He began to stare intently at his drink and play with his cigar rather than look at her again. She still had not spoken. An awkward silence followed as he asked, "How do you know Karen?." Karen began moving her hands and Selene looked at her. John quickly realized that Selene was deaf and Karen was signing his question. Selene signed back and Karen explained she met her through a mutual friend. 

Selene is a masseuse, Karen explained. She is your real present tonight. Once you are relaxed and ready she will give you a full body massage that I guarantee to be the best you've ever had. John smiled to himself and let this new bit of information work itself into his consciousness. As he worked it through, he realized he would have to get naked and be alone in a room with this beauty and Karen when he was already beginning to feel a slight stirring between his legs. He started to blush again and realized that both Karen and Selene were staring at him. His thoughts raced and his voice left him. 

He took a drink and a drag of the cigar to regain his composure as Karen and Selene exchanges glances. He was sure they looked directly at his lap. He looked down himself and realized a lump was beginning to form there. He crossed his legs to hide his ever rising erection from view but the movement of his pants made it even more aroused. 

Now he was beginning to feel uncomfortable as his blush started back up again. Mercifully, Selene and Karen excused themselves to another room. Heard the music and smelled the incense again as they opened the door to a dimly lit room with a massage table in it. He started to relax a little as he realized it would be fairly normal to be in a room that was darkened and set up to be as professional as possible. He would be able to hide his ever growing erection from view while he was face down on the table. That would give him enough time to think of something else. If that did not do it, at least it was fairly normal to have an erection while getting a massage. 

As they came out of the room, Karen suggested that he go get out of his clothes and lie down on the table. He can remove as much clothing as he wishes but nude would probably be the most comfortable. 

John just smiled and said "OK" but waited until they left the room before he stood up. He quickly jumped up took a swig of Scotch and moved into the massage room. 

It was so dimly lit, that he could barely see. The table was a standard massage table. It had a place for his face that was covered by a hot towel, the table itself was fairly normal but it had two extra cushions on it lengthwise. Looking at these, he realized he could spread them slightly a part and lay face down on them. There would be a space between them and he could place his erection there with out crushing it painfully beneath him. He quickly took off his clothes and jumped up on the table to position his now throbbing erection between the cushions. He had just covered his butt with the blanket when Karen knocked on the door. 

"Ready?" she called. "Yes" he said and closed his eyes as he put his face on the hot towel. He sighed and smiled to himself that he was able to hide the "problem" so skillfully from the women. He felt himself begin to relax and sink into the cushions. The music and the incense combined with the dimly lit room helped immensely. He began to enjoy the sensations as thoughts of everything else left his mind. Karen spoke softly to him from the dark and asked if it was OK if she stayed. He whispered yes and she explained that Selene is training her to do massage so she may help if that was OK as well. He said yes without fully realizing the consequences. 

He no longer cared as warm oil began to flow across his back and four hands started to spread it. He began to drift and think nice thoughts again in a half effort to reduce his erection. As the hands massaged his back and neck, he no longer cared and fell into the bliss of the moment. 

Hours, seconds, minutes, later he felt the hands move down across his butt and legs. He was no longer self-conscious, no longer cared about his erection. Nothing worried him as he relished the soft music and strong hands kneading his back, thighs, ass, legs and feet. At one point he was sure he felt more than four hands on him but he did not care. He was in heaven. 

A soft voice urged him to roll over and he complied. Suddenly he remembered the "problem" that was still throbbing between his legs. But it was too late to worry and too dark. A new hot towel was placed skillfully over his face and he began to relax. 

The hands covered his body with more oil, his chest arms and legs were massaged skillfully. Then it changed slightly, the massage began to feel more erotic and stimulating than relaxing. He began to feel the inner thighs being caressed, not massaged but teased. His toes were warmly rubbed, "sucked?" He wondered. He started to protest but could not. It all felt too good, too suddenly it got out of hand. Still it was just a massage and aside from the toes, he was not having sex yet. He could explain the massage to Brynn. 

Then he felt it, a brief touch on his balls. His mind woke up and he tried to sit up, taking the towel off of his face. Before he got up he heard, Karen say, "I guess we should tell him now."

"Yes, its time" he heard Brynn say. 

"Brynn?" he asked as his mind raced. "Yes darling, its me Brynn/Selene whatever you want to call me. Just relax and let me finish what I started. It's OK. It is not cheating, I am here and it is OK." she whispered into his ear. He relaxed in spite of himself and quickly was back to the moment. 

He felt the warm oil being poured down the length of his cock and gasped slightly as it touched his sensitive balls and slid down the crack of his ass. Hands caressed his thighs, and gently spread his lags apart for better access. His legs were guided up onto pillows beside him and his whole genital area was now widely exposed. 

The massage continued. Hands rubbed his cock and balls and his ass as he began to moan softly at each touch. He heard a slight humming sound an instant before the tingling vibrations rubbed over him. He felt himself getting even harder and felt the climax beginning to build. 

"Not yet, my love" Brynn whispered as she skillfully clamped the base of his cock and held it there while the feelings began to subside. He felt hot breath as his toes were quickly sucked again and again he moaned. Soon he felt a tongue lapping at the base of his balls and up the length of his shaft. He moaned when it reached the tip and Brynn sucked him into her mouth. Her hands rubbed his balls in time to her mouth sucking him as he felt that feeling rise up again, more quickly this time. Once again she clamped the base of his cock and waited for the throbbing to subside before continuing. He lost track of time, new sensations filled him as she sucked and licked him hungrily while other hands rubbed his legs ass and feet. The fire began to build deep inside him as those hands found his ass and touched the rim of his opening. He gasped as a well oiled finger slipped inside. Now she was clamping him off every minute or so as he got more and more excited. The finger in his ass was replaced quickly by something small and hard. It slipped quietly in his ass and moved directly towards its target. He gasped in surprise when it found its mark. A drop of cum oozed out of him and Brynn quickly lapped it up as she clamped him off at the base again to keep him from cumming. This time she held it there while she sucked him into her mouth and moved her other hand up and down his shaft. He almost forgot about the object resting against his prostate, edging him towards a climax that would soon take over his body. The object began to vibrate and he jumped as fire shot through his loins and filled his balls. He moaned loudly and began to thrash a little as the vibrations were coupled with thrusting forcing the man juice directly from its source. It built so suddenly and so strong that he was unable to stand it as Brynn began pumping him with both hands. Another hand massaged his balls while a fourth operated the device buried in his ass. It built stronger and stronger as it rushed up from inside him and he heard himself moaning/screaming in ecstasy. Brynn was unprepared for the amount that came rushing out of him, she took a mouthful and moved her head to breath. Karen caught a spurt in the air and quickly took over the task of sucking every last drop from his cock. She began but could not keep up as he pumped more and more until it began to overflow her mouth. She backed off to swallow and breath while Brynn took over gain. They tag teamed the task until his orgasm finally subsided. The thrashing stopped and he was so spent he could not protest as they continued to gently suck and rub his now too sensitive cock and balls. 

When he awoke, they told him the story. Karen had convinced Brynn that what John really wanted for his birthday was a blow job. She agreed to teach Brynn how to do it. They both felt that John was becoming increasingly vulnerable to straying because of his obsession with receiving oral sex and Brynn's reluctance to do it. The Viagra had been Karen's idea. It would help him to get more excited and be more willing to allow the game to go far enough for the real surprise. The make-up and wig with the help of a wonder bra had disguised Brynn but they knew he voice would give her away. That is why they came up with the deaf trick. A real masseuse had been teaching them both massage and helped in the beginning to get him totally relaxed. 

John laughed at their ingenuity and realized he never really had a chance. 

**********************

Please send comments to the email address in my profile, I'm a new author and would love to hear some feedback.



The Gift



Valentine's day is her day and I always try to make it special. For years now, I've prepared all of her favorite foods, lobster, king crab legs and Mrs. Fields cookies her after dinner sweets. The after dinner treats are for me. Once the kids were in bed and we finished our bottle of wine, my wife made her way to our bedroom. Eventually she went into the walk in closet and saw that I had the Love Swing hanging in its special place and had all of our sex toys next to the swing. My wife's eyes gleamed as she headed for a quick shower to prepare her for the night ahead. 

When finished I carried her to the swing and helped her into a reclining position with her pussy spread wide precisely at the height of my mouth when I was on my knees. I was delighted to see that she had removed almost all of her pubic hair and there would be no obstacles in my way this evening. I began with a sensuous and slow full body massage devoting tremendous time to her whole body with the exception of her tits, pussy, and ass. I would mix in long sensuous kisses and alternate delivering the massage with my hands and tongue. My wife was relaxed and totally enjoying the attention. 

Eventually, I sucked a nipple in my mouth and ran my hand dangerously close to her pussy lips. Sighs of enjoyment filled the air and I felt her pushing her pussy to meet my hand. I avoided direct contact and moved to the other nipple and other thigh. I continued the teasing and skated my hand around her asshole. Another sigh of enjoyment informed me that my wife was enjoying her Valentine's day. I then began to tongue my way around her pussy. Down one thigh, up the other, across the navel and down again. I paused to blow on her open pussy and marveled at the sight. Her pussy lips and clit were swollen and begging for attention as her wetness was coating the entire area. My cock grew even harder and I moved in for the kill. 

My first target was her pristine asshole. I began a slow and probing assault on her ass and increased the tempo to meet her moans. I was tonguing her backdoor with reckless abandon when I forced myself to stop before she reached an orgasm. I tongued my way upward and sucked both pussy lips into my mouth at the same time. I sucked very hard and then as I released the pressure I let my tongue cover her left pussy lip. I then moved slowly to the right lip and paused at the bottom. Next, I pushed my entire tongue out and very slowly began the climb up the middle of her slit. My foreplay had paid off as I was treated to a large serving of her nectar. I feared that her moan might wake the children and felt her hands on the top of my head in an attempt to capture my tongue until it finished the task. 

I flickered her clit and then started the slow, sweet journey back down. I repeated that trip five more times and at the end of the last trip, I slowly started to tongue her very moist, and very receptive love hole. I was making love to her pussy and was overwhelmed with the intense feelings of love I had for her and for that awesome pussy that I simply could not get enough of. Eating my wife's pussy was absolutely the most satisfying part of my life. It felt as if my tongue was disappearing into her pussy and reaching up and touching her heart. Our eyes were locked and there was an intense feeling of love, lust and desire as she allowed me to worship her most treasured place and permitted me to drink the nectar of her love. As my tongue flicked in and out, my upper lip grabbed her clit and sucked it in. Several moans and several minutes later I returned to devouring her love button. I again brought her to the brink of orgasm and, to her dismay, I again stopped. 

I stood up moved away and paused to give her a kiss. I then grabbed the bottle of astroglide and coated my hand and her pussy. For the next ten minutes, my wife was treated to a slippery hand assault that included rapid fingers over her clit, long slow strokes with the entire palm of my hand up and down her slit and lips, multi finger insertions with slow stroking followed by two fingers up her tight ass. The look of desire in her eyes was overpowering and made my belly tickle. I again paused just before orgasm and I had to hold back her own hands to prevent her from bringing herself to climax. I then grabbed the "monster." 

First, a little about my wife. She's 36 and despite two children still has an amazing body. Not an ounce of fat on her petite 5'4" frame that sports the world's greatest ass and, as you've learned, a very electric pussy. She is a beautiful blonde haired, green-eyed girl who still gets the attention of all our male friends. The monster is a dildo that we purchased after my wife saw it in a video and expressed a desire to try it. When it arrived, we were surprised to see just how big the "life-like" cock really was. We had tried the cock on a few occasions but never had must success. My wife had managed the girth that was as big around as her hand but just couldn't take much of the length. Her lengthiest insertion was probably 2.5 inches and we enjoyed the toy but it never brought about a climax. When I reached for the monster, my wife had a determined look on her face and she asked me to shut off the lights. 

Little did she know that I had no intention of inserting the monster. I dimmed the lights and then applied a generous coating of astroglide to the monster. I re-lubed her pussy and introduced the monster. I pushed the enormous head against her pussy and then ran the cock its entire 10" up her pussy. The girth of the cock easily covered her slit and lips. The lube was working great and the dick was gliding with ease across her clit and pussy lips. I heard a very deep and distinct moan and realized that we had found a legitimate purpose for the oversized cock. My wife loved the feel and I kept a rhythmic motion up and down her slit, alternating the pressure that I was applying to her love trap. She loved the feeling and began to work the swing so that her movements coincided with the movements of the cock. My wife and the oversized cock danced for several minutes and I once again stopped before she reached orgasm. I placed the cock on her belly and headed for more toys. 

My wife had other ideas, however, and she grabbed my rock hard cock and stuffed me in her mouth. Her desires had taken over and she was like a caged lion as she swallowed my rod. She kept her tongue on the sensitive underside of my cock and provided constant tongue movement to my most sensitive spot. At the same time, she applied an expert sucking technique that launched me into another atmosphere. Just when I thought life couldn't get any better I saw my wife grab the oversized cock with both hands and manipulate it toward her pussy. Several runs up and down her pussy and her moans returned. Without missing a single tongue stroke on my cock, my wife eased the cock into her pussy. My belly tickled again as I saw three then four then five then six inches get swallowed by her hungry hole. 

We were now beyond love and into animal satisfaction. Desire, sex, fulfillment were the only goals now. I moaned loudly to signal to my wife that I was very turned on by the show. She rewarded me by picking up the pace and the monster began to disappear and reappear at a lightning pace. I encouraged my wife and asked her to take that strange cock deep in her pussy. I encouraged her to fuck that strange man with the huge cock, to let herself enjoy a fucking by the biggest cock she had ever seen. My wife obviously enjoyed the encouragement as she increased the pounding between her legs and displayed her real talent by adding additional attention to the cock in her mouth. I continued to coach her in her efforts to fuck a huge strange cock and my only regret was that the cock was made out of silicon instead of attached to a body. My wife deserves orgasms beyond description and I wanted to provide them to her at any price. 

The sight overwhelmed me and my cock began to twitch as a prelude to my orgasm. My lovely wife responded by ramming home the monster cock to a point where at least eight inches was disappearing and her tongue action increased. I started to shoot my cum down her throat while watching that magical, fantasy cock disappear into her pussy. My wife started to cum with me and had a huge orgasm, moaning as she swallowed my cum. We both paused, spent from huge orgasms as my wife worked the monster from her pussy. She slowly handed the monster to me so that I could be the one to enjoy the nectar that the monster had milked from her hole. As I licked her cum from that cock all I could say was, "Happy Valentine's day, I really love you."



The Gift



I had been in your service for only a few months when you decided you wanted a permanent marking of some kind to denote me as yours when I was in the company of others. You considered your decision completely knowing full well the decision you made would effect me forever. That is the beauty of a master/slave relationship. It is more than a possession. It is an obsession of love, trust, and intimacy. A slave must be willing to be obsessed by another. The master must be willing to obsess another, taking full responsibility for both parties actions. 

You decided that you would present me with a few choices as you respected my judgment despite my position as your slave. You told me to get ready to go out, making sure to wear only the things you laid out for me. I willing obliged your request and dressed myself in the black stockings and garter. The sleek black dress fit me well. The long black, silk gloves fit easily over my hands and forearm. The pearls and earrings set off by a large sapphire finished the look. 

As I walked down the stairs you were talking with your business partners. You all stopped at once as I approached. You reached out and took my hand kissing it. I smiled in return. I obediently waited as you finished discussing business. As you ushered them out the door you pointed towards the garage door. I followed you to the car. It was a black Mercedes 500. You opened the door for me. Anticipation was getting the best of me, as I had no idea what you had in store for me tonight. 

As we pulled out of the garage, you gently eased the car down the driveway. This was my first trip out since my arrival. The beauty of the landscape awed me, adding to my growing love for you. As your slave I eagerly sought to please your every whim. When I failed you punished me appropriately but never severely. Fortunately I had never done anything to truly anger you. I had seen your anger and did not wish it upon myself. I watched in shock the night the maid dropped your crystal vase. You immediately ordered her to strip. When she refused you ordered the attendants in to strip her, then proceed to whip every square inch of her flesh. I found myself fascinated by the way you struck her. The flow of the whip, the sound it made as it contacted her flesh. The red welts rising with each new stroke. I felt her pain and humiliation. But as masters go, you are not cruel, you did not cast her out of your home. Instead you offered her the chance to repay her mistake. She agreed to your terms of daily whippings for a week in exchange of keeping her job and living quarters. What a price to pay for a simple mistake. 

We pulled into what appeared to be a small industrial park. You parked the car and told me that we were making a brief stop before dinner. You opened my door and we proceeded inside the building. The lights were dim but inside I could hear various forms of whimpering and discussion. Immediately my instincts took over. This was not just a night on the town. You obviously had something in mind for me. I looked at you with pleading eyes. You smiled gently and told me not to worry. 

A door opened before us. Inside there were many different types of tables and apparatuses. At each station there were attendants waiting. We approached an office and were invited to sit down. 

‘Now then Marcus, you are sure that you have what we need?” you asked. “Of course, it is merely up to you to decide which one it will be.”

You turned to look at me. “Remove your clothes”. I looked at you, shocked at the thought of disrobing in front of this stranger. The lesson of the maid came to mind and I quickly did as you said. “You may leave on the garter and stockings, nothing else.” You ordered me to turn and walk around. I felt so self-conscious as I did so. The markings of my weekly accounting still fresh from last night. 

“Very nice” Marcus replied. “I think we can narrow it down to branding or piercing” you turned to me.

“Which would you prefer my dear?”

The thoughts ran thru my head. I wanted desperately to run from this place. But I knew what would happen if I did. In an effort to please you I decided on both, as this was the only way I could truly prove my love and devotion to you.

“May I have permission to speak?” “Yes, of course my dear “ “I wish to have both.” The words flooded my ears. I almost wished I hadn’t said it. You had this look of pleasant surprise. “You don’t have to have both.” “But I want to please you” I said as I dropped to my knees and placed my head on your lap. You stroked my cheek and smiled intently at me.

“If that is what your wish, Marcus will you proceed?”

I was escorted to what appeared to be an examining table with stirrups. With assistance my legs were spread wide and tied to the stirrups. My arms were then pulled above my head and cuffed to the head of the table. You watched as my skin was prepped. The alcohol was cool on my nipples making them stand up. The panic started to grip me as I realized what was about to happen. Marcus approached me with a hook shaped needle and firmly grabbed my left nipple. He twisted it hard, watching the color disappear. Before the blood could flow back in, he inserted the needle thru and fastened the nipple ring as the circular needle came around. I gasped at the sharp stinging pain. Marcus blotted a small drop of blood away. He pulled on the ring gently to insure that it was secure. I winced again at the resurging sting. He repeated the same procedure with my right nipple, and then you walked over and inspected his work.

“Very nice,” you commented. I tried to smile as the tears formed in my eyes. While this was painful, I wasn't sure if the tears came from only the pain or from my love for you and my eager devotion to your happiness. 

Marcus went around between my legs. I felt him spread my lips apart, pulling at my clit. As he rubbed it gently, I could feel my blood engorging my hood. Wetness forming below it. He applied the alcohol and proceeded as he did with my nipples, pinching my clit hard, he inserted the needle and fastened the ring. He pulled it, this time more firmly than he had with my nipples. I let a cry out. Marcus smiled a deviant smile. You ran your finger over my breasts touching the rings. A tingling sensation flooded thru me. 

Then one of the attendants came over from the wall where a small furnace was. He approached carrying a long metal stick with something red on the end. As my brain processed this, the attendants firmly grabbed my legs and held them. Marcus applied the brand to both sides of my inner thighs just beside my cunt. This time I screamed out in pain. You looked down at me, with no expression on your face. The fire burning between my legs was only surpassed by the arousal I felt. 

They released me from the table and the attendants handed me my clothes to put back on. Painstakingly I dressed. Each touch of fabric, setting fire to my thighs, my sex, my breasts. We went to dinner and out dancing. I did my best not to let you see how uncomfortable I was. When we returned home you ordered me to your room. I instinctively undressed and awaited you. As you walked in I lay back on the bed and spread my legs for you. You inspected the brands and rings. I noted your pleasure and your arousal. You lowered yourself to my breast and licked gently at the nipple. I writhed below you and the wetness returned. Slowly you slid your hand done to my cunt. You stroked the sides and spread my moisture across the lips. You flicked the ring on my clit as you mounted me. As you pushed in I could feel the new sensation of your pressure combined with your strokes in and out of me. This heightened awareness forced me over the edge too soon. Normally this would be forbidden but given my performance this evening you felt I was entitled to a little pleasure for all that I had given to you.



The Gift



I had never seen the city of New Orleans.  The heat, the sensuous atmosphere, the vibrant colour – they all enticed me in ways I couldn’t fully understand. As I leaned back in the stiff airplane seat, I sighed, not yet realizing that I was on my way to finally visit the most pulsing centre I could imagine.

I live in New York, and the winter in New York had really eaten me up. I was tired, and worse than that, I was bored. Really! I mean, it is possible to be bored in the city that never sleeps. My fatigue had reached a point where it began to interfere with my liberal arts classes at Georgetown, and my doctor recommended I take a vacation over the summer to awaken my senses. Seizing the opportunity, I invited a friend of mine to join me. Unfortunately, she backed out at the last minute. But I was determined. I was going to spend the summer in New Orleans.

“Dixie, I wish you’d wait until you had someone to go with you,” my mother lamented. “You’re only twenty years old. I don’t want you so far away, especially alone.”

Realizing I barely had the energy to argue with her, my mother shook her head and threw her hands in the air. “Well, for heaven’s sake, at least get a hold of your grandmother’s people in Metairie,” she said. “If you get tired of hotels you can at least stay with your Aunt Lauren.”

I was sure I wouldn’t get tired of hotels. I was booked to spend two months at the beautiful Pontchartrain and I wouldn’t be wanting.

Settling back in my seat, I heard the in-flight announcement that we’d be landing at the airport in thirty minutes. “A half-hour,” I thought. I felt a brief tingling in my fingertips and felt my nipples harden slightly. I was momentarily and mildly shocked, as I hadn’t had any interest in sex all winter and now I felt the familiar urges of desire. “The city’s woken me up and I haven’t even arrived yet,” I whispered.

My need was overwhelming. I reached up under the thin disguise of an airline blanket and pinched my hardening nipple, rolling it gently between my forefinger and thumb, biting my lip to keep from moaning. I felt warmth between my legs and felt my sex open, my legs spreading slightly. Sliding my hand downward, I brushed a finger between my thighs, barely touching the light pants I wore. The shock was electric. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped that no one was watching my silent orgasm. “The first one in months,” I thought. I hadn’t been with a man since my last boyfriend left me. “Dixie, you just aren’t yourself,” he said. “You never want to have sex. You don’t even want to get out of bed. I can’t deal with this anymore.” I didn’t even say goodbye. The truth was, I was glad to see Jack go. He wasn’t sexually satisfying – most of the time I had to finish myself after he rolled over to sleep. But he loved to spend money. He invited people over to my penthouse suite even while I lay in bed, he ‘borrowed’ thousands to buy designer clothes. He didn’t tell me so, but I knew there was another woman. He had bought her expensive gifts with my money, and he had brought her back to my penthouse and had sex with her on my couch. I knew. People can hide their words, but they can’t hide their thoughts. Jack was especially susceptible to my telepathy. He was too naVve.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a man looking at me. He was sitting a couple of seats ahead of me, to my right, and he was incredibly attractive. He looked me square in the eyes, enough to fluster me a little bit. I couldn’t read his thoughts, which struck me as strange. “Maybe it’s just the hangover of the orgasm,” I thought. I was sometimes a little weaker after sex.

As I stepped out of the airport, the New Orleans heat went over me like a rolling wave. “Here you are, Miss St. Clair, ma’am.” A middle-aged man was standing in front of me and smiling. “Your bags are already in the trunk.” He pointed to a silver Mercedes sedan, my rental. “There’s a bellboy at the Pontchartrain to bring them up for you.” His slight accent thrilled me. I smiled softly and thanked him. He cleared his throat. “You know, Miss St. Clair, a lady like you would do well not to travel alone at night in this city. I mean, after all, New Orleans isn’t the Midwest.” He chuckled to himself. “And with your… body… you might end up in some trouble.” The poor man was uncomfortable, didn’t like talking to me about my body! How polite these people were compared to New Yorkers.

“Certainly,” I smiled. “I don’t plan on being out much at night anyway.” He couldn’t possibly know I had a sixth sense that prevented me from getting into harm.

I could understand his concern. Jack had said as much after I had come home at two in the morning from walking around inner Manhattan. “Dix, you’re going to get raped. You’re too small to walk around at night like that.” At five foot two, I had very petite bones and a delicate build. My breasts were soft and full, but I had a tiny waist and small hips. After sex, my long, glossy brown hair tousled and my lips flushed pink, he’d often joke that it felt like he was sleeping with a fifteen year old. “No one could guess you’re twenty,” he said.

I was unconcerned. I could sense danger from unbelievable distances. My large blue eyes could detect movement almost before it happened. But I understood why others worried. The gentleman smiled at me and opened the door to the sleek silver car. I got inside, briefly admiring the scent of the soft black leather, and shifted the car into drive.



I arrived at the Pontchartrain at dusk, and after seeing my bags deposited in my suite I elected to eat dinner on the patio. I was overwhelmed by the sensuality of this city; the muffled Southern voices, the heavy trees, and the perfume of the flowers. Things lived here that can’t be alive anywhere else. I longed to wander around the French Quarter but I was really exhausted by the long flight. After writing a few notes in my travel journal I left a handsome tip for my waiter and retired upstairs.

I slipped into my nightgown, a long blush pink satin slip Jack had bought for me after he had spent fifteen hundred dollars on a weekend getaway without me. When we broke up I kept the gown, loving the feeling of the satin on my nipples, the lightness of the thin straps on my shoulders. Even with the air conditioning, the damp heat would prevent heavy sleepwear. I was thankful I had kept the slip, although it was associated with so many memories. I would need it in this strange and alien city.

Suddenly delighted with my solitude, I smiled excitedly. I had an almost overwhelming urge to jump up and down and clap my hands. I was in New Orleans! The most beautiful and fascinating city in the world. I was in the process of deciding whether to open the bottle of champagne and toast myself, or go sensibly to bed and to sleep, when there was a light knock at the door.

Upon answering it, I saw a man. This wasn’t just any man, however; this was the man from the plane. After looking more closely at him, I realized he was around thirty, with black hair and eyes equally as dark, and he looked as if he might be of Creole descent. I felt the embarrassment of this man having seen me orgasm, as well as suspicion with a slight tinge of fear.

He spoke first. “I’m sorry, honey, I’m looking for a Miss St. Clair.” His smile intoxicated me.

“That’s me,” I said confusedly and a little thickly. “What is the matter? Why have you followed me?”

“Oh, nothing’s the matter, sweetheart,” he said. His voice was melodious, like all New Orleans voices. It distracted me a little from what he was saying. “You might say I’m keeping an eye on you.”

I bristled with anger, allowing the door to open wide, despite the fact that I wore nothing except my nightgown. “Who sent you?” I demanded, while trying again unsuccessfully to read his thoughts.

“There’s no need for that,” he said firmly. He wasn’t referring to my question. He knew I was trying to read his mind!

“Who are you?” I said, my voice small. “Who sent you here?”

He ignored my questions and brushed past me into the small parlour of the suite, arousing my curiosity and my nipples simultaneously.

“There are many things I need to tell you, Dixie,” he said slowly.

“I need to know who sent you, or you can be sure I will call the hotel authorities,” I replied.

“Come now, Dixie,” the man said mildly. “We both know you aren’t really going to do that.”

It shocked me again to have him read my mind. It was getting dark and the man reached out and lit a lamp. “Sit down, sweetheart,” he said.

I closed the door and cautiously made my way to the chair across from him. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a package. “Cigarette?” he asked.

“I don’t smoke,” I replied, then accepted. He lit a silver lighter and leaned the flame toward me.

After he took a deep drag, he began. “I was sent by your grandmother. Do you know your grandmother?”

“Vaguely. I was named for her, and she was named Dixie because her mother loved the Dixieland bands of the twenties.”

“Yes,” he replied. “Do you know your history?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking… my parents met in New York. My father moved there from Louisiana… he said he couldn’t stand the heat anymore. He’s a corporate lawyer. My grandmother didn’t want him to leave… he named me for her to appease her. They’ve travelled extensively but they’ve never come back South.”

“You’re right that your grandmother didn’t want him to leave. She said he could move to Tibet and he’d still never escape his history.”

“I’ve never heard that,” I whispered, my lips dry. “What history?”

“You’ve always known you were… different… didn’t you, Dixie?”



It was dark now, and the crickets were singing. Crickets, in a city! I could feel the heat die down now from the open window, began to feel a chill in the slight breeze. Goosebumps arose on my body and I abruptly got up and put on a soft terry robe.

“Okay, I’m ready to listen,” I said. I felt an unshakeable trust in this mysterious man, a man sexier and more attractive than any man I’d ever known.

“Your great-grandmother was Genevieve… did you ever know her?”

“No,” I whispered. I’d never even heard her name.

“Genevieve had the gift. She was born in 1889, one minute before midnight on December thirty-first. She had the ability to see things. In Europe they would have called her a gypsy, a fortune-teller. But she had it. Your grandmother had it too, and she too was strong. Genevieve married her second cousin, Remy. Of course, they all married to keep the gift strong in the children. Remy had the gift too, but he was much weaker than Genevieve. She was really something.”

“You sound like you knew her,” I said accusingly, not caring that I interrupted.

“Do I?” he asked. “I apologize. It’s just that your grandmother has talked to me about her so often.

“Anyway, Genevieve and Remy had a baby, a girl. Your grandmother. Genevieve said that she wanted to name the baby girl Dixie Anne, to sound like Dixieland. Your great-grandfather Remy was by this time a gentlemanly drunk. He drank French wine continuously. Dixie grew up and her marriage was arranged as soon as she showed signs of the gift. By this time, of course, Genevieve had made a fortune with various lucrative deals – using her vision to guide her and making her husband sign the deals whenever he was sober. In those days, the women simply couldn’t own things themselves, of course. Her money would have gone to Dixie by default, because she was unable to have any more children. But she loved Dixie and was happy to sign everything over to her – as long as she never denied her gift and married as arranged.

“Dixie married her cousin Louis… of course, even in the forties such marriages were rarely questioned by the state of Louisiana. She gave birth to your aunt, Lauren, who never had the gift, and who secretly disappointed your grandmother more than she would admit. She was suspicious that Louis was exaggerating his gift, and she secretly took a lover, her cousin Armand… your grandfather. By him your father was conceived… the strongest seer the family had ever produced. Your grandmother was delighted. She strongly favoured your father over Lauren, and had made it known that all of her money was bequeathed to him, on the same conditions set by Genevieve, of course. Dixie had picked out a wife for your father… his fourth-cousin Yvette… and had made her will… and then your father decided to ignore it all and move to New York. Your grandmother was devastated. Of course, you know the rest of the story. I wish I could tell you more… before Genevieve… but there is no time. Now I need you to tell me about yourself… your grandmother is depending on you.”

“I… don’t know what to say,” I said dazedly. “I mean, I thought I was crazy…”

“You’re not crazy, sweetheart,” the man said, laughing softly. “You’re in New Orleans! The city of secrets.”

“Before I tell you… who are you?” I whispered.

“Not yet, love,” he said. “You’ll discover me later.”

I tried to protest, but he had stood up and was slipping off my robe. I suddenly realized my body was aching with lust, lust for him, yes, and lust for this sexually pulsing city. I moaned softly, felt him lift the hair off my neck, felt him kiss me. Felt his lips on my neck, his fingers massaging the satin over my nipples. I couldn’t resist as he lifted me gently and carried me to my bedroom, all the while covering my damp skin with his soft kisses. “Who is this man?” I thought. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

The man laid me gently on the bed and kissed my ankles, calves, knees. The satin was slipping upward, exposing the dampness between my thighs. I was moaning softly, his deft fingers were touching me in places it felt like had never been touched before.

“Dixie…” he whispered, but it was no more than a caress, a touch as soft as his kiss. I arched my back and allowed him to remove my satin gown, enjoying the incredible love and attention I got from this man I didn’t know. Our bodies, naked, pressed together for an instant before he slid deep into me.

The sex was amazing, passionate. The man pushed into me roughly, causing me to cry out, to scream. “Fuck,” I whispered softly, my eyes closing.  I had never felt so beautiful, so loved. The man was attentive; he was firm and gentle in the same touch. He lifted my legs so that he could reach the deepest parts of me. I could feel my clit throbbing, begging for attention, and he, reading my mind, gently massaged it, never slowing his pace. He placed his hand under my neck, drawing my body closer to his, melting me into his arms. I shuddered in orgasm, cried out. I felt him explode inside me… felt him pull away. He covered my breasts with kisses even after it was over, told me how beautiful I was… until I fell asleep, cradled in his arms.



When I woke, he was gone. My stomach turning at the thought, I realized we hadn’t used any protection at all. Mildly worried over this, I was angry with the man for leaving, angry with myself for being so defenceless. I called room service and asked them to bring up a light breakfast and some café au lait, and stepped into the shower.

When I got out, I noticed a small paper on the table beside the bed. Picking it up, I opened the fold.

“Dixie –“ it read. “Had to leave. Didn’t want to disturb your beautiful sleep. DON’T LEAVE your room today, I’ll be back later to explain.” It wasn’t signed.

“Damn him,” I whispered. I was going to the Garden District today to see the old homes, whether he liked it or not. I blow dried my hair to its soft glossy shine, and slipped on a soft yellow blouse and print skirt with sandals. “If you want me that badly, you’ll wait,” I said aloud to no one. I wasn’t waiting around for any mysterious lover.

I reached the Garden District before noon, but the heat was already stifling. The trees hung overhead, touching in the centre of the street, creating a beautiful sun-flecked canopy. I walked slowly on account of the overpowering heat, marvelling at this decrepit mansion or that wild flower garden. After about an hour of wandering, I reached a wooden bench and sat down, glad for the break.

Suddenly I was grabbed from behind. Whoever had grabbed me slapped a hand around my mouth and dragged me toward a parked car I hadn’t noticed, a sleek black sedan. “How did I not sense danger?” I thought wildly. “What is going to happen to me?”

I was tossed into the black car, and I turned my head to see my attacker. It was the man, my mysterious lover! “What is going on?” I sobbed breathlessly. “Who are you, anyway? Why do you keep following me?”

“I told you I would explain that, Miss St. Clair,” he said coldly, refusing to look at me. The driver ignored us both. “I also said you should not leave your room today,” he said pointedly. “I take it you received my note? And you ignored it.”

“I didn’t see your note,” I lied.

“I wouldn’t lie to me, Miss St. Clair,” my companion said blandly. “I’d also advise you never to ignore me again. I am only following your grandmother’s instructions, my dear,” he said more gently, reaching out to touch my hand.

I snatched my hand away. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere private, my love,” he whispered. My body surged with lust in spite of myself.

“I don’t want to be alone with you,” I said, but I wasn’t even convincing myself.

The car stopped in front of a glittering glass building downtown, and the man took my hand, leading me inside. 

“And what if I started screaming?” I asked in a low voice as we passed security and staff personnel.

“These people are paid to heed me,” was all he said, but I knew he wasn’t lying. If I tried to run, these people would only help him. I felt defenceless, and I felt incredible desire. I needed this man inside me again. I wanted him to make me moan with pleasure. I felt my panties getting damp and tried to push the thoughts out of my head. I saw him give me a sideways glance.

“Not yet, darling,” he whispered as the elevator doors closed behind us. “We still have much to talk about.”



The suite was on the eighteenth floor, beautifully furnished in a modern style. “Is this where you live?” I asked timidly.

“No, just a place,” he answered.

He took off his light jacket and gestured for me to take a seat at a small table. He placed an ashtray between us and lit a cigarette, passing me the package. “I don’t smoke,” I said, and then took one.

He lit the cigarette for me. “Alright, Dixie St. Clair,” he said with a soft smile. “Tell me about yourself. How is the gift in the child of a legitimate marriage?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I whispered.

“Fine. It is unnecessary, you realize. We have had people watching you your whole life, people you couldn’t detect with your fine-tuned sixth sense. We were paid, of course, by your grandmother. She was concerned the gift would die with your father. She wishes to prevent that.”

“How?” I asked.

“Well, let me explain what we know about you first, shall I?” The man was undressing me with his eyes, I could tell. “You were born in early 1982 to Jean St. Clair and his wife Carolyn. Your mother belonged to a socially elite class, but never had any formal education. She also, from extensive research, appears to have no special gifts. Your father, on the other hand, is very strong, and uses his gifts often in his work, perhaps without even knowing.” He stopped to take a drag of his cigarette. “Well, you were a quiet child, inheriting your mother’s tiny build and your father’s hair and eyes. It was up to us to determine whether you had inherited the gift. At a young age, you were capable of solving social problems well beyond your years. Your teachers called you the most compassionate child they had ever met. By age thirteen you were developed physically, and this worried your mother, who believed you’d be attacked during your rather dangerous outings after dark.” He looked at me slyly. “It’s a good thing she didn’t know about Nick.”




The Gift



I gave a start. I hadn’t told anyone about Nick. He was ten years old than me. I was fifteen. He believed I was a very young-looking twenty-one. I had made love to Nick many times in his apartment. He was very amused by me and by my disregard for danger, how I’d show up at midnight having walked to his loft. I met him in a creative writing class and I was incredibly turned on by his blond hair and cheerful grin… I felt incredible desire for him. Nick liked it rough, no gentle sex with him. It was wild and sweaty and sexy and beautiful… and I had my first orgasm with Nick. But he was my secret, my naughty private life. He moved on to another woman, not breaking my heart. After all, I was only sixteen when we broke up. I had plenty of life ahead of me.

“Go on,” I said, pressing my lips together. This man had really captured my attention now… he knew every detail of my life.

“Well, soon enough you went to Georgetown and moved into a penthouse apartment. You had a lover named Jack. He spent your money, slept with other women behind your back. But you knew that, didn’t you Dixie? We couldn’t understand why you stayed with him. But he made your father happy, that’s why. Your father wanted you to marry Jack, didn’t he? So you wouldn’t come South. But then you got sick, and you felt New Orleans in your blood. We paid your friend an exorbitant sum not to come with you. We created false claims against corporations to keep your father busy so he couldn’t prevent you.”

“But why do you want me?” I whispered. My head was swimming. “Why does my grandmother want me?”

“She didn’t want you and your gift lost, my dear,” the man whispered, walking over to kneel in front of me. “She feared your father would drive it out of you, and she did what she could to prevent that.” He unbuttoned the front of my blouse, but I was already lost in a sea of my desire for him. I reached down and cupped his groin. I stood and allowed him to continue undressing me. 

It was just as heady and beautiful and warm as the first time. His cock slid into me roughly, he didn’t care whether he hurt me. And of course our minds became one. I knew just how hard to twist his nipples, just how long he wanted to kiss. And he knew when I needed to come, and he made me come like I had never come before. He rubbed my clit furiously as I moaned incoherently. I was completely intoxicated by this man, a man whose name I didn’t know. He was gentle and strong, like New Orleans rain. And when it was over again, when he had come again, and we were exhausted, flushed, and in each other’s arms, he whispered the same words to me. “You’re beautiful, Dixie St. Clair. Just perfectly beautiful.” His voice was soft and gentle and so incredibly smooth. I fell asleep beside the warmth of his body.

When I awoke, I was uncertain of the time. I looked out of the floor-length glass windows and ascertained that it must be close to midnight. The New Orleans lights were maddening; I wanted so badly to explore the city that I had come to see. Only a few candles lighted the room. And again, as before, the man was gone. I knew he would be gone, knew he would leave me again. And how long would I be his prisoner here? For certainly he didn’t mean to let me leave, and I was unable to flee with his staff and security surrounding me. How would he explain my disappearance to the hotel staff at the Pontchartrain? Or would they even ask? I suddenly became aware of my very precarious position, and all with a man whose name I had not been able to find out.

I realized that I was very thirsty, and rather hungry. My breakfast at the hotel seemed days ago. Almost instantly, the man reappeared with a bottle of chilled champagne and a meal tray. I uncovered the dinner and saw true New Orleans fare: jambalaya pasta and jumbo shrimp, Cajun spice. I was entranced, but too hungry to marvel. I devoured the meal and drank the champagne until I was dizzy. During this time, my strange companion never spoke a word.

“Why do you keep me here?” I asked wearily when I had finished and the tray had been removed. I realized the futility of the question, but I wanted to see if I could make him answer me differently, reveal a little more information.

“You know, beautiful one,” he said with a slight smile. “You only have to think about it a little longer. Until you understand it, unfortunately, I am unable to let you leave. You realize I am under strict orders.”

“Yes, I know,” I said softly. “But I wish you could tell me who you are.”

“If it is a name you wish, I can provide you with a name.”

“But will it be your name?” I asked.

“No, just a name,” he replied. “I am unable to give you any further information until you come to understand your situation a little better.”

I took a deep drink of the champagne and watched as he stood and produced another bottle, chilled to perfection. I sighed deeply, realizing that this prison was a torture cell, in its own strange way. It provided me with the very weapons with which I could not think coherently: the food, the champagne. I was getting delirious, and I was unable to produce a clear thought.

“You have told me many things,” I whispered to the man as he watched me intently.

“Yes.” He replied with no pride, only a quiet resonance.

“Tell me how I can come to understand these things,” I whispered.

“Think deeply, sweetheart,” he said. “I can’t give you the tools to make this task easier. I can empathize with you, but I can’t make it easier.”

I walked to the bed and lay down, realizing quite suddenly that I was still naked and that I didn’t care. I fell again into a light and uncomfortable sleep.



It remained that way for almost two weeks – two weeks in which I had no contact with anyone except the man. We ate and drank and made love together, often going several hours without speaking. He told me stories about my grandmother’s youth, stories she had passed to him. I longed to go outside, and began to think of escape. But as soon as the thought reached my head I knew it reached his as well. He was far more capable of blocking me than I was of escaping.

“How are you explaining this to my parents?” I asked on what I had determined to be my tenth day in this prison. “Surely they have contacted the hotel by now. Probably the police are even looking for me.”

“On the contrary,” the man replied. “Your grandmother sent word that you had come to her rather quickly and were busy having fun with your cousins, your Aunt Lauren’s children. This was more satisfactory to your parents than your travels alone and they have asked no questions. When they call, we tell them that you are out on some expedition with Lauren or Dixie and they are happy to accept that explanation.”

I burned with resentment. But still I knew that this knowledge gave me a little hope. Obviously they could not carry on this deception forever. I would eventually be released. But if they meant to release me, what was the purpose in being here at all? My mind was going in circles.

On the twelfth day of seclusion I realized something. The man and I had made love a minimum of twenty times, during which neither of us used any form of protection. A sickening feeling passed over me as I realized why I was being kept here. My knees buckled from beneath me and I let a low moan escape my lips. Hearing my voice, the man came from behind a closed door.

“Ah, so you now understand, sweetheart,” the man said softly. “I’m sorry to have deceived you, truly I am.”

“Take me to my grandmother,” I pleaded piteously. “I have to go to her now.”

“I will, dear,” he said softly, his eyes looking down at me tenderly. “But first we have to make sure… you know… I need you to take a test.”

I was sobbing now, and I felt sick. I took the test kit from him despairingly and left him to go to the bathroom. I realized I was still naked and I wished intensely that I had a robe or something to cover myself up. But I had to find a way to escape from here, a way to somehow get my old life back. I suddenly felt like that would never happen.



We glided along in a dark car, not the same sedan as the one that had brought me to the prison. I refused to speak to the man, refused to look at him. I didn’t care who he was anymore; I just wanted him away from me. Of course the test kit was positive. I wanted nothing more in the world than to kill the man. I hated him!

“Miss St. Clair…” the man whispered gently. I ignored him as before, and then realized that he wasn’t trying to make me like him for the sake of my grandmother or anyone else. He truly liked me, and he was truly upset that I hated him. “I didn’t want to be a part of this, dear,” he said. “I can tell you about myself now, if you’d like.”

“I never want to see you again.” I refused to look at him.

“Very well… I don’t think I’d differ from your opinion if I was in your position either.” He sighed miserably and I noticed that his eyes were slightly red, whether from lack of sleep or crying, I couldn’t tell. I felt my heart relenting to this man who was obviously the father of my child. He had to know that I was feeling sympathy for him and for his position. 

“Yes, I know,” he said softly. “But I don’t wish to intrude much on your thoughts. You deserve some small privacy… I took your freedom away from you for nearly two weeks, certainly I can grant you the privacy of your mind.”

I admired his respect for me, because if I were capable of reading his mind, I would certainly be doing it. I suddenly realized that he was somehow locked to me and I couldn’t quite place how. Obviously he was the father of my child, but beyond that there was some kind of connection. At this point, I was certainly reading his mind! 

“Why did you open your mind to me, Pierce?” I asked. I knew his name, he had given me that much.

“If you don’t care to listen to my voice, perhaps you will listen to my thoughts. I can’t give you much through my thoughts, and often you will gather unreliable information. But I would be happy to verbalize anything for you, dear,” he said with a small smile.

“I guess I should be informed,” I said, trying to smile back at him. 

He understood my hesitation and clasped my hand. “Where to start?” he asked. “Your grandmother was searching for someone with the gift to be an appropriate father to her great-grandchild. She knew that in the state of Louisiana it is illegal to marry family, but she still wanted, in the old royal way, to ‘strengthen the line’, so to speak. So her way to get around it was to have Lauren’s daughter Camille marry another gifted family from the South. This family were the Lacorte family, my family. Camille married my younger brother Jacques and I was the only man of marriageable age in the family left for you. Your grandmother befriended my mother when my mother was quite young, and my mother was willing to have me study the gift under your grandmother for many years. I came to know Dixie better than I knew my own grandmother.

“However, you just never came. And I suppose that was better, because you couldn’t know who I was that way, because I was always at Dixie’s and certainly you would have run into me eventually, spoiling the whole plan. And it is also unfortunate that I am certainly your senior,” Pierce said this with a slight grimace. “I am going to be thirty this fall, and I can tell by your tight young body you can’t be more than seventeen.”

I interrupted briefly to tell him that I was twenty, which seemed to amaze him for a few minutes. 

“Well, I have studied the gift with Dixie since I was seven, and I am very skilled. My purpose, now that you are pregnant, is of course to marry you, given that you provide your consent, of course. I am also to bring you to Dixie so that she can determine whether you are capable of learning the secrets of the gift. She really does believe your father corrupted you, you know,” he smiled softly, his hand patting my belly gently and his eyes with a distant, far-off look in them. “I have waited many years to see this day come, my darling,” he whispered. “And it didn’t hurt to have all of that fantastic sex, did it?” 

I smiled bitterly. “It would have been more fantastic if I had realized what was going on. But I certainly understand why you couldn’t tell me,” I was enjoying his hands on my body, and realized that I wanted him badly. “How can we get the driver to leave us alone before we get to my grandmother’s?” I whispered urgently.

“Unfortunately, he has orders, my dear,” my companion explained regretfully. “But if I explain your needs to your grandmother she will be happy to provide us with a room.”

“That’s kind of sick, I don’t want that,” I answered, slightly disgusted.

“You’ve been in the North too long, child,” he whispered back. “The South is full of all kinds of sweet perversions.”



We arrived at my grandmother’s slightly before dark, just when the flowers in the South begin to leave a gorgeous perfumed scent in the chilled air. My grandmother lived in Metairie, a ‘modernized’ suburbia, and a beautiful place. The waiters and maids were quick and attentive, and I wished I could join the rest of the people who were drinking champagne. I was wearing the same clothes I had worn to the prison (I continued to call in that, in spite of the fact that I was warming to my captor more each minute) and I felt dirty and out of place with these women in their fine linen pants and light jackets. Pierce led me to the back patio, where my grandmother and Aunt Lauren and Grandpere Louis sat.

“Oh, Pierce!” my grandmother stood as soon as she saw us coming, Pierce’s arm protectively around my shoulder. In the corner of my eye I saw Camille and the gentleman who must obviously be Jacques, playing with their son. But my attention was focused on Grandmother. 

“Ah, Dixie,” she said, her lips trembling. “I suppose Pierce…” she stopped suddenly and looked at Lauren’s fixed and cold face. “Lauren, give me a few minutes with my granddaughter, would you please?” Grandmother looked at me lovingly, ignoring Lauren’s retreating back. “He explained it all to you, my darling? And now I suppose you hate me.”

I took a deep breath before answering, feeling Pierce holding me, sheltering me. I knew that no matter what he would stay by me, regardless of my grandmother. This was not only about the gift to him, it was about me. “ I don’t hate you,” I said softly.

Her lips still trembled and her arms reached for me. I allowed myself to be cuddled to her form, the tears that I had held back for so long finally breaking. Holding me, she turned to Pierce and mutely asked for the details. I could see that it cost him some effort to give her a cold-blooded explanation of our coupling, of the creation of our child. 

“Go to him, darling,” my grandmother whispered. “He will take you upstairs to lie down, and I will have a dinner ready for you within the hour. Lauren, would you and Camille please go shopping for this child, she needs some new clothes. Dixie, darling, I gathered your luggage from the Pontchartrain, of course you don’t mind, I thought you might prefer to be here.”

I looked beseechingly at Pierce, who nudged my grandmother gently, explaining to her without words that I would like my privacy at the Pontchartrain, and that he would continue to stay with me and would bring me here each day.

My grandmother pursed her lips slightly and said stiffly, “Pierce, kindly do not contradict me.” It was a lost cause – I was staying at Metairie.

Pierce brought me upstairs, apologizing over and over for my grandmother’s hardheartedness. “She can’t help it, Dix,” he said gently. “She needs to be able to control everything you do for as long as she can. She knows you’re going to want to leave at the end of the summer and she won’t be able to prevent you then. She needs to teach you now.”

I was surprised that anyone thought I would be leaving. “I’m raising this child on my own?” I asked slowly. Certainly Pierce couldn’t be expected to come with me.

“Goodness, Dixie, you didn’t think I would be coming? It’s been planned for years for me to join you up North.” He looked at me with confusion. “You don’t want to leave, is that it? Honey, you don’t have to leave.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t going to be deserted! And frankly, the thought of going back North gave me the chills all over. I really wanted to stay here, with my family, my heritage. Stay here where the sun was always a little hazy, the sky had that deep violet colour. My whole life was changed in a way I couldn’t imagine, in beautiful ways, from the tiny person within me to the person I had become without. I knew I belonged here, with my grandmother, Grandpere Louis, Aunt Lauren, Camille and Jacques, and with Pierce. Especially with Pierce. It was all changed somehow into something better, and all because of the gift.



The Gift



Samantha and Karen had been friends, it seemed like forever and as such they discussed everything. They discussed boyfriends through highschool, sexual conquests, or the lack of them through University, and even the appropriateness of Sam’s husband before she got married. Thus it was when Samantha found her sex-life changing, she readily confided in her best friend......

"Hi Karen it’s me. Do you have a moment?” Samantha was saying into the phone. 

This sounded serious Karen thought. Sam never called her at work unless she was deeply troubled. "Sure,,, sure Sam what can I do for you?" 

"Well", could you come over for lunch; I need to ask you something."

Looking at her calendar Karen smiled the whole afternoon was free, so if her friend needed her she’d be there. "Yeah of course" Karen responded "how about 12:30 ish?"

"Oh,,,Ok"; Samantha replied, but Karen detected a certain absentmindedness about her tone and wondered what had effected her friend so. 

"Sam,,, Samantha, is everything ok? I could,,, I suppose come now if its urgent."

"Umm,,, no. I can wait,,, I guess. See ya later."

There was just something in the tone of her friend’s voice that Karen didn’t like. Thus after she hung up she immediately paged her secretary. 

"Yes Ms. Kain?"

"Jim clear my schedule ok,, I’m leaving for the day."

"Uhhh ,, yes Ms. Kain is that to take effect immediately?" 

"Yes immediately."

"What about Mr. Waters you know he’s waiting for you."

Oh Damn Karen muttered to herself, but the high-tech headset she wore picked up the sound.

Jim smiled at those words but responded into the mouthpiece anyway. "Yes Ms. Kain,, I’ll tell Mr. Waters it can’t be helped,,, no,, no,, I’m sure he’ll understand the emergency. Yes Ms. Kain I’ll re-schedule his appointment for as soon as possible." 

On her end of the high tech headset Karen Kain now smiled. She truly liked her secretary both for his efficiency and his remarkable grasp of situations. Time and time again he surprised her with little stunts like this, which broke up meetings she needed to get away from, or appointments she just didn’t want to be keep. She also knew the conversation Jim just related was for the benefit of Mr. Waters, and not her. Bending to her desk Karen Kain jotted a brief note ‘review Jim’s status’, then said "Thanks Jim" into the headset and removed it. She knew he would handle anything, which came up, and that somehow he would smooth things over with Mr. Waters. With her schedule now cleared Karen Kain picked up her suit coat flipped it over her shoulder and left through her private entrance.

It took about 20 minutes for Karen to reach her friend’s home. A pretty little ranch style affair with a wide curved interlock driveway and a view to die for. The house was situated at the end of a quiet, private street, on the very edge of the embankment, which overlooked the city below. Sam’s closest neighbor was perhaps 500 yards away, and thus the seclusion of her home and privacy were all but guaranteed. 

Even as Karen drove up to her friend’s home she knew something was wrong. At first she couldn’t put her finger on it but suddenly it dawned on her. It was the image of the ladder. It rested to the left of the front door leaning against the roof and there was a string of Christmas lights hanging from the eaves. It was instantly apparent that someone had started hanging these and had left the job unfinished. This was not like Sam at all, and immediately Karen started to worry. She knocked on the duel wooden doors, but there was no reply, and the same held true when she tried the doorbell. She tried peering through the glass panes but could see no movements and thus her concerned increased. Reaching out Karen found the door to be locked. This too was not like her friend and so she retrieved her cell phone from her purse. 

Hmm Karen wondered to herself. Who should I call? Sam, Bill, Sam’s husband, or the police. Before she decided however Karen heard a short scream come from the side of the house, and instantly without thinking went to investigate. As she turned the corner Karen heard another scream. This time it was identifiable as her friend, but more that, it was followed by several soft gasps. This was not the sound of someone in trouble. Oh no. Her friend was having sex... Bill’s car was not out front,,, then who? Moving slower now Karen continued around the house being careful not to upset the poorly stored pool maintenance equipment, and upon reaching the back corner she peered over the fence. There in the Jacuzzi was her friend Sam. Breasts, and hips rising and falling with the pleasure she was receiving, the scene was totally mesmerizing. Sam was still an extremely attractive woman. She was 39, but still as firm and proud as in university. Her skin was a golden brown, and it was obvious she tanned each day for the lines where her suit had been perhaps only minutes before stood out like they had been painted on. Her hair was wet from the waters and yet glistened with a fire created by its deep red color and reflected sunlight. All in all Sam presented a perfect picture of eroticism. 

For a moment Karen just stood there watching to see who it was providing the pleasure, but soon realized it was actually Sam herself. It was hard to believe that the vision in the Jacuzzi was her friend Sam. Sam had always tended to dress in such a way as to hide her beauty, and rarely gave an impression of being sexually aware. Often during their discussions in the past Karen would hear how Sam dumped a certain boy just for getting fresh on a date, and yet here she was masturbating; and outside no less. It was also obvious that she was dressing a bit more provocatively judging by the tan lines, so something had definitely changed. Karen remembered how she often tried to convince her friend to change. To be more like,,,, well this; but now the sight of her friend nude, and partaking in these unabashed actions, well.... 

Soon without realizing it Sam’s soft moans, sharp gasps, and screams, found Karen’s own hand stroking. My god she is sexy Karen thought. If only,,, but no. Karen knew she could never force her bi nature on her friend, they had too many memories together to risk that. In fact Sam had no idea Karen liked both men and women. For it was only recently that she herself, had that first memorable experience. Gathering her courage Karen backed away a few steps, straightened her blouse and called out "Hey Sam you back here??" The loud gasp and splash signaled Samantha’s acknowledgment, but it wasn’t until Karen actually peered over the fence again that Sam spoke.

"Oh God Karen", Sam said from the edge of the Jacuzzi. "Did you ever frighten me." 

Smiling Karen once again peered over the fence and instantly longed for another glimpse of her friends sexually aroused body. Now though she could only see Sam’s head and shoulders above the bubbling waters. "Hey" she called out, "I got off early. Hope you don’t mind." 

"Ohh no" Sam replied. Her breathing still obviously labored. "That’s ok."

"Aren’t you going to let me in?" Karen asked jiggling the gate.

"Umm,,, that’s stuck" Sam lied. "Go to the front, and I’ll let you in there". 

"Ok" Karen responded a bit dejected she was not permitted that last peek. Then turning she thought,, perhaps,,, and she quietly stepped back to see Sam struggling to put her suit back on. Mmmm just one night Karen wished.

As the front door opened Karen saw Sam had also put on a long robe to again cover her body, but since she had no time to dry herself it clung in areas like a second skin. Her nipples were entirely visible as were the curves of her legs, but Sam apparently unaware turned and moved towards the yard. "Is outside ok she asked?" Then without waiting for an answer added "If you like I could loan you a suit, and you can join me in the Jacuzzi".

"Ohh that would be nice" Karen immediately responded, as her mind raced with an instant fantasy. Then a smile perhaps too big for the situation crossed her lips as she added the double entendre, "looks like you’ve been getting quite a bit lately."

For a brief moment Sam stopped dead in her tracks, then looking back asked "What?"

"Sun, and water Sam. What did you think I meant?" 

Suddenly Sam seemed to relax a bit, then after briefly looking down at herself and 
the picture she presented smiled and said, "Yeah I guess I have. That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about." Sam then paused again as she rummaged through her dresser before coming up with another bikini. Handing it over to Karen, Sam then offered "Drink"?

"Ohh perhaps a white wine... "By the way, what’s with the ladder and half hung Christmas lights?. You don’t expect me to hang them do you?"

"Hmhmhm no" chuckled Sam reappearing. "Come on outside and I’ll tell you."

For about an hour the two women spoke and it was during this time Sam related that her sex life with Bill was,,, well dull,,, actually now,,, almost non-existent. Sam had said she tried everything to spice it up. Things like dressing nicer, making Bill’s favorite meals even showing off a bit more, but nothing seemed to work he was just too tired

"Well to try and keep my spirits up so to speak" Samantha continued "I started having little afternoon fantasies".

"Nothing wrong with that. Anyone I know?" Chided Karen

"Oh stop" Sam said with a chuckle herself. "They were all about Bill. Well maybe not all." she added with a tiny glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Go on" Karen prompted.

"Anyway, I started wearing these really skimpy bikini’s here in the afternoon, you know sunning on the deck, lazing about in the Jacuzzi, and just letting the fantasies come. Well I,,, I noticed the pool-boy one day spying on me."

"Is that it?" Karen asked in disbelief

"No, you see I started having fantasies about him instead of Bill and they make me so hot. I have tried not to, but they just seem to invade my thoughts. Well, today as I was putting up the Christmas lights, Jason, that’s the pool-boy, came by to clean the pool as usual. Only this time he didn’t just leave. He started telling me I shouldn’t be on a ladder alone without someone holding it as it wasn’t safe. Then without waiting he just sort of wrapped himself about the base saying ‘it was ok, he had time and would assist me’. At first I thought it was kind of a funny thing for a kid to do, he was after all only eighteen. But I don’t know, I suppose I changed my mind and instead thought about how thoughtful he was to care for his neighbor’s health. Well that’s when it happened. I noticed him sort of leering up at me. He had used the ploy as a way to look under my skirt. I don’t know what came over me, because at first I was shocked and angry but,,, it changed. He kept looking at me with those innocent eyes. They seemed to devour me piece by piece and,,, well I just started making it easier. I asked him to help me with the Christmas lights. You know, by handing me up the strings, and I could feel his hot breath on my calf. My legs just started shaking and I got so excited. I,,, well,,, I soon found I was opening my legs even more for him to have a better view. It all felt so wicked,,, yet sinfully delightful. I know it was wrong and all, but it made me so wet,,, and wanted. When I finally had to move the ladder I came down and he had this huge erection. I realized, I was teasing this poor boy something fierce,,, and I liked it. Then after we moved the ladder I asked if he would do the next section while I held it. I suppose I wanted to get closer to that bulge and maybe breath on him a little, but he told me he was afraid of heights. I,,, I didn’t want him to go yet, so I went back up, and after I managed a few more sections I felt his hand on my calf. My legs shook so badly I had to come down and well as I did he grabbed my breast. I,,, suddenly Samantha looked around perhaps in a guilt ridden effort to make sure no one else was listening, then she leaned in and said,,, I came right there... I screamed out and Jason took off like a frightened dog. Oh God Karen you have to help me,,, am I going sex crazed?"

Karen tried to hold the laughter inside. Her lips struggling against curling up from Sam’s admission, but in the end she failed. "Is that all? Gees girl I thought you might have done something really wrong” she said between short bursts of laughter. 

"But I came for another man Karen,,,, not Bill"

"First off, it is entirely natural to be excited by firm young bodies. You have been holding in a lot of sexual tension, and I feel it had to go someplace. Allowing a neighbors kid to cop a feel is hardly a crime. But if you’re going to go crazy over it you have to do something."

"But what? Bill’s too busy now and until he returns to his old self... I don’t want to have an affair. It’s not that he is inattentive, it’s just that he’s been so busy lately he doesn’t seem to notice me anymore." 

"No Sam. It’s you who doesn’t understand... Bill’s values have changed. He is more work oriented and you need to snap him out of it." 

"But",,, . 

"No but’s!" If you want him back from the cruel mistress known as "The Office" you’re going to have to fight for it." 

"But how? I’m so confused now. Tell me Karen you’re levelheaded what should I do?"

As it turned out Karen did indeed have a plan. First she spent the day going through Sam’s closet choosing various outfits for the young wife to try on. While Sam prepared Bill’s favorite meal. Then when all the cooking was in progress, Karen had Sam try on the various outfits to see which might have the best effect. The idea was for Sam was to seduce her husband from the very moment he came home. This would be a big change for them as in the past Bill had always initiated sex. This would be accomplished using a variety of sneaky tricks all of which were cooked up by Karen.

To begin with Sam would start her attack on all of Bill’s senses, much as she had with Jason. Then when he could take no more, Sam was to leave him with his frustration. Karen explained that it would be very hard, but if Sam did as she was directed Bill would be begging for it not only tonight but constantly. Still though Sam could not understand how it had a chance to work. She had already tried sexy clothes, and his favorite meals but that did nothing.

Karen then explained to her that an act, such as wearing sexy clothes, was limited by its presentation. If for example Bill was pre-occupied with a football game, sexy clothes would likely have little effect. Take those same clothes though, and force him to watch her and only her, and the result would be much more effective. For this Karen suggested forced light. Serve the meal in a darkened house, say with candles and fireplace as the only light source, then Bill would be more likely to pay attention to Sam. 

Naturally Sam offered that Bill would not sit still for this. He’d most likely just go turn the TV on, to which Karen already had the answer. To make this happen you can’t have power available. That means you have to turn off the main housebreaker forcing the entire home into darkness. Since it also gets cool at night, especially with no power, you can then have him start a fire in the fireplace. The fire would serve as a back drop of teasing light, offering flickering glimpses of Sam’s silhouette as she served the food, drinks, and in the end dessert.

Well everything went horribly wrong. First the pool contractor phoned wondering if Sam had seen Jason that day. It seemed that most clients were either missed, or the job was terribly unsatisfactorily. Nobody could find Jason to ask him what happened so his boss was calling all the clients to see what and where the trouble was. Naturally Sam couldn’t tell him what had occurred, but in her fear and confusion she had forgotten about the dinner so part of it was burned. Next Bill called to say he’d be home really late, as a neighbor had stopped by the office to invite him to a hockey game later that night. When he found out Sam had gone to a lot of trouble, Bill still opted to go to the game, but promised that he’d make it up to her later. With the dinner ruined, and Bill not there to appreciate her efforts, Sam had decided to have a drink to calm her nerves. But one became two, then four, and soon Sam had passed out. 

About the only thing good, which came from the evening, was the dream Sam had, had sometime during the night. She remembered how in her dream she awoke to the sensation of warmth spreading across her breasts. How they ached so for attention and soon found the most wonderful fulfillment as each was tenderly sucked and squeezed. Sometime during her dream Sam also recalled how her body burned for more. She remembered how a persistent feeling of thousands of feather-light caresses along her thighs and through the soft fur of her own pussy drove her body wild. How she discovered that the more she parted those thighs the hotter her body became. There was even a sensation, which her mind grasped and held onto. It was a sort of hot tender breeze, upon her spread thighs, which set fire to her skin and then probed thick and wetly within her. All in all it was a wonderful dream. 

It was the sun, which finally awoke Sam that next day. There she was laying upon a deck chair with her long dress all rumpled and wrinkled. As she looked down she noted one hand still cupping a breast. The nipple beneath her palm was hard and objected as she removed the warmth and attention it had but moments before been receiving. More than this though her legs were exposed to the sun, or rather the shear black stockings, which covered them. Then hem of her dress was bunched up almost about her waist allowing the wide dark bands, and silver clasps to enjoy the early morning sun. Sam recalled how she was thankful nobody else had found her that way. 

Her body though felt so much better this morning and Sam smiled to herself as she thought perhaps that was all she really needed. What was it that Karen had always said in University? "Sometimes girl you just have to let go and get drunk". Funny that. It seems that after years of ignoring it Karen was actually right. As she made her way to the bathroom Sam could not believe the state of her dress. It was wrinkled everywhere and clung to her as though it was stuck on. When she finally peeled it off, Sam was surprised to find she was naked beneath. She remembered Karen trying to convince her to not wear underwear, but she hadn’t realized she’d actually given in. Boy did Bill ever miss out she thought as she stepped into the shower. 

At first Sam just allowed the overhead nozzle to drench her from head to toe. Then after making sure she was thoroughly wet she began the slow process of soaping and rinsing each area. She found that her breasts today ached as the soap covered fingers glided over them. An ache not unfamiliar to her. Her breasts longed to be touched, yet the more Sam complied the more they demanded. This was crazy Sam thought, as her fingers trapped and tugged a hard nipple, and yet she did not stop. Instead Sam reached over and pushed the switch changing from a single overhead shower stream to a dozen pulsating jets attacking her body from various points along two walls. She gasped as they engaged and struck her for the first time. A gasp not entirely due to the shock upon her body. Then sliding herself back to the furthest wall Sam allowed the massaging jets and her fingers to take her away. She closed her eyes allowing the imagery to form and grow. There he was. Bill coming home from the hockey game. He finds his wife asleep upon the lounge chair and decides to carry her to bed. He hands stroke through her hair along her neck then down behind her dress. She feels her body tilt forward but then slide back to its original position. Instead Bill’s fingers rub lightly her braless breasts teasing each slowly until the nipples ache as they do now. ‘Mmmm’ Sam moans out, as the fingers tentatively capture then tug a hardened bud. First it’s one. Then the other. ‘Mmm’ Sam moans out again. Her body squirming under the manipulations offers a long ‘Ohh yesss’ perhaps as a signal for the imagined scene to intensify. Now both nipples are being tugged. Rolled tenderly from side to side, then tugged again. Sam feels her legs becoming rubbery shaking as though,,, ‘Ohhh’ Sam moans out even louder as her mind flashes to Jason and the ladder. Her mind then replaces Bill’s with Jason’s hands. Now it’s his young mouth sucking a hot bud making her so wet. 




The Gift



Sam’s body slips down within the shower until at last she is seated upon the formed bench. Her legs part, allowing the shower’s jets access, but her mind tells her it’s not the shower. Jason is stroking her pussy, and she squirms under his touch. ‘More,,, Please’ Sam begs,,, ‘More’. Slowly her legs close capturing Jason’s strong yet tender hand. He doesn’t stop though as his fingers rub hotly up and down. The pleasure continues to build as Sam realizes Jason’s fingers have parted her lips. She can feel the ridge of a finger joint as it drags hotly up against her clit and her legs try to spasm open. Jason though is holding them closed teasing her as she had teased him,,, without mercy. Fireworks seem to explode in Sam’s mind and her eyes snap open. There mere inches from her mouth is Jason’s hard cock. She knows what he wants. Bill had wanted this, but it always seemed disgusting to her. Another wave of fireworks explodes and Sam’s hands reach out,,, anything,,, anything he wants, her mind tells her. Then it’s Bill again. Sam knows it him, as it’s his voice, which rockets into her mind "Morning sweetie. Going to be long????" The words echo in Sam’s dream, until at last her eyes flutter open.

Guilt, orgasmic bliss, shame, and pleasure, intermingle as Sam’s mind grasps what has occurred. Her body aches, and she realizes a solitary finger is buried deep within her pulsating pussy. Slowly, she slips the finger free. Agonizing mentally over the pleasure this small act brings. Then she stands and snaps off the shower. For a moment she hangs her head in shame then steps forth. Her body still aches; more now than before and she ignores the towel beside her. Instead she grabs her robe, slips it over her dripping body, and then heads away. Away from Bill, and onto the deck. She just can’t face him,,, yet.

Slipping once again back into the lounger Sam drops her head into her palms. She spreads her fingers then glides them to the sides and through the long tresses of her hair. Her face follows the motion backwards until at last the morning sun seems to beat directly through her closed eyes, stoking the fires of her imagination. 

"Morning Mrs. Carpenter" she hears. But she knows the voice. It’s Jason again. Back it seems to continue where he left off in the shower, but Sam fights the urge. 

‘No!!’ She shouts out. Then realizes it must be her closed eyes, somehow they feed those thoughts. As her eyes open Jason comes into view. His young, hard bodied, tanned form advancing towards her.

"Are you alright Mrs. Carpenter" he asks with a tone of genuine concern. For a moment Sam blinks trying to wash away this apparition then suddenly she realizes it is actually him.

"Oh Jason,,, sorry yes I’m fine" Sam responds. 

"That’s good" Jason continues,,, "I’m really sorry about yesterday too. I guess I screwed up just about everywhere". 

Although his words seemed to hold a certain truth about them Sam noticed something else. His eyes were ablaze with the indomitable lust of youth. Once again she had the impression he was devouring her with his eyes. Only today he also sported a smile of satisfaction. Swinging her legs off the lounger Sam began 

"I,,, I have to go". But even as she said this she saw Jason’s eyes balloon. Instantly Sam looked down and saw her robe had parted almost to her hips. The top portion had stayed in place mostly because of her wet skin but it also served to accent each curve and hollow. 

"I",,, Sam started again, then thought better of it and ran into the house. 

It took a few minutes for Sam to calm down after she re-entered the house before she braved peeking out beyond the patio curtain. There merrily working away was Jason. His step seemed to have an airy sort of bounce to it, and all the while he whistled a tune, which was very light and merry. For some inexplicable reason, it was reminiscent of a cat who’d caught his first mouse. Still though she watched. She watched the rippling effect of his muscles, as his strong youthful arms skimmed the surface of the pool. Suddenly Bill’s arms wrapped about his wife and he placed a kiss upon Sam’s bare neck. The sudden unexpected contact caused her to scream out signaling her surprise. Then as her head turned to discover the source of those hands so too did the head of Jason. His whistling had stopped and he was now starring at the curtain from which moments before Sam had stared at him. 

Behind that curtain Sam’s husband said "Good Morning sweetie,,, you’d best be careful never know how much he can see from there". He then patted his wife’s sexy bottom and headed off to the kitchen. For a moment Sam watched him move away, then briefly turned to regard the curtain. Indeed it was a sheer, fine mesh, affair and through it she could clearly see Jason just standing there. He seemed to be staring blankly at the curtain, like some kind of lifelike granite figurine. She had already given him an eyeful this morning and now feared if he could see her starring back, he’d get the wrong idea. Quickly Sam readjusted her robe then headed off towards the kitchen and Bill. 

When at last Sam entered the kitchen Bill was already drinking his coffee and adjusting his tie. He stopped for a moment to lean in and kiss his wife. Then told her how sorry he was for ruining her plans. As if that were not enough Bill then said he was glad she wasn’t mad at him for coming home so late, and hoped she’d save him some more for later. Once again he kissed her, caressed one of the sexy breasts, then practically skipped off to the office. What had gotten into him? He was happy, playful, and not in the least bit upset that she was gawking at the pool-boy. What had he meant when he asked her to save him some more for later. Sam just didn’t understand it, and thus it was that she again called Karen.

Today Karen had been expecting the call from her friend. She was in fact waiting for it, and thus when the phone rang she picked it up before the first ring finished. 

"Hi Sam" Karen said without so much as even a preliminary hello. "Let me guess you need to see me again". 

"Karen", Sam said replied a bit shocked. "Yes,,, but how did you know?" 

"Oh,,, Lets just say it was a hunch shall we" Karen offered as way of explanation. "I’m on my way and we’ll discus it when I get there. Just make sure you’re ready. We’re going shopping."

As Sam hung up the phone, she asked herself,,, ‘What’s with everybody today?’ They all seemed in such a great mood, and even though she only had a few words with Karen it was as though she’d known before hand what had happened.

When Karen finally arrived Sam confirmed her earlier opinion. She was indeed in a great mood, in fact her eyes seemed to sparkle. Today she wore a much more revealing dress, and it appeared she had forgotten to put on her bra. Sam could clearly see her nipples standing out against the light cream-colored material. 

"My God Karen!!" Sam began as she first laid eyes upon her friend. "That dress is almost obscene". 

"What’s wrong with it?" Karen asked while doing a little spin and looking down.

"Well,,, you’re not wearing a bra, for starters" Sam continued. "And I can see through it in the sun".

"Can you?" Karen replied looking down again in mocked shock. When her head came back up though she had a big smile and said "Good! That’s perfect, and besides I am wearing a bra,,, see." Karen immediately pulled one of the lapels back to reveal a white extremely shear bra which truly hid nothing, and provided perhaps at best a minimum of support.

"What?" Came Sam’s incredulous response. "My God Karen men will be able to see!." Even though her mind had said the words Sam still found her eyes were glued to the lace-covered breast. She could plainly see everything and yet the white lace made it seem amazingly erotic. 

"I know Sam" came Karen’s response. "Today I am going to show you why it is important to dress sexy, and allow men to imagine they see more than they can. You’ll see how not only do you attract and keep their attention but it also makes your body more keenly aware. Once you finally give in to the man’s advances,,, In your case Bill,,, then you’ll find the excitement has already begun in your own body,,,, and baby it’s heaven from there..."

Samantha could not believe she was going through with this, but here she was in the mega-mall shopping for something. Truth was Sam didn’t really understand what Karen was proposing, but it seemed almost as though she wanted her to look slutty so that Bill wouldn’t be able to help himself. That didn’t really make sense though,,, after all Bill married Sam for her own qualities and to even play at being a slut,,, well how would that interest him? She was desperate though and if Karen thought it had a chance, then the least she could do was give it a try.

At first Karen took her to a lovely little boutique where they searched out a ‘suitable’ bra and panty set. Sam had tried on several to her own taste, but they just didn’t have the certain appeal Karen seemed to be looking for. 

After about the fourth pair Karen knocked on the change room door and said "Here Sam, try this", then passed the garment over the door. As Sam took the garments she noted it was an extremely sheer black lace set, much like Karen’s white bra she had seen earlier. She really didn’t know about this though, after all if she ‘stood out’ like Karen she would definitely feel uncomfortable. Perhaps though it was Karen’s,,, ummmm,,, body style which made the difference, so with that in mind Sam tried the bra on. 

As she put the bra on, she noted in the mirror, how it squeezed her breasts together and up, seemingly offering them as a sort of dish to eat. Something was wrong with that though, and so Sam took it off again. She examined the garment and found it was in fact 1 size too small, so she call her friend over. 

"Karen this one’s the wrong size Sam advised as she reached back over the door, I need a larger one. 

"Nonsense" Karen replied. "Put it on, and let me see". 

Seemed silly really for Sam, she knew what size she should wear, but Karen always had a stubborn streak and so she did as she was told. As she opened the door to show her Karen she found her friend was waiting. Immediately Karen stepped inside the small change room and closed the door.

"Hmm" she said as her eyes feasted on the her friends body. "Not bad,,, not bad at all". 

Karen then reached out with both hands, surprising Sam in the process. One hand cupped the exposed swell of Sam’s left breast, while the other pulled the bra line away. Sam felt as her friend softly squeezed then shifted her breast ever so slightly, but more than that felt how her nipple scrapped along the lace material. 

"There that’s better" Karen said, and for a moment Sam was quiet. 

She could feel how her nipples had become hard from just that minor stimulation yet her friend had not intended it. Sam then looked at herself in the mirror and remarked "Isn’t it a bit,,, ummmm ,,, you know"... But to emphasize her point Sam brought both hands up in a cupping fashion and bounced them in the air in front of her chest. 

Karen smiled and said "No! This is exactly what we wanted. Look" she said placing one of her manicured nails at the top of the crevice formed by Sam’s breasts. "See here"; tapping the spot for emphasis; "This drives men nuts. They see this deep valley" she continued; again emphasizing her point, this time by sliding that nail along the valley: "And they just can’t concentrate". Now Karen slides her hand away before continuing. "When your nipples become hard they push out, against the soft material, but the pattern of the lace, if you adjust it right, hides any true sign of the aureola. Men will see the bump it makes while pushing against the material and imagine they see your nipples. It will simply drive them crazy girl... And if your man is crazy about what he sees,,, well it’s a very short step to passion ... Let me assure you". 

Sam smiled at this, for that very short step to passion, was exactly what she wanted. It sort of bothered her though having Karen touch her so intimately. She had experienced an odd tingling of excitement when Karen’s fingernail had dragged down the vee between her breasts, and even now her nipples were hard and aching. She tried to play it over again in her mind, but her thoughts were confused. It was all just helping,,, wasn’t it? It must have been. It simply must be her over sensitized mind and body, longing for release, which had put that fleeting doubt in there anyway. In the end though it was Karen excusing herself so Sam could put the panties on, that reassured her. 

Now as Sam removed her panties, her nose detected the faint odor of excitement. ‘Oh No! not now’ Sam pleaded within her own mind, but then perhaps as a confirmation she reached down with one hand. The moment her fingers touched the already damp lips, Sam closed her eyes. Her body craved sex and craved it now. She could feel how the lips had started to part with the tiny pressure of her fingers. Felt how her body began to surrender. She was just about to slip a finger inside when Karen knocked,,,

"Well,,, How do they look?"

Quickly Sam pulled her hand free and called back,,, "Sheer". 

Karen upon hearing this called out "Great. We’ll take them."

After purchasing the sheer under garments, Karen and Sam began exploring the other shops in search of the perfect outfit. For some reason unclear to Sam, Karen kept choosing very provocative outfits, all of which Sam tried on at the behest and encouragement of her friend. She had never worn anything like these though, and as she tried on the first she immediately rejected it as too slutty. Karen though knew this would be the case for Sam had habitually hidden her form behind loose fitting or dull attire. She knew it would take a whole lot of these "slutty" outfits to finally get Sam to agree on one a bit more refined yet still tantalizing enough to turn heads. Thus it was that the ladies spent the whole day going from store to store trying on the most outrageous fashions Karen could find. When at last Karen felt Sam was "ready" she then took her to a modern businesswoman’s shop. Here the fashions ranged from classical business dress to the more refined evening wear. Almost immediately Sam felt more comfortable as she knew, businesswomen did not dress "slutty". Sure enough the choices were more to her liking, and thus when Karen handed Sam one of the business suits she knew she’d like it.

As Sam donned the business suit it became apparent that she would also require a blouse with this, as the neckline would plunge below her bra. The one she wore today was not truly suitable but at least she figured Karen would get the idea. Putting her blouse back on Sam then retried the jacket. All in all Sam liked it, but knew the correct blouse would be required. Next Sam tried on the skirt but as her first leg slipped into the opening she realized something was wrong.

"Karen" Sam spoke through the change room door. "Someone has vandalized this skirt, can you get me another."

"Just put on the one you have Sam, If it’s really bad we’ll get the saleslady to give us another later I just want to get an idea if this look will suit you."

"But it is really bad." Sam responded. "Someone has cut the skirt to ribbons."

"Oh" chuckled Karen. "No Sam. That’s how it’s designed. Put it on and show me ok"

As she put the skirt on and examined herself in the mirror Sam suddenly realized that although it was considerably more revealing than she was used to it did have a certain, “style" about it. In fact the outfit was definitely pleasing so long as she did not move. The trouble though was Sam was no statue and each movement she made in an outfit like this was bound to attract attention. First there was the jacket, and as suspected the lapels did plunge about 3 or 4 inches below her bra before closing. It also sported only a single button which meant if she twisted sideways one lapel would open further; not a very stylish trait in her opinion. As for the skirt well it had appeared to be right up her alley, however instead of being an ankle length pleated style it was in fact pleated only to mid thigh. After that every second pleat was open, and thus if she moved her legs they would flash in and out of view from all angles. Only if Sam were to stand perfectly still would the skirt return to it’s full pleated appearance.

Once again Sam dutifully came out of the dressing room to show her friend. Karen upon seeing the outfit smiled, but then immediately frowned at the constant demure styling of her friend.

"No Sam,,, you’re not supposed to wear a blouse with this".

Looking down all Sam managed was "But",,, 

Karen cut her off though,,, "Go on. Remove it." Then emphasized her point with a casual wave of her hand. 

Sam had become used to this by now, and so without another word she turned and entered the dressing room again. This time as she removed the blouse and replaced the jacket she shook her head... this just wouldn’t do, it looked terrible. Suddenly the dressing room door opened and Karen stood looking ,,, 

"Well are you going to take all day,,, let see. Ohh!!", she said frowning "I see your point,, Wait a minute", she continued, then reached into the bag she was carrying. "Here put your new bra on" 

Once again Sam donned the new bra, then covered it with the suit jacket. The deep vee offered an appealing sight while the black lace offered a surprising combination of modesty, and sexuality. She was still not too sure about this though, but perhaps at home alone with Bill it would be ok.

Slowly Sam exited the dressing room and awaited Karen’s opinion. Immediately Karen smiled from ear to ear and said "Very nice,,, Very nice indeed."

Sam now smiled too, for it was the first outfit the two even came close to agreeing upon and Sam had to admit it did have a sexual appeal to it. Looking back at Karen, Sam smiled again, then did a bit of a turn for her friend. It was during this turn that she saw a cute young police officer walk past the stores front window. She had seen him walk past, but a fraction of a second later he had taken a few steps backwards and reappeared. It seemed as though he had stopped at her movement and looked not once but twice. 

"Cute eh Sam" came the taunting words from her friend.

"Umm yeah he is" came her automatic reply. 

Karen immediately broke out laughing for it was only then that she saw the policeman as she had been referring to the dress. Sam turned at the unexpected sound, and saw Karen’s eyes alight with mirth, yet as their eyes met Karen chided "I was talking about the dress Sam,,, but where were you?"

Sam immediately blushed at her faux pas, and then the two ladies broke out in hysterical laughter. When at last the two ladies regained their composure Karen returned to the topic at hand. "So what do you think",,, then after a short pause she added ,,, "about the dress"

Once again her eyes were alight with a happy teasing quality and Sam too felt it. She turned to again look at herself in the full-length mirror and saw not only herself, but also the young police officer still looking in the window. "Well it is nice" Sam offered, yet she had not truly paid attention to her looks. 

"Damn straight it’s nice" Karen piped in. "Only thing missing is a good pair of high fashion stockings, and some sexy high heels".

Hearing her friends voice Sam concentrated on her own image in the mirror then briefly shook her hips causing the skirt to flick back and forth. This definitely would shock her husband she thought. It was nothing like her. She then ceased her movements and allowed the skirt to fall back into it’s pleated appearance. It was in fact a wonderful design, and Sam had to admit it did make her look sexy. Turning back to her friend Sam said ,,, "You know I do like it" to which Karen smiled for she knew had she started with this dress Sam would have outright rejected it.




The Gift



Returning to the dressing room Sam removed the dress, and put her own clothes back on. She then gathered the garment, and out of curiosity checked out the price tag.

Quickly Sam exited the dressing room holding the price tag towards her friend. "Oh God Karen" Sam said, "It’s $450.00.... Bill would kill me" 

Karen on the other hand smiled and took the dress. Turning towards the saleslady she then said "We’ll take it", then immediately turned back to Sam and said,,, "No Buts,,, It’ll be your Christmas present, after all I never know what to get you."

Sam started to say "but",, when Karen raised a finger in warning, so she paused then said "Thank you it’s wonderful" instead.

Now as the two ladies departed the store they ran headlong into the same young police officer.

"Ladies" he said with a smile, and short nod of his head, while stepping out of their way. 

Immediately Karen jumped into the conversation "Officer,,, Gibson" she smiled back, while reading his nametag. "Sam here thinks you’re",,, 

"No!!!" Sam shouted out, as she realized what Karen was about to say. Then to emphasize her point Sam began pushing her friend away all the while turning bright red. Once again the two ladies broke out in laughter, yet Sam could not resist a final look. As she glanced back she saw Officer Gibson there where they had left him. His smile had broadened and his eyes were constantly watching them. God he was cute Sam thought I wonder if he liked the new dress.

Next came the shoe store, but this time Karen knew exactly what she wanted. Going directly to the clerk she said "We need a pair of Italian styled, high heeled sandals. The higher the better, and if possible they should also be black, and strappy. 

Size the clerk responded, to which Sam piped in "6 and a half". 

Moments later the clerk returned with three choices which he showed to the two ladies. "This pair I think" Karen advised indicating her choice with the point of her foot. 

"Certainly" the clerk offered. "Will you have a seat please."

"Oh no" Karen continued. "They are not for me, they’ll be for her" indicating Sam by placing her hand in the small of her friends back. 

Suddenly Sam had a funny chill run up her spine, yet she was unsure if it was due to the brief warm contact on her back or the fact that she was now the center of attention. The clerk had switched his gaze from Karen over to Sam and she watched as his eyes appraised her. Slowly she sat down then allowed the clerk to apply the first shoe. 

Instead of asking Sam the clerk turned back to Karen and asked "Strapped about the ankles or up the calf?" 

"Oh definitely up the calf" Karen replied.

Immediately the clerk’s hands began delicately wrapping the straps higher and higher up Sam’s calf. As he came to the ends, he tied the first stage of a neat little bow before looking up at Sam. "Is that too tight?" He inquired.

"No" came Sam’s reply. "That seems ok."

With that the clerk finished tying off the first shoe, then followed the same procedure on the other foot until at last both shoes were in place. Then standing the clerk asked "So how do they feel?" 

Sam stood slowly, apparently testing her stability, then nodded her head and responded "Feels good." 

"Try walking around" Karen suggested then waited while her friend did just that. As Sam came back to her original starting point Karen said "Well,, lets see them at least", and thus it was that Sam slowly raised her skirt to almost her knees. The shoes really did add to the beauty of Sam’s legs. The high heel accentuated her naturally curvy calves, but it was not until Sam began to walk about a bit more with her skirt raised that Karen smiled. "We’ll take them" Karen advised after Sam’s second tour. Then winked at Officer Gibson, for his thumbs up. It was obvious Sam had not noticed him, but as luck would have it Karen did and his reaction was as much as she could hope for. 

Outside the tiny shoe store Officer Gibson continued his rounds. His smile now was now as big as it could get, for once again he was treated to the sexy legs of the redhead. He wondered briefly what that brunette was going to tell him, earlier about her friend. Wondered too why she seemed pleased he was still ‘checking her out’. At least he thought she was good about it. Continuing his patrol Officer Gibson turned back one last time, and wondered if that sexy red head had bought the business suit,,, Damn she looked good in it, but now if she was planning on adding those heels...

As they were preparing to leave the mall, Karen made one last stop to purchase 2 pair of high fashioned, black, seamed stockings. 

She then turned to her friend and said "Well Sam now you know what you’re getting for Christmas what say we go shopping again tomorrow and you wear it." 

"What?" Was the immediate shocked response. "You want me to wear this,,, in public?"

Chuckling lightly Karen said; "Of course. You didn’t expect to wear this only inside now did you?"

"I,, ummmm,,,". 

"Look Sam desperate times call for desperate measures. You need to go out and show Bill what he’s been missing." 

"But,,,, I can’t. Not with another",,,, 

"I’m not talking another Sam. Here’s my idea, you said Bill was working late, and neglecting you lately, so what I suggest is you do something wild to snap him back to his senses. Now, now before you get all panicky I suggest you seduce Bill tomorrow night. You guys are going to that celebrity thing aren’t you?"

"Yes"

"So what I suggest is you tell Bill you’ll meet him there. Then without showing him, put on the new outfit after Bill goes to work tomorrow. I’ll come by and we’ll go get your hair and nails done. Then can you imagine his reaction seeing you all dolled up at that event. He’s not going to want to keep his hands off you. In fact if I recall correctly Bill will be doing the Santa thing first for the kids right?" 

"Yes"

"Well what better time to spring it on him. Strut up to him in his Santa suit. Sit on Santa’s lap, give him a big kiss, and then whisper in Santa’s ear exactly what you want Santa to give you. I figure after that, and a few hours with other men lusting after you while Bill’s there, he’ll not only want you tomorrow night, but he’ll likely take you,,, right there in the garage. In fact to add spice to the pot I am even wiling to loan you my new Jag convertible. Think about it a sexy woman and a fast car. Bill doesn’t stand a chance."

"Do you really think so?"

"Trust me,,, you’ll see tomorrow."

Thus it was that plan B went into effect.

The gold embossed card on the seat of the car reads Mr.  & Mrs. William Carpenter are cordially invited to the celebrity gala event, in the Sugesshi Towers, 87th floor, Penthouse. As Sam parks it, and opens her door she swings her legs out, then remembers the invitation, and thus reached back to retrieve it. This simple action causes the skirt portion of her outfit to separate, revealing Sam’s exquisitely toned and stocking clad thighs. Suddenly a loud crash occurs, followed by the persistent siren of a cars security alarm. As Sam returns to a seated position she looks towards the source of this alarm, and it becomes immediately apparent what the cause had been. 

A young valet had been moving a large bin filled with presents presumably for the evening’s presentation. As her legs flashed into view he had paid more attention to them than his job and the cart had crashed into the parked diplomat’s Mercedes. Sam surmised this, for the valet was now alternating his attention between the car and her. Perhaps he was hoping she’d stay to explain how she had actually caused this, but instead she smiled and proceeded inside. It felt quite good being lusted after from afar, and Sam promised herself to thank Karen for teaching her. The last Sam saw of the commotion was when the building security guards rushed past her and she paused to watch. They were now examining the large gash and dent on the driver’s door while trying to get an explanation from the poor valet. As Sam pushed her way past the growing throng she smiled again,,, Bill had best appreciate the efforts she was taking, otherwise she might have to explore some other possibilities…


Entering the main lobby of the Sugesshi Towers Sam was surprised at how her new heels seemed to echo on the marble entrance way. She supposed that had the commotion outside not occurred, all eyes would have now been fixated on her. She imagined how men might perceive her, as the solid click, click, click drew their eyes to her. She would have tried to pretend she hadn’t noticed, yet could imagine how several males might point or nod in her direction. She imagined how they might whisper, crude, yet intriguing suggestions pertaining to her. If only they knew what she planned… The smile on Sam’s face broadened at those quick musings, and she found herself striding forward using that same confident gait she had just imagined seconds before. Still though the deep rhythmic sound made her wish that at least someone would pay attention. 


As she approached the elevator Sam was surprised she was actually alone. This of all places within the towers was always a hub of activity, yet the closest person was one of the security officers who had returned to his desk obviously calling in a report. With a loud ding, Sam turned back to the elevator then waited a few seconds before the doors finally opened. Stepping inside Sam immediately noticed the change from marble, to carpeting, as her heels no longer clicked when she walked. For a moment she turned to the right then back to the left looking for the control panel. Then having found it, her eyes followed the buttons up until she located the one marked Penthouse. Reaching out with her newly manicured and polished nails Sam pushed it. After a brief pause the doors began to slide closed, but not before Sam detected a rapid clicking which grew in volume and intensity. Suddenly a hand darted between the closing doors, which paused, then opened again.

"Phew!!" The statuesque brunette commented with a wide smile as she entered. "Thought for a moment there I’d missed it." 

Sam smiled, a polite little smile, then nodded her agreement. She also allowed her eyes to examine the lady before her, perhaps comparing her competition for the evening. She was a pretty lady perhaps 23 or 24 years old with very long wavy brown hair. Her eyes were a soft gray color and her lips a deep, deep red. She had very little make up other than the lipstick though, but it was also apparent she did not require it. Continuing down the lady seemed to be about 5 foot 4 and perhaps, 120 lbs. She wore a long snug fitting gown, and sported a brilliant possibly diamond necklace. Sam watched as the lady turned to the control panel and noted that her dress was completely backless only supported by three tiny straps. The first one tied at her neck, the second about mid back, and finally about her waist. It immediately became obvious that with this dress the lady wore no bra, nor underwear of any kind. 


Perhaps Sam might well have wondered how anyone could go out in public showing off so much, had it not been for the lady’s hair. As her motion had ceased the lady’s hair now floated back into place along her back, and for the first time Sam realized it was actually longer than she had imagined. Sam guessed the young lady must never have cut her hair for not only did it go below her shoulders but also slightly below her hips as well. With Sam’s eyes transfixed upon the young lady’s hair, which so neatly covered most of the exposed portion of her skin. Sam had not heard the question, and thus it was that the young lady turned and caught Sam checking her out. Raising her arms to each side of her breasts the young lady pretended to adjust the material, by tugging back and forth. 

"Nice isn’t it?" she said all the while watching Sam’s eyes. Sure enough they followed the motion of her hands and thus when she had commented Sam was gazing at her breasts. 

"Umm, yeah I guess" replied Sam. "But isn’t it a bit,,, revealing?"

Smiling at how her trick had worked the young lady replied, "Oh no,,, yours is much more revealing,,, what kind of material is it?" As she had begun speaking the young lady stepped forward and placed a hand upon Sam’s jacket over her breast. Softly she squeezed, then commented, "it’s so soft". She could feel as Sam’s body seemed to recoil from the touch, yet she also detected the heat, which emanated from that sexy orb. 

"What do you think you’re doing" Sam demanded stepping back, only to find herself now in the corner. The young lady followed in stride trapping her there, then brought a finger to her own lips, in the Shhh sign.

"Do you want them to know it was you who wreaked the Mercedes?" she asked in a soft voice without moving her finger. All the while as she spoke behind the barrier of her finger the young lady pressed forward, until with her last word her finger now touched Sam’s lips as well. With a quick motion the young lady pulled her finger away, and slipped her tongue into Sam’s unsuspecting lips, but more than that, her hand slid back to Sam’s breast. 


As Sam’s mind struggled with the realization that this lady knew it was she who had caused the accident, her body surrendered unwittingly to the tender advances. It was in fact only when her mind heard the soft moan instead of an excuse that the depth of those advances became apparent. Suddenly Sam didn’t know if she should she fight the kisses or the hand. Twisting her head sideways Sam managed to break free of the other lady’s lips, and offer a 

"No stop"… But the caressing continued. 

Her attention starved breast seemed to desire this, and in fact it was feeling so nice… so nice… But Sam knew she had to stop. She saw the young lady’s lips seeking out her own again, so this time Sam twisted her head, and simultaneously grasped the offending arm. 

"No" she repeated as her arm pulled, but the young lady was not about to give up so easily. 


Sensing Sam’s intentions the lady closed her fingers about the already hard nipple and as her arm moved the tiny bud was pulled causing Sam to gasp from shock and pleasure. Once again the young lady jumped on the opportunity offered by Sam’s opened unsuspecting mouth, and they were locked in a passionate kiss. This time Sam pushed the hand away first, but as the passionate kisses continued Sam felt as though her very breath were being taken away. Releasing the young lady’s arm Sam moved her hand to her attackers head intent on forcing her to move from her mouth. Move was indeed what the young lady did, for first her hands were back upon Sam’s body, and then her lips moved to explore Sam’s soft bare neck. Again Sam moaned, then tried to squirm free, but in order to gain any leverage she had to part and raise her stocking clad thigh to the outside of the other lady’s legs. She felt how her skirt rode up as she did this. Felt how her panties rubbed hotly against the other ladies thigh, but more than that, Sam felt the lady opening the button of her jacket. "No… Please" she begged, but her attacker either did not hear or did not wish to hear. 
She felt the lips move again, this time to one of her bra covered breasts and Sam realized she had to stop now. She decided to push with all her might upon the shoulders, thus breaking the lady free, only it was too late. For as her arms began to rise the lady pulled the bra cup away and began exploring the hard bud of her nipple with her tongue. 

"Oh God" Sam moaned as the pleasure shot through her, and instead of pushing her attacker’s shoulders she wrapped her hands within the long mane and held her there. She felt how her body rocked back and forth against the hot thigh between her legs. Felt the hands now exploring the bare flesh above her stockings, aiding her in that very rocking motion. Sam’s mind began to falter, no longer caring who was making love to her. She needed this, and perhaps as a sign of this resignation she closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned freely. 

It was the sudden loud ding of the elevator, warning bell, which brought about an abrupt stop to Sam’s assault. Just as quickly as she had started the young lady stopped. She rose, with a smile and fiery glint in her eyes, pulled Sam’s jacket closed, leaned in and kissed her once more. As the doors opened she slowly pulled away, leaving Sam flushed, and breathing hard. Whoever these new passengers were, Sam could not immediately bear to look at them. It was hard enough trying to keep her breathing under control, much less face their scrutiny with the guilt she now felt. Thankfully she had been saved before going too far by the innocent interruption of other revelers going to the party. With that knowledge firmly implanted in her mind Sam began to look about. The elevator now had 8 new occupants, all of which were perfectly paired off. The wives or girl friends all sported long evening gowns, which were tasteful yet not as overtly sexual, and thus Sam, surmised they were dignitaries. It was likely that they had gone for a pre-party cocktail within one of the suites, and as luck might have it arrived just in time to save her. 

Sam had just started to relax, noting that they were now passing the 18th floor, when suddenly she felt the young lady again. This time since she couldn’t act directly the young lady’s hand had floated back, and pressed against Sam’s skirt. Slowly her fingers began, sliding up, and down, teasing and stoking the thighs beneath. Sam on the other hand couldn’t believe this. She tried pushing the hand away, but once again the young lady was not to be dissuaded so easily. This time the young lady retaliated by leaning into Sam’s body, cutting off her ability to stop the teasing surreptitiously. Now if Sam wanted to stop her it would require bold actions. Actions, which would at the very least, would also alert the others in the elevator as to what was going on. Since that was the last thing Sam wanted; allowing others to know of her situation; she resigned herself and allowed the caressing to continue. 

It really wasn’t so bad though she thought. The young lady’s hand was soft, warm, and would only stroke lightly up one thigh then down the next. Up and down, up and down Sam tried not to concentrate on it. Tried to instead watch the floors tick by, but she found that just that delicate stroking, was enraging the fires, which only minutes before burned uncontrollably. Sam tried closing her eyes, but found it heightened her senses and the feelings seemed stronger. It was softly rubbing now through her panties; gliding now along the outside of her swollen wet lips. Up one side, and down the other. Up and down, up and down. Sam was losing her battle again giving in to the skilled pleasures of this young lady. Her lips quivered with the pleasure, so she softly bit bottom one, then as they parted again Sam closed her eyes and offered a silent long moan. Her hips were betraying her, slowly now grinding on those sweet fingers. Trying to make their contact firmer, trying to force the contact onto her clit. Sam found herself offering more space for the young lady to caress, by parting her thighs, and true to her passion the young lady accepted. Now a second finger joined the first rubbing hotly up and down Sam’s panties; one on each side of her sweet lips. As they stroked up to the top the two fingers would squeeze softly together trapping the hooded clit beneath. They never rubbed it though nor allowed any other motion. It was only that tiny radiated pressure, which dragged Sam’s pleasure higher, and yet still the young lady teased. 

Sam tried to be a bit more aggressive in her actions trying to obtain that sweet orgasmic pleasure. She ground faster upon the fingers but the young lady slipped them free, stopping Sam’s mounting pleasure. What was she doing??? Why would she not allow her to cum??? It was almost as if,,,, Suddenly Sam feared she intended to bring her off as the doors opened on the party. Hundreds of people would potentially know of her folly…. Oh God ,, She had to do something,,, there were only 12 floors left… 




The Gift



Sam once again tried to stop the probing hands. She reached down grasped the young ladies arm and pulled yet the young lady fought back by pushing her fingernail between Sam’s lips and dragging it. That motion combined with Sam’s action caused the nail to drag onto her hard clit and Sam gasped out a loud "Ohhh!!" Then as the others within the car looked at her she fought for a solution. "Could you push floor 85 please" she said at last. She knew she had to get off... 

The young lady’s head turned slightly at those words then her fingers worked more furiously. Now she tugged the panties to the side and danced through the soft fur below. Sam’s body shivered with each pass but still she fought to stay in control. She had a plan and only hoped she could get away with it. As floor 83 approached the young lady parted Sam’s lips. 84 she probed delicately along the wet upper rim, then as the bell sounded for 85 she thrust deep inside. Sam’s leg’s convulsed, shivering wildly, then clamped down on the hand. Nervously Sam’s own arms rose and as the doors began to open, then she tugged on the upper two straps of the young lady’s dress. Instantly the dress began to fall way and the young lady’s hands rushed to prevent this. Sam knew this would be her only opportunity and thus roughly pushed past and stepped into the empty hall. She didn’t know where she was going she only knew she had to get away. Suddenly fear entered Sam’s mind perhaps the young lady would follow, and so she allowed herself a momentary glance back. As the doors began to close Sam saw the young lady was still occupied with her dress. It had managed to slip down almost to the top of her breasts, which in turn meant she was in no position to follow. 

Relieved she was at last safe Sam took a moment to just calm herself, and re-adjust her clothes. She could not believe how hot she had gotten during that experience, and now more than ever she was ready for Bill. Any hesitation she might have experienced in propositioning her husband here at a celebrity party was now gone, and thus determined she strode to the elevator, reached out to press the button, and then stopped. As she looked up Sam noted that the elevator was already on the way down, and a shiver of excitement raced through her body. "Oh God", she voiced out loud, "she’s coming back"… Quickly Sam looked about, but there was no place to hide, only darkened offices and the exit sign. The stairs! That was it… As quickly as her high heels would allow, Sam made her way to the stairs then pushed open the door. The deep hollow echo of the door and Sam’s heels seemed especially loud here, and she feared the lady might hear and follow. For a moment Sam looked up and down, then decided up would be the easiest. First she wouldn’t have to worry about heels in climbing the stairs, as going up she’d use the balls of her feet instead of her heels and second in just two floors she would have the safety of numbers since she would emerge into the party. 

Immediately as Sam began rushing up the stairs, she began to worry that the reverberating echo of her passage would alert the young lady. Thus it was that she slowed to take each step carefully, yet as she moved higher and higher, Sam found herself constantly looking over the railing for any sign of her pursuer. When at last she reached the top floor, Sam again paused to adjust her clothes, then pulled open the door. There only a few feet from her stood the same young lady, apparently watching the elevator for sign of Sam’s arrival. It seemed as though, even the presence of a few hundred people, was not enough to alter her desire to ravage Sam’s attention starved body. There she stood just watching,,, just waiting. 

Sam knew if she were to enter the party now that very young lady to notice her and then,,, she shuddered to think of the consequences yet deep inside her fires burned. Trapped now between her own desire for sexual fulfillment, and her fear of where acquiescence to the young lady might bring her Sam froze. She needed her husband, needed him now. Sam knew if she could somehow be with him then the growing curiosity she now felt for the young lady would vanish. 

Desperately she scanned the party for signs of Bill. She knew he would be easy to find since this year he had been wrangled into being Santa for the kids, and thus would be in a Father Christmas suit. Sure enough it took only a moment however Bill was about half way across the room. She could not call out to him, nor walk over without alerting the young lady as well, so Sam stood there contemplating her options. 

Suddenly a very well dressed elderly man peered around the corner startling Sam. His eyes seemed to take a moment to explore her then a wide smile appeared across his face as he said,

"It’s ok darling, you can crash this party as my guest. Come on in." Sam felt the immediate infectious nature of his smile and attitude, and thus smiled back and replied, 

"No thank you, but would you do me the favor of asking Bill to come over?" 

"Bill? Who’s Bill?" Queried the gentleman 

"He’s my husband", Sam offered 

"Hmm, lucky man, came the immediate reply. But what I meant was which one is he? "

"Oh" Sam began realizing how foolish her initial question was. Perhaps it was his smile or perhaps it was due to her immediate desire, but in any event Sam slipped up beside the gentleman placed a hand upon his shoulder and pointed "There that’s him. Santa". Slowly Sam withdrew her hand yet she did not move from her new spot and thus it was that when the gentleman turned his head, his eyes stole a tiny view of Sam’s breasts. 

Smiling the gentleman said "Ok… And I’ll know what to ask him for now as well". With a tiny wink and a stolen caress of Sam’s ass he then made his way through the crowd and delivered the message. 

Moments later the gentleman watched as Sam whispered in Santa’s ear and together they slipped away into the stairway. As the door closed he saw her kissing him with what seemed a great passion, but more than this Santa was caressing her fine round ass. Oh how he wished he could he could be there too. Caressing that hot little ass, and kissing the stocking clad thighs he had felt through her skirt only moments ago. Even if he could just slip up and watch what they were up to, but with this crowd that would be impossible. In the end he could only imagine what was going on behind that closed door. 

Sam could no longer wait for Bill to take action, and thus it was that the moment he was in front of her Sam smothered him with a passion filled kiss. She was surprised at how quickly he succumbed to her advances then realized it was almost exactly what the young lady had done to her. Perhaps there was something in that rushed passionate approach which the body could not resist. She wasn’t about to analyze it now though, and instead allowed her tongue to probe between his lips. For the briefest second before the door closed Sam saw the elderly gentleman still watching, and perhaps it too spurred her on further. 

Sam lifted one of her legs knowing the skirt would fall away and perhaps if the old man liked stockings a Christmas wish of his had been fulfilled. With the final loud click of the doors catch Sam felt her raised leg being caressed. She had waited so long for this and moaned her appreciation, but it was that very sound which caused her to freeze. The moan had echoed through the empty stairwell, but more than that it seemed somehow amplified. Bill had apparently not noticed though, for a moment later his lips moved to the nape of her neck, and her body offered another moan in response. Once again it echoed loudly about them but this time Sam put her hands on Bill’s shoulders and pushed. 

"No!!" She said surprising even herself. "We can’t". Drawing her husbands face back up Sam looked into his confused eyes. "Not here" she continued. Without another word Sam then grabbed him by the hand and lead him up again. One more level took them to a door marked Helipad. It was the roof a place where passion could be found and screams lost to the winds. 

As Sam opened the door to the helipad she paid little attention to her surroundings, all she really wanted was a place she could be alone. Having found it she turned before the door swung closed and pounced on Bill like a ravenous lioness. Her hunger was not to be denied, and she tore into him with such passion that for the moment he was caught off guard. Pressed back, Bill might well have been carried back through the closing door but he too wanted this, and thus quickly recovered. Now it was his turn, and he responded by lifting Sam completely off the ground while kissing his way down the vee of her jacket. 

Oh God!! Sam moaned out. Bill had become a wild man, something she had never believed could happen, yet so longed for. His lips seemed to create instant fires wherever they touched, and Sam found she was already approaching an orgasm. Her hands rose clutching at Bill’s head for support, but when this proved unsatisfactory she tried wrapping her legs about his chest. Perhaps it was this latter action, which spurred him to move forward then turn so Sam could grasp the railing above. Then with her upper body now supported Bill reached down slipped his hands under Sam’s thighs, and lifted. What was he up to? It didn’t take long to find out. Bill continued raising them until at last both slipped over his shoulders and his lips set fire to her thighs. Sam screamed out at that first touch, and her legs clamped hard about his head, yet Bill was not done. His tongue still found space to move and lashed again and again at her lace panties, causing Sam to cum. Her hips flexed wildly up and down, and the tongue eagerly continued, savoring the sensation and motion it had created. 

Scream after scream erupted from Sam’s lips, until at last the waves of pleasure began to subside. Her hips followed suit settling into a slow rocking motion, until suddenly Bill pulled the panties to the slide and slid his tongue deep within Sam’s bush. Ohhhh Sam moaned out again, as her body jerked once then ground harder onto the sweet sensation. Once again Sam’s breathing shifted becoming ever more shallow, rapid and hard, as her body built on the new pleasures. She couldn’t believe Bill was still at it, especially since today it seemed so much sweeter than ever before. It simply drove her wild how his tongue would dance through the wet parted lips, licking teasing up and down, then slowly cover and press her hardened clit. She screamed out again and again yet each time she approached another orgasm Bill would back off holding her from that final release. Her mind asked Why had he never done this to her before, then lost that thought as he once again carried her to the precipice. She was beginning to think she’d lose her very mind when Bill wrapped his lips around her clit’s hood and sucked. The sensation began slowly, and then built, and built, until at last her body arched clean off the wall and she froze in an orgasm. She felt she could no longer breath, yet still Bill held her caressed her and cared for her. His hands were stroking her breasts even though she wasn’t sure when he opened her jacket. Sam had ever felt so utterly satisfied. Slowly she allowed her hips and muscles to relax and equally slowly Bill lowered her back to the ground. 

As he hugged her close Sam could feel Bill’s cock swollen, hard, and throbbing against her leg. Why had he not just screwed her? Why did he wait? Perhaps much like his treatment of her, Bill was hoping for something special from Sam. She reached down and softly grasped it through the loose fitting Santa slacks, then slowly started to rub up and down. She heard Bill’s breath exhale, but then felt his lips burning a path along her neck. The more Sam stroked his cock the more he reciprocated and soon Sam found herself offering soft moans of pleasure. Her breasts had now been released from her bra and she now accepted his lips searing the flesh about her nipples. There was no questioning her actions now; for Sam slowly pushed Bill away turning him in the process until his legs encountered the first step to the helipad walkway. She then lowered herself to her knees, opened and discarded the Santa belt, and grasped the waist of Bill’s slacks. With one rapid tug the slacks collected at his ankles while his cock bobbed like a fisherman’s pole. Slowly now Sam grasped that hot member then with a tiny shove forced Bill to sit upon the step. For just a moment Sam studied Bill’s face beyond the Santa guise, then slowly began stroking the hot member between both hands. Up and down, up and down. She watched the reactions to each stroke, watched as his eyes closed, and as his lips parted. Unlike her own reactions Bill’s were less expressive, yet it seemed as though through those parted lips moans were being silently expressed. She watched as Bill’s tongue passed through his lips, then ever so softly curled to explore the contours of his upper lip before slipping back inside. It struck her suddenly as the most sensuous act she had ever witnessed and thus wondered what other reactions she could provoke. 

Delicately Sam curled a hand around the bulbous head of Bill’s cock then rolled it around and around as her other hand stroked up and down. Bill’s legs stiffened for a moment then seemed to relax as he became accustomed to the sensation yet Sam was not done. Now as her hand rolled around, and around the top she started occasionally slipping it down the shaft as well and after three such strokes she covered the head with her warm lips instead. Bill’s whole body stiffened at that sensation, and Sam heard the long gasp, which preceded Bill’s hips rocking gently up and down. She knew without looking that he was enjoying this, she could feel how the head seemed to swell to an even greater size within the warm confines of her mouth. Slowly she tried exploring lower, licking, sucking, and teasing as she went. All the while Bill’s hips rocked up and down increasing in rhythm until at last Bill surprised her. His hands reached out and cupped her head, and suddenly she braced herself for a wild onslaught yet instead he gently lifted her from his glistening hot member. Sam looked at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise in her eyes, but as his hands began drawing her back to a standing position again. Now they caressed the contours of her body seeking out some unexplored particle until at last they settled upon her panties. For once Sam understood, today he wanted to be inside her instead of within her mouth. No matter how long she had known him she knew she’d never understand. Each time they had sex in the past he had wanted what she offered today freely, and yet today he wanted something else. 

Allowing her panties to be removed Sam then stepped forward yet Bill caressed up the outside of her thighs then applied a tiny pressure. She knew he wanted her to turn, and allowed this, then felt as he guided her back into his lap. Slowly as Sam sank into Bill’s lap she felt his cock pressing against her. She wanted to open her legs and force that hot member inside yet Bill was determined to take this slow and in the end when the head slipped past the velvety portals Sam understood. His cock felt so much bigger this way; so hard, long, and tight within her. At first they began a slow cautious rhythm, but very quickly it continued increasing in intensity until at last the sounds of their moans, screams, and breathing out weighted the sounds of their bodies. 

Bill’s hands wrapped around Sam’s breasts and where delicately squeezing. Sliding again, and again, from the base up to the hard nipples, yet he never squeezed or pressured those tender buds in the least. Sam meanwhile had placed both her hands on the step beside Bill’s body and used them as a pivot point so her body could thrust and grind. Soon she felt the rippling effect of her leg muscles, a precursor to her pending orgasm, and it seemed as though Bill too had become aware. For now Bill’s fingers began teasing Sam’s nipples directly. Squeezing, rolling, and tugging on them in an effort to further increase Sam’s pleasure. She heard herself scream out as the first wave of her orgasm started and had arched her back and body till only the tip of Bill’s hard cock remained inside her. Then Bill used his fingernails to drag hotly up the sides of both nipples and Sam’s body convulsed and slammed back down on him. Instantly another wave began, then swelled to seemingly tidal wave proportions, when Bill’s own cock exploded deep inside. Sam’s body shuddered, yet she held on, remaining with Bill’s cock deep inside, and allowed those sweet jerking pulsations to drive their pleasure. His lips were again setting fire to her neck, while his own breathing was now noticeably short and hard. Sam wished she could kiss him, yet was unwilling to give up her pleasurable perch, and thus remained molded to Bill’s form. She closed her eyes and relished the experience allowing Bill’s hands to glide and caress. 

Sam had no idea how long she stayed there, and in fact couldn’t have cared less, the only thing she wanted was for this feeling to remain. Slowly she opened her eyes, and stared into the emptiness about them. At first it struck her as curious that she was not gazing up at the stars, then realized that the flood lights of the helipad were simply too bright to allow it. Perhaps some day Sam thought, she could re-experience this with Bill upon a beach, where the darkness could envelop them and the stars would wink knowingly at their passion. 

Slowly Sam arched her back and stretched her arms back in a long fluid motion, which perhaps might well have seemed angelic. Then her head slipped from Bill’s chest and rolled forward until at last her body was straight. Smiling Sam then turned and straddled his legs while she kissed him again and again, allowing his hands to roam freely along her thighs. She knew before she even pulled the beard away this was not Bill. She had known it seemed since the beginning, yet even now it did not seem to matter. This man had given her a gift, one that she might well regret later, but for now that gift was cherished. Together Sam and this man kissed and caressed each other for a few more minutes then without so much as a word between them parted. 

Back at home Sam showered, slipped into her favorite silk robe, and waited for Bill’s return. She knew he’d not be pleased that she missed the party, but knew also that would pale, once she explained why. She knew there was a great risk in what she wanted to relate, yet the more she thought about it the more it became necessary. As hour after hour passed, Sam began replaying the teases, tortures and pleasures she had experienced over the last few days. She understood now what Karen had always tried to tell her, but more than this she wished to continue experiencing these,,, and more!!. She so loved how this day had turned out but more than that she found these new experiences filled her life with color. It seemed as though she had been living in a black and white world up until now, but tonight that world blossomed into a carnival of wonders. Her body, which had been through so much over the past week, was now free from the tension, and frustration it had experienced. As a result it just naturally seemed to relax, and soon Sam had fallen into a long peaceful sleep. 

