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Dead

By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER



DEAD

You never know when, you never know where, and you never know how.

You never know when, you never know where, and you never know how, but we all will die one day, some tragically, some unexpectedly, some peacefully, some prematurely, and some expectedly. It is inevitable. 

These are snippets of life and of death. Read on to realize what happened to others and you may discover what may happen to you.

*

The Tragic Death:

Jenny was a pretty blonde girl, her thoughts were like everyone else's, who waited with her on the platform for the 5:15pm train to arrive at the station, away from there and thinking of all the things she had to do once home. Mindlessly not paying any attention to the danger that lurked around her. She wanted to get home. She needed to get home. She had class tonight and wanted to get something to eat while cramming for her final exam.

Now, the delayed train interrupted her thoughts making her frantic with schedules and time frames. She felt pressured and anxious. Now, she only thought of where was the stupid train. Only, something was wrong, the train was delayed and the crowd anxiously waited impatiently for the arrival of the train to take them away from there, away from the last leg of work, and to take them home.

Sarah was late. She was never late. She prided herself on being on time, on being logical, practical, and on never losing her head when all of those around her panicked unnecessarily and lost their heads, but her heel broke on the way to the train station. Uncharacteristically, she was discombobulated by her delay and subsequent late arrival for the 5:15pm train. 

Always, she caught the 5:15pm train that would get her home exactly, by 5:40pm to feed her cat, Mr. Whiskers, make a cup of tea, and watch the evening news. An anal accountant, who looked like a spinster librarian or an old maid school teacher, the sameness of her routine was important to her. Now, out of sync with her need to maintain her scheduled habits, her mood, quite dependent upon precision and exactness, was ill-tempered. The later she was, the crazier she became.

Always, she stood on the spot where that pretty, blonde girl now stood. Always, she was the first one on the train, as the front door opened before all the others and opened directly in front of her. She hustled herself through the crowd trying to claim her rightful spot behind or beside that pretty, blonde girl. By stepping on some toes, jostling some waiting passengers, and annoying the others waiting longer, she managed to make it to the front, an arms reach behind the pretty, blonde girl. 

Now, 5:25, the crowd was nearly doubled in size from the typical crowd that waits at the station at this time of day and with more people pouring off buses and adding to the growing crowd. As more people arrived on the platform, a foreboding feeling of consensus emerged that not everyone was going to fit on the train and those in back would have to wait for the next train. Time was ticking and everyone wanted to get home and get away from the smelly, hot, and crowded train station. People in back started inching and jockeying their way forward trying to gain a spot in front. Yet, when would the next train arrive? Would that train, the next train, arrive equally as late or would they follow up with a...there.

A whistle blew and an express train flew in past the crowd, flew out of the station, and it was gone to the next stop without picking up any passengers. Definitely, something was wrong. Another excruciatingly long ten minute wait heralded the rumble of their 5:15pm train at 5:35pm. Now, the crowd was massive, more than three times its normal size.

"For your safety," crackled the loudspeaker, just as the train entered the confines of the narrow station "please stand behind the yellow line."

A push, a bump, and a jostle from behind, as the crowd surged ahead, Jenny stumbled forward leaning precariously and teetering on the edge of the platform. She could not maintain her balance for long and with her arms flailing frantically, she screamed falling. Just as the train reached her nearly hitting her head and upper body, a hand, that of a kind hearted, hero of a man, emerged lunging his form forward from somewhere in the crowd, pulling her back, and saving her from certain death but at his own risk and at his own unfortunate peril. Unable to stop his forward momentum, he continued bursting through the crowd.

The crowd, as if connected together as one, gasped and took an involuntary step backward. The man who saved Jenny was now squeezed like a tube of toothpaste between the platform and the train. In a heroic effort, he lost his balance and fell just as the train rumbled past, lurched forward, and parked itself in the station.

"Someone call 911!" 

People ran to his aid and what they saw amazed them. There was no blood, guts or gore. There was the man perfectly okay. It was a miracle. His body above his waist was perched against the train while the rest of him was stuck somewhere down below, and he was alert and talking.

"I'm okay," he said. "I'm okay," he repeated to the crowd raising his hands in victory like he had just won a game of tennis. "I just have to get this damn train off of me," he said with an uncomfortable chuckle and a pained grunt.

Again, the crowd stepped back in horror but for a few people who knew better and who stayed with him at his side consoling him. Jenny held his hand, her tears showed not only her gratitude for him saving her life but also her dreaded concern for him.

"I'm glad that wasn't me," said Sarah looking at her watch and hustling herself away from the train and from the unpleasantness of the incident intent on taking a taxi home to maintain the uniformity and timeliness of her schedule. "It might have been me, had I been standing on my spot. There is a reason for everything," she said without emotion, "a reason for everything," she repeated mumbling to herself for no one else to hear. "God's will. Today is my lucky day. Maybe, I'll stop and play the lottery," she said looking at her watch, again.

The paramedics arrived asking everyone to stay back. The police arrived and, taking one look at the man, assessed the situation. They had seen it before and it was not a pretty sight. They cleared the station and the train of passengers and arranged with the Metro for those waiting for trains to board buses. The station was shut down for several hours while they made plans to extricate the man from the train before moving the train.

"I'm okay," said the man, again, assuring himself, as well as the paramedics. Yet, they knew differently. As soon as they removed the train, his body, twisted like a pretzel below and temporarily holding his vital organs and blood in place, would explode. He was mortally wounded beyond saving.

"What's your name?"

"Freddie." Freddie looked at the paramedics. "I'm okay...right?"

"Do you have family to call, Freddie?"

"Yes." His eyes read the eyes of the paramedics that he was not okay and that he was dying. 

"They stepped away allowing Freddie some privacy to call his wife, his girlfriend, his mistress, and to say his good-bye to all of his children, legitimate and illegitimate." With a cough, a choke, and a spurt of blood, he died a few minutes after he made his call.

Meanwhile, Sarah, suddenly feeling charged with her good fortune of skirting certain death, had she not broken her heel and been standing on her spot, was intent on grabbing a taxicab ahead of the elderly woman walking with great difficulty ahead of her. She side stepped around her and, stepping off the sidewalk, yelled, "Taxi!"

She never saw the bus that knocked her several dozen yards in the air and violently crashed her down so much like a rag doll on the pavement. She laid dead in the street her body on one side and her head on the other. "Shit," she said looking at her headless body, "now I'll never make it home on time." Quietly, she closed her eyes.

*

The Unexpected Death:

Freddie received the call at work that his twin brother, Eddie was taken by ambulance to the hospital. No one would tell him anything. No one knew anything to tell. All they knew was they were working on him in the emergency room.