Perhaps it had been the sweetness of it, or the soft rhythmic tones, which now invaded Sam’s consciousness, but in any event Sam awoke to a darkened room. For a moment she just lay there unwilling to move as her body felt so good, so wet, so satisfied. So wet? Slowly Sam shifted an arm slipping it under her body and caressed through her soft fur. It was indeed wet, very wet, yet it no longer burned, or ached with desire. Sam couldn’t remember having a dream, and knew it couldn’t possibly be from earlier in the evening, yet the fact remained she was wet. Instead of harping on that though Sam was also aware of something else. Somewhere in the background there was a soft sort of murmuring, which as she concentrated upon it became clear was talking. 




The Gift



At first Sam just lay there trying to make out who it was and what they were saying, yet from this place it was impossible. Slowly she rolled onto her back, and then stretched full out with her arms above her head. God she felt good now… Arching her back until only her head and shoulders remained on the mattress Sam then rolled up into a sitting position. She stretched again, then swung her legs off the bed, and onto the floor. Standing Sam then proceeded towards the voice, but before she had reached the door to the bedroom she knew who was speaking. It was Bill, yet it was still unclear to whom he was talking. 

As she reached for the doorknob Sam noticed her hand shook. It seemed she was more nervous about talking with Bill then she had imagined. Perhaps it might well be best to forget that folly and carry on with life. Sam now understood about teasing and seduction, and perhaps if she tried merging the two her life would be complete. By day she could continue teasing, flirting, and allowing her own passions to grow, then by night she could ravage Bill as a result. Carefully she turned the knob and pulled the door towards her, yet still she did it in such a way as to be as quiet as possible. She guessed it was just her body’s way of building up its courage. Courage to face Bill, and the scrutiny he’d inflict, although if the butterflies were any indication it wasn’t working. Sam managed three steps towards the living room when she stopped dead in her tracks. It wasn’t the fear, which caused it though, for suddenly Bill’s conversation had penetrated and she couldn’t believe what she heard.

Ohhh God it was incredible, you should have seen it. When I got to the party I saw the most incredible lady, getting out of a black Jag. She could have been a relative of Sam the likeness was so sharp yet this lady was,,, Classy...

Ok she made my heart stop. She was down right sexy. She had the longest sexiest legs you could imagine, and she knew how to use every inch of what God gave her. She wore the sexiest suit you have ever seen too. A deep low cut jacket no blouse only a black lace bra, and the skirt well it must have been comprised of ribbons as each step she took those legs flashed and teased....

Stilettos of course black lacy ones, with shear seamed stockings. God I’m drooling just thinking about them...

Well she flashed the valet and he got so flustered he wrecked the ambassador’s car. It didn’t bother her in the least though. She just smiled and strutted off to the party... 

Well with the commotion and all from the accident, I got caught up in the crowd and lost her for a while, but I figured dressed as she was she had to be heading for the party...

I did follow. I caught the very next elevator, but when I got there she wasn’t there...

No you couldn’t miss her in a crowd of a thousand much less a crowd of two hundred...

Well as I was trying to think where she might have gone, I saw her chatting up the Ceo...

Yeah I thought the same thing lucky bastard, but he just patted her butt and went to talk with Daniel...

You know Officer Gibson...

Yeah that’s right he took my place as Santa tonight... 

Yeah I thought the same thing if I hadn’t changed would she have mistaken me and screwed my brains out?...

Well when Daniel came over to her she practically examined his stomach with her tongue...

Yeah she just jumped him and started right there in the stairway...

No I couldn’t follow. The Ceo was standing right there, and if I’d opened the door with them making out, well shit Daniel would have been in a world of trouble. Not a very nice thank you for taking my place don’t you think... 

I know...

I know... 

So what do you think I did, I had to see more of her. I mean my God she was dressed to kill and it was killing me not to see her...

Well I went back into the elevator went down one floor then walked up...

No that’s just the thing they were gone. I searched all over the party but they were nowhere to be found. I had just started kicking myself for losing her when an emergency came up...

No just a sec let me tell you. The emergency turned out to be trouble on the roof. It seemed that the president of Taccoma Industries was flying in...

Yeah, you guess it. They were making out on the roof by the Helipad and the security called me since they didn’t want the president to see. Well I went to the security booth and sure enough there they were making out like wild cats on the security camera... The president was calling in to advise he was on the way and I had to ask him to wait just a moment before approaching the building...

Well shit he wasn’t about to do that, so I had to explain to him what was going on and asked that he give me a moment to clear the "traffic” so that his wife and guests would not be shocked. Damit if he didn’t almost laugh his ass off. He told me in no uncertain terms to disturb them. I was to let Santa give his gifts, and to advise only when the sleigh and reindeer had departed...

Yeah our president can you beat that?...

Well the security guys and I dutifully watched Santa park his sleigh, again and again and again until finally both had to be exhausted. I mean shit man she must have cum a dozen times. Then, when the roof was cleared I advised the president. Then you know what happened?...

No Evelyn the president’s wife wanted to know if the security guys made a tape...

No shit...

Well I looked at them, they looked at each other , then finally nodded yes...

Yep you got it Evelyn wanted the tape...

Well after that I had to go relieve myself, if you know what I mean and couldn’t wait to get home to my Sam...

No I still don’t know why she didn’t show up, But I’ll tell you this. There was such a Christmas present for me when I got home...

Sam was asleep on our bed wearing only her short red silk robe. She was lying on her stomach with one leg straight and the other slightly bent. I could see her hot pussy just begging for attention...

No I didn’t wake her how could I. She was a veritable angel laying there...

What am I nuts? Of course I fucked her. I was still aching from the hot scene on the roof that I slipped out of my slacks and just slipped it inside her...

Hell no. She was so wet it just glided in...

Dam straight she came. At least twice by my count...

Ohh she’s sleeping now, but I may just go and wake her again, if you get my meaning... 

Ohh Man, if Sam dressed like that, I’d be home early every night...

What’s that...

That’s a good idea...

No. I’m not sure, but perhaps Sam’s friend Karen can tell me where to buy it...

Make a great Christmas gift... 

Later that same night Samantha makes her own phone call....

Hi Karen, you have to do me a favor. Bill’s going to call you to help him find a business suit for me for Christmas. He is going to want the one you bought for me...

No I can’t explain now. Just tell him you think you know what he wants and you’ll buy it for him ok. I’ll explain everything later...

No later. I can’t talk now, I’m just going to bed,,,, again. But believe me you are going to be shocked.



The Gift



It was just after lunch when she called, her voice full of joy and happiness, as she cried down the phone "It's here, the package, I am so excited." I tried to calm her, but she was very excited, "Can you some home now?" she asked.

"I will not be home till midnight, gut, you may open the package, but you must remember, it is for ME to use first time, not you." I gave her permission to open it, listening as she ripped at it, then heard her screaming " An egg vibe, WOW/ The Pleasure Orb, OH MY GOD YES, please come home Sir, please now."

Unfortunately I knew I would not be home till at least midnight, and gave her instructions on how to prepare herself for me, I smiled softly, at her obvious pleasure, and the thoughts of the coming night. 

I was lucky enough to get away a little early, arriving home at just after 11.20; Opening the door, I dropped my jacket on the table in the hallway, and kicked off my shoes, before entering the lounge. She was there, waiting for me, leaning against the arm of the couch.

That sensual smile on her lips, as she knew just what she was doing to me, she had followed my instructions, and looked delicious, in her red silk peephole bra, trimmed with black, and the matching crotch less panties and garter belt. The red stockings pulled tight, and her red heels. I stood, watching, as she fingered herself, sliding them in and out seductively, looking deep into my eyes.

I whispered to her

"You may cum now," and she threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy, as her legs began shaking, and she came, hard, very hard, soaking her hand. Giving her time to recover, I sat in my chair, removing my tie, and opening two buttons on my shirt, as I watched her. Smiling sweetly, she looked at me, and I nodded to her.

She strolled towards me, and stood before me, offering her fingers, I pulled her hand closer, and started to lick them softly, tasting her wine, rolling my tongue around them. Opening my mouth, I took them in, sucking on them, as loves to suck my cock, savouring the taste and flavours. I released her slowly; she slid to her knees, and gently removed my socks, kissing each toe in turn, before placing my slippers on my feet, and my drink on the table by my chair. "Right then, where is it," I asked.

"Right here Sir," she replied, and passed me the package, I removed the video, which was of no interest to me, and handed it too her, then I reached for the vibrating egg. Noticing, with great dismay, that she had opened the packaging, and made a futile attempt to reseal it.

I looked at her, then at the egg, and she lowered her eyes, whispering, "I just had to look Sir, I couldn't help it."

Angry know, I spoke sternly to her, 

"So, again you disobey me, why, might I ask?"

"I did not think you would mind Sir"

"Think, THINK! Did I give you permission to think slut?"

"No Sir," she whimpered, "and I know I will be punished Sir, and I deserve it, I am sorry Sir, truly I am."

Taking her by the left arm, I literally dragged her to the dining table, and pushed her, face down onto it, quickly tying her wrists to the legs, leaving her feet on the floor. My voice rasping, "Yes slut, you must be punished."

As I strode back to the lounge, returning with my flogger. "Spread your legs," I ordered, as I stood behind her, watching as she shuffled her feet apart. Looking closely, I could see her pussy glistening, her cum shining in the lights, and trickling down her thigh, wet, sticky, perfect spanking lubrication. Holding the flogger, with the handle upright, I slid it along her wet slit, coating it in her cum and juices, then without warning, I pushed it deep, right into her cunt, as she gasped and screamed. Twisting it inside her, sliding it in and out, getting it covered, as she moaned in pleasure. "Silence bitch," I ordered, as she squirmed against the flogger. I withdrew it, as quickly as I had inserted it, and started to wipe it, on the cheeks of her ass.

Spreading her juices with my fingers, making her skin glisten. Taking hold of her hair, I pulled her head back, and hit her ass with the flogger, hard, THWACK.

She cried out "Thank you Sir," I said "LOUDER", and hit her again, harder, and she screamed "Oh God, THANK YOU SIR."

Dropping the flogger, I softly rubbed her cheeks, the redness so plain to see.

Kissed her cheeks softly, letting my tongue caress her, to ease away the pain, as I slid my fingers into her, sliding them in and out slowly, releasing her tension, as she sighed in pleasure. I whispered, "Have you learned your lesson now slut?" "Yes Sir," she replied, "and thank You Sir, for correcting me."

I released her wrists, and held her close, as she rubbed them lightly, kissing her hair as I cuddled her., She looked into my eyes, a pleading look, as her soft lips mouthed "The EGG Sir."

I nodded to her, and we moved to the bedroom, as she carried the egg reverently, her smile wider than I had ever seen before. Standing by the bed, we kissed softly, her sucking my tongue gently, as I caressed her body, before she slowly undressed me. Opening my shirt, kissing each button as she did so, then pulling the shirt aside, to kiss and nip at my nipples. She opened my pants, and let them fall to the floor, waiting, as I stepped out, and kicked them away. I watched closely, as she looked up at me, and took hold of my cock, through my shorts. I smiled and nodded, as she grasped me tightly, pulling the silk close to my throbbing cock, and wrapped her lips round the head, suckling on me. I let her do this for about a minute, then I spoke to her, saying "that is enough slut, time for other things." She lifted her head, smiling weakly, and taking the waistband in her teeth, she lowered my shorts, waited till I had stepped from them, and then folded them carefully.

We kissed again, my hard cock digging into her as she pulled me close. Breaking from the kiss, I held her close, whispering to her

"Is my whore ready to serve her Master?"

"Yes Sir, in any way that You may desire." She answered. 

I told her to lie down, and quickly restrained her wrists to the bed head. Then swiftly moved to the kitchen, returning with the ice bucket, and a very ripe peach. Placing them on the bedside table, I leaned over to kiss her, letting my tongue play around her lips, licking her, then nibbling softly, as she moaned into my mouth. I let my right hand cover her breast, wobbling it a little, making her squirm beneath me, knowing she wanted more, and more.

Holding her right breast with my hand, I started squeezing, and eased apart the slit for her nipple to peep through, watching as it rose to me, then taking it in my teeth, I pulled it up, stretching her. She was moaning in delight, I took hold of the other nipple, pulling on them both, and shaking her tits, as she came again, screaming out my name. Releasing them, I took an ice cube from the ice bucket, and told her to stick out her tongue. I placed the ice on it, and left it there, while I took a bite from the peach, looking at her, the juice running down my chin. Taking the ice from her tongue, I kissed her, letting the fruit fall into her mouth, and then sucking her cold tongue. As we kissed, I stretched my hand out, down her body, and quickly slid the ice into her pussy, she screamed, almost biting my tongue off. 

I moved away, chuckling a little, and smiled down at her, as I unfastened the peephole bra between her tits, watching them settle gently, just the rise and fall of her heavy breathing moving them. Taking hold of her left one I squeezed it hard, and ground the peach onto the nipple, pushing down, using the part where I had bitten into it. Followed by the same on the other one, and finally, holding the peach above her, I squeezed that, and watched as flesh and juice, dripped into the valley between her tits. Leaning over her, I licked in the valley, sucking on the sides of her tits, tasting the luscious peach, then, I let some dribble, from my mouth into hers, watching her eyes as she licked at the juice and flesh.

I placed the peach by her mouth, to allow here to bite it, and as she did so, I quickly lowered my head, bit her right nipple, and tugged on it, twisting it left and right, as she again cried out.

Putting the peach down, I relaxed my grip, and started sucking her nipple softly, as my hand caressed her other nipple, rolling and tweaking. I sucked harder then, taking up al of the peach residue, from both nipples, as she was sighing and moaning. My right hand was resting on her stomach, as her body writhes, I slid it lower, onto her freshly shaven mound.

Marvelling at the silkiness there, then lower, touching her clit, wiggling it, from side to side. Her body bucking by now, as she cried out "Please Master, let me cum, please," my answer was a stern "No, not yet." And I slid two fingers deep into her pussy, feeling the ice water trickle out, as she cried out again. Leaning over to her mound, I sucked her clit as she shuddered, begging me for release.

AT last I relented, moved between her legs and opened her cunt lips wide, and whispered, "CUM bitch, flood your Masters mouth now, let Him have his nectar, from His sluts Cunt, His cunt, now and forever bitch." She exploded, a virtual torrent squirting into my throat, as I licked at her, sliding my finger in her ass, fucking it, to maintain her orgasm, keep her cumming hard. I stood, walked to the table, leaving her in the throes of orgasm as I picked up the egg, and slid it from its box.

It wasn't that big, about the size of a real egg,

colored purple, and with a soft almost rubbery skin, a little like jelly with little bumps all over it. It was attached to the control box by a thin wire, and had variable speed settings. "For maximum pleasure use lubrication" it said, smiling I thought "Not with my Princess baby."

I switched it on, slow speed, and held it against my tongue, as it made a soft buzzing noise. I was surprised, as it seemed to ripple across my tongue, wave after wave delighting me, I could see now why she wanted this. I walked slowly back to the bed, holding the egg in my lips, her eyes were wide and bright, as she watched me. I turned the speed up, hearing the buzz getting louder, and leaned over her, lowering my head to her breast. I squeezed with my hand, and touched the egg to her nipple; she shook visibly, crying out "Oh My God," as I circled her hard erect peak. Moving slightly, I dropped the egg into her valley, and pushed her tits together, trapping it between them, she was squirming in delight already, and I had hardly started yet. Biting and pulling on her nipples, as the egg vibrated, and she writhed on the bed, I had a sudden thought. Standing, I removed the egg, laid it on the bed, and opened the drawer in the bedside table.

I could tell she knew what I was doing, as she started shaking her head, but to no avail. I held her still, and paced the blindfold over her eyes.

Now she truly was at my mercy. Pouring myself a drink, I sat on the bed, and removed the egg, turning it off. Sipping the drink slowly I watched her. Sweet rosy lips, full and swollen from our kissing and nibbling; her tits, rising and falling, slightly faster than normal, as she was breathing heavily now, the anticipation building inside her. Her legs were open a little, slightly moving each time she tried to free her bonds, but she, and I, knew she was wasting her time; she was secured tightly. Finally, I finished my drink, put the glass aside, and moved to her, parting her legs, and settling between them. I left the Pleasure Orb on the bed for now, as I placed my mouth as close to her sex as I could, without touching her. Gently breathing hot air onto her, just blowing it lightly onto her wet slit, I touched her, with the tip of my index finger, sliding it along her lips, back and forth slowly.

Gradually getting it covered in her sweet juices, then licking it, letting her hear my delight at her taste.

I picked up the egg, and turned it on at the lowest setting, just the quiet buzz filling the room, as she lay there in expectant silence. She jumped, as I touched her clit, pulling the hood away, to reveal its glory, and rubbing it gently. I moved the egg closer as she started moaning softly, then, very gingerly, pressed it to her clit. She screamed so loud, almost dropped it, I was stunned at her reaction, and pressed harder, feeling her shaking beneath my hands, Holding it in place with my left hand, I entered her with two fingers, sliding them in and out in a regular rhythm. Gripping them immediately, she started to spasm, coning in a torrent, splashing my hand as her hips bucked and bounced. Her breath in short gasps, and her head rocking from side to side.

I pulled away slightly, stunned at her response, I mean, good God, it was only an egg, yet here she was, on a seemingly endless orgasm. I moved closer again, pressing the egg to her lips, opening her, the packaging had said use lube, not with this river flowing. Using my mouth, I pushed it inside her, my tongue in her love hole, as she screamed again. Leaning back, and holding the control box, I increased the speed gradually, right up to maximum. For the first time in my life, that night, I saw a woman in absolute ecstasy, perfect passion, as she cried and rocked, her whole body shaking violently. She just could not stop cumming, and screaming out "Oh God YESSSSSSS," as the sweat gathered on her brow.

I reduced the speed gently, and pulled the egg free, as she lay there, panting, and crying, but not tears of pain, but joy. I stood, and, holding the egg in my lips, moved to her head, using my fingers to open her mouth, and lowered the egg in. I could se how confused she was when I lifted my head, but she soon realised what I had done, and started to savour her tastes. Stroking my cock as I watched her, so excited myself now, I just had to take her. I pulled the egg from her mouth, and ripped away the blindfold, let her see my cock, ready to enter her, as I lifted her legs to my shoulders, and let my cock glide deep onto her wetness, as she sighed in contentment, knowing how quick this would be. I could not hold back, pushing on her legs, raising her cunt higher.

Thrusting, deeper and deeper, pounding her pussy like an animal out of control. Fucking her as hard as I had ever done, as her cunt gripped me, drawing me in, squeezing me. I wanted to hold back, but lust was taking over completely, driving me on and on. My legs stiffened, as my balls tightened. I had to let it go, cumming deep inside her, exploding, my cock a volcano in full eruption, as her lava flow hit mine, both crying out, in orgasmic excellence. She flowing as I spurted, held in a vice like grip, it seemed to last forever, until finally, I collapsed on her, feeling her kissing and hugging me. Holding each other close, as we tried to calm ourselves, to control our breathing. I kissed her, tenderly, lovingly, and whispered, 

"What do you think? Shall we keep the egg, or send it back?"



The Gift



While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and hearing my wife with another man didn't seem to ever come close to being realized. I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a massive cock. I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off. She claimed to enjoy the sensation of two organs in her at the same time. Yet, afterwards reality returned. She had no desire to have anyone in her bed but me. 

And so I turned to literotica.com for the fictional and semi-fictional descriptions of others who had enjoyed the fulfillment of this fantasy. Occasionally I would share the writings with her, demonstrating that it was not a unique or unusual fantasy, and that others had tried and liked the experience. It was at the same time that I realized that vocalizations were an incredible turn-on for me. While I cared little for "talking dirty," just the sound of an "Oh, that feels good," or a "do it softer, harder, etc." made me wild with desire. We agreed to practice that aspect in our sex lives. She said she could take it or leave it, but assented to verbalizing her feelings for me. Within six months, she was talking a blue streak and our sex life had never been better. We began to experiment with different things: sexy underwear, sensual massages, different positions. She settled on doggie style as her favorite. 

"It feels wonderful and somehow kinda dirty," she said, "like I'm being taken. It's very exciting." 

"Now you know how I feel when you talk to me," I responded. "It is exciting. And the idea of you being taken is also exciting. That's why I'd like to see you with another guy."

Her second favorite position was astride me. 

"It gives me the feeling of being in control. I like that sometimes," she said. 

She paused one evening, while riding me and asked, "Tell me about your fantasy. What do you imagine?"

And so, as she rode me, I conjured up the scene I'd played in my mind dozens of times. But while the pictures were vivid, the words caught in my throat. My mouth was dry and my heart raced as I tried to vocalize my dreams.

"Come on, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Tell me what you want me to do." I closed my eyes, thinking the privacy of darkness would allow me to speak. I put my hands on her hips as she slowly moved her pelvis back and forth, riding up and down my cock.

"Sometimes I imagine that there's some hot guy you've met. A guy who is really sexy and just turns you on. A guy you want to fuck. No make love to, just fuck. I imagine you right here in our bedroom."

"Yeah? And what are we doing?" she quietly prodded.

"You're sitting on the end of the bed and you're sucking his cock. He's sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. His cock is really big, and it's hard for you to fit it all in. Sometimes, you have to catch your breath and you just take it in your hands and stroke it. And he's playing with your tits. He's squeezing them and pinching your nipples until they're really hard."

"What else are we doing?" She placed her hands over mine as I kneaded her breasts.

"You ask him if he likes your tits. And he says, 'yeah', that he really does. So you push them together with your hands and squeeze them around his cock and he begins to tit-fuck you. When his cock slides up between your breasts you lick the head of it."

"Sounds like fun. But what about me? I must be getting pretty hot by this time."

"Yeah. So you lay back on the bed, propped up on the pillows and spread your legs for him. You run your hands up and down the insides of your thighs. He stands and just watches you for a minute. Then he crawls up between your legs and lowers his mouth to your cunt. You close your eyes as he begins to lap at your pussy. I can see his tongue sliding up and down your wet slit."

"Wait! You're there, too? Watching us?" She stops riding my hard-on until I continue.

"He doesn't know it. He thinks you're all alone. I'm in the closet watching all this through the two way mirror."

"Really? And do you like what you see? Do you like watching him go down on me? Does it make you hard?"

"Yes, it really turns me on. I've got my cock in my hand and I'm stroking myself while he eats your pussy."

"So, does he ever fuck me?" She lowered herself to whisper in my ear. "Does he stick his cock in me?" With her laying on me like this, I could reach around and run my hands up and down her behind, grazing the crack of her ass with my fingers and tickling her asshole.

"He wants to put your legs up over his shoulders and fuck you hard and deep like that. But you won't let him. Instead, you make him lie down and you turn your back to him and lower yourself down on his hard cock. This way you can look up at me through the mirror, knowing I'm in there, stroking myself while you fuck him on the other side of the glass. You rub your hands across your tits and up and down your stomach and thighs. Sometimes you touch your clit while his cock buried inside you. And you watch yourself in the mirror, looking at me, and I watch you back through it."

Describing it like a porn movie, with my wife as the star made her incredibly aroused. She bucked on me, squeezing me with her cunt muscles and screaming the arrival of each new orgasm. 

Afterwards, during the snuggling session, she said, "Do you really want to do all that?"

"Oh, it's my fantasy. I know it'll never come true, but it's fun to think about, I replied. "Don't you have one you'd like to see come true?"

"Not that's as hot as that," she said. "I guess I'll just share yours."

We celebrated my 39th birthday on a Friday night. The house was full of friends and a few relatives. Balloons and streamers hung everywhere. We had wine, beer, snacks, and of course, birthday cake. The gifts were decent and I was feeling warm and welcomed in my group of friends and kinfolk. A single guy from my wife's workplace, Patrick, was also in attendance. I had seen him several times, but we had never really gotten to know each other. Throughout the evening, Patrick, or Rick, as my wife called him, wore a small red bow on his lapel. 

"Are you into AIDS support?" I asked, indicating the ribbon. 

"I'm not really an activist. No, Sarah asked me to wear this," he answered.

The party broke up at about eleven. Most of our friends had to work on Saturday. The relatives all had children with baby-sitters they had to collect. As the guests filtered out, my wife would wish them well and thank them for coming. Eventually, the only ones left were Rick, Sarah, my wife, and me. 

"A real nice party, Sarah," I said. "Thank you." 

"The best is yet to come," Sarah giggled. I suspected she'd had a touch too much of the wine. 

"Really?" 

"You haven't asked about my present, yet," she said. 

"Well, I thought the party..." I began. 

"Was just the start," she smiled. "Did you see Rick's red bow?" 

"He said you asked him to wear it I replied, somewhat proud of my detective work. 

"Did he tell you why?" Sarah inquired. 

"No. Just that you told him to wear it." 

"Rick is going to be my present to you," Sarah said with finality. What the hell? I looked at Rick. He shrugged. 

"You are to go upstairs, birthday boy, undress, and seat yourself in the leather Mexican chair in our bedroom," Sarah instructed me. "Do you understand me?" She had said she sometimes likes to be in control, but I had never expected this!

"Yes, I understand the words. . ."

"Rick and I will be up in a few minutes," she said. "Oh," she continued, "and before I forget," she held out a triangle of black cloth. ""Form this into a blindfold and tie it on yourself." 

I leapt for the stairs. In the room, I stripped, folded the triangular cloth into a blindfold and tied it and sat in the hard backed armchair as Sarah instructed me. I sat there, my mind racing through a variety of scenarios while I waited for Rick and Sarah to arrive. 

"Oh dear," Sarah exclaimed in a mocking tone as she walked into he room. "This won't do! The chair is turned wrong. Stand up, David," she instructed. I stood. She shuffled the chair around then led me by the hand to the newly situated seat. 

"Now you're facing the corner, like you're supposed to. And, no cheating. Rick, will you help me bind him to the chair?" 

"If that's what you want," Rick answered. My arms were tied to the chair arms with strips of cloth. Then my ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. 

"There," Sarah pronounced. "I don't think he can move out of there, do you?"

"I don't see how," Rick responded. 

Suddenly my wife's lips were at my ear. I could feel her hot breath as she whispered, "Remember. You asked for this. Tonight, I'm going to let Rick fuck me. And you're going to hear it all." My heart leapt in my throat and my gut did a serious flip. She was really going to do it. 

"Kiss me, Rick," she ordered. I strained to hear the joining of their mouths and and wet slurping of their tongues dueling each other. My wife groaned gently. 

"Oh, that is so nice. You're a wonderful kisser, Rick." Then the sound of more smacking and slurping. 

"I think we should take off our clothes, don't you?" I heard my wife say. 

Then, "Here, let me help you with your belt." I heard the tinkle of metal as she unlatched the buckle. 

"Why, Rick? Are you hot for me already?" Sarah giggled. I heard Rick groan this time. 

"Oh, that's a wonderful cock, Rick. Do you mind if I kiss it?" I strained at my bonds, briefly and turned my head to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse through the bottom of the blindfold. But I had done too good a job. All I could see was blackness. My ears stretched to hear. There was a smacking, then a small moan from Rick. I could visualize my wife taking the head of his cock between her lips. I let out my own groan. 

"David must be able to hear me sucking on your cock, Rick. Can you hear that, David?" 

"Yes," I breathed. 

"He has a wonderful cock, David. All hard and velvety smooth. I'm going to lick and suck on it now," she told me. The picture danced through my mind. I could see her licking his length in my imagination, then taking him between her lips and sucking him into his mouth. Her small groan indicated to me she had engulfed him. I listened to the silence as she worked on him. Very small sounds emanated from the two as she sucked on his dick. My own cock was rock hard with the anticipation. 

"Very nice," she pronounced. "But I don't want you to come too fast. I'm going to finish undressing for Rick, now, David. First, my T-shirt. Did you know I wasn't wearing a bra tonight, David? Rick found that out when he caressed my breasts while I was sucking his dick. Now my T-shirt is off and he can see them. You can kiss them and suck on the nipples, if you like, Rick. I like that." 

My wife let out a low, wavering "ohhhhh" sound. I knew that Rick had affixed his lips to a nipple and was tonguing it. 

"Mmmmm," Sarah cooed. "That feels wonderful. Now I'm sliding off my jeans while Rick sucks on my breasts. Mmmm. All I have left on are my red panties; you know, the little ones you bought me from Frederick's, David?" I did know, indeed. They were little more than a red patch with three strings.

"I'll bet you'd like to take these off, Rick," my wife teased. "That's right, hook your fingers in the strings and just slide them down my hips." I knew my wife was standing naked in front of a man I barely knew. 

"Do you like how I shaved my little patch for you, Rick? Just a thumbnail of hair. You'll find everything else is baby smooth down there." Patrick groaned and Sarah yelled, "oooooo!" It was obvious to me that Rick had buried himself in Sarah's almost naked thatch. 

"Nice tongue!" she exclaimed. "But, wait! Let me lie on the bed so you can reach me easier." I heard the sound of pressure on our bed. 

"Now, baby. Now, come eat my pussy," Sarah beckoned. This time there was plenty of noise for me to discern. As Rick licked and slurped at my wife's cunt she moaned and whimpered, calling instructions to him throughout. "Oh, yes. Lick my clit. Ummmm, yes. Like that. Oh, baby. I'm so close to coming. Now, fuck me with your tongue. Ooh, yes. Just like that. Rub your nose on my clit and fuck me with your tongue. That's right. You hear, David? Rick is making me cum. Ooh! Ohh, mmm, yes. Just like that....oh, that was a good one. Now, just the clit, very softly. It's ready for your lips. Suck it in your mouth, Rick, and tease it with your tongue. Ohh. Good. Oh, you're very good. Make me come again, Rick. Lick the length. That's it. Now suck the inner folds in your mouth and tongue my clit. Mmm. Oh, yesss," she hissed. 

My mind whirled with the image of my wife, on her back in our bed, with Rick's head buried between her thighs, his lips, teeth and tongue working on my wife's sex. My prick throbbed and bobbed. I strained at my bonds again, desperate to touch myself and relieve the cum building in my loins. "Oh, god!" I moaned. 

Sarah's lips were at my ear again, her breath steamy hot on the side of my face. "Are you enjoying this, David? Do you like to hear your wife being eaten and licked by another man?" 

"Mmm, oh, yes," I moaned. "I wish I could see." 

"You'll get your chance. But, for now, I'm going to let Rick fuck me, fuck me from behind, the way we do it. Is that what you want?" 

"Yes, yes! Let me see it!" 

"No, not yet. First, you'll have to listen to it." Sarah left my side. ""My pussy is all hot and wet for you, Rick. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like this." The bed rustled as I heard Sarah crawl on it. 

"Give me your cock, baby. That's it. Slide it up and down my slit. Mmm. Like that. Now, put it in me. That's it. Slowly. I can feel the head right at the entrance. Push slowly. Nice. You feel how wet my pussy is? Slide it in me. Ooh. I feel all filled up with it. All the way, now. Push it in. Ohh, that's heaven." In my mind I could see her kneeling on the bed, Rick behind her, his cock sliding slowly into her. She always wriggled a little as it went in, making that "Ooh" noise. 

"Rick's got his hot, hard dick buried all the way in me now, David. I love the feel of it inside me. Now, Rick, very slowly, fuck me. Fuck me slowly." There was no sound as his cock slid silently in and out of her. I surmised that the noise would start when she couldn't stand it anymore and directed him to pound into her. 

"Ohh. Feels so good. Mmm. Keep stroking me just like that. I'm rocking backwards to take all of him in me, David. Mmm. What a wonderful feeling. It's like I can almost feel every ridge and vein on his hard cock. Ohh. Okay, Rick, faster now. Make me cum, Rick. Ooh. Faster. Harder." Now I could hear the slap as he pounded into her. Her wet pussy made nasty slurping noises as he drove into her. 

"Yes, Rick. Hard. Fast. Just like that. Ohh. Mmmmmmm." Suddenly there was a sound from Sarah I'd never heard before. It was almost a shriek. It started with a high pitched "Eeeeeee" and ended with a low, warbling "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" sound. 

"Rick just put a wet finger in my ass," Sarah breathed. "Oh, oh, oh, it's incredible. Mmm. Oh, god! I'm cumming. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she started to yell. In my mind I saw her pushing her ass toward him, banging back at him, clutching him with her cunt muscles. The slap, slap, slap sounds got faster and faster as they beat their bodies together. My wife screamed, "Aww shit! Awww shit! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Then there was the sound of several grunts. I heard Rick's guttural, "Unnnhhh." I knew he was shooting his load into Sarah. The noises in the room ceased, except for my wife's breathless repetition, "Oh, my god. Oh, my god." 

"That was incredible," I offered from my chair. 

"You're not kidding," Sarah said from the bed. The next thing I knew she was at my side. 

"How's little Mr. Stiffie doing?" she asked. 

"He's ready to shoot at the first touch." I felt her fingernail scrape up the side surface. 

"Like that?" she teased. 

"Certainly not too much more." 

"Well, he's going to have to wait," she responded. "Rick, you can use the bathroom down the hall to get ready for the next act," Sarah told him. I heard him pad out of the room. "So, how's your birthday so far?" she asked.

"So far, it has been thoroughly delightful." She untied the blindfold. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. I saw my wife standing next to me, nude. Come was dribbling down the inside of her thigh. "You're going to make a mess," I offered. 

She looked down, then scooped up the dribble on her finger. She looked at it a second, then smeared it over the bulging bulb at the top of my cock. 

"Please don't do that," I pleaded with her. 

"Why not? I'm going to take care of it." With that, she leaned over and licked the head of my dick. 

"If you do that, I'm going to shoot my load in your mouth." 

"No you won't," she said, confidently. "Not until later tonight." She licked Rick's come off my dick and then ran into the bathroom. 

"What's act two?" I yelled to her. 

"You'll see," she yelled back. "Happy birthday!" 

"Thank you." 

She was right. I did see. She and Rick helped me turn my chair around. I got to see my wife suck Rick's cock until he got hard again. Then I watched as he lay underneath her in a sixty-nine. He ate my wife's pussy while she sucked his cock. Then, she turned around on him and I watched as his dick disappeared into my wife's cunt as she slid down on him. She rode him like a stud pony, milking him and bouncing on him until she came while he pumped another load of his essence into her. She left me tied to the chair, and once again, spread the remains of his come on my stiff rod, then licked it off. 

"I like the way his come tastes," she said. "That was act two. We should be ready for act three in about thirty minutes." She and Rick cleaned up and went, naked, to fetch the three of us drinks. When they returned, Sarah fed me from her glass while Rick savored his own. Though I desperately wanted to come, Sarah sat back casually while we drank and eventually I began to wilt. 

"So, tell me, Rick. Did you ever envision a night like tonight?" I asked. 

"Actually, I did," he responded. "Sarah came to me last week and said, 'My husband wants to watch me fuck another man. You're the man I've chosen.' I was a bit shocked but flattered and very excited. This has been everything I'd imagined." 

"And, it's not over yet," Sarah said. "Time for act three." 

"And, just what is act three," I inquired. 

"If you think you can behave yourself, we'll untie you." 

"I'll behave," I promised. 

As the pair undid my bonds, Sarah outlined act three. "I told you I liked the way Rick's come tasted. So I'm going to suck him off while you fuck me from behind. Go lie on the bed, Rick," she ordered. Rick lay down on the bed. My wife crawled up between his legs and began to lick and suck at his limp organ. 

"What about me?" I asked. 

"When you get hard, you can fuck me," Sarah said. "You can watch me blow Rick, if that's what turns you on, or you can eat me. Whatever works for you." I dove into my wife's pussy. I lapped and slurped, nibbled and licked. My member grew hard as hell within a few minutes. Then I stood behind her and slid it in. I fucked her as hard as ever I had. Her cunt was wet and loose from having already been fucked once that night. In our haste sometimes my cock would slip out and slide between the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, I considered shoving it her rear. But then Sarah reached back and grabbed my cock to stuff it back in her cunt. Rick told me the experience of feeling her mouth on him, jerked by the reaction to my fucking her was as exciting as anything he'd ever felt. My darling Sarah sucked and licked him until he was ready to shoot his load. He warned her he was ready to cum. When she heard that, Sarah took the head between her lips and sucked his little hole mightily, sucking every drop out of him, rolling it around in her mouth and swallowing. Just as she finished, I felt her cunt muscles grab at my dick. I thrust into her as she screamed her orgasm, and felt mine explode from my engorged balls. 




The Gift



"The Contract"

A proleptic event

Power of Attorney

You hold the envelope up to the light, as if to see through it. You turn it over, weighing it in your hands. Holding it to your nose, you can almost detect a scent of perfume, vanilla with a hint of amber, spicy yet sweet...Finally, after carefully examining the shape, markings and lettering, you remove the contents.

Legal & 'Binding'

Document of Domination...It is a contract, unlike any you have ever seen in your prodigious career. It appears precise in its legal form and jargon, a well-written, obscure kind of "property agreement." The origins of such a document must date back to another time and place. The chattel so interpreted is not animal, but person, in essence, a person as a possession, your possession. The party of the first willfully signing over all rights to the party of the second for one weekend. You will be the master, and I, your devoted subject. Attached in calligraphic hand, is a note that reads in part-"This is your holiday gift. I will arrive tonight to fulfill the terms and obligations of' The Contract.

Air of Civility

Although we have never met, our intimate conversations, and my gentle, deep voice have an enchanting effect. Your imagination is ripe with the possibility. This is going to be a weekend to remember.

The doorbell disturbs you from a momentary flight of fancy. Your first impression, I look soft and sweet, a vulnerable, innocent presence. Cascading hair drops past shoulders...long, dark, curly-a protective coat. Most striking, an unlined face defies age. There is almost no visible make-up... except to bring out large, deep, brown, soulful eyes and skin radiating with a healthy glow touched by the sun. This visage (of average height) dressed in casual attire seems strong, solid, tenacious, intense--yet still somehow fragile. 

Your eyes follow the design of my pendant necklace, casting your attention downward to a chest of ample proportion. The rest of my body is hidden beneath fabric that only suggests well-defined feminine curves. This is the 'Ivory Girl,' the 'girl next door' with a slight hint of the artist, the unconventional, expressed in accessories and a nonchalant, proud carriage. You observe an unstructured presence with playful, smiling eyes and full, perfectly shaped lips that beg to be kissed.

Crime and Punishment 

It is a body meant for punishment. And, all your thought is focused on the power you will soon wield...the provocative things you will force me to do, the taming of an animal to your whim, the breaking of a spirit. You will make me crawl, beg, whimper--and in the breaking, feel your power, an aphrodisiac. Your cock aches at the potential of the play about to unfold, the plot of your creation, a curtain about to rise...

"Faustian Fervor"

First, the civilized protocol of dinner...a preprandial libation, a toast to invite or exorcise the demons-one appetite satisfied, while another is whet. The pretense of conversation, foreplay to the forbidden, compliments flow as freely as the alcohol. For the final course, a symbolic deal with the devil sealed with a passionate kiss. I can taste the aged bourbon. There is an unspoken understanding, as our tongues search for answers.

"Let the Games Begin"

Comfortably seated in a chair, you admire your new prize. Suddenly, your conversational tone becomes commanding. 

"Stand in front of me and unbutton your blouse," I am ordered. 

Blushing, I realize it is one thing to sign a contract, it is quite another to live up to it. Your language becomes coarse-a new personality emerges. 

"Show me your tits, what are you waiting for...present them to me," is said with a vicious impatience. 

My hands shake from nervousness. I am not accustomed to being on display. My obvious self-consciousness only heightens your excitement. Finally, the milky white globes are revealed. 

"Lift them up and squeeze them together"... an offering to a God, and you are the God. 

"The nipples are not hard enough," you say reproachfully. 

From a nearby bucket you remove an ice cube, demanding that I place the gelid substance on the tips until fully erect. Not satisfied, you arise, and feigning annoyance, pinch the buds until they painfully swell from your masterful touch. Running your hands over my breasts, I am instructed to remain still as you fondle the rotund dough-like spheres, kneading them as you would bread. You want to see how large you can make the teats grow, using thumb and forefinger as pincers, tongs of terror, the extrusions become rock-hard miniature mountains, a reflection of your bulging cock. You reach under my skirt, silken underwear, the fabric protector of the grotto. Matter-of-factly, you inform me that I am to leave my cunt exposed, available to you at all times, accessible to your invasion. 

"Underwear is not permitted," and with that you rip them off, roughly running your hands between the slit. 

I am to have no name, from now on be referred to as "cunt" or "pet." You further humiliate me by pointing out the wetness between my legs. My body has betrayed me.

"Prolocutor Turned Executioner"

"Stand by the window," I want to see you masturbate." 

My hesitation turns to defiance. 

"Suppose someone sees me," I imploringly respond. 

You smile disdainfully. I try, but cannot bring myself to such a level of exhibitionism. 

"Then, you shall be punished"...

I have broken the contract, a behavioral infraction of the rules. 

"Lift your skirt, show me your ass, bend over my lap," you say in a contumelious manner. 

There can be no doubt to my movement. Repeatedly striking hard with the palm of your hand, bringing maximum redness to the protuberant buttocks, a cushion turned scarlet, burning from shame and the sting of your blows. I must be quite an incendiary sight.


Your cock requires attention and release. As a way of thanking you for my much-needed discipline, I am ordered to suck your ballooning rod. My mouth, lips and tongue are a moist, tight, sheath...desperately try to please. I am awed by your size. Kneeling to accomplish my task, your massive scepter stretches my oral sanctuary beyond its natural limits. I struggle not to gag. You choose not to finish in my mouth, but rather on my breasts and neck, so I can watch as you spill your seed, along with profanities. I am awash in your maleness, and aware that this is just the beginning of my servitude.

"A Night on the Town"

"Get dressed, we are going out. The clothes I have selected for you can be found in the bedroom." 

There, carefully organized I find...a push-up bra (which will only serve to exaggerate my breasts and cleavage), black sheer blouse, very short skirt and high spike heels (of course, no panties). I can feel the air between my legs. I must look like a hooker, I feel cheap. Somehow it never occurred to me that the contract would include off-premise activity. I am mortified by my vulgar display.

We walk a short distance to a bar. You enjoy small talk with friends, knowing all eyes are on me. You deliberately drop something to the floor and ask me to retrieve it. There is no possible way for me to bend in such a short skirt without revealing my naked ass. 

"I can't do it," a tremor in my voice, not wanting to invoke your wrath. 

In disgust, you grab me, almost dragging me as we leave. There will be retribution for my insubordination.

"Act of Contrition-

Obedience Training…Once back in your apartment, I plead for your forgiveness, ask you to understand my predicament. Words fall on deaf ears. You want to abuse me, debase me. One so strong and proud needs to be shown her place...

You open a locked draw, removing a collar, leash and whip. Holding them up for my inspection, in order to measure the horrified look on my face. You will tie me up like a dog, walk me, make me fetch, sit, beg. As you prepare to use the whip...there is a knock on the door. You don't seem surprised, and leave me in a position of disgrace. It is your friend from the bar (the one I had refused to bend over in front of...). You've let a stranger into our contract. My protestations are meaningless. The stranger watches, excited, while you whip me, my screams muffled by tears. He is offered a complete, uninterrupted view of my rear. His hard-on is immediate and unmistakable. Abruptly, he leaves. I am actually relieved that you didn't make me suck him...

You are aroused to a state of intoxication. Your cock is ready to do battle. This time, my ass, marked by the whip is the entrance you seek. However, you have surprise, another act of defilement. You take an unlit candle, mirroring the size and shape of your ominous erection, using the cylinder to penetrate my virgin ass-hole. It refuses to accept the foreign invader, try as I might to relax the muscles. Angrily, you lead me to the bedroom, strap me to the headboard, and handcuff ankles and wrists. I am a human X-every limb stretched and taut, no possible defense. You light the candle and drip wax along my chest. My cries and pulling against the bonds, adds new erotic tension. I am completely yours- you make me say it over and over. I promise to obey. You insist that I ask you to fuck me. The word repetition has given extraordinary impetus to your cock. Teasing me, parading it before me, knowing I want to feel its power, your power. You drive it in, assaulting me with your mammoth weapon, pillaging my body. 


I continue to chant-"fuck me, please fuck me", as you reach my core.

There is always tomorrow...you will return to my ass and master it...but tonight you cradle me in your arms, a tender embrace. I have pleased you with my gift.



The Gift



My wife, Sue, has quite often told me about her fantasy of being raped by a black man. This was especially apparent when we would watch x-rated movies with well-hung black males and white females. She would cum almost immediately after watching these movies. 

Our anniversary was a couple of weeks off and I still didn’t know what to get Sue for a gift. I worked out at the YMCA almost everyday. There was a black male there that I had become acquainted with. His name was Jason, and he was very pleasant to visit with. I also noticed in the shower that he was very well endowed. His 9” penis made my 5” one seem like a miniature. One day we both finished up working out about the same time and I asked if he would like to go get a beer. I was concocting an idea, but didn’t quite know how to approach it. 

After a couple of beers at a nearby pub, the conversation turned to sex. I found out that Jason was single. I asked him how his love life was. He replied that it was tolerable, but he never could get enough it seemed. We began sharing some intimate conversations that one would not normally share. He told me about a married middle age woman he was fucking on the side. He said he really enjoyed older women, even though he didn’t know why. I shared with him my wife’s fantasy of being fucked by a black man. Then I thought this would be a good time to share my plan with him. I told him that our 30th anniversary was coming up in a couple of weeks and that I wanted to give Sue a gift she would never forget.

We proceeded to plan for the next couple of weeks, and finally the appointed night came. I had taken Sue out to eat for our anniversary, and given her a pair of earrings so she would at least have a gift to open. We arrived home around 8:00. I had given Jason a key so he would be there waiting for us. We no more than walked in the door and Jason appeared with a very real looking toy gun. 

He said, “don’t make any silly moves and no one will get hurt”. “I had hoped I would finish robbing you before you got home but I guess that was too much to ask,” he said. “Tell you what I would like you to do,” he said, “ I want you both to strip. People aren’t a threat if they’re naked.” 

I glanced at Sue whose eyes were agape, I’m not sure if it was terror or surprise. We both began to strip. When we both finally had our clothes off he motioned us into the bedroom. He told me to sit in a wooden chair beside the bed and he quickly pulled out some rope and tied my ankles to the legs of the chair and my hands behind the back. He then told Sue to pull back the covers on the bed, and lie down in the center of the bed on her back with her legs and arms spread. I couldn’t control my impulses and was dripping precum from the slit of my penis as I watch my lovely wife do as she was told. She seemed to be trembling, but I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anticipation of what she presumed was about to happen. Sue pulled back the covers exposing the sheets, and lay down as told, too fearful not too. Her 36C breasts sagged to the sides slightly but for a 50 year old she looked damn good. Jason took some more rope from his pocket and tied her arms and legs to the feet of the bed. Sue lay spread-eagled on the bed exposed to anything that Jason wished to do to her. I noticed that her nipples were erect and stiff, and I could see some moisture around her pubic mound. 

Jason proceeded to take off his clothes, meanwhile saying “ a person might as well enjoy himself, when the opportunity presents itself.” When he pulled off his white jockey shorts his full 9” penis came into view. It was semi erect already. Jason is very dark and his penis was an even blacker ebony. There was a slightly lighter brown where his foreskin partially covered his cockhead. Jason had set the gun on the side table and told Sue she had better do what he wanted. Sue meekly shook her head acknowledging the instructions. Jason climbed on the bed, his cock now erect. It was even larger erect, appearing to be about 10” long and about 4” in circumference. The very first thing he did was to begin running his hands over Sue’s entire body enjoying the feel of her soft white skin. He fondled her breasts and then bent to suck on her nipples. He then said, “ I’ve always wanted to have a white woman suck on my cock” as he moved up and straddled Sue’s face. “Do a good job bitch, or you know what will happen,” he said. I had a perfect view of the situation. Jason held his now erect and engorged cock and moved it around Sue’s face, leaving small streams of precum where it trailed. He finally rested it on her lips and I saw her open her mouth and lick his slit. Then she took the head into her mouth actually moving her head up to it, wanting it in her mouth. It was so large she had a hard time getting more than the head and a couple of inches of it into her wanton mouth, but it was obvious this was to her liking. 

My cock too was completely erect, it was throbbing from watching the activities on the bed and precum was dripping from the slit profusely. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it though since my hands were completely restrained. 

I could tell Jason was enjoying the cocksucking as his eyes were partially closed concentrating on my wife’s mouth that was wrapped around his cock. He finally pulled back though, and Sue made a motion back toward his cock, she didn’t want to let it go. Jason smiled and said, “I do believe you like this black cock bitch. Can I untie you and expect you to cooperate?” 

Sue meekly shook her head yes and Jason immediately untied the ropes that restrained her. Jason pulled Sue around on the bed and arranged her so that I had a good view of their feet and sexual organs. He then positioned himself between her legs and spread them. I could see him move toward her pussy with his huge cock. Suddenly I heard Sue say, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.” Jason moved to slide his cock into her warm moist pussy. He slid in slowly letting her feel it’s enormous size. I heard Sue scream, “Oh my god, yes. Fuck me.” Then she suddenly convulsed and shuddered and I knew she was experiencing her first orgasm. She is multi-orgasmic so I knew she would experience many more. Jason continued to move his cock in and out of her pussy. It did not take long and I could see him orgasm as well and shove his cock into her to the hilt. She shuddered again and I knew she was experiencing another orgasm. Watching Jason shoot into my wife was just too much for me. I needed no more stimulation to cum. Suddenly I felt my own orgasm building and I shot cum about four feet onto the carpet and chair. 

Jason pulled out of Sue and I could see his white cum oozing out of her pussy. Both appeared to be spent for the moment. Finally Jason stirred and arose and came over to the chair and untied me. 

I walked over to Sue and climbed onto the bed. “Happy anniversary darling” I said to her as she moved to look at me. I kissed her passionately and I could feel my penis becoming erect again. “Jason is a friend from the Y that I work out with.” “We have been working on this for a couple of weeks.” “I wanted to give you something that you would never forget.” Sue smiled and returned my kiss.

Looking at Sue laid out with legs spread and nipples erect and cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy was just too erotic for me. My penis was erect and ready. I moved between her legs and shoved my throbbing cock into her cum filled pussy. I could feel Jason’s cum spurting out of her around my penis and this was an even greater turn on. Sue must have felt it also. She came after I had made about four or five strokes into her. This was the most massive orgasm I had ever seen her have. She shuddered and convulsed as never before. I came almost instantly after that and we both seemed to be satiated for the moment. We all rested for a few moments, and then took a break for drinks. Who knows what else might develop from this relationship.



The Gift



Jerry walked up to his wife and whispered in her ear. Her eyes darted around the room and her mouth widened into a grin, then a smile. As he continued to whisper, she eventually let out a small laugh and lightly slapped his chest. Her hand stayed there, feeling his chest through his shirt, and it became obvious to anyone watching she wasn’t trying to push him away. Her fingers moved along the line between his pecs and seemed to want to grab him closer to her.

He pulled back, however, and sat down on the barstool next to her. Jerry turned towards the bartender and ordered two more drinks, his wife continued to dart her eyes around the room. As he had sat down, her hand had followed him and now rested on his knee. Actually, it wasn’t resting at all. It twitched and moved along his knee, rubbing up his thigh and clawing at him occasionally.

After their drinks came, Lorrie sat back, holding her drink with one hand and the straw to her mouth, meeting it first with her tongue and slowly closing her lips around the tip before coming down, slowly, to the mid-point of the straw. She took a long, slow drink, then slowly withdrew the straw from her mouth, again making sure her tongue was the last thing in contact with the straw.

“Tonight?”

“Tonight,” answered Jerry, meeting his wife’s brief gaze into his eyes. Her eyes were again surveying the bar.

“My choice?”

“Your choice,” again watching her watch the crowd.

She set down her drink and this time her hands went to her own legs. They were slightly goose-bumped under the long thin skirt of her dress that clung tightly to her form. She had dressed up for her husband that night and was wearing his favorite dress. It was a long black dress that clung to her form beautifully. It had a long slit up one side that showed off her right leg as she walked, but was mostly sexy, not slutty, though it required she not wear any panties.

He had dressed up too, wearing her favorite dress shirt and tie, the one that she felt really showed off his build by framing his broad shoulders. 

The hotel bar they were in, which Jerry had picked for her to meet him in, was very high class, with carpeting and piano music, but not everyone in it was dressed to the nines that night. There were quite a few other people in the bar, and Lorrie noticed that almost all of them were single. Luckily, they were mostly also very attractive.

“Male or female?”

“Your choice, honey. Your birthday, your choice.”

She looked back at her husband and this time really stared into his eyes to make sure this wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t.

“I love you.” She grabbed the back of his head and planted a ferocious, open kiss on his mouth, grabbed his crotch not caring who saw, then let go. She drew her hand up his stomach and chest as she walked past him. He turned on his barstool after he hand had broken contact with his shoulder and watched her walk up to a blonde haired, surfer looking guy at a table 20 feet away.

Jerry took another drink from his glass and watched his wife talking to this other guy. She flipped her hair once or twice and laid her hand on his knee. He didn’t seem to mind her forwardness at all, though when Lorrie pointed back at Jerry the surfer seemed to tense up. Lorrie obviously noticed too, and moved her hand further up the surfer’s leg. When Jerry simply waved and smiled, the surfer visibly relaxed and again began to smile. After Lorrie said something else to the surfer, the smile became that sly smile of someone who has just been let in on a secret.

As Lorrie and the surfer stood, Jerry got a really good look at both. Though he had obviously seen his wife many times, watching her hold another man’s hand made it seem like he was looking at her again for the first time. Her long brown hair, and short, voluptuous body were striking against his blonde hair and tall, slender (though obviously muscular) body. 

She was 5’6” and had beautiful 38D breasts, 24” waist and 36” hips. Surfer boy had to be at least 6’2”, probably a 34” waist, and his arms definitely belied an intense workout regime. Jerry, who was significantly shorter than the surfer, and had brown hair, was not surprised by his wife’s choice.

“Jerry, this is Ron. He’s up for our games tonight.”

“Ron, nice to meet you. Would you like a drink so we can get to know you better first?”

“Sure.”

They sat and drank for a bit, though Lorrie was obviously impatient. Every drink she took seemed to be a conscious decision to show off her lucious lips and she often bounced between both men, leaning on them, brushing next to them, or simply placing her hands on their laps.

Eventually the tension had reached its breaking point.

They walked over to the elevators to the rooms, both men with their arms around Lorrie, her hands in their back pockets. Ron’s hand caressed Lorrie’s side, tracing up and down from in line with her chest to her hips.

“Not a stitch on under this dress boys,” she informed them, and both men took an audible breath in as she gave both a little squeeze on their asses.

As they all stepped into the elevator, they were pleased to see it empty. The doors closed and Lorrie again grabbed the back of her husband’s head. 

“I love you,” she whispered in a near snarl and attacked his mouth. As she held on to his head, her other hand cam out of Ron’s back pocket and drifted forward. His cock was already hard and she liked the feel of it in her hand. She pulled away from her husband and looked over to Ron. 

“You are about to have a great night,” she promised. She reached up to his shoulder and stretched out to him. He bend down slowly, wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed her deeply. Jerry placed his hand inside the slit of her dress and rubbed her naked thigh as his wife kissed this other man. He could feel his cock pushing against his pants. Just as he was pulling himself against his wife’s ass, the bell rang and the doors opened. The tree of them parted and Lorrie giggled. They walked rapidly towards the room Jerry had reserved.

They entered the room and Lorrie turned to Ron, pulled him by the shirt towards the bed and sat down, tugging Ron with her.

“You sit and watch for a while,” she said to Jerry who was loosening his tie. He was more than happy to oblige. 

“Don’t go too fast,” she said to Ron whose hand was already half way up her thigh and inside the slit. “Kiss me and touch me like you don’t know you are going to get me.”

Ron pulled his hand from under her dress and put it on her cheek. He urged her to lay back on the bed and she followed his lead. He remained propped up on one arm while his left hand caressed her cheek and neck. His hand then moved down to her shoulder then her forearm as he bent down and gave her a warm, deep kiss. 

Her right hand came up to his face as he kissed her, then moved back to his neck and through his hair. Ron’s left hand was now left on her ribs and rubbed up and down her side. 

As Ron’s hand found its way to Lorrie’s breast, Jerry shifted in his seat. His cock was very hard and Jerry began to play with it though his pants. He couldn’t believe he was watching another man fondle his wife, but it was really turning him on.

Ron’s kisses began to move away from Lorrie’s mouth and trailed down to her chin, along her jawbone to her neck, then down to where the neck and shoulder meet. His tongue played along this crease as his fingers flicked at her already hard nipples through her dress. Lorrie squirmed under his touch, rubbing her legs together and feeling her own dampness. 

Ron noticed her reactions and knew he could press forward a tad more quickly. His hand came up and slipped the straps of her dress down her arm and then he brushed her dress away from her right breast. He took in its beautiful form for a moment, caressed it, then came down on it as if to devour it.

Then he pulled back a bit, licked around the nipple, swirled out in ever larger circles until he was licking around the entire outline of her breast. At that point he slipped her dress off of her left breast, began licking the outline of that one and swirled in to her left nipple. When he got to her nipple he began to nibble at it. Lorrie arched her back from pleasure and moaned out audibly. Ron began to flick at her left nipple with his tongue as his left hand caressed her right nipple.

“Ok, enough of this nice stuff,” Lorrie suddenly blurted out. She grabbed at Ron’s neck, pulled his head towards hers, planted a very brief, open mouth kiss on him, and threw him to the bed. She tore open his shirt, popping buttons off, and caressed his chest. She was mounting him, with her breasts exposed and her dress riding up very far on her thighs. 

She reached down between her legs, found his belt and began to undo it. She smiled at him, looking in his eyes the whole time, and then began to lower herself as she opened his pants. She slid Ron to the edge of the bed, and as she did so, she slid his pants off altogether. Ron’s cock stood straight up, looking very large.

“Oh, this is nice” Lorrie said through a smile.

Jerry did not feel jealous. This man’s penis may have been longer, but Jerry’s was wider. He knew his wife would like both, and that’s what mattered. As she took Ron’s cock into her mouth, Jerry began undressing himself. His own penis was very hard as well, but he decided not to get involved just yet.

Lorrie attacked Ron’s cock with an amazing ferociousness. She took the whole of the shaft in immediately, then slowly pulled it out, plunged back down on it, and then again slowly came back off of it. Ron watched the whole time as she stared back at him, knowing he loved the show. Ron looked over and saw Jerry watching them, naked and playing with himself. Lorrie looked over as well, and began watching her husband as she went down on this other man. All three loved this moment.

“I don’t think I can just watch anymore,” said Jerry as he stood and walked over behind his wife. She was on her knees and between Ron’s legs, still working on his cock. Jerry lifted Lorrie’s dress so that the bottom of it was at her hips. He reached down to caress her lovely ass, then kissed the back of her neck.

Jerry then kissed a trail down her spinal cord to the top of the crack of her ass. When he got there, he lay down on the ground, his face up, and slid under her so that she was sitting on his face. As he sucked and licked at her pussy lips, Lorrie, for the first time, let Ron’s cock completely out of her mouth and threw her head back in pleasure. Jerry knew his wife’s pussy very well, and knew just how she liked to be licked, nibbled, sucked and nuzzled. He knew the exact amount of pressure to put on her clit, and when, and he was using every trick he knew on his wife.

The pleasure racing up Lorrie from her pussy was so great, she could no longer lower her head onto Ron’s cock, so she just grabbed it with her long, slender fingers and rubbed it rhythmically to Jerry’s tempo. 

Ron sat up as she did so, and began caressing her breasts, kneading at them, then just pinching at her nipples. Having one man caress her breasts while holding his cock while being expertly eaten out was just too much for Lorrie and she came right there.

“That may be the fastest you’ve ever finished,” said Jerry as Lorrie eased her way down his body.

“Oh, I’m not finished,” she replies as she ended up lying on top of him. She kissed her husband and slid him inside of her. He felt wonderful inside of her, an accustomed fit that never felt old. She rode him for a minute and Ron took his turn watching, letting himself come down a bit from the peak that Lorrie had nearly brought him to.

Why are you just watching?” Lorrie asked, then nodded towards her rear. “There’s some lube in the table near the bed,” Jerry informed him.

Ron stood up, walked over to the table and found the lube. Lorrie had stopped ridding Jerry, and both were watching as Ron applied the lube on himself. 

Ron came over to Lorrie and put a dab of lube on her anus. He then inserted his middle finger very slowly. Once it was in as deep as it could go, he spun it around just a bit, feeling her from inside and even rubbing against Jerry’s cock through the thin membrane separating them. Ron slowly removed his finger, then began rubbing the head of his cock against her opening.

“Stop teasing me!”

Ron finally began to press his way in, spreading her cheeks to make entry as easy as possible. As he filled Lorrie up, she again was throwing her head back, this time from the pleasurable pain that went with this rear entry. 

Jerry had only ever done this twice to her, both times with mixed results as the pain had mostly overridden the pleasure. This time, the pleasure was winning. She wasn’t sure if it was that Ron’s penis was thinner, but she thought that it might be more due to Jerry already being inside her pussy.

When Ron was fully in, he began to slowly pump her. As he did, she began to again ride Jerry’s cock. They quickly found a rhythm and were all beating at the same time. 

They continued on like this for some time, in and out of both her holes, both men feeling Lorrie’s tightness, enhanced by the extra friction felt through her flesh inside and caused by the other man’s penis. 

Ron eventually reached around and was able to caress her clit. This immediately pushed Lorrie over the edge and she came again. Her shudders sent both men over their own edges, and all came.



The Gift



I can feel a breeze brush over my skin as my Master leads me to my surprise. Thinking back to when He arrived at my house, commanding me to remove all of my cloths. Watching me as I take off each item of clothing for Him, my shirt, my skirt, and my bra. Standing before my Master wearing nothing but my heels. He walks over to me, inspecting my body, lightly touching my skin with the tips of His fingers as He circles behind me, blindfolding me as He tells me that tonight He has a surprise prepared for me. Asking if I will please my Master, if I will do what He asks. My heart races at His touch, hearing His voice "Yes Master" is the only response that I can stammer out. Riding in His car, wearing nothing but a trench coat, high heels, & a blindfold, awaiting His surprise.

Walking up the steps, holding my Masters hand we enter a room, I can hear voices around me, men. My Master announces to those that I am their gift for the night, to be used how they see fit. To be fondled touched, used & essentially fucked. He removes my trench coat, revealing my naked body to those around me. Further announcing to them that I am their prize, their reward for their fraternity's achievements in academics & athletics. My breathing becomes heavier as I learn that I am soon to be used by a group of ruthless, frat boys. My Master leads me into another room, & tells me to sit on only what I can assume is a table. I hear the boys cheer as more gather in the room, suddenly I can feel hands moving over my body, spreading my legs, exposing my soft shaven pussy. Hands moving fast & rough over my breasts grabbing them, squeezing & pulling them in every direction. Tweaking my nipples by biting them hard, I gasp for air, my body twitches at every rough action taken by these boys. My hands are placed on two rock hard cocks, I hear my Master command me to stroke them, reminding me that I am to do whatever they wish, that I must please each boy that uses me. 

I feel someone push me down onto the table, laying back my head hangs off the edge, I feel a cock placed on my lips, instinctively I open my mouth allowing it to enter my warm mouth, I lick the head, moving down towards the shaft, closing my lips around the stiff cock, I begin to suck on it as if it were a straw, taking it deep into my mouth. I can feel it hit the back of my throat as the stranger moves him cock in & out, moving slowly back & forth, fucking my mouth. My hands moving vigorously up & down the two cocks in my hands. Doing my best to please my Master as he watches, I hear His voice tell me what a good submissive I am. 

Suddenly I can feel my legs spread wide, and a hand brushes over my growing wet pussy, spreading my lips. I am then told that I am a good slut, my Master corrects the boy, telling him that I am a submissive. He grabs my legs yanking me closer to him; he shoves his large cock deep inside my tight pussy. Despite the cock in my mouth I moan with surprise & pleasure. I begin to suck & stroke faster & harder. Trying to keep the pace with the boy fucking me, he moves in & out faster, pushing himself deeper inside with each stroke. I arch my back, my breasts heaving as my breathing grows heavier, my heart racing with anticipation & excitement. Thinking about the other boys watching as these four do their will with me, my Master watching.


I can feel the two cocks that I am stroking twitch, & soon after the one in my mouth as well. Their hot cum shooting out of their pulsating cocks & onto my soft skin, spraying their load over my breasts, my neck, & my face, while the boy fucking me pounds himself in harder, not letting his brothers pleasure stop him. After each have shot all that they could, one by one I suck whatever is left out of their cocks, feeling them soften in my mouth. Suddenly the boy fucking me stops, & pulls out, knowing that he hasn't cum yet, I am fearful that I have not pleased him & essentially not pleased my master. I am yanked off of the table & turned around abruptly. My ass stings as the first blow is given, a large hand begins to spank me hard, I feel myself grow hotter with each blow. I dare not whimper, knowing that if I do, then the spankings will become more server. 

I am once again pushed onto the table, this time on top of one of the boys laying there, his raging hard on waiting for me. His hand reaches around to my ass, grabbing it, & giving me one last slap before he enters my soaked pussy. I am told not to move, to allow him to have control, to just be there on all fours, my breasts hanging loosely down, my ass up in the air. His pace is slow, the room is quiet, still blindfolded I wonder what is in store for me now. I feel someone tie something around my mouth, gagging me; it must have been a tie because they could pull on it when they felt, pulling my head back, as if it were a leash, or reigns. 

I feel someone hold my hips pulling themselves closer to me, spreading my ass cheeks. I can feel a finger begin to probe at my tight ass, pushing it open, while the boy beneath me begins to fuck me harder. I feel the large cock poke at my ass, as if he were warning me. I feel my as rip open as he enters inside of me. Both men moan loudly, fucking me at the same pace. I long to scream, at first in pain, then eventually in pleasure. The boy behind me keeps pulling on the tie, asking if I enjoy this, as he pleases himself with my tight ass. Unable to answer I do my best to nod my head yes.

As the boys fuck me vigorously I feel a hand remove my blindfold. My eyes open, adjusting to the light filling the room, & at last I behold my Master. Smiling at me, I know He is pleased. His hands touching my face, comforting me, whispering how good I have been, how proud He is of me. I forget for a moment that there are still two boys fucking me, my eyes close as I feel my body begin to weaken. Their cocks twitch & being to pulsate as they shoot their cum one on my back, the other facing his up, hitting my stomach & breasts. Both moaning loudly, allowing an obscenity or two to escape their mouths. My Master wipes the fresh cum off of my back & ass, rolling me over onto my back. Wiping cum off of my stomach, & the drying cum off of my face & chest. He swoops me up in His arms; I lay limp & tired, my body dangling in the air. Someone takes the trench coat I was wearing when I entered & drapes it over me like a blanket. As we leave my Master says, "I hope you enjoyed your gift thoroughly."



The Gift



She had just left her friends at the restaurant and was making her way home slowly, very slowly. She did not run any yellow lights and she actually found herself slowing down at the green lights hoping they would change so she could stop. She had been in a gloomy mood all day ever since he left that morning on business. Three nights of sheer joy waited her so why rush home for the first one she thought.

She was almost home but decided to freak out the neighbors and drive around the block about a dozen times. She knew Ms. Dottie would be watching. "The bitch," she said under her breath. She finally eased her car into the garage, trying not to notice the whole that his car usually filled. She forced herself out of the car and plodded her way into the miserably quiet house. She closed the door behind her and dropped everything in front of it, figuring she would be in no mood to look for anything in the morning. Better to trip over it on the way out she thought.

She went to her empty bedroom and turned on the light. She noticed a gift in the middle of the bed. It was a white box a little larger than a shoebox with a huge red bow tied on with curly red ribbon. Under the bow was tucked a single long-stemmed red rose. She felt the smile on her face spreading warmth throughout her entire body. It was all she could do to keep herself from running to open it. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled the rose from under the bow and held it up to her nose, smelling the wonderful fragrance and feeling the soft petals against her lips. She kissed it, and then placed it on the nightstand next to her bed. She swung her legs onto the bed, sat back against the pillows and put the box on her stomach. The box was not very heavy but did have some weight to it. She forced herself to slow down and to contain her excitement. She took some deep relaxing breaths, slowly slipped off the ribbon and bow and placed them on the night stand next to the rose. The top of the box was not taped on so it came off easily and took its place next to the rose and ribbon and bow.

She folded back the tissue that hid the contents of the box and discovered three items inside. She removed the first item, a beautiful antique silver mirror with a large oval face and tapered. She held it in her hand and noticed the puzzled look on her face in the reflection. The puzzlement came from the next two items in the box, which were not the matching brush and comb you would expect to come with an antique silver mirror. She laid the mirror on the bed beside her and removed item number two and held it in her hand. It was a smooth, seven-inch long dildo with a small note taped to it saying, "Twist Me!" She held it in both hands and twisted. She almost dropped it when the vibrations traveled through her hands and up her arms. She twisted it off as quickly as she had twisted it on. She put it down on the bed next to the mirror. She put her hand over her chest and laughed. It had surprised her so much her heart was racing. With a grin on her face, she removed the third and final item from the box, which was a sealed envelope. She moved the empty box to the nightstand, opened the envelope and removed the two-page letter from inside.

She leaned back against the pillows and began to read the letter. She read slowly, absorbing every word. She found herself re-reading sentences and shaking her head. Her mouth would open in and inaudible "wow," then she would smile so big her face would hurt. The letter was a set of instructions for use of items one and two. She read it three times, each time noticing her body was enjoying the thought of the instructions more and more.

She got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom, letter in hand. The letter was very specific, a long, hot, soothing, soaking bubble bath was step one and no other steps should be attempted without first partaking of the bubble bath. She turned the water on for her bath, added the necessary bubble ingredient and undressed as the tub was filling. She stripped, continuing to read the letter as articles of clothing hit the floor. She would pick them up in the morning she though, she had better things to do now.

She turned off the water as a perfect amount of popping bubbles had formed and floated in the tub. She put the letter on the floor and climbed into the tub, slowly lowering herself into the steamy aromatic liquid. She reached for the letter, careful to hold it high above the bubbles. She sunk down into the water, her chin almost touching the bubbles. She held the letter up and started to read again. The letter was specific on this point also, read, visualize and memorize the instructions before attempting them. She would read a paragraph, then close her eyes, feeling and living in her mind the words she had just read. She repeated this exercise paragraph after paragraph, over and over, until she felt the water in the tub begin to cool.

She put the letter down, flicked the tub drain with her toe and stood up, grabbing a thirsty bath towel as she did. She dried off, still standing in the tub, feeling the water level slide down the back of her calf to her ankle and then she felt the last trickle of water skim by and tickle her toes as it made its way down the drain. She noticed that although she had been out of the warm water for a while now, her body showed no signs of cooling off. Her skin was alive and tingling. She attributed this not to the bath but the letter, which she did not have to read again. Every word was burned into her mind, every suggested action memorized.

She stepped out of the tub, hearing the remaining bubbles clinging to the sides of the tub pop and crackle as they slowly disappeared. She dried the last water droplets from her legs, picked up the letter and headed out of the bathroom. She folded the letter and placed it on the nightstand next to the rose, the bow and ribbon and the box. She went to her closet, following the memorized instructions, and removed her short silk robe. She wrapped it around her body and tied it loosely. Immediately her skin reacted and became alive and tingling. The silk brushed across her nipples setting them on fire. She made her way to the bed and climbed in. She positioned herself in the center of the bed, leaning back against the pillows as she did before, her new mirror and toy to her left side. The instructions playing over in her head, she took the toy in her hands, peeled off the "Twist Me!" sticker and ran her fingers over the smooth surface, up and down the length of the shaft. Without turning it on, she took the toy in her right hand and rubbed it over her right nipple through her robe and then did the same to her left nipple. She used the tip to trace circles around each nipple, over and over as she squeezed down on her pussy, squeezing and releasing, relaxing her muscles. She was getting wet and she moved her thighs up and down against each other, enhancing the feeling, still drawing circles and rubbing her nipples with the toy.

Seeing the words of the letter in her mind, she untied her robe and opened the top, her breasts exposed to the air, her stomach still covered. She held the toy in front of her mouth and with her tongue began to lick it like a lollypop, getting the tip of the shaft nice and wet. She held it in her right hand and painted her right nipple with the tip, wetting it. She continued to rub circles on her nipple, now wet from the toy. As she rubbed she blew a soft stream of air over her nipple, electrifying her body. She wet the toy with her tongue again and played with her left nipple now, her body warming from head to toe as she did.

She took the toy in both hands now, twisting gently. It came to life, vibrating with a soft hum. She eased the tip to her right nipple, her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes as the toy touched her skin. Her nipple and breast were alive and on fire as she rolled the vibrating toy back and forth across it. She laid her head back and focused on the sensations of her nipple burning and her clit throbbing. She was rubbing her thighs together once more, squeezing and releasing her pussy as she did, rolling just a bit from side to side in the bed as the toy vibrated across her nipple. She moved the toy to her left nipple, totally lost in the feelings and sensations, moaning ever so lightly, her body beginning to ache.

She opened her eyes and sat up, her breath beginning to come short and fast. She placed the toy beside her, still vibrating on the bed, as she removed her robe. She threw it toward the closet and leaned back, searching for the letter in her head. The instructions were clear now. She opened her legs and placed a small pillow between them near her calves. She took the mirror in her hand, glancing at her reflection briefly, seeing the flush of her skin, and the fire in her eyes. She leaned the mirror against the pillow and adjusted it so that she could clearly see her pussy in the reflection. She next took the still vibrating toy from the bed, wet it with her tongue and began to draw a line from between her breasts down toward her belly button. His instructions said to play and draw figures of her choice all over her stomach. She drew small figure eights with the vibrating tip, then circles starting at her belly button and building outward. She placed the toy on her stomach and rolled it like a rolling pin back and forth from one side to the next, moving lower with each pass.

She wet the tip once more and concentrated on the tops of her thighs, drawing meticulous designs on each one. She spread her legs wide now and took the toy in her right hand. She started at a point just inside her left knee and drew a zigzag line up her inner thigh toward her pussy. Looking in the mirror she saw the tip of the toy enter the reflection, which sent chills up and down her spine. She zigzagged back to her left knee, and then traded hands, now zigzagging up her right inner thigh, and the tip entering the reflection, increasing the chills over her body. Her heart was beating fast and her breath was coming in short quick bursts because she knew what was next. She held the toy in her right hand, easing it into the reflection of her pussy. She watched closely, trying hard to keep her hand from shaking, as the tip neared her lips. She saw and felt the tip touch her, a fire sweeping away the chills from her body. She gently traced her wet lips with the vibrating tip, around and around, the intensity increasing each time she slid the tip over her clit. Watching and feeling the toy on her pussy, she began to glide the tip up and down the groove between her swollen lips, over and over, just barely pressing it inside her. Her body was burning and aching, her pussy and nipples throbbing as she painted with the tip of her toy.

She found her clit and pressed the vibrating tip against it and held it there, the sensation almost overwhelming. She moved the tip in small circles over her clit, around and around, using her left hand to rub small circles on her nipples at the same time, doing exactly what his instructions had called for. She could not take her eyes off the mirror, seeing and feeling, concentrating on every sensation. She could see her pussy swelling and glistening with her juices as she rubbed the toy over her clit. She moved the tip down between her lips, the tip disappearing ever so slightly into her pussy. She watched closely as she put her hand flat against the base of the toy and began to press it into her pussy. She squeezed down as he said, feeling the toy vibrating against her inner walls. She watch, mesmerized, as the toy slowly vanished inside her pussy. She moved her hand and stared at the mirror, seeing and feeling the toy filling her completely, massaging her inner walls with its constant vibrations.

She took hold of the toy again with her right hand and started to slowly pump it in and out of her pussy, easy and slow at first, watching and feeling it move inside her. She saw her left hand drift into the reflection, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing small fast circles on it as she moved the toy with her right hand, faster and harder now, plunging deep inside her throbbing pussy. Her legs were shaking and her heart was racing as she moved the toy in rhythm with the rubbing of her clit, hard and fast. She watched closely, the toy glistening with her juices as it slid in and out of her. She heard the sound of it as it glided over her lips disappearing deep inside her. Faster and harder she pumped it, her nipples on fire, her clit throbbing and her pussy ready to explode. She was squeezing as she pulled the toy out and releasing as she plunged in, massaging her inner walls with the vibrating toy with her juices flowing and pouring out of her. She was ready to come. She could not take the eyes off the mirror. She felt her muscles tensing out of her control, her pussy throbbing and aching. She came hard, pressing the toy deep inside her, squeezing around its vibrating shaft, watching closely in the mirror, her breath practically stopping. She had no control of her muscles as the tensed and released on their own, her entire body tingling and on fire. She could not stop shaking. She lay back against her pillows, the toy still inside her, letting her body calm down. She breathed deeply and smoothly, letting the euphoria overtake her.

Once she was a little more in control of her body, she leaned forward and slipped the toy out of her and twisted it off. She lay back against her pillows again, putting the now silent toy on her stomach beneath her breasts. She could still see the reflection of her throbbing swollen pussy in the mirror. A smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes and relived the images she had just seen, her body slowly coming back into her control. She concentrated on her breathing and her beating heart and thought to herself, "One night down, two more to go."



The Gift



Waking up to the bright lights of a hospital lamp blinding the eyes is not the kind of gift one hopes on a birthday. Having a heart attack is also not an unwarranted present but that is what Mr. Hutchison received on his 60th birthday.

The wily old man with a sharp tongue, the 15th richest man in the country is an active sportsman and a notorious womanizer. He made a fortune in insurance and also manages a chain of luxurious private hospitals throughout the country. It is in one of this hospital’s private suites that he now rests after collapsing at a golf course earlier in the day.

He hates being in the hospital; even the spectacular view of the sunset fails to arouse his luck of just being alive. An active mind in an old body, he picks up his mobile to call his personal assistant.

“Henry! I am stuck here in this damm hospital and I am bored! I hate being bored Henry. You know what to do. And Henry? Make sure no stupid nurses come in to interrupt my activities. Yes, I haven’t forgotten what happened last time.”

Mr. Hutchison puts his phone down, a smile forming on his tanned leathery skin. He always feels so alive after surviving a heart attack and not to mention extremely horny.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tanya had arrived for her night shift at the Mercy Private Hospital like any other night for the past three months. With her fiancé just laid off, she has to work extra hard to ensure they have rent for their miserable apartment until her fiancé can find employment. Being a hardworking person, she quickly found a job waiting tables in the morning and then being a night nurse at the local private hospital that pays very well.

People always expected Tanya to achieve something big in life but after meeting her fiancé, Andrew things have not been going well for her. The last few weeks have been trying: having constant fights with Andrew about their financial problems are slowly driving them apart and she is bitter that he doesn’t pay attention to her nowadays, preferring to waste his time with beers and self pity as he stares at the TV the whole day.

The money she gets from waiting on tables is barely enough to cover their monthly food and provisions but the more considerable wages that she earns from the hospital is crucial to covering their rent and even sending some money home to her parents.

It was always easy for her to work with people, especially men. Her wavy black-brown hair was seldom tied, preferring to let it fall behind her shoulders and sometimes resting on her chest. A petite frame of just 5’6 and having averaged sized breasts from her Hispanic parentage, Tanya can boast of her light brown unblemished skin and curvy proportions that enhances her long legs. Large eyes and thick pouty lips that easily break into a smile are parts of her arsenal against men that she hardly realizes she is using.

“Hello Gloria!” she greets the matron of the night watch. A veteran of the hospital, Gloria is a large lady with an attitude to match. Tanya had realized early on to get on her good side.

The matron looks at her watch and then to the clock before giving Tanya an icy glare.

“You have a watch don’t you? Do you think you can use it sometime? This has been the sixth time this month you been coming in almost an hour late. Keep this up, and I assure you this will be your final month here.”

Tanya cringes at the rebuke. “I am sorry Gloria, it’s just that…”

“Save it Ms.Tanya, another incident like this and I have to write up a report against you. Don’t let me hear that I didn’t warn you.”

Tanya looks down, her long eyelashes fluttering in shame.

“Don’t you dare cry on me now missy. Here, take this. It’s tonight’s list of medication I need you to dispense. Oh, and Mr. Hutchison is the hospital today, so stay clear of the 17th floor. No nurses allowed on that level.”

“Mr. Hutchison, the owner?”

“Yes, don’t go acting dumb. He’s not pleased with the performance of the hospital. Probably got a heart attack just to see how we respond. He’s just been given his medication and strictly said no visitors for that entire floor.”

“Yes Gloria.”

Tanya has always wondered about that man; how his wealth seems almost unbelievable to her own meager upbringing. She takes the lift to the 16th floor, pushing a cart containing the patients evening pills and medication. She adjusts the hem of her white uniform before entering the rooms, not for the first time thinking why did the designers made it very short. 

The white uniform sports an oversized collar and has buttons running at the front of the dress. Already made of material that easily stretches and conforms to the body, the uniform does enhance her cleavage, allowing a view of the top of her firm breasts pressed together. The short uniform also requires constant tugging and conscious effort to be made while seating as the hem ends almost 5 inches from the top of the knees when standing.

The patients at the 16th floor are normally recovering form heart attacks and strokes, but some of them still find it in their hands to take a swipe of her buttocks whenever the chance presents itself. Tanya had even attracted the attention of some of the doctors but she has carefully avoided their approaches. Her shy nature causes her to blush with embarrassment whenever that happens, thinking it’s her fault that she unnecessarily led them on.

Rubbing her buttocks after smarting a rather hard slap from Mr. Patterson, the seventy-year-old man brought in a few days earlier with two minor heart attacks, Tanya pushes her cart to the end of the hallway having finished her duties.

Checking her list, she notices that it contains an item of medication for Mr. Hutchison. She thinks it’s a mistake but the computer print out is hardly wrong, and there is a cup with pills marked for the dreaded hospital owner.

She looks back to the hallway, the internal hospital phone shining bright red at the distance. She resolves to take some initiative and enters the utility lift, bringing her up to the restricted 17th floor.

The silence that greets her in unnerving. The entire floor is devoid of patients except for one and Tanya thinks that coming up here was not a very bright idea. She pushes the cart to the middle of the corridor, just in front of a large wooden door. The occasional squeaking of the cartwheels announcing her presence.

Gingerly pushing the door open, she is relieved to see Mr. Hutchison sleeping on the bed. A tube running to his left arm dripping glucose to his old veins while another tube brings rich oxygenated air to his nose. He seems unremarkable to her, having a slight build of probably her height, thin limbs with heavily tanned skin and drooping muscles and an ample stomach. A pair of light blue hospital pants covers his legs, and his unbuttoned shirt exposing his hairy white chest, moving up and down in tune with the respirator machine humming.

Tanya has heard many stories about this man and his meteoritic rise to wealth. Blessed with an ingenious mind, unrelenting greed and sheer wickedness has made him a powerful figure in the world of business. Tanya shakes her head. Wealth, no matter how it is built does attract followers; Mr. Hutchison’s empire is proof of that.

Tanya pushes the cart nearer to the frail man, hoping she doesn’t wake him up. He looks peaceful as he sleeps. Tanya leaves the cart and walks to Mr. Hutchison’s right, checking the medicine and his charts. She needs to wake him up to give him the medicine and has the cup of pills in her hand, she leans forward and her starched nurse cap, hits the glucose bag causing the stand to creak.

Mr. Hutchison jerks awake causing Tanya to straighten up in shock and stepping backwards. Her hips accidentally depress a button on the respiratory machine causing it to shut down momentarily. Mr. Hutchison turns to look at her, his bloodshot eyes opened wide with fear and anger. Tanya fumbles with the machine causing it to restart without sounding the alarm. She sighs with relief as the fresh air causes Mr. Hutchison to breathe normally, his body slumping back to the bed.

Yet his eyes are flashing with anger.

“You stupid bitch!” he manages to croak

“Already you come late, and now you are trying to kill me?” Hutchison screams in the room, his authoritative voice booming.

Tanya is shocked by the sudden realization that she might have accidentally caused his death and is even more surprised that he knows about her being late to work.

“No sir, it was an accident…I didn’t mean to…I just brought you medicine”

“Accident? When I am thru with you, you wont be able to find any work in this fine city. That I can promise you” his eyes glaring

“Please sir, it was an accident. Please don’t fire me, I need this job”

“Damm right you do. Where’s my phone? I need to call Henry and make sure you are back on the streets!”

Spotting the hand phone on the floor beside the bed, Tanya bends down to quickly pick up the phone to hand to Mr. Hutchison, whose old eyes are now focused on her cleavage after being given a quick yet splendid view.

“Please sir, it won’t happen again. I wont be late and this was just an accident. I was at another job.” Tanya begins to plead.

“Silence. I don’t want to hear about your other jobs. I pay good money to have you do a simple job for me. And what do I get? You reward me by trying to kill me.”

“Please sir, I will do anything, please don’t fire me”

The old man runs his eyes all over the Hispanic beauty. As usual, Henry has picked a looker for his boss. 

“That’s the spirit. So are you sure no one is coming to this level?’

“Yes sir, Matron Gloria’s had strict instructions”

“Alright. You may begin.” nudging his eyes towards Tanya’s chest. “Well come on, I don’t have all day” he chuckles.

Tanya covers her top, her large eyes widen in shock. What is this man asking of her?

“You…you want me to undress??”

“Of course! What did you think I was going to ask you do? You almost killed me for god sake. Now unbutton that top!” Mr. Hutchison reaches under his pillow waving a brown envelope laden with money. “A little bonus if you please me.”

Tanya is stunned by the harsh command, but she feels an even greater shock. Here she is, about to trade her body for money. She has never felt so cheap, and the look on Mr. Hutchison’s face, as if he knows she will obey his every wish. The gall of that man! But the money is money she didn’t have and desperately wants.

Her fingers start popping the top few buttons.

Mr. Hutchison smiles as more of the silky smooth, light brown skin is exposed. Smiling thru his yellow teeth as his eyes focus on the bra: black lace with red flowers on the cup pressing her firm breasts together. He looks at her, his loins stirring as she portrays an innocent girl forced to do something against her wishes. A raise is in store for Henry; he has picked a lovely escort that manages to act very well.

“Come on girl, I haven’t got all day. Let me see those ripe melons” smacks his lips with a disgusting sound.

Tanya cringes, aware that the old man is well aroused, the thin material of his pants unable to hide his growing erection. Yet, she feels compelled to do his bidding, unbuttons the uniform to her stomach and pulling the lapels of the uniform, exposing the front of her chest to this very appreciative old man.

He grins as he observes the two small indentations over the lace bra and he wonders if the cold room or her own excitement is causing her nipples to harden.

“I should visit the hospital more often” he laughs. His right hand motions her to proceed.

“Please sir, this is not right. Anything but this, I am about to be married next week, please don’t punish me so” Tanya’s large dark brown eyes begin to tear.

“Stop this foolishness. Get on with it. A simple request for having attempted to kill me. Use your head, this is better than being in jail!” Mr. Hutchison also plays his part in this play. He points to the lower buttons.

She holds the buttons with her fear stricken fingers, and then slowly undoes them.

“Let it drop”

Tanya looks aside as the uniform falls at her ankles in a soft rustle. A sharp intake of breath from Mr. Hutchison tells her that he is enjoying the front view of her bra and also of her Brazilian lace panty: two bands of black lace material three fingers wide racing from the flaring curve of her hips to make a small wide ‘v’ at her crotch. 

She blushes in full embarrassment as she hears the old man smack his lips hungrily, knowing that he can also gauge the level of her shaven crotch and also the tell-tale bulge of her puffy pussy lips thru that semi transparent material.

“Very nice. Now come here…yes at my side, I need to feel them” 

Tanya doesn’t know what power this man has over her, but she obeys him. Standing at his side, she bites her plump red lips as she feels his old, wrinkled right hand running up her thighs, the fingers gripping her firm butt cheeks. She gasps as Mr. Hutchison delivers playful slaps on her buttocks, the small panties hardly covering them. Looking down, the smiling face of Mr. Hutchison grins up to her.

“My, my. I do love girls with butts like yours. Bet you look real good in jeans! I just love butts like yours, so well defined and so fresh looking,” he concludes with a sharp smack across both her butt cheeks, causing Tanya to gasp as she holds the cold steel railings of the bed.

“Please sir, let me go.”

“Let you go? I haven’t even begin with you yet!” the old man practically screams, coughing a little at the effort.

“Now put your lips to good use,” he nods with his eyes towards his pants, squeezing Tanya’s butt cheek for good measure.

Tanya makes a face; this old man can’t be serious. She looks down at his leathery tanned skin, the thin hospital pants making a serious tent at his crotch. She feels another squeeze of her butt, the old man urging her.

She thinks she could just run away right now and lose this job yet she knows Mr. Hutchison does have a reputation for being nasty and he could ruin her life. But is giving up herself to this man worth it?

She bends over the old man, a soft moan escaping his lips as his hand feels her butt stretching and his eyes loving the fall of her breasts, still encased within her bra. Tanya’s fingers deftly pull down the hospital pants, her nostrils flaring as the thick manly musk of Mr. Hutchison’s cock wafts up.

A drop of opaque white precum glistens on his exposed thick, bulbous cock head. A meaty cock of almost six inches long; the tanned skin is smooth along the shaft, joining easily over his small balls. Thick, white pubic hair populates his crotch as Tanya observes that only his cock is the only unwrinkled part of this old, rich man.

“It’s. …beautiful,” Tanya is surprised to hear her own voice.

Mr. Hutchison laughs, coughing a little. “Thanks for your comments, now shut up and suck it!”

Tanya brings her face closer to the cock, taken aback as the cock jerks up, smearing her cheek with some precum. Mr. Hutchison just laughs. Tanya can’t bear to tell herself that she is unwilling to do this, but the cock smells so good. Her fingers wrap around the cock, a little surprised to find that this aged cock is still as firm as her fiancé’s.

“Come on, I don’t have all day!” the old man complains.

Tanya nods and starts to plant her lips at the underside base of the erect cock. She balances herself on his thigh with her left hand, while her other cups the old man’s balls. She finds herself already aroused as she has always found it difficult to resist sucking a man. She begins kissing this old cock.

Mr. Hutchison grins at having such a lovely escort. His left hand strapped to the bed because of the machine’s keeping him alive, his right hand freely moves around the expanse of this lady’s butt, the occasional slaps on that firm flesh causing his own cock to twitch.

Tanya starts kissing and sucking softly on the old balls, forgetting her situation as her own lust starts to build as Mr. Hutchison’s fingers glide occasionally from behind her butt to slide under her crotch, pressing his finger’s against the front of her panties, testing the fleshiness of her puffy pussy lips.

Kissing the cock shaft upwards, Tanya’s lips slowly move towards the large cock head. Sliding her plump lips over the swollen tip of Mr. Hutchison’s cock, she smiles to herself at hearing the old man moan. At the moment, thoughts of money or being forced into this situation don’t concern her. She hasn’t enjoyed performing sex for so long, with her fiancé always in a bad mood these days. And this old man’s cock smells delicious.

Her lips open with a slick wet sound, surprised with her own throaty growl as she snakes the meaty, tanned cock into her lips; her tongue helping the cock slide easily into her mouth. Cheeks sucked in, Tanya savors the flavor of this old cock

The old man closes his eyes, loving the sensation of a warm tight mouth devouring his aged cock. He hadn’t had a good suck in ages and this young lady does seem to be well talented in pleasing his old love muscle. A soft slap to her buttocks shows his appreciation.

Tanya moans louder now, her tongue flicking all over the cock, using the tip of her tongue to coax the delicious white liquid out of this veteran cock. She laps it up hungrily, using one hand to pump the cock while the gently weighs and fondles with his balls.

“Keep that up honey, and I am gonna shoot all over your mouth and pretty little face!”

Tanya can only moan in reply, urging the old cock to give up its precious liquids even as she feels the old man’s fingers parting her panties, wriggling up to touch her cleanly shaven pussy lips. She gasps with the man’s cock in her mouth as Mr. Hutchison’s fingers part her already wet pussy lips, pressing into her. Tanya removes the old man’s cock with a wet pop from her lips as she turns her head to look at Mr. Hutchison, a tiny stream of her saliva and the old man’s precum sticking to her lower lip and the old man’s cock head.

Closing her eyes while licking her lips, she opens them into a small ‘o’ as Mr. Hutchison’s fingers; sliding from behind her butt moves against her wet slit, tickling her small hardened clit. Tanya’s face soften, her lips quivering as she whimpers: the mounting pressure on her clit, the taste of the cock in her mouth, her trembling legs as she stands while being touched.

A animal like growl escapes her body as she buckles, one hand gripping the old man’s cock, the other against the sliver aluminum side railings as her legs shake to a mighty orgasm, her pussy drenching the expert hands of Mr. Hutchison. Her orgasm lasting longer than she expected, she slowly flutters her eyes open to see the grinning face of the old man. He is happy that his fingers know exactly where to touch in a woman, and her wild reaction to his touch pleases him greatly. Clearly she wasn’t expecting to cum so soon.

“Oh god…” Tanya utters from her tired mouth.

“Oh yes. Now, now…your turn to please me.” Mr. Hutchison slaps her butt again.

Tanya nods weakly, taking out her tongue to circle his old cock, the underside of her tongue sliding all over the surface of the swollen, purple cock head. Tanya is torn by her feeling of wanting the man’s cock to explode in her mouth or inside her still unsatisfied pussy. She gathers her courage and turns to look at the man, still smiling on the pillows.

“Mr.Hutchison?”

“Yes my little nurse slut? What are you waiting for?”

Tanya grimaces at the name-calling, “Do you want to cum in my mouth or…?” she can’t bring herself to ask him.

“You sure know how to suck lady, that’s a compliment. I had been sucked by some of the best in your business. But yes, get your ass up here; I need a birthday present for my cock. You’re it.”

Tanya steps away from the man for a moment, her large liquid eyes not leaving his face as she bends down to remove her panties, dropping it at her side. Her own face is masked with a sudden lust, and with just her cap, bra and her high heels, she climbs over the prone Mr. Hutchison.




The Gift



His old eyes nods with approval. A petite body with nice curves; this woman has the look of somebody who enjoys having fine sex. He licks his dried, cracked lips as he savors the sight of her freshly shaven and waxed pussy, with only two fingerbreadths of trimmed black pubic hair in a line above her clit. The pussy lips are already wet with a glint of bright pink along her slit. He can already imagine how tight this woman is going to be.

Tanya straddles the old man, allowing his hands to run over her smooth legs as he pats and cups her buttocks as she sits over his thighs. She is aware of how hot her own pussy is, almost as hot as the old man’s cock still standing straight before her.

She leans down, raking her fingers over the hairy white chest and rubbing his rotund stomach. She pats his stomach softly as she straightens herself on him, her pussy touching the underside of Mr. Hutchison’s erect cock. 

Tanya groans at the feeling, using her hand to press the cock’s entire length against her rapidly lubricating pussy, letting it press into her pussy lips and allowing the cock head to touch her sensitive clit. She has already forgotten about her fiancé, her work and the money. Right now: she can only think of pleasuring herself. Placing a hand on his chest, Tanya lifts her body up, the other hand guiding the veteran cock under her, and with a heavy sigh, she lets her body drop on him, the cock parting her tight pussy. The two of them groan out with pleasure. Resting herself on him, she can see Mr. Hutchison’s wide grin as her pussy muscles slowly grip the welcome intruder.

“Damm you woman. How tight are you? You are almost like a virgin!” Mr. Hutchison croaks out.

Tanya smiles, her face in concentration as her pussy is delighted to have such a thick cock inside her and she knows her clit is throbbing as well. Arching her back while sitting straight up on the old man, Tanya slowly begins to move up and down the ancient cock.

She can’t help but start squeezing the cock inside her as she comes down on it, knowing that it would make the old man cum soon, but the look on his face shows that he is enjoying her ride.

“Yes, you little slut. Damm, you are good. A talented mouth and now a talented body, I will ask Henry to double your price.” Mr. Hutchison mumbles.

Tanya is surprised that the old man is lasting so long, she feels herself almost cumming. The sounds of her lusty groans and the wet slaps of her body going up and down on Mr. Hutchison is drowning out all the sounds in the hospital room.

He looks down on his body, loving the sight of his weathered cock sliding in and out of that incredibly warm pussy like a glove. This woman is making him feel young again, and he groans as he can feel the build up of his cock, about to erupt into the tight depths of this lovely creature.

He reaches out his thumb, making contact with the hard clit of the woman. He smiles at her, “Yes bitch, you are going to cum with me.” He groans as his thumb presses forcefully. Tanya is enjoying the double sensation of her clit being touched and a cock sliding up in her and instantly doubles her speed, almost trashing on the old man.

“Mr. Hutchison?” she painfully utters.

“Yes bitch?”

“Oh god”

That was the last thing Tanya remembers saying as her body rocks to a second, more powerful, orgasm. Her hands reach to grab both side of the bed, shaking the bed as her own pussy muscles twitch with pleasure, the thumb on her clit making her sensations even more vivid. She can also feel the incredible hot liquid of Mr. Hutchison’s cock erupting inside her, filling her tight pussy with his life giving fluid.

Her body slides up and down the slippery cock, both of her hands on his round stomach as Mr. Hutchison’s laughs, her pussy still milking him inside of her. The old man is speechless, as his body feels so drained from this experience. “Girl, you are good. Haven’t had a good fuck in ages,” his laughter is cut short by a bout of coughing. He tosses the envelope to her and then waves her away.

Mr. Hutchison slumps on the bed, his eyes fluttering to a close as sleeps overcomes him.

Tanya gets up from the now sleeping man; he’s fast asleep now. His cock slides out of her with a small wet pop as she gets to her feet. She dresses herself quickly, pocketing the envelope.

She pulls the pants over Mr. Hutchison’s legs, and then looks to his sleeping form; she bends down to clean his cock with her mouth, enjoying the taste of his fluid with her own.

“Happy birthday Mr. Hutchison”

She quickly exits the room, heading for the utility lift that will bring her to the lobby level. As the lift door closes, she isn’t aware of another lift opening on the 17th floor where an attractive young blond is stepping out. 



The Gift



Tod found it difficult to stop stealing glances at Marlena as she did her makeup. He could tell she was nervous and tried to hide it with the intentness she devoted to adorning her eyes. Tod was not just aroused, he was in a slow boil. Anticipation had been building all day and had become an ache in his groin as Marlena emerged from a longer-than-usual shower and spent twenty minutes massaging moisturizing cream over her entire body. It was very unusual and she was obviously intent on being as enticing as possible. She was self-conscious when she knew Tod was watching her, but he was pleased she did not hurry the process out of concern for what he might be thinking. She had asked him what she should wear and he chose an attractive dress that revealed her feminine charms without being revealing. She did not have anything specifically designed to be sexy. A sexy dress would not suit Marlena's special allure. 

Marlena exhibited the natural, ladylike femininity of many European women. After all, she was German. She was sexually attractive, but not strikingly so at first glance. The attraction would grow with men so inclined as they came to know her better. Her soft eyes, sunny smile and genuine warmth made her likeable, which is an important dimension of attraction to some men, and certainly with Tod. She did not consciously try to be sexy. Her clothes were tasteful and feminine, never risqué. She wanted to be attractive, but did not consciously desire to tempt arousal. She certainly would not try to act sexy; she would feel clumsy and unnatural and thus embarrassed. She was too genuine to engage in artifice. She had a strong sense of integrity, but her aversion to lying also had to do with the fact that she was lousy at it. 

Marlena described herself as uncomplicated, and indeed she was in comparison to many other people, but Tod knew that everyone had unknown dimensions and Marlena was certainly no exception. In fact, Marlena often still surprised him with unexpected enthusiasms, spontaneous adventurousness, and unaccustomed views. Marlena's ability to surprise him after nearly thirty years helped keep their marriage interesting. Tod always thought that her ladylike femininity added a dimension of sexual mystery, for it enticed one to imagine what she would be like when her feminine warmth flamed into passion. The prospect still turned him on. He had seen the flame licking at the edges of her "good girl" self image, though it had never become a roaring fire.

Tod was incredibly aroused in anticipation of what they planned, yet he was also apprehensive. It was by no means certain she would go through with it, and he was still not sure about how he would feel if she did. But he fervently hoped her willingness to go this far would carry her through to the passionate climax they envisioned. 

Finally she was ready and informed him of this in a voice that betrayed her nervousness. He held her and she warmly responded with her soft melting into his body. He felt incredible lust and love as he held her. "I love you and I truly want you to have a most wonderful experience tonight." At first her smile was a little tentative and embarrassed, but she tried to make it more sunny and self-assured. "I love you too. We'll have to see." He kissed her lightly on the lips, and she started to respond with a more passionate kiss, but he ended the kiss and grabbed her hand to lead her out the door. They stepped out into a warm, cloudless summer evening toward a rendezvous with forbidden fantasy. For the first time in her life, and after almost thirty years of a close and loving marriage, Marlena was about to make love with another man; a man she barely knew. 

The Buildup

Tod loved almost everything about Marlena. He loved her sunny, unpretentious personality. He loved her warm and caring nature. He loved her delight in what he considered the details in life. He loved her enthusiasm and adventurousness in travel and food. He loved her ability to become absorbed in whatever she was doing. He loved her frequent and genuine laugh. He loved her bright, deep-dimpled smile. He loved her voice. Tod could, and often did, listen to her talk for hours. Like her mother, she was very expressive and engaged as she talked. Tod often found her expressiveness entertaining even when the subject was of little interest. He loved how her body would melt into his when they hugged. 

Marlena's large blue eyes were beautiful and expressive, and he thought her deepening laugh lines added to the allure. Her thick, red hair framed her face with a pixy hairdo. Her hairdresser admired her hair so much; he was loath to cut it. The freckles her prim and proper German grandmother was unsuccessful in trying to remove with various concoctions added to the girlish effect of her soft, youthful cheeks. He thought of them as chipmunk cheeks and found great pleasure in how they felt when he nuzzled his face against hers when they cuddled.

Tod loved her body. Marlena was thin and shapely. Her medium-sized breasts looked pleasingly soft yet firm and attractively when clothed. They continued to attracted the admiring gaze of men. When they were first dating during Tod's army days in Germany, Marlena's breasts were the topic of discussion among Tod's buddies on more than one occasion. Tod knew his buddies would have been even more jealous of his good fortune if they could see the freckles of her upper chest disappear with the creamy white rising of her naked breasts, which were topped with small, pink, rose-bud nipples. Even the hardened cones of her aroused nipples had a delicacy about them. They beckoned to be caressed. He still thought they were a work of art after all these years. 

She had somewhat narrower hips than many women, though they were too well-curved to be considered boyish. There was no doubt about Marlena's womanhood even if her top half was obscured. Her legs, which she worried were too wobbly, were actually rather thin and fit. They were indeed soft, for no matter how thin and fit she may be, the softness of her body was a defining characteristic. Her legs were the most active part of her lovemaking as she spread, raised, lowered, and sometimes circled them around Tod's legs in the urgent offering of her vagina.

Marlena's vagina. Tod had heard vaginas called the "heavenly box," and "heavenly" is what he often thought when he fingered and fucked the velvety, eager wetness below Marlena's orange pubic hair. Tod had had sex with only a handful of women before he entered faithful monogamy, but he doubted there were many women who could offer a cock the lush satiny caress of Marlena's aroused pussy. He thought of it as entering the hallowed hall of the Goddess of femininity. 

Their lovemaking was slow, tender, and sensuous. Marlena was often less interested in the physicality of the act than the lovingness it expressed. She would snuggle against Tod's naked body with little motion for ten minutes or more, and Tod sometimes wondered if she wanted it to progress beyond this intimate embrace as his sensuous stroking of her body seemed to elicit little response. But eventually her hand would begin stroking him and her legs would slowly part to invite Tod's softly gliding fingers to slide down her back, along the cleft of her ass, and into a teasing caress of the moistening vulva between her legs. There were several variations of what would happen next, but most often it would eventually lead to Marlena pulling Tod toward her as she lay on her back and spread her legs in invitation. He would slowly open her heavenly gate with the head of his cock and carefully work his way in. With the practice of years, it was not unusual for them to achieve simultaneous orgasms, which was sometimes an almost spiritual experience.

Their sex life was loving and temporarily fulfilling enough to keep Tod from openly complaining about how infrequent, routine, unadventurous and--except for the occasional groan—entirely nonverbal it was. It had become a Sunday morning pleasure, and even that was iffy because sometimes Marlena could not summon enough desire to go through with it. Tod's secret fantasy of adventurous, passionate sex seemed destined to remain a fantasy for the rest of his life unless he took the dangerous step of starting an affair. Their relationship was open and honest except for the deafening silence on the topic of sex, and Tod would not jeopardize Marlena's trust or complicate his life with guilt. Instead he fantasized about having Marlena's blessing to have weekly sex with another woman. No chance in hell of that happening. He also had another fantasy that tantalized him with a slight, but conceivable prospect of awakening Marlena's desire for more passionate, uninhibited sex. 

Tod had tried to introduce new variations into their sex life, and Marlena was game enough to try them—or, more often, to let them be tried upon her--but she was uncomfortable with anything that seemed unnatural, awkward, or crude to her. She would not watch porn movies because they were too "animalistic." She sometimes even skipped over erotic passages in the mystery books she read because they did not seem realistic enough to her. Yet Tod sensed an inhibited spark within her that could be kindled into a fire if he could somehow enliven her imagination. He was pretty sure it would take a life-altering event, the crossing of a psychological Rubicon, the breaking of a major taboo, to shatter her inhibitions. 

Tod remembered a time in the early days of their marriage when Marlena was especially turned on and, in the middle of heavy petting, began to play coyly with the hair on his chest.

"I have never had sex with anyone but you," she said, "so I'm probably not very good at it. Maybe if I had sex with someone else I could learn to be better." Her voice was breathy and lustful. Tod had seldom seen her look so aroused, and wondered how serious she was. "It would be for you. I would do it so I could please you better." 

He was surprised at how the idea aroused him. But he was too insecure and jealous in the early years to risk having his young wife fall in love with someone else. The thought even occurred to him that she might have someone in mind. They lived in married student housing in Germany at the time, and she would have had no problem finding a man to perform the duty. He knew of three who would jump at the chance, in fact had already tried on several occasions to seduce the chance. If word got out, he suspected there would be a long line of chaps outside their door offering to contribute to the sexual education of Marlena. 

Tod expressed his skepticism that she would learn anything more than what she could learn from him if she was willing, and they continued their play to unusually satisfying orgasms. Marlena never brought the matter up again. 

But over the years Tod harbored the fantasy of Marlena yielding her soft, supple body and delicious cunt to another man, and imagined that the novelty and excitement of breaking the big taboo would tear down her inhibitions to the point she would have passionate, even "animalistic" sex with the lucky fellow. And in Tod's fantasy, the hunger for adventurous, passionate sex would awaken within her and turn their sex life into an adventure. Tod felt their marriage was secure, and whatever feelings she might develop for a lover, would not come at the expense of their shared love. Besides, in Tod's mind the relationship between Marlena and the imaginary lover would be totally open and shared with him, and stood little chance of developing into more than the occasional encounter, in which he fantasized he would eventually participate.

If Marlena was reluctant to be adventurous in bed, there was little chance Tod could interest her in breaking her marriage vows. Or at least so it seemed. Yet he suspected that, if he planted the seed, there was a chance it might grow as the real prospect of a guiltless tryst with another man teased her imagination with prohibited, naughty pleasure. He knew that fantasy had to be within her someplace; she had once suggested it. And she had occasionally mentioned that she had never had the chance to have sex with anyone but him as if it were a regret. 

It was their spontaneous trips to Costa Rica and New Orleans without kids that awoke the adventure lust of his youth. It began to awaken the libido of his youth as well. Tod had turned fifty and the prospect that his sex life with Marlena might never go much beyond the predictable weekly encounter seemed increasingly cemented in fate. He finally made up his mind to do something. 

One evening as they sat together in their ersatz-leather rockers, he finally plucked the courage to interrupt her reading.

"Marlena, I'd like to talk about something."

She looked up from her book. "Sure. What is it?"

"I want to talk about sex."

Her smile shrank, but then artificially brightened. "Okay."

"I love to make love to you, but our sex life is in a rut and has been for most of our marriage. I hate to think it will never be more than a Sunday morning pleasure."

"I don't have a problem with our sex life."

"But sometimes you aren't interested even on Sundays and act like it is a domestic chore."

"What?" She started to get angry, then grew pensive. "Well I admit that I don't always feel like it just because it is our 'day.' I guess it is routine and a little boring. What do you suggest?"

Tod was relieved she was being cooperative. "There are a lot of things we could try, I suppose, but we've experimented before and nothing became of it." He could see her becoming defensive. He preempted her; "Marlena, maybe sex isn't that important to you, but it has always been more important to me than I let on. The reason I didn't bring it up is that I didn't want to pressure you, especially because it never really did any good. So, instead, I have lived with fantasies that I never shared. We never really talk about sex. We're open and honest on almost everything else, but that part of our life is hidden from each other." 

Marlena realized Tod was right about sex being an almost taboo subject, and she did not like the idea that Tod was not sharing what seemed to be important to him. His talk about fantasies piqued her curiosity. "What do you fantasize about?" 

Tod leaned forward and took her hand. "Are you sure you want to know?" 

"Do you fantasize about having sex with other women?"

He looked surprised. "Of course I do. It would be strange if I didn't. Don't you fantasize about having sex with other men?" 

"Not really."

"You're kidding. You don't have any fantasies about sex?"

"I didn't say that. I have fantasies about other men, but I imagine them having sex with other women, not me."

"Don't you think you're sexy enough? Do you feel insecure about your sexual attraction?"

"I think I'm sexually attractive. That isn't the problem. It's just that if I start thinking of having sex with another man, I feel like I'm betraying you, and I think of him having sex with someone else instead."

Tod was stunned. "I appreciate your loyalty, but the idea that you have blocked your sexual imagination for my sake is incredible to me. Imagination is only completely open range of our lives. There shouldn't be any boundaries. Sex is ninety percent imagination. No wonder you aren't that interested in sex if you block your fantasies." 

"I'm interested in sex. I just thought that thinking about sex with another man was out of bounds. I'm a little shocked that you don't. What did you fantasize about? Or should I say who do you fantasize about?"

"Actually, I don't usually fantasize about an actual person. My fantasy lover is a married woman in her late thirties or forties. She wants the uninhibited sex she can't get from her husband, and she loves to do everything you won't do."

Marlena started to feel a little guilty, like she had let Tod down and their marriage was under a strain she never knew about. She decided to add more about her fantasies to show she did, after all, have a sexual imagination. "Actually, I have fantasies of an older woman seducing a younger man, but it isn't me."

"You're projecting."

"Probably."

"Actually I have another secret fantasy. I fantasize about you having sex with another man."

"Really? Why? Why would you want that?"

"A lot of men find the thought of their wives getting passionate with another man a turn-on. Partly, I guess, because it is forbidden, and therefore titillating. For me, it is also partly because I see the thrill and novelty of doing something so naughty, so out of character, awakening your passions and your interest in sex. Doing something so uncharacteristically naughty, so socially forbidden would change how you see yourself. It would be one of the big first times in your life that you would never forget. It would be a real-life chance to be the other woman you fantasize about, and live your fantasy." 

Marlena started to protest, but stopped. She looked thoughtfully at Tod for a full two minutes of silence before she surprised him again. "Maybe."

Tod smiled. The seed was planted. "I'll let you get back to your book. He rose from the chair and leaned down to kiss her. "Good night, honey. I'm going to bed."

He was pleasantly, but not completely, surprised when she crawled into bed ten minutes later and snuggled up behind him. Her fingertips scratched lightly on his chest, and his cock rose to begin a blissful journey to her luscious pussy. Obviously, he had fanned the spark of a long-buried desire. 

Neither Tod nor Marlena spoke about their conversation for two days. Tod had a sinking feeling the seed had fallen on barren soil. Then, on the evening of the third day, Marlena seemed less than intent on the book she was reading. She put the book down. "Tod?"

"Yes."

"I sometimes regret never having had sex with another man. I always figured that whatever chance I had was gone forever. And you might be right that having the actual experience would be so mind-blowing that I might be a lot more interested in sex; I admit that I'm starting to fantasize about how I would feel opening myself up physically and emotionally to another man. It might help our sex life, and you said that it's important to you. Would it really be okay with you? I mean, you wouldn't secretly think of me as a cheater or a slut? Or you wouldn't trust me anymore? Or you would be so jealous we would never be close again? Remember that movie where Robert Redford paid to sleep with a guy's wife? Their marriage fell apart afterward."

"As long as you are open and honest and share it with me, I think it might strengthen our marriage, because I really don't want to be in the rut we've been in for most of our marriage. I am secure in my love for you, and I am secure in your love for me. Even if you started to fall in love with the second lover in your life, it wouldn't make you love me less if I didn't make you choose."

"I think I would like to try it, but I don't have a clue how. I can't see myself going to a bar and seducing someone. I would have to come to know and like someone before I could think of being intimate with them."

"We could probably figure out a seduction scenario, but you don't want to have sex with just some guy you find superficially attractive. It would probably turn out to be a big let down. It could be ome guy who sees sex as a 'poke,' or some hunk whose idea of sex is going through the porn movie routine. It would have to be someone you could open up to, someone who would love the idea of you opening up and sharing your body and feelings. Someone who would love the idea of changing your life. I think we should look on the adult personals sites. We could choose from dozens of prospects and you could get to know the most promising guys at a safe distance before we moved on to something more serious." 




The Gift



Chapter I

I was 19 years old when my father gave me "The Gift."

At that time I didn't know what it was and didn't know what to do with it, but it didn't matter. I respected my father and did what he told me to do. We were an unusual family, my father was a full-blooded Seminole Indian but didn't live with my Anglo mother and myself in Jacksonville, Florida but he visited frequently. When I was in school he often came during the day while I was away. Once in a while he came on the weekend and usually stayed overnight. My mother was deeply in love with him and, on these occasions, became giddy as a schoolgirl and beamed for days afterward. I know he took very good care of us and sent my mother quite a bit of money every month. While I was in high school, I learned that he was a very powerful medicine man and a key figure in the Seminole tribal council in South Florida.

He had met my mother while they were both students at Florida State University in Tallahassee where he had been an outstanding athlete. If she had gone to live with him after they were married, it would have been on the reservation in South Florida so they decided that she would live in Jacksonville, close to her family. She opened a small bookstore to keep herself busy and I worked there part time after school and on Saturday. We were closed on Sundays.

Although I was a big, handsome fellow, I was very slow to mature. My voice didn't begin to change until I was almost seventeen years old and by the time I turned nineteen I still hadn't seen the first hint of a whisker. My mother attributed it to my Native American heritage but I was aware that I was just not as masculine as my friends. Like my dad, I played football but was not as good as he had been. 

On my nineteen birthday in early summer, just a few months before I was to start college, my father came to visit, bearing gifts. The strangest gift of all was a small, sealed container of what looked to be tea leaves. 

His English was as good as or better than most so-called Americans but because of his involvement in Indian affairs and what the tourists expected, he had adopter a curt, very basic way of speaking. From his use of the language, you would never guess he had a PHD and had written numerous acclaimed books on Native American Culture, Medicines and Customs.

We were sitting at the kitchen table when he gave me the little canister and said, "My son, this gift is a powerful medicine that every young man needs. You are to make a hot beverage from the leaves every day. Although it is a little bitter, it is very good for you and will give you powers well beyond those of other young men. Be careful to take a cup every day and let me know when you need more."

Later, when I told my mother about this, she just smiled very knowingly and said, "Pay attention to your father, he does know what he is talking about. You should do exactly as he says. You will be much better for it."

The very next day I started my "tea" regimen. Within weeks I began to notice a very gradual change in my body. My hair, which was already long and black, became shinier and easier to take care of. My pubic hair and the hair under my arms became a little coarser. My voice deepened and I even noticed the first vestige of whiskers. There was a definite bulking out of my muscles. I assumed that the tea was some sort of a masculine tonic but I was soon to find it was far more than that.

Not long after I began to become aware of the changes, I was asked to be an usher at the wedding of one of my friend's older brother. The wedding went off without a hitch and I was having a good time at the reception in the hotel. One of the bridesmaids, Heidi, a girl I knew from school and thought was a hot number, dragged me up to dance with her. I'm not much of a dancer but we bounced around for a couple of fast numbers so I was relieved when they started a slower tune. I took her in my arms and was really getting into it, her body was soft and yielding and her perfume was intoxicating. 

She seamed to enjoy the closeness and wilted into my arms, but suddenly, she stiffened and pushed away from me. She had a strange look in her eyes and her face was flushed. "What... What are you doing to me? I… I don't… I can't handle this!" Without another word, she ran off the dance floor leaving me standing there with half a hard on.

Dejectedly, I started off the floor only to be grabbed from behind by an older woman that I thought was the bride's aunt. With a chuckle in her voice she said, "I saw that! What did you do to that poor girl? Did you rub up against her? Come on, you can do it to me, I like it." With that, she grabbed my arm and twirled me back onto the dance floor. 

Although she was much older than I, perhaps 35 or so, she was a very attractive, well-proportioned woman. She was tall, almost as tall as my 6' 2" in her heels. Her light brown hair framed a beautiful face, highlighting her rich tawny eyes and full red lips. She wasn't one of the bride's attendants but I had noticed her because she was wearing a gown similar to the rest of the wedding party. She wasn't kidding about the rubbing except she was doing it to me! She ground herself into me until my poor 19-year-old cock was hard as a hammer handle. She couldn't help but notice.

"Wow! You are something! Do you get like that every time you dance with a girl?" She hooked her arm into mine and headed us toward the patio. "Come on, let's get some air. I'm Alice, Joan's cousin from out of town, what's your name?" 

"I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Williams." (My real name was Jimmy Williams-Tiger, but I used my mother's maiden name in school.) "I'm a friend of Richard's brother."

The reception had begun to wind down and there were only a few people left in the dining room or out on the patio. She pushed me against a wall between two bushes and kissed me, not just a little peck but, an open mouth, tongue dueling encounter. She was pushing herself against my erection. 

"You are a big boy aren't you? I'd like to feel that thing you are poking me with." Her hand went down between us and she grabbed my cock through my pants. "God you are big! It's been a long time since I had one that hard." 

Her hand felt good so I didn't object when she undid my belt, the top button of my trousers and slid my zipper down. The moment she touched my dick she gasped. "God! You are big, hard, and nice to hold! It gives me the shivers to touch it! Come on, let's go up to my room and see if you know how to use that thing.

I wasn't about to tell her I had only done it once before, and that was with a girl a bunch of us guys got drunk and screwed in the back of a car. I was pretty drunk then and didn't remember much of it.

She zipped me up and ushered me around to a side door, down a corridor and into an elevator. The second the door closed she wrapped her arms around me and ground herself against my hard cock again. A moment later we arrived at her flood and she towed me (willingly) into her room.

We were standing about 6 feet apart as she reached behind her back and unzipped her gown. "OK Jimmie, off with those clothes and lets see what you got and what you can do with it."

By now, she was barefoot and her gown and slip were around her feet, on the floor. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, standing there in her bra and bikini panties. My coat, shirt and tie were off and I was taking my undershirt off. My eyes almost popped out of my head when she dropped her bra and let those luscious titties flop out. They were big, round and full with large pink areolas and nipples standing out like, well, nipples. 

She stepped out of the pile of clothes on the floor and dropped the bikini panties to reveal a small patch of pubic hair, trimmed into the shape of an arrowhead, pointing down at paradise. I don't remember taking the rest of my clothes off. But I do remember her coming to me and pushing her warm, soft, naked body against mine and kissing me with her tongue deep in my mouth. My stiff pole was folded up against my belly, captured between us. She pushed me backward until I collapsed on the bed with her hovering over me. Her warm hands were massaging and caressing my dick, which was already weeping precum. My hand was between her legs, marveling at the moisture I found there. 

Tantalizingly, she lowered her head and licked away the first drop of liquid oozing from me. She put her lips on the head as if to kiss it and gradually let it slid into her warm, soft mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around the helmet, dancing along the tender, sensitive underside but when she slid it all the way in, so far that her nose was almost touching my groin, I thought I would loose it. 

She looked down at me and smiled, " I don't know what it is about you but I am so hot I can't stand it."

I was awestruck as she slowly crawled onto the bed, straddled my hips, held my cock in an upright position and gradually lowered her warm, moist pussy onto it. Her hands were on my chest now and although it appeared she was looking at me, I could see her eyes were almost glassy and not focused on anything. She was making soft moaning noises as she slowly posted up and down on me, sliding my hard dick in and out of her cunt. 

She continued her leisurely ride, at times rising so high until I was afraid my cock would fall out. At the crucial apex of her motion she slowly and carefully lowered herself all the way down until she was nestled tight against me. In this position she wiggled enough to bring her clitoris in direct contact with the shaft of my cock and contracted her internal muscles of her vagina almost like she was milking a cow. Just when I thought I would cum, she would stop and start the exercise all over again. 

She was still supporting her body with her hands on my chest but she was in another world entirely, completely lost, oblivious of everything but my hard cock slipping in and out of her. Her head had sagged between her shoulders until her hair completely hid her face while she continued her quest to suck the semen out of my body with her pussy. Every now and then, she would stop completely, take a few deep breaths and start again. I'm sure the stops were when she was close to cumming. 

Finally, she gasped, stiffened, gave a little sigh and simply wilted on top of me. Although she was completely still, I could feel the muscles of her vagina clinching and releasing, clinching and releasing. It was more than I could take and I was straining against her, pushing her inert body up and down as I pounded into her from below. I would not be denied and in just a few moments I unloaded my almost virginal sperm deep into her, pulse after pulse and my body racked with the ecstasy of a mighty orgasm.

When it was over and I was basking in the thrill of having fucked such a desirable woman I became aware that she was still laying across my chest, almost comatose from the exertion. I realized that we had been at it for almost an hour. There was no response from her when I rolled her onto the other side of the bed. I got up, went to the toilet, cleaned up and when I got back I found her curled into the fetal position. I climbed into bed and nestled my nude body against hers, my soft dick against her ass. She murmured softly, pushed against me and soon began to snore quietly.

I had some of the most vivid dreams of my life that night. I began to get a warm, heavenly feeling that was beyond description and awoke to find it was she, laying between my legs and nursing on my penis. She was fondling my balls with one hand, holding my cock with the other and looking up at me across my stomach. She pulled her head up a little, smiled, licked her lips and said, "Well sleepy head, what do you think of this?"

"I think it's wonderful. I never had anyone do that to me before. Please don't stop."

"If you never had a blow job, have you ever eaten pussy?"

I had heard the other guys at school talk about it but had never had the chance. I really didn't want to admit I was so naive but I was afraid I couldn't fake that, at least not with her. "No, but I would like to try."

"Good for you. Most men are a little hesitant at first but once they get into it they usually like it. You just stay there on your back and I will take care of everything."

She moved around on the bed until we were in the 69 position. Her knees were on either side of my face and her pussy was only inches from my nose. She smelled fresh and clean and it dawned on me that she must have bathed while I was sleeping. I was wondering if I was going to be able to do this when she swallowed my cock again. Without another thought, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and found I really liked it. The fantastic feeling of her mouth on my cock and the excitement of eating my first pussy was almost overwhelming.

I stabbed, licked and probed until I found the little button that I knew must be her clitoris. She was wiggling noticeably when I sucked it between my lips and ran my tongue over it. 

She was sucking on my cock with renewed vigor and just when I thought I would lose it, she let out a muffled grunt, ground her snatch into my face and flooded me with her juices. The sweet taste of her nectar did it for me and I unloaded into her mouth. With each pulse I was bucking so hard she had to hold my cock to keep me from ramming it down her throat. 

When it was over, I lay there gasping for breath. She rolled off of me and said, "My God, you are good. Are you sure that you never ate pussy before? I don't think I ever had it any better." 

It struck me like a bomb when she added, "Your ability to please a women is an unusual skill. You should cherish and nurture that as a gift. Did you get it from your father?"

If only she knew. "Yes, I did."

We made love once more that morning before she had to check out of the hotel. She was obligated to stop by and see her aunt before she started her long drive back to Virginia. 

Her parting words were, "I think I'll go home and kick my boyfriend in the ass. I'll always remember you and your wonderful Gift. If you ever get to Richmond, call me."

30

Copyright © 10-27-2004 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

For comments on this story contact me through the link below.



The Gift



I was in quite a predicament, my husband's 40th birthday was coming up and I had no idea what to get him. I literally grew up with him. We were neighbors all through school and he has been my best friend my whole life. We got married just out of high school and have two daughters. 

We have moved out of our old neighborhood into one more suited to our financial situation. My husband Jeff is a successful engineer and I am an interior designer. We are both self employed and together we make a good deal of money and we enjoy it. There isn't a new gizmo or toy that he wants that he doesn't buy for himself. That presented the age-old problem, what do you get the man who has everything?

I had been agonizing over it for months. For my 40th birthday he had taken me on a surprise trip to Paris for a second honeymoon. We spent a week in that magical city; it was the greatest gift I could have gotten so I had to try to match that, but how?

Two weeks before his birthday I was discussing my dilemma with my younger sister Hannah after a morning of shopping.

"You see, there isn't really anything he wants that he doesn't already have." I said.

"I see your point, when it comes to material goods he's got it all. Well, I know of one thing that all men his age want, and I know he still hasn't had one of these. It would make a great gift too." Hannah said.

"I'm desperate enough to hear what you have in mind. What are you talking about?" I asked.

"What has he had only one of for at least the past 22 years?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know he doesn't keep anything that long." I said.

"Are you sure? Think really hard, you'll laugh when you get it." Hannah said.

"I don't know. Tell me what he's only had one of for the last 22 years." I said, completely oblivious.

"Woman, he's only had one woman for the last 22 years." Hannah said.

"I suppose you're right. As far as I know I'm the only woman he's ever been with. So you're suggesting that I give him a girl for his birthday?" I asked.

"Why stop at one?" Hannah asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, one night of wild sex with another woman would be a good present to give to any man, but what you want is a great present right?" Hannah asked.

"Of course, so what I should get him two girls?" I asked.

"That would be good, but what I have in mind is something a little different." Hannah said.

"Okay, you've got my interest peaked, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well you know how they have those clubs where every month you get a different cheese or jelly or something. I think the ultimate gift for any guy would be the woman of the month club." Hannah said.

"Woman of the month club?" I asked a little shocked but intrigued by the idea.

"Yeah. Jeff is a good looking guy, I'm sure you'd have no problem finding 12 women willing to fuck him. The tough part would be getting the other 11 girls to wait for their turn." Hannah said.

"What do you mean the other 11 girls?" I asked.

"Well it's my idea, so of course I'm going first. I doubt you'll have any trouble coming up with 11 more women. Come to think of it Jane, Kelly, and Beth will probably want to play too; they grew up lusting after Jeff as much as you and I did. For that matter Julie, Nicole and Amber would all probably love to fuck their favorite uncle. That's seven of the twelve right there. If you can find five more women to fuck him you'll be all set." Hannah said.

"You know something the more I think about this the better it sounds. Let's see whom else we can think of. Oh I've got an idea, what about his cousins Lisa and Kate? They're both always flirting with Jeff so I think they might go for it. That's 8." I said.

"Do you really think Jeff or the girls would go for having sex with a blood relative? I mean he doesn't have any blood relation to me or the girls because we're your sisters and nieces, but Lisa and Kate's dads are Jeff's uncles." Hannah said.

"Well, I'll just have to ask them and see if they'll go for it but they would make nine if they agree. We might as well try to keep it in the family and see if his sister Emily would be number ten. They've always been playfully close and have a very sexual relationship already, so I wouldn't be too surprised if she says yes." I said.

"That leaves two open places. I've got it. Keeping with the family theme why don't we complete the family circle." Hannah suggested.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have two daughters and they're both over 18, why not see if they'd be willing to give their dad the ultimate gift." Hannah said.

I hadn't thought about Ashley and Heather, they were my own daughters but when Hannah suggested them I instantly longed to see them make love to their father.

"That makes 12. Of course we can sit here and speculate all we want. Other than you nobody has even heard the idea. I don't know how we'll ever convince them all to participate." I said.

"You'll think of something." Hannah said.

As I drove home I couldn't get the thought of watching my wonderful husband make love to all of his close female relatives out of my head. I ran into the house and fingered myself to a thunderous orgasm. I had to make this happen.

With just two short weeks until Jeff's birthday I had a lot of people to convince in a very short time. I went to my sisters and nieces individually first. None of them were married so they weren't going to be cheating on anyone of much importance. I explained my predicament about finding the perfect gift for my husband and then went on to explain that I had decided that they would be the perfect gift. 

I wasn't too surprised at how fast my sisters Jane, Kelly, and Beth agreed to the idea; after all they had grown up next door to him just like I had and they were all jealous that I got to marry him. I was surprised however at how fast my nieces Julie, Nicole, and Amber jumped at the idea of fucking their uncle. 

With the six of them on board I went after Jeff's cousins Lisa and Kate. I realized how touchy such a request could be. I got them both together at Kate's house and slowly explained my dilemma of what to give Jeff. When I brought up the idea that Hannah had given me they reacted favorably.

"He'll absolutely love that." Kate said.

"Who did you get to do it?" Lisa asked.

"Well, I'm still working on that. I've already got my sisters Hannah, Jane, Kelly, and Beth as well as my nieces Julie, Nicole and Amber." I said.

"Why Kate I do believe she asked to meet with us to ask us to participate." Lisa said.

"I get that impression myself. Is that what you are here for?" Kate asked.

"Actually yes. I completely understand if you aren't comfortable with the idea of having sex with your cousin, but if you were to choose to participate you would be most welcome." I said.

"I'm sure we would be. I was the first woman your husband ever felt up." Kate said.

"Don't be so sure of that. Remember when he and Emily used to sleep over at my house we all used to take baths together and he was very frisky even back then." Lisa said.

"Speaking of Emily you simply have to include her. She'd never forgive any of us if this took place without her." Kate said.

"So are you two in then?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Just let us know when you have more details for us.

Surprised that I had made such a successful first attempt at inviting two of Jeff's relatives into a month long incestuous orgy I went directly from talking to Lisa and Kate to see Jeff's sister Emily.

It turned out that one of my sisters had already called her and told her what I was up to so she didn't even let me broach the subject. When she opened the door she said she was in with a big smile on her face. In fact Emily thought that it was such a good idea that she offered to come home with me right then and give him his present early.

That left just my own daughters, the two that I had expected to be the hardest sell. I sat them down together five days before Jeff's birthday to ask them to participate.

"So mom, did you decide what to give dad yet?" Heather asked.

"Yes actually I did. I haven't got all of the logistics worked out yet, but if this gift works out he'll never forget his 40th birthday." I said looking at my daughters as sexual beings for the first time.

"So spill it mom, what are you gonna give dad?" Ashley asked.

"Well, since you ask, what I would like to do is give your father the two of you." I said letting out a sigh of relief at being able to say it.

"What do you mean you want to give us to daddy?" Heather asked.

"I want the two of you to make love to your father." I said.

"You what?" Ashley asks.

"Your Aunt Hannah put the idea in my head that it would be the ultimate birthday gift to give your father a different woman every month for the next year. When we started coming up with names we got your aunts Hannah, Jane, Kelly, and Beth then we got your cousins Julie, Nicole, and Amber. Your dad's cousins Kate and Lisa are both doing it so is your Aunt Emily. We really want you two to agree to do this for your father." I said.

The girls were shocked. For a few minutes there was silence then they discussed it quietly between themselves before announcing their decision.

"Okay mom, we're in. We love daddy too much to say no, but we are making the condition that you have to be present to watch daddy fuck us and shoot his load all over us." Heather said.

"Oh girls I don't think I could possibly do that." I said.

"Then get yourself two other girls, because that is our requirement for participation." Ashley said.

"Okay, if that's what it takes to give your father the ultimate gift then I will watch as each of you make love to your father." I said.

With all twelve women agreeing to participate the 13 of us got together the night before Jeff's birthday to hold a drawing to see what order they would go in.

We had reserved a private room at the restaurant and the room was abuzz as the women were all talking about how great it was going to be to fuck my husband. Finally Hannah got everyone's attention.

"Ladies, we all know why we're here, just a few ground rules before we get started. As you all know I am going first so in a minute you'll be drawing to see who goes numbers 2-12. I know that it will be tough to wait, especially for those of you at the backend of the calendar, but we have agreed to be the flavor of the month for one month and one month only. During that month the only limits as to what you can do with Jeff are your imagination and the laws of physics. Obviously there are schedule issues around work and college for some of us, but I don't think there will be any problems. Some of us have been waiting for this opportunity for years so there's no way we're gonna be too busy or too tired for anything he has in mind. Don't try to get together with Jeff before or after your month. I know it's tough but we each only get one month. Of course there's always next year. Now on with the lottery." Hannah said,

The girls all drew numbers and the order came out like this. 

Jeff's birthday is May first so Hannah got May, my sister Beth got June, our niece Amber got July, Jeff's sister Emily got August, Julie, our 18 year old niece got September, Lisa got October, my sister Jane got November, our niece Nicole got December, Kate got January, my sister Kelly got February, our oldest daughter Heather got March, and our youngest daughter Ashley got April. 

All that was left to do was to present Jeff with his gift and see if he would accept the sexual services of 12 women he knew quite well including five blood relatives.

Typically Jeff and I celebrate his birthday with dinner at our favorite restaurant, but this time I had a party for him in the afternoon. All 12 of his presents were at the party and they were all dressed much sexier than they should have been for a family birthday party.

When it came time for the gifts he opened all of the usual stuff first and then I gave him a large envelope.

"What's this baby?" Jeff asked.

"It's your special present." I said.

He looked confused for a minute then slowly opened the envelope. Inside was an elaborate informational pamphlet.

"What's it say daddy?" Heather asked.

"Congratulations, this certificate is proof of your subscription to the ultimate flavor of the month club." Jeff read aloud.

"Look inside and read the flavors." I suggested.

He opened the "menu" and began reading.

"For the month of May we have Hannah a 31 year old red head. For June we have Beth a black haired 34 year old. For July we have 23 year old Amber a tall blonde. For August we have Emily a38 year old brunette. For September we have Julie an 18-year-old strawberry blonde. For October we have Lisa a 41-year-old brunette. For November we have Jane a 43 year old with auburn hair. For December we have 21 year old Nicole a fiery redhead. For January we have Kate a 39-year-old blonde. For February we have Kelly a 37 year old with black curls. For March we have Heather a 22-year-old blonde. And for April we have 19 year old Ashley with the long blonde hair. Honey what is this?" Jeff asked.

"This is your gift." I said.

"What does this mean, I don't get it." Jeff said.

"What this means is that for the month they are listed each of these 12 women has volunteered to meet your every sexual need or desire." I said.

"My sisters, my nieces, my sister, my two cousins, and even my own daughters have all agreed to devote one month of their lives to me as my own personal slut?" Jeff asked.

"That's exactly right." I said.

"That's fucking cool. What a great gift, I have a great family. I've dreamed of fucking all of you and now you're giving yourselves to me as a birthday present." Jeff said.

I was completely blown away; this had been far too easy. None of the girls had protested the idea for very long and now Jeff had accepted the gift without so much as a second thought.

I could tell that the next year was going to be fun and exciting.



The Gift



Paul pulled out of his garage and waited momentarily to make sure the automatic door closed completely. He then eased his old Mercedes 350 out onto the street and headed toward the highway. He was still perplexed about the call he had received the day before from a woman named Becky at "Casablanca" antique shop. It seemed that there was something there he had to pick up this morning; something that, she said, had been left for him specifically and could not be delivered. He asked her to explain, but she had been vague, saying only it was something his late wife, Lorna, had requested. His curiosity piqued, he was now headed across town to find out what was waiting for him. 

The store was upscale and tasteful. Paul entered and asked for Becky. The woman behind the counter was she, and she seemed excited that Paul had shown up so quickly. She led him to the back of the store and stopped in front of a magnificent mahogany bookcase. Paul gasped. 

He recognized the bookcase immediately as his own masterpiece, one he had hand-crafted years before and lovingly finished as a gift for his wife. It was easily the best work he had ever done and his wife, Lorna, had cherished the piece. But financial times had gotten tough in the 70's and the couple was forced to sell much of what they owned. The prized bookcase had been among the hand-made furniture sold. Paul and Lorna had both regretted the decision to let it go. But now, here it was in front of him—30 years later, and seemingly none the worse for wear. 

Becky handed Paul a note and he immediately recognized the handwriting as Lorna's. His wife had been dead now exactly one year today. He opened it with trembling hands.

My beloved Paul, this is my gift to help you remember me. I found your bookcase last June and bought it back. Becky will help you get it delivered to the home it should never have left. I thought the one year anniversary of my passing would be a good time to remind you I loved you with all my heart. Take care of my gift and never let it go again. Your loving wife, 

Lorna.

Paul felt tears welling up and he apologized to Becky. She explained that she had worked with Lorna in the months before her death to plan the gift. Lorna's instructions were that Paul was not to be notified until exactly one year after she died. She was also instructed to never reveal the cost of the piece to Paul. 

Paul knew Lorna had paid with her own money. Lorna had inherited a large sum from her grandfather just a few years after they had sold the furniture. There had always been an understanding between them that that money was Lorna's to spend as she pleased and that Paul would support their day-to-day lifestyle. He had provided for the two reasonably well but Lorna had often paid for lavish vacations and spectacular furnishings for their home. 

As her passion, Lorna was also very involved with the local chapter of the Create-A-Dream Foundation, which granted the fantasy wishes of dying children. She had left all she had—almost a million dollars—to C-A-D when she died. By their mutual agreement, she left Paul nothing but her share of the home and their possessions. The couple had no children, and Paul was glad there were no offspring to fight for their mother's money.

Paul arranged with Becky to have the bookcase delivered the following day and left. He found his hands shaking on the steering wheel. His wife was uniquely creative and that was clearer now than ever. He read the note again as he drove and fought hard to keep his emotions in check. Lorna, how wonderful you were to me, he thought. He lovingly reminisced about his wife and their life together. How angry he still was that cancer had stolen her from him just as they neared retirement age. He had not seriously considered dating or even trying to meet anyone else in the last year.

Paul had entered the northbound freeway heading back toward home and was picking up speed. The sky was gray and rain was predicted. Suddenly he was confronted with an astounding sight. A late-model Cadillac was parked off the highway on the shoulder. A woman of about 50 was raising the hood. She was exceptionally well-dressed, wearing a blue blouse and jacket and a matching knee-length pleated skirt. Knee-length for her right leg, he noted. That was because her left leg was significantly shorter and the left knee was not even visible. 

The woman wore Victorian-style "granny" lace-ups with a modest heel on the right foot. But Paul noted a build-up of at least 3 inches on the sole of the left coupled with an elevated, wide heel. Even so, only the front edge of the lift was contacting the ground, her foot stretching downward to accomplish that. Black forearm crutches hung by their cuffs as she raised her arms with the hood. The rubber tips dangled and swayed above the pavement with her movement.

The woman was brunette, with raven-black hair, well-coiffed and shoulder-length. She was pretty, though showing her age slightly in the lines of her face. Other than her atrophied leg her figure was nearly perfect with a thin abdomen and pert, firm breasts. Her right leg was actually rather shapely. The image Paul drew as he approached was of a monied lady who had probably had polio. As he slowed his car he could feel hormones flooding his body and the old passion for handicapped women ignited anew. He knew he had no choice but to stop and offer to help. In fact, he would have done so no matter who it was. But this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help a disabled damsel-in-distress and he eagerly pulled the Mercedes over behind her car.

Paul exited his car as the brunette placed her crutches on the ground and began to maneuver herself back toward the driver's door. She walked by first extending the crutches in tandem and leaning into them as she placed some weight on the short left leg and stepped normally with her right leg. She then leaned right and swung the crippled leg in a semi-circular motion until it reached its mate. Then straightening, she repeated the process. It was an awkward walk and did not seem to fit her elegant persona. Paul preferred a full swing-through gait in the women he had admired all his life, and he found himself vaguely wishing this woman used her crutches that way. But, catching and reviling himself for such thinking, he called to the woman.

"Can I help?" he ventured, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Damn thing died on me again," she returned. "I've had this car in the shop twice for this same thing. They obviously don't know what the problem really is, although they're certainly charging me to get it wrong." She was fuming now.

"Did you just now break down?" Paul asked.

"No. In fact, I've been sitting here for over 45 minutes hoping a policeman might come by or something. I just now decided to get out and raise the hood. I guess that was the right thing to do. Thanks for stopping."

"You don't have a cell phone?" 

"I have one and I normally never go anywhere without it. But this day—of all days—I left it home. Not very smart of a crippled girl, now is it?"

Paul felt another surge of excitement simply at her use of the word "crippled." It was a politically-incorrect term these days that perfectly described the women he was so attracted to. In spite of himself he began to think about how he could maximize his time with this lovely thing.

"Can I call Triple-A for you? Or, do you need a lift?" He blushed slightly as he realized the unintended double-entendre of his question. She didn't seem to notice. "I'd be delighted to take you anywhere you need to go." 

"I was supposed to be at a luncheon with some girlfriends. I was already over 30 minutes late and I've been here for almost an hour. But, if you could take me to the restaurant where we were meeting I might be able to get a ride with one of them back home. I'll call my garage to go get the car later."

"Sure, no problem. I'd lock your car if I were you. And...I'll put the hood back down for you." Paul was sliding easily into the role of Sir Galahad. "I'm Paul Adams, by the way. What's your name?"

"Andrea Mead." And thank you so much for stopping to help. Andrea Mead was making her way slowly to Paul's car as he pushed the Cadillac's hood down. She was holding her keys and turned momentarily to aim the keyless remote at her car to lock it. 

Paul tried not to stare as she first opened the back door of his car and placed her crutches on the floorboard. She closed the door and took two small steps to the passenger door, lurching heavily to the left without support. After opening the door she plunked herself down and sat facing outward, then turned and lifted her thin left leg into the car with both hands. Andrea then brought the other leg in and closed the door.

By this time Paul was in the driver's seat once again and waited patiently while Andrea closed the door and put on her seatbelt.

"Quite a process, huh?" she said with a smile.

Paul took a breath and decided to be as frank as she seemed to be.

"Did you have polio?" he asked, trying to sound simply curious.

"Oh, yes. A gimpy girl since I was three. That's the last time my legs were the same length. I used to walk without the crutches when I was in my teens and twenties, but I screwed my back up in the process and have been back on the sticks ever since."

"You don't like to use a wheelchair?"

"Hate 'em. Always have. I worked hard to learn to walk at all, and as long as I can, I will. Now...let me give you directions to the restaurant." And she proceeded to guide Paul across town.

The two rode in silence for a while. Paul was fighting to keep his composure. He had never been this close to a disabled woman before and he was wildly excited. He had an erection that continued to strain every time he stole a glance at the short leg in the big shoe. He marveled at how the little leg supported Andrea at all; it didn't seem to be much bigger around than a normal arm. Yet she didn't wear a brace. Amazing, he thought.

The day had started cloudy and it began to sprinkle as they drove. Then, upon approaching the restaurant it began to rain in earnest. 

"I'm sorry, but I don't have an umbrella," said Paul.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make a run for it when you park."

Paul stopped the car as close to the door as he could. He then went around to the passenger side of the car and retrieved Andrea's crutches as she lifted her leg out of the car. She slipped the cuffs onto her arms and, to Paul's astonishment and delight, broke into a full swing-through gait and made her way into the Italian eatery quite quickly to escape the rain. She put no weight on her short leg in this mode; it just seemed to be "along for the ride." Paul hoped he could hide his reaction and jammed his hands into his pockets. This was some woman, he thought! 

His thoughts shifted momentarily to Lorna and the wonderful gift she had given him this morning. He suddenly felt guilty because of his attraction to Andrea. Lorna knew of his fetish for crippled women but had not been able to discuss it openly with him. The one time he had surfaced it she seemed to be baffled by his admission and he never brought it up again. Worse, she had once admonished him for "looking perverted" when she caught him staring at a polio woman walking on crutches through a shopping mall. 

That had been over 20 years ago. Since then Paul had had to satisfy himself with a collection of photos of disabled women he had started when he was a teenager and occasionally added to over the years. In the late '90's, the internet had introduced him to other men who shared his rare fetish and who provided their own picture collections online. Lorna knew nothing of these activities.

Paul winced at the thought of how his wife would feel about his current situation. Nonetheless he followed Andrea into the restaurant and as she looked around he heard her mutter, "Damn. They're already gone. I'll bet they wonder what the hell happened to me."

"I'm sorry, Andrea. I'll be glad to take you home," offered Paul.

"You know, I'm hungry and frankly I could use a drink after all this. And you've been wonderful to help so much. Please let me treat you to lunch."

Paul protested weakly. At least he hoped it sounded weak because he wanted nothing more than to spend time with Andrea. Fortunately for him she refused to take "no" for an answer and asked the hostess for a table. Paul watched the stolen glances as Andrea made her way across the room. He was thrilled to be with such a fabulous female and his guilty feelings were melting quickly.

At the table Andrea ordered a vodka and soda; Paul decided to have a scotch-on-the-rocks. The two toasted and drank and launched into an animated conversation about everything. Paul learned that Andrea was divorced and had no children. That she worked part-time as an art teacher at a local college. That the part-time employment was for fun because she had been provided a handsome settlement in divorce court. That she liked to drink. The two had another round, then another. Andrea ordered a fourth drink but Paul demurred out of a sense of responsibility and fear of a potential DUI. After an hour they left for Andrea's home.

The neighborhood was beautiful and the house was palatial. Andrea poured two more drinks and invited Paul to sit on the couch next to her. She then stunned and thrilled him with her next question.

"Paul, would you massage my little leg and foot for me? It gets so strained and tired and a little massage makes all the difference." She was already unlacing the built-up shoe and Paul reached over to help pull it off her foot. He marveled at the tiny foot that drooped so her toes reached just below the calf of her right leg. He reveled in taking this leg and foot lovingly in his hands and massaging them for her. 

"What do you think of that poor little thing?" asked Andrea.

"I think it's wonderful. Absolutely wonderful." The alcohol was blurring Paul's normal lines of inhibition badly. "May I kiss it?"

"You want to kiss my leg?" asked Andrea with a giggle. 

"Yes. And, if you don't mind, I'd love to suck your toes, too."

Andrea seemed astonished. "Go ahead. Permission granted."

With that, Paul kissed Andrea's atrophied leg passionately and easily got all the toes of her miniature foot in his mouth. She moaned with pleasure. I've never had anyone suck my toes before. And I never thought anyone would want to suck those toes! She lay back on the sofa to allow him more opportunity to explore. All the pent-up sexual energy from a year of mourning roared to life and Paul found himself caressing, kissing, and undressing Andrea. 

"Let's go to the bedroom. Now." She commanded rather than suggested. Andrea was naked now, except her panties. She retrieved her crutches from the floor and Paul almost gasped as he watched her swing herself to the bedroom, her short leg flopping and bouncing freely as she went. She was a vision of incredible beauty to Paul.

Paul undressed quickly. Andrea stood on her good leg and hugged him, reaching down to massage his straining manhood. The two kissed deeply and Paul took the initiative to pick her up and place her on the king-size bed. 

Their lovemaking was rawer, stronger, and more spontaneous than anything Paul had ever experienced. Andrea was fundamentally a very attractive woman but it was her leg, her crutches, her crippledness, that drove Paul's frenzy. And she seemed to know. She encouraged him to touch, caress, and kiss her little leg and foot.

After two hours of lovemaking Paul collapsed into deep sleep. 

He did not awaken until after 6PM. Andrea was not in bed, nor was she to be found once he got dressed and began to search for her. There was no note, no obvious explanation for her absence. He was perplexed and he waited a half hour in the living room, hoping she would return. He left when she did not, feeling abandoned and greatly disappointed. Upon leaving the stately home he noticed to his surprise the name "Richardson" engraved in the brass door knocker. Andrea had said her surname was Mead. He shrugged to himself, thinking perhaps she had reverted to her maiden name upon her divorce. 

Paul returned home and found himself hoping Andrea would somehow contact him, although he knew she didn't know either his address or phone number. He resolved to return to her house the next day. Sleep did not come easily as he tossed and turned thinking first about Andrea, then about what Lorna would have thought. After all, Andrea was the first woman Paul had bedded other than his deceased wife in over 35 years.

Paul awoke with a start to his doorbell. He arose, put on a bathrobe, and quickly made his way to the front door. Two men and his newly-acquired bookcase were on the porch. He had them bring the piece in and place it in his den. 

As they left one delivery man turned and said, "Becky Richardson said to tell you to check under the top shelf. There's an envelope there for you." Paul closed the door and went quickly to his hand-crafted prize to see what might be there. Sure enough, an envelope was taped under the shelf. It said simply, "Paul" on the front. Lorna's handwriting again, he realized. He opened it and unfolded a much longer note than her first. 

Dearest Darling, 

If you are reading this all has gone according to plan. In addition to the bookcase, I arranged for another gift for you. Paul, I am so sorry I was never able to respond to you sexually as you needed me to. Years ago when you confided that you were attracted to disabled women I was initially revolted. That feeling mellowed over time as I occasionally witnessed you admiring women wearing braces and walking on crutches. But I had no idea how strong the attraction was until I stumbled on your most personal box of photographs. I am so sorry, darling; I did not mean to pry. And then later I became aware of some of the websites you discovered. I felt horribly guilty that I could not respond as you needed me to—with acceptance and understanding. 

I met Andrea through Create-A-Dream Foundation. She was a volunteer and we worked on a couple of projects together. At first I was determined to make sure you never met her, but when I was diagnosed with terminal cancer I decided to approach her with an idea. Paul, Andrea was very understanding about your fetish and she agreed to create YOUR "dream" upon the first anniversary of my death. The whole thing was actually orchestrated by Becky at the antique shop. She's Andrea's sister and she started the ball rolling yesterday by notifying Andrea when you came to the shop. Please don't be angry that the whole thing was staged...it was done out of my love for you. 

I hope you had a wonderful time with Andrea...she's a wonderful woman. But the agreement was that the decision whether to continue the relationship must be hers alone. To protect her, you spent the afternoon at Becky's house, not Andrea's. She left you because our agreement was she would take time after the encounter to consider all aspects of the situation. Andrea promised me that she would not "lead you on" unless she was sincerely interested in you. Likewise, I ask that you not continue the relationship with her unless you are interested in more than just the sexual aspect of it. Paul, I hope your "dream" was an incredible experience. Again, please know that I did this in love and out of a sense of wifely duty. I had to try and ensure you had a chance to find the fulfillment I could never provide. This was the best gift I could give. 

 All my love always, Lorna

As Paul reflected on the note the phone began ringing. He couldn't bring himself to answer it because tears were flooding down his cheeks and he was overwhelmed with emotion. After five rings the answering machine picked up and a voice he knew instantly said plaintively, "Paul...are you there? It's Andrea. I need to see you again soon..."



The Gift



It is February 12th, the Friday before Valentines Day. The house is clean. The supper is made and the kids have been packed off to my sister's house until Monday after school. I am alone and putting the finishing touches on his present.

I walk into the kitchen, bare breasts jiggling, and check on the chocolate melting in the double-boiler; nice and warm but not scalding. I tug at my nipples until they stand firm. I dip a finger into the melted chocolate and gently cover each of my nipples with a thin coating. My now chocolate- coated finger finds its way into my mouth. Yum, chocolate and sex—my favorites. I slather on a few more coats for good measure and go into the bathroom to check my handiwork.

At the mirror, I stare at my nipples in their hard chocolate shells. I smile. They will melt in his hands and in his mouth. I step back a little to make sure my perfectly shaved pussy is, in fact, perfectly shaved. A few minutes and a little fine-tuning, and I go into the bedroom to make sure the rest of my preparations are in order.

I've been a busy girl. The leather restraints mounted on the bar over the closet and bracketed on the floor on either side will give him a choice of positions. He can have me straight up or stretched in an x or whatever combination of the two he can think up. (Believe me, the man has quite an imagination.) 

I drift over to the bed. I have neatly laid out a variety of toys for him to choose from; a brand new riding crop, 4 clothespins, a nice sized vibrator, and a butt plug all in a row. I have also appropriately placed some additional wrist and ankle restraints on the 4 corners of the bed. I'm thorough if nothing else. I shudder a little as I run my hand over the crop and clothespins. I'm always up for some recreational spankies, but I've never done anything like this before. He has. This sort of play has so far been restricted to me losing a bet or as poker stakes after my clothes have been all lost. I'm now looking at 3 days of being his slave. It is both arousing and daunting. I know I'm going to be punished again and again; submission isn't my forte'. 

I stare at the symbol of my final gift to him lying on his pillow. It is a beautiful gold collar for him to place around my neck. I fight the urge to hide it, my stomach churning.

I check the clock. He should be home in 5 or 10 minutes. Too late to back out now. I slip into my 5-inch heels, and grab the handcuffs off the bed. I sink into a kneeling position being careful not to fillet myself on the stiletto heels. I spread my legs wide. I snap one of the cuffs on my wrist. Before I close the other, I can't resist sliding my fingers into my moist slit. My head tilts back and I moan as I stroke my clit. I hear his key in door. I quickly put my hands behind my back and snap on the other cuff. I am now helpless. I spread my legs wider, straighten my back and bow my head. 

I hear him open the door and his indrawn breath when he sees me. I sneak a peek at him through my hair. He looks slightly stunned. I stifle a giggle. Without a word he walks past me to the bed and takes it all in. I'm trying to keep my eyes on the floor but I so want to see his reaction. He comes to stand directly in front of me, the collar in his hand. He puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face. He stares directly into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

I nod.

"For the weekend?"

"For the weekend. Happy Valentines Day", I say.

He bends over and places the collar around my neck, snapping it shut. A wicked grin claims his face. "I didn't give you permission to look me in the eyes", he says.

I groan. "Well, we haven't officially established rules yet, have we?" Can't blame a girl for trying.

With the grin still plastered on his face, he says "Alright. Rules. You will not look me in the eyes unless I give you permission. You will not speak unless you have my permission and when you do, you will address me as Sir or Master. You will do whatever I tell you to, whenever I tell you, without hesitation for the whole weekend. Oh, and you won't cum unless I give you permission. Do you understand slave?"

Dropping my eyes to his boots, I stay quiet, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips. Catching on, he raises my chin with his fingers. I keep my eyes lowered.

"You may look at me and answer."

I look into his green eyes. "Yes master." I cannot keep the amusement out of my voice.

"Oh, you are so going to get it", he says. He turns away and walks to the bed. "Crawl to me."

I awkwardly crawl over to the bed until I am kneeling in front of him. He pulls off his boots and then unbuttons his pants. "Unzip them and take them off", he says. (Thank goodness he unbuttoned them; we'd be here all weekend.) 

I grab his zipper in my teeth and pull it down. So far so good. I wrestle the tight denim down his legs, all the while trying to stay upright with my hands cuffed behind me. I pull them into a puddle around his feet. 

"Now the underwear." I grab the waistband in my teeth and pull them down to join his blue jeans. His cock is already hard and waiting. I realize I'm salivating looking at it. "Take the clothes over and put them in the hamper."

I bend down, trying not to overbalance, grab both garments in my mouth and drag them to the hamper. I nose the lid off and toss them in. Of course the lid falls off onto the floor.

"Leave it and come here," he calls from the bed. I crawl back (should have considered kneepads for this weekend) and sit waiting and staring at his hard cock. "Suck it."

Don't have to tell me twice. I rub the head over my lips before sliding it into my mouth. It feels so smooth and hot and hard. My pussy is getting wetter by the minute. I start to slide my mouth up and down the shaft, hollowing my cheeks for extra suction. "Mmmmm", I hum around his prick. He knows I love to suck his cock. 

His hand tangles in my hair pulling my head forward, jamming his cock the whole way down my throat. I swallow every inch. He makes small thrusts, keeping his cock deep in my mouth. He fucks my face faster and faster until he explodes in my mouth. I hang on, sucking down every drop and licking him clean. His prick slides from my lips. 

He reaches over and gets the key to the handcuffs. "Turn around." I shuffle around on my knees. He releases my hands and chafes my wrists to put some circulation into them. "Stand up." I do and he pulls me into his arms. "Thank you" he whispers in my ear. I turn around and hug him, smiling into his eyes.

That wicked grin slides back on his face. He says "Who gave you permission to look me in the eyes?" Oh hell. "Assume the position slave."

It's going to be a long weekend.



The Gift



Note – This story contains acts of sex involving an open marriage and interracial sex. If this is not your thing, don't read it. If it is your thing and you like it, I appreciate positive feedback. Lily.

I knew Stoney was up to something and had learned in our years of marriage not to question such things. Just go with the flow and hang on for the ride. We had both taken the week off between Christmas and New Year's. Having spent a hectic weekend with family, I was more than ready to take advantage of whatever my sweet husband had in store for me. 

My Tuesday morning began with a wonderful breakfast in bed.  Stoney is a great cook and loves to indulge me with fine cooked meals. After finishing my omelet, biscuits, marmalade, fresh fruit and freshly squeezed orange juice, I made my way to the bathroom to find Stoney had drawn me a nice warm bubble bath. I had just finished shaving my legs and pubic area when Stoney came in with a card for me. I opened it up to find a certificate at a local spa. Stoney told me I had a one o'clock appointment for that afternoon. 

I had never been to the new spa that had opened in our area, so I was looking forward to it. I ran the gamut of everything the spa had to offer; mud pack, manicure, pedicure, facial, tanning booth, etc. and topped it all off with a full body massage by a delectable young Hispanic named Criscenzio. His strong hands were so delicious on my body as he worked deep into my muscles from head to toe. Me being me, this included a good bit of flirting and by the time I left to go home, I was ready for just about anything. 

Back at the house, Stoney informed me that I had a few more after Christmas gifts to enjoy. He told me we had dinner reservations at 7:30 at a new bistro that we had heard about. I had two hours to get ready. While I was putting on my makeup and sipping a nice glass of wine, Stoney laid out what he wanted me to wear for the evening. I guess he was feeling patriotic because he laid out blue stockings and blue g-string, with a blue demi-bra, topped with a white low cut blouse and a read spandex skirt and red spiked heels. As I would normally wear a more conservative outfit to a nice restaurant, I was beginning to suspect that this evening might include something a bit on the wild side. 

We arrived at the Little Texas Bistro to find a small, formal dinning room complete with tuxedo-clad waiters. The dinner was spectacular. We had a stuffed quail appetizer, followed by oysters on the half shell, a nice salad, then a delectable plate of shrimp and pork loin, which we shared. This was followed by a sinful cheesecake with raspberry topping for dessert. All of this with a wonderful bottle of Italian red table wine. The meal was just extraordinary and was equaled only by the service we received. 

We left the restaurant a little after 9:00pm and our next stop was at a motel lounge near the airport. I thought this strange as being the week after Christmas, there were very few business travelers and I knew the lounge would be nearly empty. As we parked, I remarked to Stoney, "I knew you dressed me up like this for a reason."

He replied, "Of course, my love. You know I love showing you off."

We went into the lounge and, sure enough, it was almost empty. There were two other couples and four men scattered around the lounge. Stoney ordered me a daiquiri and a scotch rocks for himself. As we sat at our table, I knew all eyes were focused on the ample amount of thigh that was showing in my blue stockings. After only a few minutes, a black gentleman approached our table.

As he extended his hand, he asked, "Excuse me, but I've been in here for over an hour waiting for someone to dance with. Sir, would you mind if I danced with your lovely wife?" 

Stoney replied, "It's up to her."

I knew Stoney wouldn't mind one bit watching me dance with this very handsome black man, so I accepted. On the dance floor, I learned his name was Ray. He was probably about 50 years old. He was about the same size as Stoney, a little over 6' tall and around 250 lbs. He had a neatly trimmed mustache with just a few grey hairs showing and was very well dressed in burgundy slacks and a white polo shirt. I noticed that, like Stoney, his arms stretched the arms bands of the polo shirt to the max. Nice. Me being only 5"2" and 120 lbs, I was dwarfed by him. Ray was a very good dancer and quickly deduced that he had terrific rhythm. He was a perfect gentleman, but did not shy away from kissing my cheek after we had danced to two songs. 

When he walked me back to our table, he asked if he could buy us a drink. 

Stoney answered, "Just one, then we have to be heading home."

I was a little surprised by this as I had about decided that this gorgeous man was a part of Stoney's plan. We had our drinks, said our goodbyes and left. When we arrived at the house, Stoney said he forgot to stop and get cigarettes. He doesn't smoke often, but does sometimes when he drinks. He said he wanted to run down to the corner store right quick. I told him would ride with him but he said, "No, you go on in. I'll be right back."

I let myself into the house and in less than 30 seconds the phone rang. It was Stoney.

He said, "Enjoy your final gift. I'll be back in a little bit." Then he hung up, leaving me perplexed at what he was talking about. It didn't remain a mystery for long.

I had just taken my coat off and hung it up when I heard the doorbell. I opened the door to find none other than Ray standing there. With a big smile, he simple said, "Merry Christmas, beautiful lady."

Now it all came together. My loving husband had arranged for me, this statuesque black lover for the evening. When Ray stepped inside, I closed the door and turned to face him. He took immediate control, taking me in his arms and pulling me to him. This time, it was no innocent peck on the cheek, but rather a full on wet sensuous kiss. Our tongues met and my passion index went off the scale as he held my tiny body in his strong arms. When his right hand trailed down to my buttocks and pulled me tight against him, for the first time, I felt the bulge this black Adonis was sporting. 

When we finally broke our kiss, I excused myself to freshen up and showed Ray the bar and told him to make drinks and put on whatever music he liked. At our bedroom, I found that Stoney had laid out a blue negligee that perfectly matched my bra, g-sting and nylons. 

"When did he do that?" I thought to myself. 

I lit a couple of candles while I was in the bedroom, put on the negligee, then returned to make the very most of my last gift. 

In the living room, I was greeted by Luther Vandros on the stereo. Ray was sitting on the sofa with a drink in hand. When he saw me in the negligee, his draw dropped, much to my delight. I turned down the lights and stared straight into his eyes as I slowly and seductively walked toward the sofa. I stopped next to the sofa, bent down get the drink he had fixed me, set it down, looked straight into his eyes, then slowly climbed into his arms and whispered, "I want you." as I lowered my lips to his. 

We passionately kissed for about 5 minutes, our hands roaming each others bodies outside the fabric. He finally pulled me up higher on his body so he could kiss and lick my heaving breasts, straining to get out of their confines. When he did this, my thigh rested firmly against his thick tool. When his fingers began to tug at the cup of my bra to expose my nipple, I said, "Uh, uh, uh! You're my gift, and I want to explore you first. Let's go get more comfortable."

I stood and took him by the hand, leading him toward the bedroom, but the journey took considerable longer than it should have as we stopped every few steps to kiss and caress each other. Right at our bedroom door, he stopped me once more, pulling me back against him, his arms wrapping around me, cupping my heaving breasts, kissing my neck and pressing his throbbing bulge against my cheeks and lower back. I was quickly losing control when he reached down with his left hand and cupped my mound, pulling my ass tight up against his straining cock.

We finally reached our destination and I allowed my open negligee to slide gently off my shoulders. I turned and stepped into his arms as I peeled his shirt over his head and off his bulging arms. At his age, he was in terrific physical shape. He chest rippled with muscle, almost hairless, with just a small patch of black and grey hair on his upper chest and a single gold chain brushing through it. As I kissed his chest, my fingers found his belt and began to work it open. As he kicked off his shoes, I slowly allowed my wet tongue to trail down his torso until I was seated on the love seat, face to face with his zipper. I unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them down his legs. He sat back on our bed, kicked off the pants and then stood in front of me. 

I cupped my bra covered breasts in my hands as my mouth went to his crotch. I slowly worked my way up to the waistband of his silk boxers and began pulling the fabric into my mouth, working them down with my teeth. He was clean shaven when I had worked his boxers down to expose just the base of his manhood, my lips and tongue danced over him, making him sigh with pleasure. I felt him unclasp my bra and free my breasts. I pressed them up against his flesh, relishing in their freedom and the feel of this strange flesh against them. My nipples hardened even further than their already aroused state. With my fingers, I finally grasped at his boxers and pulled them down. His cock bouncing slightly upward to press between my breasts. 

I leaned back to examine his cock in the dim light. Like the rest of his body, his black cock was magnificent. A perfect specimen of manhood. He was not yet fully erect and his cock was about 8" long and very thick. The circumcised head was perfect. Bell shaped and smooth with a dominant ridge around the base. His shaft was thick and heavy in my hand with a firm vein on each side. A dominant vein working it's way from the base and down the length of the left side of his magnificent tool. His balls the size of golf balls, hanging in their sack, one only slightly lower than the other. 

I pulled his cock up between my breasts and looked in his eyes as I flicked my wet tongue over the tip. As he moved up on his toes, I slid lower so I could open my mouth around the underside of his cock, flicking my tongue down to his nutsack, savoring the warm smooth flesh. When I pressed my hands against him, he knew instantly what I wanted and stepped back to lay on our bed, his growing cock falling onto his stomach. 

I moved between his legs and gently took each ball in my mouth, making him moan with pleasure. I began slowly working my tongue up the shaft and by the time I had reached the head, he had a full erection and was now close to nine inches of hard hot throbbing cockmeat. As my tender fingers delicately caressed his balls, I covered his head with my wet hungry mouth.

"Ohhhhhh, baby", escaped involuntarily from his lips. 

I began to work my wet mouth up and down his shaft, marveling at how hard he had become. When I pressed my tongue against the vein on the side of his cock, I could feel his pulse pounding through it. His fingers were caressing my head and running through my hair as I pleasured him with my hungry mouth. 

I pulled my head up, holding just the tip in my lips which I firmly sucked before releasing it and pressing his shaft against his stomach, flicking my tongue from side to side down the underside of his cock, lapping again at his balls, which were now much tighter than before, yielding their flesh to assist in the expansion of his manhood. 

I was lost in pleasuring his cock when he could stand no more. When he tried to reach down to my leg to pull me up toward him, it simply renewed my vigor and my mouth attacked his shaft once again with wet gyrations of my lips. Inaudible noises escaped his mouth until he finally was able to regain some form of control. 

He ordered, "Dammit! Get up here!" 

When I let out a low mocking laugh, he muttered, "Yeah, you're laughing now, but we'll see if you're laughing after I give you that kind of pleasure. I'm about to fucking explode!"

When I crawled up his body and kissed him, his hand found my aching pussy. It was now that I became aware of my own arousal as my wetness was dripping from my lips, the flimsy g-string far beyond the point of saturation. I gasped as his fingers easily penetrated my wet folds. It seemed that I rolled onto my back and he removed my g-string all in one motion. With two fingers plunged deep inside me, his tongue touched my pulsating clit, sending shivers through my body. 

After several minutes of considerable pleasure, when my body almost involuntarily surged upward at the pleasure of his tongue and fingers, it was then that I noticed my loving husband had taken his place sitting quietly in the corner chair on the far side of the room. 

As I quietly looked at him and said, "I love you so much," Ray must have thought I was talking to him.

He raised up to say, "Then you're really gonna love this!"

With that, he climbed up over my body, pressing the top of his shaft against my wet lips. As I reached down between us, he raised slightly so I could guide his throbbing shaft into my velvet tunnel. Again, I could feel his pulse throbbing against my thumb as I parted my lips with his head. Very, very slowly, he began to descend into me. He could have easily driven his shaft to its base, given my wetness and unbelievable arousal, but opted instead to torment me with his penetration, giving an inch, taking back a half inch. Giving two inches, taking back an inch. Giving three inches, taking back two, and on and on for an eternity until finally reaching a point where I slammed my vulva up against him, driving his shaft to its ultimate goal. My body writhing below him as a series of small orgasms began. Once subsided, he began slowly and methodically working his engorged meat in and out, bringing me to a level of pleasure and holding me there, not doing anything to allow my body to advance, but keeping the level of pleasure high. 

Unable to cope with the sensations, I was trying desperately to alter the tempo, which I knew would bring a shower of orgasm over my body, but he was just too strong, too much for my tiny body to overcome. 

Finally, and mercifully, he said, "Okay, little lady, you're turn to show me what you've got!"

With that, he rolled me over, holding me impaled on his shaft until I sat above him. He held my hips firmly, not yet allowing me to move, then finally releasing me like letting a bull out of the chute, and that's just about the way I rode him, too!

Almost instantly, when I began bucking on his throbbing cock, orgasm overtook my body, making me convulse and jerk as his cock seemed to be in exactly the right place at precisely the right instant. 

Ray must have noticed Stoney in the room by now as I vaguely remember him saying, "Damn man! You've got one hell of a hot woman here! This girl is fucking me ragged!"

As my orgasm began to subside, Ray plunged up into me, hard, causing me to collapse onto his chest and sending me once again into a torrent of orgasm. I lay helplessly on his chest as he plunged up into me. I was only vaguely aware that at this point, my pussy was exploding its wetness over him, squirting juices relentlessly in a flood of pleasure. Just when I was beginning to come down and achieve a state of semi-consciousness, leave it my husband to send me once more over the edge. I felt the bed shift slightly and Stoney's tongue probed my ass. His hands pulling my cheeks apart, his tongue piercing my sphincter. I could feel the head of the cock buried inside me pulsing to the size of a plumb, sending me yet again into another state of ecstasy. 

At what seemed precisely the right moment, when my body would not allow me to experience more please and remain conscious, Ray announced he was ready to cum and wanted to be on top. Stoney resumed his position in the chair and I rolled off of Ray like a limp rag doll. Almost instantly, he pulled my legs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. My legs were spread and once again, I felt that now angry cock part my soaking pussy. He stood beside our bed and drove his cock at an unbelievable pace, his balls slapping noisily against my wet ass cheeks. I cannot believe how hard he fucked me. Yes, we were just fucking at this point. It was nothing more than animalistic at this point as he drove his cock, wanting nothing more than to fill me with his hot cum, and me wanting nothing more than to receive it. 

In a dream state, I remember him saying how beautiful I was as he pushed my thighs up, wrapped his arms under them and held my hips as he drove his shaft to the hilt. As my own orgasm overtook me, I was only slightly aware of jet after jet of hot cum spewing into me and the primal, guttural moan that flowed from the man inside me. 

I guess I spent the next few minutes is some version of la la land as the next thing I remember is Stoney kissing me and slowly sliding in and out of soaking wet pussy. 

As I clung lovingly with my arms and legs wrapped around my sweet husband I heard him say, "I hope you enjoyed your gift." 

"I love you, Stoney," was my reply. 



The Gift



On Friday night, after a suggestion from my husband about us going out for the evening and to enjoy the delights of what the island holds for us we went out to a local resort in Lahaina.

We had a great evening of drinks (for me) and lots of dancing for me again. I danced fast, slow and with many women and men while he sat at the table near the railing watching me. He's such a secure man that it makes my fun that much better knowing that since I walked in with him that I'm walking out with him.

I danced with everyone who asked me and even some who just grabbed me and swung me between themselves. It was such a fun night.

I finally took a break and sat with my husband at the table. Several times the sexy waitress came over bringing me drinks that someone had ordered for me. I'd look over and give them a smile. We had one couple who was visiting the island from Maine come over and ask if they could sit with us for a few minutes.

He was a tall guy with sandy brown hair and really thin. His wife was a vivacious looking blonde who had on a low cut top showing ample cleavage as she set her arms on the table giving my husband a perfect view of her breasts. She had on a short miniskirt that couldn't have been more 18 inches wide from waist to hem. Long tanned legs and high fuck me pumps topped out the list.

As her husband spoke with me, she kept eyeing my husband giving him smiles galore and winks between smiles. She stood up at one point and casually moved her chair closer to him. They engaged in some discussion about the nightlife on Maui.

What it turned out to be was they were interested in getting together for drinks up in their room and possibly a swap between wives. I wasn't up for it and neither was my husband so we politely declined their offer but they still gave us their phone number saying they'd be on the island til next weekend and to call if we want to have fun.

They stood up and walked away with her giving my husband a kiss on the cheek before walked away. We both eyed her as she walked away from us. Nice butt and legs on her though!

We remained in the lounge for a short time before leaving for the night. We went into a cafe and grabbed a bite to eat before heading home for the night. 

Once in the truck, I placed my heels up on the dashboard and spread my thighs and began teasing myself as my husband loves to watch.

I was so close to an orgasm by the time we pulled into our driveway. We climbed out of the truck and went inside. As we got inside, I gave him a hug and a kiss and thanked him for taking me out. We kissed long and passionately.

He then went to the bookcase and pulled from the drawer a package. He handed it to me and I stood there opening it. When I got the wrap off and blew threw the thin box dropping it where I stood, I pulled my new dildo out.

It's just like the one that my sexy girlfriend uses on herself in a video from her website. Only the variation between her's and mine was that mine was a dark black one.

It has a suction cup base for attaching to a hard flat surface. I held it in my hand feeling the weight of it. It was nice. He told me to try it out like my girlfriend Maria does in her video.

I dropped my short miniskirt right there and pulled off my thong and walked to the bathroom to prepare it for first time use. I could feel his eyes on my ass and legs.

When I came out, he slid the glass top coffee table closer to the sofa. I licked the black head of the toy before licking the suction cup base nd slamming it down onto the glass of the table.

I knelt down next to the table and took the head in my mouth and began sucking it. I licked the sides, edges and top making it wet for entry into my body. I looked over at my husband who was sitting on the edge of the sofa he was watching me and my oral skills go to town on this fake cock.

I leaned over to him and undid his zipper and snaked out his manhood and began licking and kissing him before taking him into my mouth and sucking him to hardness. I told him I'm not done with him as I stood up. I positioned myself over the standing toy and lowered myself down onto it.

Feeling the thick head parting my lips I lowered myself completely down on it until I was sitting on the table itself. I began to use my legs to move myself up and down on the toy and balancing on the 5 inch stiletto pumps I had on.

My girlfriend Maria does this very thing in a video she has on her website, but she looks so much better than I did. I know my husband loved that video as it's his favorite among the videos we've seen of her together.

I did my best though in moving up and down the shaft. I brought a mirror back into the room with me so I can see myself as this beast of a black shaft parted my lips as I rode it.

I moved up and down on it and once I established a rythmn it became really easy. I placed my finger on my clit and rubbed it in tight small circles as I felt my orgasm approaching. I had my husband stand up next to me as I took his head into my mouth.

I ran my tongue over the tiny slit of his manhood and felt the presence of precum and that was all it took. I began to orgasm loudly as I rode this shaft. Moving over it faster and deeper as it penetrated me so nicely.

It was an awesome feeling knowing that I was able to copy our sexy girlfriend and be able to do this for my man in his home. I remained seated on the shaft as I worked my man's shaft in and out of my mouth.

He was so turned on by it that it didn't take him the usual length of time before he was spurting in my mouth. It felt so good to feel his orgasm in my mouth that I couldn't have stopped sucking had a typhoon hit the island.

When his orgasm slowed, I pulled myself off the fake shaft and knelt down once more and used my tongue to lick off my juices from the glistening shaft and head. It was a wonderful evening altogether.

We showered together after and turned on an adult movie off the cable stations and had a nice remainder of the night watching the movie and playing checkers in bed.



The Gift



"Would you like anything before you leave?" Veronica shouted from the kitchen.

"No, thanks, I'm good to go." Jenna replies.

Veronica emerges from the kitchen, hands behind her back. "Jenna, I wanted to thank you for taking time out of your busy evening to help me with the play logistics. I know it's a lot to ask, considering rehearsal lasts for hours. I don't even know how you sleep! So, I was shopping the other day and I got you this little token of my gratitude..." Veronica pulls her hands around the front and has a book. "For you. A book of my favorite plays. All reprinted here."

Jenna smiles. "This is brilliant. Thanks so much, Veronica." She leans in to hug her.

The embrace seems to last a few seconds too long, but neither seems to care, and lock their bodies in this position. Finally, Veronica pulls away. "I...well...I better stop. I could get in trouble."

"Why could you get in trouble?"

"Because...as wonderful as this seems, and is, I am a teacher and you're a pupil. I...can't."

"Can't what, Veronica?"

"I...I really like you, Jenna. Obviously."

"Really?" Her heart leaps and races at the confession that her director could find her attractive. Could this be happening? Could an older woman be lusting after her?

"Yes." For once, Veronica, the out-spoken, dauntless director blushed. "I do...but..."

"But what?"

"You're only eighteen..."

"So?"

"So...you're young. I can't do this. I've never done anything like this before. I couldn't do it. No, no way."

Jenna grabs Veronica's hands and places them on her hips. "Yes, you can."

"No...I..." Her hands seem glued to those hips, feeling the waistband of her pants beneath the dress shirt, begging to be ripped off. Guided by their own mind, her hands begin to involuntarily squeeze the flesh. "This is wrong..."

"This is so right..." Jenna whispers, placing her arms around Veronica's neck.

"I never wanted this to happen..."

"Shut up and kiss me." She does not need to be asked twice. Veronica lasciviously lays her lips on top of Jenna's, smacking mouths hard, as her hands slide off those hips onto her bottom and repeat the squeezing exercise. If Erin's behind was tight, Jenna's was about ten times tighter, not to mention rounder and fuller. Their tongues meet and greet, and Veronica's asks Jenna's to dance. As they tango on the dance floor. Veronica is surprised by Jenna's hands emulating Veronica's on her behind. Squeezing, groping, fondling, and twenty minutes later, they fall on Veronica's bed, Veronica on top, still kissing Jenna. 

Her hands find the collar of Jenna's dress shirt and begin to unbutton them. As she unbuttons down, she slides down her body so that she is kneeling on the floor right at the bed. After it is completely unbutton, Jenna pulls it off, and Veronica gets to work on her pants. The buckle practically pops open, the zipper glides down and the pants are off in two seconds. A pile of crumpled clothing lay at the feet of the desk. 

Jenna slides off the bed onto the floor with Veronica and begins to pull her top over her head, fighting with Veronica who wants to continue to run her hands all over the newly-exposed flesh of her student. Once the top is off, Jenna works her hands around Veronica's back to unclasp her bra and pull it off. 

Both women are voluptuous, though, it is really no contest between Veronica and Jenna. Veronica's breasts are like giant golden apples, with very large, dark, prominent nipples. They also tend to look very inviting to young mouths. Jenna is taken aback by the sheer beauty and size of her bosom, but nevertheless, moves her head down to her chest, kissing the tops of each breast. Her tongue takes several roads less traveled by up and down between the peaks, running over mounds and valley, finally finding the mesas and settling there for a bit. The right nipple burgeons under the touch of the tongue, and Jenna takes this into her mouth, pulling it even farther from the areola. She puts her lips over her teeth and gently nipples. Veronica coos and runs her fingers through Jenna's hair as she sucks on her. 

"That's it, baby." Jenna continues to suck on the breast, and her other hand finds Veronica's other nipple, pulling, trying to give it some attention and not leave it out of the action, though nothing could feel as good as the warm, inviting mouth and hyperactive tongue. Her mouth takes more of the breast into her mouth, a feat that she figures not many people could be able to do. Jenna's jaw stretches more to try to accommodate the large amount of flesh. She wants nothing else than to get her whole breast into her mouth, but can only fit about half in. Her head bobs up and down as she sucks and swallows, fails, and then is ever too happy to try again. 

It is hard to leave, but her mouth must find the other breast and meet it. Her tongue circles the nipple, quickly taking more and more into her mouth, pulling and pulling more and more, and her fingers work to twist the other nipple. Her hands are drawn down to the waistband of Veronica's pants. They undo the clasp, and Jenna looks back up to ask if she could take them off. 

Veronica stands up and slides the pants off, as Jenna pulls them down her legs and off of her feet. Her teacher is standing before her in only her gossamer green g-string, which quickly leaves the scene. Jenna rips the panties off and away, smelling cunt and wanting to see cunt even more badly. In a second, her wish is granted. Veronica's neatly shaved cunt, with just a tuft of hair on top, is musky and alluring. As Jenna leans in to kiss it, Veronica pulls back. "I want you to get naked, baby," she asks. 

Jenna stands up and starts to pull off her pants, but Veronica pushes her hands away, pulling her pants off and then her panties, as Jenna pulls that bra off. Now naked, Jenna stands before her director, slightly trying (or at least feeling that she should) to cover her fertile delta with her hands. Ostensibly, Jenna had never done any sort of upkeep, but she didn't appear to look prudish. Her nice, little lips still are apparent under the golden brush. 

Both women, now naked, embrace again, warm, wanting bodies, wetly wishing for a deeper connection. 

"Baby, I have a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Well...this might shock you."

"Okay."

"Sometimes, when I make love to a woman...I like to use...certain implements."

"Okay?"

"And, there was one I was kind of hoping I could use with you."

"Sure."

"Are you positive?"

"What is it?"

"Hang on a second." Veronica leaps over to the desk and undoes her briefcase, pulling out her toy of choice. She holds it up.

"What is that?" she asks, pointing to the v-shaped, double-ended dildo.

"It's a dildo...like...I put this part inside of me, and then I put this other part in you. It feels really good."

"I...I never had anything inside me before."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then do you not want to do this?"

Jenna debates for a second the amount of pain she might experience in relationship to the amount of pleasure and places of ecstasy she might be taken to. In the end, there was no contest. 

"I do."

"Okay, good, because I want to make love to you like this, baby." Veronica, now even more excited and turned on, shuts the briefcase. "Now, I want you to watch me."

"Alright."

Veronica lies back on the bed and spreads her legs, and motions for Jenna to get to where she can see. "I am going to shove this inside of me. Watch it."

"But it's so big..."

"Really, you'd never know once it is inside of you." The dildo tip finds the entrance of Veronica's cunt and begins to push in. Jenna's eyes widen as she watches the rod disappear into the hot hole. "See how easy it is?"

"Yeah, it seems fine."

"Now, baby..." Veronica stands up, with the other end of the dildo protruding from herself. "I want to put this end into you. Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I am going to be gentle. I want you to lie back on the bed." Jenna lies back on the bed and slightly spreads her legs. Veronica moves onto the bed so she is just between her girl's legs, and parts them more with hers. "Now this might hurt a bit." She cannot help but grin at the thought of popping this girl's cherry. "But then it's gonna feel really good, sweetie."

"Okay." Jenna can feel the walls of her pussy tighten against her will, and tries to relax. Veronica puts her hands on either side of Jenna and guides her cock to the increasingly tightening entrance. Soothingly, she eases the cock just past the ring and begins to push in. 

The initial shove in stretches the hymen, back back back, until the little piece of skin cannot take anymore and gives way to the large phallic object, pricking through; the cock smiling that it has invaded and won. And this is only the beginning. "Oh dear god, owwwwwwww!" Jenna screams.

"It's okay sweetie, it's gonna hurt a little bit..."

"Yeah but..."

"Shhhh." Veronica covers Jenna's mouth with hers as to muffle her screaming. As she does this, she continues to push the cock in, against the resistance of the angered walls, trying to shove it out. Veronica grunts as she shoves the cock more and more into the tight little cunt, not taking 'no' for an answer and having her way in. Finally, the cock snakes all the way in, far into the tunnel, and begins to search around. 

Veronica, up on her hands, begins to draw the cock back out, evacuating the area for just a bit, as Jenna can feel a bit of air enter into her hot hole...and then back in, the cock shoves.

"Shittttttttttt! Veronica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Veronica continues to work the cock back in to where it was, and maybe even push a little farther. She can feel her clit rubbing against and meeting Jenna's. Her clit is on fire...rubbing it against the other nub is stroking a live bee, wings fluttering. A bee drenched in honey, unable to move, wings flapping and flapping, trying to desperately to get out like her pearl. 

Meanwhile, the nexus slides in and out of Veronica as she thrusts back and forth, creating all sorts of sensations and motions in herself, rocking and rowing, sliding, and coming back in unexpectedly. With more force, she works the cock in and out, thrusting at a faster tempo, her cunt burning and wanting to smack Jenna's. The pulsations of her pussy is like an internal metronome. Tick, tick, tick. 

Now, shallower thrusts, at a quick tempo, wanting to just fuck this girl's brains out, move it as fast as she possibly can, and then go faster. Both lovers covered in lovers' dew, the beads of sweat collecting on their brows, as Veronica works harder and harder, and Jenna's hips move up and down. She wraps her legs around Veronica, who puts her hands behind Jenna's back and pulls her up so they are both sitting up, legs around each other, connected by the dildo, and rocking back and forth into each other, the toy deep inside. 

They kiss passionately, as they rock forward and then back, forward and then back, rubbing on each other vigorously, until at last, both parties present curl their toes under, dig their nails into each other's backs and praise the Lord. 

Veronica chuckles. "Well, the book isn't ALL I wanted to give you." 



The Gift



"Hello. Welcome to the Bedside Boutique. May I help you?"

"No, thank you," Daphne said. She had been there before, but this time she was not looking for something for herself. She was going to a bridal lingerie party for one of her friends and wanted to get her something embarrassingly racy.

Fortunately, her friend was the same size, so shopping was easy. Daphne tried on a few things and kept thinking, "This just isn't risque enough."

Jon was at the same store, shopping for his sister's birthday. He knew she loved the scented lotions and body washes there, so he was browsing the selection when he saw Daphne going in and out of the dressing room with lots of skimpy outfits. She was not oblivious to him, either. He caught her eye many times while she was browsing the racks. 

Their eyes met for a moment and she approached him. "Hi. I'm looking for some lingerie for my friend and I was wondering if you could give me a man's opinion." She smiled suggestively.

"Um, sure," he said, trying to subdue his excitement.

She took a few things into the changing room and said, "Don't go far."

When the door opened the first time, Daphne was wearing a white thong and a white baby tee, showing off her erect nipples. "How does this look?"

Jon stood with his mouth hanging open for a second, blinked and said, "Oh, uh...wow. That looks great."

"But is it racy enough?"

"Hmmm...it shows your body off really well but it's not very racy," he said, knowing he would get more of a show.

She tried on a few outfits, each one getting more and more risque. Then she came to an outfit that she was not willing to open the door for, so she cracked open the door and wagged her finger in a "come here" fashion. He looked around and slipped into the room, unnoticed.

His jaw dropped to the floor. She was wearing a black and red lace bustier with half-cups so her nipples showed out the top. She had on black fishnet stockings and a pair of black and red lace crotchless panties. "Wow...that's...wow, you look incredible. If we were somewhere more private, I would--"

Before he could finish his thought, Daphne pulled him into her and kissed him passionately. Her tongue danced in his mouth as her hands slid down his sides, untucking his shirt, and then moving around front to undo his pants. She whispered into his ear, "Why wait? I want you right here...right now."

She pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his rock-hard erection. She got down on her knees and took him into her mouth. She fondled his balls while his penis went slowly in and out of her mouth. When he was all nice and wet, she stood back up.

She kissed him again, this time while stroking him with her hands. She then turned around, putting one foot up on the little bench and her hands against the wall. She turned her head over her shoulder and whispered, "Fuck me" while giving him a sly grin.

He kicked his pants and shoes off and stood behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling himself into her. She let out a muffled moan, trying to stay quiet so the staff didn't figure out what was going on. His hips bucked against hers as she steadied herself against the wall. He kissed the back of her neck and she reached up with one hand to fondle his hair.

Every stroke got deeper and deeper, harder and harder. He cupped her breasts and pulled her closer while whispering in her ear, "Oh...oh god....oh god I'm gonna cum..."

Her ass bucked harder against him as he climaxed, gripping her tightly around the waist. She turned her head and kissed him deeply. "Mmmmmm...so I take it you like this outfit?"

He let out a small chuckle and said, "You could say that. Will I get to see it again?"

"Hmmm...nope. Remember, this is for my friend," she said with a smile.

They both finished putting on their clothes and she slipped out of the changing room first, making sure no one else was around. Then she signaled for him to exit and they both went up to the cashier.

Jon grabbed a bottle of vanilla body lotion and some scented candles. "For my sister..."

"Uh huh," she said, winking at him.

She paid for the lingerie and gave him a peck on the cheek. "B-bye lover," she whispered in his ear as she left the store.

-----

At the party, her friend opened up the package with all the risque, lacy underwear. "Wow, Daphne...this is really sexy!"

All Daphne could think was, "You have no idea..."



The Gift



Sandy was out of breath as she arrived for her appointment at the best women's beauty spa in town. Appointments are exclusive and hard to get, but Sandy's husband Dean had managed to book one. Sandy had had a couple of trying weeks at work that had left her exhausted and over-wrought, and Dean thought she could use a little bit of pampering.

The place was beautifully appointed in peach and creamy colors, accented by tropical plants and an incredibly sensuous aromatherapy air circulation system. Sandy checked in at the front desk and a young female attendant escorted her to the dressing rooms. She told Sandy to undress and take a warm Lotus scented bath that had been drawn for her in advance. Sandy undressed and climbed into the soaker tub. Soft music was playing and the air was scented sublimely. As she felt the warmth overtake her body, all the tension of the past few weeks seemed to flow out of her. Her mind stopped racing as it had all week long, and now she just languished in the enjoyment of her senses.

After about half an hour, Sandy was again summoned by the attendant who brought her a light cotton robe and a fluffy towel. She told Sandy to dry herself and to follow her to the next area. Sandy did so somewhat reticently as she had been so comfortable in the tub. The attendant escorted her to a beautifully appointed room with a bar and a sofa, and filled with surround sound music that was totally relaxing and softly playing. The temperature was homeostatic, not too cold nor too warm. Sandy was told that she would be given a massage in a few minutes, but that in the meantime she should pour herself a drink and enjoy the soft lighting and mood of the room. Sandy did just that.

Approximately ten minutes later, an incredibly handsome masseur came into the room with a cart full of various bottled scents and oils. He asked Sandy to take off her robe and to lie on her stomach on the fur-lined massage table he had rolled into the room. He gave her a towel to put around her waist if she wanted to. Sandy felt self conscious, and she could feel his eyes fixed upon her, as she stood naked for the brief moment before wrapping the towel around her waist. Sandy lay down on the fur-lined table, pleasantly surprised by the sensuous feeling it produced on her skin. The masseur approached her and without speaking a word, poured scented oil on his hands and sensuously spread it over Sandy's body, starting at the neck, working down the spine and sides of her back, to her buttocks, then down her legs and up again on the insides of her thighs, stopping just underneath the towel and very close to Sandy's pussy. Sandy oozed with relaxation, enjoying the feel of the oil on her body and the aromatic scents it exuded. Now the masseur began to knead her muscles, firmly but sensuously, working in circular motions down Sandy's back, then up her legs, under the towel and on to Sandy's buttocks. Sandy squirmed with delight, and as the masseur again progressed up the insides of her thighs, she let out an audible though inadvertent moan as he brushed her pussy with his hands. Hearing her pleasure he hovered longer, massaging the insides of her thighs just near her pussy.

Sandy became aware that she was by now just soaking with excitement. As he worked, he became bolder, this time letting a finger work into the crease of her crotch. Sandy tried to conceal yet another moan, but he sensed her excitement as she pushed her pubis into the fur-lined cover on the table. At this point the masseur asked Sandy to turn over. He helped her with firm muscular hand, holding her by the waist and rolling her over on to her back. Sandy melted, lying back on the soft fur, covered only by the towel around her waist, and her breasts exposed.

Sandy's mind was now drifting to erotic thoughts of having an orgasm at the hands of this man, and her excitement mounted as he spread scented oil all over her breasts, caressing them with a circular motion of his hands. He would stop only momentarily at each nipple, which he would tweak and knead with delicate fingers, making them erect and giving Sandy a pleasant surge of erotic sensitivity. He then worked his way down her tummy, then to her legs, down to her feet, where he spent time caressing each toe before working up the inside of her thighs yet again.

Reaching under the towel he moved upward, again lightly brushing Sandy's soaking pussy. She drew in a sharp breath and let out a long moan of satisfaction, which only encouraged him to put his hand under the towel again. This time however, he lightly began to finger her clitoris. Sandy thought she should tell him to stop-after all she was married---and she was terrible at keeping secrets that made her feel guilty-she would have to tell Dean at some point in time---but the sensations were so incredibly good that she couldn't.

For the first time since entering the room, the masseur spoke. He told Sandy that he could not help but notice that she was in a "heightened awareness state", and he wondered whether she might like a full massage treatment. He explained that his career goal was to be a sensuous masseur in Hollywood, and he wondered if she would like to rate his ability-there would be of course no extra charge. Sandy was by now too excited to tell him to stop, and all she could do was to hoarsely whisper--"Sure--if it will help you" With that, Sandy felt the towel being removed from her body, and she closed her eyes while he began to fondle her clitoris and to massage her towards orgasm. Sandy was lost in a haze of pleasure, sexual passion, and a hint of guilt that only added to the intensity.

At one point, sensing that Sandy was almost at the point of no return to a climax, he stopped briefly and asked if she would like to be his "oral examiner". He said he thought he had developed some good techniques for cunnilingus, but he needed her opinion. By now he could have done anything he wanted to with Sandy. She was out of breath with passion, and she mustered only a "do it".

With that, the masseur began to lick Sandy's steaming hot and wet pussy. He did have technique she thought. At first he licked all along the insides of her labia, sending desire not only through her pussy, but also seemingly through her entire body. He then licked along the shaft of her clitoris, up, down, all the while matching the pressure to the ebbs and flows of Sandy's mounting arousal. When the masseur sensed that she was sufficiently close to the edge, he changed the tongue pattern to a circular motion over the upper top of her clitoris, occasionally stopping to suck her little button gently with his mouth.

It took only a few minutes before Sandy could no longer hold herself back. With an intensity she did not know could exist, Sandy tightened up and came to one of the longest and most all-encompassing orgasms she had ever experienced. Despite trying to hold back, she could not help but moan and squirm as wave after wave of climax repeatedly crashed through her body.

When it was all over, Sandy lay with her eyes closed, feeling more relaxed than she had been in years. Soft music was still playing over the intercom, and the world had become peaceful and serene. When she finally opened her eyes, Sandy discovered she was alone. The masseur had left, taking with him the cart. Sandy dressed herself and left the room. On her way out the receptionist smiled and asked Sandy if she liked her spa experience. She also asked if Sandy wanted to book another appointment, but Sandy replied that for now, this experience would probably be a once in a lifetime thing. The receptionist handed her a card and wished her a nice day, saying not to hesitate to call if she had a change of heart.

All the way home Sandy was coping with feelings of guilt. She knew she would have to tell Dean everything eventually, but she didn't know quite how she would do that. When she got home Dean met her at the door and smiled, asking how she liked the spa appointment. He joked saying "no one really knows what goes on behind those closed doors do they?" Sandy smiled and said she enjoyed Dean's gift immensely. She asked what he would say if she told him all kinds of interesting things happened behind those doors. Dean responded by saying it all depended on how sexy those things might be. Sandy took Dean by the arm and led him into the bedroom-" Do I have a story to tell you" she said,-but that is another story altogether.



The Gift



It was bitter cold outside and the howling wind sounded like screaming children were pounding upon the walls. The fireplace crackled and roared, yet hardly managed to keep his feet warm against the chill and barren floors. Drifting slowly into the deep recesses of his mind, he was awakened from his trance by a soft rap upon the door.

"Come," his voice echoed and filled the room as a small figure entered slowly. She approached as if floating on air, every step deliberate and soft. Stopping directly in front of him, she quickly dropped to her knees, never lifting her eyes from the floor. 

She was a most obedient servant and very rarely disappointed him. Although lately, he had very little interest in using her. Slowly brushing her long soft hair from her face, he softly spoke to her, "You may speak." 

Her head rose slowly to meet his intense gaze, and her words trembled as she uttered them, a barely audible hushed whisper. "Master, I mean only to please you, for you are my life." Taking another breath to compose herself, she looked deeply into his eyes, hoping to find some of that passion and strength she had so come to love. "Master, I have a gift for you, I hope this does not displease you." 

As soon as the words had left her lips she lowered her head back to the floor and desperately fought to keep the impending shudder from attacking her body. Her pulse assaulted her, rapid and violent inside her, making her breathing short and difficult. 

Never before had she dared to be so presumptuous as to think she was worthy of doing anything without being told. In all her years of complete loyalty to him, she had never offered anything on her own. The thought of losing him haunted her, for many would die to have him as their master. She dared not look at him, dared not see that disappointment or anger in his eyes. 

He chuckled loudly and slid his hand under her chin, raising her eyes to his, "What is this gift you speak of my child?" Inhaling a deep breath of relief, her burning lungs greedily swallowed the sweet air flowing in, she gazed upon his eyes, relishing the softness she found there. 'My child' was a term of endearment he used when she pleased him and even though her childhood years were long gone, the term pleased her as well, it somehow made her feel whole. 

This time she could not keep her composure and her words fell stuttered from her quivering lips. "Master I....I....well, I thought that you have been most distant and....and...solemn lately, and this gift....this gift is only my desire to please you....Master." 

He studied her face and found the fear imbedded there most delightful. She was such an innocent creature and near perfect in her obedience to him. Sounding slightly impatient now, he pressed further. "Well...where is this gift then?"

"Master, I have left it upon your bed," she replied, again lowering her head. With this he slid his hand behind her neck and wrapped his fingers tightly in her long golden hair. Pulling her head back harshly he suddenly stopped himself from reprimanding her as he gazed upon her eyes filled with love and fear. Slowly he pulled her closer to him and pulled her to her feet as he rose from his chair. He held her firmly by the hair and pressed his lips to her throat. As she eased her head back into his hand longing for his touch, she suddenly felt sharp searing pain. 

Her blood was bitter to him and he released her. She fell to the floor and lay there in a heap as the cold air wisped upon her face by his jacket as he left the room. 

His curiosity had peaked by the time he arrived at his door. As he entered the room, his senses were filled with her presence. He directed his eyes to the bed and locked upon the vision of beauty he found there, his gift. 

As he approached her, he began to soak in her beauty, she was perfect. She was adorned in the finest black silks, draped over her figure, a shadowy outline of her shape, soft and inviting. She was tightly bound by the wrists and ankles, the shackles making perfect indentations in her delicate pale flesh. She had eyes of fire, piercing and burning; they were filled with hatred and fear, rapidly flashing colors before his very eyes, blues, greens, hues of grey. He was in awe of her beauty, her presence, her every struggle, every gasp for breath against the velvet gag that bound her jaw exposing her full lips. 

This perfection lie before him, waiting for him. He moved his eyes upon her body, soaking in every crevice, every curve, every strained movement she made. He watched her eyes widen as he let his jacket slide off his shoulders and drop on the floor. He undressed before her and delighted in the glimmer of fear and amazement he saw as his large manhood was released from its constraints. 

Sitting beside her, he carefully began removing her silken covering, revealing her pale perfection inch by inch. Her milky white skin exposed to him, he traced her body with his fingertip, gliding it between her large supple breasts and down her abdomen into the soft folds of her womanhood. 

She fought against her binds furiously, ignoring the pain as the steel cut into her skin, struggling, desperately trying to move away from his prying eyes, his probing finger. Her struggle was in vain and left her breathless and still completely immobile. She was at his mercy. And like a child who has exhausted all energy in a fit of tantrum, she struggled for air, fighting to breathe normal between shuddered gasps 

Her feverous attempt to escape delighted him and filled him with excitement as he gently caressed her cheek. It had been so long since he felt such arousal, such desire. She had long black hair that fanned across her chest as she jerked her head away from his touch. Running his fingers through it was like gliding through satin fringe, so soft and smooth. Her head jerked to and fro violently as he gathered her hair into his fist and pulled it tight. 

Now unable to move her head at all, she merely whimpered as he traced her plump lips with his tongue. Oh, how wonderful she tasted, her lips had been traced in a dark red wine after being gagged and her taste was succulent and sweet. Gripping her by the hair more tightly now, he gently sucked on her bottom lip. He loved the way she tasted in his mouth and could not resist the urge to bite into her tender flesh. 

Her blood was sweeter than the wine as her swollen lip fed him the sweet nectar. Her eyes radiated with heat piercing his own, raging with pain and humiliation, swelling with fearful tears. 

Quickly he released her lip and glided his tongue up her cheek to taste her delicate drops of fear. Deep and salty was her terror, sweet delights in his mouth. 

She smelled divine, of a funeral home filled with flowers, overpowering and alluring, filling the senses. Her essence permeated his lungs as he inhaled her odor. Tracing her pale skin with a manicured finger, he watched as a fine red line danced upon her snowy skin, entrancing him. 

Captivated he slowly traced around her protruding breasts, grinning as her skin began to break out in goose bumps. Locking his eyes to hers he began massaging her breasts, plying them between his muscular hands. Her nipples defiantly hardened against their owner's orders, begging for his attention. 

With a sly grin he wasted no time, enveloping her breast with his moist mouth. Long ago he had mastered seduction with his tongue and tonight was no exception. Her fear lost the battle to sighs of pleasure as her chest rose to his exploring tongue, sending pulses of delight through her body. She swallowed her breath and bit down hard on her gag, struggling to keep focused on her fear as the ripples of fire seared through her. 

With expert manipulation he alternated between each breast, feasting upon her silken flesh and hardened nipples...all the while tracing her shuddering skin with soft caresses. 

Her body moved with his touch and rose to his mouth betraying her, terrified, but lusting for more. 

Sliding down her slender abdomen covering her with soft open mouth kisses he slid his hands beneath her hips and lowered himself between her legs. Digging his fingers into her soft skin he leaned into her and inhaled her smell once again. She was a virgin, he could tell...and it made his blood hot with desire. 

Tracing her thighs with his tongue he watched as her eyes changed before him, her stare becoming flustered and bitter. She was an angel, this beauty chained before him, and probably saving herself for marriage. With visions of innocence lost and dreams shattered filling his head he slid his tongue into the soft folds of her pure untouched vagina. 

Every muscle in her body tightened as he tasted her sex for the first time, she bucked and jerked against him, fighting desperately against his probing tongue. Her fighting stopped as abruptly as it had started as she began to feel waves of bliss unlike anything she had ever felt. Coming upon her delicate nub hiding in its hood from him, he circled like a shark about to make its kill. 

Swirling his tongue around and around her swelling clit peeking out from its hiding spot, he could feel her arching her body into him. And as he lifted her higher with his hands clenched into her ass he swiftly suckled her clit into his mouth dancing his tongue upon it. Even through the tight gag her ecstatic sighs were audible and she began to tremble in his powerful hands. 

He moved his hands slowly across her hips and up her body as his tongue danced faster and with more pressure, intensifying with every tremble of her legs. Just as the throws of her first orgasm began to take her into a previously unknown ecstasy, he pinched her nipples hard between his index fingers and thumbs. She shook violently and filled his mouth with those pure succulent juices only a first orgasm can provide. 

Relentlessly he continued to torment her, refusing to let her come down from her powerful bout of pleasure. He moved his tongue down to her soaking wet and inviting opening and thrust it inside her. She thrashed about and trembled and just as she began to catch her breath, he moved upwards like a great wild animal 'playing' with his prey. Sliding his tongue on a sea of juices he let it rest upon her clit, feeling every tendon in her sweet body tighten against him. 

Slowly, her breathing began to stabilize and the pulsing against his tongue from her swollen clit slowed. When he was sure his prey was relaxed again he would make his attack, without moving his tongue from its resting place he sucked her clit into his mouth once more, covering it with moist and soft lips. Without warning he began once again his careful ministrations throwing her into climax again and again. 

When he finally released her, her body was shaking violently and she convulsed as if having a seizure. Her face was glossed with tears and her wrists stained red from the cuts of her steel shackles. He grabbed the key to her restraints from a shelf above her head and released her wrists. 

Still shaking uncontrollably she threw her arms about his neck and gripped him so tight he could hardly breathe. Sobbing into his shoulder he untied her gag and savored her gasping cries. 

Grabbing her arms from around his neck, he laced his fingers with hers and pushed her back flat upon the bed with the weight of his body. She could not speak; she just stared into his deep sunken eyes and whimpered, unable to stop the flow of tears. 

He touched his lips to hers and gently kissed her, a most delicate and romantic kiss. She sighed into his mouth and opened her lips slightly letting his hot breath soothe the back of her hoarse throat. 

His tongue slid inside her small mouth and filled it, tasting her own tongue and swirling it around. She had never felt such passion and lust, her head was foggy, her mind dizzy as she closed her eyes sinking into the pleasure. 

He pressed his hands firm into hers, pushing her further into the soft mattress as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She felt as if he were going to swallow her whole, but could not scream. Just as panic began to heat her body, he thrust his swollen cock deep inside his virgin gift. 

He inhaled her scream deep into his abdomen as he sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth, stretching the tender muscles to their limit. He thrust into her so hard he felt her entire body get pushed upwards as he tore into her fragile vagina and slammed against her, ripping into her. 

Her screams and wails of pain muffled by his mouth pierced his throat with moans of hot turmoil and sheer terror. He thrust into her with such force that his own knuckles began to turn white just from trying to keep her still. With every forceful thrust of his ever growing manhood her screams dwindled until it seemed she had passed out from the pain. 

Not wanting her to miss out on such wonderful delights, he sank his teeth into her soft tongue, awakening her from her slumber with the taste of her own sweet blood. Her mouth filled with the hot liquid as he continued to relentlessly pound into her. 

Her pain flowed in large tears, which streamed down her cheeks, mixing in their mouths a salty aphrodisiac just for him. He slowed his pace now and released her swelled tongue, kissing her softly as he thrust into her for the last time, deep and hard, filling her womb with his seed, his life. 

He kissed her over and over again tasting her blood and tears, her fear and lust to the sweet sounds of her gurgling and choking. She lie there on her back filled with pain, choking on her own blood, struggling to gasp a final breathe and mesmerized by his eyes, by the love she saw there. 

As her chest rose for the last time and her last gurgled cough echoed in the room he kissed her eyelids closed and released her from his grip. He stood up at the foot of the bed and moved his eyes upon his gift.

Studying his masterpiece, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Spinning around on his heel he caught his slave trying to slink out of the room. Clearing his throat loudly, she froze in place. 

He loved the way he could still induce a shiver throughout her body without saying a word. "Come," he commanded in a deep voice. She inched her way over to him on all fours, never daring to look him in the eyes. 

She sat before him like a puppy that has had an 'accident', solemn and scared, in perfect obedience. He thrust his hand into her collar pushing his knuckles against her throat and jerked her up off her knees. He held her face close to his and whispered, "Did you enjoy what you witnessed?" She stared at the floor unable to answer, unable to breath with his hand pressed against her windpipe. 

As he released her collar, she stumbled and almost fell, but managed to steady herself on her feet. She stared down at the floor awaiting his next move. "Take off your clothes," he commanded. She quickly undressed and stood naked before him, eyes still glued to the floor. 

His hand moved between her thighs and parted her lips roughly, he pressed his fingers inside her, they slid with ease in her wetness. "Look at me," he ordered her calmly, while probing deeper inside her with two fingers. 

Slowly she lifted her head and held in her moans, she did not want to make him mad. She looked into his eyes, curious as to what she would see there. It was difficult not to throw her head back and moan with pleasure, his hand was orchestrating a barrage of exquisite feelings inside her, but she did not dare make a sound. 

He studied her face and knew that she had derived great pleasure in watching him kill the girl, use her and discard her. Her wetness attested to that. He removed his hand from her body and stared at her intensely. In a deep and solemn voice he spoke, "And what if I had not killed that beauty....she is far more beautiful than you, is she not?" 

She stared at him and fought desperately to stay strong, to not falter under his words, but the tears began to slowly flow anyway, it was no use. "Yes, she is master," she managed to stammer out. 

He continued with increasing volume and anger in his voice, "In fact, perhaps I would have been wiser to discard you and keep this angel for myself." He watched as she began to shiver and the tears started streaming down her face, and continued berating her. "Why should I have thrown away such beauty, such pure and innocent beauty for you, you who do not deserve even my punishment?" 

Unable to support her own weight any longer, she fell to the floor, but never let her eyes drift from his, even now, she could not bare the thought of disobeying him. She lay strewn about the floor staring through water shrouded eyes and sobbing at her misfortune. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he screamed at her. 

She took a deep breath and with everything she could muster got control of herself and spoke softly but clearly. "Master, if I displease you so, I beg of you to take my life, for I cannot bear to breathe another moment if I have caused you grief. I have only myself to give master, my life is yours." She managed to get it all out without tears or stuttering and now she lowered her head to the ground, prepared to die. 

As she lay on the floor her tears began flowing again, she had no more energy to remain strong, she quietly sobbed to herself and wished silently for a quick end. Faintly she could hear the sound of chains being unlocked and she knew that her fate could very well be the same she had just witnessed, that same fate that she had gotten so turned on by just moments before. 

As she pondered the irony of her destiny, she felt her masters strong hands gather her up from the floor and carry her to the bed. She was placed gently on the bed next to the sweet girl she had kidnapped for him. She turned her head and looked for a brief moment upon that poor girls pained face before the room went dark. 

Her lips were parted by a soft and gentle tongue which swirled her into a deep and passionate kiss. She felt short of breath and weak in his mouth, never before had she felt a kiss so passionate. His skin slid against hers as he moved on top of her. He slowly entered her and as he began making the most gentle and exquisite love she had ever experienced, she heard the faint sound of a tortured body falling to the floor with a thump. 

Amongst her passion it seemed miles away and she slid into the depths of ultimate pleasure as her master made love to her like never before. Caressing her cheek as he finally satisfied the one urge he had always ignored, he whispered softly into her ear, "Thank you.....my child." For he had finally realized that truly, SHE was 'the gift' in his life. 



The Gift



Authors note: As you can see, I labeled this as a "Mind Control" Story. Some of you may see it as "Sci-fi" but since there are no aliens, flying saucers, or futuristic cities, etc., I stuck with Mind Control. This story is a bit of a departure from my past efforts and I have no idea as to where it came from. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

I am a 35 year old divorcee'. Frankly, I wasn't any better of a husband than my partner was at being a wife. The marriage lasted 6 years and we both new after about the 4th year that we had made a mistake. 

Having been single for the past 5 years has been challenging. I threw myself into my career, had a few unfulfilling relationships and gained about 20 pounds. I suspect this is probably a pretty typical reaction to a failed marriage. As a Regional Vice President of Sales for a tech company, I often travel to a variety of "fun" locations for seminars, trade shows, etc. and this week was no different as I found myself in New Orleans for a few days of, "Technology Expo." Hey, I was up for a little fun and when you are in that frame of mind, New Orleans is a pretty good place to be. 

It was about 11 pm and being pretty tanked I wandered off of Bourbon Street. I'm no kid and clearly should have known better but with the drinks and all, I wasn't thinking straight. As I walked about a block off of the main drag, I heard a scream and to my surprise and horror, I saw two dark figures attacking a woman. I yelled something, I don't remember what, and started to advance towards them with my "beer muscles" ready to attack. Well instead of me engaging in a fight that would likely get me at least injured and possibly killed, the attackers seemed to just, "disappear." One minute they were grappling with their intended victim, I shout, and then, they just weren't there anymore.

Probably due to the alcohol, the frantic nature of the event and the darkness of the street around me, I didn't spend as much time processing what I saw. Instead, I was more focused on the fact that the woman was now lying quite still in the street. I was sure that she had been injured in some way and I was more concerned about helping her than I was worried about, "what injured her." Being quite the hero (yeah, right), I went to her and helped her up. 

As I got her to her feet, I got a whiff of some sort of exotic smell. Even with the intenseness of the situation, it caused a brief pause in my actions as the smell registered into my mind. It was a scent that was hard to describe but seemed to give me a bit of a, "surge." 

Re-focusing on the task at hand. I looked over this woman and immediately noticed that she was a very dark, black woman wearing a bulky dress with some sort of, "figure hiding" garment wrapped around her waist. She also had a scarf of sorts that completely covered the top of her head and hair. 

She immediately busied herself by brushing herself off and seemed to completely ignore the fact that the top of her dress had torn and her right tit was literally hanging out for anyone to see. Even in the light, I could see her nipple responding to the night air. Her chocolate skin was very inviting and her nipple looked very suck able. 

As that thought flashed through my head, she looked up at me with a bit of a bemused grin. Almost like she knew what I was thinking. I blushed and felt ashamed of myself considering the situation and all.

I started to try and justify the effect she was having on me within my own mind. OK, I know that she was a bit vulnerable but hey, I was drunk and just getting over a massive adrenalin rush to help her and lastly, "I just couldn't help it." None-the-less, I was ashamed that the sight of her bare breast made my dick come to life. It also didn't help matters that as she steadied herself against me, I could feel it push against my arm.

Finally looking up at me, I heard her say in a very thick, Cajun accent, "Thank you. I am owing you much for helpin' me." 

The lights were low but when I looked more closely at her face, I could see that she had very sharp and, attractive features. Beautiful cheekbones and a slender chin and throat. Everything about her looked normal and lovely except when I peered into her brown eyes which in a word looked, "ancient." I couldn't help but stare and soon started to feel a little lost and disoriented. I gave my head a little shake to bring myself out of this trance and found a voice to reply to her saying, "Really, no problem are you ok?" and then I started to motion with my hands to let her know that her rather large breast was exposed. 

She just grinned with a huge mouthful of teeth and replied, "Now this here black breast wouldn't be scarin' the likes of you now would it?" 

Being totally confused by her reaction, I said, "No, ma'am, I guess it wouldn't." 

She continued smiling and said, "Now for helping me in my time of need, I'm gonna be givin' you a real special reward."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary."

"Oh yes it would now you jus' come with me." With that she looped my arm with hers and walked me to the end of the block where we came to a door of a small shop. The sign said, "Fortunes, Spells and Such" and we stepped inside. Now this was one weird place. Jar after jar of just odd things, bugs, stuff that looked like hair, and all types of herbs (I think). 

"Now you jus' be waitin' her for a moment while I fix up some nice special tea." Then pointing to the corner of the shop, she instructed, "You go and have a seat over there."

I made my way over to a small, modest table in the corner that was surrounded by two rickety chairs. I wasn't real sure that this old chair would even hold me so I carefully lowered myself so as to not break it while I waited for the tea. I looked up and watched her hips sway back and forth as she climbed a short flight of stairs and then disappeared into whatever room she entered. While this woman had an absolute air of strangeness about her, watching her black ass sachet up the stairs, made me even hornier. 

A few moments later, she started back down the stairs. I immediately could see that she had changed into a nightshirt that came down to about the middle of her thigh with a scooped neckline. Her feet were bare and I could make out the brown aureoles of her very large black, bra-less breasts that pressed in a proud way against the thin cotton material of the nightshirt. Also, with a little more light, the features of her face were more visible and frankly, I couldn't begin to guess her age. Her face was very pretty and there were no wrinkles to be seen except for some crow's feet near the eyes. However, to look into her eyes was like looking at something, very, very old. There was definitely an "age" to those large brown eyes but her face looked much younger than her gaze. She was about 5'6 and I guess she weighed about 120 lbs. Her hair was still under a hair wrap so I have no idea as to what that looked like. In her hands she had two cups of tea and she extended her hand and offered one of those to me. 

As I took the cup from her, she sat in the rickety chair next to me and ran her wrist under my nose and said, "Do you like my scent?" 

As I inhaled, I could feel my head start to spin and I knew that was the same scent I had experienced just a few moments ago when I helped her up onto her feet.. "Wow, what is it?" 

"Ohhhh now, justa' little somethin' for special people like you."

I leaned forward and took another long smell of this fragrance and it was simply wonderful. In fact, it seemed to make me feel even drunker or perhaps, more lightheaded, than I already was. I gave my head a little shake and looked back to her face and I could tell that she was carefully studying me as if she was waiting for something to happen. 

Almost like she knew what I was thinking, her expression changed immediately and her lips opened to release a radiant smile and then I heard her say, "Take a sip of this tea Mitch, I'm sure ya'll like it." 

As I took my sip, I realized..... I never told her my name.

I gave her a bewildered look and she continued, "Now, there are a many things I know and names, they justa' come a real easy for me so don't be afraid of this old black lady." 

"Well, I'm not afraid (lie) and anyways, you don't look old to me."

She replied, "Sometimes a book be older than it looks" and then she let out a high-pitched little giggle. 

With the beers, the tea and whatever that fragrance was, I felt strangely relaxed and at the same time, had to admit that this was getting a little creepy. So to continue to lighten up the subject, I said, "Well, however, old you are, you look great."

At the compliment, my black hostess gave a deep curtsey, which offered me a great peek at her large round breasts as they "plopped" into view down the neck of her nightshirt. Yep, she caught my glance and, instead of scolding me, she just gave me a big, toothy "knowing" grin.

A bit embarrassed, I tried to rescue the situation. "So, what is your name?"

With a bemused grin, she replied, "Now Mitch, what name would you be given to someone such as me?"

I have to admit, she sure knew how to manage a conversation that keeps a fella, shall we say, "off balance." 

"I guess I really don't know what your name is." 

"Now don't ya' be worrin' 'bout that none 'cause you see, folks round' here tend to call me, Annie but as my special friend you can jus' call me anything your sweet little heart would want." 

As I considered my potential responses I took another sip of that wonderful tea and realized that I was completely fucked up and as horny as a horse. Now, I don't mean I just wanted to have sex, I was so "hot" that I would let a camel suck my dick. A surge of sexual energy, desire and sheer lust was racing through me like I had never known. My dick was so hard it hurt and yet I began to sense something else....., someone or something was rubbing my cock! 

I quickly peeked under the table and was shocked to see that my pants and shorts were down to my ankles and Annie's hand was jacking me off! Her long black fingers just slid up and down my white shaft. For a moment, I was just mesmerized at the site and her masterful touch but somewhere in the back of my, very confused mind, I was trying to remember how did she (or was it me?) pull my pants down without me realizing it? 

As the recognition of what was occurring under the table started to settle into my face, Annie took her queue to again, keep me off balance.

"Now getting back to them names," as her hand continued to stroke my shaft and fondle my balls. "I've been called so many things; a sorcerer, a witch, a whore." Annie stopped to collect her thoughts and took an additional moment to glance down at her hand jacking off my cock. Then with another toothy smile and giggle, she went on to confide, "I reckon that I am, at times, all of those things." 

With what must have been a look of total lust and confusion I replied, "What are you?" 

"Well darlin', let's just say that I am a good luck piece." She let out a little giggle at the play on words, "A good luck piece, that's kinda funny when ya' be considerin' what we is about to do' now isn't it darlin'."

"Annie, what do you expect that we are going to do?"

"Now, Mitch darlin', you know full well what we gonna do. We gonna suck and we gonna fuck so Annie can thank you for all your bravery. Once we be done, Annie is gonna give you a very special gift. Now I be thinkin' that my perfume and this tea has had its effect on you. Your cock be as hard as a rock and I be thinkin' that you wanna give Annie some of that pecker right about now."

The perfume, the tea, I guess there was no doubt that I had been drugged and frankly, I really didn't care. Annie was right, all I wanted to do was fuck her.... just plain fuck her and when I looked into her face, there was no doubt that is exactly what I was gonna do.

"Annie, I have no idea how you are doing this to me but it feels wonderful."

"Honey, the tea and perfume will let us fuck all night. My darlin' Mitch, you have no idea how good Annie can make you f-e-e-l." 

As the word f-e-e-l left her lips, her tongue seemed to reach right out of her head like a snake to the tip of my cock where she gave my pecker-head a loving little lick.

I shook my head at the image to clear my head and to myself questioned, what the hell did I just see but at this point, I was no longer in the rickety chair by the little table, I was laying down naked on a bed with a white comforter and Annie was giving my dick the deep throating of a lifetime!

Her big black lips were riding up and down my hard cock. But was it my cock? Damn, it looked, "bigger." I also noticed that Annie was also naked and had lost her hair wrap. I could see streaks of gray in her hair that defied the youthful look of her face. However, that thought quickly left my mind as my balls started to bubble and then I released a torrent of cum down Annie's throat. It was wonderful and she just kept working my cock with her mouth, not only swallowing everything I was giving her but keeping me just as hard as I was. I continued to watch her mouth envelop my prick and my mind started to confirm that, "yep, my dick sure looks does look bigger."

She reached for the teacup next to the bed and took a little sip and then handed it to me, which I drank all the way down. Annie just giggled and said, "That will make you hard till morning. I guess Annie has got her work cut out for her now doesn't she darlin'?" Then she went on to say, "Now why don't you make Annie feel real good, Ok Mitch, darlin'?"

With that, Annie crawled up my body. First she pushed her tongue between my lips and with her other hand placed my cock in her cunt. "Ohhh, lover that be feeling so good. You ever fuck a dark girl before, Mitch?" 

I was a little embarrassed, "No Annie I haven't."

"Well your doin' a fine job of it now darlin'."

And I was. Up and down she went. My hands were on her big black breasts squeezing them and pulling at her nipples. Annie's head was thrown back and I heard noises escape her mouth that sounded more animal than human. It was wild.

I was getting close to filling her up with my cum but Annie pulled herself off of my, "ever growing" cock and climbed up my body where she squatted her black cunt that I was just fucking squarely over my mouth.

I couldn't wait to taste her. 

She ground her cunt into my face and I responded by shoving my tongue as far into her canal as I could. As I alternated between tonguing her and chewing on her clit, I heard those same, "animal like" noises leave her mouth. Soon, Annie pushed down so hard onto my face that I could barely breath while she creamed my face with her cunt juice.

I continued to lick her up and then she wheeled around into a "69" and took my cock back into her mouth where she swallowed more of my cum. 

Anyway, now that I had cum twice, I was simply astounded that my cock was still at attention. 

Annie took her mouth from me and started to continue to work my cock with her hand. I being on the other end continued to use my mouth and fingers on her pussy and now on her ass hole as well.

"So you be wanting some black ass, now would ya darlin'? You just come and get it boy."

Annie got off of the bed and leaned over a small table in her bedroom, which allowed her to poke her ass back into my direction on the bed. She swayed it back and forth to taunt me saying, "Come take my ass Mitch." Then she spread her ass cheeks so I could see her little puckered anus staring back at me. 

As I got off the bed and grabbed my tool, I was amazed at its, "transformation." It was simply, "huge"! At least 9 inches in length and a girth that seemed to be closer to the size of my own wrist. I was amazed and had no idea if I was hallucinating or if "somehow" my dick grew a couple of inches. Needless to say, I put any thought of looking for a ruler behind me and I walked up behind Annie and pushed my cock up into her rectum. I was amazed that her sphincter offered literally no resistance to my invading pole.

"Ahhh, lover, that's it, fuck Annie's blackest hole. Emmmm..."

I could hear Annie making sounds, or maybe they were words but I couldn't quite hear and I also didn't understand. Every now and then I would hear her speaking to someone or something..., not real sure what the name was but, well, I think it started with an E and it had a Z in it somewhere and whatever she was calling it, she was asking it to make her, "young again."

Being in a sexual frenzy, I stopped worrying about what she was saying and continued to piston in and out of her black butt. As Annie pushed back to meet my thrusts, I could still hear her repeatedly make her, "young again" requests and they were followed by more animalistic sounds coming from her mouth. 

Even as I blasted a load of cum into her bowels, I knew I needed more of her. So as I withdrew my cock, Annie slowly turned and even in my drug induced, stupor, I was astounded to notice that the gray streaks in Annie's hair were now nearly gone! She could see the look of astonishment on my face but just like Annie, she gave me that knowing little grin, and without missing a beat, dropped to her knees and took my, still hard dick into her mouth with relish. 

Chapter 2

My eyes opened up and it was 1:30 but instead of being in Annie's bed, I was in my hotel room. Furthermore, it became clear to me that it wasn't 1:30 AM but 1:30 PM! I shot out of bed and looked outside. Sure enough, it was nearly time for me to get to the airport and catch my flight home.

I was thinking, what happened? 

Then I remembered, "Annie happened." 

Mostly, I could only remember snippets of last night and furthermore, had no idea as to how I got back to my hotel room. I also couldn't help but wonder, "what happened to Annie?" I could seem to recall her riding me on my hotel bed and blasting her womb with more of my sperm. Then I had a brief recollection of our mouths connected into a long, deep kiss and that was it. I must have passed out. 

There was another thing I recalled too and I lifted up the sheet of my bed and peered down onto my new dick. Even in its semi-aroused state, I could see that it wasn't the same dick I woke up with yesterday morning. "Yep," I thought, "it's bigger. In fact, a lot bigger."

Glancing around my room I noticed that the message light was on next to my bed. I thought, "Great, first pussy I've had in months and this is probably a call from my boss firing me because he couldn't find me all friggin' day."

So with much consternation, I picked up the phone and got connected to the hotel's automatic phone attendant.

It said, "You have one message in your mailbox."

Then I heard my Annie's, Cajun voice,

"Hello Mitch Darlin'

Thank you for takin' such g-o-o-o-o-d care of me last night. Emmmm, you fucked Annie's holes sooo good! (giggle)

Oh yeah, and thank ya' for protectin' me from them two bad people (chuckle, chuckle)."

Then the call took an even more unexpected turn as she went on to say, "Truth be told, darlin', those wasn't exactly people but when they saw you Mitch, they dared not interfere with you and your potency. You see, that is why you found me. You are a very potent man. Your potency, helps me in ways you wouldn't possibly understand. Those things that attacked me could sense your power and while this won't make any sense to you, they fled out of fear. "

I thought, "huh?," but my internal thoughts stopped when Annie's message continued on.

"I am sure that there be some things about last night that you remember and then, there will be some that you don't. Let me just tell ya' that we fucked all night long and I have your love juice all over and inside of me. You have a wonderful cock and I enjoyed you very much. Judging from the grin on you face, I am sure that I made you feel the same way (giggle).




The Gift



I know that you don't remember getting back to your hotel room nor will you remember where my little shop is. I am sorry darlin' but what happened last night between us, well, jus' shouldn't let it ever happen again." 



"Let's just say that I am not exactly the kind of woman you bring home to momma (again with the chuckle), and, well, if we ever did come together again, (again a little giggle at the pun), I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to climb off of you long enough to take care of the things that need takin' care of.

You may remember me telling you about a real special reward. Now this is something that only someone such as me can give so enjoy. You will soon figure out what it is so just be patient, I'm sure you'll be enjoying it soon.

And one last thing, I hope you enjoy your new pecker as much as I did last night. (giggle).

Love ya' Darlin'"

And that was it.

I thought, well that was, "interesting." I started to wonder just exactly how many times I fucked Annie last night. Gee, I think maybe 10 times, maybe 20? I knew I was a little sore but not in my cock were you would think but in my back and in my legs. I mean, I power fucked her all night long and although I was pretty foggy in the head, I had mental snapshots of cumming into every hole she had and even blasting her face with ropes of my cum. 

I also remembered that Annie kept looking younger throughout the evening. Maybe she took something from me (my cum?) to make herself younger? Then I admonished myself thinking, "Aw, that's just foolish." But still, I couldn't stop thinking about how she changed or was I was hallucinating due to the perfume, the tea or something else? I just didn't know.

In fact, the more I thought about Annie, the hornier I got and my hand began to massage my ever-hardening, newly sized, prick for some needed relief. As I stroked myself I thought about fucking my little wild Cajun and as I was nearing my conclusion, I heard a knock at the door.

"Cleaning lady, may I come in?"

Oh good grief, I should have already checked out anyway. "Yeah, hold on a second."

I pulled on a par of gym trunks that all of a sudden seemed too big and a t-shirt and opened the door.

There stood a Mexican lady, mid 20's, petite, shoulder length black hair, a nice set of tits and a kind, pretty face. 

"I am sorry to interrupt senor' but will you need the room cleaned?"

My mind started to wander and for a split second I had an image of this woman sucking my cock, which, I might add, was still straining against my gym shorts.

The little cleaning lady seemed to sense my imagination and she glanced to the bulge in my shorts.

"Oh, senor' (as she reached down to touch my prick through my shorts), perhaps there is something else I can do for you."

My hand reached up to touch her breast and as I cupped her tit, she said, "We must hurry before someone looks for me."

She took my hand from her breast and led me by the hand to the bed. She grabbed hold of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles releasing my hard pecker.

I could tell that her eyes marveled at the size of my meat and then she spoke, "Oh yes, senor', I will take very good care of this."

Then my little cleaning lady pushed me onto the bed and started sucking my cock. Even though Annie's juices and my dried cum were all over the shaft, my little senorita' didn't seem to care a bit. In fact, if anything, she savored my cock in her mouth. 

Knowing that she was licking off a night's worth of sex, only hastened the inevitable and after only a couple of minutes I was so overwhelmed by what was happening that I just blew my load into her hungry mouth. 

"Yum, senor', your cum, it tastes soooo good. Thank you for letting me do this for you."

Chapter 3

I quickly showered and dressed. I noticed that my pants were a bit, "baggy" and I figured a night's worth of "Olympic Sex" must have caused me to drop a pound of two of water weight. After checking in with my office for messages, I left my room with my luggage in hand. 

As I walked down the hall, I saw my little senorita' cleaning a room a couple of doors down from mine. As she looked at me standing in the hallway, I thought about fucking her and without asking, I stepped into the room with her.

I closed the door and walked to where she was standing. Once again, I could feel this incredible surge of sexual energy soaring through me and as I reached her, I could see her eyes roll back almost as if my wave of my sexual energy drifted through her. With not a word spoken, my hands started to fondle her plump breasts through her dress and she used her hands to unbuckle my belt and un-snap my pants. 

As my pants hit the floor, I turned her so that she was facing the desk in the room and then I gently pushed her so that her hands rested on top of the desk. With her ass pointing at me, I pulled up the back of her dress, and pulled down her panties. With the distant memory flashing through my mind of taking Annie in a similar fashion last night, I shoved my cock into her pussy and fucked her hard.

There was a rhythmic slap of my hips against her bare ass while my cock worked its way in and out of her cunt. I could hear my little senorita' grunt with every penile invasion of her womanhood. 

Softly she said, "Oh yes, fuck me. Jodame – screw me. Mas' duo - Harder, yes harder. Emmm., nice, fuck me."

I spewed all over the inside of her womb and as the last ejaculate left the tip of my cock, she pushed hard against me to ensure that it was released deep within her. As I bottomed out at the end of her baby tunnel, her body shook with it's own orgasm.

"So nice. Se siente tan bueno – it feels so good. Emmmmm...."

I stroked her bare hips with my hands as my cock exited her orifice. Turning her around so that she faced me, I looked into her eyes and kissed her for the first and only time.

When our lips separated, I took hold of the zipper in front of her dress and pulled it all the way down to her navel. I could see her bra covered breasts and I pulled her right tit out of its confinement and proceeded to bend over to feast upon it with my mouth. Her left hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me even more firmly to her breast while her right hand started to jack my still, stiff dick. 