He packed up his work to take home, told his secretary that his brother was suddenly taken to the hospital, and that he would be gone for the day. He had a bad feeling, a premonition that this was it, that this was the big one. He removed the thoughts of his brother's impending funeral from his mind. He could not go there.

Freddie expected the worst. His brother, albeit a twin was always the sickly one. Born premature at less than 3 pounds, he had developmental problems all through his life. Freddie, born weighing nearly 6 pounds, the healthy one, the 12 letter athlete in high school, the track star in college, and the tri-athlete now, was never sick a day in his life.

He worried about his brother. Always, he felt guilty with the thoughts that, maybe, in the womb, he had, somehow, stolen the extra nourishment that his brother needed to be as healthy as he was. Perhaps, it was as simple as the location of where he was in the womb, as opposed to his brother. Unfounded, but, believing it to be true and believing that they both, as twins, should have had the same birth weight, he felt responsible for his brother's ailments, nonetheless.

He thought of all the things he did with his brother, the ballgames at Fenway Park, the drinking down at O'Malley's, the bonding filled with laughter and tears when reminiscing about past times, the vacations to the lake where they fished, the excursions to the mountains where they hiked and camped, the long drives to the shore where they ogled topless women, and the week long trip to Disney World and Universal Studios where they had a blast. What would he do without his twin? They were so very close, closer than any brothers could be, the twin bond made them inseparable throughout life. Maybe, Eddie's asthma reared its ugly head, again. Maybe, they found something wrong with his heart, finally, as they suspected all along. Maybe...

He never saw the stop sign in his rush to drive pedal to the metal to be with his imagined dying brother at the hospital. Fortunately, the truck braked and swerved avoiding a fatal crash. Unscathed, the near miss collision scared the shit out of Freddie. Now, he was shaking in a panic worried that his brother lay dying or already dead without him there at his side. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, parked, and collected himself before continuing to the hospital. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and tried to relax.

Eddie was waiting on Freddie to give him a ride home from the hospital. He had missed a step on the steep cellar stairs and had broken his ankle. With a cast on his left ankle and walking with the aid of a crutch, he hoped his brother had received the message he left on his cell phone. 

It was the next morning before they found Freddie slumped over the steering wheel in his parked car dead of a massive heart attack. 

*

The Peaceful Death:

"Freddie's dead."

"What?"

"Freddie. He died. He's dead."

"You're kidding. Freddie? Bostonfictionwriter? I can't believe it."

"Yes, believe it."

"How? Was it during hot sex with two women?"

"No."

"Was he trying to make a comeback in boxing and he died of a heart attack?"

"No."

"Was he trying to save another baby, again, from a burning building?"

"No."

"Did he finally agree to donate his brain to Harvard for medical research?"

"No."

"How, then?"

"He was writing a story for Literotica and was surrounded by his usual consortium of female admirers like they always enjoy doing while he is writing. Jen was on his left reading over his shoulder while kissing his left ear and rubbing his left thigh and Sally was on his right reading over his shoulder while kissing his right ear and rubbing his right thigh. Ashleigh was in-between his legs giving him a blow job while he wrote, which is the way he always wrote."

"Yeah, I remember her making that deal with him when he told her that he was going to write stories for Literotica and she laughed in his face and said, what you write stories? You cannot write stories. You cannot write. You are so scattered with your thoughts, unable to focus, and I am so certain that you will not finish even one story that I will give you a blow job for every story that you do write. And for every story that you start and do not finish, you have to go down on me."

"I know and he wrote 15,000 stories in 15,000 days receiving a blow job every day for more than 41 years."

"Wow! That is amazing."

"What's even more amazing and kind of sad for her is that, by their agreement, he never had to go down on her because there never was a story that he started that he did not finish." 

"So, how did he die?"

"He died peacefully while she blew him for the last time."

"That's how I want to go with my cock in a woman's mouth. Way to go, Freddie. Rest in peace, Bostonfictionwriter."

*

Premature Death:

"Wow! Look at this! I can't believe it. It made the front page of today's newspaper."

"What did?"

"He was on his honeymoon, can you believe it? The poor bastard."

"Who?"

"Freddie, he was honeymooning in Bermuda and did a little too much celebrating. He took a wrong turn on one of those motor scooters and drove off a cliff. It was in the middle of the night and he was drunk."

"What about his wife?"

"Wife? You mean his widow?"

"Yeah, what about his widow?"

"Well, she's rich now, filthy rich. She inherits all that lottery prize money he just won, forty-two million dollars."

"Geez, he played that loser number for decades. And, then, when he finally, won, he's dead. Isn't that a kick in the ass?"

"Yeah, but he was so young. This is so sudden and so premature. He had so many stories to write and so many others to submit. He showed me all the stories that he had planned on dumping on Literotica in the middle of December, as a surprise move to win the Survivor Contest."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he told me back in July that he had enough stories to earn him nearly 2,000 points."

"So, where are the stories?"

"In this box. I was going out back to burn them."

"Burn them? Let's split them and enter them in the Survivor Contest."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, Freddie would have liked that. Think of it as a tribute to Bostonfictionwriter."

"Okay."

*

Expected Death:

Freddie raced his motorcycle everywhere. The police were so tired of chasing him that they just drove to his house, waited until he showed up, and arrested him.

"Freddie, what is wrong with you? You're going to kill someone. You can't be driving down Main Street at 100mph in a 20mph zone. Besides, you don't even have a license anymore. We pulled it last month."

"Ah, there ain't no one around when I come home at midnight. You cops are paranoid. Besides, I wasn't going no 100mph, I was only doing 60mph."

Then, it happened, that fateful day of the police prophesy. He entered the intersection too fast and when he saw a street full of people, in an attempt to avoid them; he took the turn too tight, and flipped his Harley. The motorcycle careened and tumbled end over end striking people as it went and landing in the middle of a crowd of Japanese tourists posing and taking photos who, having just arrived from Tokyo and unable to adjust to the time change, were out roaming the street at midnight.

There in the street were three mini-skirted Asian women sprawled out dead.

Everyone expected Freddie to kill himself on that bike but he survived with nothing more than scrapes and bruises.

The police feared that he might do something crazy like kill himself, so they removed his belt and shoelaces leaving him with his small notebook of stories that he had posted on Literotica to read and to give him some solace. 

Later that night, alone in his jail cell, unable to live with the grief of killing three innocent, mini-skirted Japanese women (such a waste), he took his own life by eating his own words, particularly, eating this story, by removing the pages from his notebook and swallowing them. He died of suffocation.

Dead Already



Jack tried his best to stay in the light as he made his way home. He hadn't realized just how late it was until the sun had retreated behind the distant mountains. At that point it had been too late to do anything about it. It wasn't like he'd never walked home alone before, he'd even done it at night before though never quite so far as this and definitely not in this part of town. There was nothing to be done for it, he had to get home so he pulled the collar of his denim coat up around his throat lowered his head and picked up the pace.

It's amazing how much your senses kick up when its dark. Jack was pretty sure that he couldn't normally smell the dampness in the air so vividly. He wasn't used to being able to hear the supposedly silent padding of cats feet as they walked around him preparing to hunt down their prey. One thing that he was absolutely certain of was he couldn't normally feel eyes on his flesh, not like he could right then. It took a conscious effort not to start spinning around to find the sources. 

It was almost enough to stop his heart in place but he couldn't let that happen so he suppressed that dangerous urge to stop and look around and instead lowered his head a bit more and kept walking. He avoided the places where it was the worst, where the pins and needles sensation of being watched changed into a coiled knot in his stomach granting only two choices, flight or fight. Most of those were places where the light didn't shine.

Then he saw her. She was leaning casually up against a brick wall with a cigarette clenched behind her devil red lips. She pretended not to notice him even though he was walking towards her each step a little slower and shorter than the last. Her hair matched her lips, an unnatural shade of red that perfectly off set the black leather micro shorts and matching half jacket that covered more of her arms than her breasts. 

There was no way around her, absolutely no way without going back several blocks and looking for another way around and that was unthinkable. They would know he's noticed if he did that and then they'd get him for sure. His only chance was to just keep walking. That was the advice his father gave and his father was never wrong. When you found yourself in a spot like this don't run. Walk damned fast but don't run.

As soon as he was within a few steps of her he picked up his pace hoping to get past the smoking hot smoker before she paid any attention to him. At a distance she'd been striking but up close she was actually stunning. Her skin was the same color and hue as the moonlight contrasting the ruby color of her lips. 

Jack didn't mean to stare as he approached her but it was difficult not to. Her shorts were painted on, literally. When he was close enough to make out the details he could tell it was just cleverly painted flesh, the jacket was at least real and it held up a pair of breasts that defied nature and gravity. Jack didn't mean to stare but there was something much more important than not staring. Walking. When he'd gotten face to face with her he'd simply stopped walking.

"Beautiful night out." She commented easily. She pushed away from the wall with one heeled boot and walked toward him blowing a puff of smoke into his face as she examined him. It was too late to run so Jack didn't. He just watched her as she circled him toying with him like a cat would a mouse. He didn't want to show any fear but it was impossible to hold back the shiver that accompanied that thought. The thought of being not prey, but a plaything. It was terrifying enough to think that he could end up as prey but living where he did that was part of the deal. Incredibly low cost of living, high chance of mysterious death. All part of living in Sunridge

"I said it's a beautiful night out. Don't you agree?" Jack suddenly irrationally hated his voice because it had done something he couldn't. It had fled leaving him anchored in place without even it to help him out. 

As soon as she spoke she surged closer to him. It was something they could do, it wasn't like walking, he didn't really see her move just suddenly instead of feet separating them it was mere inches. He could feel the warmth pouring off her body particularly in her breath steaming in the air. "Aren't you going to talk, even a little?" Bright red lips slowly curled back revealing rows of razor sharp teeth before her purple tongue slithered out to wet her lips. "I'm not scaring you am I?" Jack felt the strength flee his legs, just one more thing abandoning him to his fate but she didn't left him fall. Instead she gripped him by the collar and twisted around slamming his back against the brick wall she'd been leaning against moments before.

She lifted him off his feet as easily as he would lift a beer bottle. It was a trivial thing for her to hold him in place and her other hand went to work yanking his pants off. She wasn't interested in being subtle, or his comfort. The same inhuman strength that held him off the ground yanked at his pants tearing the button off and ruining the zipper. A second yank felt like she was going to tear him in two but his pants gave way first splitting along the seams and freeing one leg. His boxers were a little more cooperative. She slid one finger into the opening and yanked down, they would make a better skirt than boxers after that but she hadn't had to hurt him.

Now that she had what she wanted she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his flaccid shaft bobbing her head up and down slowly. Her long tongue slithered out to caress his scrotum and slowly his body started to react. The woman looked up at him her reddish eyes hooded with hunger as she slurped at his flesh. Jack tried to resist, tried to think of anything else but the lips wrapped around his penis, like the teeth that were hidden just behind those same lips and could come clamping down at any moment. It didn't help. Jack found himself moaning and wrapping his legs around her shoulders trying to keep her there as long as possible.

Immortality has perks. She had practiced this for longer than he'd been alive and she was damned good at it expertly bringing him right up to the edge of orgasm a dozen times and then dropping back making him crave more until he was begging her to let him come. Jack's moans started to grow louder. It seemed like she was going to take him all the way this time, it was already happening in his hips. He just needed a few more twists of her tongue and he'd. . .

Explode. Only it wasn't an orgasm it was his nose as she effortlessly twisted him around thoughtlessly slammed him up against the wall. She wasn't trying to hurt him, the thought that he was mortal never truly registered to her. What did was that she hadn't tasted his asshole yet.

With her free hand she spread open Jack's ass and let her foot long saliva dripping tongue wriggle along the length of his ass. It would be a good feeling if it not for the pain in his head but that was ebbing away steadily. Jack tensed in terror as he realized what she was going to do to him. There was nothing he could do about though. She was going to make a woman out of him. She was going to take his ass. 

There was no point in fighting so he didn't. Jack just spread his legs hoping maybe he could make it hurt less if he didn't fight it. She couldn't care less about his comfort her tongue was going to be jammed up his ass no matter what else he did or didn't do. 

This time Jack was surprised by the sensations he was feeling. Her wet tongue circling around his asshole was exciting. It sent fresh blood pumping into his cock which was unfortunately ground against a brick wall and starting to scrape. To get away from that he pushed his hips back towards her tongue driving the pliable pink muscle into his bowels. Jack tried to keep his mind emptied of any pleasure but the dull pain was nothing compared to her tongue writhing around inside his bowels. The sheer taboo of it was unbearable.

For the second time since the monster had grabbed him Jack thought he was going to have an orgasm. But she wasn't even going to give him that tiny favor. Instead she dropped him to the pavement. It was only long enough to take her jacket off and toss it aside then she hauled him up by the collar and slammed him down again this time shattering a bottle beneath him and mounting him.

That time it was impossible to drown out the pain of glass shards cutting into his back to focus on the warm wet pussy wrapped around his cock. The pain was excruciating and no matter what the woman may have wanted to believe her incredible kegals were not the cause of his screaming. That was the glass digging deeper and deeper into his flesh with every move of her hips. She was grinding him down onto the glass with her hips. If she could tell why he was screaming she either didn't care or enjoyed his pain. Either way she sped up when he screamed.