Her hand pumping my cock felt wonderful and I simply couldn't believe that I was still horny nor could I believe that I was getting away with fucking this maid in a room that she was in the middle of cleaning. 

After a few more slurps from my mouth, I rose up from her tit and lightly pushed down on her shoulders so that she got onto her knees at eye level with my cock. Her hand continued to massage my rod for another moment and then she took me back into her mouth.

As my hands settled onto the back of her head to push more of my dick into her face, her hands went to the back of my bare ass and simultaneously pulled me deeper into her mouth and throat. I knew that I had to hurry to catch my flight so I made no pretense of holding back and I went ahead and let my cum stream through my shaft and down her throat for the second time.

My senorita' took all the jism I could offer her and once she had drained me, she helped me back on with my underwear and pants.

Once my belt was buckled, I grabbed my bags and left the room. As I reached the elevator, I had a pretty good idea as to the, "gift" Annie had given me. 

I slept the entire flight back to O'Hare. Got into a limo upon arrival and proceeded home.

I walked into my front door at around 9 pm and was starving. I was craving protein and ate two, tuna fish sandwiches and washed it down with three glasses of milk. I unpacked, washed up a bit and went to sleep.

Without a doubt, this was one of the best nights of sleep I ever had and when I woke up at 6 AM, I felt wonderful. I jumped out of bed and immediately did 75 push-ups. I have no idea as to why I did them, as this was not a normal routine for me but it seemed so natural to do them now. I felt so good after the push-ups that I did 100 crunches and then another 50 additional push-ups. I was astounded at my strength as I had never done more than 50 push-ups before and that was done more than 10 years ago. There was no doubt I was changing in more ways than in just the size of my dick.

I padded naked into my bathroom and took a look at myself. While I still had some weight in the middle, I could see that I had definitely lost some weight. I could also see more muscle definition in my shoulders and chest. I stepped onto my bathroom scale which for the past several years was never used as it only provided me with, "bad news" but instead, it showed that I had dropped 11 pounds. I couldn't believe it!

I walked back to my mirror and took another look at my body. In addition to the changes in my waistline and my upper body, I took the time to take a good look at my dick. It was much bigger, had more veins, and a larger sack to go with it. I couldn't fathom how all these changes had happened after fucking Annie but they did.

I showered, shaved and went to my closet to get dressed. I put on a pair of slacks but they fell to the floor so I moved to the far left side of the closet where all of my clothes that I had hoped to one day be able to fit in again were hung.

It was embarrassing to note the dust that had settled on the crease of the pants I pulled off of the hanger. I thought, "Had it really been that long since I last wore there?" I thought it folly to even try to pull these up over my thighs but I did, and they fit just fine. 

Driving to my office with a definite spring in my step, I was greeted by my one of my admin, Carol. Looking up at me, she said, "Hey Mitch, have you been working out? Looks like you cut some weight."

"Thanks Carol. Yeah, been trying to cut back a bit. By the way, where is everyone?"

"Well, Bob, Sarah and Frank are all out of the office today on sales calls. Marcia has the day off and Denise went with Sarah to help her with the Smith Account. Looks like it's just you and me today, boss."

I had a little giggle. On a Friday during summer, it was pretty common that everybody had morning sales calls and blew off the afternoon to get an early start on the weekend. It didn't bother me. I had a good team and we were always one of the top regions in the company.

I walked into my office and called Bob and Sarah on their cell phones to check on the status of a couple of items and then proceeded to catch up on email and a few calls. Per usual, I was focused on the issues of the day and quickly got myself caught up. 

Around 11 AM, Carol walked back into my office to ask me a couple of questions on how I wanted the revenue recognized on a couple of last minute orders that had come in. As I answered her, I started taking a good look at her. Carol is about 25, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She is always, very tan and by any standard is very pretty. She has huge breasts but she's also a "little" thick in the middle. Not really, "fat" but she would certainly fall into the category of, "a little meat with my potatoes," kinda gal. Candidly, the extra 5-10 lbs. truly sat attractively on her frame.

Outside the office, I really didn't know Carol all that well. I had heard that she was a partier and was pretty sure that she had been bagged by a couple of guys in the office. Nothing serious just folks having a little fun and as long as it didn't interfere with business, I didn't care.

She was sitting across from me on the couch in my office. Her denim skirt was riding high up on her tanned, bare thighs and her blouse was a little tight and showed the contours of what I would estimate as 38C breasts. As I responded to her questions, my mind started to wander to the area between her thighs. I was starting to imagine the blonde hair that would be on her pussy and as I felt my own dick start to swell, Carol's legs opened up just a little and I got a little glimpse of her pink panties. My mind further started to wonder what she must taste like and what it would feel like to have my cock pushing in and out of her. Then I glanced up to look up at her blouse and was thinking about her cleavage and how wondrous it be to gnaw and play with those big jugs. 

Carol appeared to be getting a little, "antsy" and was crossing and uncrossing her legs, and in general just kind of fidgeting on my couch. As I answered her last question, she excused herself and left my office.

I started to worry that she knew I was peering up her skirt and that it had upset her. 

About 15 minutes later, Carol re-entered my office and as sat back down on my office couch. I couldn't help but notice that her blouse hung more open showing me some of her cleavage. I quickly realized that there was no doubt that an additional button had been opened on her blouse. I wondered, "Did she do that on purpose?" Then my mind was interrupted by Carol asking a slew of questions that in all fairness were, well..., kinda, "stupid." She was asking me about things that she either already knew the answer to or stuff that she shouldn't have been bothering me with. I was patient with her as I was still a tad concerned that I had upset her with my wandering eyes. 

Then I noticed that she once again spread her legs just a little and instead of seeing her pink panties, I saw straight up to her vagina and while it was too dark to be sure of the hair color, I had no doubt her pubic hair was indeed, blonde. My cock was at full mast and was actually starting to ache.

This was no coincidental circumstance here. Carol had most certainly taken off her panties and had unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse. Her relentless questions were just an excuse to be in my office. Annie's gift was still working and in addition to my cock, my confidence was also starting to, "swell."

As Carol continued to banter on and on with useless conversation, I got up out of my chair and walked around to the front of my desk and leaned against it. Now I was facing Carol who was only sitting a few feet away on the couch. I slid my butt onto the corner of the desk and Carol's mouth shut in mid sentence as her gaze was fixed onto my burgeoning pecker. 

I looked into her eyes as she glanced back up at my face. The look on her face was of confusion and lust. Then I looked down to my own bulge and as I looked back to her, Carol's eyes traced back down to my dick and then back to my eyes.

Even though I knew that we were alone in the office, I walked over to shut and lock my door. As I walked back to where Carol was sitting I had a perfect view down the front of her blouse. Her cleavage was, "magnificent" and I wanted her. I asked, "Carol, is there something more that you want?"

This time when she looked into my eyes, she had more of a pleading look.

I walked over to Carol so that my bulge was within inches of her face, I asked, "Carol, where are your panties?"

Almost as if in a trance, she replied, "In my desk drawer."

"Are they in your desk because you wanted me to see your pussy Carol?"

She merely nodded her head.

"I can also see that your blouse is opened a bit more. Did you do that to show me more of your breasts?"

Again, she nodded her head.

Thrusting my hips and stiff pecker towards her, I pushed her further, " Do you see what you've done to me?"

Carol licked her lips and breathlessly replied, "Yes."

"Is this what you wanted to do to me?"

"Yes."

"Carol, why don't you take your blouse off?"

Carol's hands immediately went to work peeling off both her blouse and bra. Her breasts were beautiful. Big and firm with large protruding nipples that wanted to be sucked. I reached down to cup and stroke each breast and tweaked and pulled at each nipple. "Very nice Carol. Would you like to see my cock?"

"Yes."

So I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear to the floor. My cock stood out like a piece of seasoned lumber. 

I said, "Here Carol" and then I pushed my stiff pecker toward her parting lips and she took as much of my cock in her mouth and throat as she could.

There was no doubt that Carol had, "veteran-cock-sucking skills." She slurped, licked and sucked on my cock like a pro. Her mouth bobbed back and forth along my shaft. Her hands slid from the base of my cock, to my balls and then to my ass where she would cup my cheeks and push me deeper into her mouth.

"Emmmm, that's it Carol, suck it good. I'm gonna cum in your mouth Carol and then I'm gonna eat your pussy and then I'm gonna fuck you right here in my office. Is that what you want?"

Not willing to let my cock out of her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down to positively acknowledge my question. 

My focus of attention was glued to her lips on my cock and her breasts bobbing underneath. I could feel my hips push my cock into her mouth and as I neared my orgasm, I placed my hands behind her head to hold her in place while I blasted a protein shake into her hungry mouth. 

"Oh yeah, Carol. Swallow it baby. Suck it. That's feels so, goooood."

I could feel the hydraulics in my cock push the last of my seed into her mouth and as expected, my pecker stayed just as stiff as before I ejaculated. I could tell Carol was surprised but I had no intention of explaining it to her.

"Carol lose the skirt and get on the coach."

She obeyed and I saw that she was indeed a, "natural blonde."

Her legs were spread in anticipation of my invading tongue. I got onto my knees between her legs and moved my face to her "V." At first I lapped at her clit like a dog. I used long, purposeful swipes of my tongue as I licked her twat. I plunged first one and then two fingers into her wet sex. My mouth feverishly worked all around her hot hole and then I slipped a hand up to pull at the nipples of her breasts while I continued to service her pussy with my tongue.

Carol's hips thrust upwards and she groaned out a long and hard orgasm. Her hips bucked like a horse and she juiced all over my face. Her mouth opened up and let out a long, deep, moan, "Ohhhhhhhhh..........." 

Without letting her come down, I crawled up between her legs and put the head of my dick at her opening. I was no longer asking permission for anything and I went ahead and pushed it in.

Carol let out a little, yelp as I gave her about half of my length.

I continued to give her about half of my pecker when I asked, "Do you like my cock Carol?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been fucked by a bigger cock than mine?"

"No, never."

"Would you like to feel all of it?"

Her eyes got big and she asked, "There's more?"

Instead of answering with my mouth, I pushed the remainder of my cock into her fuck hole. As I bottomed out against her cervix, Carol shuddered from an immediate orgasm. I could feel her body tremble beneath me.

"You like it?"

She replied, "Fuck me," and then I felt her wrap her legs around me to urge me on and keep herself impaled on my phallus. I could feel her breasts push against me as I shoved my meat in and out of her hot hole. Lost in the moment of our passion, our mouths met for a series of deep passionate kisses.

After I sprayed her womb, it was obvious that she wanted more and my dick also showed no signs of wear or fatigue so for our next adventure, I took Carol from behind as she leaned across my desk. I loved watching my dick pump between her ass cheeks. After we both came again, I had to dial into a conference call. 

I instructed Carol to get under my desk and while I was on the call, Carol blew me. It was wonderful especially as I spewed her mouth just before it was my time to speak. As I presented, Carol 's tongue cleaned off my pecker and balls. It was hard to concentrate on my call but I did. 

Once she was sure that all my cum was safely in her tummy, Carol got out from under my desk gathered up her clothes and walked naked out of my office. As she left, my eyes were riveted to her backside as I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her plump ass as it swayed through my office doorway.




The Gift



After I finished my call, Carol returned to my office clothed. We talked for a few moments and even though we had power fucked the afternoon away, Carol was very invigorated and wanted to do another round.. I started to wonder if there was something in my cum that had this effect on women. Also, while I had never possessed a dick this size before, I was bewildered by the fact that I had fucked both Carol and the cleaning lady from the hotel with "reckless abandon" and yet, I never hurt either of them. While I had no interest in inflicting pain in any way, I was surprised that the massiveness of my cock did not cause either of these ladies even a moment of discomfort. Again, I wondered if there was something going on with me physically that allowed these ladies to easily accommodate my huge dick.

I was quickly brought out of my reverie as Carol, unwilling to leave without more cock, sat on my lap and started kissing me. After getting my dick good and hard, she pulled my pants to the floor and gave my dick a couple of cursory licks. Then she hiked her skirt up over her waist (she hadn't put her underwear back on) and while standing and facing away from me, she lowered her ass and pussy down to my penis and pushed it back inside of her. I had never fucked in this position before. Carol executed perfect squats up and down my penis as she rode us both to another mutual orgasm.

After she pulled off of my spent dick, we agreed that she would come to my house to spend the night and fuck till dawn. 

That's exactly what we did. 

I woke up early Saturday morning. Carol was still asleep and lying naked next to me. As I slide my hand around her tits, my mind started to replay the previous evening's, "fuckathon." Damn, I must have fucked her 8 times plus once in the ass and that didn't even count the sex we had already had at the office. I was amazed at my stamina and hers and again started to wonder how I was having this effect on women. While I could write off my enthusiasm to Annie's Gift, I was focused on trying to understand how Carol could be so repeatedly fucked without wearing out. Also, when I penetrated her shit hole, I did so very carefully as I didn't want to hurt her but instead of her crying out in pain, she became insatiable with my cock in her ass. While I realized that there must certainly be something in me that is making woman able to fuck like this, I wondered if I'd ever figure it out? 

I got up and this morning did 100 pushups and 200 crunches. Even after all this fucking, I was stronger than I had ever been. I jumped on the scale and sure enough, I had lost another 6 lbs. I was thrilled at the way my muscles started to show against the skin of my body. I started having a body that looked more like a 25 year old than some guy well into his mid 30's. 

I went ahead and took a quick shower. As I dried off, I left Carol sleeping peacefully and went downstairs to eat. Again, I was famished. I ate a plate of 4 eggs, 2 glasses of milk, a glass of OJ and 4 pieces of bacon. I couldn't believe how hungry I was but didn't care either. 

I heard the shower come on upstairs and knew that Carol was up. After about 20 minutes, she came downstairs wearing only one of my dress shirts. She barley had any buttons, buttoned so her cleavage was staring me in the face. 

She walked straight into my arms and my hands caressed her bare ass while I kissed her good morning. Wearing only a pair of boxers, Carol had no trouble feeling my arousal push against her tummy. As we broke from the kiss, I pulled the barely buttoned shirt down over her shoulders and onto the floor. She stood naked before me and I started to ravish first her left and then her right breast. I could see that from last night, I had already left several, "love bites" on both of her large pendulous breasts and I thought nothing of adding a few more.

As I took my mouth from her nipple I thought of my manners and asked, "Did you want a cup of coffee? How about some breakfast?"

She replied, "Not just yet. First, I'd like some cock." 

"Well, I must admit, I woke up thinking about how wonderful it was to have fucked your ass last night. I mean, I don't mean to be crass but it was not only a highlight of the evening for me, it was sexual highlight of my life." 

Carol just gave me a knowing grin and walked naked over to the kitchen counter, leaned over it and presented her ass to me saying, "Come and get it."

I walked up behind her staring at her bare ass. My dick was already as hard as a brick and I pushed it first into her cunt to lube up a bit. After thrusting in and out of her a few times, I pulled out and positioned my shaft at her brown hole and pushed in. 

Carol said, "Emmm, lover that feels real good."

While I still couldn't believe that Carol could accommodate my girth in her ass, mostly, I was thankful that she could. The lesson I learned last night was the same as the lesson I was learning this morning and that is, "Fucking a woman in the ass was great fun and tight too."

I could see out the window and noticed how beautiful this morning was. A bright, sunshine filled summer day lay ahead but first, I had to finish laying my pipe inside of Carol's ass. I pushed in and withdrew numerous times until I felt the tell tale pressure in my balls and released another load of cum into her.

I spun Carol around and kissed her while I groped her butt and breasts.

"Ready for breakfast now?," I asked.

She giggled and said, "Sure."

I got under the kitchen table and ate out her pussy while she finished her omelet. She daintily thanked me for the both the eggs and, "the tongue." We then proceeded upstairs to shower again. We were all hands, lips and mouths as we soaped and washed each other. I took her again from behind, albeit this time in the pussy while the shower water poured off of our bodies.

After finishing up, I put my boxers back on and she put on my shirt and we went downstairs to watch a little TV.

It seemed as if the TV was only on for a few minutes before my hand started to travel to her breasts and the inside of her legs. In no time, we again started to make out like a couple of teenagers. It all felt so wonderful to me and I realized just how lonely I had been.

Carol lay down on her back and I fucked her missionary style while we kissed, non-stop. After we both came, I sat up and she gave my dick another blow. 

In between lips, sucks and slurps, Carol said, "Mitch, I have never experienced anything like you before. This is the most incredible sex I have ever had." 

Pushing Annie outside of my mind, and just as I started to cum into her mouth, I was able to reply, "Me too Carol, me too."

Carol went upstairs and got dressed. It was nearing 11 am and she had to go. She said, "Mitch, this is the wrong time to say this but as you already know, I do have a boyfriend and he is expecting me to meet him at 1 pm today. I really don't want to go but well, I never expected anything like this to happen. I just don't know what to do. Mitch, between you being my boss and now a lover, this could get pretty complicated and I really don't want to make any trouble for you."

I appreciated everything she said and especially her candor. I replied, "Carol, no problem. Let's not complicate this any more than we have to. We had a great night and if it works out again, that would be wonderful. However, if you decide that you need to reconcile with your boyfriend, well, I'll understand that too."

Turning red and clearly embarrassed, Carol asked, "Mitch, I have no idea as to how this is going to turn out but there is one thing I do know and that is I am going to need to still see you and feel you inside of me." 

I kissed her and spun her around so that her hands were on my front door. I lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Then I eased my cock back into her waiting snatch and fucked her hard. "Carol, does this answer your question?"

"Yes baby it does. Fuck me with that big cock."

I dumped my last load into her. Kissed her good bye and went back upstairs for another shower.

Chapter 4

After climbing out of the shower, I ate a huge turkey sandwich (no doubt my body was still craving protein) and went out to my beck deck wearing just a pair of jogging shorts. The sun was still high in the sky and warm. Instead of being self conscious about my belly fat, I found myself examining the re-definition of muscle within my body. My shoulders, biceps and triceps were solid. My chest had an entirely new, powerful look and the quads in my legs were as hard as steel. Even my stomach, which was always a problem for me was showing signs of a definite "six pack" or at least a, "4 pack" of muscle. All that coupled with the massive increase in the size of my penis left no doubt that my body had changed. 

I thought for a moment about Annie and had to concede that my memory of the night we had just kept getting foggier. My ability to recall any of the details with Annie was predominately of the "snap shot" variety versus any long playing, continuous stream of memory. I figured that was all a part of her, "plan." Whether it was the result of the tea, her perfume, my drinking, all of the above or something else entirely, I didn't know but whatever happened was quickly filtering it's way from my memory. A shame no doubt but I wasn't going to sweat it too much. 

I was thankful for the changes in my body and especially enjoyed how they enabled me to fuck Carol all night long. I had to admit that when it came to fucking, I had little competition. I knew that my steel girder of a penis would bring orgasm after orgasm to any woman. Also and although still early in the process, it appeared that I could affect any woman I chose. That fact hadn't exactly dawned on me until right then. I started to consider the possibilities until I heard the neighbor's trunk close which pulled me out of my daydream.

Looking over I saw my neighbor, Dr. George Mason preparing for an afternoon of golf. "What a dickhead," I thought. Married 4 times, as ornery as a snake (that is, unless he needed something from you), and as condescending as, "the day is long."

The "good" doctor liked to drink scotch too. When he did, he got mean. Wife # 4 had called the police to their home on more than one occasion. Speaking of Mrs. Lydia Mason (wife # 4), she was absolutely, "eye candy" and while Dr. Mason was in his early 50's, Lydia wasn't quite 30. The bottom line on their relationship was that, she was a trophy wife if they're ever was one. Lydia was a gorgeous red head with soft blue eyes, huge, massive tits, a dark California style tan and was also, as dumb as a brick. We used to kid in the neighborhood that, "if you stood to close to her head, you'd hear the ocean." Even sitting on the deck by myself, just thinking about that made me giggle out loud.

I looked over, likely with contempt written all over my face as I watched the, "good Dr." prepare for his excursion to the local country club. I saw Lydia come out of the garage and the exchange between them was cold, and hasty. He obviously didn't give a shit about her and she was just in it for the credit cards and European vacations.

I had to admit that Lydia's long legs and tight ass cheeks looked awfully tasty hanging out of the bottom of her red fire engine short, shorts and her amazing cleavage was clearly on display thanks to her selection of a tight and slightly undersized, yellow tank top that also showed of some of her tan belly as well. "Typical of her," I thought. She always dressed like, "she was a crime looking for a place to happen."

She had porn star looks and a comic book mind. That thought also made me giggle a bit.

I focused on Lydia for a moment and thought, "Lydia, look at me." Just as I did, Lydia looked over and with a big grin waved to me. I waved back and even though Dr. Mason noticed that his wife had waved at me, he just snubbed me and got into the driver's side of the car and started it up. 

His cold reception to me was not unusual and typically meant that he didn't need to borrow my chain saw, ladder or something else I had. I just shook my head and smiled as I thought about what, "a pain in the ass he was." 

Lydia started to turn to go into the garage and my mind screamed out to her, "Come out and talk to me Lydia."

She immediately walked over to the fence and called to me, "Hey Mitch. Have you lost some weight? Gosh, you look great!"

The sight of her at the fence calling to me had an immediate effect on my dick and it expanded to its full length forcing the head to actually peek through the leg of my shorts.

I twisted in my chair so that Lydia could see my bulge and the cock head peeking out along my left thigh. In my mind, I quickly projected the following thoughts, "Look at my cock Lydia. Look how big it is. You want it, don't you? You want to feel this rod push its way into your hot hole. You need to feel it spray your womb with its seed. Then you want to lick it and suck it back to life just so you can ride it again."

She just stared at me and I could tell that my suggestions were clearly registering within her dim-witted mind. As she sorted through the suggestions, I stood up and walked over to her. My cock must have looked massive to her as it pushed against the fabric of my running shorts. "Yeah, I've been working out a bit. Thanks for noticing."

She just stood dumbfounded for a moment and although obviously gawking at the sight of my stiff prick, she finally stammered back an answer, "Yeah, well, er., uh, you, ah, you look great."

I decided to move the conversation forward, "Lydia, can I offer you a glass of tea, a pop, maybe a beer?"

"Sounds great."

I unlatched the gate and ushered her in. She swayed just ahead of me as we walked up to the deck and into the house. All the while, I was sending images to her of my cock pushing in and out of her pussy and of her orgasming all over my pecker. 

As we got inside the house and, "out of eyeshot of the neighbors," I casually put my arm around her to sort of, "test the waters" as I walked her into my kitchen. Lydia was clearly leaning into my body as we walked and within a few short moments, she slipped her own arm around my waist as well.

As I pulled two cold beers from the refrigerator, I could see that her nipples were straining against the fabric of the yellow tank top. I wanted them in my mouth.

I opened up both bottles and handed one to her, "Here you are Lydia."

"Thank you."

We did a quick "clink" of the bottles and took a swig. The beer tasted great but I knew what would taste even better.

"Lydia, excuse me a minute while I go to the washroom. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."

I didn't have to go to the bathroom but what I did want to do was to project more images and thoughts to Lydia. As I locked the bathroom door, my mind went back to work.

"You want to fuck me Lydia. You are so horny for my cock. You know you looked at it. You know you want to feel its girth inside of you. You need it. All you need to do is to seduce me and then you can feel my meat sliding inside of you. You can feel the fullness of my cock pushing against the walls of your pussy. You want it bad. You need it bad. You want to feel my cum spray your womb. Seduce me and you can have it."

I figured when I opened the door that I would know for sure if this mental image approach would work or not. With some trepidation, I unlatched the door and walked back into the kitchen. Any apprehension I had felt left me immediately as I saw Lydia's long, beautiful legs stepping out of her red shorts. Then with her eyes locked onto the bulge of my shorts, she walked ever so slowly to me wearing only a very skimpy pair of lace panties and her yellow tank top. Her hands reached down to grasp the bottom of her top and she pulled it over her head. Still closing the distance between us, I openly stared at the most beautifully sculptured belly I had ever seen. I glanced at her matching lace bra and could see that it was no match for the enormity of her breasts as they spilled out all over. As Lydia continued to move slowly and seductively towards me, my mind was reaching sensory overload. It didn't matter what part of Lydia's body I looked at, as it was all simply, "spectacular." 

Her hands moved to the rear snap of her bra and she casually let it fall to my kitchen floor. Lydia's breasts swung free and her nipples were like little fingers sticking out of her aureolas. Her eyes were now locked onto mine as she closed the last few feet of space that separated us. 

In a most fluid and graceful motion, she slid her hands around my neck and stepped into my arms. I could feel her huge breasts press against my bare chest. Her left leg slid in between my legs so that her thigh rested firmly against my bulge. At the first moment of contact between her thigh and my cock, I heard a small moan escape her mouth.

Studying my face for a moment she finally spoke, "Fuck me Mitch. I really need you to fuck me."

Out mouths connected in a furious, wet, sloppy kiss. My hands roamed all over her back. I cupped her ass through her lace panties and ground my erection hard into her thigh. As I broke the kiss, I pushed her to the floor, and said, "Suck me."

Lydia tore off my jogging shorts and got onto her knees, which provided her with her first eye level and close-up view of my enormous pecker. After saying only one word, "Magnificent," she impaled her face onto my dick. After bobbing on the head for a moment, she licked from my ball sack all the way over the head before jamming as much of my cock meat back into her mouth as she could accommodate. 

"That's it. Suck me Lydia. I want to cum in your mouth. I want you to taste me and then I'm gonna take you upstairs and fuck you silly."

Lydia groaned in response and worked at my dick with even more earnest.

I wanted to cum into her mouth. I wanted to know that a woman as hot as this had actually swallowed my spunk. I know it sounds juvenile but it was important to me. I thrust my hips forward and let out a torrent of my cum into her waiting mouth.

"Here is it, baby. Suck it out. Swallow it all."

It seemed like I came forever. Rope after rope of steamy white cock milk poured into her hungry mouth. She savored it. She loved it and she drank every last drop.

As expected, my pecker stayed as rigid as a board and naked, we walked hand-in-hand upstairs thinking nothing of our clothes scattered all over the kitchen floor.

We entered my bedroom and I eased Lydia onto her back. Crawling between her legs, I marveled at the sight of the most beautiful body, I had ever touched. My hands glided all over her breasts and down her belly to her sex. As my fingers began to invade her, I took her right nipple into my mouth.

Lydia cooed with encouragement.

I used my finger like a piston inside of her very, wet hole. My mouth and tongue danced back and forth between both breasts.

I hurriedly kissed my way down her belly as I couldn't wait to taste her. My tongue replaced my fingers and I lapped at her pussy juice. As I sucked her clit into my mouth, Lydia's hips arched and she came into my mouth. 

"Ohhhh gawd. That's it Mitch. Oh gawd. Oh my gawd.... Mitch, Mitch, ahhhhhh......!!!!!""

I lapped up the last of her pussy blast and looking up at her while my tongue feasted on her, Lydia looked down at me and asked, "Oh Mitch. What are you doing to me? I've never cum so fast. How did you know? How could you possibly know how to bring me off so fast?"

As I crawled up her body and positioned my pecker at her love nest, I replied, "That's nothing Lydia," and as I eased my cock into her horny hole, I finished my statement with, "Wait till you feel this inside of you."

I started to pump away. Lydia appeared to be almost losing her mind. 




The Gift



"Oh yes. That's it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with that big mother fucking dick of yours. Oh gawd, it's so big. So massive. I want this so bad. Oh yeah, fuck me."

And I did and for the next 2 hours, Lydia came repeatedly. In fact, too many times to even hazard a guess. I, on the other hand, came into Lydia's mouth once, her pussy twice and after I dumped a load of cum into her ass, we jumped into the shower to wash up a bit.

After sucking me off in the shower, I walked her downstairs and fucked her one last time against my refrigerator. After I blew that last load into her, she got dressed and went home but not before saying, "Anytime you want it. You just call me."

I had to replenish myself and so I made myself a steak on the grill and washed it down with a glass or two of cabernet. 

At about 6:30 PM, Carol called me from her cell phone and asked if she could stop by for a, "quickie." She rolled in about 15 minutes later. I came in her mouth 20 minutes later and her pussy, 25 minutes after that. 

Too bad that she had plans and had to go but it was still great to get off inside of her body again.

As I walked her to my front porch and kissed her goodbye, Dr. Mason roared into his own driveway – obviously, drunk as a skunk. Lydia came out through the garage to greet him and glanced over at Carol (who was still in my arms) and me. Interesting that you could see a discernable change in her eyes – not so much jealousy, but something more like, "desire." 

Chapter 5

Man, was I hungry. I was swallowing down handfuls of nuts, eating lunch meat right out of the container and drinking milk right out of the jug. All that fucking must have really caused a protein reduction in my system.

I was still walking around in only a pair of shorts (sans underwear) and was still pretty focused on the changes that had taken place. It was about 9 pm and I figured I'd have another glass of wine and fall asleep watching T.V. when the doorbell rang. 

As I walked to the front door, I was wondering if Dr. Mason was sleeping off his scotch and I found myself hoping it was Lydia wanting some more of my cock. As I reached for the door, I could feel my pecker stiffen at the thought of pushing back into her. 

However, as I opened the door, it wasn't Lydia at all. Instead it was a beautiful brunet with long straight hair that shimmered in the moonlight. She had hazel eyes that could hold your gaze for an eternity and a black dress that clung to her, very attractive figure.

Shaking my head free of her mesmerizing eyes, I asked, "Hi, what can I do for you?"

She walked right past me and into my house. I was a little shocked by this bold move but quickly recovered and came walking right after her.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?," I asked.

Again, no response as she glided into my kitchen. As I caught up to her, she was in my cabinet pulling out spices that she started to dump into a large pot on my stove.

Getting a little pissed and with more tenor in my voice I again inquired, "Hey lady, what in the hell are you doing?"

Looking up at me with those hypnotic eyes and with nearly no expression in her voice, she spoke, "Give me just a moment more and we'll talk."

She continued to busy herself with putting, "a little of this" and, "a little of that" in the pot. After adding water into the pot, she reached into her purse and pulled out a large packet of powder and poured all of it into the pot. Turning the stove on high, and speaking to no one but herself, she said, "That ought to do it."

"That ought to do what?," I asked.

"Only what we need it to do and nothing more," was her reply.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I am doing what needs to be done," was her reply.

Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks – the eyes, the inability to answer a question..... With some hesitation, I asked, "Do you know Annie?"

"Of course, who else would have sent me?"

My hands went up to my eyes and temples and gave it a good rub as I tried to assess the situation and come up with my next question that she probably wouldn't answer either.

Words didn't come quick enough and instead, I just stared into her eyes.

Just like Annie, always keeping you off balance she spoke. "Mitch, my name is Sandra. I have come to help you. We can talk later. Now let's head upstairs." With that, she walked right past me and up the stairs just like as if this was her own home.

Like an idiot, I offered no resistance and merely followed after her. As I walked behind her, I couldn't help but notice the gentle sway of her shapely backside as she traversed my staircase. "Nice butt," I thought.

She said, "Thank you."

I started to open my mouth but thought better of it. After Annie and all the changes to my body, why should I be surprised that I wouldn't have to actually utter a sound for her to have a conversation with me.

Sandra spoke again, "Quite right." 

She reached the top of the stairs and walked into my bedroom. As she crossed the threshold, she pulled her dress straight over her head and I saw the single most amazing ass I ever saw – perfect. Sandra then crawled naked onto my bed and lay upon her back. 

Her body stopped me dead in my tracks. I was sure that she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen. Not porn like Lydia, not youthful like Carol but something else all together. Her breasts were in perfect proportion to her body, her waist was trim, her bush was neatly trimmed and her legs were to die for. 

After giving me a moment or two to inventory her assets, Sandra stretched like a cat, spread her own sex with her fingers so that I could see the pink inside and purred out, "Come fill me."

My shorts hit the floor and I crawled on top of her. I positioned my phallus at her entrance and slid it in.

"Ohhh., it is just as Annie said it would be. Push deeper into me my love. I want it all."

As I pushed further into her cavern, I thought, "My love?. Gee, she comes into my kitchen, dumps out my paprika and now I'm, my love?"

Even in a fit of passions, Sandra looked into my eyes and said, "I didn't use any paprika."

Knowing that she caught my thoughts again, I surrendered and said, "I guess communicating with someone like you takes a little getting used to, huh? 

She pulled my face down close to hers and as she thrust against me said, "This is not the time for talk."

We fucked hard and fast. As I gasped for air, I started to smell something, "all too familiar." I thought, "What did she put on the stove? Then I realized that it smelled just like Annie's perfume. Such a wonderful scent and it had the same effect on me that it had when I first smelled it. My head started to spin and I was as horny as an owl. 

As I pushed in and out of her, our mouths met and our kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced. For just a moment, I stopped fucking and took my time to truly enjoy her delicious mouth. Our tongues danced to the same song. They swirled and played. I was awestruck at the passion of this kiss. It was the most profound experience of my life. 

My hands slid under her to cup her ass and I began to push into her with an intense effort that neither, Lydia or Carol had felt. I not only wanted Sandra, I knew that deep down, "I needed her."

Sandra continued to encourage me, "Yes, my love. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your seed."

I pumped and pumped and shortly, Sandra spasmed into a massive orgasm that I had never known was possible for a woman to achieve. She screamed my name, locked her legs around my back and shook like her body was filled with fever. As Sandra reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, it was like our minds touched and our orgasms were united in both timing and voracity. My penis was blasting into her with such steadiness that my cock was spraying her belly as if it were a fire hose. In response, my hands, which were still grasping her butt, were smeared with her juices. 

I kissed her again and it was much the same as our first kiss. It was all-encompassing. Time stopped, no other thought entered my head except the pure enjoyment of the fire that encapsulated our tongues.

I continued to push into her as we immediately resumed our love making. Once again, our orgasms were as they were before. Bodies shaking, juices flowing and massive releases of endorphins. Our bodies shook like we were in the midst of an epileptic seizure. 

Once we came down from our mutual orgasm a moment, it was like both of us knew that our bodies had to rest. We kissed with more love than passion for a few moments. Our lips, our mouths, our tongues were entwined. It was like two halves being made into a whole. Everything just, "fit."

With my very stiff penis still inside of her, I pulled up onto my elbows and gazing into her beautiful hazel eyes, I said, "I think I know the question I need to ask. What is expected of me?"

Sandra looked up and smiled. It was radiant like the sun itself peering from her lips and eyes. While she never said it, it seemed like she was waiting for me to recognize that there was more to this entire episode than, "just me." 

We started to push back and forth at each other. Me pushing my penis into her and her pushing back in return. It wasn't, "hard fucking" but instead, was more like we were, "loving on each other." Taking our time to allow our bodies to give each other and ourselves the pleasure of our liaison.

Finally after staring into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, she replied, "That is the right question to ask. But first, let me fill in some detail for you."

As we continued to copulate, she asked, "First do you remember much about when you first saw Annie?"

I replied, "Sure, I intervened and scared off a couple of attackers."

"You feel as if it was a meeting by accident, yes?"

"Well I thought so," was my reply.

"But you know better than that now, don't you?"

"If you mean, do I think it was by accident, I suspect it wasn't."

We kissed again and took a moment to mutually enjoy the feeling of our bodies being joined.

After several thrusts, Sandra smiled again and replied, "It wasn't. One does not find Annie. Annie finds you. Also, while you did save Annie, that did not happen until later. When you saw the attackers, and they ran off, it was she who saved you." 

Sandra could see the confusion on my face and went on, "Annie has known of you for some time. Getting you to New Orleans, on that side street and at that exact moment are some of the things that only Annie knows how to do. The attackers knew that on that day you would meet and their goal was to stop it from happening. Annie led the attackers away from you and was able to dispatch them and keep you safe."

"But Annie said they were afraid of my potency and it caused them to flee."

"That is also true. They are afraid of your potency and what it will do to increase the size of my family. Also, Annie was able to remotely pull from your energy to help drive them off. While this is surely hard for you to understand, it is, what it is."

I was confused and she knew it. 

Still taking her time, Sandra, pushed up to give my penis maximum penetration and appeared to have a mini-orgasm. She looked up at me and said, "Emmmmm, you have a most magnificent penis, Mitch."

My mind immediately raced back to Lydia making the same comment some hours ago. That is, shortly after dropping to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. As the memory fled from my mind, my body jerked and I thought, "Oh, oh.... " but it was too late. As I looked down at Sandra, there was no doubt that she had heard my thoughts and I was surprised that she didn't seem to be mad. With a wry grin she asked, "Heard that before, Mitch?" 

I blushed.

She didn't.

While Sandra continued to grind her cunt on my cock, she offered a little more insight. "Annie is not what you would normally think. Neither am I and now, neither are you."

That got my attention and she knew it.

"You are stronger, yes?"

"Yes."

"You feel younger and have untold energy, yes?"

"Yes."

"Your penis is, bigger yes."

"Very much so," I replied and regretted it as soon as I said it.

Sensing my discomfort at admitting my, "penis enlargement," she smiled. Then went on to say, "Annie gave that to you in return for what you gave to her."

I bit my tongue from asking more questions and instead waited for her to continue.

Still fucking me and closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy our coupling and I believe to also see if I was going to ask another question, she finally spoke, "Good, you show patience to learn. That is more important now than ever. What Annie desired from you is that you have an unusual potency. One that is hard to find. Annie needs that potency to survive as do I, and my sisters. Annie allowed you to reach your potential. That is all. It was always within you and that is what my family is about. We know how to reach that potential. The fact is that very few women can do it and even much fewer men. We try to find the ones that can."

I just looked down at her and she said, "Mitch, you can and you have. You should feel proud."

Although I was more confused that anything I appreciated that what she said was at least meaningful and heartfelt from her.

"When you saw Annie on the street, there were those that did not want her to find you. They are Melas Diabolos or Black Devils. These are very powerful beings. They have access to the highest levels of power as all they desire is power. Truth means nothing to them and their deceit and lies flow from their mouths like water. Not only can they not be trusted to outsiders but, they are also ruthless in their personal desire for power and authority. This limits their power as it is hard for them to unify against us because there is very little trust within their own ranks."

Turning the subject inward again, Sandra continued, "My family believes in the power of love. We understand that our strength can come from our bodies and we regularly copulate to share our strength and increase our love for one and other. We do not limit ourselves as society does to just one partner. We share all within our family. The Melas Diabolos do not want Annie or me and my sisters to live. They prey on those in my family that are weak. They seduce us to become, as they are, a Skia.

I replied, "A what?"

With some level of frustration she responded, "A Skia. The word is Greek and means, shadow. This is how they often appear, that is also, when they are most dangerous to us. 

"Is that what attacked Annie in New Orleans?"

"Yes. You have already seen them in action."

Even though I was still fucking, I must admit my mind was racing with this information.

"Soon, they will try to prey on you. You can save my people and because they know that, they will try to stop you. Annie sent me to protect you."

Noting the current situation we were in, I said, "Well so far so good."

We both laughed and continued to buck against each other.

After a few light kisses she went on, "Tonight, one will try to capture you and I am here to make sure that does not happen. That is why I set the powders to boil. By now, the scent is all through the house and it will slow them as it will make them remember the passions of what they once were. It will be all the advantage I need."

With an intent of lightening up the conversation a bit, I asked, "So Annie's perfume was really a spook repellent?"

Sandra laughed and said, "I am so glad our Annie found you."

I replied, "Me too."

Then in a serious tone, Sandra said, "Your potency saved Annie and made her young again. It will save all of us. I will not fail you but now is the time to, fuck me hard."

Her breasts squeezed against my chest as I started to ram my tool deep within her. 

Sandra started to groan and I knew an orgasm was approaching for her and me. Somehow, her legs found themselves over my shoulders and I was pile driving her into my mattress. I could feel the entire bed bounce from our fucking. As my balls started to boil out another load of cum, Sandra too, reached her orgasm. 

However, it was not the same. The air in the room had definitely changed. The temperature rose and even as I could feel my cum pouring into her body, I knew that something was "different." In a move almost too fast for the eyes to perceive, Sandra rolled out of bed and threw some sort of powder toward the doorway. Where she had hid this powder totally escaped me but it was there when she needed it and became obvious to me that this action was planned from the beginning.

I looked at the direction of the powder that Sandra threw and I saw, "It."

"It" was some sort of, "shadow." I immediately thought of the word Sandra had called this. She called this a, "Skia." The powder seemed to hit the front of this "thing" and it slumped into the corner of my room. 

Sandra got up from my bed and spoke to this apparition.

"Anka, I know it is you my sister. Fortunately, I was ready for you. The, Scent of Koite and the passion of our lovemaking stopped you just long enough for me to touch you with the powder of Hapto.You were lost but now have a chance to come back to us. You know what you must do. You must submit. You must allow yourself to be taken and only then will this evil dream be over for you. If you are ready, anabaino." 

The shadow did not move at Sandra's words.

Seemingly annoyed but not afraid, Sandra repeated herself in a loud voice and called out to the shadow again, "Anka, anabaino! Arise! Arise!"

The shadow lifted itself from the corner of the bed. It drifted to me on the bed. I could sense something straddling my hips. I looked quickly at Sandra and she said, "Do not be afraid. All will be well."

This entity seemed to lower itself onto my penis and I could feel it ride me. Sandra said, "Fuck her Mitch. Please fuck her. She is my lost sister" My hands instinctively went up to reach for the shape and even though it was best described as a shadow, it had substance. I could feel what I was sure were breasts. 

As I pumped it and it pumped me, more of the entity could be seen. I started to get brief glimpses as if they were puzzle pieces of a bare leg, a breast, an arm, and long brown hair. However, just as they would come into view, they would fade back into shadow form.

I continued to fuck the entity and for some reason, I was not having a problem maintaining an erection for this shadow. As I continued to thrust my hips upward to meet the downward push of the, "Melas Diabolos," I came to the conclusion that the scent of the potion Sandra was boiling in the kitchen kept me hard – just as it did for Annie. 

I also came to the realization that Sandra brought me to bed knowing that this force would attack me. Obviously, she came prepared and now, we were exercising the demon – so to speak.

Then I started to try and remember what she had called this amalgam of spice.... "The scent of Koite?" I immediately regretted speculating that it was full of paprika as it obviously had something much more formidable in it. I started to giggle under my breath as I figured this potion simmering on my stove probably had red and cayenne pepper, a dash of Tabasco and a shot of tequila to stop a "Being" like this. 

I heard Sandra speak, "Mitch, this is no time for joking. You must stay f-o-c-u-s-e-d."

Having just been duly chastised by Sandra, who once again proved that she could tap my mind, I stopped thinking about paprika and other various spices and became more committed to the task at hand, which was, fucking Anka. Soon, the darkness started to fall and instead of glimpses, I started to see sustainable body parts. I'm not sure how I knew but I was confident that it was going to cum and that was what Sandra wanted. As soon as that thought hit my mind, I heard Sandra say, "Yes Mitch, that is what must be done."




The Gift



With this confirmation of my goal, I had renewed purpose and as I could sense the shadow achieve its own orgasm, I too found myself ejaculating into this shadowy shape. However, as I completed my last spasm of delivery, the form took on permanent appearance. I looked up at her still straddling me and I said to her, "Anka, you are beautiful," and she was.

Sandra leaned over my body and kissed Anka on her mouth. Anka still astride me, responded in kind and I could see their tongues swirl out of their mouths as they greeted each other.

My hands reached up and grasped Anka's bare breasts and her hands covered mine clearly letting me know that my touch was welcome.

As they broke the kiss, Sandra spoke, "Anka, my dear sister. It is good to see you again."

Anka responded, "Sandra, it was so lonely to be a Skia. I am so thankful that it was you and Mitch that were here to bring me back."

"Anka, we are not yet safe."

Anka replied, "I know."

Sandra took my hand and raised me off of the bed. She positioned Anka on her back and then Sandra brought her mouth to her sex. Anka's legs instinctively raised off of the bed to provide Sandra's mouth with necessary room to maneuver. Turning to look back at me, Sandra said, "Fuck me from behind Mitch."

I took my penis and pushed into Sandra's pussy. It was wet and inviting. I could see Anka squirming on the bed due to Sandra's tongue furiously lapping at her the pussy that I had filled with my cum only moments ago. 

As I shoved my meat into Sandra's cunt, I could sense her own impending orgasm and soon she rose her mouth from Anka's cunt and uttered a low growl confirming her own orgasm. 

"Emmmmm. Ohhhhhhh."

Then turning back to me again, she ordered, "Fill my butt. Fuck my ass. Do it now!"

Like a good soldier, mostly confused but trying to make everybody happy, I pointed my arrow at Sandra's anus and pushed in. Once again, her mouth left Anka to audibly confirm her approval.

"Yes Mitch. In my ass. Fuck me hard. Do me."

As Sandra's mouth went back down to Anka's primary hole, I continued to shove my cock in and out of her ass. We were a veritable production line. I pumped, Sarah licked and Anka groaned.

The room grew even, "hotter." Sweat poured from my body. I looked at Sandra's back side and she too, was sweating profusely. Anka's breasts were also blanketed with beads of sweat. 

The room immediately felt like the temperature raised by more than 20 degrees. I could feel my balls start to tighten for an inevitable explosion and then I heard Sandra yell, "Not now Mitch, Anka must be first."

In order to hold out, I tried to think of anything but the fact that my cock was in Sandra's ass hole. 

It didn't help. 

The more I tried to think of something else, the more I visually focused on my cock disappearing into Sandra's butt. It was so tight. It felt so good. I wanted to cum.

I started to slap my own face to hold out. I pinched my shoulder. I tried to focus on my room but all I saw was my dresser mirror and the image it held was Sandra licking Anka's pussy hole while I rode Sandra's ass.

I knew I was failing and all I could think of was, "Lick her fast Sandra. Please, lick her fast." Then my mind went to, "Anka cum. Anka cum now!"

And she did.

When she came, Sandra came. When Sandra came, I came and my cock flooded Sandra's rectum with my essence.

The room temperature dropped back to normal and as I pulled out of Sandra's butt, she and Anka kissed again. 

It was a beautiful and loving sight and shortly thereafter, Anka simply disappeared.

I must have had a look of total shock on my face but Sandra spun around to confront me.

"What had to be done is done. Anka is now back with her sisters and is well. You and I are safe."

I sighed with relief and Sandra continued, "Annie was right to have brought you to your full potential. You are the one. You will never grow old and disease will never know you."

I felt like a little kid as I responded with, "Really?"

Sandra smiled and said, "But you're still not safe from the Melas Diabolos. They will still want to find you."

"What should we do?"

"I think I should stay with you to make sure you are safe."

"How long will that be?"

Very matter-of-factly, Sandra replied, "No one can be sure but I think 200-300 years would do it."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, not really."

I have no idea what the look on my face must have suggested but then Sandra went on, "You can still do much as you wish. If you desire me, then we can even be married to better blend in with those around us. However, it is most important that we have many children as yours is the only seed that can impregnate my family and me. You see, biologically, we are a little different and without you, there is no future for my family. Our ranks have thinned over time because of our enemy. You can restore them. You and your potential can impregnate us all."

I was awestruck by this news and she went on. "You should know that our leader, Annie is now pregnant with your child and all of my sisters rejoiced at the news. Being our leader, Annie must devote all of her time to her offspring. As the future leader of our race, nothing must interfere with her training and that is why Annie will not be permitted to see you again. She must not have any more children or else the harmony of the family would be adversely affected. If she encountered you again, she would not be able to resist your potency. While she will be allowed to have sex with regular mortals, they will not affect her as you would."

I replied, "You mean, they couldn't get her pregnant."

"Yes that is correct and also, the emotion of the physical activity of sex, while pleasurable, will not be as all encompassing with a mortal man as it would with you. In other words, she can love them and then leave them to attend to the needs of our future leader. If you were in the picture, your potency would complicate things greatly."

Sandra continued, "Annie has already chosen the name of your daughter. She will name her, Katherine. I do hope you find the name pleasing."

I said, "It sounds beautiful."

"Wonderful, Annie will be so pleased to learn of your approval."

"Will I be allowed to see Katherine?"

"Of course, it will be essential that she have a sound relationship with her father. It is her mother, that you must not see."

What happens when you or the others get pregnant? Will I no longer be able to see you either?"

"No, that is not a problem. Since we are not the leader, our children will be equal members of the family and while they will be trained in our ways, it is not as strict." Then with a grin, she said, "It is my hope that we have many, many children together. In fact, with your help, all of the sisterhood will be with child and our numbers, just as our bellies, will swell. In fact, I am hoping that Anka and I are already pregnant with your children." 

"That fast?"

"Our bodies are different. In the sisterhood, we are fertile for 25 out of 30 calendar days. Therefore, we can conceive children at almost any time of the month."

She paused for a moment to let that information set and then added even more. "There are 117 sisters and I am sure that you will find them most pleasing. Just as I do, they will relish the feeling of your seed floating inside of their bellies. However, you do not have to be satiated with just my sisters. I would not stand in the way of you having other women in your bed as well. You may bed, Lydia, Carol or anyone else as you see fit. As you have already started to figure out, with your potency, every woman will want you."

I found no point in asking her how she knew about Lydia or Carol. In fact, I was quite "unsurprised" that she knew.

Sandra continued, "If you wish, I can even share your bed with my sisters or any woman of your choosing just as we did with Anka. In our ways, this is perfectly natural. Also, while a mortal man cannot impregnate my sisters and me, you must understand that your changes are as yet, incomplete. Therefore, for the next several years, you will still be able to impregnate a mortal woman as well. You must know that your seed will last in a mortal's body for well over a month. It is possible that Lydia and Carol will also become pregnant. If that happens, we will of course observe the offspring to see if they are mortal or more like us. "

Then with another grin she asked, "Do you think you can handle that?"

I said, "I'd sure like to try" and crawling back on top of her, I felt Sandra's warmth. I even felt her love. And a moment later, I found myself back inside of her with the hope that I would in fact, make her pregnant.



The Gift



 Prelude

"Let me take you to bed," she said in a matter of fact manner, "and I will give you something no other girl can ever give you."

--69—

I have one consuming passion—women. I had pursued them all over the world. I had even caught a respectable number of them. At the age of forty, I am almost as fast as when I was seventeen. Nevertheless, I know that time is starting to take its toll. A depressing fact of physiology I try to ignore. 

In a few years, I will start searching for a skilled cosmetic surgeon. I am already preparing a plan for my midlife crisis. Naturally, it includes a red sports car and two eighteen year old girls.

My desired woman of the moment was a twenty-something year old named Neenah. She sat across from me on the other side of the narrow table in a dimly lit roadside tavern outside of town. 

A short squat Chianti bottle was the only object on the table. Someone had shoved a red candle down its deep throat. Apparently, the management's weak attempt to create an Italian atmosphere for this definitely down scale club.

The light from the long red shaft cast flickering shadows across her pale oval shaped face and danced in her dark eyes. 

Her eyes were the first thing I notice when we met. Surprising because I've always considered myself to be a boob man. "Hey---I am up here" are words women have said to me more than once. 

"Look. I am a Gargoyle," She said sticking out her long pink tongue at me. And so she was. 

She sat with her elbows on the cheap red and white plastic table cover. Her open hands with long thin fingers cradling her chin and cheeks. 

She wore her dark hair loose tonight. It cascaded down below her shoulders falling smoothly onto her black cotton turtleneck sweater. A sweater that was tight enough to outline her large breasts—breasts I visualized as being very firm. Even perky. Two exquisite scoops of vanilla that I had not touched or tasted.

I noticed she wore a heavy gold ring with an oval onyx on her left hand. The gold glinted buttery yellow in the warm light. 

The small dimly lit after hour's jazz club was almost empty. An obviously stoned group of musicians stood on the postage stamp sized stage playing "Harlem Nocturne". The music fit the mood of the moment.

Neenah's call inviting me here tonight had been a shocker. I had been interested in the tall girl with the large bust and narrow waist and the legs of a prima ballerina since the first time I saw her—that being two weeks ago. 

"Lust at first sight" was what she had called my initial reaction to her.

She would appear from out of nowhere at the University where I was studying English Literature. Smile, laugh and talk teasingly to me. Just as quickly, she would vanish. When I had questioned her about her Houdini way of coming and going, she had brushed it off with an easy laugh that tinkled like fine crystal. 

She shook back her thick silken hair and said, "I am Neenah, woman of mystery. If you knew all there was to know about me, I would be just another graduate student in the Department of History. 

"My mystique makes you want me," she added in a stage voice.

She was right. I always had a great appreciation for women intellectually and physically. However, once I had taken the gift in my hands—the bow removed and the pretty paper torn, the package ripped open the thrill quickly faded. I wanted a new prettily wrapped box with a new gift inside.

The tall auburn haired server walked slowly to our table in the back of the club and sat our drinks down in front of us. She gave me a wink and a smile and was gone. Neenah acted as if nothing had happened. 

I picked up the cold green bottle and took a long drink of Heineken. Neenah had ordered a single malt scotch whisky on the rocks. With a far away look she sat with her head cocked at an awkward angle and swished the caramel colored liquid around in the glass.

"Looking into the future are you?"

She raised her head and looked directly into my eyes. She blinked, hesitated as if hunting for words and said, "Actually yes. I was in a manner of speaking."

"And what did you see, Oh Lady of mystery?" I chuckled and took another swallow of my ice-cold beer.

Her long oval face with the slightly aristocratic aquiline nose formed its self into a broad smile that showed perfect even white teeth. "I see you and me in lusty play in my castle strong and mighty on a very large and comfy four poster bed. 

I see me mounting your strong masculine body and sliding down on your spectacular cock. I see us fucking for hours and hours." 

She paused and added, "I see me fucking you to death!" Then her voice turned to that of a bored little girl, "outside of that nothing much."

I sat there looking at her. I felt my wool trousers begin to get very tight across my lap. I took a long, long drink of the Heineken. 

"And how far is that into the future?" I asked trying to sound cool and blasé. As if I heard this kind of thing every day from every woman, with whom I shared drinks 

She took a long pull at her whisky. Daintily putting the glass back on the table she looked down at it. She peered intently for a few seconds and looked up.

"It is to be quite soon. Actually, I foresee a coupling of our bodies will take place the night of the next full moon."

Outstanding! A hit and I didn't even need to swing. I felt the first tingle of the night . She had me hot now.

"Steady…the moon is not full, yet." She said.

"Fortune teller and mind reader. What a woman."

"Oh David, I am a woman of many talents," she smiled at me again, "I even read the Kama Sutra. Most women only look at the pictures."

Definitely a hit. Neenah had me off balance. 

I had the distinct impression she had accomplished what she had intended to do before the night ever began. From our first conversation, she had played the "good cop-bad cop' game with me. Inviting and speaking with sexual metaphor one minute. Turning definitely frigid without warning. Neenah was the consummate cock tease. She knew it and I knew it. It was the game we played from our first meeting.

 --69-- 

The first time I saw Neenah Rogers was on the way to a night class. I turned and there she was. There was no color in her attire…just black. Around her in the hallway there was nothing but white—white rubber tile underfoot, white painted walls on both sides, and white acoustical ceiling overhead 

She shook back her long dark hair and smiled. She walked slowly up to me. I thought she was beautiful, poised and very self-confident. I tried to introduce myself in a way that would impress her. 

Her response had been, "David Livingston, yea. I know who you are. Doctorial candidate in the English Department. Romantic Literature. 

Independently wealthy thanks to a well managed trust fund left to you by a doting grandmother. You are a very bright perennial student and part time playboy. You have not reached jetsetter status although you are a motivated wantabe. That about it? Come walk with me. I have a dinner date and must run" She led and I followed

We walked out to the parking lot. It was the middle of October. There was a bite to the night air. A bright moon floated over the university campus. I forgot about my class.

"So why me?" I asked when we stopped at her car, a silver porch Targa.

She clicked open the door and looked back at me. I could see the moonlight reflected in her gleaming eyes." Why you what?" 

"Why the contact? Why the dramatic meeting? I have never seen you before in my life."

She clasped her pale hands together in front of her and looked down at the cement for a minute. When she looked up her face was gleaming. "Simple David Livingston. I want you."

I stood watching as she stepped into her sports car, raced the engine, and did a perfect speed shift as she exited the parking lot into the cold night.

Damn! I didn't know if this was a gag, a crazy girl or for real. I wanted her was all I knew! 

--69—

Now it was two weeks later and we were again in a parking lot—an almost empty parking lot at the "Romper Room Club". I glanced at my Rolex as we stopped at her car. A little after two in the morning. I looked around the deserted parking lot. It was a clear night with lots of stars overhead. The moon was almost full.

"Hey," I said and pointed to it.

"Sorry David. It doesn't go full until tomorrow night."

I stuck out my lower lip and made a pout face and she shook back her long hair and laughed a silvery laugh.

"Don't look so deprived or depraved for that matter." She gazed purposefully around. The parking lot was as quiet as a graveyard. We were so far from the main highway; traffic noise was a distant whisper. All around the small club were trees and undeveloped land. I could hear the night sounds of crickets.

"Tell you what David—to keep up your interest," she lowered her voice to a conspirator tone. "Let me give you a brief commercial for the main feature."

"You expect me to say no?"

She frowned like a disapproving mom frowns at her misbehaving child.

Few are the number of times David Livingston has been without words. What followed marked the beginning of one of those times.

Neenah was wearing a pleated black wool skirt that came to her shapely ankles. She looked deeply into my eyes, without ever looking down— not even once, she unfastened it, and let it drop to the pavement. I heard my breath come whistling in past my teeth and down my suddenly dry throat.

She stood there in the silver moonlight naked from the waist down. Without seeming to have done anything unusual, she walked to the front of the slanting hood of the Porsche, assumed a supine position on her back, spread wide her legs and put her feet on the bumper.

I don't know how long I stood there before I realized the gates of paradise had opened wide for me. And I had not even needed to jimmy the lock!

"Stand and deliver, David Livingston," she said.

Without hesitation, I dropped my pants and tore off my boxer shorts. Everything became a kaleidoscope of pictures. 

Thick black pubic hair—natural and not trimmed, a tight wet pussy that parted reluctantly to take me in only to seal itself around me when I shoved deeply into her. Both of us breathing hard—sucking in the cold night air. There were periods of animal noises that escaped from her throat. 

From her position she controlled the pace and tempo of our coupling. She shoved her torso to me and locked her legs around my body. She slowly sucked me into her; first cock, then body and then…

She stopped all movement. I could hear the loud zinging of my blood in my ears. Slowly she tightened her wetness around me. I gave a loud involuntary moan. She kept me locked deep within her. She tilted her face toward mine. 

The moon illuminated the scene. Her normal haughty expression was gone—vanished. Her voluptuous red lips parted in a snarl. Her nostrils flared as if she were an animal sniffing it's pray. She bared her teeth in wild lust bordering on the unrolled. Her dark eyes smoldering coals.

She made a long groaning sound deep in her throat. Neenah finished me with a series of deep thrusting movements followed by her deadly grip. I fell forward. Caught myself with both hands on the cold metal of the car hood. I felt completely drained.

I heard Neenah's crystal laugh. It sounded hollow and far away.

--69—

The sun was dropping below the tree-lined horizon when I stopped my car in front of Ms. Neenah Rogers home. She had invited me for a drink.

Her words from last night echoed in my mind. "My castle strong and mighty". The mansion behind the rock wall and the steel gates that secured it from the rest of the world was that and more. The modern version of the castles of the middle ages. 

Before I could ring the call bell, the massive gates swung open. I drove onto the grounds of the estate.

--69--

True to her word there was a massive hand carved four-poster bed in her upstairs bedroom. We stood touching each other face to face—stripped nude at the foot of the bed. A sea of colored pillows awaiting our submersion into what ever wild sexual desires she wished to plunge. 

Again, she led and I followed. She wrapped her long strong arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against her shapely higure. I looked into her dark eyes for a moment. I kissed her full on her crimson red lips. Her mouth yielded to mine. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth.

In response, I felt her hard lean body press against mine. She rubbed herself against my cock. She rubbed me until it was shoved upward and trapped by her body. Slowly she rubbed me with her pussy. Rocking from side to side.

I felt her tongue lightly touch the tip of mine. Then like a swirling pool of deep water, she sucked hard pulling it deep into her oral cavity. I was aware of my heart beat. It sounded normal. As she sucked me down into her, it pounded harder and harder. I felt the room make a complete three-hundred-and- sixty degree turn. Slowly like a child's carousel. 

Then I was lying flat on my back in the middle of her bed—surrounded by pillows and enveloped by Neenah. She sat straddled across my body. Her large firm breasts hung down over my face. Her hands held my arms extended over my head. Her dark eyes were looking down at me. They twinkled with mischief. 

"How the hell did you get up there," I asked in genuine confusion. "More importantly. How did I get down here?

She tilted her face to the ceiling and shook her hair back over her shoulders, out of her face, and cast her gaze down at me. "You mean way down there in the lowly missionary position—while I tower above you in the woman superior position; which happens to be my favorite position?"

"Yea. That's what I mean."

"Simple. The power of positive thinking!" She said and winked.

"Okay champ. Positive thinking may have got you up there—it's going to take a hell of a lot more for you to stay there!" I said trying to rise and roll her off. 

She sucked her lower lip and pushed back. We were in a test of strength. I tried to move but she kept me pinned to the bed. I clinched my teeth and tried to throw her off my body.

"Now, now David. You are getting all red in the face. Geese you gona have a heart attack?" Don't die in my bed! What the hell will I tell the medical examiner—I fucked you to death? 

She didn't even breathe hard while holding me down. I slumped back—relaxed my muscles.

"How can you…"

"A mere female hold you down like this?" She finished my question.

A silver laugh. Another shake of her dark mane. "Never, ever—underestimate the power of…"

"The Dark Side." I chimed in.

"…power of positive thinking. And yes David, the Dark Side too.

She laughed wildly and shook her head from side to side making her long dark hair swirl around her face. "I vant to suck your blood," she said and nuzzled her face into the right side of my neck.

"Christ on a crutch!" I yelled but it was too late. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. I could feel her voluptuous lips part and her perfect white teeth touch my throat. 

I screamed!

"Okay so I wont give you a hickie." she said sitting up on me. 

"Bitch! You scared the shit out of me!"

"So I noticed. A bit jumpy David Livingston. But I have a great tension reduction method."

"Forget it. Your little joke put my Johnson out of business."

Oh no! The big oh no.

"Get off of me."

"Not so fast. I can handle your problem." She gazed into my eyes. I did not look away and she did not blink. I felt old Johnson come to life--harder and better than ever.

She lifted her body effortless and came down on my cock. She moved slowly back to her sitting position—only this time I was inside her to the max. She looked back at the ceiling and made a low sound of pleasure.

--69--

She rolled off and nestled on the sweat soaked sheets next to me. She looked over and smiled. "New record for you?"

I could only grunt and weakly shake my head up and down.

"I thought so. I try to always bring out the best in a man." She giggled. "Tonight I brought it out of you several times. 

You also made a mess of my bed". She said. "Didn't your mom tell you not to play with your food?"

I grunted again. "Yea—but mom never got to eat you."

Her voice carried a bantering tone, "don't go around making unwarranted assumptions."

She propped up on her elbow. Looked serious, when she spoke her voice sounded serious, "David. remember when I promised that if you would come to bed with me—I would give you what no other girl could ever give you?"

"Uh—and you just did. No girl ever did me the way you did.

"No silly," she took a deep sigh, "that wasn't what I meant. Not even close."

"Okay, what can you give me?"

A huge smile appeared on her face—I though of a child winning a spelling contest. Then I saw her canine incisors. They elongated as I stared in disbelief. What the fuck!

This time Neenah sank her teeth into my neck. I felt them penetrate through the skin and pierce the artery running along the side of my neck. The pain was intense for a second. Then I was seized with sexual arouse as I had never felt before.

It was like ejaculating over and over—time after time-after time! Without waiting to recharge. But it wasn't in my crotch—it was happening in my mind. God it was fucking fantastic. All the time I could feel Neenah drinking my blood. I could hear the loud sucking noise she made. Darkness.

--69-- 

When I regained consciousness, I was still naked. So was Neenah. Only now, she was standing at the foot of the bed. There was no blood on her beautiful face. She smiled when she saw me open my eyes—her fangs were gone.

"In view of all that just happened I am not going to make a bunch of stupid comments about how and why. Vampire, right?"

"Smart," I like that in a man. Wrapped in a nice package, too. The paper is a bit torn but that will heal."

I grabbed my neck. Two small puncture holes.

"Now what—I become like you?"

Her laugh still sounded like the tinkle of expensive crystal. "No David. That is only in the movies and pulp fiction. In real life it is a bit more…complicated."

"I see."

"No you don't but you will David. And I think you will appreciate my offer when I have finished explaining the terms and showing you the fine print."

. "You just finished your personal blood drive. What do I get out of it?"

"David Livingston I can give you forever. You will cease to be an aging playboy—you will just be a playboy. Despite your flippancy toward everything, you have an abiding desire to become a great scholar in your field. I can give you centuries in which to accumulate the information you will need. No other girl can ever do that for you."

"Why so generous Ms. Rogers?"

"You definitely do not pay attention David. I told you the first time we met."

She must have notice my puzzled look.

"That first night at the university. In the parking lot. You asked me why?

I told you what I wanted. I wanted you?"

Now I remembered.

"But before I give you the gift…you must take it freely."

I patted the side of the bed. She sat down next to me. She was definitely spectacular—all of her. Mind and body. And the gift would never grow old.

"So what do I need to…."

--69--

AFTERWORD

The land where the university sat—the place where I first met Neenah is now forest. Before that it was grass land, and before that desert sand. Changes occur so slowly that we mostly do not notice them—not even a little bit. 

But Neenah and I are still together here on this living ever changing planet. We are both very happy. I now wear a heavy gold right with an oval onyx stone on my left hand. It is very old. It is a class ring of sorts. Only a very special class wears it. 




The Gift



The gift is still perfect and the package—it will last forever. 

THE END



The Gift



She was not like the others, we all knew it the moment we saw her. The color of her name tag, required to enter the gathering, proclaimed her submissive but she moved as if she owned the place. She was short and slightly rounded as if she had never really escaped childhood. Her hair was a wild tangle of red gold waves restrained a little unsuccessfully by a couple of pinned braids. She was quiet and respectful and I marveled at her training. 

She stepped aside when approached by a Dominant and gently shook her head when one of her sister subs offered to serve her. I watched in amusement as more then one Dominant stepped out of HER way or offered to fetch HER something. Unlike most submissives in her position she did not seem to view the offers as weakness, rather as courtesy. She dropped her head as a Queen might, in acceptance to what was being offered to her. I admired her but the club was newly mine and I had worked hard to create a certain atmosphere; an atmosphere which she was ruining. It would not do to have some of the weaker Dominants bowing to a strong slave. I hadn't seen her before so my guess was that she, like many of the others, had come for the auction. I made it a mental note to say something to her if it became out of hand. 

"She is a slave dance teacher." A familiar voice said from beside me. I reached absently to stroke the head of Nate, my most favored pet. I liked Nate because he listened well and because I could count on him not to be jealous. He was beautiful, well muscles and dark complected. He had come to me to learn the ropes of dominance. A journey which, to my dismay, he had almost come to the end of. 

"Who?" I asked just to throw him.

"The red head in the corner." He answered, his confidence wavering a bit.

"A slave dance teacher." I let the thoughts roll through my mind with no small amount of pleasure. "What is her name?"

"She wouldn't say?"

I frowned down at him. "She refused to tell you?" 

He shrugged with a shy smile that let me know that he was interested in her too. It was Nate's dream to be a Dominant and I wondered a moment if his searching of information on the girl wasn't more for him then for me. 

"She said she had no Master and there for had no name." 

I smiled in satisfaction, "She answers to what her Master calls her." 

"What is everyone else supposed to call her in the meantime?" He asked knowing the answer.

"GIRL!" I called out letting my voice boom through the club. She had been having a conversation with another girl, both relaxed and leaning against a wall. The sound of my voice brought her to instant attention and I watched as she scanned the crowd to make sure it was she who was being called. The crowd turned to look at me and I kept my eyes on her leaving her no doubt to whom I was speaking. She walked to me quickly, her palms turned away from her body in an age old symbol of acceptance. 

When she was about three paces from me she dropped to her knees to crawl ending her journey at my feet, kneeling, her legs together, her palms still open. She surprised me by looking at me directly, though she kept her face turned down. It made her eyes seem bigger and her position less servantile. Her movements were direct and supple and again I marveled at the one who had trained her. 

"Do you have need of this girl, Sir?" She asked.

"Who are you here with?"

"A girl has been sent by One who trained her." She answered.

"And the verbal restriction?" I asked referring to her use of the third person. It was a very hard language to master fluently and yet she spoke it as if she were born to it. Most slaves I had seen had to form the phrases in their minds and then speak but she just spoke. 

"Is to last until One who trained her decides that she knows her place."

I tilted her chin up to have a better look at her. Her eyes were a strange color brown that matched the darker shades of her hair.

"It looks to me as if you know it pretty well."

Her lips quirked in private amusement, "You would be surprised Sir."

I felt Nate shift beside me...moving subtly closer to me to better view her. I had allowed him to walk at my left rather then to crawl behind me. It was the first time in a while he had even slightly pushed his boundaries and I was caught between shock and jealousy. I moved to the side allowing them to see each other, "My pet tells me that you are a teacher of slave dance." I felt more then saw Nate blush...it was a subtle reminder of his place in the food chain. He took the correction well, nodding in understanding and dropping his dark eyes to the floor. I was going to miss him when he was gone. That more then anything was the reason I had not released him .

"A girl can dance." She said neither confirming nor denying my statement.

"Are you buying or selling tonight girl?" I asked watching the absolute stillness in which she sat. It was a gift I had never had when I was a submissive, one I had been punished for more then once.

"Gifting." She said her gaze coming to capture mine. "This one is here to gift you with a dance." 

"Me or any Dominant here."

"You." She replied with almost disconcerting confidence. "She was sent for you."

"Find us somewhere to be alone." I said over my left shoulder not daring to take my eyes off the girl. My mind raced with a thousand questions. Who had sent me such a gift? Why would her trainer, who had obviously spent so much time with her, trust her to a stranger. I could have shook the man's teeth out for not protecting her properly were I not preoccupied with the gift. 

In less then 5 minutes Nate had us seated in the back of the club. The small dark room had been built specifically for recovery time after a scene. The music was as soft and low as the furniture; designed to soothe and to comfort. Usually you could find at least one recovering couple in it but because the evenings events had not really started yet it was deserted. She had followed three paces behind Me as Nate led us to the space. He spoke a low word to one of the people close to the door and the stage was set.

I noticed for the first time that the long skirt that she wore was cut up to her hips on both sides to allow her easy movement. She was dressed in dark green, a shade that suited her golden red coloring. Something her ways stuck a familiar chord in me and I tried to figure out if I had seen her before. 

She removed a small purse from around her torso and pulled from it a collar of plain black leather, a leash about three feet in length, and a CD. I thought that she would bring the collar to me but instead she sat it at Nate's feet and turned to kneel, her back to him, holding up a wealth of red-gold hair. It would have been a breach of ettiquette had she belonged to me but I remembered just beofore I said something that she did not.

He put the collar on her with marked solemnity and I wondered again about his interest in her. He left the leash to dangle and then offered her his hand to help her up. I opened my mouth to remind Nate to tuck the lead into her clothing but something stopped me. They looked at each other for a moment in such a sad sort of way that I felt a lump rise in the back of my throat. 

The moment was finished almost before it had began and the girl walked to the CD player in the room and put the CD in. The music came in slow haunting beats, a middle eastern rhythm that she caught perfectly with her hips. She placed the handle of the leash in her mouth and began to move. The song was a ballad of sorts and she told its story of with her movements. It was a story of sadness and searching. She moved seductively toward an empty chair eyeing it as if its inhabitant were her hearts desire. She twirled and danced and dropped in submission in front of the chair throwing her leash into the emptiness. There she stayed a moment while the song ebbed and the woman's voice keened, she peeked up in confusion and then, almost as if she were embarrassed, picked the leash up with her mouth and began again. 

She repeated the movement to two other seats, each time looking more dejected then the last. I was impressed with the preciseness of her offering and could almost feel myself resent the empty chairs for not accepting her. It was at that moment that I realized why she seemed so familiar to me and why she and Nate had looked at each other in such a way. She was Nate's pet. 

He would be leaving tonight, I knew it with the certainty I had always prided myself on, but he was leaving me with a gift. She had his precision and his dignity but unlike him she sought no higher then what she was. If she offered the leash to me I would have to make a choice. Accept her and release him or send her away, possibly send them both away. 

Her eyes caught mine and in them there was such hope. She writhed and twirled, smiled and teased, coming close and then backing away. Her very body seemed to say, "Please...please don't send me away." 

She made a final twirl in the crescendo of the music and fell to my feet in supplication. She knelt, her left cheek pressed to the floor, her wrists crossed and extended over her bowed red gold head with her leash offered up in her pale palms. Her breathing came in soft pants that seemed exaggerated in the stillness of the moment. I looked at Nate. His shoulders were straight and proud and his dark eyes were shinning with tears of pride. 

I had no doubt that he had worked long and hard on her. He had poured all that was submissive about him into her until only the Dominant remained. I leaned forward and picked up the end of the leash pulling the girl to me. She looked up a moment stunned and then came to me without hesitation. I would miss him terribly but I would grant him his wish, I would accept his gift.



The Gift



With grateful thanks once again to Jeanette for her patience and understanding, also for My friends in Lit chat. Please comment and vote if you enjoy the story, I hope you do.

The Gift

You rush home from work slightly later than normal hoping you can get dinner and, yourself prepared for your Master, arriving home from My 3 week trip away. You are surprised when you get home to find Me already there with dinner ready and waiting.

"Relax My sweet I came home early to surprise you with a nice meal and some games for later. I want to make this a special evening for you, as I've been away for so long."

You rush into My arms and we embrace; our kiss tender and long our bodies melting together, a Master and his sweet submissive together as they were meant to be.

"Hurry now angel shower and change for this evening, just heels and hold-ups tonight My sweet, now quickly I'm hungry and not just for the food."

"Yes my Lord," you reply smiling as you rush from the room.

After your shower we sit and eat, lingering over the meal I prepared that day, talking and laughing about My trip and your work stories as a child caregiver, regaling Me with the tales of all their tricks. I look to the clock and see we have been there nearly 2 hours.

"Now My darling, it's time for your gift, follow Me into the playroom."

As we enter the candlelit room, you notice the items on the dresser and begin to wonder and worry a little. You see the blindfold and begin to shiver. "My Lord? You have never blindfolded me! You know i don't like the sensation." 

I look at you and smile, putting My hand beneath your chin, I raise your beautiful face, and look into your eyes.

"Don't be afraid my love. Do you trust Me?" 

"Yes, Lord." 

"And this was a soft limit, dearest?" 

"Yes, Sir."

Still holding your chin in My hand I lower My head and kiss you tenderly. 

"Then know I will never harm you, remember your safe word and relax. Allow Me to do this for you" 

"Yes, Sir, my apologies for doubting You." 

"No need to apologise, little one. You have the right to question a limit I push. Now, lie on the bed."

As you lie down, I pick up the silk ties, lashing your wrists securely to the bed head. I move to your feet, placing pillows beneath your knees and hips raising them. 

"Today, My angel is going to be an exercise in taste, touch, and pleasure,"

I smile before removing My clothing. I see you smile, but there is worry reflected in your eyes as you wonder what I have planned for the evening.

"Your first taste and feel, little one, will be familiar." 

I move My cock to your face and you greedily suck Me into your mouth, taking Me deep into your throat immediately, knowing if you can make Me cum, I may stop the game. 

"Careful! little one, we have all night for this." 

I remove My cock from your mouth fighting not to cum at this time. Then, after gently kissing your soft lips, I carefully place the blindfold round your eyes fastening it tightly. Then another gentle kiss to your forehead, before I pick up the first item, a feather.

I hold the feather gently brushing it from your forehead down over your face and chest to your stomach. I move first to one then the other nipple, watching as they harden immediately, your fear leaving you with this gentle beginning. Softly, I continue to caress your body with the feather, your nipples quiver as it glides over them. Down over your stomach I move it, a giggle escaping your mouth as it tickles. I move it down one leg tracing the muscle inside your thigh, gently over your feet, then back up the other leg until, once more, I reach your sex. Slowly it glides over your freshly shaven mound and over your already wet and puffy lips. Lightly it brushes over you and another giggle escapes your lips as the feather becomes damp with your juices. Again your body quivers at the sensation.

I replace the feather and raising a glass of water take a drink, allowing you to relax. Gently I hold the glass to your lips and you drink it thirstily. When we have both drunk our fill, I pick up the next toy; a soft, deerskin flogger. I lay the flogger on your body, allowing you to feel and realise what it is. You know the flogger, we have used it before. You tense, waiting for the pain of the lash. 

Today it is not being used for pain. Once more, like the feather I brush the flogger over your nipples and again they harden. I begin to swirl the flogger gently, the tips brushing over you. Over and over again I cover your body with strokes, soft gentle strokes, the sensation like a dog's tail just catching you as it wags. I continue to brush the flogger this time moving it over your pussy, the tips brushing constantly over your clitoris, getting you more and more aroused. 

The pleasure from the touch coursing through your body you finally plead, "Lord, please may I cum?" 

"Yes, My love, today you may cum if and when you wish. Today is for your pleasure first." 

With My words your body shakes as you cum, soaking the bed as you do. I kiss you softly as you relax from your climax, holding you, allowing you to catch your breath. Finally your body begins to stop shaking as your climax subsides. You turn your head towards Me. 

"Thank You, My Lord that was wonderful. Thank You for allowing it." 

"Oh it's not over yet, My angel, would you like Me to continue?" 

"Continue?? Oh, yes please, Sir."

I pick up the closest candle and move an ice bucket closer to you. I pass the candle over you allowing you to feel the heat. You flinch slightly from the heat, but, sigh knowing the pleasure you take from the hot pain. I kiss you again, and then lower My lips to your hard nipples, sucking them into My mouth in turn. 

I raise the candle and slowly allow the wax to cool slightly before it drips onto your breast bone; the hot liquid running down to your throat, burning and singeing as it does. Quickly I add an ice cube to the wax, chilling it immediately. You flinch and moan loudly from the two extremes of heat and cold. I wipe the cooling wax from you quickly, not allowing it to harden too much, before moving to a nipple and pouring the wax again from a height allowing it to cool a little. You flinch again from the pain, and immediately I place another ice cube on the hot wax. This time I hold it until the wax cools and hardens, the melting ice chilling you as it runs down your breast. I move to your other breast and repeat the wax and ice. As before, your body constricts from the heat and cold so close together. This time I leave the wax on you, deciding to remove it later.

I lift the candle again; this time holding it over your pussy before carefully pouring the wax. This shocks you, as W/we have only used wax on your breasts before now. Carefully I aim the wax to the side of your pussy lips, knowing that is may be a step too far for you. Again I take the ice and chill you. Once more the dual sensation causes you to flinch and moan. I place an ice cube directly on your clitoris. This instant shock sends you over the edge once again and you cum loudly, a scream of lust and joy escaping your throat.

I hold you as your climax takes you, kissing you softly on your forehead. As the waves of your passion recede, your raise your head to Me and W/we kiss, our tongues reaching into one another's mouths, wrestling in passion. I pull My mouth from yours. 

"Are you ready for the final item little one?" I ask 

"Anything Sir, i am here to please You" 

"No, beautiful one, tonight I am here to please you." 

"Why, Lord?" 

"Later, My dear."

I move My body over you, untying your feet. You realise just what the final sensation will be, as I quickly enter you and wait, holding you, allowing the feeling of being inside you to engulf Me. Slowly at first, I begin to make love to you, moving quicker as your legs wrap around My back. As I feel My climax begin to rise, I reach and peel the wax from one nipple then the other. You gasp and immediately cum for a third time when the sharp pain hits, your pussy muscles clench drawing My cum from Me. I let out a roar, filling you with My seed as you pull Me in.

Finally, after untying your hands, W/we relax in each others arms, holding you tightly, and My love for you pouring from within Me. 

You turn your face to Mine. "Sir, why have you allowed me this tonight?"

"Happy Anniversary, My sweet claire. It is 2 years ago today that you gave Me your submission, this is to show My thanks for that and My love and devotion for you. Each day I thank God you allowed Me to become your Master."



The Gift



Thank you for the valuable feedback to my first story, any feedback good or bad will help me a lot!

"Are you still going out tonight?" Izzie asked Jane over a late breakfast. 

"Yes" Jane replied. "I'm meeting with a couple of friends, though I don't know where we are going, everywhere will be full of lovey-dovey couples. Bleurgh." Izzie couldn't help but smile at Jane who was feeling more than a bit sorry for herself having recently split from her fiancé.

"Ah, I'm sure it won't be, you'll have a great time, just don't come back too early eh?" Izzie winked at Jane who knew that Izzie had a special night planned with her husband to celebrate Valentines and didn't want any interruptions.

Before Izzie married Mark, Jane had been her flat-mate. They were the best of friends but then as happens with all flat-mates they found themselves moving separate ways. Jane had been the first to leave, moving into Angus' life but she had recently split with him, just days before they were due to get married and of course Izzie immediately offered Jane a place to stay whilst she sorted herself out.

Luckily Mark was a pretty understanding husband and joked that having two 'gorgeous birds' around the house was great for his self-esteem. Izzie just rolled her eyes at him, though she had to agree that Jane was gorgeous. She had a toned, tanned athletic body topped with a face to die for, full luscious lips, eyes you could fall into and beautiful sleek, glossy, dark hair, cut into a modern but feminine pageboy style.

After a day of pampering and styling at the local salon Izzie returned home feeling refreshed and ready for the special night ahead. She went across to the bathroom, removed her clothes and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She'd had her hair restyled at the salon and couldn't believe it was the same person looking back at her. The stylist had added subtle highlights and lowlights and curled her long, straight hair loosely at the ends, in a sort of modern disco-chick style. It was far removed from the boring, straight mousy look she usually wore and she was ecstatic with the results.

After admiring her new haircut for a couple of moments Izzie's eyes moved downwards across her curvy body and she felt a small thrill as she looked at her reflection in the mirror; although she had seen the results of her bikini wax in the beauty salon it was still a shock to see her pussy as exposed as it was. She grinned to herself, glad that she had listened to Jenny, the beautician, who had somehow talked her into a full Brazilian wax, it looked and felt gloriously pornographic. 

A neat strip of hair ran vertically towards Izzie's intimate area like an arrow pointing to the treasure. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she imagined Mark's reaction to her new look. She ran her hands across her belly and downwards towards her newly bare flesh and slipped a finger between her lips. It felt incredibly silky and smooth as she slid her finger back and forth along her groove; her sex was already moist with excitement and the lack of pubic hair made her feel a hundred times more sensitive than usual. 

"Later" Izzie muttered to herself. Much as she would enjoy masturbating herself in front of the mirror she decided it would be much more enjoyable with Mark later if she held herself back now. She reluctantly removed her hand and studied the rest of her appearance. 

Izzie's ample boobs were starting to droop a little and she had an inch or two to grab but other than that she was happy with her body and Mark was more than pleased with her womanly curves; he regularly told her so. 

Izzie walked to the wardrobe and selected her outfit from the rail. She had treated herself to a short mini skirt and halter-top set in a clingy material from an adult website she had discovered that stocked lingerie and skimpy eveningwear. She put on the outfit and decided not to use the matching thong that was supplied; she didn't want any obstruction to Mark's surprise and not that she needed any help tonight but wearing no knickers always made her feel naughty.

Izzie glanced at the clock and realised Mark would be back soon so she applied her make-up and quickly arranged the dozen or so candles she had purchased around the bedroom, ready to be lit later. Padding bare-footed around the apartment she laid the table for dinner, adding yet more candles and selected a romantic CD which she set to play on repeat. Once she was happy everything was in place and she wouldn't be walking around too much more she pulled on her strappy, high-heeled sandals and made her way to the kitchen. The shoes were agony to walk in but worth the effort as she felt that they made her legs look longer and slimmer. 

As Izzie heard a key in the door she took a deep breath. She entered the hallway and Mark entered with an impossibly large but exquisite bouquet of red roses, tied with brown string and beautifully arranged.

"Happy Valentines Day" came the muffled voice of Mark. The bouquet was so large that he could not see past it. Izzie prised the flowers from him and heard a low whistle. 

"You look incredible, I love the haircut." Mark praised.

"I have another surprise for you, but first dinner, would you do the honours with the Champagne please? It's in the fridge."

Mark uncorked the Champagne with a pop and poured the fizzy liquid into two glasses. 

"To us" he toasted simply.

Izzie served a simple pasta dish for dinner; she had considered a more lavish meal but decided that she could think of better things to do than slave over a cooker all night. They made small talk throughout the candlelit meal but neither of them was really interested in mundane daily chatter, they were both fully aware that they we were building up to something more. Izzie felt so horny by the time she fetched the strawberries for dessert she was sure there would be a damp patch on the back of her skirt but if there was, Mark never commented.

On returning to the table with the strawberries Mark pulled Izzie onto his lap so he could feed them to her. She sat sideways on and Mark dipped a strawberry into his champagne. Izzie had guessed something like this would happen when she decided on the mouth-watering fruit for dessert. She knew it was a cliché but she loved strawberries with champagne, especially when her equally delicious husband served them to her. She licked and sucked at the champagne on the strawberry in what she hoped was a seductive manner then bit slowly into the delicious fruit, the sweet juices dribbling down her chin.

"Let me get that for you" Mark said quietly. He leaned towards Izzie and licked the strawberry juice from her chin; moving slowly up towards her lips with his tongue. Izzie groaned, it was such an erotic sensation for him to be cleaning her with his tongue. 

Izzie manoeuvred herself so that she was straddling Mark, her short skirt riding up her legs. She could feel Mark's hardness pressing against her and couldn't wait to have him inside of her; it was all she could do to stop herself ripping his clothes off there and then. She kissed him on his lips, gently at first, then probed him further him with her tongue, feeling Marks tongue respond eagerly. 

Mark placed his hands underneath Izzie's halter-neck top and lifted it over her head so he could have full access to her breasts. Izzie's nipples hardened instantly as Marks teased them with his fingers; he ducked his head down and sucked on them enthusiastically whilst massaging her soft breasts with his hands. Izzie knew it was only a matter of time before he put his hand on her pussy, and the thought caused her to groan and squirmed on his lap with excitement.

"Touch me". Izzie whispered, she couldn't wait any longer. "I really need you to touch me now" she begged Mark. Being the good husband that he was and eager to please he placed one of his hands between her legs; his eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Stand up" he ordered. "I want to see". 

Izzie stood up and hitched her short skirt above her mound, offering an enticing glimpse of her newly bare flesh.

"Wow!" he admired. "I love both your haircuts. I want to see better, take your skirt off".

Izzie pulled down her skirt and stood in front of Mark, her legs slightly parted. Now dressed only in her strappy sandals, the directness of the air around her was tantalising against her exposed lips. She gasped as Mark reached out and slipped a finger in her silky groove. 

"Stay there and don't move, I have a surprise too," he commanded.

Mark hurriedly moved to the bedroom and reappeared brandishing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. He pulled Izzie's wrists behind her back and fastened the cuffs around them; he then slipped the blindfold over her head, checking it thoroughly to make sure she could not see a thing. 

"You look beautiful darling," he said tenderly as he took Izzie in his arms and danced her slowly round the open plan living space, guiding her carefully to the slow music that had been playing throughout the meal. 

Izzie pressed herself close against Mark, loving the unusual sensation of dancing naked but for her shoes and powerless, trusting Mark implicitly to guide her safely through the living space; she just wished she could put her arms around him. 

"Stay there," Mark whispered softly as he disappeared again. Izzie could have moved but didn't want to, and though her vulva was aching with anticipation and her rosy nipples were standing rigidly to attention she was loving this new game that Mark was playing and wondered to herself what was next. She stood with her legs slightly parted, waiting for his return. 

Long minutes passed, the apartment was quiet and Izzie could not hear Mark moving at all.

"Where is he?" Izzie thought to herself. 

In the ensuing silence she heard a key at the door. 

"Oh my god, Jane!" Izzie filled with horror realising that she wouldn't get very far, very fast in her blindfold and handcuffs. She tried to move forward but was disorientated from the dancing and had no free hand to feel for objects around her. She cringed as she realised Jane was about to walk in on her naked but for her shoes and a blindfold.

As both Mark and Jane arrived in the dining room Izzie found herself completely frozen to the spot; the silence in the room was deafening. Seconds passed but it seemed like minutes, hours even. Izzie had no idea what was happening.

"Nice hair cut Izzie" Jane finally said in a strangled voice. 

"Err thanks" Izzie felt embarrassed and giggled, not knowing what else to do. It sounded odd and forced in the tense atmosphere.

"Don't worry, you look really hot," Jane whispered, trying to alleviate her friend of some of her obvious humiliation.

"Oh my god! What is he thinking?" Izzie thought to herself as Mark moved in behind her and put his arms around her body, shockingly reaching for and fondling her naked breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, pressing on her neck with his lips and tongue. The movement caused him to flatten himself close against her and she realised that he was now totally naked and his hard cock was pressing against her bound hands. 

Before Izzie had chance to question Mark's actions her heart leapt in shock as she felt a third hand stroke delicately across her belly and move down towards her swollen sex.

"This is my gift to you," Mark whispered into Izzie's ear.

Izzie couldn't believe what was happening. One drunken night recently she had told Mark that she fantasised about having a threesome with another woman but she never dared imagine it would happen or even that he would remember and yet here she was with the two people she trusted most in the world.

Jane's fingers slid back and forth along Izzie's smooth, slick pussy-lips and Izzie tightened her grip on Mark's cock, moaning as Jane's kissed her tenderly on the mouth, touching Izzie's lips with her tongue. Izzie had never felt so aroused in her whole life.

As Jane fingered her pussy, sliding fingers deep inside her, Izzie fantasised about sucking on Jane's pert breasts. The combination of having her nipples played with by her husband whilst being fingered and kissed by a woman tipped Izzie over the edge and she climaxed hard, thrusting against Jane's fingers. 

Izzie squealed as Jane quickly knelt down and placed her head between her legs, licking at her swollen lips, continuing to finger her deep inside, Mark still slowly pumping at her hand from behind. She wanted the moment to last forever as wave after wave of orgasm shook through her body.

Mark removed himself from behind Izzie and took off her blind-fold; Izzie could see for the first time that Jane was still dressed. She had on a pair of skinny jeans and a casual lime green vest top. Mark instructed Jane to stand up and slowly between them they guided Izzie to the bedroom. 

"Oh!" Izzie exclaimed. Mark had certainly been busy in the few minutes of silence that now seemed so long ago. As well as lighting the candles Izzie had placed around the room, there was now a fake fur throw on the bed, which was covered in a scattering of rose petals and the sweet smell of jasmine lingered in the air along with some other heady scent Izzie could not put her finger on. She noticed a small bowl of oil beside the bed and guessed that it was where the smell was coming from. She realised he had gone to a lot of trouble for her and her heart swelled with love. 

Mark led Izzie to the bed where he unlocked the handcuffs but instead of releasing her instead he quickly cuffed her to the wrought iron bed-frame. From a drawer Mark took out some silken ties that they had used in previous bedroom play and instructed Izzie to part her legs, he then gave the bonds to Jane who tied Izzie's legs to the bottom of the bed frame. 

Mark moved over to Jane at the foot of the bed and started to kiss her full on the lips. Izzie watched fascinated as Mark pushed up Jane's vest and fondled her breasts; freeing a nipple by tugging at her sheer, lacy bra. Izzie trembled as he circled Jane's nipple with his tongue, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, causing Jane to moan with pleasure. Izzie imagined that same mouth doing the same to her and writhed against her bonds. The movement caused Mark to stop his sucking and look over at her. 

"Do you want to see more?"

Izzie nodded eagerly.

"Then tell me what you want to see."

What did she want to see? She wanted to see Jane's breasts in all their glory; she wanted to see her pussy; would it be thick and bushy or bare like her own? 

"Take off her clothes." Izzie whispered.

Making sure Jane was facing Izzie, Mark stood behind her, much like he had done with Izzie earlier. He knew Izzie so well and correctly guessed that she would like to see everything Jane had to offer. Izzie saw Jane glance at her glistening pussy and imperceptibly lick her lips. Their eyes met and Jane gave Izzie a quick wink, Izzie grinned in return relaying her pleasure with the unusual situation.

Mark pulled Jane's top over her head, removing it with a quick yank and quickly moved his hands to the soft skin of her breasts; he put his hands inside the cups of her bra and Jane tensed as he teased her already hard nipples. 

Izzie desperately wanted to join Mark, sought to experience for herself how Jane's dark nipples would harden to her touch; she wanted to cup her breasts and feel how soft and supple they were. 

Mark lowered his hands to Jane's waistband. Jane helped him unfasten the button and zip and kicked away her jeans, revealing a sheer g-string that matched her bra. Izzie could see through the g-string that Jane's mound was also bare, but she didn't have the landing strip, she was completely bald. Izzie felt herself twitch in anticipation of getting a better view.

As if reading Izzie's thoughts Mark impatiently tugged the g-string down to Jane's knees and deftly removed her bra whilst she kicked the g-string away leaving her completely and gloriously naked. Although Izzie had seen her friend naked before it had never been under such erotic circumstances and standing in front of her now, she looked to Izzie like a goddess. Izzie could see a glint of moisture on the lips of Jane's pussy and imagined putting her head between Jane's legs and licking the juices away. The lustful thought caused her to quiver involuntarily and she pulled against her bonds.

"You're in charge," Mark reminded Izzie softly.

"Lick her pussy" Izzie instructed Mark. She loved the way the rude words sounded coming from her mouth. Mark nodded and he turned sideways on so that Izzie could see him lapping at Jane, almost like he was a young child licking a lollipop, his tongue as flat and wide as he could make it. Izzie watched enraptured as Jane spread her legs further apart and kneaded her own breasts, moaning with pleasure. 

"Eat her," Izzie commanded. Mark buried his head closer to Jane's pussy. The scene unravelling before her was like an excruciating but very pleasurable pain. Jane's breathing was heavy and she was groaning in pleasure; every sound a cruel addition to Izzie's own desire. She felt her own juices running down between the cheeks of her buttocks and soaking onto the fur throw which was tickling tantalisingly against her skin, a sensual touch to her torturous bonding. 

"STOP!" Izzie shouted. Mark stopped what he was doing and turned to her questioningly and Jane gave her a worried look, wondering whether it had gone too far. 

"Please help me", Izzie begged Jane. Jane studied Izzie's face for a moment trying to work out the meaning behind her request and started to move towards her but Mark stopped her.

"No, sorry Izzie. You have had your three wishes now lets have some fun." Mark grinned wickedly at Izzie as she pulled against her restraints, suddenly realising with a jolt how powerless she actually was. "I have another surprise for you!" 

Mark moved away from Jane and Izzie watched puzzled as he reached into the wicker storage basket she kept on top shelf of the wardrobe, she kept spare linen in the basket, nothing exciting; she guessed that he must have been using it as a hiding place for all of his surprises. Izzie's eyes widened as he pulled out a large vibrator from the basket. It was very different to her own smooth, slim vibrator, this one at about 8 inches long and nearly two inches in circumference was soft looking with little knobbles all over it. She watched captivated as slowly and carefully he pushed the thick vibrator inside her best friend, pushing in as far as she could take it, Jane's back arching with pleasure and then just as slowly he withdrew the knobbly toy. 

"Do you want it?" Mark asked Izzie. Izzie nodded eagerly, "oh yes," she replied. She could see the vibrator glistening with her friend's juices and she wanted it more than she could describe. She wanted to feel it slide inside her, slick with Jane's wetness; she wanted to feel the soft knobbles stimulate her pussy as it slid in and out.

"Ohhh" Izzie cried out as Mark pushed the wide vibrator inside of her, not slowly as he had with Jane but quick and hard, he twiddled with the dial and set the vibrator to a low buzz, barely discernible against her throbbing vulva.

Mark sat on the edge of the bed and indicated Jane to follow him.

"Sit on me" he instructed. Izzie gulped as she realised this was the moment that she would see her husband making love to another woman. The thought gave her an unexpected thrill of pleasure and she clenched against the vibrator resting inside her, feeling the soft knobbles press against her tender, velvety skin. The new sensation set her heart racing and she arched her back, the movement causing the vibrator to move slightly inside her.

Maintaining eye contact with Izzie, Jane straddled Mark and wrapped her long legs around his waist, his erect penis slipping easily inside her moist sex. Izzie watched fascinated as Jane started to kiss her husband passionately, her hands caressing his firm body. 




The Gift



Susan's first sexual encounter after 17 years of marriage opens the flood gates and begins a process of physical and spiritual healing for her.

It had been probably four or five years since they made love. They had sex once during that time, and it was pleasant enough, but since things started going downhill in the marriage, Susan had lost interest in being anywhere near Scott. He'd put on weight and cared less and less about his appearance, probably in response to Susan's lack of attention to him. 

Susan put more energy into volunteering and her children's activities, just to get away from him. Her interest in sex waned, and she very rarely even felt the need to masturbate. At times she felt sad to think that there were so many people in the world enjoying sex and she was not, but it didn't really matter that much to her. Susan figured it was due to the process of aging, and she was "past her prime" at the ripe old age of 46. 

After months of therapy and extensive soul-searching, Susan decided that she needed to divorce Scott, and he angrily moved out. Peace was restored to her household, and with the source of constant tension gone, Susan gradually began to feel normal again. She had always stayed physically fit, and she was delighted to discover that she was still attractive to men. She discovered Literotica.com and enjoyed reading the hot stories after the kids were in bed. Thanks to all the creative and wonderful authors out there, Susan began to feel sexual again, and she looked forward to dating and to the possibility of enjoying sex once again.

When John called and asked if he could visit during a weekend that the kids were with their dad, Susan said "Of course!" John and Susan had been lovers almost 25 years ago. They'd met at work in the 3rd floor coffee room. His office was right across the hallway, and he had flirted unabashedly with her when she went in to get coffee. Eventually they began to have lunch together, enjoying an easy camaraderie mixed in with a fair amount of flirtation. It was during one of those business lunches that John whispered in her ear, "I want to make love with you." His direct approach both startled her and thrilled her in a way she hadn't experienced before.

Theirs was a "no-strings attached" arrangement, and it suited them well. He was 11 years older than her, divorced with 3 kids, and Susan was fresh out of college. Susan knew she wanted kids eventually, and though John loved her, he did not want more children. He could never stand in Susan's way, though. Because of those differences, they never made any commitments to each other, but they enjoyed their time together tremendously. They shared a sense of adventure and a love of the outdoors, and they spent many afternoons walking in the woods, exploring graveyards, swimming in the lakes nearby and climbing trees. Away from the stuffy corporate environment of their workplace, they could be themselves, and when she was with John, Susan felt playful and free. Sex was passionate between them, they were both uninhibited and adventuresome, and their friendship endured their marriages, the distance and the years. 

Susan was nervous about what might happen between them during John's visit, but she was so excited to be seeing John again after all this time that she didn't allow herself to dwell on that. Both she and John had remained faithful to their spouses, and John was still married, so Susan didn't expect or plan anything in the way of romance with John. She just wanted to enjoy his company and spend time catching up with him. He was bringing his kayak, and they'd planned an adventure together, exploring the river behind Susan's house.

That Friday night finally arrived. The kids were already at their dad's when Susan heard John pull up into her driveway. She ran to the window and watched him as he got out of the car. He looked very much the same as she remembered, but his hair was a lot longer and a little gray, and he had it gathered back in a ponytail. He had a long, gray beard, and he grinned widely as he spotted her walking out the door towards him. 

"Hey, Morgie!" Morgan was Susan's maiden name, and John had always playfully called her that. 

"Pinelli!" She cried, as she ran over and threw her arms around him. She noticed right away that he felt much different than Scott. Her arms fit all the way around him nicely, and she could look him in the eye without craning her head way back. Smaller in stature than Scott, and much more compact, John's body matched hers quite well.

"Holy shit, you haven't changed a bit," said John as he pulled away and held her at arm's length to look her over. "Still the same old Morgie," he said with a smile. Then, unexpectedly, he kissed her, full on the mouth! Susan was a little taken aback at this forward gesture, as she hadn't kissed anyone except Scott like that for over 17 years! Old habits are hard to break, and even though she and Scott were separated, this first kiss with someone else since she and Scott met wasn't quite what she had expected. Her brain told her it was not right, and she tried to override that thought as she kissed him back. 

She knew it was weird, but she felt uncomfortable kissing him, and she pulled back. John would push it as far as she would allow it to go, but no further. They both knew that those were the rules, so he stopped, no questions asked.

"Sorry, Morgie, I know you've got a lot on your plate right now." He apologized. 

"Don't worry about it." She replied awkwardly. She felt a little like she'd let him down, but he respected her feelings. That's one thing that was always uniquely different with John. He was only thinking about her, and not about himself. 

"Show me around the place." He said, as he turned and pushed his car door closed. "By the way, is there a place we can smoke this?" He reached into his pocket and produced a small pipe. Susan laughed. It had also been a long time since she'd gotten high. It was something she had enjoyed years ago, but once the kids arrived on the scene, the crowd of people she hung out with changed. She wasn't surprised that John was still into it, and marveled at the fact that almost 25 years had passed since she'd last seen him and he still loved the bud.

"Come on in the back, I'll show you the pool area. It's private, and we can catch a buzz right here." Susan said, as she turned toward the gate. John followed her into the fenced-in area around the pool, and Susan closed the gate behind them.

"Wow, this is nice." John commented, as he looked around and took in Susan's back yard with the in-ground pool. "Mind if I take a dip?" John asked, as he proceeded to peel off his tank top and throw it on the chair near the pool steps. "I'm hot and sweaty from the road." 

"No problem, but I don't think I'll join you this time." Susan replied, as she took a seat in one of the deck chairs. Next came John's flip-flops, then without missing a beat, off came his shorts. Susan's eyes widened in surprise as she realized he wasn't wearing underwear! She watched him toss his shorts onto the chair, turn, and then shallow-dive into her pool. That was John, alright. Not a shy bone in his body for sure, she thought. She shook her head and tried to compose her thoughts and her expression. 

She tried not to stare, but she noticed that John had kept himself in pretty good shape too. He was always a small guy, and his age was showing a bit, but she was pleased that there wasn't any excess fat on him. Heck, she was 25 years older now too, and not only that, she'd given birth to two kids, so she was sagging in a few places herself.

John surfaced, shook the water out of his hair and beard, and with a big grin, exclaimed "Wow! That feels great." He laughed out loud as he walked toward her saying, "You don't know what you're missing, Morgie! Come on in!" 

"I'm going to skip it this time." Susan said, though his laugh was infectious. She felt a little uncomfortable with John's nudity, and she wasn't sure she wanted to take her clothes off yet, but she didn't want to embarrass John by swimming with her bathing suit on while he was naked, so she decided to sit it out and avoid the issue entirely. This was nothing different than she and John had done in the past, and she felt a little bit disappointed in herself that John was still as uninhibited as he ever was but she seemed to have gotten more than a little bit uptight. She guessed it had to do with being a mom, and tried to dismiss it. 

"I'm not making you feel uncomfortable, am I?" John asked, as he ascended the steps out of the pool. Water streamed off his cock, the first live cock besides Scott's that she'd seen in 17 years, and Susan tried not to stare. John was obviously very comfortable in his skin, and he just looked at Susan with an amused expression as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. 

"No, it's just that I...well, maybe a little bit," She mumbled in reply, giggling nervously. He simply smiled as he took his time slowly drying off. 

"Ah. That felt fantastic!" John stepped into his shorts, threw the towel over the rack, and sat down in the chair next to her, reaching into his pocket for the pipe.

"Maybe this will help you relax a little." He offered, as he placed the pipe and a lighter on the table in front of her. Susan couldn't help but grin as she put the pipe to her lips, lit it, and drew in a breath of smoke. How long had it been, she wondered? Even after so many years, the whole ritual still felt familiar and comfortable to her. The smoke burned her throat, and she coughed most of it out, but right away she felt a tightening behind her eyes. Different yet somehow very familiar, Susan let out another awkward cough as she followed the ritual and passed the pipe to John. After two more hits, Susan felt pleasantly buzzed. Scott would angrily disapprove if he knew what I was doing, she thought. Too bad, she argued back to her nagging conscience. I'm in charge of my life now!

The time passed quickly and easily as they talked and laughed together, reminiscing over the adventures they'd had and catching up on more recent events in their lives. They were able to slide right back into the amicable friendship that they'd always enjoyed. It was as if they had only been apart a few days rather than 25 years. They soon grew tired and Susan knew she'd have to make a decision soon. 

"Where am I sleeping tonight, Morgie?" John asked, stifling a yawn. "You know I'll do whatever you want to do. I'm just happy to be here with you." He looked at her earnestly as he spoke, and Susan knew it would be her choice completely.

She thought for a moment, still uncertain of her feelings. It had never been this difficult for Susan to sort out her feelings, but she had been through a lot recently. Even though she knew that divorcing Scott was the right thing for her and her family, the emotional wound was still raw. It must be the pot, she thought, but her mind still reeled with conflicting emotions. She thought she probably needed to be alone tonight to give herself a chance to process everything that she was feeling.

"John, I feel overwhelmed right now. I'm very sorry, but I think I'll make up the sofa bed and you can sleep out here tonight." 

If John was disappointed by her reply, he certainly didn't show it. "That's cool," he said. "Let me give you a hand."

Susan got the sheets and blankets out and together they made up the sofa bed. Susan showed John where the bath towels were and brought him a flashlight. "It is wonderful to see you again!" John said, as he embraced her. Susan noticed he didn't try to kiss her this time, and she was grateful for his sensitivity.

"It's great to see you too, John. I'm so glad we never lost touch with each other."

"Me too." John replied. He put his finger gently under her chin, looked directly into her eyes and said, "Now, you sleep well, my little Morgie."

"You too, Pinelli. G'night." As she walked down the hallway to her bedroom, Susan resisted the urge to tell him what she told her kids every night – sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite – and giggled softly to herself as she prepared for bed. Once a mother, always a mother, she thought, as she quickly fell asleep. 

Susan awakened and glanced at the bedside clock. 1:43 a.m. She no longer felt the effects of the pot they'd smoked earlier that evening, and she didn't really feel all that sleepy either. What she felt, much to her surprise was horny. She was acutely aware that John was sleeping in her living room, and she knew he would be a willing partner, but those old habits were deeply engrained in her brain, and so her internal struggle began. Restlessly she tossed and turned. She let her fingers wander down to the crotch of her panties and graze her clit through the silky fabric. The sensation was electric, and she drew in a sharp breath. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this aroused. She pressed her fingers tight against her pussy and it felt too good to ignore. Her need was so great, and she thought about masturbating, but the prospect of a hard cock after such a long time held a much stronger appeal. She just wasn't convinced enough to do something about it yet.

She rose from the bed and began pacing the floor. Back and forth she walked in her darkened room, as her mind wrestled with her dilemma. She was so horny and John was a known quantity, and he was in the very next room! She knew he could and would satisfy her, but she still felt very much in the "married" mode. She was angry with herself now. She deserved to be happy, didn't she? She'd certainly paid the price. She was physically and emotionally separated from Scott, and wanted nothing to do with him, so it wasn't like she'd be cheating on him, she reasoned. Still, she could not bring herself to walk out there.

Just then she heard the bathroom door close. John was up using the bathroom! Suddenly her decision was simplified. Now is your chance, she thought to herself. Nervously, she waited until she heard him flush, and heard the bathroom door open again. Gathering up her courage, she took a deep breath and reached out for the doorknob. She felt her hand shake slightly as she opened her bedroom door. She was vaguely aware of holding her breath as she deliberately walked down the hallway towards the living room. In the dim light given off from the television cable box, she could see that John had already settled into the sofa bed and was adjusting the covers over himself when she arrived at the edge of the bed. She tentatively reached out and gently touched his shoulder. His eyes opened and focused on her with a questioning look.

"John, I..." She stammered, her heart beating furiously in her chest. "I...I want you...in my bed," she breathed. She was grateful for the dim lighting, as she felt herself blush furiously, the heat rising to her ears. John sat up, still gazing at her with the same questioning look, and the covers fell away from him. She realized he was sleeping naked and she smiled, relaxing slightly. He looked so warm and cozy and inviting. She took his hand and held it as he stood up, then she led him down the hallway and into her bedroom. 

Standing at the foot of her bed, she sighed loudly as John turned towards her, put his arms around her waist, and drew her close to him. She could feel his cock against her thigh. His expression was one of concern as he put his hands on either side of her face and asked her tenderly, "Susan, are you sure you want this?"

Susan suddenly realized that she felt very calm now, and she answered him with one word. "Yes." 

The next thing Susan knew, they were kissing passionately, but she couldn't remember who started it. It felt right this time, and she wanted more. She reached down with one hand and wrapped it around John's cock, the first cock besides Scott's that she had touched in 17 years, and it felt hard and smooth and so good. John responded by sighing loudly, and Susan skimmed her fingers lightly up and down on John's cock, enjoying the silky smooth feeling of his hardness beneath her fingers. Susan felt on fire as her desire clicked in. She began to quicken her pace on John's cock, moaning as she stroked him, feeling him responding to her hand motions as his hands found her nipples. 

After a few moments John put both hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. Susan looked at him pleadingly, and he whispered "Wait." He guided her over to the bed and removed the t-shirt she was using as pajamas, then reached down and tenderly pulled her panties off. His cock was sticking straight out from his loins and she felt soaked just looking at it. Susan knew without a doubt that she wanted him, and it felt so right and so normal. She had missed this. She just hadn't realized how much until now.

"Lie down," John breathed, and Susan leaned back and propped herself up against the pillows, watching him. John positioned himself between Susan's legs, running his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. Susan wanted desperately to be touched, and she trembled in anticipation. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he put his hand over her pussy. His fingers deftly parted her lips exposing her swollen clit, and he leaned down and sucked it right into his mouth, swirling it back and forth with his tongue and lips. The pleasure was so sudden and so intense that Susan almost screamed. John seemed to know that Susan didn't need a lot of foreplay right now, because immediately Susan felt John insert a finger, then another. 

"Oh, my God!" Susan exclaimed, as she bucked against John's fingers and pushed her clit harder into his tongue. John responded by applying a little more tongue pressure and increasing the speed of his fingers plunging in and out of her velvet wetness, and Susan could barely catch her breath. At that moment, she completely surrendered herself to John, both physically and emotionally. She gave him her trust and opened her wounded soul to him and he lovingly and tenderly kissed her and played her like a fine instrument. 

He made love to her until the pleasure became too much for her to bear. Susan cried out John's name as she tumbled over the edge and into her orgasm with an intensity that she could not believe and could not remember ever feeling before. Her entire body seemed to explode with sexual release. Before she could even catch her breath, John rose from between her legs, knelt before her, and plunged his cock deep into her still contracting pussy. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite inside of her and Susan actually saw stars as the waves of her orgasm continued to wash over her body with each thrust of John's cock. 

John continued to move inside of her, gradually slowing, all the while massaging and relaxing the muscles of her pussy from the inside, and Susan selfishly relished the sensations. John allowed her to experience her complete pleasure in its purest and simplest form, and Susan absolutely wallowed in it. Healing release seemed to flow through Susan's body with her orgasm, and she knew then just exactly how much she'd missed this sexual connection with the right person, and a slight sickness of regret washed over her when she thought of the wasted years. She knew then with absolute certainty that Scott was not the right person and had not been for a long time. For this moment at least, John was, and he seemed to know exactly what she needed, because he stayed very still inside of her and held her gently against his warm body, caressing her hair while the involuntary tremors in her body slowly stilled. 

Susan's satiation was so complete and so total that she felt paralyzed. Awareness returned to her brain gradually, and she began to move her focus away from herself and out towards John. She could not remember if he'd cum, so she asked him.




The Gift



"No, I didn't." John said, but the expression on his face showed only his concern for her. 

"What can I do for you?" Susan asked, reaching out to gently stroke his cock, which was now soft but still sticky with her juices. She wanted to return at least some of the pleasure she'd just received from John.

"I'm fine, Morgie," John said reassuringly. "For me it's not about the destination. It's about the journey, and I loved every minute of that journey!"

Susan felt a little guilty for her selfish indulgence, but she was overwhelmingly grateful to John for the experience he'd just given her. Somewhere in the back of her mind Susan understood that John had given her a precious gift. He was reassuring her that it was ok to receive it without feeling the need to give something back. Susan had been so used to giving and never getting anything back that she didn't quite know what to feel. At this moment however, those particular points as well as everything else became irrelevant as she succumbed to the warmth of John's body against hers, and the powerful pull of sleep. 

The next morning she awoke feeling peaceful and rested. She stretched slowly and languidly and she was aware of a feeling of contentment that she knew had been missing from her life for way too long. She opened her eyes and discovered that John had been watching her with a gentle smile on his lips. 

"Good morning," Susan said, and smiled back at him, reaching out to stroke his beard. She marveled at how aroused she already felt despite last night's amazingly satisfying experience.

He took her hand in his, looked into her eyes and said, "Last night was incredibly beautiful, Susan. When you came to my bed, you reminded me of a little girl and it was such a turn-on."

Susan blushed hotly as the memory of her uncharacteristic behavior and complete sexual abandon of the previous evening flooded back. "It was absolutely incredible, John. It was like a rebirth for me."

"I'm glad I could give that to you, but it can't happen again." John cautioned. "It will always be a wonderful memory of an incredibly special time that you and I shared, but Caroline can never find out." 

John's comment hit her like a punch in the stomach. "She won't, John. You don't regret it, do you?" She asked, filled with dread that she'd hurt their friendship.

Tenderly he took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes. "I definitely do not regret it, Susan. You are an incredible woman and you know I have always loved you, but to be with you like that is just too powerful of an experience for me. I'm afraid of what it could do to Caroline and me."

Susan sighed, relieved that they were still on good terms, but slightly disappointed that there wouldn't be a repeat of last night's performance. They held each other tenderly, touching each other, hugging and kissing as lovers do. For the first time in years, Susan felt loved and protected by John's physical presence and she thought how appropriate it felt that John would be the one to break the long dry spell imposed by her marriage. It felt right for now, and they left it at that.

After breakfast, John said "Are you ready for an adventure?" Susan definitely was, so they packed a light lunch and some water and took John's kayak down from his car. The day was hot and sparkling, a perfect summer day, and they were excited by the prospect of the adventure ahead of them. They hauled the kayak down to the water, loaded up the cooler, attached the kayak skirts, and headed out onto the river. They found a quiet estuary around the bend a short way up the river that Susan never knew was there. It was a shame, she thought, that she'd lived on that river for 17 years but had never been out to explore it's wonders. She and Scott had been too busy raising their kids at the beginning of their marriage, and then they'd eventually drifted apart, never experiencing what the river had to offer them. Susan vowed to herself that she would buy a canoe so that her kids could enjoy the river with her.

John said, "Let's follow this estuary until we can't go any further." That sounded just perfect to Susan, and there were plenty of trees along the banks to offer them shade from the hot sun. They'd rest when they got tired, drink some water, and smoke a little weed, and Susan felt alive and carefree and happier than she'd been in a long, long time. It was one more adventure that she and John would share, and they laughed and talked and observed the varied wildlife along the way. They saw snowy egrets, turtles and hundreds of fiddler crabs scurrying into their muddy tunnels along the river banks. Susan was in awe of the rich life along the river that ran behind her house. She'd never been aware of it. 