The pain started to subside and for an insane moment hope started to take a grip on Jack's heart. It was starting to seem like he might survive this. He'd been with enough women to know the signs and she was there. Her skin was glowing, her hips were moving faster and her fingers had dug, thankfully into the asphalt on either side of his head instead of his head. 

The woman came with a roar that shook most of the block knocking several minor valuables from their places. Jack struggled to keep his orgasm from taking control for just a few more moments but there was nothing he could to keep control while she pumped against him. It felt like she was trying her best to drive him through the pavement and down into Hell itself. She kept pumping and thrusting even when he was squirming and clawing to escape. 

Jack knew that he was close to death because his head was starting to float from the blood loss. he should have been screaming in pain and fighting with every ounce of strength he had left to escape. He wasn't. He was thrusting his hips up and holding onto her hips with what whatever strength remained in him.

Jack didn't expect to live long enough to come so the feeling caught him completely by surprise. The next surprise though wasn't nearly as pleasant. The final sensation that Jack had was of the woman gripping him by the throat and slamming him against the wall as she kissed him. He had a few vague thoughts about her tongue passed through his mind before he was dead and then Jack was gone. One more victim for the wendigo.

There was a small blessing. He was dead. He was gone by the time she started to eat him. 



Dead Batteries



She stands in the doorway. The hall light obscuring her features but not hiding the womanly hourglass outline of her body. Grabbing a strap of her tight white tank top she begins to pull it down her arm.

"Time to get up. Wakey wakey." My sister shakes my shoulder and I'm pulled out of the dream and back into reality. Thank goodness I'm a side sleeper as there'd be no hiding the tent created by my erection if I were on my back.

"It's the first day of your last year of high school. You're going to love being a senior. Now get your ass out of bed before you're late," she chides me. My sister graduated last year and is still about a week away from starting college. I can't wait for her first day because I've bought an air-horn and it has her name written all over it.

Once the swelling goes down I crawl out of bed and grab a quick shower. Heading downstairs I pop some bread into the toaster, throw a little jelly on it, and make for the front door grabbing my backpack off the bench where I put it last night.

"You sure seem in a hurry," says a voice from the stairs. Shit, I think, as I turn to greet my stepmother. "Hi Linda." Don't stare, don't stare I tell myself but it's pointless and my eyes are drawn down. My father and Linda married two years ago after meeting at a widow and widowers support group. At 36 Linda is twice my age but you wouldn't know it from looking at her. She's shorter than me by a lot, probably around 5'5" and is right around 200 pounds which I know because she complains about it all the time. Thing is her weight is all in her hips, ass, and tits which I tend to like.

It's she that has invaded my dreams lately. Sometimes the dream continues and she enters my room and lets me touch her but other times the dream gets interrupted as it did this morning. I try to avoid her as much as possible now because I can't take my eyes off her body and I'm afraid she's going to notice.

"I don't want to be late for the first day of class," I tell her and I hurry out the door. I take the keys out of my backpack and jump in my car and head to school. A senior. I've waited for this day for such a long time I can't believe it's finally here. "Need a ride?" I ask my best friend Steve when he picks up the phone, "I'm outside your house." Steve and I have been friends for years and I usually give him a ride to school even though he has his own car because he lives just a couple of house down from us on the way to school. He doesn't answer but simply hangs up while simultaneously opening the front door. He gets in the car and we make it to school with a half hour to spare.

"I had the dream again," I tell him as we sit on the hood of my car watching to see if there are any cute new girls. "It got interrupted this time though by my sister waking me up."

"Bummer," he remarks. "Was it the white tank again?"

"Always," I say.

The morning flies by and just as the bell is going to ring for lunch the fire alarm sounds. We've never had a drill the first day of school but we think nothing of it as we form our lines and make our way out of the building. It's not until the sirens sound in the distance that we realize that things might be more serious than we realized. Four fire engines pull up outside the school and get to work with their hoses. The principal comes out shortly after with a bullhorn, "May I have your attention?" It goes quiet which is pretty unusual but we're all curious as to know what's going on. "As you might have guessed," he continues, "there's been a small fire. It's in the cafeteria in a new fryer. School is dismissed for the rest of the day and be sure to check the school's Facebook page and Twitter account later this afternoon for more information. For those of you that ride the bus the buses are on the way to take you home." He doesn't have to tell us twice as those of us that drove make our way to our cars. Steve is waiting when I get there. 

"So we goin' to do it this weekend?" he asks and I don't even have to wonder what he means. For weeks we've been talking about hiding a camera in Linda's bathroom and filming her while she showers. It's a stupid idea that I mentioned one day in passing and now Steve won't let it go. "No, we're not," I tell him, "not this weekend and not ever. You know what would happen to me if I got busted? You know how my father is. I'd be lucky just to get thrown out of the house." My father can be a dick. He's pretty intolerant of anyone that thinks or believes differently than he does as I do but I've learned to keep my mouth shut about it. If he knew that Steve and I had even talked about this he'd probably kick me out for being "a goddamn pervert." 

"Just think about it dude," Steve says as he gets out of the car at his house. I drive off without a word. Honestly it's all I can think about but I'll never admit it to him. I even know where I'd place the camera but again, my fear of my father keeps me from acting on it. Pulling into the drive I see Linda's car but my sister's car is gone which is no surprise. She and Linda get along best in short spurts so whenever my sister can leave she does so. I open the front door dreading being alone with Linda. I'll do what I usually do when this happens and hide in my room and pretend I have homework until dinner is ready. I'm usually left alone when studying. With a plan in place I climb the stairs and open my bedroom door to find Linda going through my things.  

"What the hell Linda?" She jumps and then spins to face me. 

"Shit you scared me! What are you doing home already?"

"There was a fire in the cafeteria. They sent us home for the day. Now what the hell are you doing in my room?"

Linda blushes and then says, "I need batteries. Two C batteries. We've got a ton of AA but not a C to be found. I thought you might have some."

"What do you need C batteries for anyway?"

She blushes again, "I've got a...um...a calculator. An old...um...you know adding machine type and it uses C."

"A calculator? What in the world do you need one for?"

"For adding things. Anyhow that's not the point. The point is that while looking for batteries I found your stash."

Oh shit. If she's found my porn stash I'm dead. All the magazines relate to women built just like Linda. She'll see right through me.

"I can explain..." I begin as Linda reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small baggie with two joints in it. Oh thank god, it's only Steve's pot.

"It's cool," she interrupts, "but would you mind if I smoke a little?"