John was an experienced kayaker, and even had a battery-powered motor attached to a wooden mount at the back of his kayak. That came in handy, as Susan's shoulders tired quickly from the unfamiliar paddling motions. The motor was extremely quiet, and as they rounded a bend, a Great Blue Heron noticed them and stopped fishing to watch their approach. The huge bird flew off as they got closer, its massive wings beating slowly and awkwardly as it struggled to take flight, and Susan giggled as she wondered aloud how the gawky creature ever got airborne. 

"He looks like a Pterodactyl!" John exclaimed, and that made them laugh even harder. Just about that time, Susan noticed some splashing along the muddy banks up ahead. She pointed it out to John, and for a moment they thought it was a huge fish that had jumped, until suddenly Susan realized what had caused the splashing. 

"Holy shit, Pinelli! Otters! I never knew there were otters out here!" Susan was so excited to see the otters she didn't realize how loud she was.

"Shh...just watch." John turned the motor off and they continued to drift toward the otters. They must have seen the kayak, because the splashing suddenly stopped and Susan couldn't tell where they had gone. John scanned the estuary ahead of them, looking for some trace of them, when they saw one of the otters pop out of the water, almost to its belly, bobbing back down so only its head was above water. Its ears were perked straight up and its nostrils were flared wide open and Susan thought she heard it hiss. It looked comical, and Susan suppressed a giggle.

"Where's the other one?" Susan asked.

"Maybe it was a female and she's protecting their babies. That is probably the male, and he's luring us away from the nest." John surmised.

"That is so cool! I never knew there were otters out here." Susan said, still amazed at the discovery so close to her own back yard.

John reached back and started the electric motor again, and the kayak slowly moved forward. The otter quickly disappeared under the surface of the river as they moved upstream towards it. After a few moments, it popped up again, further upstream but closer to the opposite bank. Nostrils flared, it again hissed loudly at them. This sent both John and Susan into gales of delighted laughter. 

They continued their pursuit for several more minutes, the otter disappearing below the surface and reappearing further up the estuary each time, John and Susan chasing slowly after it, scanning the river for its reappearance. Susan finally had the presence of mind to grab her digital camera from the dry box and snap a few shots before the otter eventually vanished from their sight. 

"Wow. This is so incredible, John. All the amazing things we've seen today...and sharing it with you...and you appreciate it as much as I do...I'm just totally blown away!" 

"Me too, Morgie. I don't know anybody else who would even consider coming with me and exploring like this. They all think I'm crazy, so I usually just go by myself. That's why I have the motor."

Susan smiled at him, and looked above her at a billowing brilliant white cloud. She felt tranquil and completely at peace, and she knew she would be just fine. Her future was still uncertain, but she knew she could face it now as a whole person, thanks to John. 

The estuary had gotten very narrow, and it was becoming difficult to maneuver the kayak around the bends. "It looks like we've gone about as far as we can go with this big boat. Let's turn it around and have lunch." John suggested.

They k-turned the kayak through the swamp grasses so that it was pointing back the way they came, and opened up the cooler. Neither of them spoke as they relished the ice cold water and sandwiches they'd packed. They drifted slowly with the tide, back towards the mouth of the estuary.

"The breeze is picking up. Can you feel it?" John asked, wiping his mouth and tossing his napkin back into the cooler.

"Yes. It feels wonderful, but look at those clouds over there." Susan pointed out towards the way they came in. "We might be in for a bit of a storm."

The words no sooner left her mouth as a cloud passed in front of the sun, and Susan felt a few fleeting drops of rain.

"Yep. We should head back in." John turned the motor on and said "Grab your paddle, Morgie. We don't want to be on the water in a thunderstorm."

The trip back out went much quicker than the trip in with the added speed of the electric motor. When they reached the mouth of the estuary, away from the tall swamp grass and into the wide expanse of the main river, Susan could really feel the wind blowing. It felt cool and refreshing, and John turned them towards home with the wind at their backs.

"Wanna have some fun?" John grinned, as he rummaged inside the kayak, pulling out a large golf umbrella. 

"I thought we were heading in!" Susan said, suddenly a little bit afraid of getting caught in a thunderstorm on the river. She could see the dark clouds in the distance behind them, and she thought John was planning to use the umbrella to keep them dry. 

"This only works when the conditions are exactly right, and I believe they're right now. Hang on, Morgie!" John smiled enigmatically. Holding the umbrella horizontal to the river, he slowly opened it in front of him. Susan watched the wind catch in the umbrella as John eased it open and she could feel them suddenly picking up speed, powered by the wind behind them! She began to laugh with excitement and understanding as the kayak skimmed quickly across the surface of the river. John was getting them home rapidly and in a very creative fashion. 

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" Susan laughed excitedly as John steadily held the umbrella up ahead of him. He glanced back at her and his grin stretched from ear to ear. He reminded her of a little boy who'd just discovered a brand new toy, and Susan loved him for his unbridled enthusiasm.

Over to their right Susan saw a motor boat with two adults and two children aboard – apparently a young family also heading in off the river to escape the impending storm. The man was focused on steering the boat, but the woman and both children were looking at them with incredulous expressions on their faces. The woman's mouth was open in surprise as she took in the weird sight before her. This just made Susan laugh even harder until her sides hurt from the exertion. She absolutely could not recall the last time she had laughed so much or so hard and she reveled in it.

They got back to the shore and dragged the kayak up on the beach just in time to feel the first few drops of rain. They could hear thunder in the distance, but it looked like the storm wasn't going to pass directly overhead. Still, Susan was relieved to be off the water. It had been an amazing afternoon, but they were both hot and sweaty and tired. They unpacked their gear and wrestled the kayak back onto John's car. By that time, the sun was out once again, the storm had apparently passed by them.

Susan's pool looked inviting, and this time Susan followed John's lead as he stripped off his clothes and dove in. The cool water refreshed their hot, sweaty skin, and they talked again about the otters as they paddled around the pool. 

"I definitely need to buy a canoe." Susan told John. 

"Oh Morgie, I don't think you could give those kids of yours any better gift than the joy of exploring that river out there. A kayak like mine wouldn't accommodate the three of you, but a canoe is an excellent idea! That way, you could go by yourself, or with one or both of them." John's genuine grin warmed Susan's soul and she vowed right then and there to make it happen.

"All that fresh air and excitement has completely worn me out. I sure could use a nap." Susan said, as they dried off and headed into the house to get dressed in some clean clothes.

"Why don't you go ahead and do that. I'll just sit here and read for a while." John grabbed a magazine off the coffee table and headed over to Susan's favorite reading chair, just like he belonged there. 

Susan smiled to herself, and padded down the hallway to her bedroom, happy that John felt so comfortable in her home. The sheets felt cool and crisp and it was good to lie down and rest, but Susan's mind was spinning from the excitement and adventures of the day and she found it difficult to sleep. Once again, she realized she was horny. This is so unusual for me, she thought, as she slipped her hand between her legs and began to rub and caress herself. It felt so good and she knew it wouldn't take very long. Within minutes, she brought herself to a satisfying orgasm. She would have preferred to make love with John again, but she respected his wishes. Soon she drifted off, waking about an hour later, feeling refreshed.

She walked down the hallway and into the living room to find John still seated in the chair, deeply engrossed in the magazine. 

John heard her walk in and looked up at her. "Hey Morgie, how was your nap?" 

Susan giggled as she recalled her self-induced pleasure. "I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but...I missed you." Susan said coyly, winking at him. 

John's expression was inquisitive as he peered at her over his glasses. 

"I see." He chuckled, as he put down the magazine and smiled knowingly at Susan.

He stood up and walked over to her, placing his hand on her breast and leaning in to kiss her sensuously.

"John, I thought..." Susan's question trailed off in mid sentence as John pulled her in close, cupping her ass with both hands.

"Oh, what the hell!" He said, and Susan's excitement rose as she felt her knees grow weak.

John unbuttoned Susan's shorts and slid his hand down into her pants, cupping her mound and slipping his finger into her moist pussy.

"Mmm. I sure admire your resolve." Susan teased, as she felt herself respond once again.

"Oh shut up, Morgie!" John said, as he covered her mouth with his and slipped another finger into her.

Susan sighed and began to lead John towards her bedroom. "Let's get comfortable." She said, as she pulled him down on the bed on top of her, feeling his hardness press into her.

Susan ran her hands up along John's back and under his shirt, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against her palms. She pulled his shirt off over his head as she rolled him onto his back, taking control. She straddled him and leaned down to tongue his nipples then worked her way down his stomach, kissing and licking gently as she went. John sighed as she swirled her tongue around his belly button while she unbuttoned his shorts. Slowly she unzipped him, revealing the head of his hard cock. She kissed it gently, softly running her lips over the smooth, taught surface. 

She ran her tongue along his shaft as she peeled back his shorts. It had been so long since she'd done this to Scott, but it felt just fine as she took his cock into her mouth, looping her tongue around the head, closing her lips around it and sucking gently.

"Morgie, you're going to make me cum like that!" John said, as he squirmed under her, pulling her away from his cock. He reached up to tug on her shirt. Susan helped him remove it then pulled off her shorts and panties too, tossing them on the floor. She helped him out of his shorts as well, and slowly lowered her body on top of his. The feeling of his skin against her skin was something she took great pleasure in, and she whimpered softly as his arms enclosed her. Oh, how she had missed this simple human contact.

She reached down and took hold of John's cock, rubbing it along her pussy lips like a human dildo. She was again surprised at the intensity of her response and at how wet she already was. They gasped each time the head of his cock slid over her engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure through both of them. 

Susan positioned his cock at her opening and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, feeling every inch of his manhood as he entered her. She sat up, impaled on him, and placed her hands on his chest, looking into his eyes. As he looked back at her, she squeezed his cock with her vagina muscles, shifting slightly from side to side enjoying the fullness within her. John groaned, and moved to indicate that he wanted Susan to roll over on her back. She straightened her leg and managed the transition without breaking contact. This changed the sensation of their coupling, intensifying it, and Susan began to rub her clit as John thrust in and out, slowly at first, then picking up speed. 

Susan could feel her orgasm building quickly with the perfect combination of her fingers on her clit and John's cock stroking her pussy. She closed her eyes, swallowed hard and before she knew it, her orgasm began with even more intensity than the evening before. Susan literally screamed out her pleasure, riding John with abandon as the waves of her orgasm engulfed her.

"I'm gonna cum!" John grunted, thrusting quickly for 5 or 6 strokes, then held his breath as his seed spewed from him, deep inside Susan's pussy. Susan was still in the throes of her orgasm, or maybe it was her second or third, she couldn't really tell, but she registered the fact that they had both cum at the same time, which was for her a rare occurrence.

"Wow!" That was about all Susan could manage as they held each other tight, catching their breath. Susan shuddered as all the emotions of the past several moments joined forces with all the emotions of the last two days and all of the pain of all the previous months, and she began to cry. Her pain flowed out of her through her tears, and they became tears of joy and hope, healing her wounded soul.

John seemed to understand the cathartic nature of her tears because he didn't speak at all. He simply held her and stroked her hair, allowing her emotions and her tears to flow freely. He reached out to her nightstand and offered her a tissue, which she gratefully accepted.

Susan looked at him as she blew her nose. "You know John, if I had to sit down and script out the perfect weekend, I couldn't have come up with anything better than this." She said. "You have given me such an incredible gift. You have shown me how to laugh again. You have taken me on an amazing adventure in my own backyard. You have loved me and allowed me to love you. You have helped me to heal and you've given me hope."

"Susan, those gifts are given freely and with my undying affection. You are a very special lady and you've suffered a huge hurt, but you are also very strong and you are going to be just fine." John reassured her. "You know, you've given me an incredible gift too."

"I have?" Susan sniffled.

"Your gift of unconditional love has lasted almost half a lifetime. Do you know how rare that is?"

"I suppose it is." Susan replied, as she tossed the sodden tissue into the wastebasket.

"Damn right it is! My marriage has stagnated. I still love Caroline, but the zest has gone from our lives. This weekend with you has made me realize that life should be something that you participate in, not just observe. Lately we've been doing too much observing and not enough participating. So this has been a turning point for me as well. I don't know what direction we will take from here. That will depend on Caroline. I'm almost 60 years old, and I just can't let any more life pass me by." 




The Gift



Susan laughed at that realization. "I just hope I'm not the cause of your divorce."

"What you and I shared doesn't factor into Caroline and me at all. We have our own issues to address, and that would have been true even if you and I hadn't made love. To make love with you again after all these years was incredibly special, Morgie, and I have no regrets whatsoever. Thank you for sharing yourself with me. You've made me feel like I'm 35 again!"

Susan laughed and hugged John tightly. "It has been completely and totally my pleasure, John." 

They dressed, ate a light meal and slept in Susan's bed that night, holding each other tenderly. The next morning was spent laughing and talking amicably, and they were just as comfortable with each other as they had been all weekend. They went for an early swim and shortly after, John announced it would soon be time to begin his long drive home. 

"Thank you for a perfect weekend." Susan said, as she walked him out to his car.

"Thank you too, Susan. Let's not wait another 25 years before we see each other again." John replied, as he climbed in and shut the door, turning the key in the ignition. He drove away waving, and Susan turned to walk back into her house. She felt lighter on her feet somehow, and she noticed a new spring in her step. She smiled to herself, remembering all the reasons why, and saying a silent "Thank you" to John for his gift of healing love.



The Gift



I didn't get nervous until after the hostess left me, naked and trussed up like a Christmas turkey, with a leather ring snug around the base of my cock and balls and a string of large, heavy stainless steel beads up my arse.

I sort of wished she'd stay a while. She wanted to, I could tell. She knows I swing both ways. Her dark eyes gleamed with far more than professional interest when she lubed me up and started working my hole with her fingers, loosening me until she could slip the anal beads one by one inside me.

"Sorry, Mr. Molko," she purred in that lilting island accent. "Maybe another time, yes? Mr. Yorke will be here soon, and he is most anxious to play wit' you. You don't want to make him wait."

I gave her my most filthy smile. "No, I should say not. Thank you, Cherie. You're my favorite, you know."

"You are such a flirt, Mr. Molko." She bent and pressed a light kiss to my lips, then rubbed her soft mocha cheek against mine. "You ask for Cherie next time you come, hm? We have us a good time." She tugged on the small metal ring dangling from my arse, rubbing the beads against my prostate and making me gasp. "Have fun tonight, love."

She patted my bum and swayed out the door, and I was alone.

Alone is never a good thing for me. Mostly because my brain goes into overdrive, and I start to scare myself. Like tonight. 

After Cherie left me - with Placebo's first album playing low on the sound system, ha ha, very funny - I started thinking. About everything I'd heard, and why the fuck I was doing this. And what would happen if... well, if anything happened.

No one knows I'm here tonight, or who I've given myself to for the evening. Stef and Steve have heard rumors about him, just like I have, and they would both kill me if they knew. They know I'm a member at The Ties That Bind; Steve even came here with me once, more out of curiosity than anything else. He likes a bit of slap and tickle, but he only dabbles occasionally. 

Me? I'm the real thing. A bottom in every sense of the word. Neither of my dear husbands understands that, and they're frightened for me every time I come here. Unnecessary, of course; I'm quite safe here. But you can't tell them that. So I didn't, especially not tonight. They would've tried to stop me, and I couldn't have that. And so now, I'm alone, and no one outside this club knows where I am. 

Bit of a scary feeling, that.

I wriggle around experimentally, testing my bonds. The chains cuffed to my knees and ankles are set on winches in each corner of the ceiling. Cherie's pulled the chains tight, forcing my legs up and spreading them wide, my arse hanging off the end of the metal table I'm lying on. The cuffs around my wrists are snug, but not too tight. My arms are pulled above my head, stretched tight enough to arch my body against the table, but not so tight as to be painful. The cuffs attach to a swivel clamp, which in turn attaches to an adjustable chain set in the wall. 

The practical upshot of all this being, by adjusting the various chains my top can turn me any which way, even stand me up if he wants, without having to undo my wrists or my legs, and without hurting me.

There are advantages to belonging to a well-run, professional D/s club, let me tell you.

Most people think that the tops come up with these particularly creative arrangements. Not so. It's mostly the bottoms that dictate the set-up. I know I do. Once the fun begins, I do what the top tells me, and love it. But no one tells me how I'm to be bound. This is how I like it.

I find myself hoping to all that's unholy that Thom likes me this way.

I had no idea he was even a member until a few months ago. I'd heard that he'd been here many times, but thought he was just slumming it, or maybe a guest of someone else. Fancy that; both of us long-time members at the best BDSM club in London, and neither of us knew the other belonged. Funny thing, life. 

Anyway, the minute I found out, I could think of nothing else but having him use me. Took me ages to get up the nerve to have a message sent to him, asking him to top me. Only members are allowed to top, for liability reasons; members get extensive background checks, guests don't. But I finally asked, and he agreed. I was indecently excited; I've had a mad crush on the man ever since the first time I saw him, playing to an indifferent audience at a seedy little London club.

It was Beck who told me about him, actually. Boy has a big mouth, and when it's not full of cock, it's usually spouting things he probably shouldn't be saying. Such as, Thom Yorke is a member here, he and Beck play together a great deal, and the things I'd heard whispered in the club's group sex rooms about Thom were true. Beck even showed me the bite marks. Little pinpoint scars, faded but noticable if you knew what you were looking for.

And now, lying here bound and splayed, so hard I'm burning, I want that bite almost as much as I want to choke on his spunk. But I wonder what exactly that bite will do to me, and I'm scared.

I consider telling him it's all off when he gets here. Then I imagine the things he could do to me, and I want it. Badly. I can't decide, too torn between fear and desire to have any idea what to do.

Then the door opens, and Thom walks in, sexy as fuck in a snug black shirt and black trousers that barely cling to his hipbones. Those blue eyes gleam when he sees me, and he smiles, and I'm gone.

No more second thoughts now.

"Mr. Molko, I presume?" Thom says, stalking toward me like a great cat. "You may answer my questions."

"I'm Brian Molko, yes." He raises his eyebrows at me in a mildly scolding expression and I give myself a mental kick. I know better than that. "Sir."

His smile widens. Fuck, he's even sexier than I imagined. Slinky, graceful, beautiful. 

Dangerous.

I lick my lips and force myself to direct my gaze downward. Not that it's a hardship to look at his crotch. Not at all. But his eyes captivate me. I want to fall into them.

He leans down toward me, his mouth inches from mine. "And what," he says, brushing his lips against mine, "shall I call you?"

He kisses me, his lips warm and wet and soft as a cloud. I want to raise my head, open my mouth and tongue fuck his, in spite of the punishment I suspect this would earn me. Maybe because of it. But I don't. He's in charge here, not me, and I don't want to do anything to make him leave.

"Well?" he says when he pulls back. "Are you going to answer my question, or shall I have Cherie bring you your clothes?"

Oh god. "Whore. Call me whore, please, Sir."

He laughs. "And you can keep calling me Sir. I like that. My little whore." He reaches down between my legs and gives the bead ring a sharp tug. One of the big steel beads pops out, briefly stretching my hole, and I can't help crying out. God, I love those things. Nothing feels quite like it.

Thom is clearly delighted by my reaction. "Oh, you like that, do you, whore?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Shall I do it again?"

"Please, Sir."

He does, pulling several out this time in rapid succession. I don't try to control my reactions, since he seems to like me noisy and writhing. Then he pushes the beads back in. His fingers slip in beside them, making me moan.

"What a lovely sound," he murmurs. "I'm glad you're the noisy sort. I don't like someone who just lies there quiet as a fucking corpse." He pulls his fingers out of my arse and bends toward me. "Look at me, whore."

I obey him, raising my eyes to his face. Those burning blue eyes drill right through me. He slides a hand into my hair, gets a handful, and pulls, forcing my neck into an arch.

"You should grow your hair out again," he says. "Not that the mullet from hell isn't adorable on you, but that bob you used to have would be so much better for pulling on."

What does it say about me, exactly, that I immediately consider the possibility? Even though I haven't worn my hair like that in ages, and have no desire to. 

Whore, indeed.

He smiles at me, and my heart flutters. "D'you know what today is?"

I do. That's why I picked this particular night. "Your birthday, Sir."

"That's right." He lets go of my hair, wanders over to a big metal tool chest in the corner, and starts rummaging around. "Have to tell you, when I got your message asking me to top you, tonight of all nights, I was thrilled. I'm getting Molko for my birthday, all tied up and spread, I told Jonny. God, what a fucking present." 

He twists around and grins at me over his shoulder. "I asked him if he wanted to come, either to watch or to play, but he said no thank you. He likes to play now and then, but it's not generally his thing." He turns around again, leaning over the drawer and shoving the contents around. "Ah, there you are, you little bugger!"

For a second I think he's talking to me. Then he turns around and starts toward me again, grinning from ear to ear, and I see what he was talking to. I hadn't thought I could get any harder, but my cock throbs with the new rush of blood brought by the sight of the little silver clamps in his palm. They do tend to get lost in the drawer.

He's carrying other things too. I can't quite see, can't tell what they are. Just the possibilities, though, make me want to spread my thighs even wider, leave myself completely open to him. He chuckles at the look in my eyes.

"Have you ever been a birthday present before, whore?"

"No, Sir."

He takes my cock in his hand, strokes firmly. I bite my lip, enjoying the sensation. I'm not going to come yet. My control's too good for that.

"What about the cake?" he asks. "Have you ever been a birthday cake?"

What an odd question. "No, Sir."

He gives me a look that sends a chill of dark pleasure up my spine. "You're about to be."

He opens his hands, sets down what he's brought. A thick metal cock ring with screws that adjust the tightness and sturdy rings at regular interevals around it. Two thin chains with clips on either end. Little steel weights, only a few ounces worth, made to attach to nipple clamps. A lighter. A small blue candle, the sort you put on...

Oh.

Oh, Christ.

I stare at him, wide-eyed and more turned on than I've ever been in my life. He gives me a smile full of sin.

"Hold still," he says. "This is going to hurt."

It doesn't, really. Not at first anyway. He slips the metal ring about halfway down my shaft and turns the screws until it's snug around me. The skin above the metal starts to flush a dark rose. God, I love it when I can watch this. Watch a born Master doing these things to me. I know he'd stop immediately if I said the safe word. I know that. But always, there's the tiny possibility that he won't. And that's what makes my cock pulse and my arse tighten around the beads buried inside me. 

"What a fucking beautiful prick you have, little whore," Thom says. 

He leans down and runs his tongue around the head of my cock with aching slowness, then wraps those soft, soft lips around me and sucks. An almost-there scrape of something sharp makes me cry out, makes me lift my hips and beg for more. He slides his mouth further down, all the way over the metal ring, pulling on the string in my arse at the same time. Slow, steady pressure as a two-inch-wide bead opens my hole, then the sharp, quick snap of it popping free. Feels so fucking good. I'm arched and writhing on the table, burning all over. 

Thom pulls back and licks his lips. He stares at my arse as he tugs another bead out. "God, that's sweet." He shoves the protruding beads abruptly back up inside me, then picks up the tiny weights and clips them to the ring at the end of the bead string.  

The pressure is immediate, pushing on my hole from the inside. When he sets the weights swinging ever so slightly, shifting the beads inside me, I moan and twist on the table, trying to keep that delicious movement going. 

"Fucking hell, you're beautiful," Thom says, running his hands up the insides of my thighs. He gives me a wide, wicked grin. "You're just like an angel," he sings, blue eyes sparkling, "your arse makes me hard."

Not exactly the lyrics I've come to know and love. I start giggling. Can't help it. Never had a top before who cracked jokes. I like it.

Thom grins. "Oh, do I amuse you, sweet little whorelet?"

"Yes, Sir." I risk a smile, and he laughs.

"I'll have to try harder, then." He clears his throat and straightens himself up. "Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Preparing my birthday cake." He gives me a stern look. "That tasty dick of yours distracted me. You'll have to be punished for that."

Oh, fucking fuck. Every bit of me except my vocal cords begs to be punished immediately. He knows it, too, I can tell. 

But Master Thom has other plans. 

By the time I recover from my punishment fantasies, he's already clipped the thin little chains to the metal cock ring and attached the other ends to tiny rings in the cuffs around my knees. I raise my head and stare, fascinated by the sight of my cock held almost perfectly upright by the ring and chains.

"Are you ready to be my birthday cake, whore?" he asks. His eyes are hard and shiny with lust and the need to dominate.

"Yes, Sir." I let my head fall back onto the table, and brace myself for what's to come. I'm going to have to use all of my control to keep from coming too soon.

He gently kisses the tip of my cock, picks up the little blue birthday cake candle, and pushes it slowly into my slit. God. God, it's tight. But the way is eased by the pre-come leaking out of me like a faucet. The sensation rides the knife edge between pleasure and pain. He doesn't stop until the candle's half buried inside my cock. Then he thumbs the lighter on and holds the flame to the wick.

He stares at my face, his eyes gleaming in the orange flicker. "Sing 'Happy Birthday' for me, whore."

I take a few deep breaths, wet my dry lips. "H-happy birthday to you," I sing, a little breathlessly, "happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear.. Sir. Happy b..." 

The first drop of hot wax hits the sensitive skin at the edge of my slit, and I scream. The searing, blistering pain carries me away into blissful hell and my mind goes blank.

*****

When I become aware of anything except the delicious pain, Thom is leaning over between my legs, smiling, the candle flame nearly touching his stomach. He's good. Most tops would've thought it was too much for me, and they would've stopped. Not him. He can read me like a book, even though we've never met before tonight. He knows exactly how much I love the pain.

And no one could possibly understand that unless they've experienced that particular pleasure.

So he's a bottom too. Sometimes.

Interesting.

"What a naughty boy you are," he says, straightening up again. He pulls hard on the weights dangling from my body. One of the beads pops out, and I gasp. "A naughty, disobedient little whore, oh yes you are." He tugs again, pulling another bead free. The movement splatters my balls with hot wax. My legs shake with the effort of not coming. "D'you know why?"

"Yes, Sir." My voice is hoarse, breathless.

"Tell me."

"Because I... I didn't finish your... your birthday song. Sir."

"Too right. Now, you've already got a punishment coming, sooo... let's see." He scrunches his face up in thought, and I have a moment to think how perfectly adorable he looks before he tells me his punishment plan. "I was going to just use the small whip on you. But I think you've earned the paddle. Yes, that's good."

Good. Fucking worlds better than good. Just the thought makes my whole body throb with want.

He reaches up and snaps a little silver clamp onto my left nipple. My head buzzes with the fierce shooting pleasure. I hear myself moaning, feel the blisters rising on my cock and balls as my hips move of their own accord, sending wax flowing like lava. Cold metal clamps around my other nipple, my back arches and my eyes roll back. 

I'm trembling from head to foot, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that wants to roll me under. Never have I been tested this severely. But coming before your Master just isn't done. So I hold on, and after a few frantic seconds I have myself under control again.

Thom ducks under my leg, comes to stand at the head of the table. He bends over me, tenderly stroking my flushed and sweaty cheek.

"You have amazing control, little whore. That will have to be rewarded. Later." He lays a soft kiss to my forehead. "But first, my cock needs your attention."

Oh god. God, finally. I lick my lips, mouth already watering in anticipation. I don't dare say anything, but I want so badly to suck him. Please, please, god please.

"Think I'll turn you over," he says. "My birthday candle's gone out, thanks to all the wax sloshing around. I'll add an extra lick or two to your punishment for that."

I bite back the big grin that wants to spread over my face.

He goes swiftly through the business of adjusting the chains to turn me over. My hips ache briefly when he lets my legs down. That didn't used to happen ten, fifteen years ago. Oh well.

It's only a few seconds before all the chains are loosened enough for me to move. My wrists are still cuffed together and attached to the wall chain, though there's enough slack now for me to turn however he wants me. I lie still, waiting for his instructions.

"On your knees and elbows, on the table," he orders

I get into position quickly. He nods his approval. "Very nice," he says. "Yes, very nice indeed. Erm, spread your legs a bit."

I scoot my knees apart, clumsily because of the cuffs and chains still attached to my legs. The metal ring around my cock remains chained on either side to my knees cuffs, producing a most interesting sensation whenever I move my legs. 

He slips a hand between my parted thighs and runs his fingertips over the two rings still circling my dick, on upward, right up to the tip. He twists the candle still inserted in my cock. The feeling is quite indescribable. I suppose most people would call it pain: burning, spiky pain that shoots right to your core. But I like it. 

Oddly enough, this is the first time I've ever truly thought of myself as a masochist. But really, there isn't anything else to call this, is there? 

Thom's hands are moving again, pushing my thighs further apart until my knees are precariously close to the table's edges. He runs his tongue over my balls, up my crack, flicking over my hole and pushing inside. He takes the bead string between his teeth and pulls another one free. I moan loudly, arching my arse higher into the air.

"Fuck, you distracted me again," he growls. "Damn that pretty little arse, anyway. That'll be two more licks." He reaches up to twist the candle again, then tugs it out and tosses it on the floor.

I look up at him through a drugging haze of pain as he comes around to stand in front of me. "Can't wait to shove my cock up your arse and fuck you sideways. In a bit. First, you need to suck me off."

My eyes lock onto his crotch as he slides his zipper down and takes out his rigid prick. God, it's perfect, thick and hard and dripping in his hand. He rubs the tip over my lips, letting me taste him. So fucking good. I open wide and he shoves himself right down my throat.

Thom's bigger than I'd have thought. He's utterly merciless too, fucking my mouth hard and fast, fists clenched in my hair. 

Mullet from hell, indeed. Bastard. 

Lucky for me, I can swallow a whole lot of cock, thanks to Stef's love of being deep-throated. Steffy's parts are definitely in proportion to his height.

I work my tongue around the head of his prick whenever he pulls back enough, clench my throat around him when he plunges deep. It isn't long before I feel his cock swell in my mouth. He growls, thrusts in to the root, and shoots semen down my throat. It's not easy to swallow when I can't even draw a breath, but I manage. A little slips out to run down my chin. I know I'll get at least one more blow of the paddle for that.




The Gift



I can't fucking wait.

He pulls out of my mouth with a deep, contented sigh, and pats my head. "Excellent job, whore. Truly." 

He stretches, not bothering to zip up, and I can't resist another taste. He laughs when my tongue laps at the tip of his softening cock, scooping a late drop of cum.

"Want more, do you?" He lifts my chin to look into my eyes. "What a cum-whore you are. Say, 'I'm a cum-eating slut.'"

I lick his semen off my lips before answering. "I'm a cum-eating slut. Sir."

He gives me a brilliant smile. "God, you're magnificent. Truly." He strokes my hair, my neck, rubs a thumb across my lips. "D'you know what? Just thinking of what I'm going to do to you now is turning me on again. And what am I going to do now, whore?"

"Paddle me, Sir."

"And why am I paddling you?"

Because I bloody want it. "Because I've been very bad, Sir."

His expression is unreadable. For a bright second, I wish we didn't have to play this game. I wish I could just ask for what I need so badly, without all the Master/slave pretense. But we're both more comfortable with the charade. Makes it so much easier to justify the need for pain, or the need to inflict it, if it's only a game. So we both play along, and we both get what we need in the end.

It's good enough.

He smiles, stands, turns toward the various instruments of punishment hanging on the wall right in front of me. He looks them over, and finally lifts down a sturdy wooden paddle dotted with little round holes. He touches the paddle lightly to my cheek.

"This is going to leave some lovely marks," he says, trailing it down my spine as he walks behind me. He taps it lightly against my exposed balls, making me shake. "Ask me to spank you, whore."

Oh. Oh yes. "Please. Please spank me, Sir." I almost turn to look at him. Decide against it. "Hard, please. Sir."

"Now how can I refuse, when you ask so nicely?"

I just have time to grab hold of the table's edge to brace myself before the first blow lands. The force of it rocks my body forward and sets my skin blazing. Another, and another, and another, slow and measured, just far enough apart to let the sting begin to ease before he hits me again.

I'm not sure how long he keeps at it. I'm utterly lost in an engulfing pleasure, bruising my fingers on the sharp table edge and voicing my excitement with incoherent little noises. By the time he stops, my arse and thighs are on fire and my control hangs by a thread. I watch him as he walks around to hang the paddle back up on the wall.

The wood is speckled with my blood. He holds it close to his face for a moment, breathing deep, blue eyes hazed with something I can't define. Then he places it carefully back on its hook and sinks to his knees in front of me. His face is gentle.

"Would you like me to kiss you, pretty little whore?" 

Oh.

Oh.

"Yes, Sir." 

My voice is a rough whisper, thick with my need. He closes the gap between us and takes my mouth, hard and rough. This time, his tongue shoves my lips open, and I can't control myself. I tilt my head and kiss him back just as hard. I can feel the sharp little fangs against my tongue. I explore them carefully, feeling their hard length, the wicked points. 

He notices. He pulls back and stares at me with eyes that can surely see straight into my mind.

"Who told you?"

I want to lie, to say I don't know what he's talking about. But he knows that I know. And somehow, I know he'll sense it if I lie to him. I swallow a couple of times and make myself speak.

"Beck, Sir. He's topped me several times over the last few months, and he told me you were a member here. And... other things. But, but it was nothing I hadn't heard before, here at the club, he just told me it was true. Sir."

For a moment, his face is a blank, and I have no idea what to expect. For the first time, I'm really, truly afraid for my safety. Then he laughs softly, and the knot of fear inside me untwists.

"Bloody hell," he laughs. "That little bastard." He raises an eyebrow at me. "But doesn't this bring up an interesting thought?"

I want to ask him what he means, but I'm not sure I'm allowed to speak, since his question wasn't actually directed at me, and I'm not allowed to ask questions in any case. So I sit there, on all fours on a cold metal table, and watch as he rises fluidly to his feet and starts pacing the floor in front of me. His cock, still hanging out of his fly and halfway to hard again, distracts me terribly.

"Apparently," he says, "you've heard that I... like to bite, shall we say. And Beck confirmed that, gossipy little girl that he is. And just now, when we were kissing, you went straight for the fangs. And last, but certainly not least, you're so fucking beautiful it should be illegal, and getting damn close to old enough to start losing those stunning looks. Looking for some way to keep that pretty face, most likely." 

He stops again, crosses his arms, and tilts his head at me. "So, what am I to make of all this, hm? Shall I tell you what I think?"

Yes. No. I don't know. "Yes, Sir."

He leans both palms on the table beside me and peers down into my eyes. "I think," he says, very quietly, "that you want more than a rough fuck and a bit of cock and ball torture. I think you're looking for a bite. A very special sort of bite. Am I right?"

The moment of truth. I'm slow to answer, but he doesn't prod me this time. He wants me to be sure. Hell, so do I.

"Yes, Sir," I answer finally. "Please, Sir, may I ask a question?"

He raises his eyebrows. "Yes, you may."

"Will I... will I really live forever? Sir."

He stares down at me, utterly serious all of a sudden. "Yes, you will. But it's not without a price, Brian. You can't go out in the daytime, and you can't live without blood. It doesn't have to be every night, not after the first year or two, but you probably won't ever be able to go more than a few days, a few weeks at the very most. I've heard of some lasting for years, but those are only the very old ones, over a thousand years. Jonny and I still hunt at least four or five nights a week."

Jonny. I'd heard rumors that they were a couple. It doesn't surprise me any. What does surprise me is that Jonny's evidently a vampire too. I stare up, straight into his eyes. So many things I want to say to him right now. But I can't make myself step out of my role as slave, not even for something like this. He grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eye.

"Do you want this?" His voice is calm and dead serious, and I know that this time, it's not a game.

I meet his gaze without flinching. "Yes, I do. Bring me over." I give him a brilliant smile "Sir."

His fingers play over my face. "I shouldn't," he says. 

"Please, Sir." God, please. Please don't pussy out on me now, you fucking bastard. I need this.

He bends, kisses me so gently. I take a chance, push my tongue into his mouth, over the tip of one fang. A thin, sharp pain as it slices me, then a brief rush of pleasure that leaves me burning for more. I try it again and he pulls away. 

His eyes are dark with a mix of anger and need. He licks my blood off his lips. His pupils dilate and his cock rises to full erection.

"All right," he says. He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head up at a painful angle. The chains dangling from the ceiling swing crazily above his head. "But first, your arse is mine. I'm going to fuck you into next week, whore."

"Yes, Sir."

He walks around to the back of the table again, trailing his fingers down my back as he goes. "Bet you're dying to have my cock up your arse, aren't you?"

I lick my lips, tasting blood. "Yes, Sir."

Hands on my hips, pulling my legs down until my feet rest on the floor. "Tell me how bad you want it, whore."

"I want your cock in me so bad, Sir. I'll do anything for you to shove your prick up my arse. Sir."

Clanking sounds and a tugging on my dick as he unclips the chains from the metal cock ring. They fall down to dangle against my legs for a moment before he kicks my ankles apart. My chest hits the metal table, making the nipple clamps dig into my flesh. My bound wrists pull against their chain.

"I think," he says as he smears my hole with lube, "I'll leave these beads in. I bet it'll feel fucking amazing to stick my cock in your bum when it's already full of metal balls."

Oh, fuck yeah. I don't even try to hold back my cries when he pries me open with his thumbs and shoves in.

I truly thought I'd done everything at least once. But this is the first time anyone's ever fucked me with my anal beads still in place. I shall have to remember this. It feels amazing, the way his thrusts make the metal balls shift inside me. I imagine what it must feel like to him, and make a mental note to try it on Stef very soon.

He's had the edge off already when I sucked him. Now he's taking his sweet time. He penetrates me deep, but slow. God, agonizingly slow. I have time to feel every single millimeter of his prick against my hole and my insides. He holds my hips in a bruising grip. As if I could get away from him.

As if I'd want to even if I could.

I never want it to end. I want to stop time right here, make eternity an endless loop of his hardness stretching and filling me, the hot pain in my nipples, the fierce pressure in my cock and balls. The blissful agony of belonging to him.

Of course it all has to end some time. I have no idea how long he fucks me before he comes. It could be a minute, or an hour, or a day. An eon, maybe. I don't know. Time means nothing when you have the privilege of being Thom Yorke's fuck toy. When he digs his fingers into my hips and comes inside me with one, two, three brutal thrusts, I want to cry.

"Christ, that was good." He pulls out and slaps my bruised bum hard, then starts tugging the beads out of me one by one. "You should see this, whore. Your arsehole's wide open and leaking cum down your legs. God, you should see how it looks oozing out around these beads. Fucking gorgeous."

I can feel the semen trickling down my thighs. The mental picture he paints has me humping against the table, desperate to come.

"D'you want to come now, whore?"

No shit, Sherlock, what was your first clue? "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."

I'm surprised when he undoes all the chains and tugs on my shoulders until I stand up. He turns me around, reaches down and unscrews the metal cock ring and pulls it off. His fingers tracing up my shaft make my knees shake. When he unfastens the leather strap from my cock and balls, I almost come right then. I bite my lip and hang on. He takes off the nipple clamps. Pain thumps through my nipples as the blood rushes back in, making me shudder with pleasure.

"Please, Sir, please." My voice is a hoarse whisper.

He lifts my chin so that I'm staring into his eyes. "We're not playing anymore, Brian," he says softly. "You're not a whore, and I'm not a Sir. We're Brian and Thom, and this is no game."

"Yes, S... I mean, Thom. I know."

"Are you sure about this, Brian? You sure this is what you want?"

I give that a moment's thought. And realize that it's all I've really wanted since I first heard the rumors about Thom being a vampire. Even then, when everyone thought it was just a lifestyle affectation, I wanted it. Now I know it's real, and I want it more than ever. Want to live forever, to experience all the joy and pain and wonder life has to offer. 

I want the whole fucking universe, and now I can have it.

"I'm sure," I tell him. "Give it to me."

He cradles my face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across my lips. "You have such a lovely mouth, Brian," he whispers. "Kiss me."

Now who could say no to that? I wind my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. He opens for me, our tongues slide together. The fangs are an unfamiliar and exciting sharpness. He lifts me up to sit on the metal table, his mouth never leaving mine. The table's hard and icy cold against my raw bum, but I barely notice. I hook both legs around his waist and pull him close. 

I can feel his heat through the clothes he's never take off. His cock, still hanging out of his trousers, starts hardening yet again as we kiss. I roll my hips, pushing my dick against his. God, it feels good.

His hands stroke down my back, caress my hips, my thighs. Shit, I can't stand it, I need him so fucking bad. I ball my fists in his shirt and rip it open. He snakes his arms free of the sleeves and lets it fall to the ground, then wriggles his trousers down to his ankles and steps out of them. And oh god, skin, at last. Bare skin, warm and pale and soft as a dream. I press as close as I can get, his body clutched between my thighs, my hands exploring his skin as my tongue explores his mouth. I can't get close enough. I need him inside me, I need him to take me and fill me and make me more than what I am.

"Do me again," I beg him between kisses. "Fuck me again."

He chuckles against my mouth. "Insatiable little minx." 

I run my hands down his back, letting my palms map the curve of spine and arse. "Want you to bite me while you're inside," I tell him. "Please."

He pulls back a little. He doesn't say a word, just lifts me up and impales me on his cock. He slips in easily, lubed by the semen trickling from my still-open hole. He holds me as if I weigh nothing, his hands under my bum, spreading me while he pounds into me. I wonder if I'll become that strong after he turns me. 

I hope so. 

He nuzzles my neck, takes a deep breath. A needy little moan escapes him, his thrusts grow harder, his breathing grows ragged. For a moment I think it's just my extreme sexiness. Then I realize what's ramped his excitement up so.

It's the blood.

He smells my blood, and it excites him. 

I smile to myself, tighten my legs around him. This is going to be even better than I thought.

"Now," I hear myself gasping. "Now, bite me, fucking bite me, right now!"

"Yes. Fuck. Need you."

I arch my neck for him, baring my throat, and he strikes. A split second of bright pain, then his lips latch on to my skin, his tongue works against me, and I feel my blood spilling into his mouth. A hot, fierce ecstasy roars over me, washes through me, lifts me and carries me away on a molten tide. It's like a distilled essence of orgasmic bliss, concentrated and injected directly into my heart. I can hear his pulse in my skull, beating in tandem with my own. I feel my spunk spill slick and warm between our bodies, even as his release coats my insides. 

The tide rolls me under, and I feel awareness fading. I don't fight it. Don't want to fight it. My vision dims, narrows, and blinks out.

***** 

I'm lying on something soft. It's dark. I don't like the dark. Not when I'm alone. 

But this is different. This darkness is warm and cozy, comforting rather than frightening.

It takes me a few minutes to realize that the reason it's dark is because my eyes are closed.

I wonder where I am. And, by the way, who I'm with. Because I'm certainly with someone, and it's not Steffy. This person is not much bigger than me. My head nestles in the curve of his neck, and his arms are snug and secure around me. I can hear the steady lub-dub of his heart beating.

I should probably open my eyes. 

Not yet. I want to remember first.

It's coming back to me now. The invitation for Thom to top me, the hope that he would make me what he is as well.

The reality of it far surpasses the fantasy, even with my fertile imagination.

The first bite was the best, and the worst. I'd never dreamed it would be like that. Like a million orgasms all happening at once. When I woke from my faint, though, I felt terrible. Cold and sick and weak as a new kitten. I worried that maybe he'd taken too much blood. But he said he didn't take much at all, and that this reaction was normal. That it would pass.

He was right, it did pass. He took me to a secret place in the heart of the city. A safe house, he called it, a place he keeps for when he comes to play at the club. I asked him if Jonny minded missing his birthday. He gave me a wide, wicked grin and said they'd already celebrated. And besides, what do birthdays mean when you have all the vastness of time together? I thought of Stef then, and it made me ache. I'd hold him for all eternity, if only he'd let me.

I slept the rest of the night and the entire next day. My sleep was restless, but every time I woke, I felt a little better. The next night, he gave me the second bite while taking me from behind. The orgasm wasn't quite as intense, but in a way it was better. Less like being shredded by pleasure, and more like being stroked and sucked and fucked by a thousand partners at once. 

Last night, he gave me the final bite. I made him tie me up again. He laughed at me, but he did it. And he didn't seem to think it odd at all that I wanted the final bite on my dick.

Something tells me mine is not the first cock he's sucked blood from.

I could sense the dawn coming. It was like a great beast lumbering toward me, powerful and menacing. I could almost feel the earth shake with its approach. It frightened me horribly. Thom took me to a room with blackened windows and a large, billowy, downy soft bed. The dim amber light from the bedside lamp soothed me almost as much as his naked body holding me close, his sweet voice singing softly to me.

Sleep came suddenly that time. One second I was drifting in boneless content, then dead sleep fell like a metal curtain. Different, that. Thom warned me it would be that way. He says I'll get used to it.

Thom stirs against me, shaking me out of my thoughts. I open my eyes at last, and look up into his. He smiles at me.

"Welcome to your new life, Mr. Molko," he says.

*****

It's late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. Four a.m. I know Stef'll be home, but I doubt he'll still be awake.

And I'm not at all sure he'll be happy to see me.

"You sure?" Thom asks for at least the thirtieth time. "You're welcome to stay with me, you know."

"Thanks, really, but I'm sure he'll be home. And he's likely beside himself with worry by now." Which is true. Damn, I should've called him.

"You should've called him," Thom says. I think he must be psychic. If it's a vampire side effect, I haven't got it yet.

"I know, I just forgot. I'm always forgetting, Stef's used to that."

Thom still looks worried. What the fuck is it about me that makes otherwise perfectly sane people fuss like mother hens? Stef's always telling me it's because I'm so much smaller than him, it makes him feel protective. I don't know what Thom's excuse is.

"Sorry to be a pest, but you're new at this. And I turned you." He bites his lip. It makes him look very young and uncertain for a moment. "I feel responsible."

I reach across the car and pull him to me. We kiss, and it's so sweet. I pull back and smile at him, stroking his cheek.

"Don't worry about me, Thom. I'll be okay. Steffy will help me."

He reaches into his pocket and hands me a slip of paper. "Call this number tomorrow. It's a club that caters to vampires and volunteer donors. You'll need the password I've written down there; it's extremely undergound, invitation only. Jonny and I found it a few months ago. It's a godsend when you need blood."

I take it and stick it in my jeans pocket. I'm grateful that he's already taken me hunting tonight; I feel alive, full of energy. I feel like I could see each individual molecule of air if I tried.

"Thank you, Thommy. Love you." I pull him close again, hugging him tight.

His fingers brush my cheek, rake through my hair. "Love you too, Bri. Good luck, and for god's sake call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Promise." 

We kiss once more, then I get out of the car. He waves to me as he drives away, and I'm standing alone on Stef's doorstep.




The Gift



He answers after the second ring of the bell. God, he looks tired. Dark circles under his eyes, skin pasty. For a second he just gapes at me. Then he picks me right up off the ground, hugging me so hard my ribs crack.

"Bri, oh fuck, I've been so worried about you! Where the fuck have you been, you little bastard?" He puts me back down and leads me inside by both hands.

"I was at The Ties That Bind," I tell him. "With Thom Yorke."

He closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them again, the pain there surprises me. I grab his hands in mine.

"Steffy, you don't mind, do you? I mean, we've never been exclusive." Not that I didn't want to be, sometimes. He's always been exclusive in my heart.

"That's not it, Bri." He leans forward. His dark eyes are so serious. "I don't mind you having sex with other people. I don't even mind your kinky streak, even though I don't understand it. What kills me is, you left without telling me, and you were gone for, what, three days, and I had no idea where you were, or what might have happened to you."

"Stef..." I don't know what to say, because he's right. God, I'm a horrible person. "I'm sorry, Stef, really I am. I should've told you."

He turns hurt-filled eyes to me. "Don't you trust me, Bri? I have no secrets from you. None. Why can't you let me in like that? I want to know everything you feel, and think, and believe." He pulls me close against him. "I love you, Bri."

It's the first time he's said that to me. I think I've never been happier. "I love you too, Steffy." I sit up on my knees so we can be eye to eye. "Stef, there's something I have to tell you."

So I tell him.

Stef's such a dear. He's shocked, surprised, but he doesn't push me away. He accepts me, just like he's always done. All of me.

And you know what?

His blood is so, so sweet.



The Gift



It had rained earlier in the morning, a hard, wind-driven downpour and Nicholas was forced to sidestep ankle-deep pools of mucoid water that had collected at the street corners. Now the rain was letting up; the clouds began to skid off towards New England and beyond. Weak shafts of sunlight squeezed down between the buildings of midtown Manhattan. It was still drizzling enough to justify the Burberry Nicholas wore with its myriad of belts, buckles and other devices. These items had served the wearer well in the trenches, suitable to hang grenades on, for example, but for Nicholas they were useless trappings that came with the coat and nothing more. ("But, sir, classic never goes out of style," the salesman had assured him.)

"Just like this city," Nicholas thought, "to have storm drains that don't work. Millions for a baseball stadium, nothing for sewage and sanitation." He tried not to think about the unseen offal that clogged the labyrinth of pipes below his feet. He made a disastrous misstep around an excavation (Would they never stop digging?) and felt a surge of greasy water pour into his shoe. By the end of the day the now supple Bally at three hundred and ninety eight dollars would feel like cardboard.

Nicholas reached his office building and entered through the first set of revolving doors. His umbrella, which had carefully closed after reaching the lobby overhand, caught in the sweeping doors and was dragged around behind him, the tip emerging slightly bent. 

The long black rubber rain mats were out.

"Good morning, Mr. Hunter. A nice day, isn't it? 

The lobby security guard, a short, stoop-shouldered gnome of uncertain nationality, greeted everyone with the same evaluation every day. Rain or shine, paralyzing blizzard or stifling heat wave, holdup in the lobby bank that left five dead, mass transit strike or terrorist attack, to the guard it was always a nice day.

Nicholas grunted assent and stepped into a waiting car. He was greeted by Marjorie Cohen who was moving her shoulders in the rhythm of whatever was playing on her pink iPod. Marjorie was five feet two inches tall in her bare feet (a measurement Nicholas was determined to one day confirm) with shoulder-length auburn hair, large and soft round eyes and, he suspected and hoped, breasts to match. The fact that she said "wit" instead of "with" did not bother him in the least as long as someday he heard her say "All right, your place then."

Nicholas smiled. "Good morning, Marjorie. Twenty?"

She plucked the buds from her ears. "What? Oh. I have a meeting wit Norm Castle. I'll go to nineteen wit you."

He adroitly aimed the tip of his umbrella at nineteen.

The bend it acquired in the revolving doors caused the tip to hit eighteen. Not that it mattered. The floor indicators were the kind sensitive only to heat. Marjorie Cohen touched nineteen with a fingertip shrouded under a nail well-manicured in the French style. The doors slid shut with a thin pneumatic whistle. The fragrance of J.Lo perfume competed with the smell of wet clothing. Nicholas rocked gently on his feet, making a squishing sound. 

Thirty seconds later the doors opened onto the leather and bronze reception room of Owens & Marshall Advertising.

The receptionist, a thoroughly vapid girl who constantly wore gloves because she was auditioning to be a hand model, looked up from The New York Times crossword puzzle. The puzzles became more difficult as the week progressed and this being Monday she had it half completed. "Nicholas, this is, ah..." She consulted a pink piece of paper. "ah...Mr. Ehlis. He's been waiting."

Nicholas turn his attention from Marjorie's rear end to the tall, angular man rising from the reception room couch. His three-piece was a gray chalk stripe slightly tucked at the waist. It covered a white shirt with long, pointed collars. The shoes were tasseled, highly and immaculately polished. Mr. Ehlis obviously has not been compelled to face the rigors of flooded street corners. The necktie was black except for the red woven design, an intricate pattern of what appeared to be dozens of the number six. 

"Mr. Hunter. Mr. Nicholas Hunter." It wasn't a question.

"Yes, Mr. Ehlis? I wasn't expecting anyone." he shot a disapproving glance at the receptionist who stared back balefully.

"I realize that. Actually, it is rather forward of me to call on you without an appointment, I admit. But if you will give me just ten minutes of your time, I believe you will forgive me."

"Uh, Mr. Ehlis, if you're selling something, I don't purchase anything. Creative is on the seventeenth floor. Production on twenty. Are you a rep?" Nicholas regretted the question immediately. It gave Ehlis the opening he needed.

Ehlis smiled. "No, I am not a salesman and yes, you might say I am a "rep" as you put it. Is there somewhere we can talk? Your office?"

"Mr. Ehlis, I...."

Ehlis leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"That was Marjorie Cohen, was it not? Would it be fair to say you have had certain, ah, thoughts about her? I believe I can help you in this delicate matter. Give me ten minutes. No more." The voice was smooth, positive, assured. Like a salesman. "I'll begin at the beginning and go to the end. Then stop. Ten minutes."

Nicholas Hunter was 33 years old, five feet ten inches tall and weighed in at about 165 pounds. He favored suits of the English cut with double-vented jackets, blue shirts and tasseled shoes whether they were "out" or "in." He had absolutely no use for new spade-like flat shoes that resembled a platypus. Twice each week he visited the health club where he swam ten laps in the pool, spent forty-five minutes in the equipment room and twenty in the sauna. The minutes passed among the machinery were also spent girl and women-watching. He received three hours of instruction each week in Okanawa-style karate (strictly for self defense, the sensei cautioned.)

As an account executive for the nation's fifth largest advertising agency, Nicholas was competent, energetic and innovative. His marketing recommendations were based on thorough and intensive study of the client's position, objectives, current and projected market conditions. In fact, he had become somewhat of an expert in the marketing of white goods - gin and vodka and that sort of thing. His client, a major distiller, liked him and respected his judgment and the way he coordinated their objectives with the agency creative staff. His briefs to this irreverent group clearly defined the advertising strategy without strangling creative efforts. His salary allowed him to pay his Upper West Side rent, dine out four times a week, add a frequent purchase to his collection of old illustrated manuscripts, retreat to Stowe for a week in winter and the Grand Bahamas in summer for a week of bonefishing.

Here his successes came to a grinding, screeching halt, particularly with women. Lasting relations with the opposite sex were zero. No one regretted this more than Nicholas and no one tried more intensely to figure out why. He had cultivated a measured degree of charm, his wit ranged from the sophisticated to the boisterous. 

He was not handsome, certainly, but neither was he unattractive. You could expect to see him in a catalog modeling leather windbreakers or holding power tools. As an adolescent he had suffered acne but two summers aboard a fishing boat out of Chesapeake Bay had leavened his complexion. His teeth were not perfect, yet he was not afraid to smile broadly. He flossed regularly. 

There were occasional encounters, of course. After the office year-end party with one of the girls from Media who thought the spilled drink opening gambit was "cute." There was the slightly older and thoroughly delightful woman he had met across town in an East Side book gallery. Nicholas had turned quickly and his elbow knocked into the portfolio she was carrying. The faded red ribbon parted and a dozen old prints had gone slithering across the floor. But that was about the end of it. Nothing steady. No repeat engagements. She departed or he departed. And if by chance they ever met again it was "How are you?" and "Keeping busy?" Nothing held over for another week. 

Once, when Nicholas and his date were waiting on the subway platform having to forgo the usual cab ride because of the protest over police failure to run a killer of cabdrivers to ground, a man stepped suddenly from behind a gum-encrusted pillar and gave them both a start. Ever mindful of muggers, Nicholas tried to convert his surprise into a stance of Oriental defense, but managed to only step down hard on the open-toed shoe of his companion. The train arrived with a squeal that outdid the girl's by only two decibels. The doors opened and the girl limped aboard and while Nicholas feinted and adjusted, they closed just as fast. He was left alone on the platform facing an ancient and wizened messenger in an ill-fitting stained brown coat and black bag-like trousers. The creature gazed at Nicholas from empty, rheumy eyes, turned and shuffled away. The first pleasant, then romantic, and next sex-filled evening Nicholas had so meticulously planned vanished as swiftly as the red lights of the train. 

In his search for the why, he hit upon a theory. He was a bumbler, behaving now and then like a minimum man. He knew this and that it was endearing to some, amusing to many. 

But he also realized that women did not take him seriously. Yet for all the dropping of pocket change, spilled drinks, catching his coat on doorknobs, whacking his knees against desks, he knew he was good in bed. He was a considerate, attentive and skilled lover. An appreciative sensualist, he took delight in the scents of lovemaking, the thickening and swelling of tissues, the moistures, the involuntary flutter of abdominal muscles spreading out like ripples in a pond. The friction and the textures. But he rarely got the chance to prove it. The view of the city from Nicholas' office was unimpressive. In fact, it was nonexistent. The sheer mountainous bulk of a pinkish architectural miscarriage rose solidly for 50 stories only sixty feet away. Through its scores of windows could be seen as many office workers drinking coffee and eating bagels, manicuring nails, reading newspapers, watering plants, talking on cell phones. They may get to work on time but the first thirty minutes were theirs. Nicholas, not at all sure of what he was about to deal with, seated himself behind the standard-issue Owens & Marshall desk and began to fiddle with a brown pencil. The words Owens & Marshall Advertising in bronze lettering twisted back and forth. Ehlis chose one of the mauve-colored chairs facing the desk.


"Do you mind if I smoke?" Ehlis looked steadily through the gray lenses. 

"You know that's not allowed...."

"That is so,"said Ehlis, "but I doubt if anyone will see me."

A thin cigarillo showing a quarter inch of ash appeared in the corner of Ehlis's mouth. He had not withdrawn a pack from anywhere, used a match or worked a lighter. The cigarillo vanished. Nicholas stopped twisting the pencil. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I saw..."

"Would you care to see me do it again?"

"That's what I thought. I did see what I think I saw"

"I do this cigarette trick to save time," said Ehlis conversationally. "It helps close the credibility gap quickly. The cigarillo was now in his right hand, a thin wisp of oddly aromatic vapor curling toward the vents under the window.

Ehlis continued. "Mr. Hunter, you asked me if I was a 'rep.' Well, yes. I am the tri-state area field man representing the Old Gentleman."

"The who?" asked Nicholas, turning his head just a fraction and and squinting one eye.

"Ah, you remember them. No, no, no. I had nothing to do with them. Not my kind of entertainment at all. I said the Old Gentleman. Ah, Old Scratch."

"Old Scratch?"

"Belial. Azazel. Sammaci. Asmodeus. The Adversary." Ehlis paused. "Satan, Mr. Hunter. Satan."

Nicholas involuntarily push the point of the pencil down into the desktop. Motes of graphite rolled along the desk and tumbled over the edge. He suddenly had the look of a rodent searching for traps.

"Relax, Mr. Hunter. I am not here to collect your soul," Ehlis said amiably.

"You're not?" Nicholas wondered frantically if he had ever bargained that ambiguous commodity to anyone, even though he had thought about it at times.

He suddenly felt stupid. Then he stood up. "Mr. Ehlis, you've got a good act. I don't know how you managed the cigar business. You probably do it in a bistro act somewhere around town and whomever hired for for this performance has an odd sense of humor. I could probably name a few around here who would put me up for this and it might be amusing if I weren't so tight with the schedule today. So, if you'll excuse me...." He gestured towards the door.

"Quite all right. I often encounter this sort of resistance," said Ehlis and began to sink slowly through the mauve fuzz of the chair until only his head and shoulders were visible in the gray pin striping of his suit. His eyes glowed like little glass windows in a furnace door. 

It was at this moment that Nicholas chose to believe. He made a strangled cawing sound and sank back heavily into his chair.

"Excellent," said Ehlis. He began to rise back up through the chair. The eyes dimmed. "I knew you could be convinced. Cheap theatrics are useful, even necessary at times and I do deplore the tactic. I would rather people take me at face value."

"You're sure? You're sure you're not here for my soul or anything like that?" Nicholas's voice was much too high.

"Heaven sakes...ah, I beg your pardon, My Hunter. Hell, no. What with thousands of murders committed in the country every year and the guilty eventually dying, we have enough souls coming through our regional processing centers faster than we can log them in. Your city alone is a major supplier. Not to mention spouse beaters, drunk drivers, juicers, politicians, industrialists, assorted CEO's, plumbers, polluters, assassins and sometime their victims. And if you will forgive me, a few from your own profession. There is quite an adequate supply of condemned souls at the moment. We are not even a quarter full."

Ehlis reach for his briefcase and extracted a folder. "On the contrary, Mr. Hunter, I am here to give you something. A gift."

"The usual three wishes, I suppose."

"Extraordinary!" said Ehlis, obviously pleased. "Flippancy at a moment like this. Quite rare."

"Sorry," said Nicholas, retreating deeper into his chair. "But can I ask why? And why me?"

"I am running behind schedule so let me just say this. I do not have the time to engage in a lengthy discussion about who we are, what we do and why we do it. Suffice it to say that we have a new business plan that takes us out to the year 2500. Section Two, subparagraph C calls for us to step forward and improve our image. We did contract with a public relations firm that recommended a technique they called "event marketing." We were to sponsor tennis tournaments, auto racing, offer sweepstakes, distribute hats, seat cushions and water bottles. How would that sound? This event made possible by the Legions of Hell who share your interest in sports and competitions? We paid their fee, of course and are looking forward to welcoming their principals in person. Ah, sometime next month. A boating accident, I believe."

Ehlis leaned forward and pressed his fingertips together, as close as his long nails would permit. "Frankly, we are trying something new, per subparagraph D. The individual approach. Highly targeted marketing with a visible compensation. The Other Side has employed the technique with some success. You know, allowing individuals to see visions, bleeding statues, weeping paintings and the like. Just last week, I am told, a woman in Mexico saw the face of an apostle on a taco. We're taking the program a step farther. Perceptible gifts. The concept has been approved at the highest levels for testing in California and here in the tri-state area."

"All that doesn't explain me. I'm not particularly religious. There's you and them and I never thought much about either of you."

"Just so," replied Ehlis."Low brand awareness. We are not top of mind. Understandable. Much media is closed to us, although we do manage to place advertising albeit disguised in publications seen by the people we want to reach. As for you, we know you do not attend church, temple or mosque. No sacrarium of any kind. We also know that you have made entreaties, if I may use that word, for specific desires regarding the opposite sex despite the fact that you have professed a lack of interest in theologies of any kind." He withdrew a computer printout from the folder. "Now if I may I would like to detail exactly what we have to offer you."

Ten minutes later to the second Ehlis gathered up his papers, placed them carefully in his briefcase and snapped it shut. "It has been a pleasure, Mr. Hunter. Or may I call you Nicholas?"

"By all means," said Nicholas standing up. "Please do. May I show you the way out? The elevators are just down the corridor."

"Elevators?" said Ehlis. "I never use them." 

Nicholas got up and closed his office door. Largess from an unexpected if not odd source and a rather curious benefactor. No matter. He now possessed The Gift and with it came the knowledge that the other side of his bed would never be empty again.

"Go ahead, Try it. You can work it on yourself if you wish"

With the office door he decided to test the power of The Gift. He shook hands with himself tentatively, just a light clasp. Nothing happened. He squeezed his hands together more tightly. Still nothing. "I've been had," he thought, "and royally, too."

Then he remembered what Ehlis had stressed. 

"There's a bit of discipline required. Mental and physical discipline on your part. It won't work if you don't. And you must use your larynx. but not out loud of course. That would never do. Sort of a safety net, you know. Wouldn't want things to get into the wrong hands, so to speak."

He tried again. A good, firm, sincere grasp as he thought about how he would bring Marjorie to a back-arching "le petite mort" and formed the words in the back of his throat. Immediately there was a tingling in his groin, the first subtle rippling of orgasm and he began to get an erection. He considered that it might just be power of suggestion. He clasped his hands a bit tighter. That did it. The world disappeared for an instant. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. He flopped back in his chair and and blew out a deep breath, possibilities careening around in his mind. 

Marjorie at last! The lightest feather touch of his hand on hers and she would wonder what other kind of sensual magic this man could work. The spectacularly attractive new girl in Research whom he had not yet formally met but understood she was not attached to anyone, as if that now made a difference. Then there was the woman, slightly older than himself, who lived in the apartment next to his own, a model if there ever was one. They had not yet met either; how could he arrange an introduction?

There was a pounding on the door. He shook his head and snapped back to the present. The door handle rattled. "Nicky, boyo! Open up!" 

Nicholas stood. He straightened his tie and looked down at the front of his slacks, thankful he had chosen a dark pair this morning. Everything was ok there.

The door pounder was Grant Berry, one of the agency's creative directors. 

"You ok in here, Nicko? Sorry to bust in on you like this but Gotham awaits."

"What?"

"Gotham. Metropolis. We have a ten o'clock. We volunteered, remember?"

It came back to Nicholas slowly. Some time ago he had said he would be glad to contribute his thinking to one of the agency's pro bono accounts, creating advertising without pay for the benefit of the community. The chairman called it "Our good citizenship." The staff called it "our pain in the ass." The charities, wildlife federations, the not-for-profits they assisted from time to time all seemed to be peopled by demanding, indecisive and obnoxious bullies, bureaucrats who knew everything yet understood nothing. The agency's paying clients on the other hand understood the process instead of obstructing it. It was simple. With the meter running at $100 per hour per person and with a room full of account types, creatives (how they despised the word!) media and research people, you listened to professional advice, you evaluated, you weighed, you made up your mind and then you bought.




The Gift



Today it was the City of New York that awaited them in the large conference room. Again the staff would have to bite its collective tongue, hunker down and knuckle under. The city officials had been carted to the agency in a fleet of sleek black stretch limousines, any one of which consumed four parking spaces and could have housed ten of the city's homeless. 

The assignment the agency (read Chairman) had accepted: create a campaign that would make New Yorkers feel good about the city and the place in which they lived. Endless meetings, late night creative conferences, dozens of "Let's go for lunch and we'll talk about it" appointments had resulted in nothing. The big question remained: how do you talk about drugs, subway killings, falling air conditioners and plummeting chunks of rotten masonry and tram cars stalled hundreds of feet over the East River in a positive way?

Berry had a huge layout pad under his arm.

"Here's what we're going in with." He spread the pad open on the desk to reveal a gorgeous beauty shot of the Manhattan skyline at dusk. The bold headline splashed across the sky read "New York. It's Worth the Risk."

Nicholas buried has face in his hands. First the Bally. Now this. "Are you crazy?" he asked Berry. "Look what happened to Routson Associates with their slogan "New Jersey. Come Smell For Yourself." And they live there!"

"Yeah, yeah. OK, Nick baby. Let's go git 'em." Berry led the way to the conference room and opened the door. They were the last to arrive.

Down one side of the long conference table sat The City, conservatively dressed, squat, powerful, embedded in their seats. In front of each, an officially sanctioned Owens & Marshall pen, pad and coffee cup, spoon precisely aligned. Along the opposite side sat The Agency with an array of drinking apparatus that was astonishing, from paper and styrofoam cups to large bottles of spa water to one mug emblazoned "I Love Philadelphia." Their dress was tattered jeans, sweatshirts and the occasional business suit with either pants or slacks. The appalling t-shirt halfway down the table was from a restaurant in Miami specializing in giant crab legs and showed a pretty girl holding up two of them. Underneath her picture, in blazing red type was the legend "You want me to suck what?"

At the far end of the table sat The Chairman himself. Facing him at the other end, the Deputy Mayor of New York.

"Ladies and gentlemen," intoned the Chairman, "I believe we can now get started. Please meet Mr. Nicholas Hunter who is one of our Account Managers and Mr. Grant Berry from our Creative Department."

Nicholas was riveted to where he stood, smitten with love and lust in equal measure. There, seated next to the Deputy Mayor was the most attractive girl he had ever seen in his entire life. Blonde hair tumbled to her shoulders with just the right degree of indifference. Cornflower blue eyes gazed appraisingly through large, rimless eyeglasses. The standard issue business suit for women and white short-collared blouse did nothing to mask what was obviously a centerfold body. If peach and cream complexion was a cliché, so be it. Nicholas heard nothing, saw nothing save the vision before him.

"And this is Mr. Nnnnngggg..." One by one, the Chairman had been introducing The City. The names slid by Nicholas. "And this is Ms. Bradley of the Office of Public Relations." 

The vision extended her hand. Nicholas brought his up to meet hers and thought just a touch and a fleeting thought would be enough. His mind raced. Would that really be enough? He was about to panic. Ok, he said to himself. Let's do it. Here goes. 

He thought about the Big O, tongue moving slightly as he said it silently. 

There! He did it. He gripped the proffered black hand which somehow had gotten into his.

He looked down, then yanked his hand away. Too late.

A vacant look came into the eyes of the Deputy Mayor before they rolled up and back into his head. The Deputy Knees buckled and the Deputy Chin smacked the conference room table with an ugly thud on its was to the carpeting.

It took an hour to sort out the confusion and restore order.

The Deputy Mayor had finally been wheeled out by EMS which had been stuck in midtown traffic for fifteen minutes and then had burst into a conference room on the wrong floor. The Deputy Face was covered by an oxygen mask and a portable EKG unit struggled to record heart trauma where there was none. The black lady from the Welfare Division who was the Deputy Mayor's mistress for over a year was finally located in the ladies' room, sobbing in one of the stalls. The Chairman was huddled in the corner with his secretary arranging for flowers "in the tragic event of...."

Night crept in across the city, sneaking silently east to west through crosstown streets, releasing scores of scarred creatures from the bondage of daylight. Nicholas was above them all, actually 12 stories above in his Second Avenue apartment going over and over the last twelve hours in his mind.

He felt deeply confused. As The Last Person to Touch the Conscious Deputy Mayor, he had naturally been the object of some attention that varied depending on the other person's occupation (reporter, paramedic), politics (Democrat,Liberal, uncommitted). It had not helped any that he had tripped over the life-giving tubing and fallen into the oxygen tanks, thereby ripping the mask from the Deputy Mayor's face. He most most hurt when The Senior Art Director present accused him of masterminding a conspiracy; to avoid the presentation of the creative product. And what of Ms. Bradley, from Public Relations? She had simply vanished, gliding away swiftly through agency corridors on those magnificent legs.

Nicholas jumped up and went to his briefcase. It was there, among the others. Her business card. Bridgette Bradley, Research and Facilities. And in the lower left hand corner her phone number, fax number, e-mail address. His course was set. He would call her tomorrow. He had a legitimate reason. As the Senior Account Person on the project it was his job to liaise with the client, to confirm, to follow up, to plan, the keep the relationship from coming apart. He would set up an appointment. They would meet. He would shake her hand. She would be his.

A week went by. He made repeated phone calls to City Hall. "Sorry, sir. Ms. Baxter is not in." Click. "Baxter? She's up in Boston at some sort of convention." Click. "Who? Everyone's gone home for the day. Waddaya want from me?" Click.

Friday morning and the city sweltered. It was not yet noon and the temperature had gone over the 90 degree mark. It was not much better in Nicholas's office. The building was new, recently constructed with huge cost overruns. The state-of-the-art environmental system has not, as the engineers explained, been "maximally configured." Engineering-speak for not being able to figure out what was wrong. 

His phone gave a quick double ring. An outside call.

"Hunter speaking."

"Mr. Hunter, this is Bridgette Bradley."

His heart skipped a beat.

"...from the Mayor's office. Hello? Are you there?"

"Ah, ah, yes Ms. Bradley"

"I am sorry not to have returned your calls sooner," she continued, "but it's just been one thing after another this week. What can I do for you?"

Nicholas reached down deep and summoned up every ounce of sincerity that Genus Accountus was capable of.

"Ms. Bradley, please let me extend our deepest concern for Mr. Jackson. I know how disruptive this has been to our coordination efforts on the new York image campaign and we at the agency are most anxious to resume the project because we know we can make a definite contribution to your efforts and I am meeting with all the parties involved to determine next steps and then arrange to regroup and I thought you might have some additional input that I could incorporate into the agency for the next meeting and...."

Nicholas ran out of steam.

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Hunter, this delay has given me a change to think some more about what data we should have at hand. Can we meet? Perhaps Monday?"

"Certainly." Nicholas did not bother to look at his calendar.

"Wonderful. About eleven. At my office."

The weekend ground its way towards Monday in slow motion. Nicholas used the time to go over the possible scenarios. What if she didn't extend her hand? A moment of apprehension gripped him. Well, maybe she wore an unusual ring and he could say :My isn't that an unusual ring. May I see it? Or "That's an unusual color of nail polish." Or, "Are those warts? My grandmother has a very effective homemade salve." Nonsense. An angel like Bridgette Bradley would never have warts.

The weather continued hot. The elderly without air conditioning expired with their feet in tubs of hot water that were once cool. Illegally opened hydrants robbed neighborhoods of water pressure and several buildings burned to the ground. The number of capital crimes reached an all-time high. 

Nicholas endured.

Monday arrived. Despite a violent summer storm late Sunday, the heat wave remained unbroken.

"Good morning, Mr. Hunter. Nice day, isn't it?"

The lobby gnome was sweating bullets in his wool uniform and Nicholas give him a wide berth as he headed for the elevator. the ascent was rapid: no one else got into the car. The doors slid open and he stepped into the reception area.

There it was again, the same after shave he had noticed when he first met Ehlis, the scent of pine needles and cordite. He sniffed. Then, deeper.

"Ehlis!"

He glanced over the reception desk counter and looked at the Log-In,Log-Out sheet. There were no entries. That didn't mean much; a man with no need for skyscraper elevators surely had the means to avoid signing in or out. He had been here. He was certain of it. But why? Had he come back to reclaim The Gift? Did word of the fiasco with the Deputy Mayor reached Ehlis? Just how far, how deep, how long, to where did the tentacles of the City political machine reach?

The ride downtown in the cab without air conditioning was a horror. They encountered an entire area cordoned off while police set up hugh inflated bag just in case the man did push the woman from the roof as threatened. The meter ticked on. Already it was showing more fare than Nicholas had on him. 

The cabby, an American for a change, looked at him in the rearview mirror. "Sure you don't want to hang around and see if he gives her the big shove, pal?"

It was after eleven when they drew up in front of City Hall. Nicholas shoveled all the cash he had at the driver. "Here. Take this." He stripped off his Rolex and tossed it into the cabby's lap. Up the steps into the coolness of the lobby,

"Nicholas Hunter to see Ms. Bradley, please. Room 2112."

He was handed a clipboard and a badge.

"Sign this. Wear this. Through the detector."

Her door was open. Nicholas rapped softly on the door frame. There she was. At last. Facing the window, her back towards him. Midday sun streamed through her summer cotton dress, outlining her legs to where they joined everything else.

She turned. "Mr. Hunter, How nice to see you."

Dismay, shock and consternation washed over him. Here right arm was encased in a cast from elbow to first knuckles. On her left hand, one of those surgical burn gloves used to prevent infection.

"Please forgive me for not shaking hands," she said. Such a silly accident on Saturday. Fell off a stool in the kitchen and hit a pot of boiling water on the way down. It was so fortunate my husband and son were in the next room."

"Accident?," he said weakly. "Saturday? Boiling water? Husband? Son?"

Thirty minutes later he was back on the sidewalk wondering how he was going to get back uptown. The meeting had been a sham, full of hollow phrases, stupid agency rhetoric, glib nothings. He looked down. She had insisted he pour himself a cup of iced coffee and he was still holding the empty cup in his hand.

Clink, clink. Someone threw thirty cents into the cup. In fifteen minute he had the two dollar subway fare. The ride was stifling and long due to a dog caught on the tracks which the driver, under pressure from his superiors, eventually elected to ignore.


Nicholas dragged into the lobby.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hunter. Nice day, isn't it."

Nicholas considered gashing the gnome's face with his briefcase. He would have done it, too, had he not left the expensive Ghurka on the subway.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside. He touched 19. Marjorie Cohen squeezed in between the closing panels. He felt knocked down, beat up, dragged out but still gave her figure an appreciate once-over as the car began to climb. 

"What happened to you?" She looked him up and down.

"Client meeting. Nasty subway ride. Hotter than hell."

Marjorie gave him a suspicious glance. Then she brightened. "I'm just back from vacation. When are you taking some time off?"

He didn't get a chance to reply. A fizzing noise came from behind the car's control panel. The car shuddered to a halt. The indirect lighting went out, then came back on, dimly. They looked at each other, terror-stricken. Nicholas stabbed at the buttons, pushing and pulling every knob and switch he could find. Lights went off. Lights went on. Bells rang hollowly in the shaft. The car suddenly dropped a foot.

Marjorie squealed. "Oh, Nicholas! Will we be okay? What's happening. Hold my hand!"

"No!," Nicholas screamed inside his head. "It isn't supposed to happen like this."

He took hold of her hand. She squeezed it. Hard.

To Nicholas it seemed as though he had a box seat at the Creation. They had re-staged the Big Bang for him alone. Instant replay. He shot from galaxy to galaxy, caromed off the edge of the universe, flashed past one supernova after another, racked by sublime concussions that pounded at his groin, engulfing him from thighs to waist. He saw nothing, felt everything.

Maintenance finally pried the care doors apart with much grinding of tortured metal. Marjorie and Nicholas emerged, sweat-drenched and hand in hand. The staff, assembled in the reception are to witness the rescue, cheered, whistled and stomped, the parted let them through.

Nicholas glanced to his left. There was Ehlis seated on one of the couches. The gray-clad Purveyor of The Gift nodded almost imperceptibly at Marjorie. As they passed, Ehlis rose and spoke to Nicholas, not directly but more like a tiny smooth voice in his ear. "That's why I never use elevators."

They cameto Marjorie's office first. 

"See you at five o'clock?" he said, looking directly, unmistakably into her eyes.

"I'm wit you."

Epilogue

Nicholas Hunter returned to college and now is a respected and successful sex therapist. Marjorie Cohen Hunter still works for Owens & Marshall as a Management Supervisor. They often visit with Mr. and Mrs. Wilbur Bradley and their son. Grant Berry was dismissed after the dismal failure of the New York campaign, proving the old adage that "you're only as good as your last ad." The Deputy Mayor continues to phone Nicholas once a week, leaving pleading messages on his voice mail and answering machine. Nicholas has no intention of returning the calls.



The Gift



It was a big, simple brown box, at least big enough to hold a pair of boots or a home theatre system, held shut with one piece of packing tape. Rick hold her she was not to open it until the party tonight. 

Ellie thought back to when she was a kid. Her brothers taught her how to slit open tape on Christmas presents with a razor blade and repair the cut with another strip of tape.

One cut later, she opened the box to find a velvet sleep mask, a pair of handcuffs, several empty sex toy packets – dildos, vibrators, anal beads, lubes, and more – and a note.

I told you to wait.

"Put them on," Rick said from behind her, making her jump.

She didn't look back. She stripped down to her ankle socks, bra, and panties, put on the mask, and then handcuffed herself behind her back.

Rick took her by the arm and led her out of the bedroom.

"Just couldn't wait, could you?" He said.

She smiled, knowing he knew she wouldn't wait to open it. "No. I couldn't."

She felt the living room's hardwood floor under her feet. There was a knock at the door.

He bent her over the couch.

"Don't move," he said. She heard him walk to the door. She was glad he couldn't see her smiling.

She heard Rita and Margaret come in, and a third voice, Kurt, was close behind them. Rick led them into the living room. They talked about the traffic on the way over while Rick put on some house music. Margaret asked if she should open her bottle of wine. 

Ellie squeaked in surprise as someone rested a hand on her rump, but her ass may as well have been a kitchen counter. The gesture was nonchalant and almost unarousing. Almost.

More people came. First, she recognized Juan's voice, and later Tessa's, but she lost track after the fourth new voice. How many were there now? Seven? Ten? Were they looking at her while they talked about work, the "kick ass cheese," and the latest Christopher Nolan film? Were they making secret plans to carry her to one of the bedrooms, or would they take her right there?

Two people sat on either side of her on the couch. She thought they were two women, but wasn't sure. Someone put a straw in her mouth. She sipped. Martini. The straw was gone in seconds, replaced by an ice cube. She sucked it into her mouth and let it melt. A hand lifted her head by the chin. A woman kissed her. She tasted like a martini. The woman was only there for a moment, leaving Ellie ready and willing and bent over the couch.

Her legs were beginning to cramp when she felt the hands on her ass. They were a bit rough, and they rubbed her backside in appreciation. She thought she heard a man say, "That is a sweet ass," but she couldn't be sure over the cacophony of the party. The hands pulled her panties down to her thighs. She was bare-assed for all to see.

The rough hands massaged her ass as someone else drizzled cold lube over it. She gasped and almost snapped upright, but someone grabbed her by the hair and bent her over again. The silicone plug was rubbed over her hole, getting it slippery with lube. Her voice caught in her throat as the plug was pushed inside with extreme patience. She bucked a bit as it filled her up. She wanted to pinch her nipples, but the handcuffs held her at bay. She arched back, trying to offer to breasts to anyone, but a different hand, a woman's long fingernails on her scalp, bent her over again.

Her ass clenched on the plug as the base pressed against her rim. Her panties were pulled back up to her waist, holding the plug inside her. The hands were gone. The party continued.

She wanted to cry out, to beg to be fucked, but she wasn't sure if that was against the rules. She tickled her ass with her fingertips and wiggled a bit in hopes someone would her give her attention.

She laughed as someone grabbed her by the hair from behind and pulled her upright. Someone in front yanked her bra up over her B-cups. Soft hands caressed them. She squirmed and moaned, a shudder running from her throat to her knees. The hand in her hair pushed her head forward and between a woman's breasts.

She kissed, licked, and sucked at whatever she could reach. The woman's breasts were perky and perfect. Her mind raced to figure out to whom they belonged. Which of their friends was rubbing her nipple over her mouth?

The friend in front grabbed her exposed B-cups, but the friend's hands were full of ice cubes. She sprang away from the hands, but the person behind her shoved her forward. Her face fell back into the woman's perfect bosom. The ice cubes were cold fire on her tits. Goosebumps sprang out on her arms and legs. The cubes melted, and the woman in front smeared the cool water over her perfect tits so Ellie could slake her thirst. 

The woman backed away, cutting off Ellie's orgasm. Her mouth bobbed open for a few seconds, searching for anything else that anyone wanted to put in there.

She heard two scissor snips, and then her panties were gone. She came as soon as the cock slid into her. She screamed over the house music and pushed back onto him, whoever he was. He slapped into her again and again. Her thighs were soaked with her come. He pulled out, and she felt his come landing on her back. Another cock took his place. It was longer, but plunged into her without resistance. She bucked and moaned until a forceful hand pulled her head to another cock. She sucked and bobbed on this new one as it slid over her tongue. Someone was pumping the plug in her ass as the two cocks rammed her from both ends. The man in front filled her mouth with come. The burst surprised her, and she swallowed what she could.

She was just able to catch her breath as her head was shoved to another hard cock. She gulped it down and gasped through her nose as someone pulled the plug from her ass. She hoped a hard cock would take its place, but moaned as someone licked at her sopping cunt from behind.

Another cock fought for space in her mouth as the tongue, a woman's, she was sure of it, plunged inside her. She opened her mouth for the cocks, slurping at both while the house music pounded from the speakers. She felt the vibrator pushing into her ass. She came before it was halfway into her. She would've stood straight up if the two men in front hadn't held her down so they could feed her more come. Her ass squeezed on the vibrator and her knees gave out. Her feet lifted from the floor and her waist, bent over the back of the couch, held her entire weight as she screamed for the woman to not stop fucking her ass.

A thick dildo was rubbed over her mouth. She licked and sucked for a brief moment before it was gone, handed off to be plunged into her pussy. She cried out as it and the vibrator jackhammered her from behind.

A woman's hands took her by the face. The woman's tongue slid between her come-streaked lips. There was a taste of vodka. The woman licked come from her chin and cheeks as she twisted her nipples.

The dildo and vibrator came out, sending another orgasm racing through her body. Another hard cock plowed into her wet cunt from behind. The dildo went into her mouth, the other woman helping her lick it clean. There was a sharp crack on her ass as someone spanked her. Someone else gave her another whack, followed by someone else. She lost track of all the different hands punishing her ass.

It went on and on. There was a constant swap of cock and toys plunging into her. She came in a frenzied fit when the anal beads came out, and laughed in delight when someone face-fucked her with a strap-on dildo that tasted of cunt. Someone eventually pulled her onto the couch cushions and atop a naked woman. She lapped at the woman's cunt. It tasted like someone had given it lots of recent attention. They sixty-nined while someone fucked her ass. She and the other woman came about the same time. The man came in her ass, his condom-wrapped cock pulsating inside her. He leaned down and kissed her ear.

"Happy birthday," Rick said.

END



The Gift



Copyright 2005-2006 by madengineer3

all rights reserved

A copy of this work may be transferred to a single user, but can not be commercially used or published for any purpose without written permission from madengineer.

All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules.

*

It is all but impossible to look at a person and see what they are really like. Our own prejudices come into play, as well as the other person's skill at creating a cover that masks who and what they really are. This is even truer when something is being hidden either because of shame, guilt, or prevarication. Most of us wear masks. If we could understand what is under other people's masks we might be more willing to share. This story is about unmasking and providing satisfaction under stressful conditions.

My name is Joe Mischnik. I'm a musician by training, but work in an office as a personnel manager. As it turns out, there are very few musicians who can earn a good living just using their music (even if it is above average). My wife, of twenty-two years, Soozie passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage about three years ago. I am not sure I will ever fully get over that loss. The loss was even harder to take in light of my problem. About ten years into our marriage I found that I had type II diabetes. The way we found this out was that I was having a harder and harder time obtaining an erection. I went to see a urologist, a friend of long standing, who ordered some testing. To make a long story short I had already started to develop restrictions in the artery that supplied the blood to my penis. I didn't want to use one of those stupid vacuum pumps to create a pseudo-erection, and my wife was very understanding about it.

I could get half hard, but not hard enough to penetrate even a relaxed and well lubricated pussy. After spending part of an evening to "get it up" she had an idea. She had me lay on my back on the bed. She got out a shoe lace, her vibrating dildo, and the vibrator we use for sore muscles. The first thing she did was to tie the shoestring into a loop around my scrotum, above the testicles. In this condition my balls couldn't "escape". Then using the vibrator she started to tease my balls with it. Oh did it feel good! After a minute or two she started to take my mostly limp cock into her mouth and play with it with her tongue. Oh did that feel good! By this time she had moved around so that I could eat her out. As we both neared a climax I put her dildo in her and turned it on. At the same time I spent all my time concentrating on her clit. We both had explosive, violent, orgasms that were truly wonderful. 

My wife's idea was the solution to a vexing problem, but now she was gone I was at a loss. I, for moral and religious reasons, was unwilling to hire a "professional" to help me reach a satisfying climax. Oh, I could easily reach an orgasm; but it wasn't the same when I didn't have her pussy to play with. I was unwilling to try to get friendly with a woman, and then have to tell her I was mostly impotent. I was in a bind!

My niece, Esther, was the pride and joy of my life. My wife's sister conceived Esther about the time of our wedding. She had grown into a very smart, very beautiful woman. She had gone through college, and medical school on scholarships, and with our financial help. She had recently been hired by our local hospital to fill an opening in the internal medicine department. It was there that the story really begins. The urologist at the hospital is the same one who identified my problem. At one point, when they were alone in the doctor's lounge, he asked Esther how my problem was doing in light of my wife's demise. She commented that I seemed to be a bit depressed. Esther knew nothing of her uncle's (my) impotence problem, but being very quick whited she indicated that she knew only the end effects of it but would like to know the internal details of the problem. The urologist took her back to his office and found my folder in his files. They looked over the test results and notes. While my wife was still alive the urologist, a very old friend of mine, off and on asked if my problem was causing any emotional problems. I had, under the protection of patient/doctor confidentiality, told him of my wife's solution.

My niece asked him the obvious question. How did I manage to remain emotionally whole with this devastating problem? He paused for a moment, swore her to secrecy, and then told her about my wife's solution. At this time there was a page for Esther to go to the emergency room. She left, but my problem was on her mind. What could she do?

It took her a couple of weeks to decide what to do, and screw up the courage to put her plan into action. She gave me a call and asked me over to her place for supper and a quiet evening with some good music. She also asked if I would bring along grubby work clothes since she would like to have me to help her with a mechanical problem. I was more than willing to go along with this. Esther is a wonderful cook, and our tastes in music are very similar. We both love the Romantic and Neo-Romantic composers.

The dinner was excellent! The wine was very good and the mixed drink after the meal really went down nicely. I wasn't drunk, but I had a very pleasant "buzz". She asked me to change into my grubbys. Little did I know what was coming up.

When I came out of the bathroom, after changing, she said that she had a surprise for me, but would need my cooperation to make it work properly. I wasn't feeling any pain by this time and agreed. Boy, was I in for a surprise.

"I want this to be a real surprise but it will take me several minutes to get things ready."

I responded: "I wait right here and I promise I won't peak."

"No, uncle Joe, that won't work. I'm going to blindfold you and leave you in my bedroom while I take care of things."

All I could say was "o.k. if that's what you want." After all, this request came from my niece, and I trust her.

She led me into the bedroom, had me sit on the edge of her queen sized bed, and put a good blindfold on me. I heard her moving around, and some strange sounds that made no sense to me. I now know that the sounds were those of nylon rope moving through pulleys. She came back to me and asked me to hold something for her. I stretched out my hands to take whatever it was. It was then I felt the loops of rope around my wrists. Before I could get a word out she had pulled on the ropes so that I was pulled over on my back with my arms stretched out. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Just take it easy, uncle Joe, I'm not going to hurt you."

There were more noises.

"I still want to know what is going on."

At that instant I felt rope loops around my ankles and the sudden feeling of my legs being pulled apart. I was now "spread eagled" on the bed, and blindfolded.

"Stop this nonsense right now" and that is the last thing I said because Esther had placed a piece of duct tape across my mouth.

The next sensation I felt was her removing my socks and shoes. This was closely by a new sound and feeling. I realized that she was cutting off my old grubby work clothes with a pair of scissors. 

"We're almost ready, uncle Joe, be patient with me a bit longer."

What was I going to do? I was tied down, blindfolded, and effectively gagged. What option did I have but to wait?

"Now, I'm going to take off the tape from your mouth, but you need to promise to not speak for the next little while. Can you do that?"

I nodded my head, yes.

I felt the tape being very gently removed from my mouth. She then removed my blindfold. At first the room seemed overly bright, but it wasn't too long before I realized that Esther was wearing only a very transparent "baby doll" peignoir. She was so beautiful! It was then that I saw that she had my wife's vibrating dildo, a shoe lace, and the vibrator in her hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and she reminded me that I had promised to not speak.

Esther started to explain. "uncle Joe, I love you so very much. I want you to be emotionally whole as well as physically whole. I had a long chat with your urologist a couple of weeks ago and decided that you need some expert care." She went on, "he told me of your problem and Aunt Soozie's brilliant solution. How long has it been since you have had true release; Three years? Well that is too long for your emotional stability so tonight is the night."

I didn't know what to say. About this time she was tying the shoelace just above my balls. Her hands felt sooooooo good. Then she started to play with my cock and balls.

It had been so long since anyone touched me, but myself. I wondered where she had learned to be so skilled at making a man feel good. I stopped wondering because she had started working on my balls with the vibrator. Damn, that felt good! It was only seconds before I realized that she was licking and kissing my cock. At this point I was in ecstasy. She then moved around so that her pussy was at my mouth. I started to lick her pussy lips. She briefly stopped what she was doing and released my hands. I then started to work over her pussy in earnest. As things progressed I reached over and grabbed the vibrating dildo. I turned it on and gently slid it into her vagina, which was now well lubricated. 

Esther moaned softly. I then paid all my attention to her clit. It wasn't long before we both reached thunderous climaxes. At that point she curled up in my arms and we slept.

When I awoke I smelled fresh coffee. 

Esther came in, naked, and told me that I needed a shower. She led me to her bathroom and pulled me into the shower, where she proceeded to give me a wonderful soaping up with special care and massage for my cock.

"Uncle Joe, I don't want you to misunderstand what I have done. I don't want you to be emotionally withering because of lack of companionship. As a doctor I am prescribing a visit to my place for a therapy session at least once a month. That may not be often enough, but we can play it by ear. If my hunch is correct you were thinking about your wife the whole time you were having pleasure, right?"

"Yeah, you are exactly right. You know, you look and feel a lot like her."

"I guess I do. That isn't too surprising since my mom and Aunt Soozie looked enough alike to be twins."

"Uncle Joe, the point is that in your mind you were enjoying your wife, my aunt, all over again. I'm sure that when we started pleasuring each other I wasn't even on your mind. Aunt Soozie was! You weren't lusting after me, you were remembering how good your marriage was. That is all I want to give you. If I thought you were hot for me, I'd stop doing things immediately. However, as therapy to compensate for your erection problems, aunt Soozie had it right. I'll do what I can to make things go well."

What can I say? Esther had a point. I wasn't lusting after her, I was reliving a wonderful moment in married life.

I still enjoy our monthly dinners and play.



The Gift



She couldn't believe she was here. As Jan's car sped down the highway, she was lost in the world of her own thoughts. Why did she agree to meet a total stranger? How did she let Sandy talk her into this? Did she really intend to have sex with this man she never met? But a quick look at her clothes revealed the intentions she had in her heart. The leather bodice that pushed her D-cup breasts together for maximum cleavage, just short enough to expose her navel, the high heels, the fishnet stockings that ended just below her skirt - which wasn't even long enough to fully cover her ass cheeks. Jim had called it her "slut outfit," and it served one obvious purpose: to announce to the world that Jan was on the prowl.

Jan's heart caught in her throat at the thought of Jim; her mind immediately raced back to that fateful Halloween night and the chain of events that brought her here, one year later, heading for a sexual encounter she had never dreamed possible.

She had worn the same outfit she was meeting tonight. Jim was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but something in the air made him seem extra sexy in it. They had gone to meet Sandy and Mark at their house. They had met at a meet and greet the week before. Jan and Jim had just started into swinging, but so far it seemed like a string of disappointments. They had been in a couple threesomes, and a house party that could only be described as a disaster. Everything had involved true one night stands. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. And the men had been groping perverts who could barely keep it up. To Jan, it seemed like this swinging was more like work then fun, and was preparing herself to tell Jim she wanted to quit -- until they met Mark and Sandy. Somehow, they had clicked. All night, they talked, laughed, flirted, shared stories, and just had a genuinely good time. There was a sexual charge in the air the whole time, but there was no sudden urge to fuck. It was more of a shared electricity that grew as the night progressed. By the time Mark asked them about sharing Halloween together, the answer was obvious to everyone, and, even though the words were never spoken, everyone knew where it was going to lead.

Jan felt the warmth between her legs grow as her mind replayed images from that Halloween evening. The feel of Sandy's tongue inside her, the taste of Sandy's pussy and Mark's cock, the multitude of combinations -- her with Sandy, Jim between Sandy and Jan, Jan between Mark and Jim -- culminated with Mark's hard cock, slightly shorter but thicker than Jim's driving into her until her whole body exploded, followed by the warm feeling of his hot cum spraying onto her belly. Oh, yes, it was an incredible evening, and even now, the smell of her pussy juices flowing onto the seat reminded her of the scents and feelings she felt then.

Then, the movie in her mind shifted, and Jan had a hard time staying on the road as the next few hours coursed through her brain. Mark and Jim had decided to go out and pick up some dinner, while Jan and Sandy sat and talked -- basic girl talk, peppered with occasional references to each other's bodies or their husband's sexual abilities, and interrupted by the occasional trick-or-treater. After a couple hours, they had started to wonder what was taking the guys so long when the phone rang, and changed her life forever.

Jan could hardly remember the next few hours, and she fought the tears as rapid-fire images flashed behind her eyes. The frenzied drive to the hospital, the policeman explaining how the drunk driver had T-boned their car, the doctor with the simple but tragic words -- "I'm very sorry." What had started as the greatest sexual experience horrifically transformed to the worst night of her entire life. Everything was a blur after that: funeral arrangements, two funerals, filing for life insurance -- everything blended together. The only solid memory from that time was the deep bond of friendship that had built between Jan and Sandy as they helped each other through the grief.

Shit! Jan's mind was jarred back to the present by the rapidly approaching exit. She pulled hard to the right, barely making it onto the ramp. The driver behind her informed her of his displeasure with a loud, long honk.

After making a right turn at the bottom of the ramp, her thoughts again started to drift back, this time to the night, two weeks ago, when the subject of Halloween came up over coffee. For months, neither of them had had any desire for sex, and then when the urges came, they were more at ease pleasing each other rather than sharing anything with another man. They hadn't turned lesbian, but it was easier to just use each other for sexual release than face the memories that would be stirred by the thought of sex with a man. Eventually, they both came to realize that a woman's touch and strap-on dildos could only go so far. They were both starting to feel the desire for real sex, and had started mentioning "the urge" as if it was another person in the room. But it was Sandy who finally made the first move. There, in the middle of their favorite coffee shop, she started discussing two men she had met, and made her proposal. They were interested in a foursome, knew about Jan, and wanted her to be the fourth, but there were some rules that had to be followed. Jan would be blindfolded, and wouldn't see either man.

Jan giggled involuntarily. Sandy was always kind of strange. Dark without being gothic, and sometimes when they were lost in their own world, she could be very kinky. There was something about her Jan had always wondered about -- otherworldly at times, as if she was looking beyond the world to other dimensions. Somehow, though, it never scared Jan. Instead, it simply made her more erotic.

So now, here she was, dressed in a way she hadn't dressed in exactly one year, ready to fuck two men she'd never met. Her stomach was fluttering. Why was she doing this? But, she trusted Sandy deeply. The look in her eyes that morning had reassured her. They both knew it had to be done sometime, and, though nervous, Jan was glad Sandy had made the first move.

Jan's car practically drove itself to Sandy's house. As she walked from the driveway to the porch, her mind was again flooded with the images of that first night. She paused on the walkway, caught her breath and forced herself to go the rest of the way onto the porch and tap on the door.

"It's open!" Sandy's voice called from inside. The warmth between Jan's legs returned; Sandy's voice was so sultry, and she started to get excited to see what was waiting inside. She pushed open the door and walked inside. The hallway was dark, and there was a soft glow coming from upstairs. "I'm up here."

Jan walked up the stairs, and saw Sandy's nude form silhouetted in the bedroom doorway. She was nude, her soft body looking gorgeous in the candlelit glow coming from behind her. Jan stopped and admired her body. She had always loved to look at her. Her shapely legs, her neatly shaved pussy, her perky breasts, so much smaller but somehow looking completely perfect on her small, curved frame. One look at Sandy's breasts and Jan knew she was ready for tonight. There was no way to hide her arousal as her nipples poked straight out.

"I was starting to worry you wouldn't come," Sandy said in a soft whisper.

Jan sighed, "It's been too long coming. I can't turn back now."

A sexy smile played across Sandy's lips. "Well, come on in, then." She turned and walked into the bedroom, with an inviting look over her shoulders.

Jan followed her into the bedroom. It was definitely set up for a night of passion. Candles surrounded the bed on all sides, and the bright red sheets were made of the finest silk. Only one thing was missing: the men.

"They'll be here in a few minutes," Sandy said, reading Jan's mind, "but first there's some things we have to do with you." Sandy turned and began to undress her. Jan tried to put her hand in the way, but Sandy gently pushed it aside. "They want to see you as you are, with nothing in the way."

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"I know these guys, and I'd trust them with my life," Sandy said, "Trust me."

"Trust me." The words echoed in her mind. Could she trust Sandy? After all, she'd only known her for a year. What did she really know about her? And there was that dark side that always seemed to be below the surface, something that never came out, but was always lurking behind her dark eyes. But even as the thought was running through her mind, she knew the answer. They had been through so much together and knew each other intimately. If she couldn't trust Sandy, she couldn't trust anyone else in the world.

Her body relaxed as Jan eased her out of her bodice, skirt, shoes and stockings. She hadn't worn panties, and the juices started to ooze onto her thighs as Sandy touched her skin.

"I was dressing sexy for them," Jan giggled, "Guess it was a waste!" She was trying to inject some lightness into the mood, but Sandy merely smiled mysteriously and kept moving.

"Lie down on the bed," she instructed. Jan obeyed, laying flat on her back and wondering what would happen next. Sandy retrieved a black blindfold that was draped over the headboard, and eased it over Jan's head and eyes. From the darkness, her voice came through again, "Try to relax."

Jan felt Sandy's soft lips press against hers. She returned the kiss, probing slightly into her mouth with her tongue. Sandy gave a soft flick with her own tongue, and then broke away. Things were silent for a few minutes, and Jan must have dozed off for second. When she came to, she realized the guys must have just arrived, as she heard murmuring voices in the room.

Just then she felt a presence above her, and a hand began to caress her body. The touch was so light, it barely felt real, but it was real enough to send tingles through her entire body. Gradually, the touches became more firm as another hand joined the first, touching her sides and working up to her neck, then working their way down and caressing her breasts. As one hand moved down to cup her still wet pussy, a mouth covered her left nipple and a tongue lightly played around the nipple, making it stand up firm. The mouth worked its way onto her other breast, and a finger began to probe between her pussy lips, working its way into the depths. It was no more than Sandy had given her over the months, but it was so nice to feel a man's breath on her skin. 

After a few moments, the lips left her breasts and the hand left her pussy. She was left again in the darkness. There was a strange feeling of aloneness with the blindfold on, even though she could hear the sounds of Sandy's heavy breathing next to her. Jan lost herself in the sensations. Her nude skin tingled in the air, and she felt warm all over. In the darkness behind the blindfold, it was almost as if she was floating.

Her thoughts were brought back to earth by the light touch of a tongue on her pussy. It played gently around the lips, then a pair of fingers on each side pulled them apart and the tongue plunged deeper into her pussy. My God, she thought, this man eats just like Jim did! For a moment, the sadness began to overwhelm her, but she forced herself to relax. She needed this, but it was so hard!

Suddenly, her mind was right back in the moment when a gentle nibble on her clit brought a wave of electricity throughout her body. She gasped in pleasure and was lost in a wave of orgasm that brought fresh fluid flowing out of her pussy. The tongue went back down and began lapping up the flow of juices coming out, touching her inside and keeping the wave of pleasure going.

After the orgasm passed a pair of hands firmly but gently pulled at her shoulders, bringing her to a sitting position. She knew what was next, and began to open her mouth as the tip of a cock touched her lips. Here was something Sandy couldn't give! She pulled the cock into her mouth and sucked deeply. The sounds of Sandy slurping revealed the same thing was going on next to her. Sandy's patented sound of slurp, "hmm," slurp, "hmmmmm" made it obvious that both men were receiving fantastic blow jobs. But Jan was different. She kept the cock in her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue, and then driving down the shaft until it was all in her throat. She held it there for a second, and then pulled back out; she stopped with the head between her lips and working back down. As she repeated the process, she felt the dick grow in her mouth. With each trip down the shaft, it went a little further down her throat, but she took the whole length in, closing her eyes behind the blindfold as she enjoyed the taste and feel of this nice cock inside her mouth and throat. While she sucked, his hands worked between her breasts and pussy, sending chills through her and forcing her to occasionally stop to let out a moan of pleasure.

After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and gently eased her down onto her back again. She could feel the weight of Sandy's body lying next to her and realized just how in synch they were. She also realized just how much she missed Jim; even the strange man's cock had felt the same in her mouth. She realized that Sandy must have found someone similar to Jim, just for her. Her heart overflowed with gratitude for Sandy. She knew just how to make her happy and, with the blindfold on, she could imagine she was with him now.

Just then, another orgasm caused her to quiver then give a short scream as waves of pleasure again flowed through her. It was his cock, working into her pussy. He was on top of her, slowly, easing into her, then easing back out, then thrusting deep inside her. The thrusting continued, and then accelerated. She could feel his manhood push deep inside her with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass as he reached her G-spot at the depth of each push. Wave after wave of pleasure overcame her and she started screaming for more. She was totally lost in the moment. "Yes, fuck me," she screamed, "Fuck me, Jim! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" This felt so good. Electricity flowed through every nerve in her body. Then, the thrusts pushed even deeper and slowed. She knew what was coming, and she was ready. "Oh God, Jim! Yes, yes! Cum inside me! Let me feel your hot cum in my pussy!" That was all it took. With a final thrust, he let loose a load of hot cum into the depths of her pussy, its warmth filling her and overcoming her with a final massive orgasm that left her quivering.

He slowly pulled out and lifted off of her, leaving her alone in her thoughts again. Her naked chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Moments later, she felt Sandy's unmistakable touch on her breast.

"How was that?" Sandy's voice broke the stillness that had suddenly descended on the room. Jan sat up and removed the blindfold, looking into Sandy's eyes. She had that post-sexual glow about her, but there was something else in her eyes. A deep satisfaction combined with a sadness that she couldn't understand. Then she saw the tear in her eye. She looked around at the room, and was puzzled by the candles that Sandy had apparently placed in front of the door after she was blindfolded. But, if the candles were there, how could the door be opened? Then she realized, she had never actually heard the door open, before or after the men had been in the room. Her eyes moved across the room and fell on the book on the dresser. It hadn't been there when she came in. It appeared to be some type of spell book, something you would see in a séance or Halloween party, not in here. Finally, it dawned on her. It wasn't murmured conversation she had heard. It was only Sandy's voice, and it was chanting.

Jan looked back at Sandy, confusion on her face. Sandy answered her unspoken question. "It could only happen tonight, on the anniversary of her death, and it had to be both of them with both of us. I've been studying magick for a while, and I found a way to bring them back for one night, but I knew you would doubt if you saw, so we had to have the blindfold. I'm sorry to deceive you, but I hope you'll accept my gift to you...to us."

Jan thought for a moment. Sandy had just given her the greatest gift ever, one more night with her husband. And somehow she knew, now she could let go. It was as if Jim was in the room, still basking in the beauty of her nude body, and letting her know it was OK -- she could move on and he would be happy.

A smile worked its way through her lips, then onto her whole face. "You don't have to be sorry. Thank you." She leaned across the bed and kissed Sandy deeply. The time with their men was done, but the night was just beginning. 



The Gift



Donna knocked at the door and waited. She'd already checked herself in a hallway mirror just outside the elevator so she knew she looked good and everything was in place. It was the right hotel, the right room number, and she'd last checked the watch she carried in her silver clutch-bag in the lobby and counted the seconds since, so she knew she was precisely on time.

The door opened.

"You are Donna?" the man asked.

"That's me, Mr....?"

He smiled. "Smith, for now," he said, and held the door open wide for her.

He was in his fifties, slim, well dressed in expensive casual clothes. Just what she expected from the address. The Parker wasn't the type of hotel for the average traveler. That was why she'd worn her finest black dress with the plunging neckline and some subtle gold jewelry. Even so, her finest felt terribly insufficient as she walked into his suite.

The carpet was thick as sod. The walls were festooned with paintings and tapestries. The furniture was old and heavy with hand-carved filigree. Domed ceilings towered overhead, and from the centers of each room hung crystal chandeliers sparkling with almost hurtful brilliance.

Mr. Smith shut the door.

"I'm delighted you could come," he said. "And I admire your punctuality."

Donna said nothing. She'd learned long ago to let the client do most of the talking. She wasn't there for conversation, he hadn't hired her to listen to her speak. And in the meanwhile her self-imposed silence gave her time to absorb the grandeur of the place.

"Impressive, isn't it?" he asked, noticing her fascination with the décor. "I always stay here when in the city. Champagne?"

He stood near a draped cart on which sat a silver tray, an ice bucket from which protruded a green glass bottle at an odd angle, and two crystal flutes. Fruit decorated the rest of the cart surface; plump grapes, ripe pears and such.

"It's not the house bilge," he said when she neither accepted nor declined. "It's from my own vineyards. I always travel with my own. That way I know I'll have the best."

Donna joined him at the cart. He worked the cork free with a subdued pop and poured. Resetting the bottle in the ice he handed her a glass and tinged his own against it. 

"To tonight," he said.

She nodded, smiled, and sipped.

Donna was no aficionado of fine wines. In fact, she usually preferred either a beer or something hard like vodka. But the champagne slid into her like liquid silk and left the most amazing tingle on her tongue and palette.

"You approve," he said, watching her face. "Good."

He walked towards the wall of windows surrounded by burgundy drapes.

"I trust your employer gave you all the particulars of this engagement?" he asked, watching the city sprawl out below him.

"He's not my employer," she corrected.

Without turning around he said, "Your agent, then. Whatever the relationship. Did he tell you precisely what was expected here?"

She wasn't sure what he meant. "He told me where and when," she said. Usually if clients have specific requirements -- costumes and props for role-playing favorites -- Cassius tells her. He'd said nothing about tonight.

"I suspected he wouldn't," Smith said. "He's not an honest man, you know. You deserve better."

Maybe she did, but that wasn't any of Smith's or anybody else's business.

"Well, then," Smith said, turning about and coming back to the cart for a refill. "I will give you the opportunity to refuse and leave, no questions asked, with whatever your normal fee is."

Donna sipped her wine. "What did you have in mind?"

Smith smiled. "Your liberation," he said, and drank. "The proposal is this. If I like what you do, then I will pay you enough so that you will never have to do this sort of thing again."

Donna smiled and had all she could do to keep from laughing. She'd had clients offer to support her before, set her up in exclusive apartments, to sit on a shelf, so to speak, until they required her pleasures again. As tempting as some of them had been, she'd always refused.

"I have one million dollars in cash," Smith said, "somewhere in these rooms. It's yours if everything goes well."

Donna stopped breathing for a second, because he said it so well she almost believed him.

"A million," she said, making sure she heard him right.

"In cash," Smith said. "And I wouldn't let that weasel you work for have a penny of it. I never mentioned an exact amount to him so he doesn't know. I just said a large reward. Tell him what you will. But the million is yours, if I like what you do." 

She couldn't decide if he was legit or not. He looked sane, a bit gray, but otherwise in fine shape. His eyes were soft and kind, not at all like the eyes of man who plays games a lot.

"And, if you don't like?" she asked coyly.

Smith drained his glass. "Ah, there's the part he didn't want to tell you, I'm afraid." He offered her more champagne. She declined, for the moment.

"Then I get nothing," she offered. "Not even my normal fee."

Smith smiled. "It's not as simple as that," he said. "If I don't like what you do," and he said this next part as flatly as if he were accustomed to such talk, "I get to kill you."

She dropped her glass. It was empty, so nothing spilled, and the carpet was so plush it didn't break. Smith came to her, squatted down to retrieve the long, skinny flute, and handed it to her. When he brandished the bottle again she allowed him to fill it.

"You're serious," she said.

"Perfectly."

She drank.

"Why?"

Smith wandered back toward the window again. "Why?" he asked back. "Because, my dear, I am dieing. Some disease has gotten hold of me and the best doctors on the planet have given me no hope at all of seeing another year."

He faced her again.

"No worries, my dear, it isn't something catching. It's genetic, so I suppose I have my parents to thank for it. They also said it won't prove debilitating until the very end, so I suppose I have that much to be thankful for as well. Anyway, because of all this my money has become worthless to me. I may as well give it away, which is essentially what I've been doing for the past six months. You should have seen the tip I gave the bellboy for bringing up my bags." He laughed, recalling the look on the young man's face when he saw the denomination Smith had slipped into his hand.

"You've done this before?"

"Oh, yes, of course," he said. "London, Madrid, Paris, Rome. Now here. Now you."

She worried about asking the next question, but asked it anyway.

"And has anyone gotten the million?"

"Oh, they all have," he said. "I'm a man of simple pleasures."

Then, this was easy money. But, easy money always came at risk.

"Then, why the bit about...?"

"Killing you? I don't know, it just adds a bit of spice to the proceedings, don't you think? I've never killed anybody before. I should think I'd like to know what that feels like at least once before I die. So, you see, I have two reasons for all this. One is to give away my money before my bloodsucking relations and lawyers tear my estate to shreds post mortem, as they say, and the other is to know what it feels like to squeeze the life out of somebody, to watch the eyes go blank, to feel the body surrender and become just so much empty detritus."

Too many thoughts ran through her head at once. The smart thing to do was take her normal fee and leave, because this man clearly was not playing with a full deck. But, the prospect of all that money was proving far more of a temptation than she could turn away from. And if he was telling the truth and had given millions away to all those other women then why not her, too? Unless of course it was all a lie.

"I don't suppose I could see the money?" she asked.

Smith smiled apologetically. "I'm afraid not," he said. 

What if there was no million? What if this was his idea of a cruel joke, and the reason Cassius had never mentioned any of this was because this sick fuck had just dreamed it up in the last few minutes before she arrived?

"Let me put it to you this way," Smith said, reading the confusion in her face. "One outcome could be we do it and I pay you the regular fee, tell you it was all a cruel joke, and send you on your way. You'd be no worse off than if I'd never said a word about anything else. Another is, I'm telling you the truth, and afterwards I hand you a suitcase with one million dollars in American currency and you get to live whatever kind of life you've always dreamed of."

"And another is, you kill me."

Smith smiled. "Have you no confidence in yourself, my dear?" he asked, moving close to her. "You are a professional." The back of his fingers gently caressed her cheek. "A very pretty professional." That hand went down her throat to her exposed chest. "And talented, besides," he went on. "You don't get paid large sums of money because you are ordinary. You are special, and you've proven your abilities by reaching the level of success you now enjoy." He withdrew the hand, and assumed a more businesslike air. "If you have any confidence at all this should not be a difficult decision."

She drained her glass.

"Then let's do it," she said.

Smith smiled. "Splendid," he said, and placed both their glasses on the cart, took her hand, and escorted her to the bedroom.

"The bath's in there, if you'd like to freshen up," he said, indicating yet another room to the side. 

Donna excused herself and went there, closing the door not entirely. She always left bathroom doors ajar, inviting the client who wished to come in and observe. Some of them liked that. Smith, apparently, did not.

The room was all white tile and mirrors, with gold fixtures and white porcelain devices. It even had a bidet, which she'd never used before and wasn't quite sure how to approach. This being no time for experimenting with water, she did what she had to do and washed her hands. She considered getting undressed and re-entering his bedroom naked, but feared he might consider that cheeky. She smoothed the tight wrap of the dress and rejoined him.

The bed was a huge affair, sitting on a raised platform in the middle of the room. Four dark cherry posts rose from the corners and a fine white canopy draped across a framework above, dripping down on all sides like a morning mist cascading down the side of a mountain. The lighting was soft, offset to throw no shadows.

"Music?" Smith asked, and without waiting for an answer touched something on a dresser and soft strings and piano drifted in from unseen speakers.

He came to her, and his hands held her face lovingly as he smiled down at her. His hands then lowered slowly, and for a second encircled her neck before descending lower to her arms. Donna shivered. Smith seemed amused.

The back of the dress had a clasp at the top, then a long open space before a brief zipper opened it to her hips. Smith reached behind her to loosen her garment, and she allowed him to lower it to her waist. His eyes fell on her chest, on the soft swells of her breasts lifted by the frail brassiere. The bra had a small snap between the cups and he reached in gently, barely touching her skin, and opened it. She wriggled her arms at her sides and the bra fell away from her.

"Perfect," he declared.

And they were. Cassius kept telling her to invest in augmentation surgery but she knew her breasts were just the right size and shape for her body. Anything else would have looked as fake as they'd be. 

Her skin was smooth as spilt cream, pale, and her nipples were dark as rosebuds. Smith held them and the nibs puckered to attention, entertaining his fingers for a while. And then he helped ease her dress the rest of the way down, kneeling to assist her as she stepped out of it. 

Still kneeling, he slipped her skimpy thong panty down over her hips, guided it past her knees, and she stepped out of it losing her shoes as she did. His face was even with her crotch then, and he admired the clean even skin of her belly and mound for a while, and then leaned his face in and planted a single gentle kiss on her there.

He stood and took her hand, and walked her to the bed. Without direction, she undressed him, slowly, neither one of them in any particular rush. When his chest was exposed she kissed him there in a dozen places, her hands exploring the vast expanses of his reasonably muscular back. He was in excellent shape for a man his age. She wondered if all the talk about a deadly disease wasn't so much hogwash. Perhaps this was all a game after all.

When she had his pants and boxers down around his ankles he sat on the edge of the bed and she squatted down to remove his shoes and socks. She shoved his clothes aside and held his knees, moving them apart, and then eased into the V his thighs formed.

He had a good erection, nothing massive, nothing deformed. His legs were hairy but his balls were trimmed nicely. She held his cock in her hand and felt it pulse against her palm. It stiffened even more as she lowered her face and kissed the swollen head. 

He had told her he was a man of simple pleasures and that had been no lie. He let her suck on him a bit before moving them both up on the bed, and there they engaged in perfectly normal sex acts, nothing overtly kinky or outrageous. He enjoyed putting his mouth on her pussy, his hands cupping her ass as he did so. He entered her in the male superior missionary position, his cock sliding into her waiting wet cunt so nicely she gasped when the full length of it was properly buried. Perhaps he was better endowed than she had assumed. 

After a while they flipped over and she straddled his hips, impaling herself on him while he massaged her breasts. On all fours she offered him her ass which he kissed but would not violate. He rode her that way for a while and the insisted on returning to their first position for his culmination.

His face contorted painfully as he came inside her. His cock shot long hot strings of cum and she tightened her muscles to milk him as if she had a hand inside her. He collapsed after he was spent and she held him for a while as he slept.

She must have fallen asleep as well because she woke sometime later to his mouth lapping at her pussy. He gave her a marvelous orgasm that way and she reciprocated by having him lie down propped up with a mountain of pillows while she sucked his cock dry. When his shriveled dick slipped from her lips she climbed up beside him and they slept again.

She awoke alone.

Smells of coffee from the next room dragged her from the bed as if by ropes attached to her nostrils, and she quickly slipped on a robe he had left for her at the foot of the bed.

The same cart that had held champagne the night before now held a silver service with coffee and warm pastries. Smith was dressed and pouring them coffee when she entered the room.

Little was said as they ate. The morning sun shone brightly in through the massive windows. Below, the city was coming to raucous life once again. Donna stood watching the traffic and the people all milling about, in such hurries to go nowhere.

"Feeling rested?" Smith asked from behind her.

She hummed in agreement, then said, "And I take it that my still being alive means you were pleased?"

Smith laughed. "More than pleased," he said.

He came up behind her, wrapped his arms about her middle, hugged her, and kissed the top of her tousled head. "You were superb," he said.

She twisted in his embrace so they faced each other.

"And?"

Smith laughed and released her. "Get dressed," he said.

She went back to the bedroom and the bathroom beyond, removed the robe, and washed up before going back to the bedroom naked. If he had been there waiting for him she would have fucked him all over again. He had been a most undemanding lover, and allowed her to relax and enjoy herself instead of always being on alert for whatever particular itch her client of the moment felt needed scratching. 

But, he was not. Her clothes were folded neatly on a sideboard. She dressed and rejoined him in the parlor.

Smith moved aside the white drape from the cart and revealed two lower shelves. On one sat a pair of black binoculars, and on the bottom was a small brown leather suitcase, which he pulled out and placed on the nearest chair.

"All yours," he said, stepping away from it.

Donna watched his face and then watched the suitcase, and after a while she asked, "May I?"

He gestured grandly toward it. "Be my guest," he said. "The case and all its contents are yours."

She walked to it, trying not to seem too anxious, and put her hands on the clasps. She hesitated. This could still be some sort of colossal prank. There could be anything inside that suitcase. There could be nothing.

Her thumbs worked the clasps and she flinched when they sprung open.

Donna lifted the lid.

Bundles of cash occupied ever available square inch of space, bulging right up to the top.

"I put a little something extra in there for you," Smith told her from across the room. "You really were spectacular last night."

Donna wasn't quite sure what to do. She stood dumbly staring at the cash.

"You can count it if you like," he said. "But I assure you, there's at least a million there."

It looked real enough. And there certainly was enough of it to add up that far. She closed the case and turned to face him.

"Thank you," was all she could think to say.

Smith grinned and reached for the house phone. "You are more than welcome, my dear," he said, then into the receiver he said, "Can we get someone to help a young lady with her bag?"

He hung up. In another minute came a knock at the door and Smith merely said, "Enter," and a young man in a red bellhop suit came in. The expectant look on his face told her this must have been the same young man whom Smith had so handsomely rewarded the day before.

Smith handed the boy some cash and told him to take the young lady downstairs and put her in a cab for wherever she wanted to go. The money he handed the boy could have bought the cab outright.

Smith came to Donna as the boy hefted the suitcase and he kissed her forehead in an almost fatherly manner. "Thank you so very much," he whispered to her.

She couldn't think of anything to say that would express what she felt. She wasn't even sure what she was feeling to begin with. It was all still so unreal.

She left the room with the bellhop.

Smith went back to the cart and poured himself more coffee. He took the binoculars from under the cart and went to the window. In a few minutes, far below, he saw the bellhop and Donna emerge. Donna got into a yellow cab, the suitcase beside her, and the cab pulled out into traffic.

From the window, Smith could see a great distance, so long as the cab didn't veer off to either side of the cement and steel gorge laid out before him. He put his cup down and lifted the binoculars to his eyes, found the cab in the ocean of swarming traffic, and followed its progress.

The cab exploded.

Doors flew into the air behind great tufts of smoke and flame. Windows on adjacent vehicles shattered. The sound came next, a crack and rumble, and then the cries of panicked pedestrians scrambling madly for cover.

Smith put the spyglasses down and went back to the phone.

"I'll be checking out this morning," he said. "Do have someone here in about an hour to take my things, and have a limo waiting to take me to JFK."

He hung the phone back in its cradle.

"I feel like Rio," he said, and for a moment affected the stance of a flamenco dancer while outside sirens wailed as fire and emergency vehicles worked their way through the clog of stymied traffic. He went into the bedroom to pack.



The Gift



My lover gave me a gift. A gift I was reluctant, at first, to use. I had gone to the lounge to try and forget my sorrows, and the plan was, to find a male courtesan, any male courtesan, to bring home to warm my bed. I needed to feel a muscular body wrapped around me. I needed a man's scent. Perhaps he knew just what I needed, even though I did not express it. His gift to me was Etienne.

I brought him back to the Chateau and to my chambers. He seemed to understand my nervousness, though, and did not push. Instead, when we stepped into the room, he merely smiled and caressed my cheek. I remember blushing and then cursing under my breath. He kept that knowing smile and his hands slid down to slowly start to unlace my dress. I let him, of course, even though his touch was not demanding at all. I knew he would stop if I made him. I did not want him to stop, truth be told. I simply closed my eyes and then my breath caught at the quiet sound of silk falling to the floor. Then he was guiding me to the bed and I sat down upon the mattress. He knelt on one knee before me and took off each shoe. My eyes flew open then, for I had something to hide, and when his hands slide up my calves, over my silk stockings, moving towards my thighs to remove them, I protested. "Leave them on." I said, and he complied.

He did not try to remove my chemise, either. Instead, he stood and gave me a slow kiss, before he began to disrobe himself. I watched as he discarded every stitch of clothing he had on. My eyes darkened as his flesh was exposed to me. Nude, he made my heart beat erratically. Dark skin, sinewy muscles, a taunt backside. His cock, though, had me mesmerized. Large and thick and already quite hard with lust, it protruded from a thatch of dark curls.

He watched me as I looked my fill, keeping that knowing smile upon his face. Then he walked forward once again, and just like before, he lowered himself before me. This time, however, his hands grasped my thighs and spread them. His head nestled in between, grazing the fiery curls that shielded my sex. He inhaled deeply of my scent. I was trembling, at this point, for he was so close, so close to doing what drives me wild. I knew it was coming. He knew I knew, and he took his sweet time.

Then, I felt it. The tip of his tongue upon my labia and the slow, tortuous sliding over me. I moaned. I gasped. My hands lowered to his head and I pushed him more firmly between my legs and arched against him, needing more. I heard a quiet chuckle and then his tongue was pressing harder against me and licking my nether lips. I started to shake as an onslaught of sensation wracked through me. His lips closed around me and his tongue began to move faster. He stopped, however, when he felt me close to bursting. Another chuckle as he pulled away, only to press gentle kisses to the inside of my thighs. I whimpered, and he waited until I had come down from the brink before he pressed his lips to my centre once again. Again he tortured me, bringing me to the point of climax with his lips and tongue, only to pull away just at the last. Until, finally, he deemed it time. And when he did not stop, when he started to suck me through his teeth, I screamed. My hips bucked upwards repeatedly as I rode his tongue. Pleasure washed over me, so very intense for being prolonged, and his lips pressed hard against me, his tongue delved deep inside me, thrusting over and over, as I came.

After, I could naught but collapse back, my thighs trembling, my own scent heavy around me. I felt him move up, then, push me up, as he placed a knee between my spread legs and crawled onto the bed. On his knees, he grasped each of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, then his hands moved under me to clutch at my buttocks. He lifted my hips up and rubbed the head of his cock over my vulva, teasing us both. There was another moan and I know not whether twas him or me. Then I felt him thrust and he went in easily, for I was so very wet from his tonguing and the subsequent climax it had brought. He rocked his hip into me and threw back his head as he pumped me slow and deep. Over and over, until his head moved again and he bent over me. He nudged my chemise up with his nose and lips, and then his teeth found my nipples. He nibbled on them gently as he continued to move upon me. His hands moved up now to grasp each breast and squeeze, pushing them together, massaging them as he sucked. Then, suddenly, he let go and raised his head and his hands moved back under me, making me lift and arch my back. He pulled me against him so that my breasts flattened against his chest. I twined my arms about his neck and thrust against him as he moved. Locked together, thigh to thigh, his dark eyes bored into mine. I saw raw lust but also something else. He knew just exactly what he was doing to me and he was not even close to finishing.

Indeed, after a while, he pushed me back and withdrew completely. I moaned in protest at being empty once more, but I needn't have. He moved to my side and pushed me over, so that I was laying flat on my stomach. Then he came over me and kissed the side of my face, my neck, ran his tongue over my shoulder. Then his tongue darted out again to lick down the length of my spine. Heaven, pure Heaven. When he reached my tail bone, my back arched again and I cried out, wiggling. There it was again. The low masculine chuckle, before he pressed a kiss there and moved lower. I started to wiggle now, my eyes flying open as his hands grasped the cheeks of my bottom, kneading them, parting them. But he simple moved his lips to my right cheek and started to kiss and gently bite, sucking a little. He moved on to the other cheek and did the same, covering each one in little nips and leaving small red marks in his wake.

Finally, he was ready for more. His hands grasped my legs and pushed them up, urging me onto my knees. Then one hand moved to my back, pushing it down so that only my bottom was thrust out high. The bed shifted as he once more came up to his knees, this time, behind me. I felt the tip of his cock sliding along the lips of my sex, before he pushed into me, sharply. Where before he was slow and somewhat gentle, this time, he was anything but. He proceeded to use me most thoroughly, ramming into me with harsh, deep strokes. Every so often, he would drive in, then grind slowly against my buttocks, rotating his hips so that I could feel every hard inch deep inside me. Then he would move out and thrust back in, his abdomen slapping against me. The sound of wet flesh smacking echoed in the room. The scent of sex was heavy, and both of us were sweating now. I was close, so very close, but sensing that, he pulled out.

This was a man who knew precisely how and when to give pleasure. And for the moment, he was holding back. I protested, of course, and even cursed at him, for I am a greedy woman and wanted to come again. But, looking back now, I see what he was about. He wanted to give me the ultimate pleasure, and by denying the immediate, he could bring about the most at the end. Which is precisely what he did.

He grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, while the other caressed over my bottom. One finger slid down into the crevice between to tease along the opening there. I cried out again, my face red with frustration and longing. To teach me a lesson, I suppose, that finger then thrust in, deeply. I cried out again, louder, and bucked my bottom back, encouraging him. Maybe he was surprised, I have no idea, only that he seemed to like my reaction. He began to pump his finger in and out of me, fucking me like that, until he was ready, until he knew I was ready. His withdrew his finger and I felt him pushing his cock inside. There, just like I love. He eased it inside of me, gently, careful not to cause pain. He needn't have worried, for I like a little pain. I pushed back harshly, showing him just that and I heard a distinctively pleased sound of masculine lust. Knowing that he did not need to be gentle with me with such an act, he then impaled me with one brutal thrust that took the breath from me. In and out he rammed me. Hard, deep. Our moans and cries filled the room. It was apparent now that he was getting close, as well. One of his hands moved out to push my face into my pillow as he continued to ride me. His other hand moved under me and down, to my warm, wet centre. Two fingers thrust inside me, moving in time to his thrusts and I knew a new painful pleasure as I was filled completely.

He consumed me. He was all around me, inside me, thrumming in my veins. I screamed into the pillow over and over. Then, it was time. For the both of us. His hand on my head grasped my hair and pulled, yanking me upwards. Another scream tore from me as, at the same time, he thrust again, his most violent thrust yet, and my body stiffened. I clenched him tightly, his cock deep in my arse and his fingers deep in my sex. He gave a deep grunt and thrust again, spurting his seed within my clenching bottom. Another sharp thrust and more of his seed. And finally, a third, followed by a hard, slow grind.

We stayed that way for long moments, locked together, his hand curled tightly around my hair, our bodies quivering, our breathing laboured. Finally, he let go of my hair and I collapsed upon the bed, him following me to crush me under his weight. I could feel his rapid heart beat against my back. When he caught his breath, he rolled over, taking me with him and pressing me against his flesh. His legs wrapped around me and his arms cradled me to him. He was still inside me. He did not withdraw. After a time, he simply held me like that, his hands moving over my body to caress my arm, my hip, my thigh. That is how I fell asleep, with the feel of him enveloping me and the scent of him and our sex lulling me to sleep.

When I awoke in the morning he was gone, but I smiled. I had indeed needed that gift and I think it healed something that needed to be healed, deep within me. 



The Gift



"Why are there no roads in this forest? This trail will ruin my shoes! And will this stupid mountain go up forever?"

Joanna Styrgon, the auburn haired 40 year old president of aspiring Styrgon Industries, had complained for the last half hour at least. Removing the thousandth twig from her furred coat she glared at her lone company, her 23 year old personal assistant George Mason, who had, of course, no part in his boss's choice of designer shoes or the lack of infrastructure on this remote mountain whatsoever. But he was a ready scapegoat for Joanna right now, for there was noone else to see. They had not seen a person since they had arrived here, be it one of the natives they were trying to find or one of the workers who were bound to get them in contact with the elusive Indians. So they had left their helicopter in the valley and started the long climb up the snowcrowned mountain themselves.

Sighing inwardly, George bent a low hanging branch out of the way for Joanna, or Mrs. Styrgon as he was supposed to address her. Instead of being grateful, Joanna kept complaining.

"Where's that plateau where the wild ones are supposed to be? I should have reached it already! This forest can't possibly be any larger! Where's the map? Do I have to do everything myself? I will..."

Joanna nearly bumped into the back of George when he suddenly stopped. She was about to hit him for that slide, but then saw what caused that abrupt lack of motion by her assistant. They had finally reached the plateau, an area filled with colorful wildflowers amidst the first patches of snow, despite the fact that it was still early autumn. The view from here was breathtaking. While the mountain continued upwards, majestetically; all white miles ending in a snowy crown, the still emerald valley, dotted with but a few patches of yellow and red, was far below them already. The river looked like a glittering band of molten silver flowing through it, twinkling in the sun. Joanna Styrgon, pushing George out of the way unceremoniously, saw this with other eyes of course.

"Ah, finally. I thought you'd made yet another mistake, but you were not a worthless scum for once, George Mason. At last, the trip may even have been worth the trouble. We can build the landing place here, I can already see this. Helicopters will bring the most illustrious guests here, and then they will be able to go skiing down to the valley. The trees have to go, of course. Here, and on the other side of that mountain also. And in the valley we'll have to dam up the river. This will bring us energy, and we can use the resulting lake for ice skating or something like that. Downriver we'll remove the trees as well and build a highway to get supplies here while construction is happening, and later on we'll let it be used for cross-country skiing. Yes, I can see it. This place will suit me fine."

Joanna was envisioning the future quite clearly when her thoughts were interrupted by George again. "Isn't this a holy land for the natives, a place dedicated for Fertile Earth herself?" he dared to ask her.

Oh, how she longed to fire him, but he was the grandson of one of her richest contributors, and she had taken him in at his grandfather's urgings. Well, for granddaddie's money to fund this project she was willing to tolerate this financial greenhorn. Most of the time. But not right now.

"Who cares about the natives? Those relics of history? I've done my homework, young man, and this is not reservation land. Believe it or not, they've been living here for ages! What does that tell you? Right. Government will not help them now because of some ancient treaty signed in our glory days by the cavalry. They are ours to push out. Too bad even they will know glass pearls are out, but a few dollars should push them to some warmer place. There has to be a desert somewhere for them where they can open their own casino, sell handmade pottery or whatever else those redskins do with their spare time. I don't care. This place is going to be a ski resort. Now it's a bit far to the north, no rival to the existing resorts more to the south, but the more global warming there is, the sooner it'll bring me money. Lot's of money! Oh yes, this will be my ski resort!"

"No, it won't."

For the second time Joanna Styrgon was thrown out of her greedy thoughts, but this time it was not George who was to blame for this sacrilege. In the midst of the plateau sat a crosslegged Indian, his face stoic, and despite the already colder weather he was dressed only in a loincloth. He was well muscled and totally relaxed, drawing a deep drag out of his long carved and feathered pipe. Where did he come from so suddenly? He couldn't have been there from the beginning! George was startled also, Joanna noticed, but she, of course, quickly composed herself. She had not become president of her company for losing her composure in front of a barbarian!

"What gives you the opinion that you could stop my plans, redskin?" she asked with a sneer. She hadn't needed diplomacy much since she had seduced her husband twenty years ago to get his money, and she was not about to change that for a mere museum-warrior from the stoneage.

The Indian watched her in silence. The vein on Joanna's neck started to swell in anger when George couldn't stand the tension any longer.

"Good man, may I present to you Mrs. Styrgon herself, president of Styrgon Industries, here to offer your glorious tribe a fortune for your homelands."

George always talked like that, like his grandfather. Joanna hated his old-school-babbling and threw daggers at him with her eyes. He was a softie, like his grandfather and, sadly, like her own daughters. Cynthia had been a necessity to force John into the marriage, and Penelope to secure her bond to his money when he was starting to have doubts since he knew her better, but they were a constant embarrasment since then. Now Penelope even talked about love, and her chosen one, William. He didn't even come from a family with money! Just one car they had, one car for three people! Ridiculous. Had she not presented both her daughters with distinguished, seasoned men with lots of wealth to secure the might of Styrgon Industries and therefore their inheritance? Where was their spirit for domination? They were a source of dissapointment, like John had been, and like this George Mason was. A student of botany, of all things, as her assistant! But in this rare case the botanic disappointment had drawn a reaction from the muscled historic leftover amidst the wildflowers. The Indian was smiling at him now. Good, that buffalohunter finally remembered his place!

"She may be a president, but she won't change the home of our ancestors into a playground, regardless of the amount of pretty baubles she offers, as long as I'm the chieftain of the tribe of Earth. But since she's a guest in our lands, I'll give her a gift in the name of Earth."

So much for him knowing his place. Was that living relic out of his mind? He wouldn't be the first obstacle she had removed on her way to the top!

Joanna was about to shout that into the Indian's grinning face when the rest of the sentence dawned in her. A chieftain? At least she had finally found the redskin who had authority. And a gift? Well, she would take that gift first and then she would throw him off the plateau! With visible effort Joanna composed herself enough to put a layer of civilization over herself.

"A gift?" she asked, her voice still a bit strained. "What gift?" Out of the edges of her eyes she saw George flinching. Her anger was rekindled immediately. And worst of all, the Indian had seen that giveaway also and was grinning even more! But before she could react accordingly to this insult by her underling, the tribesman presented her -- two flowers. One was a simple daisy, the other a strangely shining yellow and white flower, with three snowy petals dancing in the soft breeze. A flower like Joanna never had seen in her life. And didn't care to see now.

"This is your gift?" she sneered. "You want to give me two flowers? Are you kidding me? I can't believe it!"

"Nor shall you. I am not giving you two flowers," the copper skinned Indian stated, unmoved. "One is for the young man, one is for you. And he may choose first."

The chieftain now fixed a stare on George, ignoring the fuming Joanna yet again. Did the sunburned Wildman have no manners at all? This charade had to end soon, she decided, and that savage had to see who would be boss from now on.

"George!" she ordered the young man, who already had the unknown flower in his hand, frowning. "You take the daisy, it's enough for you. Give me the other one." Joanna disregarded the slightly hurt look of George as she took the strange flower out of his hand.

"I've seen one of those in a book..." George's voice trailed away, his expression concentrated. "Aren't they believed to be extinct? 'The Trojan's Gift' it is called, as far as I remember... Didn't the missionary Frederico Bagnalo describe it to Linné before he settled down amidst the Sioux, starting a family? If I could only..."

"That's enough, George," Joanna's stern voice interrupted the useless botanic lecture. It was time for business here, not some dusty stuff out of old books. She turned towards the patient smoker again, presenting him a prepared check. "I'll give you this for your lands. It will be more than enough for this worthless piece of rock," Joanna showed him a check with a ridiculously low number of zeroes on it. She would make a fortune out of this loinclothed idiot.

"You have to eat the flower," the Indian answered her offer, yet again unmoving except for his tense muscles rippling beneath his weathered skin. "You also," he nodded towards George. "The whole flower in your case. Of her flower, one petal will be enough," he added. "Then I'll accept what you're going to offer. Not before." The Indian took another deep drag of his pipe. The smoke hung in the air lazily, as if waiting for something.

George eyed his boss for her decision.

"Let's get this nonsense over with, and soon," Joanna ordered. The wild man accepted the offer, and without even haggling! That was worth eating some flower!

She watched George munching the daisy reluctantly and grinned. Then she plugged a petal out of her own flower and was about to swallow it when she suddenly hesitated.

"Wait!" she ordered herself. "That's a trap! You want to poison me, I've heard about redskins talking with a forked tongue!"

George flinched again hearing Joann's harsh words and her twisting of the history, but the chieftain simply reached out his hand for her petal. She gave it to him, and he swallowed it without hesitation. But Joanna wasn't content yet.

"You have taken an antidote! That's your plan! You won't see me being that dumb!" she cried triumphantly. "George!" she summoned her assistant. "You take the next one. Then we'll see if it's poisoned. Don't hesitate, you worthless idiot. Do what I say or I'll fire you! And don't look to that redskin for allowance, how dare you, George Mason!"

The Indian watched her stoically throughout her outburst, but she thought he may have nodded at George, barely noticeable. Be that as it may, George did indeed swallow the petal. Everyone watched him expectantly, but for long moments nothing happened. A bit disappointed Joanna finally broke the silence, addressing him. "And? How do you feel?"

"It's okay I think..." George said, insecurely. "I feel nothing unusual..."

"Ah, okay. Let's get this over with, finally!" Joanna said exasperatedly, plucking the last petal and swallowing it.

"Now on to business," she continued at once. "Here's the check. You'll leave the mountain within 48 hours, with all your people. Go where you want, but not on my land. If I'll see you here again, I'll..."

Neither George nor the Indian ever heard what Joanna would do in such a case, for she suddenly stopped.

"It's so ... strange..." she said dreamingly. "Why is that so? I..."

George started toward her, worried about his boss in spite her constant abuse of him. But again a sign from the Indian stopped him in his tracks. This, and the behavior of his boss, who was just shedding her expensive fur coat and letting it fall on the ground.

"So many colors..." Her voice was soft, like George had never heard before. "And all the flowers..." Joanna wore an expensive crimson satin blouse under her coat, an equally expensive crimson pleated skirt and matching designer shoes, which she now slipped out of. Then she reached for the buttons on the blouse she wore, slowly slipping them free. George was speechless, unable to do anything but watch. Button by button the blouse gave way, leaving her milky shoulders and finally dropping to the ground, joining her fur coat. George gulped, still unable to understand what was happening here but too transfixed to do anything against it. His eyes were drawn toward his boss's luscious breasts, now only partly hidden from view by a very small laced bra. He gulped again.

Joanna stretched, then her hands went to the front of her body and he saw the straps of her white silken bra loosen, falling down her arms and then all the way to the ground. Joanna unconsciously rubbed her shoulder and George could see the imprint of the strap in her soft skin. But his eyes were immediately turned again to the soft curve of her now uncovered breasts, the delicious rounding of soft flesh and the pink nipples crowning them. They seemed almost weightless, standing tall and firm. George's mouth dropped open in astonishment. He took a step towards his boss, but was held back by the strong grip of the chieftain holding his arm. Joanna only smiled happily, her eyes strangely clouded over.

Then the lady bent, her hands pulling at the soft cloth of the skirt she wore, pulling it down her long legs, leaving her clad in a small pair of silken panties that barely covered the luscious curves of her bottom. The skirt joined the ever rising pile of clothes at her shapely feet. Joanna Styrgon, exalted president of Styrgon Industries, now only wore her white silken panties and a dreamy smile. She was in great shape, her small but well tended body incredibly curvaceous and alluring.

When her hands ran across the tips of her breasts playfully, her face still dreamy, George almost groaned. She cupped the round, smooth flesh, her fingers trailing the aureoles of her nipples, then twisting them gently. Lifting her fingers to her lips, she licked them sensually. Slowly she let them wander downwards again, until their wetness caressed her nipples.

Now Joanna's hands were on her stomach, traveling slowly over the softness of the flesh over her ribs, trailing over the tiny indent of her navel until they reached the waistband of her panties. With a quick move she pushed them down and stepped out of them, straightening herself again. With a swing of her delicious hips Joanna dropped them from the tips of her fingers onto her finally fully grown pile of clothes on the earthen ground. She presented her two observers a sight they wouldn't forget for a long, long time.

Joanna Styrgon's most private part, now revealed to two strangers, was crowned by soft auburn curls, left untrimmed as nature had produced them. Below the private hair the lips of her sex were thick, the fleshy bud of her clit peeping out from between them. As her two observers watched, she slid her right hand down her hips, then turned it inwards, slowly playing with her private curls. Finally she let it slide between her thighs, slowly strumming her fingers over her hardened clit, her smile inviting.

George felt the Indian letting go of his arm, and that was all the encouragement he needed. With just three steps he was in front of his boss, who smiled at him serenely and took him in her arms, wriggling her naked, so alluring body against his own. She could feel his already rock hard cock beneath his trousers and rubbed against it with her flat belly, heightening his excitement even more. Then Joanna suddenly released him out of her arms, taking a step away. She smiled that unearthly smile again, then bent over and reached for the single, so strained button holding George's trousers in place. With a quick flip of her fingers it gave way, as if exhausted by its futile struggle versus the forces of nature. The zip of his trousers went down almost by itself, and George's pants dropped down instantly. Before the assistant could react in any way, his underpants joined his trousers on the ground, shoved there by an impatient Joanna Styrgon. His cock, finally freed of its prison, eagerly went toward her waiting hands. Without hesitation Joanna took it in a firm grip and led it toward her longing mouth, closing her full red lips around George's maleness. He groaned when he felt her sucking him, and on instinct bent over her in turn, his fingers reaching down between her thighs and feeling her full, soft bush.

Joanna spread her feet, squirming as he ran his fingers through the curls. Her body quivered as his fingers touched her swollen nether lips. Carefully, still not believing in the sudden turn of events, George slipped a finger between them and felt her dampness. He felt her pressing into his hand as he explored his boss's wet pussy. Joanna held onto her assistant for support as he slid a finger into her, feeling her tunnel of love to be surprisingly tight. She moaned in delight when she felt him rubbing her insides.

Encouraged by her reaction George grew bold. Pulling his cock out of Joanna's mouth and ignoring her disappointed whimpers, he moved behind her, rubbing his cock against her soft ass cheeks. Then he pressed his cock between her inviting thighs, rubbing his cock along her full nether lips. George took a deep breath as he felt Joanna pushing her back against him. He felt her womanly flower opening up for him and entered his boss gently. She sucked in her breath and adjusted her footing as George slowly pushed in deeper.

There were still no words exchanged between the unlikely lovers. George had his eyes closed now, and Joanna moaned as her head jerked back, her back arching, her body shuddering. George glided easily in her soaking wetness as he stroked in and out with long thrusts. He reached forward for her beautiful tits, cupping them with his hands while he increased his pace a bit more. Joanna's breathing was more heavy and labored now. Then she sucked in air sharply, for a moment standing rigid, and George opened his eyes to see what had happened. The Indian was there, standing just before Joanna, and George could see that he had entered Joanna's mouth, thrusting into it now. Joanna moaned, and George resumed his thrusts into her, matching the pace of the Indian, shoving the delicious woman toward the native and receiving her back at once, to the pleasure of all three.

The rhythm was getting faster again, and the thrusting deeper on both sides. Joanna started to breathe in short gasps around the copper-colored member in her mouth, getting closer and closer. Then, with a final thrust from both her assistant and the wild man she had tried to fool, her body started to shake and quiver. George felt her inner muscles grabbing him tightly and Joanna's hands clutched the Indian's knees for support. Then she let out a muffled squeal, and her body suddenly tensed, then jerked and spasmed. Joanna moaned incoherently, and the Indian went motionless, releasing his load in her hungry mouth. That sent George over the edge as well, and he exploded inside Joanna, once, twice, and even for a third time.

When George finally came back to his senses Joanna was on her knees, totally exhausted. The chieftain spoke to her mercilessly, "You should have eaten the daisy first, which was in my pipe also by the way, it is a strong antidote to the dreamflower's petal. But you chose unwisely, ordering your assistant to take the daisy. And you chose foolishly again when you didn't pay attention to him. 'The Trojan's Gift' is an apt name for the dreamflower, as you have experienced yourself. I accepted the offer you gave in exchange for my gift: Yourself. Keep your money, unwise woman. You gave more away than you may realize; another mistake you made when you gave up the other two petals. The dreamflower is rare; you would have made a fortune with it as I'm sure you're seeing by now. But you wasted your chances, again and again, because of your arrogance. Begone from this mountain, which shall stay dedicated to Mother Earth, for now and forever. And use the gift you've received from her wisely, the gift of nature which you had forgotten, and which is sacred to her, continuing the circle of life. Take it with you and begone."




The Gift



Joanna just nodded and collected her clothing. Still shaking she put them on with the help of George, under the stern view of the supposedly wild man. Then the auburn haired president of aspiring Styrgon Industries went away from the plateau, guided and supported by her assistant, never to return and changed forever.



The Gift



The note read "...put these on and wait for me. I'll be there promptly at 9." A slight turn of her head allowed her to see that it was 8:30. A shiver of excitement went through her. "It's only thirty minutes." she whispered. "I know I can handle that." She took the heels and the blindfold to the bedroom with her while she undressed. Each item of clothing removed with care and properly folded, left upon the corner of her dresser. She sat upon the bed, wearing nothing. The soft comforter felt good under her naked bottom. The way her hair brushed along her back made her shiver. The silky tresses moved with her as she bent forward, slipping her foot into the high heeled shoe. 

Her fingers slid the straps around her ankle and up her calf, tying the bow at her base of her knee. It was like nothing she could describe, the growing feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The warm tight sensation, tugging at her core as she wondered what the gift was. The other heel was slipped on, smoothing the silk ties over her ankle and up her calf, criss-crossing the straps, finishing by tying it just behind her knee. She pressed the mattress on either side of her hips as she pushed up to stand, testing the shoes. She walked back and forth, feeling a bit taller. In doing so her shoulders were pushed back, breasts out, standing tall. 

The look was elegant and sensual. 

She placed her hand upon her belly, feeling the smooth quiver that had begun. She turned, her gaze looking at the clock as she read the time...8:40. She walked back to the bed, fingers trailing the black cotton. She pulled it up, smoothing it over her eyes and she tied it behind her head. The blindfold completely obscuring her sight . It was an odd feeling, being deprived of sight. Her hands reaching out before her, testing the blindfold. She moved forward with slow steps till she found the chair and sat. Her body leaned back along the soft velvety fabric. Her hands moving over it as she caressed the thick armrests. She laid her head back along the top and she sighed - now to wait upon him and the gift.

She didn't have to wait long, the clock from in the kitchen struck nine, chimes alerting her to its arrival. The opening of the door and hushed voice now drifted to her ears. She sat up straight, head turning towards the sounds, blindly. Her voice soft and curious "Baby, is that you?" He smiled and nodded, pointing with his finger to the bathroom just off of the bedroom, the girl with him moving quietly there to change. He moved to her side, trailing his index finger down the slope of her arm, making her jump. "Ohhh, I like this already." he said. His deep voice sounding in her ear as he leaned in and whispered, 

"Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Yes, I am." 

He grinned, pulling back to undress. The sound of his belt buckle being undone had her squirm to the edge of her seat. The blood rushing through her body, pooling in heated desire. She whispered, 

"What do you want me to do?" 

He answered her by brushing her lips with his engorged cock. She jumped and then realized what it was, lapping at it as he slid his hand along the back of her head. The tickle of her tongue had him groaning as the other female walked back into the room naked. She watched and her hand slid between her thighs, caressing the ache the sight caused her. He allowed her the pleasure of sucking his cock for only a moment before he stepped back, letting her whimper with confusion. 

He grinned and reached for her hand, loving the way her features showed her confusion and her body responded to her growing need for his touch. He stood her up, sitting himself down, then pulled her down on top of his lap. She squirmed, gasping as she was not given time to adjust before dropping to his lap. He spoke in her ear, almost a growl "Spread your legs, baby...thats it, drape them over the arms of the chair."

"Ok...mmm, this is really hot." she murmured.

His response came as his hand came up under her thighs and held her open "You've got no idea." 

The woman standing across from them was now licking her lips, having learned to be silent in her own pleasuring. He gestured to the girl with a nodding of his head from behind the woman on his lap. She approached and dropped to her knees, melting before them as she faced this girls spread lips. He leaned in, biting her neck with a grazing of teeth that had her tilting her head back to his shoulder, moaning lightly. The sudden feel of a tongue circling her clit had her scream, "Wh-what?...Who...ohh, my god."

"Shhhh, baby...its okay. This is your gift." 

He soothed her, his voice like a gentle caress as he calmed her, the gentle lapping of the other woman's tongue had her gasping for breath. "Ohhh, baby...mmmm." 

She could feel the juices begin running from her sweet core, the 'gift' sucking her clit now, nipping it between her teeth. Her hands gripped her breasts, kneading the tightened flesh, nipples thick and hard. His voice encouraged her to continue, encouraged the gift to continue as well. The girl now added her fingers, pushing two in and curled them to glide along her spot, making her cry out in complete loss of control. Involuntarily, her hips began to lift and pump to the fingers that felt like heaven. The girl dropped her head, lapping at his cock as he fingered his lady. Her tongue generous in the attention it gave his thick cock. 

Listening intently, she realized that his cock was being sucked and she turned her face to his, whispering "Who is that?" Her mind trying to wrap around the gender that was pleasing them both. His grunt and groan led to his answer "Shhh, just go with it." She couldn't help herself, hips rolled to meet the thrust of fingers that filled her sopping wet slit. Her lips pinked and swollen with the rush of blood to her core. The gift pulled from his cock, taking her slick fingers and rubbed the cock along the seated woman's pussy. Her fingers stroking him in conjunction, pleasuring them both as she had been asked to. 

The 'gift' was talented and lost between the confusion of not knowing its gender she started crying out in need to climax. The gift's tongue lapped, flicked and teeth were used to capture the throbbing bud. She finally released, spraying the gift's face with her juices. The gift slurped them up, laving the sensitive flesh with her tongue, sucking at the lips till she had her begging for her to stop.

"Take her juices and lube her ass for me." he said.

His words making his woman squirm with anxiousness. Her hips writhed and the gift did as she was asked to, dipping her fingers into the woman's pussy, smearing the slick juices along her tightened pink pucker. The gleam in the gift's eyes was east to define as nothing more than sheer lust. Her fingertips pushed and rubbed, coating her target till it was slippery. 

"Now, push my cock there, slut." he ordered.

All of what she was feeling and was hearing had her hot, aching to be filled again. The gift was another person to please her...him, them. She moaned as she reached for her swollen clit, touching it with the tip of her finger as she felt his mushroomed head pushed to her rosebud. The hole stretching as she was pushed down upon his thick cock. Her cry was loud, almost pained but he knew how she liked it and she knew how he liked it. 

He drove up into her slowly, while the gift used her three fingers to open the woman's dripping pussy. The muscles worked along her fingers as she could feel his cock moving in her tight channel. The gift remained silent and went back to tonguing the woman's swollen clit. He began churning his hips slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his size, then began dragging her along his shaft. The thickness of his cock fucking her in the ass had her lips parted, causing he to gasp and moan like crazy. The gift sucked on her clit now, biting it and rolling it between thumb and index finger. The combination had her exploding in no time. 

Breathlessly she was bounced on his cock, feeling him swell even more before filling her tight channel with his seed. The hot sticky spurts coating her cavity. When he pulled from her quaking body she whimpered. He pushed her lightly forward so that she could stand and the gift moved to clean his cock. Her tongue dragging every inch and sucking till he was clean. The gift moved to the bed now, laying there with her body aligned to be used, blue eyes misty with lust. 

He moved up behind the woman, whispering in her ear,

"Now, its your turn to have some fun with your gift." 

She shivered in anticipation, still not completely sure that the gift was male or female. She walked forward, hand in his as he guided her to the bed. The gift spread her milky thighs, exposing her shaved lips and eager pussy. She reached up, grabbing her ankles, pulling them down by her ears, holding her body open as she awaited the touch of the woman. 

Easing forward on the bed, using her other senses she was not deprived of, she inched forward, smelling her way, opening her lips in surprise...was the gift another female?

What emotions and sensations shot through her? A pang of jealousy, envy, then primal instincts took over. Her hands reached forward as she lay over the edge of the bed, ass poised in the air. Her tongue lapped at unfamiliar flesh, tracing the feminine curves of the gift's sex, eliciting moans from the gift as she was being feasted from.

The woman growled as she sucked on the pink flesh, tasting the arousal that painted this girls sex. Her hunger and newfound desire at being with a woman overtook her awkwardness. Fumbling fingers now sank into her slit, opening her, curling and stroking from within. Her tongue flicking the clit like she were a pro. The gift writhed and the man snuck up behind her, his cock pointing the way as he watched his lover fucking another woman. He gripped her hips, pulling her up so he could enter her. His commanding words were,

"Fuck her cunt baby while I fuck you. Make us both cum, baby."

She found that to be a warmly accepted challenge as she slipped her fingers from the girl and she spread her slip, now using her tongue to jab deep, wiggling it within the girls walls. The fingertip used to rub her clit hard, while tonguing her pussy. He drove into her like a jack hammer, causing her to stumble through tonguing her. Moaning into this girls pussy now, she sucked and slurped, dragging her tongue and manipulating her clit. The sounds of wet flash slapping in the room drowned out the noises both women made till they all three erupted in mutual orgasm. The thick spurts of his cum matched the warm gushes that flowed from each girl, permeating the room with sex.

As all three collapsed to the bed, caressing one another he asked his lover,

"Did you like your gift?"



The Gift



A Tribute—A Surreptitious Sight 

" I must never see you." She said. "No one must see you come or go. Is that clear."

"O.K I'll quietly slip in, accept your gift, and leave"

"Good."

"And, thanks is advance." 

Phyllis and I had known each other for a life-time. As kids, we had lived two blocks apart, and had gone to the same schools from kindergarten to high school. We saw a lot of each other when I played basketball and she was on the drill team. But for reasons neither of us could explain, we had never dated. Yet, there were times, across the years, when an urgent attraction burned between us. We sensed it, but never acted on it. 

"Lyle," she said one day as she walked by me on the basketball, "Ýou're kinda cute, you know that?" A thrill had coursed through me as I gazed at her long shapely legs tapering up to firm round buttocks and bulging breasts harnessed in a green and white striped blouse. Her words stirred me, but with other boys on the court, a shyness swept over me and my only response was a broad grin and cop a neat basket from center court. 

"Whoo! I'm scared o' you!" she said, and glided away. That was the closest we had come to expressing true feelings, but I never forgot that magic moment, nor the sway of her hips as she moved on. 

We drifted apart when she moved to California to attend college, and I joined the Air Force. I had finished college, married and divorced, and she too had married and separated. Now, we were back home in San Antonio, Texas. She had a job as an executive with an Insurance Company, and I as a retired colonel, working as a civilian manager at a local industrial company. A year ago we had met at a party and were reintroduced by mutual friends. Since then, we had kept up steady correspondence both on the telephone and by electronic mail. We still had not dated, even though our phone conversations became less guarded and more personal. What was happening now, however, came as a total surprise to me. It held promise to kick our relationship to another level entirely. 

" Great. You'll find the key under the doormat. Place it on the credenza as you leave."

"Thanks."

" Tomorrow, then. Two p.m. sharp." 

"That's a date."

"Yes, and more. I'll be looking forward to it." 

At one time when we were both about fifteen, we were sure we had been soul mates in past lives. Now, with the passing years, we were both pursuing our professional interests. She was single, and I was in a complicated relationship that hindered a full pursuing of our strong attractions. Whenever we could, we still had long talks about every imaginable subject. In a recent conversation, I ventured to voice my attraction to her, and my appreciation for her beauty.

" Your physical beauty has always been breathtaking, despite your modesty." 

"Really?" 

"Yep. Know when I really began to notice you?"

"That day on the basketball court when you told m I was cute."

"Oh yeah! The day you showed off and landed that basket from center court. That gave me goose pimples, I remember that."

"You did? I never knew."

There's a lot about me that you never knew."

"Wow! I guess so. I've always felt so shy around you."

"That I could tell. Even when I tried to send you some strong signals."

"I just thought you were being nice. I felt that you were such a proper girl. Nice, but proper."

"Well, you never heard that under a cheerful chimney, blazes a roaring fire?"

"I've heard. But I could never imagine that with you." 

"Hah! I gave you no reason to have me on a pedestal!" 

"I guess my mother shaped me that way.. We were trained to respect girls."

"I see. So, does respect mean girls are like eggs that break easily?"

" I suppose. It has been hard at times to restrain myself from blurting out my feelings. Especially when saw you with other boys. Even now, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to see you as you truly are." 

"Your attraction to me has been clear, Lyle. Truth be told, I still find you very handsome." 

"That's good to know. Makes it easier for me to express my feelings."

"I don't bite." 

"I know that. But I still hold back from fully expressing myself." 

"And what is it you so badly want to say?" 

" I told you. I'd love to see you undressed." 

"Hah! Even without clothes, I'm just plain ol' me. Nothing special." She giggled.

"That's a matter of opinion. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, remember."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

"I always thought those were just kind words from a good friend.

"I've never been more serious than when I told you that you'd be the best gift I could have for my birthday."

"And when did you say your birthday was?"

"Next Tuesday. I'll be forty-nine."

"Poor man. Welcome to the club, flirting, like me, with the big Five –O, huh? 

"Yup, no easier than flirting with you. Makes me feel almost over the hill. Time just seems to be running out for us. I've been chasing you for a lifetime, know that?"

"Uh huh! And what did you say you'd like for your birthday?"

"A vision of you, Phyllis, in all the glory of your natural goodness."

"We..ell, that could be arranged, with certain conditions... "

"Name it. Conditions will be respected."

" I'll make your birthday wish come true, Lyle, however, we must never speak to, or touch each other. Is that clear? And, as soon as the gift is given, you must leave immediately. Are my conditions accepted?"

"Fully understood and accepted." My breath heaved, becoming ragged. 

"Good. Directions will be given later. OK?"

"Fine."

She hung up the phone, leaving me in desperate need of closure. 

Then she had e-mailed, giving the street address and directions to her townhouse. Now, she made another contact to share final instructions. I was to arrive at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, take the stairs to the second floor, go down the hallway, and turn right into a small day room with a couch against the far wall. I was to make myself comfortable on the couch and partly close the unlocked door, leaving it only ajar enough to look across into a bedroom with a full-length mirror directly in front of me. I became a fevered bundle of nerves as the hours slowly dragged on to the appointed time. 

I awoke, trembling, in the early hours of the morning of my birthday. The first thing I did was unplug my telephone that linked me to the outside world. I also turned off my cell phone. The resulting silence was jarring. Droning sounds of appliances seemed louder than usual. Air blowing air from the weather conditioner sounded like a storm.

My thoughts whirred to all my family and friends who would be calling to wish me happy birthday. I ached for connection. In the boisterous silence, I stared at the telephone and struggled with the urge to plug it in. A strong urge filled me to call Phyllis and get some assurance from her that the date was still on. I steeled myself to wait and allow the tension to build. My hunger for what was to come was a raw and gnawing need. So, I refused to turn on the phone, fearing that in the narrow window with it on, some other interloper would break my sustained longing. I wanted no distraction from what the day promised. I sweltered in my anticipation. Fantasies of what form my gift would finally take were so forceful that all attempts to stifle my imagination failed. 

I had decided that a leisurely drive of twenty-five minutes would carry me to her parking lot just a few minutes before two o'clock. I now found it strange that although we had met at so many parties, I had never known where she lived. At noon I entered the shower. I adjusted the spigot to warm and turned on the water. Lavish soap suds soothed my feverish body. When my scrubbing hand accidentally came in contact with my itching manhood, my body surged in turgid flame. The blazing passion shocked me. I trembled and quickly switched the water to full cold and cringed as the crystal spray cooled me and brought my nerves under control. I toweled dry, sprayed on cologne, and daubed on deodorant. I dressed casually, donning slacks, a sport shirt, and brown loafers. The door closed with a bang behind me, and a few shortcut steps across the paved walkway took me to my car. I warned myself to drive carefully. The last thing needed was a ticket on the way to my rendevous.

It was five minutes of two when I found the key and let myself in. As I closed the front door, and quietly took the stairs to the hiding place, I felt more like a housebreaker than a rutting buck. At two o'clock on the dot, I heard the front door open and close downstairs, A thrill made me shiver as I listened to the key turn in the lock, and the light tripping steps come closer up the stairs. Hummed stray pieces of "I'll Be Seeing You In All the Old Familiar Places" floated ahead of her. I quivered. 

There was no sign of her entering her room. A shuffling sound made me part the door slightly wider. My breath caught at the outline of a sculptured back, reflected fully framed in the wide mirror. Her body was facing a wall just beyond my sight. Her shape was that of a full length African drum, flared at the shoulders, narrowing at the waist, then widening sensuously at the rump and thighs. She wore white stretch pants that clung to her rounded buttocks. No sign underwear could be seen. I wondered if she wore panty hose, or a modest G-string. I craned my neck to see more. She reached long shapely fingers behind her, lifted, and pulled up a striped, blue and white pink tank top. As she lifted the fabric, exposing smooth tanned skin, she turned to face the mirror, but demurely turned her face to the right, making sure that her face was not revealed. Twin lavish, creamy breasts, greeted me. They were etched with wide brown aureoles spreading like light chocolate garnish against the swollen golden bulbs, each centered by lovely jutting cherry nipples. Her breasts spilled, unsheathed by bra or any apparel, and floated down to rest against an intoxicatingly smooth stomach. 

My groin throbbed in aching convulsions. My mouth opened wide. Breathing became difficult. Both of her hands trailed in slow movements against her stomach, and belly, as she turned to give me a full view of her upper torso. With eyes downcast as if in childlike modesty, she caressed each ample breast in turn, lifting them and squeezing her nipples to her lips for soft slow licks. She nursed the nipples in her mouth, leaving them moist; the soft sucking sounds streaking across the distance to my tuned ears. Her breasts responding to her suck and touch, became gorged and stood out like cantaloupes, while the nipples were large twin acorns.

Staring at me, Phyllis hooked her hands in the waist of her pants and slowly, a little at a time, lowered them. From time to time, she paused, wiggling her hips, to give me a full view of her molded belly, wide pelvic area, and downy tufts of brown pubic hairs. At last the clinging pants slipped down her knees, and I stared at her bare, mounded, creamy ass as she faced the mirror and leaned forward to let me look deep between her hairy cleft. I trembled in excitement and greed. As her eyes met mine, she lifted a foot and kicked out to free a leg of the hobbling garment. Then she kicked the other leg and stood free, and fully nude, her back shimmering in the flood flourescent light. My pulse raced. My ears rang. My breath heaved. My gorged body bulged and ached against my restricting boxers. . . 

In low and fluid motion, she turned to face me again, with her head thrown back, and her eyes dreamily half closed. For long moments, her hands moved slowly, caressing her breasts, her belly, and her lush pubic bush as she swayed in a teasing dance that gyrated her hips in a suggestive grind from side to side. One hand glided further down her body, to spread and massage her swollen lower lips and probe the pink cleft between. Her gyrating slowed as the other hand caressed her breasts, squeezing gorged orbs and hard nipples. 

I could not sit still. I shoved my hips to the edge of the couch and while holding her gaze with mine, I unzipped my fly and set free by hurting prong. I began to rub my rigid pole as I watched her fingers snake deep between her smooth thighs. She spread her legs, and using her thumb and index finger, slowly unfolded her lower lips. The pink, gorged bud of her inner core lay open to my gaze. Crystal clear fluid flowed between her fingers. I watched, mesmerized, as she sank a long middle finger deep into the folds of her body. Her mouth opened and her moist tongue licked her lips. She arched her hips forward as she caressed herself. Soft whimpers escaped as she moaned and her long pink tongue licked her luscious cherry colored lips. 

Her movements increased in frenzy. She whirled around, and opened her eyes wide to stare into the mirror as she showed her busy hands at work deep in her muff. I realized that her actions were more than a gift for me. The passion of my Princess conveyed a hunger that was as much thrill of exhibition and masturbatory fulfillment as it was the igniting of her silent voyeuristic admirer whom she knew was by now smoldering in intense heat.

What she now saw caused her startled eyes to widen in shock and lust. I was on my knees, crumpled pants dragging on the floor, my hands clasping my gorged manhood. My fist was pumping furiously as with glazed, passion-filled eyes, I stared at her. 

As if rushing hastily to keep some urgent appointment, her hands repeatedly stabbed her body, now on tiptoe, as her hips drove forward to meet her finger. Her thighs trembled. Her smoldering eyes burned mine as we stared fully at each other through the mirror. Our fisting hands matched each other in intensity. With a wild abandon, she drove her pelvis forward as her clenched ass shimmied to a final passionate crescendo of pulsing fulfillment. Her guttural moan tumbled across the hallway to me as she crumbled to the floor. Her jerking body lay with legs splayed wide against the mirror, her stilled hand resting between her thighs. After silent moments, her heaving slowed and she turned toward me. 

My closed fist, dripping with moisture, jerked my pole to a final spasmic climax. I too toppled in a crumpled mass on the floor, heaving heavily as my hands squeezed the last vestige of moisture from my body. As I twitched, she looked fully at me and mouthed the words "Happy Birthday". Then with faint smile, she turned her face away and signaled with a slight movement of her hand that it was time for me to go.



The Gift



They had met a little over a month ago. The club was a favorite hangout for amateur musicians. Kat enjoyed going there and had been doing so for quite some time, often just hanging out with friends, listening to music, and finally urged to play a couple of her own favorite songs on the guitar. It had been after she'd just finished playing and had gone back to take her seat, the high of excitement in having just finished still with her as she glanced up and saw him, the same guy she had briefly spotted while she had been playing, the look in his eyes as he watched her so intently. As she walked back to sit at the booth where her friends were, she walked by where he was sitting just as he stood preparing to go up onto the stage himself. 

"Enjoyed it," he said smiling at her. "Would like to talk to you after I'm done if you're willing," he said getting a nod yes that she'd like that.

Kat retook her seat at the booth she'd been sitting at with her friends. "You know him?" Amanda asked.

"No, do you?"

"Not personally no," Amanda responded. "All I do know is, that his names Brett and he plays with one of the local bands here, understand he's pretty good too!"

"Looks pretty good too," Kat said just under her breath as she watched him setting up and begin playing.

Brett as she now knew his name was extremely tall, well over six feet with extremely long dark hair, a mustache and matching goatee, along with several interesting tattoos which she now admired, especially as Kat had several of her own.

As she sat listening to him play his guitar, she felt herself becoming aroused, wondering what it might be that he wanted to talk to her about, her mind already imagining what it might be like to make love with him. It had in fact been a while since she'd been involved in a relationship with anyone she really cared about. And to be perfectly honest about it, she'd been rather horny lately, and masturbation just wasn't cutting it any more either. And not that she didn't have plenty of guys that she knew, many of which had hit on her at the club, though she just wasn't interested in most of them for one reason or another.

At five-six, Kat was the very attractive, somewhat typical blue-eyed blonde with one major difference, she certainly wasn't dumb or scattered brained, knew what she wanted...especially in a man, and also knew when to show off her voluptuously shaped body, and when not to.

As it turned out, this was one of those nights when she was in fact showing off a bit, since she also knew she'd be performing on stage as it were, and a little hint of her sexuality went a long way in exciting the crowd and more than ever now was thankful that she had been.

Kat had worn a fairly short skirt, showing off her shapely legs, her white blouse somewhat see through, though she was also wearing a black lace bra beneath it for a sexy contrast which had really hinted at her lovely full breasts without really showing them. Her long blonde hair seductively falling across one eye as she played, brushing it out of the way, spotting Brett briefly that first time as he sat there, though then she hadn't known his name. Now however, it was her turn to ogle him, listening to him play, his hands and fingers a blur upon the strings, mesmerizing in a way, as was his look as he turned to face her, playing for her as she locked eyes with him listening.

"That was incredible!" she said honestly when he'd finished, coming back asking if he could join them for a quick drink.

"Thanks," he said simply. "Enjoyed listening to you too," he added, "Might be fun to see if we could do something together sometime."

"Wow, really? I'd like that!" she smiled, chills already traveling up and down her spine as he sat next to her, the simple movement of his thigh suddenly pressing against hers more than enough to cause that.

They had chatted for a while, had their drink together, and then he had told her he had an early day in the morning and unfortunately had to leave. Scribbling his number on a napkin, he handed it to her.

"If you're interested, give me a call," he'd told her. Kat smiled, he hadn't asked her for her number, leaving it up to her to decide if she wanted to see him again, learn more about him, which is how it had all begun actually as she sat at the counter of another bar. This one a place she wasn't all that familiar with, waiting for him to arrive which is where he said he would meet her at. In the short time she had known him, he had already figured out her inner most secrets and desires, her sometimes shy inhibited side suddenly exploited, turned upside down and inside out. At first, a little unnerving, especially for her, but she found from it an excitement and pleasure she had never known before.

As Kat sat sipping her drink waiting for Brett to arrive, she recalled their very first real evening out together.

#

She had called him the following day, something out of character for her perhaps, but he was obviously delighted that she had by the tone of his voice.

"So, you doing anything on Friday?" he'd asked.

"Nothing planned," she'd told him, though she had in fact planned on going out to the club once again with her friends, plans that she was more than happy to cancel.

"Cool, how'd you like to go see Metallica with me?"

"You're kidding right?" she'd said excitedly. "That concerts been sold out for over a month!"

"So that means you're interested?"

"Hell yes!" she'd said enthusiastically.

"Pick you up at six-thirty then, grab a bite to eat and then go," he told her soon after getting the address where she lived from her.

"Just one thing," he then said, "Something I'd like you to do for me if you would."

"Ok," she hesitated wondering, but already knowing she would do just about anything he asked her as long as it wasn't too far out there.

"I'd love it if you'd wear the same outfit you wore the other night," he'd said. She was smiling to herself hearing him say that.

"So, he liked the way I looked did he?" she thought to herself.

"But with one tiny little difference, if you're willing to do it for me," he finished.

"Oh? And what would that be?" she asked curiously.

"Don't wear the bra. I'd really enjoy seeing you in that particular blouse without one."

Kat actually sat there considering it for a moment before answering. "Let me think about that," she said honestly. "But even if I do decide to wear one, does that mean no concert?"

He laughed, "No...of course not. Was just curious to see if you would, that's all."

And Kat had spent some time thinking about it, had finally put on the blouse without one, looking at herself. There was just enough of a pattern in front to somewhat conceal her nipples, though the rest of the blouse clearly revealed the shadowed softness of her full breasts hidden beneath. It was an adventurous thing for her to do, but she honestly did like the way she looked, and knowing that Brett would too, she set aside her insecurity about being that revealed, even if she really wasn't as she considered it, and met him at the door with a smile on his face as he stood there admiring her.

"Thank you!" he'd said, even leaning forward to give her a quick brief kiss, and then a second one as she warmed to the first, leaning forward for the second, which they shared considerably longer there in her doorway.

The concert itself as she knew it would be was as good as always. They'd stepped out into the night heading back towards his car, the parking lot already a crowded mess as everyone sat waiting trying to get out of the lot ahead of everyone else.

"You in any kind of a hurry?" he'd asked.

"No, not really," she said perfectly content to sit there with him and let the crazy one's in a hurry get out in order to do so without becoming a part of it themselves.

Once again he leaned over to kiss her, doing so, which she'd honestly been hoping he'd do. But as he did, she also felt his hand resting lightly on her side just beneath her bare breast though he hadn't as yet made any indication he would attempt to touch her. And she found herself sitting there wondering for a moment if she'd allow him to continue doing so if he made the attempt. The arousal she'd been feeling all night as she sat next to him, laughing, appreciating the music together, letting it awaken her desires even though she didn't realize it at the time. Before she knew it, she had placed her hand on his, lifting it, placing it against her breast before he had.

To her surprise however, he had given her a small quick affectionate squeeze in being told that it was "ok," but had removed his hand from her. "You're not ready for that yet," he'd said shocking her slightly.

"What do you mean?" she'd asked. "Certainly just touching my tits isn't moving too fast now is it?"

"No, not exactly," he'd said looking at her. "But you don't want just that, I can see it in your eyes. But you need to realize what it is that you do want. Copping a feel in the front seat of my car isn't it. There's more to you than just that, I know it, and you know it, even if you don't realize it yet," he told her.

"Ok Brett? I'm not sure I'm really following you here," she told him.

He sat looking at her in silence for a moment as the parking lot slowly cleared out, enough so that he started up the car without responding. He pulled out onto the street.

"I know this is going to sound a little conceited perhaps, even a bit crass, but the reality is this, I've been out with enough women to know which ones are just going through the motions, and which women are genuinely enthusiastic about enjoying life, and that includes being willing enough to be a bit more daring than someone else is. That's what I'm looking for, and I think you could be that kind of woman, even if you don't think that you are. But...it's up to you to decide that. So, I'll give you something to think about here. We've got just a couple of miles before we reach the highway, by the time we do, you'll tell me whether you'd prefer I take you back home, or that we go to the club for a couple of drinks, and then see what happens after that." 

Kat was curious, she still didn't know what he was alluding to with regards to herself, but she was also willing to find out. "Ok, so tell me what it is."

He glanced over towards her in the semi darkness as they drove along. "When I asked you earlier if you'd be willing to go without a bra tonight, and then arriving at your door and finding that you'd done as I asked, told me then that you were at least gusty enough to go outside of your obvious comfort zone, and that meant a lot to me. So now...I'm going to ask you to do that again if you're willing. But like I said, if you're not, that's ok too, just wanted you to know before I asked you."

"Asked me what?" she again questioned curiously, somewhat nervously.

"Take off the blouse."

"Here? Now?"

He didn't answer her, just continued to look forward eyes on the road. There was a long drawn out silence between them as they continued to drive along, Kat knowing that the turn off was just up ahead now, as was her decision.

"That's seriously what you want me to do, show you my boobs?"

He finally looked over at her, the intersection already looming just up ahead.

"It's not just about staring at your boobs," he said. "It's about your willingness to do something without really questioning it, to allow yourself to experience something, allow yourself to find excitement, arousal in even the small things. If you can do that, if you can begin to trust me, then you'll find yourself enjoying things in ways you've never even begun to imagine. But like I said...it's entirely up to you. So...which way?" he asked as he slowed the car.

Kat looked into the rear view mirror, there was traffic coming up from behind them. For a moment she almost told him to take her home, but the moment that very thought entered her mind, she knew it wasn't what she really wanted either. Without another word, she began undoing the buttons on her blouse. As she did, Brett signaled and turned into the left-hand turn lane, which would put them onto the road heading back towards the club.

To her surprise, she found herself sitting there next to him with her breasts fully exposed. Simultaneously, she felt the tingle of her nipples as they hardened, perhaps caused by the slightly additional coolness of the night, but she knew the reality was, she truly was excited. Sitting there beside him as she was, her breasts fully revealed, though he had made no such motion to reach over and touch her, just the thought of him perhaps doing so had heightened her desire and want for allowing him to do just that if he eventually did.

"You really do have beautiful breasts," he told her, saying again, 'Thank you." They were less than a mile away from the club. "Go ahead Kat, you can put your blouse back on now."

#

It had been like that ever since then. It had been nearly a month now and aside from his kissing her, which she loved doing, and which he found quite enjoyable as well, the only time he had even touched her was when she had placed his hand upon her own breast that one brief time after the concert. Since then, she had in fact bared her breasts for him whenever he'd asked her to do so, sometimes for only a few minutes just prior to dropping her off at home, or once just after pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant he'd taken her to, watching her unbutton her blouse, only to rebutton it a moment or two later once she had before going inside to eat.

In a way, she thought it strange, sometimes wondering if Brett was actually treating her a little too strangely, but then suddenly anxious to hear from him again after a day or two had gone by without a single phone call.

And now, here she was sitting in an unfamiliar bar waiting for him. He had called her earlier, told her where to meet him and when. He had once again told her what he'd like her to wear, so she had, another short skirt, a tight pullover sweater, and no bra. She had gotten used to dressing for him this way now, though it was starting to drive her a little crazy that he hadn't touched her yet. 

She had arrived on time, even a few minutes earlier than he'd asked her to. She glanced at her watch, it was fifteen to seven, a bit early perhaps, only a few patrons had come in, one or two other couples was all, but she had also noticed as the signs had indicated that it was "ladies night" Thursday, drinks were half-priced for the women, so she ordered a second one, once again looking about the room and discovered that there were far more single women who'd begun arriving, still only the two other couples. And then finally saw Brett as he came in already heading towards her.

He took the stool next to her. "You're late," she said with a smile, not meaning it in a nasty way whatsoever.

"Didn't tell you I'd be here when I asked you to be," he said indifferently, taking a small box out of his coat pocket setting it down on the bar as he ordered himself a drink. "Saw you arrive in fact," he then admitted smiling at her mysteriously.

"Why didn't you come in if you saw me arrive?" she asked.

"Anticipation for one," he answered grinning back at her, his hand still resting on top of the box, whatever that was. "And two, to let you relax a little, have a drink, order another, which you've already done," he said still smiling as she took another sip of her drink, her curiosity now getting the best of her.

"What's in the box?"

"A special little gift for you," he said. "Something you might enjoy, for me..." he added once again cryptically. He then showed her something else he held in his hand, which she hadn't seen until now. It was small, looked a little like the kind of remote control you would use for a car to unlock it, but there weren't any keys with it.

"What's that for?"

"For this," he said once again indicating the box. "But you might want to take it into the bathroom before opening it," he suggested. "After that, it's up to you."

Kat slid off the stool taking up the box. Brett caught her hand briefly. "You'll have five minutes," he told her once again cryptically. 

"Five minutes to do what?" she asked.

"You'll know what," he said glancing down at his watch.

Kat took the box, glancing back towards him briefly as she entered the women's restroom, but he was still looking at his watch even as she did so.

There was no one else inside, even so, she entered one of the stalls shutting the door securing it before opening the box. She sat there staring at it. She knew what it was, she'd seen them before though she had never used one. And this was one of the expensive ones too as she considered it. All of the others she'd seen or had heard about previously had connected wires leading to the remote. This one had a chip inside that could be activated without the wires, totally remote.

"He can't be serious!" she thought to herself though she removed the small silver colored cylinder from the box holding it within her hand for a moment. Mentally, she knew she had but a couple of additional minutes to decide. "Decide what?" she asked herself. "Does he really expect me to put this in?" she again asked, already knowing the answer to that. He did. But...would she? Could she actually do that? What would happen if she did?

#

She was walking towards him when she felt the first faint tingle deep inside her pussy. She faltered only briefly continuing on as she stared straight ahead taking her seat next to him once again.

"Like it?" he asked.

"How you even know I decided to put it in?" she shot back, almost immediately feeling the intensity of the vibrations turned full up inside her.

"Ok, Ok!" she quivered, "Fuck!" she said just under her breath. Brett laughed though she felt the gentle pleasuring hum become nothing more than a sensitive tickle.

"So now what?" she asked.

"So now we just have a little fun and enjoy the evening," he told her. "A very special evening with everything I have planned," he added without telling her anything more, though he did add. "And depending on how things go here tonight, maybe later there will be something even more special that I will share with you."

"Oh?"

But Brett didn't elaborate further, though he did gently increase the vibrating hum just a titch, causing her to squirm briefly for a moment while she got used to it.

"You purposely trying to drive me crazy here?" she asked once again sipping her drink, though as her pussy convulsed, she found herself draining it instead.

"Easy on the booze honey," Brett told her. "We've got a long...long night ahead of us, and I don't have any intention of getting you too drunk to enjoy it either." Brett stood retrieving their drinks. "It's starting to fill up, let's go grab us a booth before they're all gone."

The place was indeed beginning to fill up. Before long, not only was the music louder, but also several were out dancing on the floor, most of them women dancing with women. Kat realized as they sat watching, the gentle hum between her legs now more of a pleasured reminder, keeping her aroused yes, but not nearly at the edge like she'd been too close to a while ago.

"This isn't just ladies night now is it?" she stated confirming it for herself as some of the women who were dancing had obvious masculine like characteristics about them, though many others were for her a conundrum, too hard to tell one way or the other, though it was also possible, some girls were just there for the inexpensive drinks and a night out with their girl friends, that...and to dabble perhaps with their own curiosities in an atmosphere that was rich with the possibility of it.

Brett nodded his head towards another table where two girls sat watching a couple of their other friends dancing. "See the brunette?" he asked.




The Gift



"Yeah?"

"Go ask her to dance," he said.

"What?"

Once again Brett sat silently just looking at her. He never said twice to her what he knew she had heard the first time, even if she always tended to ask him again. She glanced back towards the brunette. She really was attractive.

"Just ask her to dance, if she says no...she says no. No big deal," Brett told her.

Kat stood, Brett once again grabbing her hand briefly. "But if she does, after the dance, invite her back here for a drink with us afterwards," he added. Releasing her hand, Kat headed over towards the table, stood just behind for a moment gathering herself until she felt a sudden increase of pleasured tickling between her legs, she almost jumped at it, moving towards the brunette as the vibrations once again simmered down.

To her surprise, the brunette who introduced herself as Mandy accepted her offer, moving out with her to the floor as they danced closely together to a slow sensual song that soon turned into a fiery beat as though passing from quiet foreplay into hot passionate lovemaking as it went. She felt the other woman pressing against her at one point, her own breasts also full and firm against her back, hands slithering up and down Kat's sides as they swayed in tempo to the beat together, though Kat also was forced to endure another kind of beat, one that gradually got more and more intense just as the music did. She had in fact nearly climaxed when the song ended, along with the purring rush of ecstasy between her legs.

"Care to join us for a drink?" she'd asked showing Mandy where Brett was sitting having been watching them.

"Sure," Mandy said following her over. Kat slid in next to Brett, with Mandy slipping into the booth on the other side of her. Moments later a waitress had taken their fresh drink orders and left.

"You two looked very erotic together out on the floor," Brett stated easily. Kat blushed, Mandy did as well, though she was smiling at Kat. "Yeah, that was pretty hot," she admitted. "You're girlfriends very sexy."

"Thank you," Kat said. "So are you."

"Did you like the way her breasts felt pressed against your back?" Brett asked stating the obvious. Obviously there was no denying that she had been.

"Yeah, that was nice," Kat said nervously, but saw a smile of delight cross Mandy's face as she admitted to it.

"You should show her your tits," Brett suggested, "Before the waitress comes back with our drinks." Mandy's eye widened as Brett said that, but she was obviously interested in actually seeing them. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine," she offered in response to that, giggling a little after she'd said it.

Kat took a real quick look around, no one was really looking their way at the moment, so she lifted her sweater, her breasts revealed just for a moment as she secreted them away once again, feeling the unexpected exhilaration of having done that, even though it had been only a very brief exposure.

"Nice tits!" Mandy exclaimed appreciatively. "Mine aren't nearly as pretty as yours are...but, here they are!" She too then lifted her tee shirt confirming the fact she too had been braless, which Kat now realized Brett had learned earlier on, targeting the Brunette just for that very reason. She soon lowered her own shirt, once again covering herself however just seconds before the waitress arrived with their drinks.

"Would you mind if she touched them a little?" Brett asked for Kat, surprising her with this unexpected request.

"Only if I get to touch hers a little too," she stated.

"Kat?" Brett asked, as she sat there, the sudden increase once again of the pleasured egg between her legs making her decision an easy one.

"Fuck yeah!" she said fighting through the sudden intake of breath, though this time Brett didn't turn down the humming pleasure now working her clit quite as quickly as he'd been doing.

Mandy lifted one side of her tee shirt, her bare breast suddenly available as Kat reached out, caressing and fondling it for a few pleasurable moments.

"How'd that feel Kat?" Brett asked. "Feel nice playing with her soft tits?"

"Oh yeah," she moaned, unable to do much of anything else at the moment as Brett increased the vibrating pleasure until it was nearly full on once again.

"Would you like to know a secret Mandy?" Brett asked her. Kat knew what was coming, but at the moment, she was so aroused she could have cared less.

"Sure!" she again stated, almost reluctantly covering her exposed boob once again.

"Well it's pretty naughty," he said teasingly, though immediately garnering her interest as she leaned over so he could share whatever secret it was he had with her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You see, Kat here has a vibrating egg inside her pussy right now, and I've been turning it up and down all evening long. Right now, she's hovering right on the edge I think...aren't you Kat?" He asked.

"Yes, yes!" Kat moaned audibly confirming it.

"No fucking shit! Really? She is?"

"Oh yeah, she is aren't you baby?"

"Ah huh," Kat said almost closing her eyes now with the pleasured sweetness of it.

"Go ahead Mandy, stick your hand between her legs, see if you can feel the vibrations."

Kat felt her doing so, felt her hand as it pressed curiously against her sex, the sudden exploration of a single finger, finding her pleasured warmth, pushing aside the thin strip of her panties until her neither lips were being caressed, the addition of a finger now worming itself inside her, finding the vibrating egg that continued to purr pleasurably, wickedly inside.

"Oh that's fucking hot!" Mandy expressed still continuing to finger fuck Kat's cunt.

"Would you like to help me make her cum Mandy?" Brett asked. "Would you enjoy seeing Kat climax right here, sitting between us, without anyone else but the three of us knowing that she is?"

"Hell yes!" Mandy exclaimed excitedly. "But after that...I think I'd enjoy doing that too!"

"Sounds fair to me, what do you think Kat?" Brett asked her. "After she's helped you to cum, think you'd be willing to help her out a little?"

"Fuck yes!" Kate nearly spat. "But do it, do it soon...you two are driving me insane!"

Suddenly the vibrations stopped. "Nah, not yet...not quite yet, you're still not horny enough," Brett told her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kat stated.

"No...in fact Kat, I'm not. In fact, I think that I'd like to see you going down on one another, how's that sound Mandy? You game for that?"

Kat looked at Brett quizzingly, "Really? That's what you'd like to see?" she asked.

"I would yes...but only if you'd like to feel that," he told her. "Up to you though, if not, then we'll just let you cum right now, so...which is it? What would you like to feel or experience Kat?" Brett asked her seriously.

"Where?" 

Brett smiled, "Where else...outside!"

#

Minutes later the three of them walked outside together heading towards the back of the lot where Brett had parked his car early on. Kat noticed he had parked it on the last row against the fence, backing it in. "Oh, so is this why you wanted to come early? Just so you could get this spot?" she asked.

"Maybe...maybe not," he said smiling, opening the passenger side door, leaving it so. "Sit here Mandy," Brett said suggesting to her to sit on the seat as Kat stood in front of her in the doorway, Brett standing behind. "Don't worry, I'll be keeping an eye out for anyone just in case," he assured them.

Eagerly, Mandy helped Kat with her skirt and thong, removing them completely so that she now stood nearly naked between them. And then for the first time, as Mandy leaned forward running her tongue gingerly between Kat's swollen puffy lips, Brett placed his hands beneath her sweater, cupping her breasts within his hands, kneading them gently, fingering her rock hard pointed little nipples. "Now Mandy, eat her pussy, eat it good and get her off really, really well."

Whether she would have admitted it or not, Kat was hot, more aroused than she'd ever been before in her entire life. And here she was, standing behind an open door in the parking lot, basically naked, another woman sitting down in front of her licking her cunt, Brett standing behind her, now openly and happily fondling her boobs, something she'd been fantasizing and dreaming about for weeks now, though not entirely the way it was actually happening at the moment, but still.

"Oh, you've got great tits babe!" he told her nuzzling her neck, kissing her, causing a flood of chills to race up and down her spine as he did so, as his fingers danced playfully, pleasurably about her hard erect nipples, just as Mandy's tongue was also doing to her super sensitive little clit. "You like the feel of her tongue in your pussy baby?" he asked.

"Yes!" Kat moaned conceding the point.

"Suck her clit Mandy," Brett told her. "Suck it and finger fuck her cunt while I turn this on again," he added giving her the barest of warnings as to what he was about to do.

"Oh my God!" Kat wailed a second after that, the intensity of the vibrating egg deep inside, the capture of her swollen hard clit between Mandy's lips, and the pressure of her nipples suddenly being stretched, twisted and pulled on all at once, sent her over the cataclysmic edge of ecstasy into total unbridled oblivion!

Still trying to catch her own breath as Brett now supported her, the girls soon after switched places.

"Take it out and put it inside her," he said. Kat did so, wiping her own cum off it with her panties, and then slipping it inside Mandy's equally wet passage. "Ever licked another girls pussy before?" he asked curiously.

"No...fingered a girl once, but that's about all," she admitted nervously.

"Go ahead," Brett urged her as Mandy stood spreading her legs allowing Kat easier access as Brett turned on the vibrating egg, though starting out with the lowest setting as she began gently flicking her tongue out at the other girls exposed clit as she stood, holding her legs apart, her hands likewise spreading her pussy lips apart even more so.

"Oh yeah, nice looking clit isn't it?" Brett said standing beside the two of them, his hands once again reaching out, this time finding one of Kat's breasts, as well as one of Mandy's as he stood fondling each simultaneously. "Go on baby...lick it."

Kat did. Spearing the tiny little pink knot with her tongue, she lapped at it playfully, feeling Mandy shudder with pleasure as she did. Sliding her tongue between her neither lips, she tasted the sweetness of the woman's pussy, wondering as she did if her own juices tasted even half as sweet as Mandy's did.

"Oh yeah baby, lick it! Lick it! That's fucking hot!" Brett encouraged her. Kat enjoyed the sensation of Brett's hand once again fondling her breast as well, though she also knew he was still playing with one of Mandy's too, yet it aroused her knowing that he was as she licked and sucked Mandy's cunt even more excitedly, the heat of her arousal once again flaring deep inside her own pussy.

Kat was surprised when she noticed after a few more moments of this that Brett had let go of her breast, as well as Mandy's, she heard the zipper on his jeans, and then suddenly the appearance of his hard erect prick as he stood off to the side gently stroking himself while he watched them.

Kat was so enthralled over watching Brett, the first time she'd actually even seen his erection as he stood there, that she didn't realize for a moment that Mandy was in the middle of her own climax, her hands suddenly burrowing into Kat's hair, pushing herself even more forcefully against Kat's face as she stood there, the intensity of the vibrating egg inside her cunt going wild, Kat's lips wrapped around the hard nubbin of Mandy's clit sucking it firmly as she screamed out her pleasure.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby, make her cum, make her cum nice and hard!"

#

When she'd finally recovered, Brett moved forward now standing directly in front of where Kat was still sitting inside the open door of his car. She reached out with her hand intending to touch him, but to her surprise, he turned off to one side, denying her.

"Only with your mouth," he said. "No hands. Mandy? You come stand behind me, be her hands for her and feed her my prick!"

It was Mandy's hands that now held Brett's cock, waggling it playfully, allowing the tip to caress the side of Kat's cheek before she was able to finally capture it with her mouth.

"Play with your tits," he told Kat. "That will keep your hands busy," he said grinning at her.

Admittedly, Kat enjoyed the feel of the night air as it touched her breasts, just as her own hands began doing. They could still hear the music coming from inside the bar, occasionally growing louder as people came and went, though no one had as yet approached anywhere's near where they were. Before long however, the bounce of headlights highlighted where they stood, and for a moment she panicked releasing his prick.

"Keep sucking!" he warned, "Don't worry about the fucking cars!"

Even as she heard the car pull into a space just a short distance away, the sound of doors opening, footsteps that faltered briefly and then paused, moving on after that, Kat continued her manipulations of Brett's prick, sucking it as Mandy continued fondling it, feeding it to her.

"Oh yeah, almost there," Brett announced suddenly, stepping back, forcing Kat to release his prick. "Now, jerk me off against Kat's tits," Brett told Mandy. "That's it, hold them for me honey, give me a nice sweet titty-target to shoot at!"

Kat sat watching as Mandy pumped Brett's prick off against her tits. She found herself a little jealous watching it, and though she had actually sucked him with her mouth, she had as yet to even touch him, which Mandy was happily doing, though she in fact hadn't mouthed him at all.

"Oh yeah, yeah...here it comes!" Brett announced, the explosion of his cream suddenly bursting from the tip of his cock splashing against Kat's breasts as she held them, watching in delight as Brett's spunk began to cover her breasts, rivers of his cream suddenly running down between them towards her belly. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah, that's good, that's good!" Brett cried out pleasurably as Mandy now rubbed his prick head directly back and forth across Kat's very hard very erect sweet nipples wiping the last vestiges of his sperm upon them as she did so.

#

Mandy returned back inside the bar to her friends a few minutes later, Brett then climbing into the driver's seat of his own car pulling out of the lot.

"Where are we going?" Kat asked.

"Back to my place, not too far from here. Like I told you earlier, I have a special evening planned for you," he added.

Though Kat had put her skirt and blouse back on, Brett hadn't allowed her to button it, his cream still running in little rivulets off her breasts towards her tummy. Kat continued to capture it with her fingers, finding it oddly erotic and arousing as she did.

"Just rub it into your breasts," he told her. "I love watching you touching them."

Kat did so, finding a great deal of delight in massaging in his thick cream as though it were body lotion, her breasts soon absorbing much of it into her skin.

"Just ahead now," he informed her turning onto his street. Seconds later Brett pulled into his drive, walking around the car letting her out and then escorting her inside. Kat was surprised, being a musician, she'd expected his place to be sparsely furnished, even cluttered perhaps, but it wasn't. Most of his furnishings were modernistic, a lot of glass, chrome, blacks and whites that decorated his home. Several erotic photographs, also in black and white hung framed upon his walls as they entered through the main hall leading down into an enormous and very comfortable looking living area.

"Here, this is for you," he said handing her what appeared to be some sort of a blindfold. "Go ahead, finish taking off your clothes, and then put that on. I'll guide you up the stairs," he told her smiling at her with a mischievous grin on his face, though hers was again a bit worried. "Just trust me Kat," he said softly. "I promise you, it will be worth it."

In minutes she was entirely naked, Brett had remained clothed however, guiding her towards the steps leading upstairs, she now wore only the blindfold as she held onto the railing with one hand, Brett walking beside her guiding her upwards. They soon reached the landing, where he turned her down another short hallway, the sound of a door opening as he then led her inside.

"Now, I'm going to ask you to lift your feet one at a time Kat, you'll feel me slipping something around your legs when I do. Just stand there and relax while I do it. But like I told you, just trust me."

Kat felt Brett indeed slip something around one leg as she held onto him for balance, soon after lifting the other as he repeated the process. When he'd secured both legs, he cinched up whatever it was and then began working on her arms. Kat felt some sort of loop which she soon placed an arm through, and then again the other moments later.

"Now, this is going to feel weird at first, but don't worry, you're completely safe." In the next instant she felt herself suddenly lifted, falling back though only for a moment. She realized as the fall ended suddenly that she was entirely and completely suspended. "Yeah, you're in a swing," he confirmed for her though she'd not asked the question. Even with the blindfold that she wore, he could tell by her expression that she was still somewhat confused. "Go ahead, swing yourself a little, get used to it," he told her.

Kat was surprised with the comfort and ease as she did so. In a way, it felt as though she were floating. Her arms and legs held securely, obviously restrained though supported easily as she hung there. 

"Comfy?"

"Yes," she finally responded much more relaxed now though still nervous as to what it was that Brett had in store for her. Kat jumped when she felt the sudden light touch of his hands encircling her breasts. She felt her nipples teased, immediately hardening even more than they already were. She allowed a pleasured sigh to escape her lips as he circled about her, his hands tracing imaginary patterns against her exposed flesh. Brett lifted each of her breasts slightly, allowing them to fall back comfortably against her rib cage before lifting them again, letting them fall again.

"You really do have nice tits," he told her, his fingers now flicking her nipples, not painfully so, but enough that she felt a tiny jolt of something different than she'd ever felt before. She next felt the stiff hardness of something being dragged across the top of her upper thigh, something foreign in touch that she could not place a name for. He continued to circle her, allowing the brush of whatever it was he held in his hand to cross over the tops of her breasts almost caressingly so as he did.

She felt it lift as though he'd removed it, then in a surprised sensation, she heard the sound of the brief quick slap even before she felt it, a tiny little sting, nothing really painful, though it had at first shocked her, as though it would, or actually should have been.

"Trust me," he again said softly, once again dragging what she now knew to be some sort of a soft whip, some sort of a riding crop or something once again dragging it against and over her tender flesh. She felt it now trace a line against her ass, and once again the briefest of withdrawals before hearing the sound of it, then the heat of it as it landed on her backside, causing her to wince though not with pain so much as the surprised shock of it as it landed.

"Very good," he told her as she'd managed to keep from crying out or saying anything, it hadn't really hurt that much after all, and had in fact felt pleasurable as she hung there totally helpless, thinking about it, now waiting expectantly for the next strike, welcoming it when it did.




The Gift



Brett continued to repeat this process several times, still circling about her, occasionally reaching over to lift her breasts, or play with her nipples ensuring that they remained hard, though as aroused as she certainly now was, she had no doubt that they would remain so. Her pussy too, she knew was moist, wet, and richly lathered. Brett had finally and thankfully actually dipped his finger inside her, though not quite fucking her with it, lifting her moisture, and then placing his finger tip against her own lips. "Suck it," he'd asked, which she had, pleased with her own taste, finding it even sweeter than Mandy's had been as she cleaned off his fingers completely.

After a time, she could hear Brett move away, the sound of his clothes being removed as he tossed them off to one side. Though she couldn't see him of course, her mind did, watching him undress, the memory of his stiff swollen angry looking cock as Mandy had held it teasing her face until she'd found it, capturing it with her mouth. She now felt it again, felt it as Brett placed his stiff hard cock against one of her breasts, teasing her nipples with it.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Oh...yes!" Kat sighed pleasurably, her senses somehow heightened, her nipples tingling with each touch, each slap of his prick against them as he beat her little nipples furiously for a moment before once again moving on.

She soon felt herself being lowered, though remaining suspended as she hovered just off the ground. She heard movement, felt Brett's presence now as he repositioned himself directly between her outstretched legs, which she blushed at, realizing how vulnerably open she must be, almost obscenely so as she hung there.

"God you've got a gorgeous cunt too!" he told her, confirming the fact he was gazing directly at her exposed as she was. Once again the tip of his finger introducing itself against the hardness of her clit as he spread her lips with his fingers, revealing it even more fully than it already was.

"Fuck!" Kat spat unexpectedly, for Brett's mouth had indeed found her, encircling her hard pink little nubbin, kissing it, licking it, and then sucking it softly for the briefest of moments.

She then felt his fingers once again worming around inside her, tickling and caressing her "G" spot, feeling the exquisite sensation as he did so, knowing her juices were now flowing in abundance. Taking some, she felt his finger glide against the tiny puckered opening of her ass, caressing her there, applying her juices before retrieving more, doing the same. Kat felt herself holding her breath as he did so, another finger now penetrating her pussy again, teasing and pleasing her there while the caress against her ass continued, the probes now becoming more forceful, penetrating as she heard Brett spit on her, adding to the lubrications he had already placed there. She now felt his finger slip inside, just barely, but enough so that she now felt the twin pleasured violations of both openings. Scissored, he began to finger fuck her gently, one finger still teasing her cunt, the other now playfully caressing the inside of her ass, the sensation of both sending shivers of wicked naughty delight coursing through her as she struggled against the pleasured/pain, free swinging as she was for the moment until Brett halted her movement having once again placed his mouth over her cunt kissing and licking her there.

"Holy fucking shit!" she cried out unable to keep herself from doing so. She felt almost spasmodic, her body convulsing uncontrollably, his fingers continuing to probe, speed slightly increasing as he began finger-fucking her in Ernst now, her pleasures multiplying dramatically so as he did. Her clit felt on fire, as did her ass, the finger now fully embedded inside, as was the other inside her cunt, working together, pressing one another through the smallest of membranes separating both passages.

Before she even realized it, she felt the sweetness of her climax suddenly upon her, the tingling sensation just milliseconds before the explosion that filled her head with a thousand twinkling stars of pure orgasmic delight.

#

Never before in her entire life had she climaxed like that before. The sensation of floating, spiraling out of control while she did, the intensity which gripped her, coursing through her entire being from the tips of her toes, to the top of her head, and then outward as well. Her nipples glowing hotly as though each had had hot wax poured upon them, even her finger tips grew numb from the hard-felt orgasmic delight that she succumbed to as Brett latched onto her clit, sucking it for all he was worth as she screamed out her pleasure, her voice filling the room.

Kat felt limp, drained, thoroughly exhausted, and yet...exhilarated as well. Every fiber of her entire being still tingled pleasurably, a further reminder as to the intensity that she'd just moments ago experienced. Once again, Kat felt herself being lifted, still hovering, still suspended off the ground.

She had just barely managed to catch her breath when she felt the press of Brett's prick against the opening of her pussy. She felt him as he stood there between her legs now, teasing her almost too sensitive clitoris with the tip of his cock, rubbing it back and forth, side to side, up and down until the sensitivity once again turned to pleasure causing her to moan audibly.

"Oh God...oh God!" Kat repeated, surprised yet delighted that her body could respond as quickly as it was.

She felt Brett's fullness begin to penetrate, felt her own cunt wrapping itself warmly about him as he did so, slowly moving inwards one agonizing inch at a time until he had fully and completely embedded himself inside her, where he now held himself unmoving, allowing her to accommodate herself to his thick massive erection.

"Oh Brett! Fuck me baby, fuck me!" she pleaded then, squirming about on the swing trying in vain at the moment to fuck herself upon him if she had to, though he held her in place, unmoving, though allowing her to feel the gentle twitch of his cock as it throbbed wantonly inside her.

"Say it again," he told her.

"Fuck me."

"Again!"

"Fuck me!"

"AGAIN!"

"FUCK ME!"

Each time that she had, he did. Thrusting his blood engorged prick inside her, spearing her very soul. Thrusting in and out of her repeatedly, but only as she called out, now delirious with the rapturous pleasure once again coursing through her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out over and over again until her words became unintelligible, no longer able to keep up with the intense frenzied piston-like thrusts inside her cunt as she bounced wildly still suspended within the confines of the swing.

An eternity seemed to pass, time standing still, only the renewed pleasure, even more heightened than before as it claimed her driving her on towards the brink of madness. She felt her body once again convulsing, the orgasm now more intense than any before, rolling upon her like a wave, crashing against her. She hadn't even felt it when Brett removed his cock from her, only the warm surprising spray of his own climax alerting her to the fact that he was as it landed upon her everywhere, feeling it as it splashed once again against her breasts, the side of her face, down along her tummy and even against her cunt as Brett rubbed her there, spilling his spunk against her as it continued to spew in torrents of frothy thick creamy delight.

She felt the mask that had been shielding her eyes suddenly removed, though she remained constrained, still dangling in the air. Brett stood beside her now, his prick still somewhat erect, though not quite as angry looking as she remembered seeing it before. He soothed her body, his hands once again massaging in the lotion of his spending upon her, leaning over to kiss her now as he released the pin allowing her feet to swing downwards now touching the floor. Even then, she had to stand for a moment finding her legs, her balance, her body still weak, though gloriously so from her almost too intense pleasures.

Brett now helped her out of the swing, leading her by the hand weak kneed into the shower where he washed her, soaping her sensitive skin, bathing her with gentle caresses intermingling kisses between them as he did so.

#

The sun was well up when she opened her eyes. She had gotten in late, practically morning in fact by the time Brett had driven her back to the club just so she could pick up her car.

"Well, look at what the cat dragged in, or rather should I say look at how Kat dragged in," Amanda chuckled as she walked towards the bed handing Kat a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee. And though it was already past noon, she was grateful for it, sitting up in bed, still naked, allowing the sheet to fall away from her breasts. As it did, Amanda saw a few reddish streaks still criss-crossing her flesh.

"Holy shit sweetie," Amanda stated seeing the marks. "You care to tell me about it? Obviously, you had quite the night!"

"Tell me about it," Kat said easily, still weary, feeling a little groggy as well, though even then she felt a tingle between her legs as she vividly recalled the night before.

Amanda quickly sat down on the bed next to her, wearing only a man's white tee shirt, which is what she usually wore to bed, she anxiously waited, wanting to hear all the juicy details.

"So tell me...tell me...tell me!" Amanda repeated expectantly. "How'd it go between you and Brett anyway? Looks like you finally got some, and then some!" she added smiling at her.

"Oh yeah, and then some is right," Kat continued teasing, taking another sip of coffee before putting it down on her nightstand.

Kat was in fact wide-awake now, and amazingly quite aroused. Just the thought of, the memory of, the pleasures of, the past night reawakening the desire she had felt so intensely.

"So, you want to know all the naughty, juicy intimate little details huh?" She said scooting herself back against the bed, propping her own head up against a pillow.

"Hell yes!" Amanda said excitedly. "And don't leave a single thing out either!"

"Ok I won't, but...the only way I'm going to tell you, is while you're eating me," she said, seeing the expression on Amanda's face, her eyes suddenly growing as big around as saucers.

They had been roommates for a little over two years now, and though Kat knew Amanda was truly bi-sexual, enjoying a woman every bit as much as she enjoyed being with a man, in all that time she had never once pressed or forced anything between them, though she had certainly hinted at it several times.

"Really? You're actually serious?" Amanda said looking at her, especially as Kat lay naked, almost expectantly with her head comfortably pressed against the pillow. She spread her legs then, bent at the knee. "Damn! I guess you are!" Amanda said, suddenly pulling her tee shirt up and over her head, revealing the obvious, that she too had been naked beneath it. She quickly positioned herself between Kat's legs, thrilled and delighted that this was finally happening after all this time with the two of them living together.

"Just one thing...you stop, I stop," Kat told her. "So if you want to hear it all..."

Kat felt the sweet tickling touch of Amanda's tongue as it began to dance pleasurably upon the floor of her clitoris.

"So I'm sitting there at the bar waiting for him to show up, when after a while he does, and slides this interesting little box over towards me..."



The Gift



When it comes to gift-giving, people say it's better to give than to receive. They also say it's the thought that counts and the best gifts are those that come from the heart. I've always prided myself on coming up with great gifts you can't buy in a store, because I believe the best gifts are a memorable experience that will last a lifetime.

Georgia and I had just finished our annual holiday shopping trip to the mega-mall and found a nice little bar for before dinner drinks. Neither of us had crossed off gifts for the men in our lives and it took several drinks (and no dinner) trying to come up with the perfect gift. Georgia wanted to go to an adult store, leaning toward getting a porn movie with a lot of girls masterbating since that was her mans favorite thing to watch her do. I figured some sexy lingerie would be something my man would appreciate so off we went. 

Somewhere between the bar and the adult store Georgia had an epiphany. Why not make our own movie for the boys so they could watch us masterbate for them at their leisure? We already had a hotel room booked for the night ready for the early morning post-thanksgiving day sales, I'd already purchased a digital camcorder for a gift, we had plenty of liquid courage so all we needed was some sexy lingerie and we'd be set to record our show for the boys.

Back at the hotel we poured some more wine and drew straws for who would star in the first video. Georgia got the short one. She retreated to put on her costume under her clothes. Emerging she walked to the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed and squeaked "ready." I hit record on my digital camcorder set on a tripod and whispered "action." 

She started by slowly unbuttoning her top which clung to her curves with each gesture. As she loosed the final button, she let the blouse slowly slide over her shoulders, down her back and float lightly to her feet. Her hands raised to her jet black hair and freed it from the bun letting it fall across her shoulders. Slowly, Georgia's fingers dropped to the button of her skin-tight slacks. With deliberate movements, she unzipped and peeled them away from her bronzed skin. 

Georgia stood there, wearing a sheer black bra wrapped in matching lace and matching sheer panties. Both were nearly transparent and her hardened nipples were pushing against the material. She ran her fingers through her hair and then the backs of her fingers glided down her sides to the top of her panties then back up to gently cup her full breasts. Georgia turned slowly, admired herself one last time in the mirror and then walked to the edge of the bed and crawled across it to its center where she closed her eyes and laid on her back.

I followed her movements occasionally zooming for a closer look making sure the camera was focused on the main attraction. 

Georgia's hands drifted aimlessly across her deeply tanned skin occasionally grazing the sides of her breasts or flirting with the edge of her panties. From where I stood, and through the eye of the camera zoom, I had an unobstructed view and could see the results her teasing was having, stiff nipples straining to be touched. As if she heard my thoughts, Georgia's hand reached up and cupped her breast, gently massaging its fullness and occasionally lightly pinching her nipple. Her breathing had deepened and her parted lips kissed each breath. 

I was so intent filming Georgia caress her breasts, I almost missed her other hand drift down tracing the outline of her panties. As I zoomed the camera in for a close up, I could see her well trimmed bush and even the thin line of her pussy through her transparent lingerie. I watched her slide her hand beneath her panties and begin more intent massaging of her wanting pussy. Her panties provided little more than a transparent veil from what was going on below. Her pussy swollen with excitement was begging for something and Georgia's finger slipped in to oblige. Her stokes were slow and deep and her wetness was evident with each withdrawl. 

Almost shocked back into reality, I became aware that my breathing had also picked up in intensity and I could feel the lips of my own pussy sliding together with even the slightest movement.

Georgia was really picking up the intensity, alternately rubbing and fingering herself. She had changed from lightly caressing her breasts to deep massaging and feverishly rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her back arched as she drove her hips against her fingers. It seemed only a moment before her breathing all but stopped. I watched eagerly as her entire body tightened, bracing against an orgasm. When she could no longer hold back, the waves of pleasure washed over her as joyful gasps and moans escaped her lips.

Georgia slowly removed what I now saw was two fingers from her throbbing pussy, leaving a wet trail of ecstasy across her stomach. Her eyes slowly opened and met mine in a deep relaxed gaze. "Your turn," she whispered.

Had I not been so aroused, I may have been too anxious to go on, but now, I could hardly wait. It was my turn for center stage, but my show would tell a slightly different story.

As I slipped out of my clothes and into my lingerie (I'd chosen a sheer white baby-doll top and sheer white boy-short bottoms) every touch excited me more. 

I skipped to the bed, slipped under the silky sheet, donned my white blindfold, laid my wavy blond hair on the pillow and called out "Ready." I heard Georgia call back action and knew the camera was rolling and I was the star.

I stirred ever so lightly, imagining I was waking from a long nights sleep beneath the covers. My hands, above the sheet, walked across by body which was hidden beneath. Per her earlier instruction, Georgia, slowly pulled away the sheet. I felt it glide gracefully over my breasts, across my stomach, legs and finally my feet. 

Blindfolded, I felt exposed and vulnerable and it made my body tingle. I hoped Georgia was watching me with the same enthusiasm I had watched her. 

Wasting no time, I slid my hand under my sheer top, fully aware the camera could see my slender fingers tipped with red nail polish creep up to my milky white breasts and small pink nipples. I teased myself, circling each nipple several times before pinching it. Each pinch sent sparks of electricity down my body to my aching pussy. A single button, centered between my breasts held the top together and I wasted no time freeing my body from its cage. I alternated between gentle caresses, massages and light nipple pinching. My nipples were harder than ever before. 

I was so aware of my throbbing pussy. I imagined Georgia capturing my wetness on film. She could no doubt see between my legs was void of any trace of hair and the wetness would be obvious on the tight-fitting sheer shorts. I took the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth, imagining it was Austin's cock using my tongue and lips to wet every inch then traced a line across my stomach, under my panties, and after moving up and down a few times along the entrance to my pussy, plunged in.

I was overcome with pleasure, never had I been so turned on, knowing I was the star and being watched. Intently I fingered myself, deep slow strokes at first. One finger wasn't enough, I slid in a second finger and while pumping back and forth used my thumb to rub my clit. The orgasm surprised me -- and almost as quickly as it came, it was gone. I laid there and could only think "not fair." 

Then I felt Georgia's soft, warm hand lift my own from under my panties and place my fingers in her mouth. As she licked away my wetness I couldn't help imagine how lucky the cock that found its way to her mouth. A light tingle returned to my pussy and I could feel my nipples harden once again. Blindfolded I concentrated on each of Georgia's touches. 

The fingers that had been in her mouth she lowered between her legs. Instinctively, they found her wanting pussy, wet with excitement and warm with love. As my finger parted her lips and slid inside her, a gasp escaped her lips and I felt her breath upon my face. She lowered her lips to mine and we kissed softly and passionately, interrupted only by her occasional soft moans. I could feel her breasts and especially her nipples rubbing on my own. I started to feel her pussy tighten around my fingers and quickly I withdrew them from her wetness. Georgia gasped in disappointment, but I was having way too much fun to let it end so soon. 

Grabbing her arms I flipped her to her back and with one hand held her hands above her head. With the other I removed my blindfold and used it to tie her wrists to the bedpost. Her eyes shot up at me with a mix of confusion and excitement. That's when I realized that the camera was still rolling. I gently kissed around her breasts, careful to avoid the nipples. From the corner of my eye, I could see them stretching out, yearning to be sucked. Finally I gave in and took one into my mouth, using my tongue to circle and flick it back and forth. As I slid the nipple from my mouth and gave it a little bite. Georgia's body flexed beneath me, but quickly relaxed. I did the same to the other breast and this time she moaned in anticipation of what might happen next. 

I kissed my way down her stomach, then skipped to her knees. From there I gently kissed the inside of her thighs towards her pussy stopping just short. I could smell her sweetness and was sure she could feel my breath. She arched bringing her wetness closer to me, but I retreated, enjoying the power and control I had. 

I took one of my breasts and used the stiff nipple to slowly slip up and down the lips of Georgia's wet pussy. I watched as they parted easily wanting more attention. I pushed my nipple as deep into her hole as I could and she moaned with excitement. Over and over I tit-fucked her and then abruptly stopped. This was fun. I moved back to her face and gazed deeply into her pleading eyes then brought my pussy-soaked nipple to her mouth. She wasted no time engulfing it and sucking every last bit of juice from its surface. Her body was shuddering with anticipation of what might come next. 

I straddled her breasts and slid one of her nipples into my aching pussy. I rocked back and forth trying to get it deep inside me with only limited success. I slid off her and noticed her breast glistening from my pussy. Tentatively I began to lick my own wetness from her breasts and the tangy flavor left me wanting more -- I needed to be fucked.

Grabbing Georgia's hair I straddled her face and lowered my pussy to her mouth. I felt her tongue slip back and forth along the lips of my pussy and then push past their walls inside of me. I used her locks to pull her deeper into my wetness. Her tongue slipped in and out of my pussy with each probe bringing me closer to orgasm. Finally her tongue found my throbbing clit and just when I could feel the orgasm building from all the parts of my body she turned her head away. Our eyes met and I could see she was returning my tease from moments earlier. The only way I was going to cum is if we did it together.

I turned around, facing her stomach and lowered my face between her legs, which greeted me openly. As I started to lick the lips of her pussy she began to moan and I lowered my hot pussy to her face. Together we licked, tongue-fucked and sucked each other into multiple waves of ecstasy, one on top of the other.

I unbound her and we laid together in silence for a long time, gently caressing each other's naked bodies. Georgia was the first to break the silence by asking, "Are we going to include that last part in our gifts to the boys?" 

I just smiled and said, "what would we give them next year?"



The Gift



I sat on my haunches beside her favorite chair. The room was quite dark, except for the sliver of light streaming through the almost closed curtain. I have been waiting like this for over an hour. Sitting. Waiting. Anticipating her arrival. She promised me a gift if I did everything to her satisfaction. Like a child in a candy store, my mind filled with a thousand ideas of what was in store.

I have been her butler, maid, manservant, cuckold, all rolled into one. And for the most part, I loved it. Ever since her mother died a year ago, leaving me alone, I have lived here with her, my step-daughter. She's almost 40, tall, slender, shoulder length auburn hair. Her breasts are small, but full, with pointed nipples, a neatly trimmed pussy, and long, very shapely, muscular legs. Francheska is a younger version of her mother. Perhaps, that's why I am so addicted to her.

My mind keeps returning to her promise of a gift. In the past, when she has promised me something, she has proven true to her word. When announced in advance, like this morning, her presents have always been sexual in nature, like the leather collar I wear all the time, or the butt plug, firmly in place as I sit here. My favorite so far is the leather harness, which wraps around my testicles and cock shaft, keeping me in a constant state of readiness. Readiness to do anything my mistress wishes me to do.

I hear a sound at the door, and turn to look. She's home! My mistress is home, ready to be served. The door opens. There she stands! But wait! There is someone with her! Another woman! My heart sinks! My hopes of showering my mistress with affection, and perhaps even my seed, explode into nothingness. In the past, when she has brought home women, they have played all night, leaving me to watch. My only pleasure being allowed to wallow in their after scent, as I clean up. Not that it's so bad, really. I love the musky smell of a woman's cunt, and I live for the taste. But, this is the life I have chosen, so I smile as they walk in together.

I rise and take their coats as my mistress explains that I am there for their pleasure, and will do anything they want. Our guest perks up at the emphasis of the word anything, and says, "You mean if I ask him to suck my toes...."

Without waiting for her to finish, I drop to my knees lift her left leg, pull off her shoe and put her stocking clad foot into my mouth, running my tongue across her toes.

My mistress introduces me to Sarah, a short, brunette, with nice proportions and very shapely, muscular legs. "The pleasure is mine!" I reply as I put her leg down.

My mistress adds, "Sarah is an intern with the firm for this semester and will be working closely with me." A sly smile crosses her face as I recognize the double meaning.

"Yes, Mistress! May I get you both a glass of wine?" Returning with two glasses, I notice that Sarah has been barely able to keep her eyes off my leather clad manhood, thinking to myself, perhaps she isn't strictly lesbian.

At that point, my mistress takes Sarah's face in her hands and they kiss. I can see their tongues fencing, thrusting in and out of each others mouths. Sarah's hand slides under Mistress' skirt, While Mistress unbuttons Sarah's blouse, exposing a magnificent set of round, firm, young breasts, topped of by large, dark rose colored nipples. My cock twitches as I watch the scene unfold before me. I return to my knees in front of both women, watching intently as Mistress kisses her way down Sarah's neck, across her collarbone, and up the swell of her right breast. A deep sigh emanates from the brunette's lips as Mistress engulfs her nipple, sucking hard and pulling on the resilient flesh. I notice Sarah's hand pumping in and out from under Mistress' skirt, and mistress spreading her legs, affording her guest better access. 

The two women slowly disrobe, their clothes strewn about for me to pick up, until all that is left are their panties. Sarah is wearing a pair of pink lace boy shorts, and Mistress a green satin thong. Mistress indicates that I am to assist in taking off the garments. I crawl over to our guest and grab the waistband of Sarah's panties with my teeth. Gently pulling, I slide the lacy piece off her hips down her legs and over her ankles. Her pussy is completely shaved, her cuntlips meaty, and the scent of her sex fills my nostrils. I linger a moment too long staring at her luscious pussy, and my Mistress slaps me on the ass. I mumble an apology as I repeat the process, again, not using my hands. Her thong is soaked with her juices, filling my head with her scent. It is just as potent as our guest, but different enough to make it easy to tell who is who.

Mistress instructs me to wrap our guests panties around my cock while I stroke, adding that I must also suck on her thong. I gladly do as instructed, rubbing the pink lace up and down my shaft. Mistress reminds me that I am not allowed to cum without permission. But I must not stop! 

Having done similar service in the past, I know how to comply, gently stroking, but not taking my eyes off the two women as they position themselves to pleasure each other. Mistress is on top, grinding her auburn trimmed pussy into her guest's mouth as she chews gently on Sarah's meaty camel toe. Licking and slurping, the women bring each other off noisily, several times as I watch in silent fascination, wishing that I could partake. The air in the room smells heavily of sex.

"Cum in her panties, now!" Mistress ordered, "Show our guest how you do it!"

Removing her thong from my mouth, I answer in the affirmative. Standing over my mistress' shapely ass, I stroke harder, brushing the soft lace over my hard shaft, in full view of our guest. I grunt as my cock spews its contents into the undergarment. Unable to hold it all in the cloth, some of it drips down the crack of Mistress' ass. Sarah extends her tongue and laps up the escaped sperm, moaning at how good it tastes. Mistress then orders me to suck my semen off the sperm soaked boy shorts, but not to swallow. Sarah reaches up and squeezes the last drops of cum from my piss slit and licks her hand as she watches me lick the cooling white cream from the front panel of her panties.

Mistress stands and tells me to kiss our guest. I leaned over and thrust my cum covered tongue into her eagerly awaiting mouth, feeling her suck my seed and swallow. "Thank you, Miss, for the opportunity to cum in your panties." 

Her answer is to reach up and grab my slowly shrinking cock, pulling it to her lips, and licking the dregs of my masturbation from the head and shaft. The sheer sensuality of her act immediately begins to revive my flagging member. The way her tongue swirls around my dark rose colored head makes me moan. Pulling me closer, she sucks my left testicle into her mouth, moaning as she cleans the congealing sperm from it, gently washing the crinkly skin with her tongue. Then she repeats the process on the other. The warmth of her tongue and lips, and the vulnerability of my manhood make me instantly stiff.

She turns to her hostess, "May I have him?" she asked.

"He will do whatever you want, no matter how depraved!" Mistress answers, smiling down at me. "Won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress! Of course." I reply, "Anything you want!"

Smiling wickedly, Sarah requests that I lay on the floor. She squats over me and asks me to lick. I extend my tongue and feather it against her clit. She rolled her hips so my tongue drags from the top of her moist pussy all the way to the darkened ring of her rectum. As my tongue crosses over the tensed muscle of her sphincter, she moans. Grabbing hold of my now fully erect manhood, she continues to roll her hips, smearing her musky essence from my cheeks to my chin. I hear her invite Mistress to have a seat. The dry warmth of Sarah's hand is replaced by the damp heat of my Mistress' cunt as it slowly engulfs my rigid prick. Gulping air quickly, I continue to massage Sarah's puffy pussy lips and ass, I hear her say, "I love to watch people fuck! Don't you? It makes me so wet."

Abruptly, she stands, offering her oozing pussy to her hostess, who eagerly accepts, pushing her face into her guests crotch, licking up the heady cream that coats Sarah's bald pussy. She continues to rise and fall on my rampant cock, warning me not to cum until instructed, as she devours Sarah's luscious cunt, bringing her guest to another delicious orgasm.

"I'm so hot!" Sarah gasps, "I need to fuck someone!"

Hoping it is me she is referring to, I answer, smiling, "I am here to serve you, Miss."

Then she added, "In the ass!"

In spite of having never been violated in that manner before, I maintain my composure. "Whatever our guest wishes." I reply.

Mistress rises , and as the warm envelope of her sex disappears, I feel the cool evening air against my dampened penis. I assume the position on the floor on my hands and knees, waiting for our guest. I can hear her strapping on a dildo, wondering how big it will be and how much it will hurt. Then I feel her hand on my ass as she removes my butt plug and smears some cold liquid against my hole. I feel her moistened fingers enter me, smearing more of the lubricant inside and stretching me ever so slightly.

Then I feel the cold hardness of the plastic phallus as it pushes against my ass. Pushing back against her, I feel the head of the thing as it insinuates itself inside me. It is a foreign feeling, slightly uncomfortable, but enjoyable at the same time. Once fully lodged inside, she begins slowly pistonning in and out, stretching me as she does so. Reaching around me, she grabs my cock and starts pumping it, her hand still coated with lubricant. I felt her breasts rub on my back, as she rocks back and forth, filling and emptying my ass. 

The more and faster she pumps, the better it feels. I begin to push back as she enters, then leaves, re-entering and leaving again. Still pumping my cock, she asks me if I like what she is doing. "Yes, Miss! It feels good being fucked in the ass by you."

"Enough for you to cum for me?"

"Yes Miss!" I reply as I rock into her thrusts.

I watch as my mistress crawls underneath me, engulfing my caged cock in her sweet, warm mouth. Her warm, moist, lips and tongue on my glans send shivers down my spine

"Lick your Mistress' cunt!" Sarah demands.

I lower my face to the neatly trimmed red haired arrow pointing toward my Mistress' treasure, feathering her engorged clit. Pumping back at my anal assault, feeling the wet heat of my Mistress' mouth, and sucking the sweet nectar from her freshening cunt bring me to the edge. My orgasm is so intense, that I think for a moment I might pass out. I grunt, my face deep in the folds of mistress' pussy, as my cock shoots its contents into her face.

Her cheeks full of me, Mistress scurries over to Sarah, who has ripped the dildo off and lays on her back with her fingers splaying her hot pink cunt wide open. Mistress proceeds to drool warm cum all over her guests clit and inside her gaping pussy, some dripping down her crack to her ass.

Without being told, I crawl over to the hot brunette and wiped my tongue all over her luscious, cum covered cunt. After lapping up the soft, hairless outer lips I surround her clit, sucking on it. I push two fingers into her well lubricated hole, flexing them against her g-spot as my tongue feathers against her excited nub. She moans, grabbing my head and pulling me into the soft folds of her womanhood. Reaching up with my free hand, I gently knead her right breast, feeling her nipple harden in my palm, as my other hand continues to assault her sopping sex. I lift my head to admire my handiwork.

Driving in hard enough to make her breasts ripple, I work feverishly to make her cum again. The room is thick with the smell of sex, the squishing sounds of my fingers in her tight cunt fill the air, her mouth open in a constant moan, her eyes closed. She is soft, warm and very, very wet. 

She reaches out for my cock, wrapping her hand around it, almost in a chokehold. I am getting closer. I can feel it in the almost painful grip she has on my manhood. She is panting! Her cunt is squeezing my still flexing fingers. I lean down and suck on her nipple, taking as much of her in my mouth as will fit, swirling my tongue around the hard nub.

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh Yes!" she babbles as she finally breaks through, spilling her essence on my hand. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Now! Please?" she pleads as she pulls my hand from her still flowing pussy.

"Yes Miss! With pleasure!" I answer as I pry her legs apart and press my cock to the entrance of her still throbbing pussy. Smiling as I watch myself slide effortlessly inside her well lubricated cunt, I slowly let myself down into her grasp. Her legs wrap around me, holding me deep inside. Her arms grab my shoulders, her nails digging in to the muscle tissue causing great pleasure-pain. She hunches her hips in an effort to get me deeper inside. I respond, pushing my hips toward her, establishing a rhythm as we rut like animals needing to mate.

After two more orgasms have wracked her luscious body, I finally let loose, my cock spilling the last drops of semen deep within her throbbing womanhood. I collapse on top of her. She lifts my head, kissing my hard, biting my lip, before directing me to nurse on her sore nipples.

After we regain our breath, I pull my shrunken prick from her warm wet, dripping, pussy, asking, "Do you wish for me to clean you up?"

"No. Your work is done!" she answers wiping her fingers through her slit and offering me a taste.

I turn to my Mistress for instructions. She is splayed out on a chair, two fingers buried in her own pussy, finishing off a self-induced orgasm. "Tonight was the first anniversary of your moving in and I thought you deserved a gift. You may do as you please for the rest of the night."

"Then, I choose to spend it serving you both!"



The Gift



"Come here, Jeanette." 

Jeanette rose from her position sitting by the bay windows to kneel at her master's feet. Trying to control the enormous relief she felt upon his return, Jeanette swallowed an excited yelp and managed to show only a small smile that reached her big brown eyes. Kneeling on the plush dark carpet, she bent to kiss his shiny black leather shoes and received an intoxicating scent of his cologne. The very scent of the woodsy aroma alone increased her breathing and made her stomach flutter in anticipation of what might come. She leaned back on her feet and slowly raised her eyes to meet his dark grey ones. 

"I've missed you, pet," Robert said, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He looked down at his slave of ten months with nothing short of adoration. She had come so far in such a short amount of time. Coming to him scared and unsure of herself, the lifestyle had done wonders for her. She almost seemed to glow from within, making her cocoa eyes, long, wavy chestnut hair, and porcelain skin even more attractive to Robert than the moment he first saw her. 

"I've missed you, too, Master," she responded. 

He reached down and absentmindedly began to run his manicured fingers through her silky dark hair while contemplating how to best enjoy their reunion. First things first, he thought. 

He walked the short distance to the table near the fireplace and set down a plate of food. "Jeanette, come here."

She crawled to him and gracefully displayed herself for him, spreading her legs wide and settling back down on her feet. 

"Very nicely done. Are you hungry?" he asked. 

"Yes, Master," she said, keeping her attention on him. 

Robert picked up the fork and knife and began cutting her food. He silently fed her the meal of lamb and sautéed vegetables until the plate was empty. The meal allowed Jeanette to try to get more in control of her impulses after his three-week long absence. Come on, you know better, she told herself. Don't lose focus! Her breath didn't come quite so fast now and her full stomach made her feel not quite as lightheaded. 

Placing the fork and knife on the plate, he slowly pushed it away from him and turned to look at his eager little slave. 

He looked into her eyes and waited a few seconds for her to express her appreciation. When it didn't immediately follow a frown started to bury itself in his forehead. "Slave! What do you say?" he snapped harshly. 

Gasping softly she immediately recognized her mistake and chastised herself for once again getting lost in his eyes. She knew better! "Thank you, Master!" she said pitifully, bowing forward to lower her elbows to the carpet immediately in submission, hoping the gesture would ease her coming punishment. 

"I see you've grown lax since I've left. I think we should remedy that tonight, don't you think so?" he teased her. 

"Yes, Master," she said quietly. 

He rose from the seat and passed her bent, nude form. He glanced back, admiring again the stunningly beautiful image. If she only knew how much she controlled me, he thought, laughing to himself at the contradictions this lifestyle often brought with it. Robert walked to the adjoining large closet outside of her rooms and keyed in the appropriate code. He chose his favorite toy: the black leather thong whip and walked back to Jeanette's rooms. As he entered he smiled slightly seeing her in the same position he left her in. Walking back to the chair he sat in earlier he said, "Jeanette, do you know what I've been doing to you?" 