"I didn't know you smoked pot. Does dad know?"

"I've not smoked since college and no, he doesn't know. You know how he is."

I nod knowing exactly what he'd think. I'd probably end up in drug rehab.

"Well sure, you can smoke one. They're Steve's anyway."

She opens the baggie and takes out one of the joints. She sits on my bed and rummages through the drawer.

"Got a light?" she asks.

"Back left, under the book."

She pulls out the lighter and gets the joint lit.

"Shit, you're smoking it in here?!" I panic.

"Relax," she says, "your father won't be home for hours and it's not like he'd know what the smell is. Plus when's the last time he was in your room?"

She has a good point and I gesture for her to continue.

She sits back on the bed putting a pillow between her back and the headboard and she pats a spot next to her wanting me to join her. I sit cross-legged on the bed near her legs.

As we sit there Linda passes me the joint. I'm not into pot so I wait a second and then pass it back to her. She doesn't seem to notice I'm not partaking. After a few hits Linda begins to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I wonder.

"I was just thinking about my college days. We'd do this same thing. There'd be a group of us and we'd sit in a circle and smoke and then we'd pair off and have...other fun."

"You mean sex," I'm rather enjoying this conversation especially finding out that Linda had a bit of a wild side.

"Yes, sex. Sometimes we'd go to separate rooms and sometimes it'd be bodies everywhere and you didn't know who was touching whom."

I'm picturing Linda naked, writhing around on the floor with others. I start to get an erection and so I grab my other pillow and put it in my lap.

"I miss sex," Linda mutters. It surprises me to hear this since sharing a bedroom wall has made me well aware of the sex noises Linda makes. There were nights that I'd get so turned on I'd slip my boxers down and masturbate to her noises.

"Now that you mention it I've not heard you two in quite some time.

Linda looks at me in surprise, "You heard us? I didn't realize we were that noisy or that the walls were so thin. But yes, it's been way too long. Actually I think your father is having an affair because he doesn't touch me anymore. It's been so long...well...so long that I actually pulled out my old back massager and was going to use it to have a little fun. Damn thing needs C batteries and who the hell has those sitting around?"

"A back massager? How's that going to help?"

Linda laughs. "I guess you wouldn't know would you? A back massager has a nice vibration and a large round head. It works perfectly for, um, other stimulation."

It dawns on me what she means and I also realize, "Oh shit. My mother had one of those. She kept it plugged in by the bed but I didn't think anything of it."

"Maybe she had a sore back," Linda says trying to be helpful.

"Yeah, maybe," but neither of us believes it.

"Should I go get you some C batteries?" I ask.

"No, you don't need to do that. I'll just take matters into my own hands so to speak."

"I could watch," the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"You dirty boy," Linda reaches and grabs the pillow from my lap and swings it at me. I put my hands in my lap but it's too late. She's seen. "I didn't realize I was having this effect on you. You are a very naughty young man having that kind of reaction. I'm your stepmother after all."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I just...you're just..." I stammer.

"I'm what?"

"So...perfect," I manage to say though my throat has gone dry.

"You're what? 18? I'm twice your age. I'm fat. It's no wonder your father is having an affair."

"My father is an idiot and you aren't fat. You're amazing. Your tits...sorry...breasts..."

"Tits is fine," she laughs.

"Your tits are big and heavy and your ass is nice and round and..."

"You've been thinking about this for a while haven't you?"

I can't deny it, "Well, yes and...and...what are you doing Linda?" I stare as she sits up and begins to unbutton her shirt. She slips it off and tosses it to the floor.

"That's better," she sighs. "Well almost. This bra is killing me. Mind if I take it off too?"

I shake my head no as the ability to form words has left me.

"I could use a little help," Linda says as she turns and leans forward.

My hands are shaking so badly I'm not sure I can manage it but somehow, after a few fumbling attempts, I get the back clasp undone. Linda slides the bra straps down her shoulders and then slowly pulls the bra away. Her tits hang freely and I see that her nipples are hard. She's excited by this too I realize.

Linda takes another hit from the joint and then sets it down on the nightstand. "You like these?" she asks as she grabs her tits lifting them for me to see.

Again I nod.

"So you want to watch?"

I'm momentarily confused and then I remember what I said that started all this. I swallow trying to find my voice. "Yes, I would," I finally manage. She pushes her hips up off the bed, unbuttons her pants, and quickly kicks them off. She's got no panties on which I find interesting and erotic.

"Why don't you move over here for a better look?" Linda says indicating a spot near her feet. I move down and she opens her legs and puts them on either side of me. She scoots down on the bed so that I'm just inches away from where her hand is now traveling. I can't look away from her hairlessness and from how good her pussy looks. While I'm still a virgin I've done my share of heavy making out. I've even, I think, made a girl orgasm using my fingers but what I'm witnessing now is so much better than any of that. Linda rubs along the outside for a bit and I watch as two fingers of her right hand curl and then slowly slip inside her pussy. Her left hand drifts up and begins a slow circle around her clit.

Linda begins to moan and I recognize the sound having heard it enough through my bedroom wall. I've grown quite hard and uncomfortable and find myself shifting on the bed. Linda must have felt my movement because she asks, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you had less on?"

I take the hint and pull off my shirt. I scoot back and off the bed in order to get the rest of my clothes off. I feel eyes on me and I look to see that Linda is watching me while now furiously rubbing at her clit.

"My nightstand...top drawer," Linda says between moans. "Oh fuck. Condoms. Hurry."

I leap off the bed and nearly run into my closed door. I throw it open praying that my sister hasn't made it back but since I've not heard a car or the front door I'm not too worried. It almost hurts to run because of my erection which is standing nearly straight up. I think I'm harder than I've ever been before. I throw open their bedroom door and pull open the nightstand drawer. The condoms are buried but I find them quickly enough. Sprinting back to the bedroom I find Linda still rubbing away at her clit.

"Do you know how to put one on?"

"I think so. Start at the top and unroll it down," nice to know that sex education in junior high was good for something.

"Yes. Now get it on and get over here."

I tear open the packet and fumble the condom dropping it on the floor. I grab another and put it at the tip of my erect cock. I slip it down until it's fully on and then I'm on top of Linda. I poke around hopelessly for a minute and Linda smiles and helps me by reaching down and guiding me where I need to be. With a single thrust I'm inside my stepmother. Holy shit I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Slow down there," she admonishes me. Doing as instructed I slow my pace.

"That's better. I'm not a sidewalk and you aren't a jackhammer. Long slow strokes are what I like. Oh yes, just like you're doing. Now tell me the truth, you've wanted to do this to me for a long time haven't you? I've caught you looking at me."