Confused at the blunt question, she visibly tensed, unsure of how to answer. Also, the fact that he had started to run the whip slowly over her sensitive bare back didn't help her focus any easier. "Master, I... I don't know. I mean, I've come to enjoy it, I really do," she replied. 

"Hmmm... while that is nice to hear, I need a more concrete answer," he pressed as he continued to trace the leather over her back, enjoying the little gasps and twitches it caused. 

"I... I guess you've been making me into a slave, Master," she said uncertainly. 

He leaned forward and lifted her chin up with his finger. Looking into her eyes he said, "Yes, but whether or not you know it, you've always been a slave. I've just been uncovering your natural gift for submission. And you do have a natural gift for it, Jeanette." 

She blushed and looked down at his unexpected compliment. "Thank you, Master," she managed to say. 

"Nevertheless, I am rather annoyed I have to continually drill such simple lessons into you.  When you receive something, anything from me you show your appreciation. Do you understand?" he asked her. 

"Yes, Master," she said desperately, although already certain that punishment was only seconds away now. 

"How many lashes do you think will make you remember next time?" Robert asked. 

Jeanette squirmed, again unsure of the answer he wanted from her. Did he want ten? Twenty? "Fifteen, Master," she said going for the middle ground. 

"Better make it an even twenty, just to be sure," he said, giving her one of his little sadist smiles.  "Stand up and lean over the table, now. Keep your hands flat on the table. You know what happens if you move them." 

She did so quickly, slightly surprised that she was already starting to feel herself getting wet in anticipation. Arranging herself over the table, she could feel the cool surface pressing into her bare skin, causing her nipples to instantly harden and become even more sensitive. Spreading her legs reluctantly and pushing her ass up in the air for his pleasure, she worried he would notice her arousal. She seemed to wait hours waiting for the whipping to begin, completely at his mercy. 

He stood a few feet back from her, resisting the urge to pull her up to his chest and wrap his arms around her. Still, he knew that she would enjoy this almost as much as any gentle treatment shown to her. Robert knew from his past experiences with Jeanette that she could be brought to the edge of orgasm by whipping alone. Finally pulling back the whip, he heard the first swish of air and the following smack as the leather hit her smooth, sensitive skin. 

Gasping quietly, Jeanette started counting off. "One, thank you, Master." 

"Good girl," was his only response. Jeanette could hardly believe the jolt of happiness those two simple words sent through her. 

Another swish of the whip and the second hit her just in the small of her back. "Two, thank you, Master." 

The third landed just on the round of her ass. Sucking breath through her gritted teeth she said as calmly as she could, "Three, thank you, Master."

The whipping continued, Robert careful to spread out the markings evenly. Her pale skin started to turn red slowly from his attentions. With every hit, Jeanette felt her composure crumbling just a little more until by the sixteenth her silent tears had turned into shaking sobs and she fought to keep her hands spread on the table. Most difficult to endure, even more than the pain, was the fact that she knew Master couldn't miss the smell of her arousal, giving her enjoyment of the punishment away. 

Mentally coaching her to keep up her concentration, he hoped she wouldn't move her hands, requiring him to start the punishment over. Come on, you can do it, pet, he thought. Looking at the sight of her slick sex, he couldn't wait to slip into his slave and make her his, again. 

"Nineteen, thank you, Master," she sobbed, nearly delirious from the overwhelming sensations that were coursing through her body. Shutting her eyes tightly, she clenched her hands on the table as if it were the only thing keeping her world from spinning out of orbit. 

The last swish of the leather brought both relief and dread, knowing the pain would soon be over but also that she had to endure the worst of the pain, as Robert always saved the worst for last. The pitiful, quiet sound that came out of her, somewhere between a squeak and a moan, was followed by her breathy, last count. "Twenty, thank you, Master." 

He approached her and set down the whip on the table. Robert looked down at her shaking body, taking in the smell of her aroused, wet sex and the slight sheen of sweat that had formed on her. He reached over, pulling her chestnut hair over her shoulder, away from her face. Bending slightly, he took both his hands and pried her hands from the table. Lifting her up from the table by her shaking shoulders, he stood her on her feet making sure she could support her own weight. She looked at him through droopy lashes and was embarrassed to realize that her knees buckled under her weight. Sighing, he easily lifted her in his arms and carried her to the canopied, four-poster bed. Setting her down gently, he told her, "Just relax, pet. You've made me very happy." 

Laying back on the soft sheets, she felt as if she couldn't have done anything else, even if he had told her to. Closing her eyes she felt like her body was floating on a cloud. Breathing deeply, she tried to return so she could be aware of her Master's desires. She didn't want to disappoint him twice in one night. 

Jeanette felt the bed dip to one side as her Master sat down facing her. Opening her eyes blearily, she saw a blurry hand as it ran a soft, damp washcloth over her hot, tear-stained face. She moaned in pure pleasure as she felt the cloth cool her overheated skin. 

"Feel better?" Robert asked her gently. 

"Mmmhmm," she replied simply. She took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Master." 

"You're quite welcome, pet." Setting the washcloth on the nightstand next to her he waited a few minutes for her to come back to herself from her intense session with the whip. 

When she finally looked up at him with clear brown eyes he smiled and leaned down to nibble on her ear, gently. He whispered into her ear, "You've made me happy tonight, pet. I've decided to give you a little gift. I just want you to lay back and enjoy it, okay?" As her breath increased from his attentions, she wondered what he could have planned. Images of various sex toys dances flashed in her mind.

"Yes, Master," she said, curiosity in her eyes. 

He rose suddenly and began to undress quickly. First, unbuttoning his work shirt to reveal the first hints of a swimmer's body underneath, she nearly let out a moan when she saw the coarse, light colored chest hair. As he reached down to take off his black slacks, the buckle belt clanked together, causing Jeanette's stomach to flutter. She had heard that sound before and it was usually followed by some intense fucking from her Master. Jeanette closed her eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by sensations again as memories of her and Master flooded her mind. She arched her back slightly, unconsciously on the bed. 

If Robert ever needed confirmation of what he was doing, it was moments such as that, which had occurred regularly during her training. He climbed on top of her, already sporting a semi-hard erection just at the thought of plunging into her tight, wet pussy. Nudging her legs apart, he rested his legs in between, rubbing slightly, allowing her to feel his arousal. He reached up, pushing her hair back from her face and said, "Pet, what do you want?"

She stared at him in disbelief. Never, in the months they had been together had he asked her this simple question. Silent for several long moments while he patiently started back at her, she finally composed herself enough to respond. She thought about that question, tossing ideas back and forth across her mind, but finally thought, above all, "I want you, Master."

A smile spread slowly across his squarish face. Chucking, he said, "No, what do you want me to do?" 

Blushing softly, she was grateful for the dim lighting in the room. Her answer came quickly to her horny mind. "Oh, well... Master I want you to fuck me." The words sounded strange on her tongue, even stranger to her ears. All of the time she had been with Master she never asked him of anything, unless it was begging, pleading for an orgasm. She was not used to him asking, and not used to her telling him in response. 

Without a word, he bent down to kiss her. He placed soft kisses on her forehead, and slowly moved down, over her closed eyes to her cheeks that covered high-cheekbones, over her button nose, to her full lips which heavy breaths now came in short pants. At the same time, he moved his hands down to her full breasts, kneading the soft flesh, raising a low moan to form from her beautiful mouth. Tweaking the nipples on both mounds between his forefinger and thumb, he moved his hands down her stomach, scraping his fingernails on her sensitive skin. 

Gasping for breath, Jeanette thought if Master didn't hurry up she was going to orgasm right then and there. While, she wasn't entirely sure he would be upset with that, she wanted to wait until he either order her to orgasm or at least until he was inside her. Her orgasms lately had always been stronger and more intense if she waited. She felt his hands finally reach down to her shaven pussy, pulling apart the wet folds with one hand. Moving excruciatingly slow, she nearly screamed when she finally felt his other hand make contact with her sex. Arching her head back and her back up, she was breathless when he started to circle her wet slit with two thick fingers. 

He looked down at her pleasure ridden face as she arched for him. Gaining almost as much pleasure from her reactions, he felt his cock give an impatient jolt, straining for release inside of his slave. He circled his middle finger around her clit and was rewarded with a sudden and great intake of breath as her warm brown eyes flew open to look pleadingly into his own dark grey ones. 

"Please, Master, I'm begging you, please push your cock into me. I need to feel you inside me. I need to come so badly!" she moaned almost desperately in one breath. 

Needing no further persuasion, he reached down to guide his cock to her waiting pussy. Pausing for a moment to swirl his hard cock around her hot, dripping wet slit he saw her eyes roll back in pure pleasure. 

"Stay with me, Jeanette," he breathed quietly. 

Blinking rapidly, she was able to focus enough to look into his eyes and feel him slowly apply building pressure to his cock. Inch by inch, he worked his thick cock into her, pausing to pull in and out several times to ease her small slit into the familiar feel of the stretch. He felt himself bottom out at the very back of her pussy. By the time he had pushed himself all the way inside of her, they were both on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. He reveled for a split-second at the fact that her pussy was exactly as deep as his cock was long: a perfect fit. Feeling overcame him, though, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Moaning, almost shouting out with every new sensation, the sound of their wet sexes together made it almost impossible for either to be aware of anything other than their bodies joined. Positioning in and out of her rapidly, they both settled into a frantic rhythm that had them soon falling off the edge into a blissful orgasm. 

As Jeanette came, she truly felt as if she was flying above the bed, out in the clouds. While aware of her body down below she felt serenely calm as she allowed wave after wave of bliss to cascade over her body. She was vaguely aware that Robert had come, almost as powerfully just after she did. She slowly felt herself descend after what felt like hours. Lying back in the bed, she was only aware of her breathing and the heavy weight above her. 

Robert finally came to after experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He could already feel his hot cum starting to seep out of her tight pussy around his cock. Her breathing slowed as well as the exquisite pressure the involuntary spasms from her pussy were causing. Pushing her wavy hair back from her face he started to become concerned when she didn't open her eyes. "Pet, look at me. Are you alright?" he said with a concerned and raspy voice. 

Her eyelids fluttered open slowly and looked at him as if he was her rock. As if everything else in the room was moving, but he could steady her world for her. Jeanette took a deep breath and said with certainty, "Yes, Master. I'm more than alright." 

He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead. He laid his head down on her chest and listened as her heart beat returned to a normal pace. Just after he was sure she had fallen asleep she said in a whisper, "Thank you, Master."

He leaned up on one arm, paused for a moment, and kissed her resolutely on the mouth. He gently pulled out from her and pulled her back up against her chest. As he held onto her possessively, he felt her relax completely and fall into a deep sleep. He closed his eyes, kissed her shoulder softly, whispered, "Thank you, pet," and let sleep take him.



The Gift



"Cancer? I have Cancer?"

I sat, numb, in complete disbelief, as my doctor explained the findings of the tests he had recently run. 

I went to the doctor for what seemed to be a minor ailment. One test lead to another test, and then another, and yet another. Now I was sitting here before my doctor as he explained that I had a treatable, but not curable form of cancer. This cancer would drastically shorten my life.

"Hell Doc, I'm only 47. I eat right, exercise, don't smoke and rarely drink. How can this happen to me?" I questioned. My wife sat in the chair next to me, crying.

He went on to explain that there were no real explanations for the cause of my type of cancer. He also educated me on the cancer, how it is slow growing, wide spreading and very persistent. Normally he would take a "Wait and See" approach to monitor the progression, but due to the extent of the cancer in my body, he wanted to become much more aggressive in combating the disease. 

He suggested we start right away and he asked permission to use some experimental drugs to see if we could beat back the cancer to buy me some time. While the experimental drugs would be used in conjunction with already proven drugs, the overall side effects were not fully known. What we did know, however, is that I was at the point where survival without extreme and aggressive treatment was less than a 50/50 chance of making it through the year.

"Let's do it," I told him. My wife nodded her agreement.

The treatments were physically and emotionally draining. Each treatment tore me down more and more, to the point I had no energy or mental drive left. Finally, after 6 months of basically "killing" my body, treatments were done. 

"It looks like we got it all for now," my doctor said, with a bit of joy in his voice. "You handled the treatments better than I had hoped. Probably because you were in such good shape when the cancer was discovered," he added. "Now we start the long process of rebuilding your strength and monitoring you for any return of the cancer. My staff and I have now become a permanent part of your life"

At this point you would think that I would be overjoyed, but to tell you the truth, I was ambivalent to how I felt. Due to the severity of the treatments, I was unable to work much of the time I was in treatment, which meant I lost my business in the process. Along with the loss of the business came the loss of my income, which resulting in the foreclosure of our home. On top of all of that, my drive to succeed was gone. I didn't know how I was ever going to recover from this tragedy. Perhaps death would have been easier.

The next several weeks were grueling. I had very little energy and had no desire to do anything. Our world was collapsing around us, financially, and I was unable to do anything about it, or even care. 

One morning I woke up and it was as though everything changed. Well, not everything, as financially we were still in the dumps, but my attitude was different. I started to feel "normal" again. Not completely normal, maybe, but definitely better. 

This progress continued for several more weeks. Each day I could tell I was feeling better. I started to exercise again and I was mentally ready to go out and try to find a job. I didn't think I had the energy to try to start a business from scratch again, but if I could at least get something to help pay the bills until I could recover, that would be great. 

Then the most amazing thing happened. It is still a complete mystery as to how it happened, but it happened. 

It was morning and my wife was getting ready to go to her job as a receptionist at an insurance company. She was finishing up "fixing" her hair before she left, when I heard her say something about the need to cut her hair. 

"What'd you say, Babe," I called out.

"Nothing," she replied.

I figured she had just been talking to herself so continued getting ready for my day of job hunting, again. (Man this economy sucks)

As she finished her hair, she turned in the mirror, looking herself over one last time. "I'm fat. This looks awful on me. Oh well, I don't have time to change now," I heard her say.

"You're not fat," I responded.

"What?" she said, looking at me with a question mark on her face.

"You're not fat. You look great," I replied. 

"Thanks," she said, a bit quizzical. 

Then I heard her say something again, only this time I was looking right at her and I did not see her lips move. I stood there, not saying anything, but now I had the quizzical look on my face. I could hear her talking to herself. Her mouth was not moving, but I could hear her speaking loud and clear. It had to be a delusion.

"What's the matter?" she asked as she noticed the look on my face.

"Um, nothing, Babe. Nothing. Just...just thinking of something," I muttered. 

She gave me a kiss and headed out the door. 

"Wow, what was that?" I said to myself after she left. I was in shock. Confusion, disbelief and maybe even a bit of fear filled my mind. Fear that I might really be losing it mentally. 

The rest of the day went pretty normal. I did not hear any "voices" in my head, but I was looking forward to that evening to see if I things repeated themselves. To my disappointment, or maybe relief, they did not. "I had to be imagining things," I told myself that night.

About a week and a half went by without any more experiences hearing things, then it happened again. I was still confused, but this time I was not in shock. Instead, I started to analyze what was happening. I listened while my wife spoke, without moving her lips, about how she looked, how she felt that morning, the concerns she had for the day. Her mind was running a million miles a minute and I could hear all of it. Amazing.

After she had left for work, I sat down on the couch and ran the scenarios through my mind. I could not come up with an answer, and really did not know if it was real or just my imagination going crazy. So, I decided to run some tests. 

I quickly got dressed I drove down to the grocery store to find out if I could hear other peoples thoughts. Once at the store, I mentally prepared myself for both the potential for a letdown and the possibility of sensory overload. I walked into the building.

Inside, the sound of voices was everywhere. Not loud, but constant. It was like being in a room full of people who were talking with each other. I found that I could tune out some voices and focus on those that were close by. I cautiously followed people around the store, listening to their thoughts. This was incredible. It is amazing the plethora of thought and emotion that goes through the minds of people. Everything from joy and sorrow, to concern and relief flooded through my mind as I listened to the thoughts of others. 

I returned home to contemplate what I was experiencing. It had to be a side effect of the cancer treatments. There really was no other answer. The doc even said that they did not know what the side effects might be and with the customized mixture of drugs he gave me, maybe that was it. How would I ever know and would it last?

During the next week the "Gift", as I came to call it, sporadically manifested itself. There was no way of telling when it would occur or when it would leave. By the week after that, however, it was with me all the time. In fact, I could actually start to sense a person's thoughts in a way that was more than just verbal communication. It was as though there were a connection between us. That connection did not control me, but I was aware of it.

The morning of my greatest discovery started as many the last two weeks had. I could hear my wife talking to herself as she readied for work. The mental connection seemed stronger today and that is when I got an idea to test that connection.

I watched my wife for a few moments, dressed in a professional but rather boring business suit, when the thought came to my mind that I wished she didn't wear underwear. I find panty lines to be a real turnoff, but my wife is really conservative and only likes full brief style underwear. While watching her I tried to transfer the thought of removing her underwear for the day.

Without saying a word, my wife looked in the mirror, turning to her right, then her left, checking herself out. She then reached up under her suit skirt, which was a mid calf length skirt, and pulled her underwear off, kicking them to the clothes hamper. She then checked herself out in the mirror again and headed out the door to work. 

"Holy Crap!" I shouted to myself. "Did that really just happen?" I could hardly believe it. Even after all of the weird experiences I had been living the past few weeks, this was too much to believe.

You see, my wife and I have been married for 26 years. I know her to be very conservative in her dress and mannerism. The idea of anything inappropriate causes her to stiffen in discomfort. 

It is not that she is unattractive. On the contrary, she is very attractive, even beautiful. Maybe not runway model beautiful, but rated on a scale of 1 to 10, she would be a strong 8.5. She stands 5'7" tall, has long Auburn hair that reaches to her shoulder blades, weighs a fairly slender 145 lbs (though she has gained about 20 lbs over the years) and has a nice firm set of 36b breasts. Her legs are long and shapely, though the excess weight is evident around her ass and upper thighs. In all, however, she looks good for a 45 year old woman.

Her inhibitions come from the way she was raised. Sex was viewed as necessary, but naughty. This resulted in our sexual experiences being limited to basic sex in a closed room with the lights off. Every once in a while I might be able to talk her into sex during the day, but again, only in a locked bedroom. I learned to live with it as she has other very nice qualities, including a tremendous devotion and loyalty to me.

That is why the removal of her underwear was so momentous. There is no way she would have done that on her own. The only explanation was that I projected the thoughts into her mind. I was reeling in excitement as I contemplated what this might mean.

This all occurred two years ago. I am still free of the cancer, though I get regular screenings to monitor any reoccurrence, and the gift is still with me. I have been able to harness the gift to cause people to do whatever I want them to do. As a result, I have been able to create a loyal business cliental that supports my many business ventures. Financial concerns are no longer a problem for me and life is very, very good.

I share this prelude to help you understand where this gift came from and how it has changed my life. I won't, however, go into the details of my financial success, but I will share with you some of the more interesting side stories that have developed over the past couple of years.

***********************************************************************************

Testing my Gift

That evening Pam and I sat at the couch, eating the dinner I had prepared and watching some sitcom on TV. She had changed from her business suit into a sweatshirt and pajama bottoms to get comfortable before dinner. Not really a sexy scene, but I was used to it by now.

To test the gift, I projected the thought into Pam's mind to take her shirt off because she was too warm. It wasn't too warm in the room and she would never be caught in the living room without being "properly" attired, so I thought this would be a good test.

Without hesitation, Pam reached down to the bottom of her sweatshirt and then pulled it up and over her head. She was now sitting in her sweat pants and bra. She then continued eating her dinner, without comment. "Wow!" I thought.

Pushing it a bit future, I told her to remove her bra. Again, without hesitation, she removed her bra. Before long I had her completely naked, sitting in our living room, without any concern for her exposure. The nipples of her perky breasts extended outward, stiffened by the slight coolness in the air. I was amazed at how erotic I found them at this moment.

Never before had she allowed her tits to be on display. But now, she sat calmly as if it were no big deal that she was nude. The light from the TV reflected off of the tops of her soft mounds, giving the illusion that they were illuminated from within. I reached over and cupped her left breast in my hand. Pam just turned her head toward me and smiled, then returned her eyes to the TV set.

As I fondled her tit, I pinched at the nipple, rolling it around between my thumb and forefinger. This caused the erect nipple to become even harder and actually extend out approximately ¾". I was mesmerized as I watched the beauty of her breasts. I then placed my right hand on Pam's shoulder and turned her so that she was sitting with her back toward me, allowing my right hand access to her right tit. With each hand now full of her soft, pliable mounds, I increased my manipulation of her tits and nipples. 

In time, Pam started to let out short quiet moans of pleasure. My excitement was increasing by the minute, as was hers. Never before had Pam displayed signs of sexual arousal as she was now. In the past our love making sessions resulted in little more than me being allowed to relieve myself inside her. This was different. She was responding to my touch. She was allowing herself the pleasure of the moment. 

As the massaging and manipulating of her breasts continued, Pam snuggled into my shoulder. I put my arm around her and squeezed her tight. Now, Pam had never given a blow job in her life. I once asked her for one, but was quickly rejected and scolded. Again, it was considered dirty and inappropriate, but I planted the thought into her mind that she was feeling sexually aroused and that she wanted to give me a blow job. A moment later, her hands made their way down to my crotch, where she started to rub my cock though the fabric. The sensation was electric and my emotions were exploding with anticipation of what was happening and what was about to unfold.

I leaned over and gave Pam a passionate kiss on the lips and when I did, she moved her hand to the buttons on my jeans and started to slowly unbutton my pants. In short order, she had her hand on my now hard cock, and was stroking it with a steady rhythm. As we separated our lips, she looked into my eyes, smiled, then bent over to start licking my throbbing member.

The warmth of her tongue was incredible as she started at the tip of my cock head, swirling around it as though she was eating an ice cream cone. Slowly she then slid her tongue down my shaft to the base and back up again, shooting a sensation through my body that was a mix of tickle and tingle at the same time. This continued on for a couple of minutes until pre-cum started to ooze from the tip of my cock. Naughtily, she looked at the pre-cum and licked it off, looking up at me with a smile as she did.

Then Pam got down to business. For a woman that had never given a blow job before, she really did a great job. She took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it in as she raised and lowered her head. The warm, moist mouth felt awesome as she bobbed her head on my shaft. Occasionally she would allow her teeth to lightly graze my sensitive skin, sending what felt like little shocks up my spine.

Every once in a while she would begin to gag as tried to suck me into her throat, causing her to back away momentarily. But each time this happened, it seemed to give her more resolve to try again, until she was finally taking all of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. The feel of my cock in her throat was beyond imagination. The tightness of her throat muscles as they contracted and reacted to the intrusion felt like tiny fingers squeezing and releasing my throbbing member.

I don't know what caused her to do it, but when I was completely impaled into her mouth, she tried to say something to me. This created a vibrating sensation that was unbelievable. "Pam," I whispered, "do that again, say something" 

Again she tried to talk, causing the vibration. Damn that felt good. 

Pam sensed my pleasure and started humming a song. I couldn't begin to tell you what the song was but it was doing an unimaginable job of stimulating my cock. 

I was unable to last long with this type of manipulation going on and soon was pumping cum into her mouth and down her throat as she greedily sucked me through to orgasmic completion. I was in heaven.

When she finished I looked at her and asked what brought that about.

"I don't know," she responded, "but it was kind of fun. I'm going to have to do that more often."

I quickly planted the thought in her mind that she really enjoyed giving head and the taste of cum. I wanted this to become a regular event.

As Pam snuggled back into me, my cock now limp and satisfied, she seemed to be having a difficult time trying to get comfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing really. I just have a bit of a tickle," she responded, smiling shyly. I then remembered that the thought I placed in her mind was that she was sexually aroused. I made a mental note that I really had to be careful of the instructions I gave so as not to create any permanent discomfort for people.

Placing my hand between her legs, I gently pushed them apart and started softly stroking her pussy lips. She was wet and warm. The moisture had begun to seep into her hairs, causing them to glisten in the light of the TV. I increased the speed of my stroking, not fast, but faster than before. This brought about a soft moan from her lips and caused her to snuggle in to my body tighter. 

I continued this manipulation of her womanhood for a few minutes before entering a finger between her lips, finding a stiff clit waiting for me. I was amazed at the wetness. Rarely did Pam get this moist during sex. We usually had to use lots of lube to make sex comfortable for her. Not this time, however, as her natural lubrication was abundant. 

I gently thrust a finger into her vagina, pulling it back out, and then thrusting in once again. At this point, adding a second finger, I repeating the motions, hesitating momentarily at the point of fullest penetration before withdrawing my hand. This caused another, louder, moan to escape her lips. Finally I inserted three fingers and allowed my thumb to rub against her clit as my hand pumped in and out of her hole. My rubbing continued only a few minutes before she arched her back and started to shake. Pam was experiencing her first orgasm ever. Her moans of pleasure lasted for better than 3 minutes as I rapidly pumped my hand back and forth across her clit. 

When she was done Cumming, she looked into my face and said, "Oh My....That was incredible. Is that what an orgasm is? That is amazing. Do it again."

Without hesitation I started my massaging again. Her juices were flowing, bathing my hand as I pressed in and out of her treasure. Within moments, my beautiful, conservative, naked wife was convulsing in my arms as her second orgasm hit. Pam's chest thrust outward as the orgasm began and I quickly moved my mouth over the nipple of her left breast and started sucking her into my mouth. This seemed to create and even more intense pleasure for her body as she grabbed my head, pulling me into her bosom. 

After she had calmed back down from the intensity of the orgasm, Pam looked at me with a sheepish smile and in a combined question and request, said, "Again?"

I smiled back and waited for a moment before repeating my thrusting in and out of her puffy lipped pussy. This time I decided to push things a bit and added another form of stimuli. As Pam started to respond to the plunging of my hand in her pussy, I reached behind her with my free hand and gently started to rub her ass hole. The response was a soft moan of approval.




The Gift



With her orgasm nearing I pressed the finger rubbing her ass harder against the opening, forcing the tip of my finger into the hole. Pam's body erupted into a mass of shaking and movement as the orgasm took over her body. Pam let out a loud, "Yesss...," and rocked back and forth, driving my finger deeper into her ass. As if trying to prevent escape, the muscles of her ass hole constricted around my finger, clamping down as though it was a vise. I never felt anything so tight before. 

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through Pam as she rocked hard against the finger in her ass, then forward onto the fingers in her cunt. Finally the orgasm resided, allowing her to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and a quiet whimper exited her mouth.

The excitement of watching my wife achieve orgasm had brought me back to full hardness. Even though she had relieved my pressure earlier, I was now at the point that I needed to go again. I asked her to lean over the ataman and as soon as she did, I guided my cock into her pussy from behind. 

Pumping steadily, I reached around to her tits, taking one in each hand. Squeezing and pulling, I milked her breasts with reckless abandon. I was probably being too rough with her, but Pam just moaned in pleasure at the abuse of her tits. When I started pulling on the nipples, however, it proved to be too much stimulation for her and her body, again, went into an orgasmic convulsion

. 

Fortunately, I was able to last longer this time and pumped in and out of her sopping hole, experiencing a degree of pleasure I never thought imaginable. Pam came two times before I did, but I finally unloaded my second shot of the night.

Pam's thirst for sex was insatiable that evening as I brought her to many more orgasms. I came only one other time, though I felt that was a miracle in itself, considering I never had the opportunity for more than one in a single evening before this time. 

After 4 hours of non-stop passion, we made our way to our bedroom where we crawled into bed, completely spent. I nuzzled up to her back, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tight into me. We were both sexually satisfied for the first time in our lives. 

As Pam started to softly snore, a smile came to my face. This new found power was going to be fun. I started to think about the possibilities. 



The Gift



The old man reached over to the small table next to his hospital bed. Opening the top shelf, he reached inside and drew out an old wooden box. The box was about as thick as a Bible and as long as his forearm. The wood looked heavy and was marred with several dull scratches and discoloration. The top was hinged so that it could flip open and on the front was a simple lock.

The old man paused for a moment and looked dreamily at the box, allowing his memories to transport him back to another time. His only grandson waited patiently by his side. His grandfather had always been good to him and he more than deserved to do things at his own pace, especially now in his final hours.

"I have had this box," his grandfather began, "since I was about 37 years old. My father gave it to me right before he passed."

The old man paused another minute starring off into space.

"I always wanted to do the same," he continued, "but I have had only daughters, and although I love them very much, it takes a man to appreciate this, gift."

He looked over at his grandson John and then at the wooden box.

"Take it," he said as he extended the box toward John, "it is yours now."

John leaned over and put two hands on the box but before he could draw it away his grandfather embraced his wrists firmly.

"But take very good care of it," he looked John directly in the eyes, "keep it safe and protected. It is very precious to me, and will be to you."

When is grandfather released him he looked curiously at the box, wondering what was inside and what significance the heirloom held.

"What is inside Grandpa?" John asked studying the lock, "and..."

"I have prepared a letter," his grandfather interrupted him as he passed him an envelope, "which will hopefully answer most of your questions. As for the rest, you will figure it out as you go."

John took the envelope feeling the weight and outline of a heavy key inside.

"Do not open this until I am gone," his grandfather warned.

He tried to say more but he began coughing uncontrollably and brought up a white handkerchief to cover his mouth. John caught red blots of blood on the handkerchief. His grandfather's smoking had finally caught up with him.

"I, I need to rest," the old man said weakly as his coughing subsided, "just remember, do not open it yet and make sure you read the letter first."

"I will Grandpa," John replied putting his hand on the old man's arm, "get some sleep. Mom will be by later, and I'll come visit you tomorrow after class."

With that he kissed the old man on the forehead and left the hospital to catch him afternoon chemistry class. He was already running late.

That night he got a phone call from his mom that his grandfather had passed. The following days were filled with funeral preparations and consolations. John felt the loss heavily since he had been extremely close to the old man. His grandfather had taken a liking to him ever since he was small.

Several days had past since his grandfather's death before John remembered the wooden box again. The day it was given it to him, John had hurriedly tossed it in the trunk of his car as he rushed to class. Today, on his way home from school, he went to retrieve his backpack and spied it, and the letter, in the back corner. He stared at it for a moment as his curiosity grew. He wondered if there might be anything valuable in the box. It also may be just filled with junk. Either way his grandfather seemed to treasure it so he decided to give it a look.

He took the box and the envelope into his small college apartment and set them down on the bed in his room. He tore open the envelope and fished out the ancient looking key. His grandfather explicitly told him to read the note first, and he would obey the old man's wishes. He unfolded the single sheet of white paper and read the hand written note.

Dear Jonathon,

I have given this to you because of all the people I know in this world, you are the one I hold dearest to my heart. You are a male of my own blood and the rightful heir of this treasure. As my father gave it to me, so now I give it to you.

Now, follow these instructions carefully before you open the box. Make sure you are in a room with no open windows or doors. Also make sure you are alone. This is a secret that you must not share with anyone, lest they become jealous and try to take it from you. This is the reason I have given it to you personally instead of leaving it in my will. Many covet what I have given you.

Next, you must always keep the box stored in a warm place. The treasure inside comes from the jungles of South America and does not fare well with cold temperatures. 

Finally, and most important, you must open the box at least once a week. Any longer than that and there will be complications.

These are the only instructions you need from me. The rest will be clear when you open it. Just remember to cherish her always, as I have, and she will never disappoint.

with love,

Augustus

John finished the letter with more questions than before. He stared at the wooden box for at least a minute going over what his grandfather had wrote. The most puzzling part was the bit at the end. He had referred to it as a 'she'.

He decided that it was time to open the box. He picked up the key and inserted it into the lock. Then he remembered the first point in his grandfather's letter. He looked around the room. His window was closed but his door was still wide open. He closed and locked the door to his room and then turned back to the box sitting on his bed. Grasping the key firmly, he slowly turned it until he heard the click of the latch.

At that same moment the lid flew open all on its own, and a something flew by his ear. He instinctively ducked as the thing raced around his room passing inches from his head. It moved so quickly he could not make out what it was, but decided that some sort of large insect had found it's way into his grandfather's box. Leaning over he grabbed a nearby magazine and rolled it up. He got off the bed and raised it menacingly as he tracked the blur around the room. As it passed him he took a swing but it deftly dodged him. He swung again but struck nothing but air.

The thing suddenly reversed its circular course and came directly at him. It hit him expertly in the wrist causing him to drop the magazine and then, quick as a flash, knocked him once in the chest causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. John was staring at the ceiling not sure how he had gotten there when he felt the thing land lightly on his chest.

He lifted his head slowly; still somewhat stunned by the blow, and quickly realized that it was not a bug at all, but a small humanoid figure. Focusing his eyes further he also realized it was a she. She stood no more than six inches tall and had glittering transparent wings on her back which where equally as long. She stood with her hand on her hips, completely naked, but very well proportioned. Her pale breasts were large, considering her size, and her legs long and slender. Blonde hair flowed down just past her shoulders and her wings twitched every so often. She cocked her head studying him for a while, as if he was as strange to her as she was to him.

She then opened her mouth but she spoke a language that he could not recognized. To his ears it sounded like small bells ringing in a very complex pattern. It was beautiful. She spoke again this time more slowly but John still could not make out any of the words.

"I don't understand you," John said, "can you understand me?"

She looked at him for a while unresponsive. He took that as a no. He was about to try again when she flitted up toward the ceiling. She paused in the air a couple feet above him. Her wings beating fast like that of a hummingbird or dragonfly. She then dropped back down and landed on his thigh. John lifted himself up by the shoulders to see what she was up to. She stood looking at him and, then at his crotch, and then back to his face. She went back and forth for a while but John only stared back at her puzzled. She folded her small arms across her chest and stared at him frustrated.

She took flight again and quick as a flash pushed his t-shirt up to his bellybutton exposing the fly of his jeans. She paused and looked at him for a second, and then went about to unbuttoned them. John began to sit all the way up to complain but she flew at him and hit him in the chest, knocking him to his back again. This time however he landed on two pillows, which set him at a slight incline. This afforded him a better few to see what this fairy creature was doing.

She flew back toward the fly of his jeans and grabbed the zipper in both hands and flew down, unzipping them. She then landed back on John's chest in front of him and pointed down at his unzipped jeans, excitedly saying something in her ringing voice. John, overwhelmed at what was going on, didn't know what to do or what she wanted. Her tone seemed to get angrier now and more frustrated as she continued to point. John could only lift his eyebrows and shake his head in confusion.

She took off again, and this time grabbed hold of the edge of his fly and began to tug. She was surprisingly strong for such a small creature but she could not pull his jeans down. John, beginning to get the picture of what she was trying to do lifted his hips slightly. That was all she needed. With great effort, she pulled one side down as a time, until his jeans has slipped past his butt. She then grabbed the top edge of his boxer shorts and in one mighty pulled, yanked everything down to his ankles.

John now lay there exposed, his member lying limply against his leg. She landed again on his now naked thigh and looked longingly at his crotch, licking her lips.

"Umm," John started nervously, "wait, I'm not sure if..." 

His words fell on deaf ears. She waded into the short pubic hair that dusted his crotch. It was just tall enough to cover her ankles and she enjoyed the feeling of it between her toes. She got down on her hands and knees and lowered her face. She breathed in his musky scent and let his pubic hair tickle her nose. Goosebumps covered her skin in anticipation.

She looked back up at his cock, which was already getting larger. She crawled the rest of the way to it and stuck out her tongue and tasted a small part of his shaft. Her eyes rolled to the back of head in pleasure at first contact. His skin was soft and his cock still springy but she would change that. Pulling herself up to her knees she placed her hands about half way on his shaft and began to slowly massage it. She worked her hands up and down its length, in small precise circles.

John took a deep breath as she began her ministrations, letting himself be drawn in by the pleasure. The fairy continued rubbing him, tracing out the veins of his member as they became more pronounced. When she was satisfied with his firmness she stood up and threw one leg over his erect cock, straddling him. She was facing away from him and looking at his sack. She leaned over and buried her hands and face in his scrotum. She breathed deeply and laid her check against the loose skin, taking small section into her mouth as well. She sucked at it hungrily, and lightly drew her small teeth across it, being careful though not to scratch him. With her hands she groped around his sack searching for his testicles. Once she found them she took one in both hands and lightly rolled it back and forth, not really putting any pressure on the delicate organ, just moving it around, enjoying the feel of it sliding underneath his skin.

From John's vantage point, all he could see of the fairy was her curvaceous backside resting squarely on his cock. Her parted pussy lips slid slightly where she sat leaving a glinting trail of her juices on his shaft. Her thighs held him firmly in place between her legs and rhythmically squeezed him. He could even feel the two points of her breasts press into him as she laid forward, her tongue lapping up every inch of his scrotum.

When she had finished John was rock hard. His cock head was painfully purple, engorged with blood. She sat upright and spun herself around in one quick motion, flitting her wings to keep herself balanced, her wet pussy never leaving contact with him. She scooted forward and placed her hands just under the mushroom head of his cock. Leaning down she touched her tongue at the point where it made the V with his shaft. From there she slowly drew her tongue upward. 

A bead of pre-cum dotted his head and she sucked it into her mouth hungrily. She traced circles around his slit with her tiny warm tongue, occasionally prodding gingerly into it eager to draw out any more moisture she could find. Meanwhile, she continued to massage the base of his cock head with her hands and ground her pussy rhythmically against his shaft. This went on for several minutes until she had wetted every part of his cock head with her tongue. Never had John felt so stimulated as her ten tiny fingers and thin wet tongue probed and massaged every part of him. 

She then slid downward, forcing herself away from his head, and laid her cheek flat against the base of it. She wrapped her arms around his shaft and did likewise with her legs, hooking her ankles. She scooted down till the flats of her feet tickled his testicles and then with her wings, pushed herself upward until her face was hovering over his cock head. She paused and licked the length of his slit again before another quick beat of her wings sent her back down his length. She took a moment and wiggled her ass, grinding herself into him a little, before flitting back upward to his cock head again.

John heard the ringing of bells as she slowly continued. He could feel a small point of heat from her sex rubbing against him. Her juices were slowly lubricating his shaft. They also smeared on her stomach and chest allowing her to slide along him more easily with each stroke. Soon she was picking up her pace and her arms and legs gripped him even more tightly. He was amazed at how strong the little thing was. It was better than any hand job he had every received. Her whole body was wrapped around his cock, solely for his pleasure.

Soon his cock began to stiffen and his balls tighten. He was close to orgasm and the fairy somehow sensed it. She increased her pace and grip as if urging him on. When she felt the base of his cock swell she stopped and moved immediately to his cock head. In less than a second she had wrapped her legs around his shaft just behind his cock head, hooking her feet securely as she did. At the same moment her hands began rubbing at such a speed that they faded into a blur. John jerked at the sudden intense pleasure but her legs held her fast and undeterred.

When John released his first load she moved her face right over his slight and let the burst hit her in face. Her head disappeared in the milky solution and John feared she might drown. Instead she took as much as she could into her mouth but there was far too much for the slender fairy. His cock spasmed again and the next ropy jet caught her in the eye. She closed it just in time. The cum covered her face in large globs and was matted up in her hair. It ran down her forehead and dangled off her chin. John however continued to erupt and she was able to catch the next forceful jet in her already overflowing mouth. The blast simply splashed out, spilling more of his seed down her face.

As his jerking subsided she dismounted him and moved directly in front of his cock. Sperm was still coming but it was simply drooling out of his cock now. She was finally able to swallow what had been in her mouth and began to lap up the fresh warm cum dribbling down his cock. She moved her mouth directly over his slit and making a seal with her lips, began to suck all she could out of him. Using her hands she squeezed and pinched him, milking out every last drop.

When she had gotten all she could she moved down to what had spilled on his stomach and waist. It had formed milky white pools and she dove right in. On her hand and knees she slurped and swallowed as fast as she could. John marveled at the intensity in which she fed and at how much she could devour.

Not long after though, she began to tire. There was much of his cum left but the small creature just could not seem to take it. She eventually slowed and one of her arms gave out from under her exhaustedly. She fell face first into a small glob of cum. She curled up on her side licking weakly at it as her closed her eyes. She lay there on his stomach, covered head to toe with his sticky juices, cum pooling around her glinting body.

The tiny fairy fell asleep like this, with a contented smile spread across her face. John watched her for a while. He moved his finger over and touched her should gently. She did not move. He watched the rise and fall of her chest as she continued to sleep. He poked her a little more forcefully. She stirred and rolled over, but did not awake.

He stroked the length of her body with his finger, exploring her delicate curves. Her skin was warm and soft and he admired how fragile and sexy she looked. The fact that she was covered in his seed made her look even better. For several minutes he explored her body with his fingers. He laid her flat on her back and touched her supple breasts and stroked her slender legs and ankles. Gently he spread her legs apart and even explored her tiny hairless pussy. It was pink and glistening with a mixture of their juices. All the while she lay in a deep, hibernating sleep.

He picked her up in his palm and carried her gently into the adjoining bathroom. Running the water for a bit until it was warm, he washed her off gingerly in his sink and dried her with a washcloth. He carried her back into his room and laid her back into the cushioned wooden box. He wondered how long she would sleep. His grandfather's letter said he should open the box at least once a week. He figured that is how often she needed to eat. He wondered if he could feed her more. 



The Gift



Kneeling in a nice warm room, naked I worry. You had called me in here, ordered me to strip and left me here. I know I had not disobeyed and that I had been on very good behavior. The warmth radiates from my red ass, recently spanked for the morning routine. I kneel there, eyes cast down, curious as to what may happen. The door opens, you, my Master and Mistress enter, place a collar and lead around my neck and beckon me to follow you. 

"You have been very good lately Stephanie and we wish to reward you." says my Mistress. I am lead into a candle lit room, beautifully decorated with a 4 poster bed. As I am able to re-kneel on the floor, I take in my new surroundings. Red and gold wallpaper, heavy drapes enclosing the massive bed. Paintings on the walls of slavery. My Mistress walks over to the bed and draws back the drape, where I notice a beautiful young woman laying there, bound by rope.

"This is your gift from us, you can do whatever you want to her and she will obey you and do as you please for one hour." My Mistress tells me with a smile. 

"If she does not obey your or is to slow to obey you may punish her." Master explains as he hands me a paddle. Master and Mistress leave the room, leave me alone with this girl, her name i did not know. I stand up and walk towards the bed, looking at this strangers body. She was small, no more than 5ft tall, long brown hair, good sized breasts with already erect nipples, perfect for biting and teasing. Her ass had been spanked, she had been prepared for me. With her hands bound behind her back and her eyes blindfolded, she looked picturesque. I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping my eyes on her. I slowly place my hand upon her thigh, stroking her gently. Feeling the smoothness of her skin, how soft and sweet it was. She almost glowed in the candlelight. I crawl to a kneeling position on the bed by her warm body. Using both my hands I feel her, I draw my finger tips over her thighs, brush passed her soft pussy, feeling the smoothess of her stomach as I guide my way to her breasts. Cupping those beautiful breasts, I feel their firmness, weight and size. They are amazing, nicely round but not huge, just right. I lean down and take a nipple into my mouth and suck on it. The girl moans and tenses up a bit. I work her other nipple in between my fingers as I tease the other with my tongue and teeth. Gently nibbling on her nipple and making her squirm. 

The girl gets more excited and is breathing deeper with every nibble. I get more aroused and I tweak one of her nipples hard which makes the girl gasp. I began to kiss down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense up and relax with each kiss. I find myself above her pussy. It was so soft and wet, shaved perfectly, just a little landing strip! I use my hand and so softly feel those moist lips. I part them with my fingers and lick her clit. I flick my tongue sharply on it, feeling her jump and squirm at the pleasure. As she moved I immediately force 2 fingers into her wet pussy. The girl was so shocked by this she tried to get away from me, not good. I grab her quickly and throw her over my lap, using the paddle I spank her hard 4 times. 

"Don't say anything I want you to respond with your movements, shaking your head for no, nodding for yes... are you going to be good now?" *nods yes* "good girl, now I am going to play with you and then you will do the same for me, do you understand?" *nods yes* "good, now lay back down" As she laid down I grabbed her hips and buried my mouth on her pussy. Hearing her cry out I knew she liked it. I teased her clit till i felt her body tense up and she writhed with a powerful orgasm. She laid there for a minute, breathing heavily. I unbound her arms and kept the blind fold on her. She crawled over to me, felt out my face with her hands, and held me and kissed me. Her kiss was so firm and soft at the same time. Our breasts pressed together, I embraced this stranger and kissed her hard. She moved down and started kissing my breasts and gently pushing me down so I could lay on the bed. Running her fingers in between my legs she starts to tease my clit. I moan and arch my back as she works me harder and harder. Feeling the orgasm build I cried out for her not to stop! Feeling the most intense pleasure build, i released it and felt an explosion of the most powerful orgasm, force its way through every part of my body. Laying there on that massive bed, the girl came and snuggled next to me. We held each other until we heard the door open. It was Master and Mistress. They were smiling, very happy their slave enjoyed her gift! They explained they watched the whole hour and were very pleased with everything. Leading the girl out, Mistress remained with her slave. She gave her a kiss and a spank on her ass as it was time to get dressed and get ready for a night on the town. 

The End



The Gift



Chapter 1

Three years ago my husband Rod was involved in a horrific skiing accident. He lost control and crashed sustaining major injury to his groin area from the tree he hit. Now at only age twenty-eight he no longer has use of his reproductive organs. The damage was repaired as well as it could be but he cannot perform or achieve an erection no matter what stimulation or therapy we have tried.

It's been very difficult for him as you can imagine but also difficult on me. Three years I have stood by him as he recovered hoping everyday that he could once again make love to me. I loved sex with him; we did it at least once a day before the accident, sometimes two or three depending on time. To go from that to nothing is very frustrating. No it's downright killing me! He does other things for me, oral sex and using toys but nothing can make up for his wonderful penis.. I yearn to have a man inside of me again. I dream of it often and sometime because of the lack I dream of more than one man. Masturbation takes the edge off a little but I feel empty and always wanting more.

I've even contemplated cheating or even leaving Rod, but I know how selfish that is and how much I would hurt Rod if I did. I find myself looking at other men, knowing they can and probably would have sex with me easily. Not to brag but I'm quite good looking. Still fairly young at twenty-seven and I maintain a level of fitness that is extremely high.. Rod and I were really into all types of sporting activities from running, cycling, skiing, and many more. When I was twenty-four we made the choice to enhance my breast size so not only am I toned and sexy I have a large chest to go with the rest of the package.

The men I look at admire my assets and when I'm out with Rod I know he sees me looking at them and them at me. I recognize it kills him not to be able to give me what I want anymore and I think he hears me in my dreams call out for cocks and scream in pleasure as I dream of being ravished by men.

The final nail in the coffin came at our latest doctor visit. It wasn't good news. We were trying a new therapy with the use of erectile dysfunction drugs in conjunction with pumps, porn and electro stimulation. The pumps engorged his penis and the hope was once it was removed we could use the electro stimulation to maintain the erection. It didn't work. As soon as the pump was removed his penis would instantly begin to shrink even on the highest setting. Watching the porn with him was torture to me. I found myself getting so wet and wanting the cocks on the screen in all my holes. I was so deprived I even wished for anal sex and what they call double penetration where two men would put their penises in my anus as well as my pussy. These were the type of videos we tried. Rod wanted the try the nastiest and hottest stuff we could find in hope of keeping his erection.

I yearned to be the actress in the films! I wanted those cocks in me I wanted to suck a real live hard member and have it squirt its juice all over my face. That was something toys didn't do and I missed my husband ejaculating in my vagina or on my fake boobs when he felt like it. The porn we watched just made those urges worse. Rod was so frustrated. As soon as I took the pump off him and tried to keep him hard with my hand or mouth no matter what I did it would just shrink and he would sometimes cry and other times he got down right mean and spiteful to me..

As this wasn't working we went in as I said before to the doctor and he told us there was nothing more that could be done. That was the bad news. My husband was forever going to be impotent and there was nothing anyone could do to help us.

A few weeks passed and Rod was so depressed we stopped trying anything all together. The videos when unused, the pump and equipment was put away and I felt even more deprived. When we were trying I felt something there at least. I mean I got to see hard cocks on screen cumming and I did get to suck and touch Rod's for a few seconds before it shrunk down to flaccid. Now I was getting nothing! He even stopped using toys on me and performing oral sex. He was so depressed I didn't know if he would ever recover..

Physically he was healthy again, walking normal and working again it was just in the area of sex that he was lacking. He made good money and I quit my part time job I got while he was recovering so I found myself trying to stay busy with exercise, girlfriends and house chores. We hadn't had any children yet, thinking we had all the time in the world and now that this accident happened children seemed impossible.

One particular day I was out with my girlfriends to lunch and the subject of sex came up like it sometimes does. I couldn't help it and started crying in the middle of the conversation and left all of them stunned and mystified. At home I don't know what came over me but I got out the porn videos we had purchased and a few toys to play with. I lost track of time and was totally naked and fucking myself with two dildos when Rod came home. I froze when he saw me and he didn't take it well. He turned around and walked right back out of the house leaving me naked, embarrassed and unsatisfied.

I fully expected divorce papers to be served the following day and when the door bell rang I got up from the table I was eating breakfast at alone. Rod had not come home the entire night. At the door was a delivery man and he handed me a next day envelope and left. I closed the door, walked back to the table and ripped open the envelope. It wasn't divorce papers but it was from Rod. There was a round trip airline ticket, money, a three day stay at a spa I had never heard of and a letter from Rod. I opened the letter and began to read:

Emily,

I've made arrangements for you to get what you need. I'm sorry I'm not the one to give it to you anymore but know in some way by me doing this I've had a hand in satisfying you once again. Inside the envelope you will find everything you need to be fulfilled. They are expecting you tomorrow so don't be late.

Yours forever,

Rod.

I was taken aback to say the least. This was not what I expected at all. I really didn't know what it all meant or comprehend what Rod was talking about. I didn't know a place like I ended up going to existed. I think that's why I got on the plane; I was to naïve to realize what I was getting into.

When Rod said he had taken care of everything he wasn't kidding. I had a first class ticked and a car picked me up from the airport and took me up into the mountains to a spa resort the likes I've never seen before. Everything was paid for and they knew me by name and apparently why I was there, even though I didn't have a clue really. The one thing I did notice was everyone from the driver to the door man, at this spa was young, buff and extremely good looking. Mostly men, I did see a few women that worked there as well.

When I arrived I got a very complimentary welcome from everyone. The men that helped me out of the car and escorted me inside looked very pleased to see me and noticeably relived, if you will, at my appearance. I found out later why that was. I was shown to my room, actually it was enormous and nicer than any home or hotel I've ever been in before. It had a huge bed, hot tub, and every amenity I could think of. The dark-haired blue eyed man that carried my bags and showed me the room came in with me and I told him where to put my luggage. He approached me and stood very close looking down at my face and chest. I could smell his musty manly aroma and I quivered spontaneously as his eyes were on me.

"Is there anything you need before you first session Mrs. Evans?" he asked in a sexy voice.

"Session?" I asked.

"Yes ma'm this is a spa after all. You are scheduled with Ryan, Tom and Daniel in one hour. Your agenda is on the table," he said pointing to a folder across the room.. "Now if there is nothing else I'll leave you."

"Umm well okay, thank you," I said tying to figure out what he was talking about.

I watched his tight ass leave the room and close the door. He had me worked up just by his smell and look. I walked over to my 'agenda' and opened the folder. There it was my first appointment just like he had explained. It was at 3p.m., scheduled for three hours and the names of the gentleman he had said. It also said the name of the room I was to find and a map on the adjacent page showed me how to find it. I was really just thinking it would be some normal spa treatment like a massage, pedicure, or facial with three handsome men. Wow was I in for a shock!

I should have known what I was getting into from what I found around the room in my hour wait. When I was putting my clothes in the dresser draws I found, brand new in the package, adult toys? At first I thought someone had left them here from their last visit and didn't think much of it. Then since I had time to kill I turned on the large flat screen TV and immediately I was staring at hardcore porn I had not ordered. It was just on as soon as I turned the power on. I changed the channel and another porno was playing on every channel I turned too? I thought they were just having technical difficulties and I was getting free porn. The choices on each channel varied from lesbian, interracial, blacks on blonds, threesomes, group, orgies you name it they had it. I got all hot and bothered and my hour quickly went by.

I finally turned the TV off and got ready to go to my first 'spa treatment' the instructions told me to remove my clothing and put the complimentary robe and flip flops to walk to the meeting place. I did so and found myself very wet and aroused from the porn I flipped through. I patted myself dry and headed out the door following the map to the 'Garage' it was called on the paper.. I thought that odd and when I arrived I was surprised to walk into just that. It looked like a mechanics garage but was much cleaner and only a themed room if you will. I was very curious of what kind of treatment I would be getting in a themed room like this when I saw the three handsome men walk around the corner to meet me.

"Ah, Mrs. Evans right on time for your appointment. I'm Ryan, this is Tom and Dan," Ryan a blond wavy-haired gorgeous tall drink of water said.

Tom and Dan where very hot as well Tom had dark short hair and Dan actually shaved his head clean. They were all dressed in mechanics outfits with the first few buttons undone on their shirts so I could see their muscular chests. After the porn I watched I couldn't help but think of them in a sexual way, imagining their penis size and what three men could do to me.

I know what you're thinking. How stupid can she be? Does she really think this place is just a normal spa after the letter from her husband, the hot guys, toys and porn? Wow this chick really is stupid. You're right! I was stupid and I still hadn't grasped the concept of what was about to happen to me until Ryan spoke again.

"It looks like we have you scheduled for a lube job, front and rear alignment followed by a facial. Is that correct Mrs. Evans?" he asked.

The smiles on their faces told me everything; the bulges in their pants solidified the question. I was the one that was going to get those services done to her! The way he said 'facial' was a dead give away!

"Oh my... yes that seems just what I've requested," I stammered finally realizing the gift my husband had arranged was for me to be fucked silly!

"Excellent Mrs. Evans. Please join us in the back. Our tools and expertise are at your disposal.

I walked forward to them and tripped on nothing I was so taken aback. Ryan put his arm around me and I followed the other two around a corner into the so called shop. There was what looked like a dentist chair that could move up and down and tilt any direction. Instead of wrenches, drills, air guns and mechanical tools the tool boxes and trays were full of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and every sex toy you could imagine. I froze as Tom and Dan each picked up a tool and smiled at me. Ryan still had his arm around me and my heart was racing.

"Now Mrs. Evans lets see what we have to work with," Ryan said pulling my robe off my shoulders.

I tensed up instinctively but quickly stopped myself from grabbing the robe and covering up. The lose tie around my waist came undone and he let the robe drop off revealing my naked body beneath. The smiles from the mechanics got bigger and for added effect Tom turned the power on his vibrator, making us all giggle.

"Incredible Mrs. Evans! We must confess we don't see many bodies of your caliber come through here. Normally its older mature lonely woman so I can say for all three of us you are a welcome change," Tom said.

The others nodded and Ryan joined them and picked a tool of his own. I knew now why I had received such a nice welcome when I arrived. I was obviously not the normal cliental they were use too. The bulges in their pants got much bigger and from the look of it I was in for some giant cocks! I didn't know what to do or where to go so I just stood their naked and my nipples hardened as the men admired my breasts and shaved mound.

"Please Mrs. Evans if you would sit on the lift and we will get started with your first service, the lube job," Ryan said.

I slowly walked over and sat my butt down on the leather chair expecting cold but was pleased the seat was warm and heated for my comfort. I laid back and fit very nicely in the comfy chair. The boys surrounded me each with their tools powered on and held like surgeons. They were staying in character and I smiled at them trying not to giggle. I shuttered with pleasure as hands caressed my body starting with my arms and legs. They were gentle, smooth and warm sending waves of delight with each touch.

I couldn't believe Rod had done this for me! He had to know what was going to happen and apparently was fine with three young studs having their way with me. With that thought in my mind I just let it happen and soon found myself having the single most wonderful sexual experience in my life.

Their touch became more sensual and it was only about a minute before they had moved to my breasts. Tom was caressing my left, Dan my right and Ryan was working up my inner thigh and I knew where he was headed. He took his time while the other two cupped and fondled my enhanced boobs, causing my nipples to grow again. Once they were hard the gently pulled and pinched them sending waves of pleasure through my body causing my pussy to flush and moisten. I opened my legs to Ryan as he inched further up my legs. My breath caught as I felt him cup my vagina with his palm and force his hand down on my growing clitoris. His fingers caressed my soft lips and spread them ever so slowly until I felt one digit enter my wet canal and slowly inch inside causing me to arch my back and moan.

Around the same time the chair beneath me began to rise on its own and bring my body up to them so they didn't have to bend over as much. Seconds later I felt warm wet lips engulf my nipples as Tom and Dan began sucking and nibbling on my nubs. Ryan's finger went deeper inside my every increasingly wet vagina, followed by another of his fingers. He bent them towards my clit and rubbed the cavity behind my clitoris inside of me sending a wave of pleasure all through my body. He pressed harder feeling me react and pressed his palm down on my clit at the same time. I moaned loudly and enjoyed the mouths on my breasts and fingers inside.

My legs fell open, bringing my knees up and out. Ryan took advantage and removed his fingers and lifted my legs up and out off the warm chair. Next I felt a vibrating toy slide into my body sending vibrations and thrills into my pussy and beyond. He didn't stop their and put his face down on my pussy and moved the folds with his tongue until he was licking and nibbling my erect clit. Oh my goodness it was intense. His biting, sucking and shoving the toy in and out caused me to moan and legs to shake. My nipples and breast were being bathed and kissed constantly from the other two and this 'lube job' was turning into quite a treat.

But alas I could get this kind of treatment at home. What I really wanted was a hard cock! In my hand, mouth, pussy or dare I say it... my ass! I was starved for cock and without their permission started reaching for them over the side of the chair. I found Tom's legs first and grabbed randomly at his pants until I found what I wanted. His hardened cock was wedged in his pants and felt rather large. He took his mouth off my breast and smiled at me as I pulled and rubbed him through his jeans.

"I think Mrs. Evans is lubed. We should move on to the front alignment boys," he said. Ryan came up for air from my wet pussy and smiled as he saw me grabbing at Tom's cock.

"Looks like it. I guess its time to break out the real tools then boys," Ryan said and stood up straight.

Oh shit I couldn't wait to see them! I hadn't seen a real hard cock for three years besides on screen and my husbands bent and surgically repaired scarred penis that never stayed hard. I was dying to feel a hard, vein ribbed, throbbing cock in my hand or mouth and stared at the three men that had moved together. They began to remove their work shirts.. They were all tan and very ripped, I was freaking out as they unbuckled belts and snaps to drop their pants. Huge cocks stood our in boxers and one pair of briefs and I sat up to get a better look as they pulled them down, reveling hardened shafts and already oozing holes.

They were all endowed well, over average and exceeded my husband's size by an inch in the least and three at the most. Ryan was notably the largest in length and girth followed by Tom and bringing up the rear was Dan but he still had a very nice penis that made my mouth water and my pussy twinge.

"Gimme Gimme," I exclaimed and they all laughed walking towards me.

They lowered the chair so their cocks were at eye level and I grabbed the closest one to me and reveled in the hard throbbing shaft of Dan in my hands. It had been way to long since I had one that stayed hard and I caressed it like a long lost friend. I grabbed for Ryan's as well on my other side and turned my head for Tom's. I had never had three cocks in my life but I had learned from all the porn how best to deal with them. I stroked and fondled the ones in my hands and began sucking the one shoved in my face. He tasted wonderful like remembering a long lost treat you discover again later in life. I took him deep and he thrust forward pressing his member down my throat.

They took turns rotating around the chair until I had sampled each cock in my mouth twice. I was in heaven and loving each hard oozing member. While I stroked and sucked they fondled my breasts and fingered or toyed my pussy with a variety of dildos and vibrating toys. It was incredibly erotic and I don't think I'd ever been so wet. After sucking Ryan's very wide and impressive tool he disappeared before I could start stroking him again and I found out why when my legs were lifted off the seat again and I felt him kneel below me. Oh the sweet bliss as his large cock entered my pussy! It had been way too long since I felt a real, hard, warm, cock enter my body. I moaned very loud as his long wide shaft continued deep inside of me. It went further than any cock before and reached places I didn't know existed inside of me.

I heard him moan and say how tight and wet I was. I guess three years of just toys and not that often had tightened me up. I had a difficult time sucking Dan and stroking Tom with Ryan's large cock thrusting in and out of me. I was on the verge of a huge pent up orgasm in a few minutes and when it hit it was mindboggling. I didn't care who heard me and just let an enormous scream of pleasure out as the wave crashed over me and my climax peaked. It felt so good to cum again with a cock inside of me thrusting fast and strong. Oh how I had missed that!




The Gift



I rode the wave and expected Ryan to finish up as well but he didn't cum and I knew then these boys had stamina and were skilled. Instead he pulled out and moved back to my side so Dan could hop up on the chair and continue where he left off. He entered me and began thrusting immediately. He didn't reach as far as Ryan but he knew what he was doing. I was sucking Tom now and found Ryan's slick wet cock from my pussy with my hand. Dan went to town on me, Ryan played with my clit and Tom thrust his cock in my mouth and fondled my tits until they rotated again and Tom had his first go at my worn in pussy.

I had never been fucked so hard in my life. With three guys they just kept going and going and made me cum twice more before they said my front end was aligned and it was time for the rear alignment. I just thought that meant a different position, like doggy style or something but when I felt a tongue in my ass, rear alignment took on a whole different meaning. I had to admit I was nervous but very curious after all the porn I watched with Rod and the anal sex I saw the actresses have. Rod and I had never tried it because we never had too. We had plenty of sex and each enjoyed vaginal to the max so there was never a desire to try anything else. Rod never asked about it and I never contemplated it until the injury and porn. I almost resisted and put a stop to my three mechanic hunks giving me a rear alignment but they seemed to really know what they were doing so I let thing progress. I figured I could stop them anytime if it hurt.

The tongue in my ass actually felt really good and when Dan added a finger my butthole instinctively tightened up on him. He told me to just relax and I tried really hard as he pressed more of his finger inside my bum. It was a very different sensation and I didn't know if I liked it until Ryan started playing with my clit. I don't know why but the finger in my ass suddenly felt really good as my clit was played with. I opened up for him and his finger finished its drive inside of me and then back out a few times.

"Oh ya fellas, she's getting the hang of it now," Dan said. "Hand me a plug."

Ryan continued to work my clit with both hands and Tom handed Dan a small butt plug with some lube already on it. The plug was wider than his finger but it went in with the lube very easily until the end cap was up against my butt. I really liked it in there as long as Ryan kept playing. He fingered me as well and grabbed a vibrating clit stimulator and things really got interesting. The intense vibration on my clit made me buck and squirm and my ass squeezed and tugged at the plug in my ass. I watched as Tom handed Dan a larger one and removed the small. I took the next size up with relative ease as well and the clit stimulation was unbelievably sensitive. Shit I was almost going to cum again with all the attention.

"Oh shit boys she's taking these plugs like a pro!" Dan exclaimed and reached for an even larger one.

This one was wide! At least as wide as Rod's penis had been at the widest part and I held my breath as the medium popped out and Dan began to press the large one in. It hit resistance and I moaned a little bit at the small pressure and strain on my tight bum. Ryan was right on my clit and working hard to keep me stimulated. Tom grabbed both breasts and Dan slowly pressed harder twisting the plug.

"Push out a tiny bit Mrs. Evans and I think it will slide right in," he said.

I followed his advice and pressed out and sure enough the plug slipped past the widest part and slammed into my ass. Oh shit it was full and my ass convulsed on its own around the thin end. I adjusted quickly especially with my orgasm only seconds away from the vibration on my clit. They knew something was coming from my moans and my pussy moving on its own. They just watched and played as it peaked and I came again with the large plug stuffed in my ass. It was a very unusual sensation with something that big in my ass when I climaxed. I really like it and whimpered like a puppy as the waves crashed over my body.

"Excellent Mrs. Evans I think you are good and ready for your rear alignment now," Ryan said.

I was shocked! There was more to this? Oh my, I didn't know if I could take more but I was about to find out. I felt Dan tugging on the large plug and he slowly pulled it back out of me. I had a feeling I knew what was next. He was the smallest of the three guys and I think he was the next thing to go in my ass followed by Tom and then the monster himself, Ryan. I became very nervous thinking about him in my tight butt. But since I had felt no real pain yet I let them continue. The plug popped out and Dan quickly moved his own tool into position. I had never had a mans cock in my ass and the excitement was intense.. I felt his hard engorged head press into me and I pushed out as he entered. It was tight but he went very slow, obviously having done this many times before.

He stopped and I could feel about two inches inside of me. Slowly he moved forward adding more and stopped again. The clit play was really helping and Ryan was very good to keep it constant. More of Dan entered me and my body felt full and hot everywhere. Another push forward and I felt him bottom out with his balls on my cheeks. He held it still and let me adjust to the shaft deep in my ass. My heart was racing and the shear excitement was unreal!

"Very nice Mrs. Evans, you are doing exceptionally well," Tom said still pinching my nipples.

My breaths came in short rasps, my ass was so full. Without the vibrations on my clit I would never had been able to take it. They knew that from past experience and knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I think if it had been Rod that took my ass the first time I would have hated it. These hunks recognized how to treat a girl right in every department.

"Oh Mrs. Evans your ass is so nice around my cock!" Dan exclaimed.

I didn't respond due to my breathing now coming in gasps and my heart pounding in my chest. He hadn't moved again yet, just kept it buried deep inside of me. It was very different from the plug because it went deeper and didn't have a narrow end so my hole was still gapped wide open around his hard shaft. The vibrations on my clit echoed into my stuffed ass and my body felt hot everywhere. Ryan got rougher on my nipples, pinching and twisting, sending chills into my otherwise hot body. The combination was such a strange sensation and I knew it came from the new anal stimulation. My ass felt full and a little uncomfortable but not painful. Nothing was ripping or anything. Dan had gone very slowly and was still waiting for something. I didn't understand if he wanted some sign from me that I was okay or for me to move or what. I felt my ass unconsciously grab at his shaft and release, grab and release due to the foreign object inserted there but the convulsions became pleasurable mixed with the clit stimulation. I began to see how women enjoyed this, but I could also see how it could be very painful and a terrible experience if done wrong.

The pressure lessened and I felt my muscles relax around his shaft. He felt it as well because he started slowly pulling out. Very slowly, inch after inch I felt his vein engorged shaft slide out as my butt grabbed spontaneously on him. My breath caught in my throat at each convulsion and he would slow as I grabbed him. I had my eyes closed tight so I missed the looks the men were giving each other and me. It was like I was expecting something awful to suddenly happen or a sharp pain to catch me of guard but Dan did such an excellent job my fears were baseless. My ass emptied and I realized he only had his head left in and my ass was trying to squeeze it off.

With very little pause he began to slide back in with the same caution and control. The feel of his large cock sliding back in was better this time and mixed even more with the clit and nipple play from the other men. I was actually enjoying it! The friction lessened around the entrance, I still felt full but it was a good feeling and my body adjusted to the foreign object until Dan was able to begin sliding in and out with more speed until you could actually call it fucking me! He was fucking my ass! Just like I'd seen in the porno's. I couldn't believe it! I was getting my ass fucked for the first time and not at all hating it. I dare say I was enjoying it and it became better and better the longer he went and the more my clit was closer to orgasm.

"Excellent Mrs. Evans! Oh shit your ass is so fine!" Dan said to give me encouragement. Or at least that's how I took it because I believed him and like that he liked fucking my ass.

He pushed my legs up over my head more, pressing in deeper, causing a little scream to escape my lips. It felt good, full but good. His pace increased again; he was almost fucking my ass as fast as he did my pussy. I finally opened my eyes, seeing large smiles on all the guys. They loved the visual of my toned hot body being penetrated anally by Dan as they played with other parts of me. Dan kept it up for another couple of minutes until Ryan said it was his turn. I had totally neglected to suck or stroke the other cocks in my first time at anal. I was too distracted by the hot cock in my ass to think of anything else.

Dan finally relented, pulling his member all the way out. It was odd but my ass didn't automatically slam shut but stayed opened after he left for a few seconds. He smiled at me and I smiled back at the man who was the first to take me in the ass. I think he knew how lucky he was. He did such a superb job I had zero regrets. He took over with my breasts and I turned my head for his cock incase he wanted me to suck it even after it was in my ass. Tom jumping up and lifting my legs distracted me again though. He was wider and longer than Dan and I suddenly was a little concerned again. He added more lube and took the initial penetration very slow again. I opened right up to him and he was able to slide his full cock in me much faster than Dan had at first. Oh shit! He went deeper and stretched me further but I handled it thanks to Ryan being so conscious of my clit. Tom moaned loud as all of his cock found its way inside of me.. Dan grabbed my nipples and I reached out a hand to his cock just as Tom began to side back out. Dan's cock was so hard from being in my ass and I knew then he really did enjoy it and might have been close to cumming.

Tom sped up and was soon giving me all he had just as fast as Dan! His large cock was royally fucking my ass and I was actually shocked I was taking all of him with very minimal discomfort. Occasionally my ass would spasm and a twinge of pain would grab me but I made a conscious effort to relax, open my ass as wide as I could and enjoy the very stiff cock thrusting in and out. I tried not to think about who was next and focused on my clit and the stimulation and pleasure coursing through my body. Tom had both my ankles in his hands and he was making long and powerful thrusts inside my ass. His cock widened noticeably and I realized I had another fan of my ass. I continued to stroke and play with Dan's hard cock as he twisted my nipples and couldn't help but notice the grin on Ryan's face as he knew his turn was soon approaching.

Ryan was clearly looking forward to it; his penis was rock hard and had a long trial of pre-cum running from the tip down most of his shaft. I wasn't even touching him and he was maintaining his erection like he was fucking me already. I couldn't help but admire his long wide shaft with pulsing veins bulging on both sides. His girth and length frightened me, I was starting to have issues with Tom fucking me so I knew Ryan was going to be even worse.

Tom kept adding lube, lots of it, maybe too much but it did help. His shaft plumped the more excited he got and stretched me further filling my ass to the limit. I could tell he was going to cum soon but Ryan voiced his desire to take over so Tom slowed, gave me one more hard thrust, smiled at me, and pulled out his ragging hardon. Tom took over for Ryan with the clit vibrator and Ryan moved into position to get at my gapped ass. With him in position his cock looked even harder and longer, probably was with his eagerness. I watched him squirt a generous amount of lube on his hand and begin to rub it up and down his shaft and on the head. He smeared my ass with the left over and stuck two fingers in my butt, testing the tunnel I guess.

I didn't say anything, I figured I'd just let him try, I myself was curious to see if I could handle a cock of that magnitude in my bottom. It started out okay, after the first few inches I was fine but Ryan's large cock widened as it went deeper, stretching me to the point that even the clit play didn't help. It hurt! I felt like he was splitting me in two as more of his monster entered me.

"Stop! No more I can't take it!" I screamed feeling my ass rebel against the intrusion.

The look on Ryan's face was one of disappointment and I was a little nervous he wasn't going to stop. My mind raced thinking if these guys wanted to they could hold me down in here and do whatever they wanted to me. I would be helpless against three strong men. There was a moment that Ryan seemed to be considering it but he wisely decided to keep his job and withdraw his huge cock out of my aching ass. I was relived when his head popped out and he smiled at me.

"I think her rear end is aligned sufficiently boys, now for her reward. Mrs. Evans, are you ready for your facial?" he asked.

"More than ready boys, I do believe my breasts would enjoy some as well," I said.

I was really looking forward to hot cum splattering on my body. It had been over three years since that had actually happened. Toys and masturbation don't make up for that sensation. Ryan hopped down and the three men gathered around my upper body stroking their hard shafts vigorously. Tom was the first to start moaning and he moved forward further pushing his cock towards my face and neck.

"Oh shit! Here it comes Mrs. Evans!" he hollered.

I could scarcely wait! Finally his cock shot a burst of cum that hit my chin and dribbled down my neck. The next rope made it up and over my chin and landed on my cheek as he lifted his aim a bit. The hot sticky cum felt so good and he added a few more ropes and then dripped the rest of his load onto my left breast. Ryan started cumming about the same time as Tom finished up and moved closer on my right but lower. I think he wanted to concentrate on my tits and I was right. His cock shot forth and splattered my breasts with a rapid ejaculation! It was faster between spurts than I had ever seen and he was quickly done and backing away before I knew it. Leaving my breast covered with small drips of clear liquid mixed with creamy cum.

"Open up Mrs. Evans," Dan said sticking his cock right in my face. I obeyed since I hadn't tasted any yet.

As soon as I opened he sent a jet of hot cum into my mouth, bouncing off my tongue and settling further in my mouth. I closed it quickly to taste his juice and his next two or three bursts hit me in the mouth and nose. He tasted musty and a little bitter but I didn't mind since I hadn't tasted semen in a long time. He was the most animated during his orgasm, bucking and cursing as his cock spewed its load on my face. I smiled at him and he finished up and backed away.

Tom handed me a towel and I began to clean off the three loads. My ass was throbbing and I was afraid I was going to be sore as shit in an hour or so. The boys stayed naked and standing as I cleaned up and then Ryan handed me my robe.

"I hope you enjoyed your session today Mrs. Evans," he said.

"Oh I did guys, it was a learning experience and very enjoyable."

"Good to hear and I hope I didn't hurt you."

"Not to bad, I'll be fine Ryan, really."

I sat on the end of the chair, put my robe back on and got up. My legs were weak and Ryan came to my aid as I wobbled slightly. He escorted me out and the other two began cleaning up behind us. Once around the corner he whispered to me.

"I would really like to try again before you have to leave Mrs. Evans. I think you could handle me with a little more practice."

I hesitated, feeling my sore ass as I walked, but smiled none the less.

"We'll have to see Ryan," I said and walked out of the room as normally as I could.

Walking back the reality of what I just did and went through hit me. I just fucked three huge young men and loved most of it. I felt better, like the nagging frustration of not getting sex was lifted and realized what a special gift my husband had given me. I was already feeling sore from the anal sex and expected it to get worse before it got better but it was a good sore like I had accomplished something and fulfilled a fantasy.

Back in my room I checked my appointments and saw that I had the rest of the day clear. I'm sure they expected me to be sore. Stripping down I eased my tender body into the hot tub and relaxed, letting the hot water ease the throbbing in my ass. I found myself thinking about what I had done and imagining the cocks again. I was proud of myself for as much as I did and took. Ryan's last comment came back to me though. I wondered if I really could learn to take his shaft before I left this place. From how my ass felt now I was skeptical.

While I was relaxing in the hot tube my cell phone rang. I saw that it was Rod calling and I got nervous. I had not talked to him since he caught me watching porn and playing with toys on the couch. I let it ring a few times and then decided to answer. 

"Hi Rod."

"Hey sweetie, how are you enjoying your stay?" he asked me.

"I can't believe you did this for me Rod. I don't know what to say."

"Just tell me you loved it and it was what you really needed. I know exactly where I sent you so don't feel like you cheated or guilty it was my idea to give you this gift. I actually called to hear how it went and what you did."

"You really want to know? I mean it was crazy stuff Rod. It was like stuff we watched in the porno's."

"I'm sure it was, that's what they promised it would be like. So yes I want to hear it all. I have the pump on my penis as we speak. I'm going to start trying again. So tell me what they did to you and don't leave out any details."

I paused for a brief second, sitting up in the tub with my phone to my ear and relayed in great detail what the three hunks had done to me. I described their cocks, the toys, the orgasms, the anal sex and finally each rope of cum that hit me. Rod said his penis was rock hard inside the pump as I shared my story and made comments as I went.. It was really weird telling my husband how three guys had their way with me and did stuff he had never done and might never get to do. I was worried he was going to be upset but I couldn't hear anything in his voice or mood that told me he was mad at what I did. I hoped I was right.

"Wow sweetie that sounds like it was crazy hot," he said when I finished.

"It was crazy Rod, I'm sore and sitting in my hot tub to relax. I don't know if I can take two more days of the same. I might not walk after this."

"Well that's why you are there, to get your fill, so do your best and I'll talk to you tomorrow night as well. I love you, Emily. Have fun and make me proud."

He hung up after that and I stared at the phone for a few seconds. This was just too weird. I know he can't perform, can't give me what I need but it still seemed really odd for a husband to arrange for his wife to be fucked silly by strangers. I really hoped this didn't come back to bite me.

Describing what I had been through got me hot again. The water and the motion of the jets swirling around my clit and lips caused me to become aroused and think about Ryan and the boys. I kind of wondered what kind or 'room service' this place offered. I was hungry as well. Deciding to get out I put my robe back on and looked through the folder for room service and discovered they did offer more than food. For men they had a blowjob on the menu as well as a massage with a happy ending. For woman they had similar from oral sex to a real massage to sending a man up so I could suck him if I so desired. This was a real strange place.




The Gift



Picking up the phone I called and ordered my food and when asked if I needed anything else I told the girl on the phone to send a man up with the food in case I wanted to give him a tip. I'm thinking it wasn't the first time someone had said that to her. Why I waited I turned on the TV and the porn was still playing. I knew now that it was supposed to be. I found a channel with a hot tan man standing in front of a blond woman receiving a very wet and deep blowjob. It amazing how deep she took him and how messy she got. I found my hand in my robe a few minutes later swirling around my clit when the knock sounded. I jumped, fumbled with the remote and collected myself before getting up to answer it.

It was my food and the same man that had showed me to my room. Ruggedly handsome with dark mysterious eyes, tall and well built. I let him in and he put my food down on the table for me.

"Will there be anything else?" he asked.

I looked at my food on the table, felt my moist vagina between my legs and acted on impulse. "I think I might need some more 'salad dressing'." I said walking up to him really close.

"Sure, I'll bring it up immediately," he said turning to leave.

I grabbed his arm and turned him back to me. Biting my lip I said, "I believe you already brought it with you."

He caught on quickly as my hands found his hard chest and ran down to his belt. I unfastened it, popped the button, unzipped the zipper and his black slacks fell to the floor. Falling on my knees I bit his growing shaft through his underwear gently, and then tugged his jockeys down to his knees. His shaft was growing quickly, bouncing to his heart rate and becoming larger right at eye level. I reached out and took his shaft and stroked him to full strength. He had impressive girth but not much longer than Rod, maybe even a tiny bit shorter. I continued to stroke and admire the tool in my hand for about a minute before taking his head in my mouth and sucking hard.

He moaned, placing his hands on his hips and pushing towards me. I took more of his shaft in my mouth and tired to copy the woman on the TV I had seen moments before. Luckily he wasn't that long and I got all off his shaft in my mouth until my nose was up against his lower tummy. I made a guttural sound with my throat vibrating his shaft and head and he moaned again. He kept his hair trimmed very short so nothing got in my way or tickled my nose. Instead of swallowing my spit and his pre-cum I let it accumulate in my mouth so I could add it to his shaft. Using my hands and mouth I twisted and stroked his shaft while sucking his head. I used the spit and pre-cum that was quickly oozing out now, for lube and treated him to a very messy wet blowjob.

My pussy was becoming wetter with each passing minute I sucked him and I ignored the throb in my ass, concentrating on making him cum and the sensation in my body. I imitated the porn star I had seen to the best of my ability and it must have been good for him because he warned me he was going to cum after only five or six minutes. I didn't stop, just letting him ejaculate in my mouth a surprising amount of hot thick cum. I'd swallowed Rods loads before; it didn't really bug me so that's what I did to the load in my mouth. After swallowing I stood back up and thanked him for the extra dressing. He had a shocked look like he didn't expect me to do what I just did. He pulled up his pants, hesitated again and then left my room without saying anything at all.

I giggled to myself, ate my dinner and fell soundly asleep in a very comfortable bed. I was certainly getting my fill of cock and it was overdue.

Chapter 2

I woke up early, needing to use the bathroom. Walking hurt my sore bum and using the facilities hurt even worse. Damn, at the time the anal sex didn't seem to bug me, it must have been all the clit play I was getting but now I was sore. That hole definitely needed a break today. My mind raced with thoughts of what happened yesterday and my conversation with Rod. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. I had slept naked and now just had my comfy robe on. I picked up my agenda and looked at the days events while lying in bed with a pillow propping my head up.

Looks like I had just one appointment today as well, around the same time as yesterday. The room was different and so were the guys. Dirk, Peter, and Joe this time around. I knew I was going to have to lay down the law and tell them my ass was off limits today. I just hoped they listened. The large meal I had last night had me satisfied still so I decided to skip breakfast and wander around the spa in my robe. I left my room and walked to the main lobby and large center section of the spa where the themed rooms were.

I found the room I was scheduled for. It was themed around a doctor's office. I could just imagine the three doctors examining me with my legs up sitting lying back on a doctor's bench with my legs in the stirrups. I was sure he three hot doctors would take good care of me. My mind was wandering as I was looking through the small window on the door and jumped when I heard the voice behind me.

"You're way early, anxious or nervous?" the voice asked.

I turned around quickly and had too look up at the handsome man standing there. He was tall, wide and smoking hot.

"Neither really, I just had some time and was just wandering around. I'm Emily."

"Yes, I know Mrs. Evans; word has traveled fast about you around here. My name is Peter; you have an appointment with me later."

"Oh, right..." I stammered turning red.

"Would you like a tour of the rooms?" he offered.

"Sure, Peter that would be great."

He held out his arm and I laced mine through his and we began the tour. "You've already seen the garage so we can start with oval office."

"Oval office?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's kind of a power trip for people.. Mostly for men, they get to be the president for a while and let's just say the secretaries do more than take notes."

I giggled and he held the door open for me. It was just like the movies I had seen of the inside of the oval office. Desk, couches, carpet, presidential seal and all.

"Some women enjoy it too; I guess being the most powerful person in the world gets people off easier."

I just smiled and walked around the oval room and then he showed me others. A jungle room where it was a Tarzan and Jane idea. Workout room with bench and weights. A normal looking office with a boss's desk and plenty of room to fit underneath it for a blowjob. A school class room for a naughty teacher and student romp. Just a normal bedroom, or kitchen room were available. Smaller rooms with hot tubs, showers and tubs for water fun as well..

It got more interesting when he showed me the bondage rooms.. Places to be tied up, whipped, spanked, hot wax, you name it they had it. It was crazy. I wasn't into that stuff and didn't think Rod would have considered a room like that. None of the rooms were being used at the time. It looked like most everyone liked to sleep in and have their appointments later in the day. The tour ended and I thanked Peter and told him I'd see him later.

I worked out in their gym, showered, had breakfast and sat around in my room until my appointment. My ass was feeling better but still sore. I flipped through the porn on the TV before heading down to the 'doctor's office'. The hot porn had the effect I expected and I got aroused and wet quickly. I was looking forward to another hot session with three studs. It would be like my birthday, opening presents to see what I got when the men took their clothes off for me. I played a little with my enhanced breasts and grinded my clit a little watching the porn, then left my room in my robe for the appointment.

The spa was much busier when I walked through it. Many other people with robes on were heading to their appointments. I saw first hand what the guys had said about the cliental, most of the people in robes were older, both male and female. I was quite the rarity around here.

I opened the door to the fake doctor's office and entered a small waiting room. A blond haired blue eyed hunk was sitting behind a desk and I went up to him.

"Mrs. Evans here for my appointment," I said.

Right on time Mrs. Evans. Let me see if the doctor is ready for you."

He got up and disappeared behind a wall. I had to smile at him staying in character as he did. He came back quickly.

"Right this way Mrs. Evans," he motioned with his arm. I waked towards him and around the corner. "My name is Dirk, I'm Dr. Peter's assistant," Dirk said leading me to door.

He opened it and it was just what I expected. Work bench with stirrups and all.

"If you would please remove your robe and get into position, the doctor will be in in a moment," Dirk said leaving the room again.

I giggled and did as he said. The bench was heated like the garage chair and I waited with my feet up butt naked for the door to open again. The anticipation had me aroused and wet. The room looked just like a doctor's office, except in place of the normal instruments were adult toys again. I could tell they were teasing me because it took a good five minutes before the door opened again.

"Sorry for the wait Mrs. Evans. I'm Doctor Peter, you've met Dirk, and this is my other assistant Joe.

Joe had thick dark hair cut short, and was Latino with dark eyes and olive skin. He nodded at me and all three of them were checking out my body in this odd position. I smiled at them. Peter sat on a stool and wheeled it right up to my body to 'examine' me.

"So was there a specific problem or is this just an annual exam?" he asked.

"Well, my ass is a little sore from yesterday, it got pounded pretty hard," I giggled.

"I see, well we might have something to help with that," he said.

His hands were really warm and I felt him place his fingers on my legs and slide them forward to my lips. He spread me open with his thumb and index finger and asked Dirk to hand him an instrument. I heard Dirk apply some lube to something and seconds later a large warm rubber toy entered my vagina. I moaned and arched my back as the toy continued in deep.

"It seems your vagina isn't sore," Peter said.

"Oh, no it's just perfect thanks," I returned.

He slid the toy in and out a few times and spoke again. "My assistants are going to check your breasts now while I continue to examine you."

I just smiled as Dirk and Joe came to both sides of me and started checking my breasts with their mouths. Peter continued sliding the toy in deep and out again. My nipples were treated to nibbling, licking and sucking. It felt wonderful, and even better when Peter held the toy as far in as he could and started examining my clit with his tongue and mouth. I was on the verge of an orgasm within minutes from all the attention. My ass still throbbed a fraction but the pleasure was much better. I got a little nervous when I felt Peter's finger on my sore bum. He was spreading something warm on to my sore opening. It was strange but slowly the throbbing disappeared and my little asshole felt almost numb from the ointment he placed on it. He waited a few minutes while still eating me and moving the toy in and out.

Then I felt his finger probing around my ass again. I felt him penetrate it with the tip of his finger but expecting pain, I felt none. I knew he was entering me but it didn't hurt. The assistants were still feasting on my breasts and rubbing my arms, shoulders, stomach and legs.

"How does that feel, Mrs. Evans?" Peter asked.

"Good actually, what did you do?" I asked referring to my ass.

"It's called Anal Ease, kind of a numbing agent to alleviate the discomfort," he said.

"It's nice."

As I spoke he pushed more of his finger inside of my ass. It was nice! Combined with his clit play and the large dildo shoved up my pussy I came in seconds. I screamed as my climax peaked and I convulsed on the toy as Peter's quick tongue teased my clit. My ass grabbed and tugged at his finger but only added to the pleasure. They let me spasm and scream until I relaxed and went limp.

"You are very healthy Mrs. Evans, a model patient. There are a few more tests I would like to run and then my assistants would like to practice on a live patient as well. Is that okay Mrs. Evans?"

"Ahuh," I breathed out between ragged breaths.

I felt his finger and the toy leave my body. My eyes were glassy and blurry but I didn't miss them beginning to remove their doctor jackets and start removing their clothing. I think being hung well came with the job or something because the three of them were larger than Rod. None of them matched Ryan's cock from yesterday but each specimen was wide and long.

I watched between my legs as Peter finished undressing and walked towards me with his cock in his hand. He rubbed it up and down my wet slit and slid it in. I moaned loud as his bulbous head spread me wide and continued deep inside my body.

"This instrument checks deep inside your vagina for any problems," he said shoving his cock in roughly. "It takes some time to get a reading so bear with me."

Oh shit I was definitely bearing with him. It felt incredible. I reached up and took both Dirk and Joe's cocks in my hand and began to stroke them while Peter slammed his instrument in and deep.

"I'll make sure your assistants equipment is in working order for their lesson," I said without giggling.

"Very good idea, Mrs. Evans."

I kept stroking Dirk, but pulled Joe forward to my face and turned my head to take him in my mouth. He moaned loudly as I sucked his head and took him as deep as I could. He started moving in, fucking my face with his wide rod. Peter was going nuts down in my pussy. My legs shook in the stirrups and he started squeezing my clit as he drove his tool deep with each thrust.

"Almost have a reading Mrs. Evans. How are you doing?" he asked.

"Ahhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm," was all I could muster with the cock in my mouth.

He suddenly stopped and pulled his hard cock from my body. I thought he was going to cum on me but instead he was just looking into my wide open pussy.

"Looks good inside, very healthy," he said. "Now I need to check your anus for any problems as well."

I was about to complain and tell him no but Joe held my head on his cock and rammed it deep into my throat. I felt lots of lube suddenly on my numb ass and figured I'd let him try since it wasn't hurting anymore.

"Okay, here we go Mrs. Evans. Please alert me of any discomfort," the doctor said.

He was going right to it! No toys, no fingers, just his hard cock right off the bat. My eyes were wide and looking down as he added lube to his hard purple head. Joe was still fucking my mouth and I limply stroked Dirk.. I felt Peter's large head begin to penetrate my tight ass. The Anal Ease was working miracles. It didn't even hurt, and felt better than yesterday. He was in and still going deeper. I felt his hard warm shaft plunge into my ass and fill me up with pleasure. He worked my clit and held his hot instrument deep inside of me.

"Very nice Mrs. Evans, you have a very healthy anal cavity."

He no sooner said that when he pulled out and thrust back in without a pause. I moaned on the cock in my mouth while Dirk played with my tits. He wasn't getting the attention he wanted and grabbed my head away from Joe and fed me his cock instead. He was wider than Joe but shorter. I found Joe's cock with my hand, so I could keep him satisfied as Dirk proceeded to fuck my mouth.. My clit was tingling and the cock in my ass felt wonderful.

"You're doing excellent Mrs. Evans. I almost have a reading again. I'm going to deposit a special serum just incase the reading is disrupted."

I knew exactly what he meant. He was going to cum in my ass. That would be new. I looked forward to the experience. He pounded away for a few more minutes in silence. I felt his cock widen and he said he was going to commence the serum application. His cock exploded inside of me, filling my ass with hot cum. I heard him moan and his movement stopped from sliding and became a convulsion inside of me during his ejaculation. I came with him for the second time during this appointment. It was different than with the toy and the clit play. it emulated from my ass and I think I had just had my first anal orgasm.

He finished up and said, "That should do it. The serum will keep you healthy. Now I believe it is my assistants turn."

He removed his hard shaft from my quivering ass. It felt like it was wide open and very wet. Both Dirk and Joe left me and moved to my lower half. The doctor moved out of their way and they started their exam. Peter's cock slowly went limp as he watched his assistants work. They took turns eating my pussy and playing with the cum in my ass with their fingers.

After awhile of this the doctor spoke up, "Okay, I think Mrs. Evans is ready for the last exam. This exam uses two instruments at the same time. It checks both your anal cavity and vaginal for additional problems not seen on an individual scan."

Oh shit, he meant double penetration! I didn't know if I was ready for that. I knew I was curious and wanted to try it someday but after how sore I was yesterday I was very hesitant to do it so soon after. They didn't let me complain. The doctor lifted my back and sat me upright so Dirk could sit behind me. He scooted down and lifted me right up on him with ease. Once I was on his lap he grabbed his hard shaft and found my ass with his head. It went in easy all the way to his balls. I screamed in pleasure as the cock rushed in deep.

"Okay very nice, that's the first instrument now if you will Joe," the doctor said.

I looked up as Joe approached. I felt his hard head press against my vagina and slowly ease in over Dirk's cock below. Holy shit it was tight! I couldn't believe my body adjusted to it but he got his cock all the way in and I was being double fucked for the first time ever! Neither of them moved for a while. Dr. Peter checked if I was okay. I nodded I was because I couldn't speak. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest and my breathing was out of control. The two large cocks in my body had me speechless. Soon after I nodded Joe slowly withdrew his instrument and slid it back in. It felt really good in my pussy with the large cock in my ass. The problem came when Dirk started trying to move his shaft in my ass. The Anal Ease seemed to be wearing off and my ass began to burn and throb.

"Oh shit, it's too much! Please hurry!" I voiced.

"They need just a few more minutes to get a reading Mrs. Evans," the doctor said.

Fuck! It was getting worse the harder Dirk tried to thrust with his cock. My pussy was okay and Joe was really going after it but my ass was on fire.

"Please stop! I can't take any more!" I struggled to say.

"Okay Mrs. Evans, I think they have what they need."

Joe pulled out first and then Dirk quickly lifted me off of his shaft. My ass welcomed the emptiness but still throbbed and burned. Dirk moved out from under me and stood up off the cushion bench. Both assistants stood on either side of me stroking their instruments. The doctor explained they were going to give me an ointment for my breasts to keep them firm and healthy. My ass hurt and I didn't respond very well.. My eyes were closed but I opened them as I felt the first splatter of cum hit my right breast. It was Joe, he covered my right side well, bucking and swearing as he applied his ointment. Dirk wasn't far behind and he put out even more adding to Joe's load and covering the other breast and ribs.

I rubbed the spunk around my chest and into my skin as the doctor ordered. Gingerly I stood up off the bench and Peter helped me with my robe. They all looked concerned. I assured them I would be fine. I just needed some time in my hot tub. I don't know if they believed me, as I left I heard them talking about getting fired as the door closed behind me.




The Gift



I wasn't going to complain. They stopped when I told them too, basically. The walk back to my room was torture. I started filling the tub, dropping my robe and gently feeling my sore ass. It was so tender to the touch, wet, slick and sticky from the lube and cum I was sure was still inside.

The hot water stung at first but soon soothed my as I eased into the tub and laid back to relax. I didn't think I could handle anything else tomorrow, and thought about checking out tonight or at least in the morning before my last session. I was getting more that my fill of hard cock!

About a half hour later Rod called. I almost didn't answer it again, I didn't know how he would react if I told him the truth of today's appointment. I answered anyway.

"Hi sweetie," I said.

"Hey, how did it go today?"

"Well... it started out okay but my poor little ass was too sore from yesterday. It really hurt when I got DP for the first time."

"No way! You did DP?"

"Yeah, it hurt bad Rod. I think I've had enough. I might just check out tomorrow morning."

"If that's what you want to do."

"I don't know, I'll decide tomorrow I guess."

"Okay, well tell me what happened."

We spent the next hour talking and I went over everything for him again. He was really trying for me. He told me he would understand if I came home early as we hung up. I skipped dinner and just went right to bed. It took a while to sleep with my ass aching.

Chapter 3

I woke up from the pain when I moved. My ass was so sore it hurt just to roll over. The Anal Ease must have really worked well while Peter was fucking my ass because now, with it completely worn off, I was paying the price. There was no way I could do anymore. I was sure even a penis in my pussy would hurt my ass. I was done, definitely checking out this morning. Hopefully I could bump up my flight today.

Walking hurt, dressing hurt worse. I was mad at myself for letting them do what they did to me yesterday. I knew my ass was too sore for more, but I was caught up in the moment and let it happen. I worried about some permanent damage because that was how bad it hurt. I packed my things up, called down for help with my bags and told them I was checking out early. This must have caused a firestorm because less than 15 minutes later there was a knock on my door. I thought it was just the bellhop here to get my bags but it wasn't.

I opened the door to a strikingly beautiful woman in a tight business suit.

"Can I help you?"

"Hello Mrs. Evans, my name is Bridget Johnson, I'm the spa manager. I've been told you wish to check out early. What seems to be the problem?"

There were others walking in the hall and I really didn't want to discuss this out in the open so I asked her to come in. I closed the door and walked slowly over to a chair, gritting my teeth. I think she picked up on what the problem was just by the way I walked and gently sat down.

"I've had my fill, I'm good and satisfied and don't need the additional appointment," I began.

"I see, you might have overestimated your abilities when you ordered the appointments you did."

"Actually, my husband Rod scheduled everything. I was naïve and didn't realize what I was getting into until it was too late."

"As manager it is very important to me that my customers leave here very satisfied and with a high opinion of our staff and spa."

"I understand. You think I'm going to complain or tell others I had a terrible experience here. Hurt your reputation as it were. Well don't worry Bridget, I got what my husband sent me to get, your staff did what they were hired to do. I have no complaints with them or anything about your spa. Just myself."

"That may be, but you are still leaving early and dissatisfied. I can't have that Mrs. Evans, we must set things right."

"Umm, what do you have in mind? I'm so sore I can scarcely walk."

"I know why you are here. I know about your husband's accident."

"What? What difference does that make?"

"I can help him."

"How?"

"You probably have no idea how many older men we see here. Impotent men hoping the rumors are true."

"Rumors?"

"Not rumors, reality. You see we work miracles here Mrs. Evans. We've been able to get a penis that has been soft for decades to harden and ejaculate. Does this interest you Mrs. Evans?"

My heart was racing. I could scarcely believe the words she just spoke. Was it really possible? Could she really help Rod after no one else could?

"I'm very interested Bridget. Please explain."

"The technique is ancient, the ingredients legend. I can teach you what you need to do. I can teach you how to please your husband's soft cock. I can teach you how to make him cum again Mrs. Evans."

My heart was racing even faster. It was all I wanted. What I had been wishing for since the horrible accident. Just to have my husband's penis inside me again. To have him moan and cum with me again.

"Please teach me. What do I have to do?!" I blurted louder than I though.

"Just listen and learn and leave here satisfied Mrs. Evans that's all we want from you."

"If this is true and you can teach me this I'll be the most satisfied customer you've ever had!"

"Very well, I'll tell them you are staying and I'll change your appointment to the appropriate room. You'll be working with me personally. We have a guest arriving today with a similar problem as your husband. Together we will help him and teach you what you need to know for Rod. I'll have them call you with the new room. The appointment will be at the same time as your previously scheduled one."

"I can't wait! You have no idea what this will mean to me and Rod."

"Oh I think I do Mrs. Evans. I think I do."

She got up from the table we were sitting out and let herself out of the room. I was beside myself with anticipation and excitement. I hadn't even bothered looking at my last appointment. I quickly turned through the book and found that it was thankfully earlier than the previous days.. It was going to be hard waiting. I was so excited I would have let Ryan fuck my ass with his huge cock to get the information Britney said she had.

Time passed so slowly, I ate breakfast, skipped exercise because my ass hurt too much. All I could think about was what Britney could teach me. I was tempted to call Rod and tell him what might happen, but I decided I shouldn't get his hopes up. Britney seemed very confident it would work but I had seen dozens of treatments fail before. I just tried to be patient and wait.

*****

I got the call telling me which room to meet her in. I found the room on my map, ignored the pain in my bum and left my room to find it. It looked like just a simple massage parlor with one long bench for a person to lay on in the room. Up against one side of the room was a sink and cupboards.. Britney was rooting through them when I walked in. I just had my robe and flip flops on, having changed out of my clothes when I knew I was going to stay. Britney was dressed the same.

"Ah, you're here perfect. Please join me and we'll get started."

"Where is the gentleman we are going to help?"

"He'll be along shortly; we have to get things ready ahead of time."

I stood next to her as she finished adding to her pile of small glass jars. They each had labels on them but the only one I recognized was honey.

"These are the ingredients to what we call the Awakening Kiss. Discovered centuries ago, if mixed together properly, restore the function to the male organ. First we have to prepare it and then I'll teach you how to administer it once our patient arrives if need be."

"If need be?"

"Sometimes we discover the problem with impotence is all in the man's mind and with the proper stimulation and coercion can be solved without the Awakening Kiss."

"I see."

"I'm sure in your husband's case it is much more severe than a mind set. Let's get started."

The next half hour I worked with her mixing up a dark paste with all the ingredients on the counter. It was very odd; it almost reminded me of witchcraft with the names of the things we were adding. Each ingredient had to be measured exactly. She stressed this point greatly to me and corrected me several times if I had too much or too little before I added it. Different things had to be mixed with others before added to the final goo and even the instruments we used for the mixing were special. She said she was going to give me everything I needed to take home with me when I left. A knock on the door sounded just as we finished with the last few stirs. Even they had to be counted exactly!

"Come in," Britney said.

The door opened and a middle aged man, with receding hair, slight gut and a limp entered the room.

"Hello, Mr. Hale. This is Emily, you can call me Britney. Please take as seat on the bench we will be with you shortly."

I smiled at him and it appeared he liked what he saw from both Britney and I in our robes. He sat with his hand in his lap. Britney covered the paste with a towel and turned back to Mr. Hale..

"Now, please tell us what happened and why you are here."

"I was having impotence issues before the accident and the doctor proscribed Viagra, which seemed to be working very well. This previous condition only made matters worse after the accident. I was working with a skill saw, cutting more than I should have been at one time when the blade broke and flew out of the saw. It landed on my right leg and traveled across my penis completely severing the appendage. It was reattached as well as possible but I have almost no feeling left and can't achieve an erection since."

My breath caught in my throat when he opened his robe to reveal the scars. I could see why he had a limp. The scar on his leg was enormous. The saw blade must have almost taken his leg as well. His penis looked well repaired but in its flaccid state it was hard to tell. Without saying another word Bridget dropped her robe and stood before him totally naked. She was gorgeous. Tan, toned, perfect. Her breast defied gravity, her ass was phenomenal; she shaved all her hair from her pussy. I thought I had a decent body but this woman was unbelievable.

I knew what she was doing. She was making sure it wasn't in Mr. Hale's mind. His mouth dropped open when he saw her and she let him admire her before walking towards him.

"Touch me Mr. Hale. Feel my breasts, nibble them if you like," she said..

He raised his hands and cupped both breasts with his palms. She moaned for effect when he pinched her hardening nipples and tugged on them. She moved forward for him to suck and nibble on them. I watched his penis for any movement but nothing was happening so far. He kept sucking and grabbing at her body, even running his hand down to her smooth mound and sticking a finger into her. She moaned louder for him as he forced another digit deep inside.

She reached out and grabbed his flaccid cock while he played. She tugged and played with it but it remained just as limp as Rod's always did. If she could get him hard with this concoction than I knew it would work on Rod. The couple continued for a good ten minutes. She even sucked on his soft penis but nothing worked. It was not in his mind. She was much too attractive and the things he was doing to her, and her to him, should have had him hard as a rock. She finally pulled away from him and stood back.

"Okay Mr. Hale, your injury is quite severe but don't worry. I've never seen the Awaking Kiss fail." She walked back over to me and whispered, "Watch me very carefully I'll demonstrate first and than you can try it as well, so you know how to do it."

I nodded and she picked up the stone bowl. I followed her over to the bench and she told Mr. Hale to lay down. He couldn't take his eyes off her but I didn't blame him. She spread his legs and set the bowl between them.

"Now this will fill warm almost like menthol when applied. I just need you to relax and let me apply it where I need to. Emily is going to assist me now as well."

She turned to me and motioned for me to remove my robe. I didn't hesitate and Mr. Hale's eyes went to my body and then between the two of us. Britney removed the towel and dipped two fingers into the paste. Lifting his limp cock she coated the underside of his shaft first, then his balls. Letting his penis go she added more to the other side of his shaft until his entire penis and nuts were covered.

"Do you feel the heat?" she asked. He nodded. "Good, now take a deep breath and relax."

She dipped into the ointment again with her fingers and spread it around his anus and slowly inserted her fingers a few inches into his ass. He jumped a little but she told him to relax again.

"Now I'm stimulating your prostate with the ointment, it might feel like you need to urinate but don't worry you won't."

I watched very attentively. She was curling her fingers inside his ass and turned to me.. "Emily will you take over here." I knew she wanted to make sure I knew what to do inside his ass so I could do it for Rod. She removed her hand and I placed my in the same position and inserted my fingers.

"Now bend your fingers towards his penis. Do you feel a walnut sized lump?"

"Yes."

"That is his prostate, rub the ointment on it and massage it gently."

I did what she said. Until she told me it was good enough and I took my fingers back out. Mr. Hale's breathing had increased but his penis was still limp as before. I was wondering if it wasn't working or if this was normal.

"Now Mr. Hale you might experience some discomfort but it's required. I will now perform the Awaking Kiss, after which Emily will participate as well. Sometimes it works the first time sometimes it doesn't."

I watched with wide eyes as Britney took more of the ointment on her fingers, but this time she put it in her mouth. She waited a few seconds and I could tell she was letting it melt in her mouth and join with her saliva. She never swallowed. After the waiting she bend down and took his limp cock in her mouth and from what I saw she forced the liquid up into his penis through the hole. Mr. Hale jumped and moaned with a little pain as she blew the concoction into his urethra. Once her mouth was empty she took her mouth off his cock. I stared in disbelief as his cock lurched and enlarged slightly. He looked down himself. I could tell he was feeling something new for the first time.

"Now Emily, add some ointment to your mouth and force it into Mr. Hale's penis as I did. It appears a double dose is required."

His cock was still mostly flaccid but there was some definite life in it now. I was shaking I was so excited. This was what Rod needed, this was going to work! I quickly dipped into the bowel and put the bitter paste in my mouth. It was much too thick to go up his penis without letting it melt. I swished it in my mouth adding a lot of saliva to it.. The honey took some of the bitter taste away but it was pretty disgusting. Once it was thin liquid I grabbed his noticeably wider cock and put my mouth around his shaft, being careful not to lose any liquid.

"Now Emily you will have to use quite a bit of force to blow it in, don't be afraid," Britney explained.

I centered his hole in my mouth and forced the liquid up into his penis until it was all gone. He jerked and moaned again but I got it in okay. I felt his cock lurch in my mouth and begin to grow. Steadily it widened and I took my mouth off of it to watch in awe.

"Very nice, now stroke him Emily, keep it stimulated, help him up to a full erection."

Mr. Hale was almost crying, but he began to moan as I stroked his cock. I could see the scar now from the injury. It was a jagged white line, over halfway down his shaft. His head plumped and I felt his shaft fill with blood and pulse in my hand as I stroked. He was fully hard in less than two more minutes.

"You did it! I don't believe it! You did it!" he screamed.

"Yes, Mr. Hale, you will be able to return to full function now, just as soon as the kiss is complete."

"Complete? What do you mean he's hard! It worked." I blurted.

"We have found that if the act of ejaculation isn't achieved shortly after, the kiss will lose its potency."

"So he needs to cum now." I said.

"Exactly."

I had stopped stroking his cock because he was hard and I thought we were done but I guess not. Britney took over and began sucking and stroking his hard member while I watched. Mr. Hale moaned and quivered. It had obviously been a while since he had experienced the pleasure of a hard cock. His moans got louder and his balls rose tight against his shaft. He was going to cum any second now. Britney took her mouth of his cock and stroked him quickly until his cock erupted. The semen wasn't normal, it was brown and appeared to be mixed with the ointment as it shot out of his cock landing on his stomach. The more he came the cleaner the cum became and the last few spurts looked almost normal color.

He bucked and moaned loudly during his orgasm. It kind of turned me on. His cock remained hard a lot longer than I thought it would after his climax. Britney cleaned him off with a hot washrag and his cock remained hard the entire time.

"Now Mr. Hale, I want to see you in two hours to make sure the kiss took effect. It usually does so don't worry. I may even let you fuck me when you return. Would you like that Mr. Hale?" she teased.

"Oh very much! Thank you both for this! I can't express my gratitude enough."

He got up, put his robe on and left the room with his new hard on.

"That was spectacular Britney! It worked! I can fix Rod now!" I blurted.

"Yes, but remember Mr. Evans this technique is a closely guarded secret. We charge a huge amount of money for this service. I should really make Rod come here for it to be performed but I want my customers to be pleased so I'm allowing you to perform it in your home. That is why I taught you how. I trust you will keep our secret?"

"Most assuredly Britney. Rod and I will be in your debt forever."

"If you want you can return and help me again with Mr. Hale. Nothing special has to happen; it should be just a normal session now."

"I might just do that."

"I've written down the instruction and prepared the ingredients for you. You can pick them up before you leave. Please destroy the instruction and any left over ingredients after the kiss is performed. Remember everything has to be exactly as it was today."

I thanked her again and left for my room feeling better than ever. My ass still throbbed but I could careless now. On the way back to my room I ran into Ryan coming the other way.

"Mrs. Evans, you canceled your appointment? Why?"

"Oh, hi Ryan, I made another one with Britney, something she had to show me."

"I see, well, have you thought about what I discussed with you the other day?"

"Umm, yes, I don't think it's going to happen Ryan, I'm much too sore for any kind of sex let alone your giant cock."

"That's disappointing; I really was looking forward to trying again."

"Sorry, it's just not feasible, and I'm afraid I don't think I'll be back again."

"I understand. It was good to meet you Mrs. Evans. You take care."

I left him and returned to my room

*****

The two hours passed quickly. I was so excited I wanted to leave immediately to get back to Rod but I didn't want to seem ungrateful to Britney either. I returned to the room and Mr. Hale was already waiting outside.

"Hi Mr. Hale, did it seem to take?" I asked..

"I think so; my boner went away about five minutes after I left. But I feel so much different; it stirs and pulses now like it did when I was a teenager. Right now just talking about it its already growing again! It's like I'm 16. It's amazing!"

"That is excellent news."

Britney showed up soon after and the three of us went inside the small room. She instructed Mr. Hale to disrobe and lay on the bench again. She dropped her robe and stood before him and watched his cock. It began to grow immediately and bounced its way up to hover over his stomach.




The Gift



"Very nice Mr. Hale. I believe you are completely healed. You achieved an erection two hours after ejaculation with no stimulation other than visual."

"It's truly amazing," he said.

"We should test its full function of course. Do you still want to fuck me Mr. Hale?" she asked.

"More than ever!" he voiced.

"Very well."

She climbed up on the bench and grabbed his hard shaft and stroked it a few times while she played with her pussy and clit. She was rubbing her own juices around her lips while she stroked him. I just stood and watched, feeling my own pussy moisten. She was incredibly good looking and was even a turn on for me. She climbed further over Mr. Hale once she was wet enough and eased his hard cock into her shaved twat. They both moaned at the same time. His hands went right after her large breasts, pawing at them and squeezing. She rose up and down on his repaired dick and it quickly became shiny and wet from her stimulated insides.

"Do you like that Mr. Hale? My hot wet pussy loves your cock. Your big, fat, hard cock!"

He just mumbled with her right breast in his mouth. She rocked her hips back and forth bending his cock left and right and back and forth as she slid up and down on him. Judas it was hot and I was getting wetter by the second. She kept it up, increasing her speed like she was trying to get him to cum quickly.

"Let's test your stamina Mr. Hale. Can you keep from coming when I do this?" she asked.

She rose up on just her feet and began bouncing up and down on his cock very rapidly. She had incredible balance and rode his cock like a professional. She didn't tire and Mr. Hale didn't cum. She continued for a while and I felt my juices running down my inner thigh. I put my hand in my robe and found my clit hard and pressing out among my folds. I played a little, they didn't notice. His eyes were glued to her perfect breasts as they bounced and shook with her effort.

"Very good Mr. Hale, you are doing an excellent job. Your cock is remaining hard and you are lasting very well."

I continued to play rubbing my juices around my clit with my middle finger. My body tingled and the trail of warm liquid extended down my leg. My nipples were hard and pressed out on the robe. Britney's were as well. She was enjoying this mans cock now; I think she was actually going to cum herself. A few minutes later I was right. She almost fell over when her climax hit, forcing her to drop to her knees and grind her clit on his body with his cock shoved deep in her flooding pussy.

"Oh my Mr. Hale, you are really good, your new cock hits me in all the right places and you're lasting so long," she encouraged him. "I think it's time for something different. How would you like to fuck my ass Mr. Hale?" she asked.

He was speechless and she took that for a yes. I watched in awe as she rose back up on her feet and took his cock from her drenched pussy and rubbed it around her anus. Once lubed she eased down on his shaft taking him easily into her incredible ass. He moaned his loudest moan yet and I though he had cum as soon as it was in all the way.

"Oh you like my ass don't you Mr. Hale? You like how tight and hot it is. My ass loves you hard cock Mr. Hale. It wants you to fuck it hard. I want you to fuck my ass and cum in my cute little bottom."

Damn she was working this guy over with her dirty talk and it only made me wetter, if that was even possible. When she stared back up Mr. Hale's face changed to utter bliss. I watched as her ass clung tightly to his shaft, it squeezed and pinched as she went up, noticeably making the shaft narrower. She had incredible control over her muscles and Mr. Hale didn't last another minute with her unbelievable ass working his cock.. His whole body tightened up and I watched his cock convulse inside of her. She screamed as his cum drenched her insides, but he yelled louder. It must have been an unparalleled orgasm because I haven't seen many men act the way he was. It continued and she never stopped sliding up and down on his ejaculation cock until he fell limp on the bench, breathing heavily.

"Very good Mr. Hale, I do believe you are perfectly healed," she said and moved off of his cock.

It flipped out of her ass and some cum dripped down on the bench before her hole closed. His cock was covered in his cum and I watched it slowly soften like normal. The semen was pure white and thick, it looked very healthy and plentiful.

"That was amazing! I would have paid twice the amount if I would have known what happened after the treatment," Mr. Hale said.

"I'm glad you are pleased."

It took him a few minutes to recover. He dressed and left us alone, happier than I've seen a person in a long time.

"Wow, I'd say he got his money's worth," I said.

"Like I said Mrs. Evans we are here to please. I'm sure you'll do the same to Rod when you return home."

"I can't wait!"

Chapter 4

Rod picked me up from the airport and we loaded my stuff in the trunk. He didn't question the additional box, taped tightly shut. I had carried it on to make sure nothing happened to it on the flight home. I wanted to blurt out what I knew in the car, it was all I could do to remain calm and not tell him about the Awakening Kiss.

"So how was your last session? You mentioned being really sore, but you stayed the last day so I figured you got over it."

"It was the best session yet. I can't wait to show you what I did," I said.

"Don't you mean tell me? I'm still the same Emily; it goes soft as soon as I take the pump off. I've been trying each day you were gone but nothing's changed."

"You'll understand what I mean when we get home," I said.

He looked at me curiously, but turned his head to the road and drove.

"When we get home I want you to do something for me Rod."

"Okay, anything Emily."

"I want you to go into our bedroom, undress and lie on the bed and wait for me. I'll be about a half hour. Do you think you can do that?"

"Umm, sure. Do you want me to get the pump ready and stuff?"

"No, just lay on the bed and wait. You can watch some porn if you want."

We unloaded my stuff and I carried the box myself into the kitchen. He took my suitcase into our room and came back out.

"What did I ask?" I said, seeing him come into the kitchen.

I had a knife in my hands and was just cutting the tape on the box.

"Oh sorry, you meant right when we got home?"

"Yeah, I'll be in in a while, be a good boy and wait for me."

He smiled and left me to it. I unpacked everything and read the instructions twice through and began the preparations. A half hour later I had the ointment completed and was confident I did everything right. I picked up the towel covered bowl and walked with it into my room. Rod was naked with his head propped up with the remote in his hand. The screen was paused with a redhead surrounded by five cocks. Rod's cock was tiny and soft.

"What's that?" he asked seeing the bowel.

"This sweetie is the answer to our prayers. My last appointment was with an extraordinary woman and she taught me a technique call the Awaking Kiss. It's going to restore full function to your penis!" I exclaimed.

"What? Don't tease me Emily, that's not funny."

"Rod I'm serious. I've seen it work; I performed it already on this guy who couldn't get hard. It worked!"

"You're not kidding are you?"

"No I'm not, we are going to have sex tonight Rod! You're going to get hard and you're going to cum again!"

I was so excited I was shaking and almost dropped the bowel.. I set it down, next to the TV and removed my clothing while Rod watched me. My ass was still a little sore but I didn't care. I was going to fuck my husband no matter what. Once naked I climbed onto the bed with the bowel and he just watched me.

"Okay, you ready?" I asked.

"More than you know. If this works it will be... it will be..."

He was a loss for words and I knew how he felt. I explained what I was going to do before I did it and he never questioned me at all. I spread the paste on his cock, balls and ass. We had tried prostate massage before as a treatment so it wasn't new to him to have my fingers in his ass. He commented on the warmth of the paste and I smiled at him pulling my fingers out. This was it the moment of truth. I put the paste in my mouth, swirling it around while he watched. Grabbing his soft cock I spat it forcefully into his penis and released his cock. He complained slightly at the odd uncomfortable sensation. I waited and watched. It jumped! It moved! It began to grow in front of our eyes!