"Yes, I have wanted this."

"Wanted what? Tell me."

"I've wanted to fuck you."

Linda pulls me down on top of her and her lips find mine. Her mouth opens and I do the same and her tongue is in my mouth and the kiss turns more passionate. I suddenly feel her tighten around my hard cock and she screams into my mouth. I'm not ready for this to be over so I keep pumping away but faster and harder and then Linda is forcing me off of her. I'm afraid that she realizes what we've just done and how wrong it is but instead she throws me on my back. I watch as she takes my still hard cock in her hand and pulls off the condom before kissing my chest, my stomach, and then the tip of my cock. Her mouth opens and she takes me inside, her tongue swirling over my hardness. She bobs up and down sucking me, milking me and I can't help myself I reach down and grab Linda's hair and I show her the pace that feels good to me. 

"You better stop," I warn her as I feel myself about to explode.

"Mmm mmm," she mumbles and whether she's saying yes or no I'm not sure and I don't care as I can't stop the eruption. Linda never releases me but instead I see her throat work as she swallows load after load of my cum. When finally I'm spent she lets me fall out of her mouth.

"Shit boy, it's been a while hasn't it?" 

"How do you know?" I wonder.

"I don't think I've ever swallowed so much cum in my life. I've certainly got a belly full now."

"I want more," I blurt out like a pouty child.

"I bet you do but it's going to be a little while before you can get hard again," Linda says as she runs her hand over my stomach and down to my pubic hair.

"I don't care. I want...fuck...I don't know," I say in frustration.

"You want everything?" she guesses.

"Yes!"

"Well, I had a great orgasm but wouldn't mind another. You can lick my pussy."

This too will be a first and I tell her so. "Just listen to what I tell you and you'll do fine," she instructs.

I lay down between her legs and for a minute I just stare. This is my first time seeing everything on a woman and the fact that the woman is someone I've lusted after for a while now makes it even better. The fact that she's my stepmother doesn't even matter to me anymore. I take my first slow lick and then another. I press my tongue in between her folds and she opens up to my tongue. I fuck her with my tongue and Linda's moans make me think I'm doing just fine without her instructing me. I work my way up and find what I think is her clit. My tongue grazes across it and Linda arches her back off the bed. I definitely found it. Linda's legs open wider and I have more access. I want to see and feel everything so I use my fingers this time and slip them inside her. She's very wet and they slip in easily. My tongue goes back to her clit as my fingers twist and turn inside her feeling every curve as I go. 

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck right there," Linda yells as my fingers and tongue have found the combination she likes. Acting on instinct now I suck on her clit instead of licking at it and it sends her over the edge. I feel it as Linda's pussy begins pulsing against my fingers almost as if she's trying to push me out. I don't let up until Linda's feet on my shoulders push me away. I want to dive right back in but Linda is keeping me away from what I want.

"I can't take any more," she says by way of explanation.

"I can," and grabbing Linda's legs I spread them and am on top of her. I have no trouble this time and I shove my now hard cock back into Linda's still quivering pussy and then it dawns on me, "Shit! I didn't put on a condom," I can't believe how stupid I am. 

"Don't you dare stop," Linda yells at me as she wraps her legs around me pulling me into her even more deeply. "I'm on the pill anyway," she adds.

"Turn over," I order. I want to try a different position, one I saw in a men's magazine that Steve managed to get. 

I pull out of Linda and she turns over. She gets up on her hands and knees and I position myself behind her. This time I can easily see what I'm doing and I guide my now throbbing cock inside her. I need leverage to do this right so I grab Linda's hips and pull her back as I thrust forward. Faster I go as our bodies hit together. The slap of skin on skin and the smell of sex in the air has me already close to an orgasm again. I ask Linda if she's sure about the condom and she tells me she is. It's a good thing too as I'm not sure I could stop. I'm pumping harder and even faster now nearly coming out of her as I pull back and then ramming my way home. 

"I'm going to cum...oh fuck..." I yell and I reach up and grab a handful of Linda's hair pulling her head and neck back as I unload again this time shooting my cum deep inside her. The feeling of doing this without a condom is even better and it feels like my orgasm is never going to stop. When I finally do I collapse onto Linda as she too drops down onto the bed.

It's then that we hear the front door start to open. I somehow find the strength to get up and crack open my door. My room is at the top of the stairs and looking out I see my sister start to enter the house. Shit. There's no way for Linda to leave without being seen. I have an idea and I quickly grab my jeans and slip them on, find a t-shirt that I may or may not be clean and quickly open and close my door and leap down the stairs just as my sister is putting her keys in her purse.




Dead Batteries



She jumps and I apologize for scaring her. "What are you doing home?" she asks.

"There was a fire in the cafeteria so they sent us home. You hungry? I'll make you my famous grilled cheese sandwich." My sister is a sucker for my grilled cheese.

"Sounds great," she says as she follows me into the kitchen, "but why are you so sweaty and out of breath?"

"Just...um...getting a little exercise," I tell her. 

I hear the floor above us creak which means Linda has made it to her bedroom.

"What's Linda been doing?"

I hide my blush by sticking my head into the refrigerator and pulling out the butter, mayo, and cheeses. 

"No idea," I lie.

I'm just finishing up the grilled cheese when Linda walks into the kitchen. Her hair is still damp from a shower and it's all I can do to not go over and throw her on the kitchen table and fuck her on it. 

Instead I ask, "Want a sandwich?"

"Sounds great, I'm starving. I've worked up quite the appetite today," and she gives me a wink.

I spin around worried my sister saw that but she's got her nose buried in a book. I have the second sandwich ready and slide it over to Linda.

"If y'all will excuse me I've got to get some homework done," and I make my way out of the kitchen, grab my backpack, and head up the stairs to my room. Looking around I find the joint which has burned out and hide it away again. I then pick up the phone to call Steve. I put it back down when I realize that some things shouldn't be shared and that he wouldn't believe me even if I did tell him what I've been doing. Instead I grab a book out of my bag and begin reading.



Dead Battery



As I lay on the bed my legs spread apart. I moaned loudly as my fingers reached down and felt the smooth lips of my pussy. My clit was bulging with arousal following the shaving I had just finished in the bath. My nipples too were hard. My fingers reached up and pinched them, quite hard, until the sexual excitement got to me and I reached into my second drawer to grab my vibrator. I loved masturbating during the day. The peace and quiet of laying back and making myself climax was one of the favourite parts of my day.

I flicked the switch and the clit tickler struck gold, finding my love button and sending electric shock like spasms into my loins. I love making myself cum. I lay there, one hand holding the vibrator in position on my clit, the other working my nipples over taking it in turns from left boob to the right, making me moan audibly once more.