"It's working Emily!"

I grabbed his shaft and stroked it as it grew. It didn't fully harden but it was harder than I have felt in a long time.

"I think you need one more dose sweetie."

He was beside himself with joy with just half an erection and nodded. I added more paste to my mouth, blowing it into his semi hard shaft again. It took instantly and grew in my mouth.. I didn't really want to suck his cock with all the paste on his shaft but to feel his penis hard in my mouth again was the most wonderful thing in the world, I sucked him hard and stroked his paste covered shaft. He moaned and I looked up. He was crying with huge tears in his eyes.

"It worked Rod! We did it. You still need to cum for it to take full effect." I said taking him out of my mouth for just a long enough to explain.

I went back to sucking and stoking using the thick paste on his cock and rolling his tightening balls in my hands. He hardened further and I felt his cock about ready to burst. I moved my mouth and stoked him through his dirty orgasm until his cum ran clean. He squirmed and screamed with the intensity of his orgasm after so long without.

"Oh Rod you have no idea how I've wanted to see you penis do that again."

"I think I do, because I've wanted to feel that again for a very long time."

I cleaned him up and sat with him on the bed. His cock was hard but slowly went soft a few minutes later. We talked about Britney and how this had all happened. I told him we needed to check if it took in about two hours. He had no complaints.

The DVD player had turned its self off and the TV was blank.. I snuggled up to him and we talked more waiting our two hours.

*****

The two hours went fast; we actually started a little before. When I went for his penis I found it oozing on its own. That was something that hadn't happened since the accident as well. I was so excited to see and feel the slick clear liquid I had never been happier in my life. Just playing with his pre-cum with my finger caused his penis to grow rapidly and he was soon hard and throbbing with a huge smile on his face. I think I lay their sucking it for fifteen minutes straight, trying to make up for lost time I guess. He had no complaints; with his hands behind his head he let me work his cock over with my mouth.

I played with his balls, took him deep, sucked his head hard and licked every inch of his throbbing newly healed manhood. His cock was a little crooked now from the accident, bending to the left about midway up. I didn't care. Just to have him hard and oozing in my mouth was heaven. I started getting carried away, feeling his balls rise and cock widen. I think I had him on the verge or orgasm so I stopped, really wanting him inside me after so long.

He smiled at me when I sat up, throwing my leg over him and climbing onto his lap. I was extremely wet after sucking him so long. I could feel a slight throb and pain in my bum but ignored it. His penis slid into me easily, taking his crooked member inside my wet pussy. We both moaned and he grabbed my fake breasts and squeezed both of them hard making me squeal. It felt incredible; there was something about not having him for long that made it new again. The bend in his shaft added a difference as well, seemed to rub my left side more when I rose up and down on him.

He grabbed my hips and helped me up and down, slamming me hard onto his member and we grunted together. Grinding and rocking I concentrated on pleasing myself with my husbands wonderful penis as deep as it would go. He helped with his hand all over my body, between my breasts, hips, back and hair. I came about five minutes later, with tears in my eyes for having back what I so desired. We were a true couple again, one flesh, connected in a sensual, sweaty embrace. My body was alive with pleasure, shuttering on its own as the waves rushed over me.

I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. He held me as I sobbed, I was overcome with the reality of the moment and my emotions were flooding over me. His hard penis remained deep inside of me but he let me catch my breath and wipe away the tears. I wanted to give him something I hadn't yet, impart my love for him in some new way. My butt throbbed but I didn't care. Lifting my head I looked into his face.

"Rod, I want you to fuck my ass."

"Really? I thought you were too sore."

"I don't care; I want to feel your hard cock in my ass for the first time."

Without his answer I climbed off of him and turned away, facing the TV on my hands and knees. I shoved my ass back at him and used my finger to open my pussy lips and trail some fresh juice up and around my tight hole. I bit my lip at him and motioned with my finger for him to take me. His penis was shiny, wet and just seeing it again hard and engorged made me almost cry. It was a miracle. He climbed to his knees and got behind me. I had a finger in my sore bum, waiting for him, trying to add as much juice as I could from my orgasm.

"The key is to go very slow Rod. Don't get overly excited okay?" I asked.

"Okay, I'm nervous; I don't want to hurt you."

He was much smaller in width and length than the monsters I had taken at the spa. I wasn't too worried about him in my ass, but if he didn't go slowly it still could be very painful. Especially with my bum still quite sore.

"I'll be fine, just go really slow until I tell you."

He added some spit to the end of his penis and moved it into position. I pushed out as he pushed in and the head popped in rather easy with just a slight burn from having previously taken such large cocks at the spa. He froze, seemed surprised it went in so easy, afraid he had hurt me. I pushed back myself, taking more of him into me. I was looking back at his face. The look of awe and pleasure was priceless and increased as I eased the rest of his member into my warm body.

"Do you like it?" I asked him.

"It's tighter than I thought it would be, and so hot!"

"Good, I'm wanted to give this to you for your return gift. You gave me so much sending me to that spa and the knowledge I returned with was a miracle."

He just nodded, eager to move his cock and fuck my ass. I felt his cock throbbing inside of me. Without the Anal Ease my ass was much more sensitive, I could feel him pulsing, each inch of his penis. I smiled at him and pulled my body away, letting him slide back out. There was a little burn but I knew I could handle it.. He looked so excited I figured he'd cum quick.

"Okay, Rod, I'm fine. Take over."

Slowly he pressed back in and we both moaned. I quickly remembered my clitoris, reaching under my body and pinching it between two fingers. It was hard and wet from my juice and sent a jolt of pleasure through me. His motions steadily increased in speed and the look of bliss spread on his face. His first anal experience must have been very good and exciting because he didn't last two minutes before pulling out and shooting his creamy white load on my back. His volume was impressive; the Awakening Kiss had revitalized not only his penis but his production of semen. Large ropes of hot cum splattered on my back while he grunted and stroked his bent member over me. I loved every second and every drop. My husband was back!

"Whoa! I don't think I have ever cum that much before!"

"Must have been my hot ass," I giggled.

He chuckled as well and found something to clean me up. While he was wiping me off I watched his penis bounce and shrink back soft.

"It looks like you're all healed up. It is truly amazing what the kiss did for you, nothing else worked and within an hour or less you were perfect again."

"Very remarkable, we need to thank Britney for sure.."

"We will."

All cleaned up I snuggled into his chest, never happier in my life.

The End.



The Gift



Crystal heard the voice the first time as she put the phone back in its cradle.

You know perfectly well he's lying.

She spun around. The family room was empty. She stood completely alone in the house, but the voice of a warm, friendly woman spoke directly behind her.

Better check your cookies, sweetie. You're gonna burn them. 

The timer still showed two minutes left. Skin crawling, she walked around the island to it and cracked the door to see her Halloween cookies getting overdone. Quickly, she found oven mitts and pulled them, setting the baking sheet on the stove top, then stood there blinking at them, baffled and disturbed.

She looked around again. The only other face in the room was her own, her terrified green eyes staring back at her from the stainless refrigerator door. She walked cautiously over to the kitchen table, sat, pulled her mitts off and put her hand to her mouth.

You're welcome, the voice commented in dry tones. We should get back to your husband. You do know he's lying. Right?

"Who are you, and where are you hiding?" she demanded, looking around. 

You can call me Susan, sweetie. I'm right here with you.

She pulled in a shaking breath and carefully prompted, "And I can't see you because..."

You're possessed. I'm inside you.

Crystal tried to imagine any explanation she could accept. Was someone playing a trick on her with a hidden speaker? But the voice seemed to be coming from right behind her...

More accurately, the voice is in your head. Difficult place to mount a speaker. Let's talk about your husband.

"Why would a ghost want to talk about my husband?" she stammered.

I think the question here is, 'why would a wife want to be faithful to the cheating bastard?' I've been watching you for a while. I'm impressed with your patience, sweetie. No matter what BS excuse he gives you, you just smile and take it. Why do you do that? 

She folded her arms, still looking around, even though she knew she wouldn't see anyone. She just couldn't figure out where to face when she spoke. "What makes you think he's cheating on me?"

Oh, let's review, shall we? No matter how loving you are to him, he's distant, tired or uninterested. He often leaves his wedding band behind when he goes. You two never have sex. You almost have to tackle him to to kiss him, and then he gets mad at you for being too affectionate. He works long hours, he goes outside to use the cell phone all the time, he never lets you see the bills anymore, he does all the finances at work...and just now, just like every other time he's gone to St. Louis, he phoned to let you know he'll be there an extra day. Again.

Susan's tone had turned mocking by the end. It softened once more. And I've watched you long enough to know you never let an article on 'How to tell when your man is cheating' pass without reading it. Lady, you know. We can move on to the next question.

"I don't know it for sure," Crystal persisted. 

A feeling like a sigh emanated from the spirit. I do. I've listened in on those cellphone conversations. Her name is Julia. Which is why I feel no guilt about what I'm going to make you do. It's time to get those cookies off the baking sheet, sweetie.

Crystal stood and went back to her baking, still worried for her sanity and trying to work out other reasons for the voice. As the last cookie slid onto the wax paper, she found the courage to ask, "What are you going to make me do?"

We're going to cheat on your husband, sweetie. There's a man who hasn't had sex since almost three months before I died. I want to make love to him again. 

"No. Forget it." Crystal set spatula and the baking sheet in the sink.

Susan's exasperation came as a palpable feeling from inside her. What's the point of being faithful to the bastard? Why bother?

"I don't want him to leave me! I don't know what I'd do on my own! And Josh still needs a father!"

He's hardly ever home while the boy is awake. The man doesn't go to any of his games, he doesn't take him fishing or do any activities with him. He doesn't even check to see how he's doing in school. What father are you referring to?

"You can't make me do it, so forget it," she repeated. 

Susan's 'voice' turned arctic. I can't? Let's test this out.

Her hands began unbuttoning her blouse, which she didn't think much about until she realized she had no reason to be doing it. She discovered that she couldn't stop. Like an invisible lover refusing to heed her pleas, her fingertips swept it open and off her shoulders while gently caressing creamy skin on bare shoulders. As she watched them in fear, they traced the edge of her bra downward, slowly dropped to her side. Her arms crossed behind her back to pull out of the sleeves and let the blouse drop to the floor.

"Why am I doing this?" she whimpered as she kicked of her slippers and began undoing her jeans. As she slid them off her hips, her only answer was an amused chuckle from Susan. She stepped out of the jeans and began massaging her tits through the lacy bra cups. 

"Susan, please..."

Relax and enjoy it, sweetie, the ghost seemed to murmur into her ear.

She undid her bra and let it fall, releasing her breasts for her hands to explore. Rose nipples quickly tautened as her fingertips traced circles around her areolas, lingering and teasing for a time before slipping in lazy paths downward. Fingers skimmed across her abdomen, then slid down her hips to her thighs, where her palms pressed into quickly warming skin to massage. Her hands slipped back up to her waist momentarily, then her right slid down into her panties to rub small circles on her mound while her left drifted upward to cup her right breast and begin a rhythmic kneading. She shuddered and leaned back against the center island for support. 

Fingers explored further, slipped into her wetness. Involuntary tremors raced through her body. She begged, "Susan, my son will be home soon...."

The ghost showed no mercy. A hungry desire filled her, drove her, awakened her body. She crushed her breasts with her hand and forearm, a desperate substitute for the weight of a lover's chest. She craved more from her slick fingers and moaned out loud as they began to deliver. 

Her hands settled into a steady tempo and she sank to her knees. In the refrigerator door, she watched a brunette housewife in her early thirties spread her legs and furiously rub one out like a hormone-intoxicated teenager, her hips lending vigorous aid to the effort. Her middle finger, now sopping wet, curled up underneath her clit as her thumb began furiously massaging it, index finger sliding along her lips with the motion. 

The eager digits pushed her higher and faster. She felt the rising tide within her, the sensation missing from her being for so very long, and pushed with burning, sweet desire for it, finding it at last in a burst of shuddering ecstasy. The wave erupted from her as a loud cry of delicious agony, trailing off when her body reached a sexual paralysis.

The afterimage of glowing pleasures soaked into her muscle when they finally relaxed. She leaned, completely drained, propped up against the cabinet doors, her panties soaked, her lungs laboring to catch up. 

The reality of the situation soaked into her mind at the same time. She hadn't even attempted to resist. She'd been unable to resist. Her body had done the ghost's bidding without hesitation. Terror burned within her as pleasure faded. What other things could Susan make her do?

Murder, mayhem, just about anything, sweetie. Your body is mine. You're only in control when I allow it. Now grab your clothes and scoot upstairs, because that boy of yours is coming up the walk.

In a panic, she grabbed her bra, jeans and blouse and dashed for the stairway. She heard the front door opening as she made it to the top.

"Hi, Mom! I'm home!" Josh called.

Fighting to control her voice, she called back, "Hi, honey! Do your homework right away. You've got a party tonight, remember?"

"Yeah." Looking down from the balcony hallway she saw him crossing the living room, slinging his backpack onto the couch. "Hey, cookies!"

She held her tongue until she reached the master bedroom. "They're not frosted yet, Josh!"

Once her bedroom door closed, she leaned her back against it, fighting to catch her breath, calm her pounding heart and control her terror. Her twelve-year-old boy could have walked in only minutes earlier to find his mother masturbating in the kitchen. What had she done to deserve such a thing?

When she spoke again, Susan sounded almost contrite. Goodness, sweetie, I hadn't realized you weren't even doing yourself! That was your first orgasm in ages, wasn't it? How long have you gone without?

She hung her head. "Longer than I want to admit. We haven't made love in this house."

You moved in over a year ago! She could feel amazed sympathy from Susan, then a return to the friendly attitude the ghost had taken when she first made herself known. I really don't feel guilty now. This is practically a mission of mercy.

"I don't want to cheat on him!" she insisted, now pleading, knowing she couldn't stop it..

Crystal, honey, I don't care. You're too good for the bastard and you don't deserve to be neglected like this. It's wrong that he's leaving here to dutifully raise his son for him while he's off visiting his daughter.

"His what?"

You heard me. Her name is Amanda. She's two years old next month. Why do you think you had to trade down to a smaller house? He couldn't afford the mortgage payments on the old place with the child support he's paying to that little bartender of his.

She tried to shut the idea and Susan out of her heart. She whispered, "I don't believe you."

You don't have to, sweetie. I don't need any cooperation from you at all, Susan answered in dry tones. 

Once again her body moved without her permission. She showered and shaved, even denuded her sex, something she'd never done before. With curling iron, hairspray and clips, she did her hair up fancier than she had in years. Susan used her hands to hunt through her jewelry, trying out various items until she settled on a belly chain Crystal hadn't worn since pregnancy and the diamond earrings and necklace she never touched out of fear of losing them. Her wedding ring went into the jewelry case over her desperate protests. 

She gazed into the mirror at a nude beauty she hadn't seen in years. 

Crystal, honey, you are a criminal. Leaving something this gorgeous rotting on the shelf has got to be a crime.

"Being faithful isn't a crime," she hissed angrily, but she could feel waves of rejection from Susan even as she said it.

As much nice as that sentiment may be, enabling that bastard to play however he likes simply must be wrong. Now, I saw you the other day looking at a costume. Let's see, where was it again?.

As she walked into the closet where the costume sat in a box on the shelf, Crystal\ laughed in disbelief. "The white witch costume? That's from college! It doesn't fit anymore! I don't know why I keep it!"

Maybe you were too big for it once, but you've gradually lost weight ever since you moved in. 

She retrieved it and carried it over to the bed. The hat popped right up as she removed the box top, pushed into its conical shape by wires set inside the cloth. She set it aside and picked up the dress. To her amazement, she pulled it on and easily closed the zipper. The ghost had been right; it fit almost perfectly. She donned the sleevelets and put on the hat, then picked up the wand and turned to look at herself in the mirrored closet door.

She couldn't help the delighted giggled that bubbled up out of her, her own amusement, not anything Susan did. She kept pulling down on the too-short hem or pulling up on the nearly immoral neckline-- her bust had gained some with motherhood-- but it was absolutely cute.

No, she was absolutely cute. She bit her lower lip as she modeled it, still giggling. Could she actually wear this tonight?

It isn't a question. You're wearing it. I'm not letting you take it off. Let's go show your son.

"Susan!" she panicked as the ghost began walking her to the bedroom door, "I'm not wearing anything underneath!"

Good point. She turned back, rummaged through her dresser to find a white garter belt and stockings. No amount of pleading would get Susan to agree to adding anything else, not matter how sexy. In a pair of white stilettos, she went marched out to model the outfit for her son, hoping he didn't notice how his pantyless, braless mother was blushing.

Under the circumstances, she could have done without the wide-eyed stare and the "Wow, Mom! You're really hot!"

She escaped as soon as she could, returning to the kitchen to decorate cookies and get the candy bowl ready for that evening. 

Susan had her working on her makeup when Josh's ride arrived. The 'friend' whose parent was driving him there turned out to be a cutie in a catgirl costume. When the girl came to the door to fetch him, her eyes bugged a little too. 

As Josh the wolf man prepared to leave, words came out of Crystal's mouth courtesy Susan... "You have your key with you? I may not be home later."

"Huh? Why... oh yeah, you gotta pick Dad up. I got it; don't worry!"

Crystal watched Josh and the girl leaving. She suppressed a grin when she heard her quietly asking, "Wow, was that really your mother?" After a wave goodbye she closed the door and went to get her hat. With the sun down and the light fading, the trick-or-treaters would come out soon.

"Why did you make me ask if he had his key?"

'Cause you'll be having fun somewhere else when he gets back, of course.

Of course. She recognized in defeat she would be unable to avoid it. By morning she would be as unfaithful as her husband. Years of being a good wife thrown away, and she was powerless to stop it.

Greeting the delighted kids at the door cheered her up somewhat. They would stare with awe up at the pretty white-garbed witch at the door, and once she got used to it, she could enjoy stooping over to put candy in their bags when their dads were walking them around. She got appreciative looks from some of the bigger trick-or-treaters too, a few of them at least a couple years old than Josh. 

As the visitors began to come less frequently, her next-door neighbor and his little four-year-old daughter showed up, probably hitting her house last before returning to their own. She desperately fished for his name as he coaxed the shy girl out from behind him, but couldn't manage it. She did remember the girl. "Rebecca! What a beautiful little princess you are!"

She couldn't help it. She gave the little darling an extra handful of candy before straightening up again. His eyes were avoiding hers, to her amusement. As tall as he was and as low as she'd stooped to reach the bag, he probably had a glimpse of her nipples.

"What do you say, princess?" he prompted, and Rebecca sing-songed, "Fank you!"

"Well you're welcome, your highness!" she exclaimed, and managed a little curtsy. The girl stared at her a moment longer, then turned and almost ran away. He laughed and chased her down. "Hold up, 'Beca! Our house is the other direction!"

She stayed at the door, watching him herd the girl back across the lawn to the correct house, then became aware of a feeling of pride coming from Susan.

She's so beautiful, the ghost whispered.

"Susan... was that..."

My husband and the daughter I died giving birth to. Yes.

In all the times they had seen each other, she'd somehow missed the fact that he was a single parent. She and he smiled at each other all the time-- he was a handsome man around her own age-- and she often greeted Rebecca when she saw them out front. It had never occurred to her she'd never seen the mother.

Susan opened up to her while the last few trick-or-treaters visited. He hasn't once gone on a date or anything since I died. He just works, fetches Rebecca from day care on the way home and takes care of her, day in and day out. It isn't fair. He doesn't deserve it.

"He's just doing what he has to, Susan. It isn't a question of fairness, it's a matter of responsibility. Of course with a young daughter to raise, he would be too busy to date."

You don't understand! Susan answered in anguish. She probably isn't even his!

Shocked, Crystal waited, unable to respond. The bitterness radiating from the spirit nearly hurt.

Finally, Susan said, He knows. He knows I cheated on him. He knows I have no idea which man's daughter she is, and that he's the least probable of the choices. His parents wanted him to do a paternity test, but he refused. He told them it didn't matter whether she was his daughter or not, because she was my daughter and he loved her like he loved me. 

Susan's tears welled up in Crystal's eyes. I always justified my cheating when I was alive by assuming he was probably cheating too. I didn't know how good a man he was until it was too late. He didn't deserve a cheating bitch like me, and he doesn't deserve this.

"Susan..." she whispered, but couldn't find any words to follow the name. The weeping ghost within her said nothing further.

Once the last of the trick-or-treating had ended, she turned out the lights, locked up and walked next door, hardly aware of whether Crystal or Susan directed her actions. At his front door, she carefully arranged her neckline to hang as low as it was supposed to, then rang the doorbell. His eyebrows raised slightly when he answered, but he seemed happy to get another look at her. She felt a tingle as she watched his eyes wander, before he caught himself and kept his gaze above her neck.

"Hi." She smiled, then asked, "May I come in?"

With a mystified look, he let her inside. She strolled into his foyer, thrilling a bit as she felt his attentions wandering downward again. 

"Is Rebecca in bed?"

He nodded. "I tucked her in a little while ago. She was already dropping off."

As he came between her and the wall, she draped her arms around his neck and backed him into it. He stared at her in surprise. She purred, "Good. Let's get acquainted."

She tiptoed slightly and took possession of his lips. He responded at first, then pressed her away, "Mrs. Grainger..."

"Crystal," she breathed and reattached herself. 

He did not reject it quickly, but he finally came free and said, "Crystal. Please. You have a husband, and I have to live next door to him."

"Husband?" she echoed. "Do you mean the asshole who decided to spend an extra night with his little mistress in St. Louis instead of coming home to his wife and son? That husband?"

Of course he had no way to answer. She gazed up at the handsome man, felt the contours of her body pressing against him and hungered for his warmth still lingering on her lips. The frustrations of her marriage began pouring out of her. For the first time, she admitted aloud to herself or anyone else the things she had known and denied for years. 

"I have been completely faithful to him since our wedding day. I know he only married me because he got me pregnant, but he hasn't even tried to content himself with me. He began fucking around on me while I was carrying his child. He's had girlfriends the entire time we've been married. He has a child with his current one. Why should I be faithful to the bastard when a better man lives right next door?"

She glared at him, as if daring him or anyone else to offer an explanation. No answer came forth, so she reclaimed his lips. He allowed it this time, then covered her mouth with his own and gathered her into his arms. One hand traveled to the small of her back and the other to the nape of her neck, trapping her into the kiss she had began. 




The Gift



She could feel his breath against her face, smell the slight muskiness of his scent. They ignited her senses and aroused her appetite all at once. Her hat slipped from her head as their kiss grew more urgent, more serious. Passions long dead and buried with her sex life resurrected within her. Eagerly, she remained locked with him, her crushing need destroying any objection she might still have had to Susan's plan.

Her heart pounded like a schoolgirl's when he raised his lips from hers and looked into her eyes. His voice was almost harsh when he admitted, "I... want this. But Crystal, it could be very bad for you."

"I'm getting a divorce," she answered with firm resolve, then recognized with a shock that the words were her own, not Susan's. It came to her at that moment that all of her words since walking into his house had been her own. Once she had said it though, she knew she meant it. "I've decided. I'm finished with him. I'm finished with being faithful to him. He's probably fucking his little girlfriend this very minute even though he hasn't made love to me in three years. I want you. Tonight."

His warm brown eyes studied her for several heartbeats. Then, rather than answering, he resumed the kiss. After a long, lingering embrace, he turned and guided her into the master bedroom. It was on the first floor in his house on the other side of the family room from the foyer. They walked wordlessly to his bed, where he sat her down and leaned over her, staring at her as if still trying to decide something. Finally, he said, "Let me make sure Rebecca's asleep."

She nodded, then stretched up and kissed him lightly on the lips. He practically fled the room.

Susan's amusement almost bubbled up out of Crystal's lips. The poor guy doesn't hardly know what to do. He considers you forbidden fruit, but he's been sneaking wishful glances at you ever since you moved next door. Now here you are sitting on his bed, demanding he make love to you.

She whispered, "Susan, I thought you wanted to make love to him. When are you going to take over?"

The silence from the ghost stretched out for many seconds. Susan finally answered, Sorry, sweetie. I wasn't completely honest with you. He wouldn't be doing me anyway, right? He's about to make love to you, and that's my goal. You are my gift to him. I want him to have a woman who deserves him. You're the lucky bitch, with my blessings. Be good to him, or I'll be back.

Susan's presence lifted from her at that moment, like a weight she hadn't realized she carried. Unexpectedly no longer possessed, she waited on her neighbor's bed, confused and uncertain what to do. For a moment she considered running for the front door, then she heard his footsteps on the stairs and realized she didn't want to leave.

She smiled as he came back in, her previous seductive confidence now absent. "Sorry for coming on so hard. I guess I..."

His arm slipped behind her as he sat. He watched her intently, as if making sure she wasn't about to leave. "You guess you what?"

His hand found the nape of her neck again and began caressing. Something inside her melted slightly with his touch. She leaned toward him and smiled. 

"I guess I didn't want to wait any longer."

He gathered her in once more and the confinement felt like an escape from prison. She twisted to face him, press her bosom into him as her arms encircled him. Their lips met and carefully explored each other, the hungry passion of a few minutes previous now replaced by a cautious eagerness. Her lips parted slightly, and with that small signal he opened up to her, his tongue probing into her, exploring her with methodical precision. 

By the time his mouth released hers and kissed its way around to the side of her neck, her heart was racing and her breath was laboring as if they were already joined. Her body desperately, critically needed him. She couldn't stand to wait anymore. She squirmed out of his grasp to stand back up, stooping over slightly to keep his kiss at the base of her neck, then straightening slightly to guide him downward into her cleavage.

The touch of his hands on her thighs when they slipped under her dressed electrified her. She felt tremors of happy anticipation sweep through her as she massaged the back of his head, pressing him into her bosom. A sigh of pleasure escaped through her parted lips as his hands skimmed gently upward, lifting her costume as they followed her curves up to the small of her back.

He leaned back, gazing up at her with something close to wonderment. She smiled back, then crossed her arms to take hold of the dress he'd already pulled up to her waist, sweeping it off over her head in one motion. His eyes took her body in, settling on her swollen nipples, then he leaned forward to pull one lovingly into his mouth. She shuddered, dropped the costume aside and clasped the back of his head once again. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. It had simply gone too long without, and it demanded satisfaction as soon as it could have it. Unable to stand it anymore, she gasped aloud, then whispered, "Oh, god, it's been so long for me, I don't think I can take too much more foreplay. Please..."

Without a word, he released her, stood and swept her off her feet, easily laying her on his bed with her head on the pillows. She was stunned at the man's strength. He'd never struck her as particularly athletic. Then he began undressing. She stared in near awe of the physique that he revealed, not bulging but simply devoid of fat, muscles clearly outlined, sinewy and hard.

As he stretched his naked frame above her, his gaze boldly roved along, taking her in from toes to breasts. All her memories of loneliness or frustration vanished. She felt only tingling arousal and lusty need. Her folds already drenched, he slipped easily into her as they melted together, embracing each other, her breasts rejoicing at the weight pressing them flat, her body welcoming the invasion. His hands kneaded and massaged her back as he slowly stroked within her. She squirmed beneath him, her hips rocking to his rhythm, her thighs caressed with each motion by his muscular legs. Her hands searched for a home, finally settled on clinging to his shoulders.

He raised himself onto his elbows, looking down at her again with that look of wonderment, as if he were as amazed by her as she was by him. His hands found her straining nipples and he began to roll them in between his thumbs and fingers, causing her to moan with joy. He bent over so that he could suckle on them as he moved inside her, pulling them each alternately into his mouth. After he'd sucked each three times he explored upward until he reached her mouth and they locked together once more in a passionate kiss.

Letting her loose, he said, "I'm not going to last much longer."

She nodded and pressed him off her. He followed her guidance, rolling over onto his back so she could lick her way downward to the wonderful organ that had been loving her. She pulled him into her mouth and began licking and suckling as she pumped her head, getting quickly into the same tempo he'd used inside her. She felt him shudder with pleasure. He began petting her, lovingly caressing her ear and stroking her hair. Her fingers traced lightly over his balls, and gently stroked his rod until she felt the spasms begin, then she simply sucked his juices in, letting them fill her mouth until she had to swallow.

He kept stroking her hair as they lay there and she licked the last bits of cum off, swallowing them as well. Then she lay there, happy to simply hold it as he played with her ear.

"That's the first time I ever had a girl swallow," he mentioned. "It felt great."

She giggled. "That's the first time I ever wanted to. I've never let anyone cum in my mouth before."

After they rest for a few more moments, he told her. "Come back up here." He was indicating the pillows.

She followed his directions, laying her head where he pointed. He kissed her lips, then slowly worked his way downward along her body until he was loving her thighs, his lips and tongue brushing them lightly as he alternated left and right. Meanwhile, his hands eased her open so that he could kneel between her legs. It had been so long, she nearly didn't realize was he was planning to do. She sighed with happy understanding. "God you're wonderful."

He looked up at her, honest surprise in his eyes. "You didn't expect this?"

With a laugh, she admitted, "The last time someone went down on me, I was a dumb college freshman about to find out she was pregnant."

He looked incredulous, then shook his head and gently kissed her sex. She shuddered with pleasure as his tongue began exploring her, gently slipping up and back. Her lips were still swollen and moist, and very soon he had her flying again, pleasure radiating from her core to warm hips, thighs and belly. Soon he added an occasional stroke of his upper lip across her clit, which quickly became erect, allowing him to concentrate his attentions there. Her hands clamored for something to do, so she began massaging her tits, soothing her now aching nipples. 

His hands roamed as well, massaging her thighs and hips as he sucked and licked. She let out a soft moan as he stimulated her, then another, then began crying softly with every breath she exhaled, as he gradually coaxed her upward, soaring into an ecstatic wave of sexual energy. He pressed a bit now, adding pressure to the stroking motion of his lip on her clit, his tongue working inside, one of his hands now massaging her mound as well. 

Her cries became louder, her breaths deeper. Her arms and legs began to lose control, tightening into rigid bundles of tension as he sent her flying far into heaven. An eruption of raw pleasure washed through her and overwhelmed her. She became aware of an agonized voice crying out, which she finally recognized as her own as the last ounce of air escaped her lungs. She drew in a long shuddering breath and collapsed, still tremoring with the aftershocks of pleasure. He continued to gently tease her with his tongue, a deeply contented smile on his face, as satisfied as anything she felt.

She smiled tenderly as he crawled back up the length of her body and lay down next to her, drawing her into his arms. Clinging to him, she basked in a delicious peace. After a while, she became aware of wetness on her cheeks.

He noticed it too. "Are you okay, Crystal?"

She nodded. "I'm fine. It's happy tears. I'm very happy."

"Good."

She lay there in his arms, watching him as he dozed, realizing that she still couldn't remember his name. It didn't matter. She knew who he was. He was her wonderful gift from a ghost.



The Gift



Lily twirled a loose lock of hair in her hand and eyed Tom from across the table."Another drink Master?" she asked.

Tom just nodded.

Lily was feeling rather impatient. Tom and Lily decided to go for dinner and a movie but she had other things on her mind at the moment. Namely his large cock. Being his Slave she was hesitant to start worshiping his cock without permission but she couldn't help it, she was hungry. 

She signaled the waiter for another round of Bloody Mary's knocking a cloth napkin off the table as she did so. "Clumsy me", she said as she slipped under the table to get it. 

Seizing her moment she gently stroked her Master's foot. 

Taking her free hand she lightly touched his resting cock. As it responded to her touch she applied more pressure. Not being told to stop, she unzipped his straining zipper. His cock sprung out of the opening and Lily started to lick it.

The waitress showed up with their drinks and walks away. She heard a soft, "Slave get up."

Sighing Lily bit her lower lip in frustration at being interrupted but obeyed. She zipped her Master's zipper back up and got back on her side of the table. Picking up the white cloth napkin she dabbed the corners of her mouth before nonchalantly setting it in her lap.

Tom just lifted one of his dark eyebrows at her as if you say, "I don't know what the hell you were thinking but I'll deal with you later."

Lily started running her finger around the top of her glass, eyes downcast she made small talk with Tom before they left about 15 minutes later. Tom still had made no comment about her attempt to pleasure him so Lily started to relax and figured what she had done was fine.

The parking lot was deserted as they made their way to the car. Lily unlocked the car doors and started to open the door on the passenger side for Tom. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Surprised she turned to look at him. "Master?"

"What were you doing before Slave? I didn't tell you to touch me at the bar so why did you without my permission?" he asked her.

She kind of stammered out. "I wanted t-t-o taste your cock Master so I thought you might like it as w-w-ell."

He shook his head. "Bad girl."

Still holding her wrist tightly he had her kneel right on the pavement on all fours. Not really sure what he was going to do she kneeled there mutely. Next thing she knew Tom sat himself right on her back and was using her like a chair, right there beside their car.

Lily felt immediate embarrassment at the public display. She felt her cheeks turn red as she stared at the pavement. Her knees already felt raw from the pavement, her thin nylons no match for the rough surface.

"Slave since you wanted to publicly handle my cock I am going to publicly discipline you. Not only did you stroke me without my permission you assumed that I even wanted you to do that. I was trying to relax and enjoy your company with a drink."

After his short speech he turned himself so he was straddling her back facing her ass. He pulled up the hem of her black dress and began to spank her ass repeatedly, talking to her as he did so. "Never assume I want you to pleasure me bitch."

Whack, whack!

"If you do something like that again without my permission consider this a foretaste of what's to come."

Whack, whack, whack!

"Do you understand me Girl?"

Whack, whack!

Lily was gathering her breather to answer but his patience was short.

Whack, whack, whack! 

"Answer me, don't just sit there!"

"Yes Master I understand," she weakly answered.

By now she was doing her best not to cry. She hated to cry in front of him when he punished her and he knew it. Lily was determined not to give in and let him see how much he was hurting her, how humiliated she was to be spanked right in public.

Still spanking her he said, "You understand what Slave?"

Taking anoth

er deep breath she answered, "I understand not to assume you want your cock stroked without your permission and not to do it in public Master."

Tom spanked her a couple more times. "Ok then."

He pulled the hem back over her throbbing red ass and got off her back. "Kiss my feet now and thank me for correcting you Girl."

Arms and legs shaking form the strain of having him on her back and the beating her butt took, she dipped her head to his extended feet. She kissed each foot about 5 times and then said, "Master thank you for showing me that's it's not up to me to assume things for you. You know best. Thanks you for punishing me."

Lily kissed his feet a couple more times before she felt his hand grab her hair near the nape of her neck.

"Ok get up and take me home." He said.

Relieved she got off the pavement and brushed the dirt from her hands and knees. She opened the door for Tom and walked around to the driver's side. Once they were on their way home Tom stuck his hand down her dress front to pinch her nipples. He squeezed much harder than he normally did and Lily was glad it was dark because she couldn't keep her face straight at the pain she was receiving. He released for a couple seconds then repeated the pinch. 

All the way home he did that. Her nipples were very hard and swollen by the time the house came into view.

After pulling into the drive Lily walked around to open Tom's door. He attached the collar she wore when at home and put the leash on her as well.

He pointed to the ground. "Kneel Slave."

Lily immediately knelt on the ground. Holding the leash Tom walked out of garage and up to their porch. Lily forced to crawl behind him kept the pace up as fast she could. Lily felt the wetness between her thighs but tried to redirect her thoughts. There was no way her Master was going to let her cum tonight after her slip up earlier. She already felt frustrated at the thought.

Once inside he led her to the kitchen chair and he sat down. Lily knew what he wanted so she simply looked up at him and he gave a slight nod. She lowered her eyes again and took off his shoes and socks. He loved it when she massaged his feet so she alternately kissed them and rubbed them for a solid half hour before he roused himself.

"Slave get me a beer and meet me in the Sunroom."

"Yes Master."

Lily gratefully got off her sore knees and felt the dangling leash on her back as she went to the fridge for the beer. Quickly she brought it to him. After handing it to him she knelt at his feet once again and patiently waited in the kneeling position for him to instruct her. She felt him take the leash off her collar and then he stroked her soft hair.

"Slave I would like my feet soaked and rubbed. Get a tub of water for my feet." He said.

Lily again replied, "Yes Master."

Getting up she got a small tub of hot water and was soon back with it. She noticed him eyeing her raw knees when she walked in. After she placed his feet in the water to soak he said to her," Slave go get something for your knees while I relax. You may also sit on a pillow when you return. Make sure you return naked too Girl."

Grateful at his mercy she wasted no time getting some salve for her knees. After she fixed herself up and undressed she went back to the Sunroom with her designated kneeling pillow to find Tom watching his favorite TV show.

Lily took his feet out of the water and kissed them, thanking her Master for letting her have a pillow and salve for her knees all the while. She dried his feet off and began to massage lotion into them, taking care to give toe individual attention. While she rubbed them Tom talked to her.

"Slave for the most part you are an obedient girl and do well serving me, however even though I know you only had my pleasure in mind this evening I don't ever want you to assume you know what's best for me or to assume what I want. I am your Master and you are my Slave. Remember your place girl, you made me very angry earlier and it's only because you have been good that I went easy on you."

Lily felt she learned her lesson so she simply responded, "Yes Master. I won't do it again. I learned my lesson."

"Good girl."

By now they were both sleepy and relaxed. The doorbell rang and before Lily could get up, her next door neighbor and friend Betty walked in the door.

Betty knew a lot about Lily's life, even some of her sexual preferences but she didn't know about hers and Tom's master/slave relationship. All she knew was Lily always seemed to bend over backwards when Tom told her to do things.

Betty couldn't blame Lily though. Tom was certainly good looking and he pulled in a nice buck to boot. She felt Tom was equally lucky with Lily and Betty secretly envied her curves. Betty although slender had a stick straight figure while Lily had nice breasts and well rounded hips with shiney blonde hair to complete her look.

Betty was used to walking in when visiting Lily except when she knew Tom was going to be home. He traveled a lot and Betty thought he was gone this weekend so she thought nothing of just waltzing in to chat with her friend.

Lily and Tom were sleepy enough they didn't get quite as startled as Betty did at the sight of them. The last thing Betty had expected to see was Lily sitting naked at Tom's feet, rubbing them of all things while he snoozed in front of the tube.

"Excuse me guys, didn't mean to intrude," Betty stammered out.

Tom responded with a wave of his hand. "No problem Betty. Pull up a chair. Lily will get you a drink."

Lily a little embarrassed to be caught this way just looked at Tom. He gave her the look that told her to obey or she'd pay so Lily turned to Betty and said, "Yes please stay and tell me what you came over for."

Betty sat in the nearest chair trying her best not to look at either of them said, "Well I came to tell Lily about my date but I can do it in the morning."

Again Tom just waved his hand, "Nah you girls chat, I'll just sit here. Lily go sit by your friend, chat and pay me no mind."

Lily hesitantly got up and walked slowly, very slowly to Betty and sat next to her. She knew Tom wanted her to stay naked but she was surprised he didn't seem to care that she was in front of her friend. She figured it was still part of her "public" punishment for taking liberties with him earlier. 

Lily and Betty made small talk and they both relaxed at this unusual situation once they got gabbing. Betty had never seen Lily naked and she couldn't help but feel envious once again. Betty was firmly into men but she did appreciate an attractive woman. Time flew and before they knew it they had emptied the bottle of wine that Lily opened after Betty came. They both were giggling by the time Betty finished telling her about the guy she went out with.

Betty looked over at where Tom was resting. He looked to be asleep but she lowered her voice even more to say, "Do you guys always do this when he is here?"

Lily knew she meant her being naked and "serving" Tom. Lily decided to be honest, "Mostly. This particular lifestyle I share with Tom is somewhat new to me but I wouldn't have it any other way with him. Tom is simply amazing and it's a genuine pleasure to serve him."

Betty just nodded.

Lily knew Betty had a slight crush on Tom. She wasn't angry or jealous, she knew she had a catch and was proud of it. A thought struck her and she whispered it to Betty. Betty's eyes got like saucers and Lily could almost see the wheels turning in her head which prompted Lily to say, "Never mind Betty, forget I said anything."

Betty said, "No no. You just caught me off guard. Do it, I'm cool."

Lily nodded and got up. She walked over to Tom and whispered to him, "Master I told Betty that your birthday is next week but you won't be here. Can I give you your gift now?"

Tom thought a minute and said, "Very well girl, what do you want to give me that can't wait until I get back here."

"For tonight I'm going to let you have another slave. Just for tonight only Betty will also be your slave Master." She told him.

That got Tom's attention. He knew Lily wanted to be his only Slave, that she wanted to be the only one serving and pleasuring him so he was touched at this gift she decided to give him because he knew how hard it was for her to give it. He touched her cheek, ran his finger over her lips then up to her ear, "A good gift Slave. Good girl and good job."

He sat up straighter and looked at Betty, "Come here girl and stand in front of Lily. I will call Lily Slave and you Girl. I'm only going to tell you once so respond when I call your name."

Betty nodded did as she was told.

"Slave undress Girl. When you are done worship my feet and Girl bring me a beer and massage my neck."

Lily undressed Betty. She took off her white T-shirt and sports bra. Lily looked at Betty's boobs and nodded. "Not bad, small, but not bad." she thought. Lily kneeled to take off her blue jeans and panties. Once this was done Lily went to worship Tom's feet like he asked.

Betty just stood for a second like a deer caught in headlights before she roused herself to get Tom's beer. When she got back into the room she found Lily licking Tom's feet rather passionately.

"Wow she really enjoys doing that", Betty thought.

Betty then went to rub Tom's neck, her Master for tonight. Tom ecstatic to have another slave was in heaven having this duel pleasure. Lily wanted her Master to have an unforgettable night so she decided to let him have whatever he wanted tonight.

Tom was getting aroused by Lily's worshipping his feet and Betty from her view point watched his cock grow. Tom let out a small moan. "Ok Slave, I want you to worship my cock. Girl I want you to lick Slave's pussy."

Lily was more than ready to suck his cock. The thought of putting his meat in her mouth made her wet just thinking about it. Lily kneeled in front of Tom and took his cock into her mouth. She moaned at the taste. Once she was situated Tom signaled Betty to lick Lily. 

Betty got behind Lily and lay on the floor. Lily lifted her ass off the floor so Betty could scoot under.

Betty got a glimpse of Lily's slick pink pussy before she sat on her face. Betty had never tasted another pussy before but she found it not much different that the taste of her own. She did the motions to Lily as what she did to herself when she masterbated and was pleased to find Lily's pussy respond by getting even slicker with each lash of her tongue.

Lily moaned and writhed with pleasure. She was ready to cum already from sucking her Master's cock and Betty licking her pussy.

Tom knew she was close, "Slave beg me to cum."

Lily wasted no time. "Master please, oh please let me cum. I want to cum so bad please Master!"

"Yes Slave you may go, tell me how good it feels as you cum."

Betty felt Lily's orgasm with her tongue. Lily had such a large orgasm she rocked with it. "Oh Master, thank you! God it feels so good to cum. Thank you Master, thank you. It feels wonderful to cum while I suck on your cock, thank you Master!"

Betty continued to eat Lily's pussy, taking her wetness in her mouth. Betty stopped to let Lily have a quick moment before she started again. Afterall, Tom didn't tell her to stop.

Once she had her orgasm Lily went back to sucking Tom's cock. It was as hard as she had ever seen it. Again she felt the beginnings of an orgasm as she worshipped his cock and felt Betty's tongue running up and down her dripping pussy.

"Oh Master I think I need to cum again, please don't deny me. Please Master!"

He answered, "Yes Slave cum again, keep your mouth on my cock this time, don't stop. It's ok if you cum more than once this time."

Lily came again. She kept sucking her Master's cock, matching her sucks to the licks she was receiving. Lily had yet another orgasm. As she went again Tom also came. She felt his hot juice fill her mouth and she swallowed it. A large amount this time she almost dribbled some out but she managed to keep it all in. After she swallowed she licked him clean just the way he liked it.

Tom patted Lily's damp head, "Good Slave. Now I want you lay in front of me and Girl I want you to 69 with Slave."

The girls did as they were instructed. Lily also had never eaten a pussy but she was fairly certain she knew what to do. She wanted Betty to enjoy this too. She watched Betty lower her mound over her face and gave her pussy a few licks before she delved her tongue into the pink folds. She put her hands on Betty's ass and stroked her ass and back and she licked Betty's wet pussy. "Oh yes, Betty loves this", Lily thought.

Betty was gently rocking her hips to match Lily's tongue.

Tom got up out of the chair. Even though he had just cum his cock was rock hard again from watching the two of them. He walked and stood behind Betty's ass. Watching it move with Lily's administrations to her pussy.

He put his hands on her ass and stroked them, cupped them. He started to spank her ass, not hard though.

"Mmm, nice ass Girl. You got a good ass for your Master. I wonder how you would like it if I stuck my finger in your hole. How would you like it Girl to be having two holes fucked?" he asked as he put his pinky in her asshole.

Betty groaned, "Yes Master. I like it."

"Oh good good girl." He replied.

"Now girls I want you to switch places."

Lily and Betty switched places. They both caught a glimpse of him stroking himself from watching the two of them. They both felt a thrill at the site. Now Tom starts to touch and rub Lily's ass.

"Slave you also have a nice ass. What an as you keep for you Master." He puts his finger in her ass now.

Lily cries out, "Master! Oh that feels good."

"Mmm I know you like your holes fucked my little cock sucker."

He pulls his finger out. "Now I want you both to worship my body. Slave start at my ass and Girl my cock."

Betty and Lily both make a moan because they both had pussies just waiting for orgasm. Lily had already gone but she was so hot it was almost like she hadn't even cum, so aroused she was.

Betty kneels in front of Tom and takes his large dick in her hand. She guides it into her mouth and Tom moans as she does.

Lily kissed his butt cheeks. She stroked them and spread them with her hands so she could kiss his hole. Tom could hardly stand with all the pleasure he was receiving, Lily with his asshole and Betty with his cock. Lily felt him shudder a few times from the pleasure. She moans then asked, "Master may I worship your cock too?"

"Yes Slave."

Lily made her way around to his cock. Tom watched them both lick his cock. His cock his dripping with their saliva and it's so hard with arousal he is almost in pain. Lily moved to his balls and licks and kisses them while Betty went back to licking and sucking his cock. 

Tom grunted and tipped his head back. He cums into Betty's mouth. Not being used to swallowing cum she has some dribble out.

"Slave, Girl that was good. Good girls." He patted them each on the head.

"Girl for letting some of my cum slip out of my mouth I am going to have Slave spank your ass. Go lean against the wall and spread your legs. After each spank I want you to say "Sorry Master" got it?" he asked.

Betty nodded and did as he asked. Lily began to slap Betty's ass.

Whack! "Sorry Master!"

Whack! "Sorry Master!"

Lily spanked her 10 times before Tom has her stop. "Ok that's enough. Now you two go draw me a bath and call me when it's ready."

Lily nodded, "Yes Master."

Betty followed suit, rubbing her stinging ass at the same time.

While his bath is filling Lily and Betty talk. Betty said, "Wow this is pretty intense. As weird as all this is it's rather exciting and I'm glad it's with you. I'd be uncomfortable with anyone else."

Lily giggled, "I know that's why I asked you. I don't think I could have done this without someone I'm comfortable with either. Thanks for making this a gift Tom will never forget." She winked at Betty. 




The Gift



"Glad to be a help. Just remember this. I may have a favor of my own to call in one day." She replied in a joking manner.

Once his water was ready they called him in. They took turns washing him, making sure to not miss a spot. Betty didn't enjoy this as much as Lily did but she did her best to be a good slave. They both dried him off and when he was dry they massaged his whole body with lotion. Betty took his left, Lily his right.

When he was all done he pointed to his cock," Worship."

Betty and Lily looked at each other. They assumed he meant them both so Betty licked his left and Lily his right. He watched them lick his cock, enjoying the feel of two tongues on it. He wasn't sure he could cum again having gone twice already but by God he was willing to try. Watching the girls though was a large turn on.

Lily massaged his balls while she continued to lick. Lily and Betty almost seemed to be having a race, they were looking at each other and seeing who could lick the fastest. The way they were vying for his cock was nothing but a pure hot rush for him. 

They were both wet again.

Tom was almost ready to cum. "Girl lay on your back, Slave eat her pussy."

They did as instructed. Betty lay on the bed on her back and Lily got on her hands and knees to lick Betty's pussy.

Betty's eyes rolled back in pleasure the moment she felt Lily's tongue on her.

Tom took Lily's ass in his hands and stuck his cock into her pussy. Now he rolled his eyes back. Lily had a pussy like no other. He enjoyed the feel of her around his dick. He pumped her hard. Watching Lily lick Betty made him pump even harder.

"Girl you may cum. Slave also cum. Now!"

A few moments later Betty orgasmed. Lily lapped up her juice while she herself started to cum. Tom felt Lily cum and the tightness around his cock from it was what sent him over the edge. He came too.

All spent now Lily licked her Master clean once again before she collapsed beside him. Betty went back to her house to sleep. Tom put his arms around Lily and murmured, "Thank you Slave" before he fell asleep. 

Lily kissed his cheek, "Anything for you Master my dear."



The Gift - Again



I suppose it was fitting that my wife hooked up with her first stranger at Joan's wedding! After all, it was all because of my wife's boss and best friend Joan that I was sitting there at the bar, alone. Joan hired my wife for a entry position at the bank. What had started as a summer job between her junior and senior year of high school to help pay for college, grew into an internship and blossomed into a permanent position with the opportunity for advancement. Over the next four years my wife was involved in every phase of the banks operation so that, by the time she had completed her bachelor's degree in business, she had been promoted to assistant branch manager, under Joan; and they have since become the best of friends.

The day after our best friends going away party where my my had given him her pussy as a going away gift was an emotional disaster! My wife spent the entire day either crying or apologizing or both at the same time. It took me all day to convince her that I wasn't angry. I was, but we had spent the last month talking about her screwing another guy, and I was more excited about it than mad; and I figured that if I wanted it to continue I couldn't be mad at her! I spent the entire day in bed, cuddling and hugging her; and swearing that I was glad that she finally had the nerve to go through with what we had been planning on happening anyway. We ended up ordering Chinese and having terrific make up sex. Even then she cried and apologized the next few nights. I even managed to convince her that we should continue with game night. That it was what we both wanted.

For a month after our best friends goodbye party, where we officially opened our marriage, we went out on Saturdays, after midnight, to play our game; and each time I kept urging my wife take the plunge again. Each week I would find some way to talk to her; pass her coming out of the restroom, have one dance with her, whatever it took to get close enough to whisper in her ear; but with no luck. The first night on the way home she cried and told me that she couldn't go through with it again; that if I thought about it, it wasn't really what I wanted either. Then she completely broke down and said that, yes she had sex with our best friend, but we had been talking about her having sex with someone else for more than a month before that; and he was leaving and who knew how long it would be until she saw him again; and she was sure I wouldn't mind; and yes she should have asked me first; and she would never do it again; if only I could forgive her! All in one breath. The following two Saturdays I had to practically beg her to go out after I got home from work, and nothing happened other than her dancing with a few guys, and her allowing one guy to play with her tits out on the dance floor. Even then she avoided any kind of eye contact with me while they were dancing; and admonishing me on the drive home because she still couldn't believe that I really wanted her to have sex with some complete stranger. Again we talked about it all week, until we attended her best friend Joan's wedding.

As I mentioned earlier, Joan was also my wife's boss back then. She managed the branch where my wife was assistant manager and head teller. As soon as we'd received the invitation we booked a room at the Mission Inn, in Riverside, where the ceremony and reception were being held. Originally it was booked so that we wouldn't have to drive home late on the Saturday night after the reception. We were the only people invited to the wedding from their branch and wouldn't know anyone at the reception other than the bride and groom. Because of the previous months 'Grand Opening' I had pushed for shopping for a 'date' for my wife! And so, with some coaxing on my part, and before we left the house, it was decided that as soon as the happy couple slipped away 'The Game' was on - IF we found the right guy. Having a room there just made it easier to play the new and improved version of our 'Game' if it happened.

Once we were checked in we made our way to the outdoor area where the wedding was being held. My wife wanted to see what preparations had been made. We were both duly impressed. There was a beautiful Bougainvillea covered gazebo where the ceremony would be held, empty now, but for a woman directing a couple of young men moving flower arrangements around.

After the wedding we returned to our room to change for the reception. It seemed as though she was all legs in the 4-inch heels and little halter top thumb dress she had changed into. The top of her pumpkin orange silk dress consisted of wide tapering sash-like bands of silk that ran from the waistband up over each of her breasts and around the back of her neck where the now shoe lace sizes strips were tied in a neat bow. The space between where the two bands met, forming the front of her dress, was wide enough to display her belly button at the bottom, and widened as the cloth band narrowed and ran up behind her neck. There was no back to the dress above her hip bones. She was a big hit with the men at the reception; not so much so with the women.

We had just finished dinner, during which I had pointed out at least a dozen prospects, when my wife excused herself to the ladies room. She was gone for quite a while before she came back and asked if I was still serious about her having sex with someone else, because she had quite literally just bumped into one of the men I had pointed out earlier that she could, maybe, do it with. After leaving the restroom she entered the ballroom watching the bride and groom's first dance as a married couple instead of where she was going, and walked right into some guy that had just pushed his chair away from his table. She ended up sitting in his lap with his arms around her boobs to keep her from falling on the floor.

My wife said that she jumped up right away, but then he had insisted that she sit down in an empty chair long enough to make sure she wasn't injured. Then, because I had been pushing for her to 'hook up' with someone, as she put it, she sat down next to Robert, who introduced himself and his two sons who were both about her age; one a year or two younger, one a little older. After insisting that they get her a drink, Robert sent his older son to get her a martini. My wife was twenty-two at the time, I would have been thirty-four. Did I mention that my wife prefers older men? So now that she had been thinking about it she was all excited and had her panties all in a twist. Robert was a rugged looking Cary Grant, with just a bit more gray hair.

Not more than ten minutes after her return one of the sons is standing at our table asking my wife to dance. She looks over at me, what do I think. He looks over at me. I tell her sure, go ahead. She loves to dance. I have two left feet. Two songs later they're back at our table. He's got coke, she whispers, would I mind if she went with him to his room? She'll be right back! My wife never turns down coke! As long as she doesn't get lost, I reply, and it's another twenty minutes before I see her again.

Fifteen minutes later the younger of the two brothers is at our table asking if my wife wants to do some more lines, no pretext of dancing anymore. I know it will only help my cause and nod. She's gone another twenty minutes. On her return I asked if Robert was coming by next. She said no, Robert was still up in the room where they were doing the coke, but he had invited us to join him for drinks in the lounge after the reception, as his guest. She had left it at maybe we would see him in the lounge. 

After the reception, and it being a Saturday night, there wasn't an empty seat to be had at the bar. We walked around and on our second attempt I saw that there were two seats open, between a gorgeous redhead and a very distinguished looking older gentleman. My wife nudged me and whispered that's him. That's Robert! On closer inspection, it was a glass of water at each seat. My wife looked to me, what should we do? I tapped him on the shoulder and asked if the seats were taken. He smiled brightly when he saw my wife and said yes, he'd been saving them for us!

I inclined my head indicating she take the stool next to him. My wife said that we should probably just call it a night and go to the room. 'Ridiculous' Robert said, ' you're already here! Sit down and have drink. Relax!' 'Yeah, just relax!' I said. 'Just have a drink and relax!' They exchanged smiles as he watched her ease up onto her barstool. He pulled his gaze up from her thighs and said hello again, I was hoping you could make it. My wife introduced us and we engaged in some friendly conversation as the bartender took our order. Robert was a well dressed fifty-something with perfectly groomed salt and pepper hair. He was also very well maintained; not an ounce of fat on him, and a tan that equaled my wife's! She was right, Cary Grant.

In a shortened version of twenty questions Robert established that my wife worked at the bank with the bride, I was her husband, and we too had a room there. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he sifted through the all of the information he'd been given as he sat there openly undressing my wife. He gave her legs another quick once-over and then returned his attention back up on her breasts.

Our drinks came and we sat there chatting, and drinking, until I quietly asked if she was ready. She shook her head imperceptibly, no. I took the signal as hesitance and invited her to dance. Once out on the dance floor my wife told me that Robert had been rubbing his leg up against hers from the moment she had sat down. I told her that when we got back to the bar she lean over more than was necessary, allowing some slack on the front of her dress, and flash him a nipple. She said she didn't know if she could. It was one thing to flash someone across the room or in a passing truck, but someone sitting next to her wasn't the same thing. I reminded her that we had agreed that she would go the with it if she found the right guy, then asked if Robert was the right guy. She looked up and asked me one last time if I really wanted her to have sex with another man. I kissed her and put her hand on my crotch. My dick was so hard that it hurt. She kissed me back and said okay, we'll see, but if anything happens to remember that I had wanted this.

On the way back to the bar we joked about Robert saying that he thought she looked familiar; because when he wasn't watching her ass or checking out her cleavage he was leering at her thighs, and not being too subtle about it either! I bet her even money he couldn't pick her out of a lineup if she was wearing sweats and a baseball cap. We laughed all the way back to the bar

We returned from the dance floor to find that Robert had another round of drinks waiting for us. My wife slid up onto her barstool and just sat there so I nudged her gently and gave her our signal to flash Robert. She turned and gave me this pleading look. I mouthed I love you and signaled again. She spun and twisted slightly towards Robert and reached out to hold onto her drink on the bar with her upper arm pressed up against the side of her left breast. From the look on his face Robert was getting a great tit shot! Halfway through the drink he asked my wife to dance.

Shortly after they returned one of Robert's sons came over and asked my wife to dance. It was twenty minutes before she returned with the kid in tow. By the look of her I knew a trip to his room for more coke had been on the dance card too! The kid joined Robert and I in admiring her slide up onto the bar stool. My wife thanked him for the dance and then told him to come and find her the next time he wanted to dance. He walked off with a smile on his face. There was just no way that kid was old enough to drink! Robert again ordered drinks for us all and insinuated his way back into our conversation. A short time later the older son walked up and asked to dance with my wife, and again they were gone for a while.

On their return I said that I wanted the next dance and led her out onto the dance floor. My wife draped herself on me and kissed me, hard. She was very horny, even for her. Not that I minded! She asked me again if we could please just go up to our room and fuck. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger while we danced , and reminded her about all of the discussions we'd had and why we were there. I reminded her of how much she loved sex and then that I loved her and that I always will, and to just do it! We kissed when the song ended and returned to the bar.

Robert never gave her a chance to sit when we returned. He was like a lion sensing its prey was worn down and moved in for the kill. They danced for several songs before he led her back to the bar. About the fourth time her coke connection came back Robert told him quite bluntly that if she needed to powder her nose again he would take care of it, and to please stop pestering her. The kid apologized and that was the last we saw of him or his brother. From then on Robert and I took turns dancing with and fondling my wife. As the evening progressed and the alcohol flowed Robert became more emboldened. My wife, even more uninhibited, was enjoying all of the attention. The conversation grew more risqué and the sexual innuendos more overt. At one point I caught a brief glimpse of them out on the dance floor as they stood and ground their hips together. They returned from the dance floor with Roberts hand firmly planted on my wife's ass. He told me I was a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife and complemented my wife on her dancing.

As she backed up onto her stool I couldn't help but notice that two of the bottom buttons of her dress were undone. I looked at Robert. The object of his attention, my wife's sheer wet panties, weren't hiding anything as they disappeared when she spun to face the bar. You could tell that she shaved her. I leaned over and asked if she wanted to leave. She said no, she needed to go powder her nose one more time, loud enough for Robert to hear. He smiled and nodded. A victory smile? I said okay great, but I'd like a dance before she disappeared for a while. My wife told Robert we'd be right back, and as we left for the dance floor he excused himself to the men's room.

As we hit the dance floor I told her that from the bar it had looked like Robert was ready to do her right there on the dance floor. All she said was yeah. Suddenly I had visions of her ankles wrapped around Robert's waist! Or his head! So then I asked if her undoing the bottom buttons was an indication of her wanting to pursue Robert getting friendlier. She said yes and no. Yes, she wanted to get 'friendlier' with Robert; and no, she didn't undo the buttons. Robert must have done it during one of the last slow dances. I asked how he had unbuttoned her dress without her knowing it. She kissed me and said he'd been rubbing her pussy the whole last dance! He must have opened the buttons then!

And so it was decided that we would let things proceed. This was going to work out. Finally! The song ended and we returned to the bar. Robert wasn't back yet so I ordered a quick round. Three again, the bartender asked, and my wife said yes. We were well into our drinks when Robert finally returned. He sat down, using my wife's thigh as support and started to say something, but my wife downed the rest of her drink and took Robert's hand. Let's just go, she said. Robert flashed me his best cat that ate the canary smile, left the bartender a huge tip, and told him to keep my glass full as he led her out.

An hour later my wife wobbled back to the bar. When they left her hair was up, exposing her long slender neck. Her hair was now down, and looked windblown. Her dress looked like she had slept in it! Her eyes were glazed over, with pupils so small I had to look hard to see them! She had definitely been rode hard and put away wet. She steadied herself with one hand on the edge of the bar and asked me if I was ready for sloppy thirds!

The bartender walked over and asked what she was drinking. She said nothing thanks, we were leaving right away. I left the bartender a tip large enough to cover my bill just as Robert walked up. He put an arm around my wife's waist and said that he had come down to apologize for keeping my wife away for so long. They had lost track of time at the party up in his sons room and he wanted to apologize to me in person. Then he asked if we wanted to join the party, maybe smoke a joint before we called it a night. My wife had mentioned earlier that I smoke, and would I please join him and his friends. There was plenty to drink too, he added, standing behind my wife with a big grin on his face! I couldn't be sure without being obvious, but it looked like he had his package pressed up against my wife's ass.

I looked over at my wife, her nostrils were caked with coke, and said that it was up to her, I could use a dube, or we could just call it a night. My wife said why not, it sounded like fun, and she took Robert's hand and said to follow them. I was a half dozen paces behind them when they entered the elevator. I turned the last corner and rushed to catch up. Robert reached around my wife and pressed one of the buttons. Someone stepped in between us and reached for a button, and then someone else, and so on until the doors closed and we were moving. The elevator was full and I'd lost sight of my wife until I heard her laugh and whisper 'not here' and then laugh again. I couldn't see what was going on without being obvious so I just stood there facing the elevator doors, listening to the little noises my wife makes when I'm arousing her.

I caught sight of them momentarily in the mirrored elevator door during the next stop. Robert was standing behind my wife with his hand tucked inside the top of her dress. I couldn't see his other arm but her eyes were closed and her face taut in concentration. Robert announced that the next stop was ours and they broke apart and stepped forward as she adjusted the top of her dress. Somehow the top of my wife's dress had shifted and most of her right tit was hanging out!

You could hear the music before the elevator doors opened, it wasn't blasting or anything, but we could hear it. Several of the room doors were open and the party had overflowed out into the hallway. People were roaming from room to room, and the smell of marijuana permeated my nostrils as the elevator doors closed behind us. We walked into the first open door we came to and someone offered me a beer as we entered. My wife and Robert drifted into the far corner and found an open bottle of scotch and the ice while I took a long pull on a Bud.

From there we wandered the floor, going from room to room, with Robert making the introductions; evidently I was a good friend! At the mid-point of the hall we found the guys they'd been looking for. Robert and my wife cornered one of them and he in turn called two other guys over. The huddle broke and Robert and my wife walked back over by me with the first guy as the other two left. My wife said that they were going to do some lines and Tommy, whom she indicated with a toss of her head, was going to get me into the designated smoking room.

Tommy looked guilty when we shook hands. I said great, and we all headed off down the hallway. Robert stopped and knocked on a closed door and Tommy signaled for me to follow him. I looked back and paused a moment as my wife followed Robert into the room. She threw me a kiss and said that they would catch up as she stepped in and the door closed behind her. I turned and followed Tommy to the far end of the hallway and the designated smoking room.

It was another fifteen minutes before I saw her again. She stuck her head in the designated smoking room and our eyes met. There you are, she said through the cloud of smoke that billowed out past her into the hallway. Robert pushed in past her and they walked in and sat down next to each other on the edge of the bed. Someone passed the joint to Robert who took a big hit just as we made eye contact. Robert choked on the hit and passed the joint to my wife.




The Gift - Again



That was wasted I said as I took a seat across from her. Tommy was talking fast but not really saying anything, just to fill the quiet. He stopped and leaned on the edge of the desk next to me and told Robert that we were just about to go looking for them, and how bout somebody passing that joint over! The guy my wife had passed the joint to handed it to Tommy and said that it was time for him to turn in. He closed the door behind him and the silence was suddenly deafening. Tommy took a hit and passed me the joint. I took a monster toke and pulled it down deep, holding it for a while. I exhaled and walked the joint over to my wife. Tommy, still trying to keep a conversation going, asked Robert when he'd started smoking, because he'd never seen him smoke before. Robert, who seemed uncomfortable for the first time since I'd met him, didn't say anything; but the look he gave Tommy spoke volumes - "Shut up!" So I asked where they'd been, because I was getting worried.

My wife said that they had been in most of the rooms at one time or another, the whole floor was just one big party. Then Robert chimed in and said that if they hadn't been thrown out of a room because the occupants wanted to go to bed they wouldn't have realized how late it was. I looked over at Robert and said that time sure goes by when you're having fun. He gave me that same smile from down at the bar and said yes, yes it does. He took a hit and passed the joint to my wife who was now wasted. One of the other guys stood up to get the joint from her and then she leaned back and braced herself with her hands on the bed behind her. I watched as the guy took his hit, anticipating him handing it to me. His eyes widened and he fought to keep from choking!

I looked over where he was looking and realized that when my wife had leaned back to brace herself, the front of her dress had crawled up her thighs! Sometime since leaving the lounge my wife had lost her panties. I remembered seeing them on her earlier, when she flashed the groom at the reception, and then again climbing up on the barstool after dancing with Robert. Now this guy was staring at her smoothly shaved pussy. So was everyone else in the room other than Robert, who was sitting next to her on the bed; and it was a damn safe bet that he had already seen it! I tried not to look! The other guys tried not to get caught looking. We made quick work of the joint and I gave my wife my best 'are you ready to leave' raised eyebrows look. She slid forward off the bed, giving her audience an even better look at her red and swollen clit protruding from between her sopping wet pussy lips.

My wife stood up and said that she was ready to leave any time I was. Then she turned and stooped over and gave Robert, who was still sitting on the bed, a way-more-than-just-friends kiss and said that it was nice to meet him. Everyone pretended not to notice the puddle of spunk on the back of her dress and pooled on the bed where my wife had been sitting as Robert smiled brightly and said that the pleasure had been all his; and that maybe they would meet again.

We got back to our room and my wife asks if I was still okay with what had happened. I kissed her and told her that I was proud off her, and did my best to assure her that I loved her more than ever! We had mind-blowing sex and fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning on the drive home, and with a clear head, there wasn't nearly as much recrimination on my wife's part as the first time. I was slowly bringing her around to my way of thinking, and I was already talking about the next weekend when we could play the The Game again.

The Tuesday after the wedding my wife was waiting up for me when I got home from work. She didn't have to work the next day, and plenty of times in the past we had played our earlier version of the game on Tuesday nights, Wednesday mornings. But this time she wasn't dressed to go out. By the sombre look on her face I knew something was wrong! She wanted to talk. It had occurred to her that the only reason I had been pressuring her to have sex with other men was so that I could screw other women! If that's what I had in mind The Game was over.

Yes we had discussed her having sex with other men after reading those and other sex stories in the magazines to each other; but that was just a fantasy! Pillow talk to get our juices flowing! Then we escalated the game by moving it from the bedroom to the bar room and she had gone along with it. In fact, and to be honest, she found that dancing and flirting with other men really was exciting and she couldn't wait to get home and have sex with me. With me! But then I began pressuring her to ... , to have sex with other men! That and the thought of me with another woman had her in tears again, and she was inconsolable. It was more than she could bear and wouldn't hear of it. It took quite some time and effort for me to convince her that me with another woman would never happen! Only then did she relax enough to go to sleep, and it took another two weeks to talk her into Game night again; but we did play The Game again, and quite often.

So yes, this was all because of Joan. I just wish I could figure out some way to thank her without her knowing about any this!



The Gift Box



"Here babe...lick this for me." Shayna unwrapped and ran the red and green striped candy cane across Caleb's lips, her eyes dancing with merriment as his tongue darted over its sticky surface, wetting its curved hook then its length. "Mmmm...peppermint, my favorite. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess..." her voice trailed off as she met his warm lips in a peppermint kiss.

"Come on, open the rest of your stocking, Sweetheart."...Shayna broke away from the kiss prematurely and pushed the bursting colorful red Christmas stocking at Caleb.

"K honey...what is all this?" he pulled out dark chocolate, cashews, other typical stocking stuffers...ohhh batteries. For what Shay?"

"For your flashlights! Hehe." She playfully responded.

"Yes, they will come in handy when I need to look for you under the sheets at night," Cale winked and returned to his bounty...stuffing his hand into the bottom and retrieving what must surely be a mistake deep in the toe of his stocking: "Oh? A red lacey thong..." he raised his eyebrow at Shayna.

"Oh, Santa must have found you extra nice to include that..." her lids lowered as she turned a little pink in the cheeks. Caleb loved to see Shayna blush. It didn't happen often but when it did, it made his heart race. He could not help but think of the rosy hue on her cheeks similar to that of when they made love. How he loved to see her face flush from cumming, knowing he did that to her.

"Your turn," Caleb turned to her upon turning the stocking upside down and shaking it out to make sure all had been found.

Shayna plunged her hand into the worn woolen sock her late grandmother had lovingly knitted when she and Baylee were young girls. She had always loved the stretchiness of the knit as a child, knowing it could fit far more stuffers than any pre-formed store-bought model. But now, it was the sentimentality of it all...this was the last remaining memory of a past time, bringing back memories of homemade gingerbread cookies and burying her face in her grandmother's apron to smell the smells of a kitchen full of aromas. 

Shayna was lost in a reverie of nostalgia. She and Baylee used to have contests about who could crayon the prettiest picture for their grandma. In the end, both pictures hung side by side on the old corkboard by the back door, signed and prominently placed for Grandma's visitors to notice and coo over.

"Shayna? Go ahead...I am so excited for you to go through your stocking." Caleb hissed as his lips grazed her hair in a kiss that got her tingling. She had a mind to toss the stocking aside and drag him off to bed.

But instead she retrieved the goodies: a container...looking like night cream...body chocolate with the directions "Spread evenly and enjoy. Warning, may contain nuts." Shayna giggled. Followed by an aerosol can of whipped cream. And oh, a luminescent cock ring. " Ah, Caleb...no need for that flashlight in the sheets!" She quipped.

Her hands found her favorites: the December issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine, Lindt chocolates, emery boards, a variety of scented candles, charcoal gray stockings. "Oh Cale, these are thoughtful gifts! Thank you!" Shayna threw her arms round his neck and kissed him deeply, their tongues meeting and dancing, darting together with the promise of more. She broke away again prematurely to perform the upside down stocking shaking ritual.

Empty. She duly noted, except her eyes flew to the misshapen toe of the red knitted stocking. No, there was something trapped. Her small manicured hand glided inside the length of the stocking to discover a box, oblong and flat. She pulled it out and smiled at Caleb "More?"

He nodded, his eyes begging her to open it. She flipped the top, revealing not one, not two, not three, but four identical red silk scarves. Her eyes flew to Caleb's quizzically.

And as she took the long trail of silkiness from the folds of the bright gold tissue paper, he was on her, helping her. 

"Here, let me show you..." he gently slid each scarf from the box, looping them around her extremities...her wrists, then her ankles, tying each one loosely, but securely around her milky colored wrists and ankles. Her body was tingling now with the sweet anticipation of a child awaiting Christmas morning! Her head was spinning, her senses filled with the possibilities.

"Oh Cale...what are you planning to do to me?" Shayna's voice trembled as she grinned and blushed. There was that rosy pinkness that melted him again. Caleb pulled the scarf on Shayna's right wrist in an upward motion, signaling that she rise. She unfurled her legs folded beneath her on the leather sofa, and rose on command. Cale was leading her up the stairs.

"Grandma always told me that a silk scarf was a girl's most useful accessory." Her voice trailed behind him as he pulled her up the last step and towards the bedroom.

"And did she explain why, Shay? Did she tell you how useful it would be for tying you to the bedposts while I make you beg for mercy as I gently lick and prod you but not quite make you cum?" Caleb prompted, an evil grin playing on his lovely pink lips and he snickered.

"Uhm ...no..." she simply said...and with that Shayna's voice caught in her throat as she entered the bedroom and noticed the huge red foil wrapped box bearing a big red bow sitting right in the middle of their four-poster king size bed. The huge tag that tumbled over the side read: "To: My sexiest Shayna, With lust from: Cale" 

"Lie down." Caleb commanded this time, a tad more forcefully. She obeyed, but quizzically motioned to the box in the middle of the bed.

"Next to it." He smiled..."Just pretend it's not there." His hand waved away the box as though it didn't exist, and in so doing he released his grip on the scarf with which he was leading her. Shayna made a dive for the box and suddenly felt herself being pulled back by the scarf on her right ankle. "No, honey, not now." He gently cautioned. "Patience. All good things cum to those who wait."

"Oh but won't you let me open it so we have more room on the bed." Shayna tried feebly to coerce Caleb into letting her in on the contents of this gift box.

"Lie down!" He commanded anew, this time more forcefully and his tone meaning business.

Shayna loved being directed, being told what to do, knowing this play was harmless and yet such a turn-on. Still she tested: "Just a peek...?"

Her query was met with a playful shove onto the bed, quickly followed by Cale pulling the various scarves to their respective bedposts. The one on her right arm cut across the side of the bright red foil wrapping, gouging into the corner and marking the paper, but still not revealing the box or a hint of its contents.

Shayna lay prone now, her white robe askew, her legs spread, her sex moist and glistening in the bright light of the morning sun streaming across the bed. Caleb had a second thought and turned to go back downstairs.

"Wait! I might break free and open the box while you are gone," Shayna taunted. As if reading her mind, Caleb was onto the ties, ensuring their tightness on her and on the bedposts. 

"I don't think so, but try...." His voice trailed off as he bounded down the stairs, returning a few short moments later with the lacy red thong that had been in his Christmas stocking and the various containers of chocolate and whipped cream from Shayna's stocking, in hand.

"Put this on for me, Babe." He commanded. He tossed the thong on the bed beside her.

Shayna giggled: "And just how do you propose I do that?"

"You'll find a way..." and with that he turned on his heel and went into the adjoining master bathroom where Shayna heard the shower start.

Well, if she could do that, surely she could open the box and take a quick peek. She tested the restraints, pulling them taut in an effort to free herself, knocking into the heavy box as she tried to wriggle her right wrist free. "What could be so heavy?" Shayna wondered. She was trying to guess what Caleb would buy for her and leave parked here in the middle of their bed just when they would be making love.

Shayna heard the pulsing jet of the shower running and decided she had ample time to work her hands free. She pulled again at the restraints, this time her wrist coming into contact with the box. She could wedge it between her hip and her wrist and maybe work the top off as she realized the lid was fitted but not secured. Curiosity was overcoming her. She was not at all focused on the task of putting on the lacy red thong.

Suddenly the box tipped over, something heavy falling inside against the lid, loosening it. The box lay on its side now, the lid spilling off but towards her feet. "Damn it!" Shayna muttered! The thrum of the water running from the shower lulled her back to her designated task. She looked forlornly at the thong on the bed at her hips. "Really, this is impossible...just how does he expect me to put this on?"

Shayna pulled at her left leg which surprisingly seemed light and airborne as her knee flew up to hit the box square on the red bow on it tilted open lid. She had to look down at her ankle to make sure it was indeed free of the restraint earlier placed on it. "Oh, now what can I do with one leg?" Shayna mused aloud, pulling her right ankle towards her and surprised to see it break free. "Two free legs!" she exclaimed, beginning to feel that she was playing a strange version of the game Twister.

She could hear Caleb's voice rising above the shower jet in a rendition of 'All I Want for Christmas,' the words which she was about to supply unbeknownst to her. She began to buck her hips now towards the box. Luckily she was agile from the karate classes she had been taking these past years. Although not quite yet a black belt, her flexibility was a plus here.

Her agility served her once again as she inched towards the left wrist restraint and was able to unfurl it, slipping her hand back towards the inside of her wrist, and then free!

"Oh! Now to just work the knot of the remaining tie!" Shayna vocalized, still aware of the steady hum of the shower. She knew she had better work quickly...surely Cale was getting pretty waterlogged.

Try as she might, Shayna could not undo the knot with her long French manicured fingernails...they were just too long and unable to get into the tight knot in the remaining silky restraint. But she brightened as she realized she had three free limbs to work with. Her first order of business was slipping on the thong, which she did quickly. Knowing his weakness for red lace, certainly Cale would go easy on her once he realized she had carried out that simple request.

Using her free left hand, and curling her legs up under her, the shower still reassuringly running, Shayna pulled the box towards her and quickly flipped off the lid. "OH MY GAWD!" escaped her lips so loudly she was sure Cale could hear through the pulsing stream of water.

Shayna wedged the box into the curve of her right hip and slid her left hand inside to pull up the heavy object. Her excitement was growing as she managed to lift it upright then use her leg to push the end of the box, still hugging the heavy object, onto the floor. The box hit the floor with a thud. Shayna winced, hoping Cale would not hear.

She righted the object near her hip and smiled, a quiver coursing through her body like an electrical shock, her sex tingling anew, her mind reeling with excitement. Mindful of the remaining restraint, she inched the object over towards her right arm and then met it with the rest of her body. Now she could easily maneuver.

Shayna remembered the bedside power bar resting on her night table. "How convenient!" she thought. And with that she plugged in the cord and listened to the sybian's soft hum fill the room in chorus with the still-running shower. 

She slid a hand between her thighs and pushed the material of her wet lacy thong aside for access. She then lowered herself gently onto the humming Sybian, feeling the long flexible phallus enter her pussy deeply while a finger attachment came into immediate contact with her hard clit. Oh, she was in heaven here! What a wonderful and thoughtful gift Cale had given her!

"No, no. Not yet, sweetie" a dripping wet Caleb was on the bed, pulling her out of her reverie and off the machine, tying her once again securely to the bedposts. He would make her wait. "Remember what Grandma said about a scarf being a girl's most useful accessory..." Droplets of shower water fell onto her heated skin while Cale applied the chocolate to her body with a soft brush, lightly touching Shayna's sensitive places still begging for a release. He sprayed a dollop of whipped cream on each of her glowing pink nipples. She gasped. It was cold; it caused her nipples to harden while a shiver ran down her hot body.

Caleb's tongue teased Shayna, lapping up the chocolate, starting from her calves, moving up towards her inner thighs and then back down behind her knees. Her body trembled violently. Her sex was throbbing with a wanting so strong that she wished she could pull him up and into her. His hardness caressed the length of her leg as his tongue rolled up her hips, along her torso and around the globes of her full breasts. He lapped up the whipped cream, his tongue darting on her nipples. It was more than she could take, but she could do nothing but wriggle and writhe tied as she was. "Cale..." she pleaded, "Cale, I want to cum..." Shayna felt taunted.

Caleb was tempted but he would not give in. "You opened the box, Shay; you shouldn't have. It has you wanting. Now you must wait." He grinned and gently plunged his warm velvety tongue into the wetness of her tight pussy, sending more shivers through Shayna. She did not miss the fact that he was carefully avoiding her sensitive clit and she longed for his tongue on it, longed for him to suckle her to sweet release. 

He stopped and began to mass his own hardness, taking the long meaty shaft in this hand and deftly pointing it at her gaping pussy. "You want this don't you? You want to wrap YOUR box around this?" He smiled and drove his precum-coated tip into her clenching moistness, but only the tip, adding to her wanting and frustration. 

"Ride me hard, Cale" she implored, her eyes wild with wanton frenzy. "Take me deep to my G-spot." She was desperate for the release of the aching in her sex. Instead he pulled out after a few moments, torturing even himself with an aching wanting tearing at his own throbbing member. Even this 'gift box' could wait, he grinned to himself.

Caleb untied the red silk scarves and gently lowered Shayna onto the sybian, and letting the phallus go deep, but detaching the finger before it could touch her sensitive love button. "Oh, so unfair, Cale!" she exclaimed as she was very close now. He turned the on switch to its lowest setting, then decided to turn it up higher as an afterthought. He was met with Shayna's utter delight and complete delirium.

Caleb's eyes took it all in: the red silk scarves tied like Christmas bows on each of Shayna's limbs, the way her body arched and bucked on the fucking machine, the way her sweat beaded on her silky smooth skin, the way in which she threw her head back, sending long auburn tresses cascading down her back, and the way her gushing musky sweet sexual scent permeated the morning air.

Caleb reattached the finger on the sybian and positioned it on Shayna's hard clit. "Cum for me baby..." echoed in Shayna's ear. A still humid Caleb was behind her, his own index finger finding her anus and working it while she rode the sybian. He opened her just enough to slide in his wet tip, making her arch her back to meet him. She was so filled now. Her wet gushing pussy riding the sybian, her ass filled with Cale's hardness, the finger tickler dancing on her hard clit. "I feel the vibrations with you, Sexy. Let's cum together." Shayna arched her back more and settled her shoulder blades into Cale's firm pectoral muscles as they flexed.

"Mmmm...thanks for the pressie, babe." Shayna cooed softly amidst guttural moans rising from her belly. Her sex trembled with a wave so fierce she was thrown into Cale's torso as he held her tightly. His own pulsing began and he pulled Shayna off the sybian, rolling her onto her back and quickly entering her box. "Yes, this is truly a gift," he thought to himself, "a gift box," he pumped her harder, and sent his hot milky release into a shuddering Shayna.



The Gift Box



Eric met Emily in her junior year of college. He was her business instructor. Four months before her graduation, he asked her to date him, she became pregnant and they married not long after she left school. Their sex life was beyond any man's dream and they loved each other very much.

Emily was 23 when Scott was born, Malcolm came two years later. During the pregnancy of their third child, she was involved in a serious accident, causing early labor, and the baby to be stillborn. The doctors said she would never conceive again. This caused her to dote all of her attention to her boys, and Eric. Eric loved her a great deal and tried everything he could to make her feel sexy, giving her time to grieve and heal. 

As their marriage progressed through the years, it found Eric away on business for weeks at a time, but he always returned to his wife and sons with love and devotion. While he was away, she made her way through sexual frustration with a variety of toys and oils. He knew of her sexual hunger and of her skills to keep herself happy in his absence and was all too happy to help her with her pleasure. Eric would bring her back another interesting dildo or vibe from some of his trips, hoping that their sexual bliss would continue to grow through the years.

The boys grew as typical boys do, getting into trouble and learning about things in and out of school. Malcolm and his best friend Phillip were always under Emily's skirt and Scott, being the oldest was always helping his mother in some way. He found at an early age that when dad was gone, he had special privileges that Malcolm didn't have, and he knew how to work them with his mom.

As the boys grew into teenagers, Emily and Eric discussed sexual needs, wants, do's and don'ts with them. She knew, as did Eric, that the boys would be doing naughty things like discovering porn and Playboys, and handling their engorging issues at hand. Phillip too, would be part of the family on many occasions, and she would accept his presences as if he were hers. Eric saw this as a way for her to fill the void of the lost child.

There were several occasions when Emily was alone, or thought she was, not knowing that the boys had come back, or were home when she slipped away to enjoy her private moments with her toys while Eric was away. They also enjoyed them together, without the knowledge of their eldest son sneaking a peek at their bedroom escapades.

On a hot summer's day, Eric and Emily had been outdoors in the pool when things had gotten very promiscuous between them. Emily dashed into the house with out the knowledge of the Malcolm and Phillip being home playing video games in the main room. She ran through the house naked, her pudgy tanned body free of her bikini, large breast bouncing as she made her mad dash, Eric chasing behind her, naked too. 

"Oh geeze mom!" Malcolm yelled as she banked and hurried up the stairs.

"SORRY BOYS! Oh shit, ERIC, don't you dare!" and up the stairs they went laughing and playing.

'Fuck! Your mom is so hot!"

"Yeah, right."

"No seriously, I got a woody just watching her tits!"

Malcolm looked at him like he was crazy, and shook his head.

"Man, I would like to get a piece of her ass! Did you see her pussy when she hit the staircase?"

Phillip was rubbing his hardening cock.

"Dude! That's my mom, shit!"

Phillip smiled thinking about Emily and excused himself to the downstairs bathroom.

Scott came into the living room not long after, "I thought Phil was here?"

"He is, he's in there yanking himself over mom!"

"Nice choice." Scott shook his head, "What did she do this time?"

"Dad was chasing her through the house naked. She's just like some of those girls at school, only old."

'Umm.' Scott thought to himself, smiling, "If you only knew Mal."

"Sorry Dude! I couldn't help it." Phil was straightening his t-shirt. "If I had the chance, I'd do her!"

"You stupid ass, your only nineteen, like she'd fuck you!" Scott said, getting himself in a huff over his mom.

"You'd do your own mom in a heartbeat, I know you would." Phil said, watching Scott's expression.

"Fuck off Phil!" but deep down, Scott knew he wouldn't mind fucking his mom.

He had watched her secretly when his dad was gone. He could almost time it to the minute when she would break out her toys, or run a bath and take her waterproof vibe with her, or in the shower. He sat quietly several times and watched her masturbate in her bed and out in the pool at night when she thought the boys were sleeping. He smiled thinking about the time that she walked in on him in the bathroom jacking off, and told him if he put his hand a little higher and tighter, closer to his head, taking long smooth consistent strokes, he would get off harder and more. She was right. 

His favorite time to watch them was on Saturday mornings when Eric was home after he had been gone for a week. They would leave the door slightly ajar, sometimes he wondered if she didn't do it on purpose, and she would break out her favorite glass toy and fuck herself into a frenzy, stopping just short of creaming the bed allowing Eric the privilege of going down on her and eating her until she moaned and explode on his face. Scott saw her squirt one time all over his dad's face and chest, he thought she had peed all over him, but heard his dad tell her that it was luscious and he wanted more. 

Eric stood up with a stout shaft (which Scott would compare to his own hardness as he stood stroking while he watched), and push Emily's legs up, slowly sink down into her pink puffy flesh, easing his way slowly back and forth at first, and then quicken his paces until she would moan and tell him she was coming. He would tense up and expel his seed deep inside slowly pumping to make sure it was all given too her. 

Scott too, would come at his mother's moans of pleasure and let his heat loose into a towel that he held. Once, his parents almost caught him because he lost his footing as he ejaculated and pushed back onto the door. Emily smiled, knowing all too well that her son was a voyeur to their sex life, but she never said anything to her husband, she was pretty sure he was aware as well.

Scott got caught once. 

On the morning of his twenty-first birthday, his dad was away on business and his mom was lying in bed with the toys she had chosen to pursue her pleasure of sexual satisfaction. Scott stood outside the jarred door as always, listening and watching his mom, stroking a massive morning wood when Malcolm came from the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Shut up, you're gonna get me caught!"

"You can't be serious. Moms gonna bust if she catches you!"

"She's gonna bust me if you don't shut up!" he was loosing his stiffness, "GO away MAL!"

"SCOTT!"

"See, fuck!" he pushed Malcolm. "Yeah mom."

"Come here and shut the door behind you."

"You're in for it now man!" Malcolm skipped off down the hall to his room like the punk little brother he was.

Scott eased his fading hardness back into his pajama pants and threw the towel on the floor just inside of the bathroom before going into his mom's room. He swallowed hard and went inside.

"Hi mom."

"Hi baby." he floated when she called him that. "Come over here and sit next to me."

He slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Emily sat with her breast exposed and the sheet covering the rest of her. She thought nothing of her breast, as she had fed the boys that way, and thought it natural for them to be comfortable with her like that.

"What were you and Mal arguing about."

"Nothing, I mean, he was just bugging me. That's all."

He knew he was busted, he couldn't lie to her, he knew she saw right though him. He adjusted himself again and sat at an angle towards her.

"What was he bugging you about?"

"Something I was doing that was none of his business."

"Um," she smiled, knowing that he had been watching and enjoying every second of his presence, "Let me see it." she pointed to his manhood.

"What?"

"Let me see it," she reached over and jiggled his pants, "Take it out and let me see."

"What? Mom!" he looked confused and wanted to take it out so much for her, but was scared to do it all in the same motion.

"Scott, it's your eighteenth birthday, I want to see how much it's grown since I gave birth to you." She smiled a wicked, loving smile.

"MOM!" 

"Take it out, or I will!"

"No!" but he really wanted to.

"I put diapers on you and wiped your ass, you came out hung like a horse, I want to see what you look like now." she motioned to his pants, he was growing stiff again, "I want to see if you live up to your dad. He and I have a bet about your cock size."

"What?!"

"I told him that you were bigger than he is, and he says no." She pulled at his pants leg, "Now, stand up and let me see!"

"No, mom!"

She put her hand on his leg and ran it up his thigh and he shuddered. She grazed his hardening head as she brushed his arm and he almost shot his load.

"Alright, if you won't show me, I'll just tell dad to ask you and he can tell me." she pulled her hand away and Scott relaxed. She rolled sideways towards the bed stand to retrieve a box from the drawer, and when she did, her pink swollen pussy was exposed to Scott. 

"I have something for you baby, but it's not your birthday gift." The smell of her sex wafted into his nose and he went completely stiff, causing him to shift his weight towards her. He accidently pushed against her ass, running his hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. She felt a bit of shock and ecstasy when he did, and stayed poised that way a bit longer, hoping he would give in and do it again, then show himself off to her. 

She slowly eased back over, sitting on his hand, and her pussy lips brushed his fingers as he pulled his hand from underneath her. She smiled at the fact and eased back the other way to lean on her side and face him, exposing herself the other direction.

Scott quickly brought his hand to his face and smelled of her sweet perfume, taking a quick taste.

"Scott baby?"

"Yeah mom?"

"You might as well show me now." She pointed to his pants and his cock was exposed down to the mid-shaft. She reached towards him and brushed his head taking it in her hand and encircling it with her fingers.

"Mom." he half moaned, have protested.

"Scott, it will only take a moment, besides, I see most of it now."

He finally gave in to her, not that he had a choice, and stood up, dropping his pajamas to his knees.

"Oh my!" Emily gasped, excited about his size, "You are a bit bigger than your father, umm, in length for sure." she held her hand up to him, "do you mind baby?"

"Um, no, no mom, not at all." his heart raced, pulsing blood into the head of his swollen staff that stood straight out like a limb of a tree. He wanted to feel her too, but felt the angst of taboo. He knew that she was only testing him, to compare him.

"Scott," she looked up at him, reaching up to stroke him, if not on purpose to test him, "have you been stroking like I suggested?"

He shook his head, wanting her to do it for him, wishing that he was between her legs like her dildo had been earlier. She wrapped her hand around him fully and masterfully measured his size, taking a few strokes to satisfy her curiosity. 

"Um, yes, I believe that you are about half a size bigger than your father is now. You know, at his age, he has lost a bit of girth, but when he was younger, um, god he was perfect."

"Mom, he's perfect now. I see how you two..." he caught himself, not wanting to give his secret away as he pulled up his pants. Emily smiled.

"Scotty? What do you want for your birthday?"

'You, I want you. I want you to stroke me, I want to feel what its like to be inside you, the heat that dad enjoys when he fucks you. I want to get in that pussy I came out of all those years ago.' he thought to himself, sitting on her bed again, his erection relaxing.

"Scott?"

"I don't know mom."

"Here." she handed him a small box, "I thought this might help, but don't tell your brother or your father, they'll think I'm being too naughty." 

He opened to box to find a few condoms, some lube and baby oil, and two masturbators'. He blushed and was excited all in the same.

"Mom, I, damn mom."

"We'll, I just want you to stay out of trouble and prepared. If your dad and I would have been prepared, we wouldn't have you, but I know you're not ready to settle down. Eric and I were older, and you still have college. I want you to take this and use it so that I don't become a grandma to soon, and it will help you while you're away." She kissed his cheek, brushing his arm with her breast and purposely let her hand wander to his semi-hardness.

"Thanks mom, for looking out for me."

"Oh, and Scott."

"Yes mom."

"Next time you stand outside my door like that to watch, come in and hide in the bathroom, so your brother doesn't catch you. If you just want to watch, come in and sit in the chair. Ok."

Scott turned sixteen shades of red, "ok mom."

"By the way baby," she whispered, "There's a photo of me in there for you, you can't see my face, so it will serve a purpose if you need it. And Scott, if I wasn't your mother, I would be down on my knees and have you in my mouth so fast, nursing that lovely rod you have." 

Scott looked at her with lust and want, "God mom, I wish!" 

"Are you willing baby? No one has to know but us? I would love to taste your sweetness."

He went instantly stiff, wanting and not wanting. "Mom, do you really think?" 

"You don't tell anyone, I won't" She smiled, caressing him slowly. "The first time I met your father outside of the classroom, all I did was smile and get close enough to kiss him and he shot his load off in his jeans, right in public." she whispered in his ear, her hot breath making him wither, her touch shooting sensations all over his body.

"Mom," He moaned as she slowly eased him back onto her king-sized bed.

"Baby, let me lock the door." she slipped from the sheets and sauntered over to the bedroom door, and then back. He felt his head throb and juice ooze from its hole. Emily eased herself between his legs, spreading them open just enough to lie comfortably in between them. She put one hand on his engorged balls and the other on his swollen cock, pushing her breast into his legs. He moaned a little louder and she smiled, "baby, remember Mal is home, so we want to be a little quieter." Scott shook his head.

She engulfed his head with her mouth and he pushed up into her, jerking as she did. She smiled, remembering how Eric always did the same thing when she went down on him. She made quick work of his shaft with her hand and tongue, probing his head with the tip and suckling with her lips. Her other hand caressed his balls and ran back and forth between them and his ass cheeks, making him buck and whimper. He threw a pillow over his face and screamed out, shooting his load fully into her mouth. She lapped every ounce of young cum from her son and cleaned him up thoroughly. "Um, that was sweet baby. You tasted like your father did all those years ago, and so stiff baby. Too bad you have to go to school soon, or else, we'd celebrate some more." 

"God mom! FUCK! I can't believe you, I, FUCK!" he panted. Emily smiled. Scott sat up, his cock returning to its softened size. 

"Oh baby, you're even bigger than Eric like that." she took another quick lick sending shivers over Scott's body.

"Mom, can you do one more thing for me?"

"What's that baby?"

"Let me kiss you?"

She looked funny at him, "Kiss me?"

"Yeah, I want to know what it's like to kiss a real woman."

"Should I go wash my face?"

"No, I want to taste myself from your lips. Please mom."

She shrugged her shoulders, "where do you want me?"

"Lay down, it's easier that way. Not so awkward."

Emily lay back on the bed and Scott wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest. Her breast tickled his hair and he felt himself start to stiffen again. He wasn't a small man, and he was quite stout. Scott was over six foot tall and weighed in about two hundred pounds. 

Emily liked the way he felt against her. She thought of Eric's body, and told Scott he was just like his father, she loved that about him. He smiled and pushed his body into hers, nuzzling her cheek first and then gently moving to her lips.

"Mom?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Scotty." 

He kissed her fully, tasting of his cream, letting his tongue dance with hers. She pushed up into him, tasting of him again, nipping and nibbling, curious to feel him else where, thinking how wonderful it felt to be with this young man, knowing all too well she was wrong for doing it because it was her son. He slid his hand down to her breast and her belly, slowly working to her wetness between her legs. He felt of her patch of perfectly shaven fur and found her swollen clit with his middle finger, gently flicking it. She put her hand on his and guided it between her lips and into her hole, pushing up into him, showing him how to slide in and out of her the way she liked it.

He moaned and she whimpered under his touch. "Scott, oh my Scott. Baby. ohh."

"Mom, god I want to taste you." he brought his fingers from her sex and up to meet his lips, lapping her juice from them, she too lapped her own juices from his fingers and it caused a spasm between them. "Scott, I wish we had more time." she nipped at his lips with her teeth. 

"Let me go down on you, please."

"Oh Scott, oh, I would..."

"Hey Scott, we're gonna be late for school! What are you doing in there, fucking mom!"

They both looked at each other horrified. Scott sat up and yelled back to the door, "Yeah, mom and I are talking, I'll be there in a bit, go fix your breakfast!"

"Yeah, whatever. I know you're her favorite!" He popped the door with his fist and left.

"Oh god mom, I'm so sorry," he said looking down at her.

"It's ok." she reached up and caressed his face, he melted.

"Thanks mom. I couldn't have a better teacher." 

Emily blushed. "You better get ready for school baby."

"Yeah, but I wish I didn't have to."

"Maybe we can play again later?"

"Do you think that will be alright?"

"If you don't mind. Forgive me for saying this, but you remind me so much of your father, I just can't resist."

"Thanks mom. That makes me feel good."

"Your welcome baby." she brushed his lips, "happy birthday."

He looked at her, debating something.

"What?"

"It's funny, I want to crawl back up that beautiful pussy that I came from." he laughed nervously.

"Maybe one day baby, maybe."

"Oh god mom, you're so beautiful. I love you."

Emily smiled, "I love you too Scott, now, off with you, or Mal will be back up here again."

Scott reluctantly left her lying there, taking his box and going back to his room. He looked through the box and found some other things that she did not tell him were there. 

He opened a small locked box at the bottom of his closet and placed the box inside with his other treasures. There were photos of Emily, a pair of her panties and some other things he had collected, along with his porn and Playboys. He smiled, rubbing his cock, thinking about his mother lips, and how skillfully she worked, even if it was short lived. He shut the box and locked it up, hiding the key away, and hurried off to the shower.

Emily got a quick shower and dressed so that she could tell the boys good-bye before they left for school. She hit the landing almost the same time Malcolm was headed up.

"Where's Scott?"

"I guess he's getting ready for school." she passed him, hugging him, he pulled away, "You know, it's his birthday today."

"Yeah, I know."

"Are you going to Phillips after school today?"




The Gift Box



"Yeah, were supposed to go to the mall."

"Alright, but I expect you home by eleven."

"Yeah mom."

Scott came down stairs and brushed his mom on purpose; looking at her like he had before he kissed her. She saw it and smiled.

"Come on Scott, I don't want to be late today." Malcolm whined.

Scott tossed him the keys, "go start it up, I'm gonna grab something quick to eat."

"Alright, but I'm leaving if you aren't out there in five."

Scott shook his head. Malcolm went out the door with his backpack and Scott stuck his head in the fridge. Emily was standing in the laundry room putting some clothes in the washer; she didn't hear him come in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled into her shoulder.

"Thanks mom. You don't know how much that meant to me."

"Your welcome son." She smiled and reached up to stroke his face, "Malcolm is going to be gone for awhile this evening, dad's not coming home until tomorrow. Maybe another birthday surprise will be waiting when you get home."

"You think so?"

She turned to face him, "Don't be late baby." she pushed up into him and kissed him fully, he kissed back. "Don't float around too much today, we don't want anyone catching on to our little private tryst."

"I won't mom, I promise." he whispered, kissed her lightly and left her standing there. 

On the drive to the college campus, all he could think about was the way she smelled, her sex on his fingers, the way she tasted when he kissed her, tasting of himself on her lips. The way she masterfully played him and got him to let her go down on him. His cock rose at the thoughts of the earlier events and he had to adjust himself again.

Class sucked, his thoughts stayed on the morning fling and when his girlfriend approached him to whished him happy birthday, he all but blew her off. He wanted to be back in his mother's arms, kissing and tasting of her. He was so close to sliding down between her legs, tasting of her sweet love, like he had seen his father do so many times. She tasted so good from his fingers, and smelt so beautiful. His cock stated to grow again, and he had to quickly think of other things.

The last class couldn't end soon enough and he rushed out to the car, only to be stopped by his girlfriend.

"Scott what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing why?"

"Because you didn't even know I was with you at lunch today, and in Lit class, you could hardly focus."

"I, I just got a lot on my mind, that's all"

"Anything I can do to help?"

"No, I have to work this out by myself."

"We are going out tonight, aren't we? I had something planned for your birthday." She smiled wickedly.

"Yeah, hey, I got to go, I'll call you around seven, ok." he brushed her cheek not caring and got in the car, leaving her standing there confused. Malcolm came up behind her and poked her.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Your brother, that's what's up." she turned to him, "He totally blew me off just now, said he had to go. Do you know what's going on?"

"Haven't a clue. Guess what ever he and mom talked about this morning's got him moody." He shrugged his shoulders, "He was in there for an awful long time. I bet she busted him."

"Busted him? For what?"

Malcolm giggled, "For watching her and jacking off."

"OH you didn't, Mal!"

"Well, he was being a dick this morning and I got him busted."

"He watches your mom?"

"Yeah, he likes her ass, he thinks it's cool to watch her and dad fuck."

She was shocked, "He does what?"

"He gets off watching them. I don't know, some kind of kinky shit he's into, not me, I think that's sick watching your parents."

"I don't know, your dad's pretty fucking hot. My mom says he looks like an older Jon Bon Jovi."

"God, not you too!" 

"Hey MAL!" 

"Hey Phil."

"You ready to go?"

"Sure, anything to stay away from the house."

"What' up at the house?"

"Scott's birthday, and I think that mom has something special planned for him, if she isn't pissed at him."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but she'll have something big going on, it's his twenty-first."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scott blew through the door of the house and hurried up the stairs to Emily's room. She wasn't there. He yelled for her, but no response. He went to his room and saw a note on his bed.

"Come to the pool house when you get in, and lock the front door."

He scurried out of his shoes and down to the door, locking it as instructed and out to the pool house. He was shocked to find his mom wrapped in a towel on the chase lounge, with a few toys scattered about. She smiled.

"Come in baby, and lock the door behind you."

"Oh god mom, you look so beautiful."

"Thank you baby."

He locked the door and slung his shirt to the side of the room and went down beside her, "I missed you, I couldn't help but think about you all day." he snuggled into her breast.

"Me too Scott. God, I wanted to feel your fingers again, and taste your hardness."

He stood up and let loose his throbbing monster, kicking his jeans aside.

"No mom, it's my turn, it's my birthday, I want something."

"What baby, what do you want?"

"I want to taste those sweet lips that caressed me and kept me from falling out when you carried me."

"Oh baby, yes." she pulled the towel from her body and spread her legs for him. He admired her form in the frosted glow of the skylights, her swollen pussy longing to be taken. 

"God mom, I've wanted this so long." He slipped down between her legs and tasted her cream, slowly devouring her lips and clit, running his tongue in between them and lapping at her love hole. He was skillful in his movements and passionate about his way.

"Um, you've been practicing. She's a Lucky girl!"

He looked up smiling. "No, I've been watching dad."

She smiled some more, "Does he know?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Good."

He sucked her and fingered her, bringing her juices to flow.

"Oh Scott, yes! YES BABY!" 

She arched and moaned, he put his lips fully on her, nipping at her clit, running his tongue between her lips, hitting her spots just right, and she came, squirting deep into his mouth. He sucked and lapped every ounce he could swallow and licked her more. 

"OH GOD MOM! FUCK YES!"

"You are very skilled my lover!" 

He went after his prize again, working harder and fiercely. She drowned him again in love liquid and he looked up at her, seeing the fire that burnt in her eyes for him.

"Mount me Scott. Fuck me with that horse cock you have." She pushed up to him, wanting him deep. He stood up, reminding himself of his father and eased into her sweet deep hole. He moaned as he entered feeling of her tightness, and held her legs as he began to pump. 

"OH Scotty, oh baby. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Give me deep, all of you, I can take it all."

He pumped harder and faster, gaining a rhythm between them. 

"Oh fuck mom, I'm gonna explode in your pussy, is that alright?!"

"Yes baby, yes. Fuck me. Give me that sweet young cream of yours; fuck me till you spill all of your sweet seed!"

She came, squirting all over his legs and balls, causing him to shoot his load, pumping furiously every last drop deep within her heat. Scott collapsed over her, breathing hard. She stroked his hair and kissed at him. He kissed back, nipping and licking at her swollen breasts and hard nipples. 

"You are wonderful." she whispered to him, tussling through his hair. "So much like your father."

"Thanks mom," he said brokenly as he slid out of her and put his face into her pussy again, "Mom, do you mind?"

"No baby, do as you please, I'm your birthday gift today."

He licked a little at her, tasting of their fervor together, she squirmed a bit when it got sensitive and he quit, crawling up beside her on the lounge.

"Mom, I hope this doesn't cause problems."

"It won't baby, it won't."

"I almost didn't make it through today."

"Yes, but you did, and look what kind of sweet gift was waiting for you."

He smiled. "Mom, can I have this for every one of my birthdays from now on."

She stroked his face, kissing him, "If I'm able, yes. We just have to make sure that we don't get caught and can get away with it."

"We can always go to a motel."

"Yes, we can."

"Will you always be this sexy?"

"I don't know son. I hope that time is good to me."

"It doesn't matter. I love you anyway."

"I do you son. And now as my lover."

"I like that. Your lover."

She looked at Scott, curious, "What will Tangy say?"

"About what?"

"About you're disappearing and not spending time with her?"

"I'll tell her something, I don't know."

"Do you think you can have sex with two women?"

"I'll use those condoms you gave me, I can handle two women." he laughed.

"That's my boy." she smiled, kissing him lightly. 

"Mom."

"Yes baby?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight, like I used to when I was a kid and dad was gone?"

"Um, if you come in after Mal goes to sleep."

"Can I make love with you again?"

"Um, yes, I would like that."

He ran his hand down her belly and to her thigh, caressed her patch and clit, lifting their juices onto his fingers and licking them off, taking them to her lips and kissing her fully. 

They fell asleep, exhausted after their romp, Scott cuddle down as if he were a small child instead of a man. She loved the feel of him next to her and wished it were something she could do more often, knowing she couldn't.

She woke to Eric's voice calling for her.

"Oh Shit, your fathers home." 

Scott shook away instantly and panicked. "Fuck mom, what do we do?"

'EMILY' came from the distance.

"He's still in the house, get your clothes and go out the side door and back into the house up to your room."

"Mom, how do I get in, I don't have the key."

"Your dad leaves the backdoor open, go in that way, through the laundry room baby."

"Mom, I want to..." 

"Shhh, baby, hurry." She pulled him too her giving him another kiss and let him go, "I'll see you later on tonight, after your fathers asleep."

Scott grabbed his shirt and jeans and hurried off trying to put them on. Emily got up and flipped on one of the inside lights that was just enough to be seen from the outside, and slipped off to the shower. 

She quickly washed herself off, trying to wash Scott's cream from her body, knowing all too well she didn't want to. She heard Eric call for her again and opened the shower curtain calling after him. He walked into the dim pool house and saw her toys and towel strung about. He knew what she had been up to, or so he thought. He took off his clothes and slipped into the shower behind her, taking her ass in his hands and pushing up into her.

"Oh baby! I missed you Em."

"Um. I missed you too Eric."

"I see you've been busy, why in here?"

"Oh, I just needed a change of scenery. The bedroom is just lonely with out you."

"Well, how about we come out here a few times a week and make love?"

"That sounds fun."

"Well, how about we make up for some of that time now." He shoved himself deep inside her from behind, making her moan loudly.

"God, that feels so good."

"You're all wet, you must have been busy."

"I'm so fucking horny, you just don't know Eric." She smiled thinking about Scott, and how much alike they felt inside her body. Scott was young and stout, Eric was wise and experienced. They both brought her sexual bliss and she loved them.

Eric lay sleeping soundly when Emily got up to go to Scott's room. She eased the door open and found him gone. She pouted and closed the door back. She turned to find Malcolm behind her.

"Oh, you started me."

"Hey mom, he said sleepily."

"Hi baby." 

"Mom, I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't want to get Scott in trouble."

"Oh, that. It's ok. We talked. He's not in trouble."

"Ok mom." He looked at her sleepy eyed, "What are you doing up?"

"I thought I heard Scott come in, I was just going to check on you two."

"Oh. He had a date with Tangy, she was going to... Never mind."

"Tangy, she was going to what?"

"She said she was going to surprise him with his first blow job."

Emily laughed. "Really now."

"Yeah, that's what she told Bridgette. Of course, Bridg told me."

"Hum. Well, I hope he gets what he wants." she said, a bit huffy.

"Mom?"

"Yeah Mal?"

"Would you mind if I dated Bridgette

"No, why would I mind that baby?"

"Don't know, just thought I'd ask before I asked her."

"I like Bridgette. Bring her over Saturday and well have a big dinner, you, her, Scott, Tangy if she wants to come, and your dad and I."

"Ok mom. Hey mom?"

"Hum?"

"Sorry about not hugging you, I feel a little awkward at times."

"It ok son, go back to bed."

He left her in the hall and went back to his room. She went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water and walked out to the patio. She was startled by a sound, and turned around to see Scott.

"I thought you were still out."

"No, but I didn't want to be in my room, I decided I'd come down here. I wanted to be closer to where we were."

"I thought you were still out with Tangy."

"FUCK HER!"

"Scott? What happened?"

"She wanted to give me a blow job," he looked at her assessing her expression, she was a bit bothered, but let him talk. "So, we got somewhere, and we parked, and the back seat thing and all, Mom, you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes, go on."

"So she's going down on me, and I was trying to tell her what to do, she got pissed because she does it one way and..."

"And what son?"

"And I told her about you."

"What?"

"I slipped up and said, 'Mom does it like this.'"

"Oh fuck Scott!"

"I'm sorry mom, I just, she wasn't doing it right, not like you did."

"Baby, I have a lot more experience than she does."

"I know. But I just, she... Fuck, I was drinking too."

"Did Tangy say anything about us?"

"No, she did ask if dad was into things like that, she wants to fuck him."

"I can't blame her for that, he is a good fuck." She smiled, thinking of her husband.

"Mom!"

"Scott. What makes it any different, except she's not our daughter. Which doesn't make it that bad. It's not...'

"I know mom, but, I.. God you're so fucking good. She's just not that good. She couldn't take me all in and she kept biting me in the wrong place." he looked at her again, "You would let her fuck dad?"

"If dad would want too. It might be fun to watch."

"Shit mom!" he leaned over into her., laying on shoulder. "I wanted to come home and crawl up next to you, do what we did today. I really loved that."

"I know baby, me too. But dad's home, so, well have to wait a little bit." 

"Do you think dad would be pissed if he found out?"

'No, I think he would understand, he knows how I am. It might take him some time to get used to the idea. But he's pretty kinky himself."

"God mom, I want to fuck you so bad right now." His cock was throbbing in his jeans, he had unzipped them and let it loose from its confines.

"Scott, you need to give Tangy a chance, I'm sure it will get better."

"I know mom, but still, you are so hot, and I love the sweet way you taste."

"Scott, your making me hot." she fanned herself.

"If dad wasn't home, I would go down on you right here on the patio."

"If dad wasn't home, you would be upstairs in my bed baby."

"I know mom." he was quiet for a moment and took a drink of his last beer, "Maybe I should talk to dad about Tangy, maybe we can all fuck around."

"Scott, I thought we were going to keep this between us."

"I know, but... Look," he pointed down at his stiff rod. Emily had to restrain herself. She took his hand and helped him from the chair, leading him into the pool house.

"Come on baby, I was going to your room anyway."

"Oh mom."

She sat him down on a nice large recliner and went back to lock the door. There was just enough light to see, and she pulled his jeans away from his cock. She thought about a blowjob and then told him to pull them down further, he did as she requested and she slid over him, sitting and facing him. Her warmth over took his rod and he moaned softly as her pussy devoured him.

"Scotty, have you ever fucked anyone like this?"

"No, I'm always on top."

"Good, hold my hips."

He put his hands on her hips and she slid back and forth, up and down on him. He lifted her gown, showing off her naked body and massive breasts right in his face, and tossed it aside. Once again, he nursed them fully as she fucked him. His lips on her nipples made her hotter and she pumped on him furiously, forcing his head to meet her cervix, making her moan and quake. She breathed heavy and spoke quickly.

"Baby, are you ready to get those sweet rocks off again?"

"Fuck yes, Oh god mom!"

"I'm coming baby, are you ready,"

"Yes, oh yes." he groaned into her breasts, still nipping at the hardness of her nipples.

"Kiss me baby, kiss me, make me come all over your hot cock." 

He pushed his face to hers as she threw her arms around his neck and pushed as hard down on him as she could. His lips and tongue attacked her mouth, they both quivered, and she flooded around his cock and onto his hips. He pulled her into him tightly and groaned, releasing himself, thrusting hard into her. Her juices flowed all over him and he grabbed her ass pulsing her up and down a few more times to milk his cock. He eased slowly back away from her and she collapsed into the fading strength of his arms. 

"God mom, you're so sexy, so good. Does dad know you can do that?"

"Yes."

"Do you fuck dad like that?"

"Yes. But it takes a little longer." she smiled.

"I bet when dad was younger it didn't take long."

"Scott, he's fifteen years older than me, he always takes his time."

"Not the other morning he didn't, he was on you faster than I came."

She giggled, "You saw that huh?"

"Yeah, and I got off four times watching you two."

"Next time, ask dad if you can watch from the room."

"I'm not so sure I want to see his ass going at it at that angle with you, I like the view I have, I can pretend it's me."

"You don't have to pretend any more, because it is you."

She slid off his lap and kissed him lightly, touching his softness with her fingers and brining the flavor up to her lips. "We taste so good together." He tasted her fingers and nodded. 

"Mom, what happens if after while I need you?"

"That, baby, is what the box is for." she winked, picked up her gown and slipped it over her head. "I love you. See you in the morning."

"Mom, don't go."

"I have to, your father will be looking for me again if I don't."

"Ok, but mom..."

"The box baby, the box."

She slipped from his grasp and out the door, back to the house and up to her room. Eric sat in the bed with a massive hard on, stroking at his leisure.

"You've been with Scott?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

"Are you mad?"

"No, I think it's hot. I know how you are with your men baby."

"Do you mind, it's not like I'm cheating."

"As long as you don't let him get in the way of us, I'm fine with it."

"You know his girlfriend wants to fuck you."

"Can you blame her?"

"No. I wouldn't mind a round with you right now."

"Still dripping baby?"

She stripped off her gown and stood over him on the bed. He teased her pussy with his free hand and collected the cream from inside her, stroking himself with the juice.

"Umm, interesting. How is the boy."

"Almost as good as his father, but not as long lasting."

"That is a problem that I can solve." He pulled her down to his cock and she straddled him like she had Scott. "So how big is he?"

"Hung like a fucking horse, just like his dad." She moaned pushing up and down on him. He held her hips and pushed her harder against him. 

"Em," he brought her too his lips, "I love you, don't ever forget that."




The Gift Box



"I love you too Eric, I never will. You are my husband, and my love, my life. Ohhh, ummm," she started to breath heavier, quivering as he slid in and out of her, "He's so much like you, If his hair was longer, he'd be your image of when we met.' She gasped.

"Just don't forget it was me who gave you that."

"No, no my love, I could never forget." she moaned loudly, expelling herself onto her husbands loins, he tightened underneath of her and pushed hard into her, seeding his heat into her already soaked pussy. "Oh god," she screamed out. "Oh Eric!" 

"God Emily, FUCK!"

He collected her into his arms and rolled over on his side, taking her with him, kissing her deeply and long. They finally pulled away and she looked in his eyes. She loved his eyes. He caressed her hair, pushing it away from her face. 

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too." she snuggled down into Eric's arms and was soon asleep.

Scott left the door and went back to his room to find the box his mom had given him.

(to be continued)