As the heat and sexual excitement built, I prepared myself to climax as I lay on the bed moaning and pinching my nipples. Suddenly, mid way through the surge of my orgasm, the bloody vibrator stopped! Damn......batteries I thought. I raised myself from my splayed position on the bed and grabbed two new C cell batteries, whacked them in and assumed the position. Nothing. Shit! Could my toy have died????? I grabbed a second set of new batteries, desperate in my attempt to get my reliable and oooh so effective vibrator working so I could finish what I had started, but to no avail. My toy was dead. I was left high and dry on my bed, my body covered in sweat from the strain and excitement of trying to make myself cum.

Reluctantly I went to my wardrobe and dressed. A sundress, sandals and a toggle in my hair. I applied my make up, checked my appearance and headed for the car. There was only one thing to do. I had to get myself another pleasure pal!!

Driving the short distance to the adult shop, I allowed myself to finger my wet pussy as I drove. Luckily my car is an automatic, and I was able to dedicate my left hand to pleasuring myself as I made the short trip to the sex shop. By the time I pulled into the car park, I was very wet, and dying to grab a new vibe and get home to finish the job off!

I noticed there were only two other cars in the car park. The sex shop is at the end of the shopping area, about five hundred metres down from the main supermarket, so it is possible to get in there without too many people seeing you enter. I grabbed my purse, locked the car and walked in to the sex shop. My husband Steve and I often go to the sex shop when we are feeling a little randy, so I knew the owner Jessie well. His wife Kelly and he had run in to us at a few parties, so we had become quite well acquainted.

"Howdy Dee" said Jessie as I walked in.

"Hi Jessie" I replied smiling. "Just need to grab a new toy, I think I've killed my other one!" I told him unashamed, but blushing.

"No problem honey, down the end to the left. Let me know if you need any help ok??".

"Thanks Jess, I'll be fine." I answered, walking towards the toy area and suddenly realising that the two other men browsing in the shop had heard every word I had said!

My cheeks now completely flushed, both from the embarrassment of letting the strangers hear that I had killed my vibrator, and the fact that I had been stopped mid orgasm by the dud toy, I slinked my way towards the toys, wanting to grab one and get home to finish off what I was certain would have been a wonderful cum.

I began looking at the various toys that were on display. I love looking at sex toys, it makes me totally hot, and today was even better because I had arrived at the sex shop totally turned on already. I took one down and felt it in my hand. It was made of the jelly rubber material, and had a small clit tickler attached. It felt so real that I was almost tempted to lift my leg and sample it's goods. The my mind was snapped back to my environment by a voice behind my shoulder.

"Try that blue one. The large one with the twin buzzer" the voice said, heat on my neck it was so close behind me.

I turned to see him, and his eyes drilled me from only a few inches away.

"I guarantee you'll like what it does to you almost as much as I would enjoy watching you use it on yourself. You are adorable my dear."

I stepped away slightly, allowing myself room to assess the man who was talking to me. He was about fifty, with whisps of silver hair. His face was tanned, and he wore a lovely suit. He obviously was confident, and I liked that.

"Oh" I answered quizzically. "And just what makes you think I'd even consider letting a strange man watch me pleasure myself with such a toy?"

"Because my dear, I noticed that you walked in here, wearing no underwear, and a flushed look on your face. You are obviously a highly sexual young woman, and I believe you would enjoy showing off in front of me as much as I would thoroughly enjoy wanking and watching you fuck yourself. I fact, I will buy you any toys in this shop that you want if you will allow me the pleasure of watching you pleasure yourself in my company."

I was speechless.

"Well, that is a lovely offer, but I'm really just here to grab a new vibrator and head home."

"Yes, I know" said the man. "I heard you tell the shop assistant that you have killed your favourite one. I apologise for eavesdropping, but you must admit, it's not very often I hear a woman speak so openly about her sex life. Now, what do you say? Have we got a deal? Oh, by the way, my name is James."

"James, I am totally flattered by your attention, but really, I only need the one toy, and I am quite capable of making myself cum without your help" I replied, trying not to show that this man had me intrigued. After all, a girl always likes to play hard to get!

"Dee, let's not waste time here honey. I know you're a sexy as hell woman, and if I am guessing correctly, you were at home masturbating when your vibrator stopped working. That's why you're here, without underwear, wearing a sundress, alone and looking to buy a new sex toy. I am offering to buy you as many toys as you want, anything at all in this shop, and all I am asking in return is to be able to watch you cum. Now let's get on with it and start choosing you some sexy toys. What do you say?"

"Well, as you put this that way, how could I refuse?" I answered, the dripping between my thighs informing me that I was indeed horny as hell.

"Wonderful my dear, now let's see what we can get to help you achieve your goal."

James put his arm around my waist, and guided me towards the shelves that housed the vibrators. 

"Now, which one is the same as your favourite, you know, the one you killed earlier on!" he said, smiling wickedly at me.

His eyes sparkled and I sensed that he was once quite a handsome man. Now he was what I would call, "distinguished". You know, well to do looking, older but still with that hint of sexiness about him.

I showed him the kind of tickler that had left me high and dry earlier on, and he grabbed two.

"One for now, and one for a rainy day" he said, smiling again.

"Now, if you could choose any kind of vibrator at all, which one would you select my dear?" he asked.

Looking at the massive range in front of us, I noticed my all time favourite fantasy vibrator. It was massive.

"Well James" I said, the bond between starting to ignite, "I've always wanted one of these really big ones. You know, the huge black ones that are made of the jelly rubber material and hum as they stretch you beyond anything you've ever had inside you before."

James reached for a lovely black jelly vibe, and added it to out growing collection as we moved on down the aisle of the sex shop.

Next we came to the section containing all those sort of wand things. You know, anal wands, pussy wands, the ones with all the bumps and knobs on them that you push inside your pussy or bum and then slowly pull out as you orgasm. I'd once used a string of pearls on my pussy as I came, but this looked like a lot more fun, so I chose a lovely string of jelly like balls on a string. It was called the Jelly Bean for Butts and I imagined the balls popping their way out of my bum one at a time as I fucked myself with my new black jelly vibe! This was fun! I was beginning to get totally turned on, and was actually looking forward to putting on a show for James now.

We proceeded to come to the section where all the sexy bondage toys were on display. James stopped me.

"Now Dee. This is MY kind of sex toy. We MUST stop here and get you something naughty."

James chose a set of fur lined cuffs, and then a bondage paddle and some nipple clamps. Wow – this guy was a kinky devil!

Next we found the love potion and oils section, where James selected a lovely coconut massage oil, and three bottles of bright red liquid latex – oooh lord was this going to be a fun afternoon!!

Finally, we got to the erotic clothing section, and here James chose me a really high quality leather bondage outfit. You know, the kind of leather harness that looks hot with a pair of huge stiletto boots and nothing else. I loved it, and with all our parcels in a couple of large bags we left the sex shop.

In the car park, James helped me load the sexy stuff into my boot, before agreeing to follow me back to my place for what promised to be a wonderful afternoon of wild, sexy fun! And to think, this sexy man had just spent almost $500 on me, and just wanted to watch me play with myself. Amazing.

On the drive home, I was totally turned on. James and I had a ball selecting things that turned each of us on, and I knew I was going to cum like a thunderbolt, given the wide range of sexy toys that he had bought for me. I was almost glazey eyed as I drove into my driveway and parked the car.

James parked on the street, and helped me carry in the bags of sex toys.

"Thank you for letting me do this Dee. I am embarrassed to say it has been far too long since I enjoyed the company of such a sexy woman. I am looking forward to watching you soo much. Let's hope you will enjoy thia afternoon as much as I know I am going to."

And with that I ushered this stranger inside. This man, old enough to be my father. This man, who had just approached me in a sex shop and bought me a myriad of pleasure appliances. This man, who just wanted to watch and wank in my home.

Once inside, I offered James a drink. He took a scotch on the rocks. When I returned with his drink, he was calmly walking around my loungeroom, inspecting my art and photos on the walls. 

"Your home is lovely Dee, like you."

"Thank you James" I said, blushing slightly at his compliment. "Please, make yourself at home whilst I go and make myself more comfortable."

I was determined to put on an incredible show. I wanted to cum like I hadn't in ages, and I wanted James to do that same as he watched me. I had no intention of letting him do anything more than watch me, but I was also determined to blow his mind with how erotic I could be. I went to my bedroom and laid out all the items we had bought on my bed. It looked very impressive!

When I returned to the lounge, the stranger was sitting in my leather recliner, and was sipping on his drink. He stopped sipping, and coolly, calmly put his glass down on the small coffee table, before crossing his legs and clasping his hands together, as his eyes took in the view before him.

Standing facing him, I was wearing my classic black stiletto heels. They have delicately elegant ankle straps, and heels that are a very wearable five inches. On my body I the leather bondage teddy he had bought me. It was totally hot and allowed my nipples to be seen, as they were encased in two leather strap cups. In my hand I held a small makeup bag into which I had placed all the toys James had bought for me. 

In the middle of the lounge room, was my solid timber coffee table. Many times my girlfriends and I have danced on that table, and so after I switched on the stereo, I stepped up onto the coffee table and began to sway and dance to the beat of the music as James uncrossed his legs and made himself comfortable.

Slowly I wiggled and danced teasing James. I pinched my nipples and pulled them, licking my lips and never taking my eyes off James. I adore teasing men, and I know that looking you guys directly in the eyes as I am being sexual makes your cocks nice and hard.

I played with them some more as the music pumped from the speakers, and then took the new tickler from my makeup bag. It was a lovely aqua color, and as I took hold of it I placed the tip of it in my mouth and sexily sucked and licked the small clit tickler section.

"OOoh, you nasty girl, Dee" said James as he unzipped his trousers and exposed his penis to me for the first time. I was pleasantly surprised, for this sexy older man had quite a nice sized cock hidden under there.

I spread my long legs apart, and felt the leather straps of my bondage teddy grip the inside of my thighs as me heels clicked on the timber of the table. I switched the tickler on and felt the electric shock like erotic sensation of the vibrator as it first stuck my clit. I was doing it. Yes, I was masturbating in front of a stranger. Not only that, but I was wearing a leather bondage teddy that he had bought me an hour earlier, as he was slowly pumping his cock, looking at me, and watching me pleasure myself in my very own home as my husband was at work.

"Fuck, did I feel sexy or what??". 

My mind momentarily went to my husband, Steve. I decided to treat him to a surprise, and so went to the stereo cabinet, and flicked on the close circuit video camera Steve has installed in our lounge room a year earlier. We enjoyed sex, and had decided to film ourselves and our occasional sexual partners by watching videos of our sex performances. I was dying to see his reaction to what I was about to so in front of James.

I reached down and flicked the control switch to full power, and the clit tickler went wild flicking my hungry engorged love button. I moaned and slowly squatted down in my heels, allowing the tickler much better access to the bulging clit that was driving me towards a climax. In front of me James' cock was now quite hard. It was about eight inches long I thought, and I licked my lips as I watched him stroke it and point it towards me. I was there. Bam, the orgasm hit me like a thunderbolt and my body convulsed into the first orgasm for the day. The pent up frustration and sexual suspension was released in front of this strange man as he wanked off in front of me. On the coffee table I thrashed and my head whipped back and forward, my hair flopping in front of my face as I moaned loudly and came heavily.

Slowly I subsided from pleasure, and sat myself down on the edge of the coffee table, my now very wet and visibly swollen pussy lips and clitoris in clear view to James as he sat their playing with his cock.

"MMmmmmmm, my dear. That was QUITE lovely. Your body shakes ever so sexily when you cum. And your nipples are totally engorged. Are they sensitive?"

I answered the only way I knew how as I came down from my cum. I pinched them both hard and threw my head back, moaning loudly and lewdly at the same time. The sensation ran all the way from my nipples down into my cunt. 

"God, was this fucking horny or what?" I thought, reaching into my makeup bag and selecting my next pleasure implement.

It was a good thing that my first orgasm had been such a powerful one, because the second toy I plucked out of the bag was the huge black vibrating jelly dong. I was immense, and I was dying to fuck myself with it right now in front of this strange man.

Without a word, I took the cock head of the black dong and sucked like a real cock as I sat on the coffee table. My legs were spread apart, and after liberally wetting the dong with my mouth and saliva, I positioned it at my pussy entrance. It was so big, that as I positioned the big black jelly head, I had to gently ease my pink, puffy lips around the rim of the jelly cockhead. I pushed again, and about an inch popped inside me. I withdrew it again, coating some of the cock shaft with my own cunt juices, before pushing the head once more inside my hungry puss, and managing to get about three inches inside me this time. Pumping again I was able to get what I guessed was six inches or so inside my pussy, stretching it and feeling how full my cunt was.

"Push it all inside now, Dee. Fuck yourself. Stick it in and show me how much you like fucking yourself honey" said James, his hand now really starting to work on his shaft as he wanked, watching me fuck myself.

I spread my legs a little further, my heels dangling over the edge of the table. I pulled the black length out of me, and it glistened in the light, as I grimaced and then buried it to the hilt inside my hungry pussy. I threw my head back once more as I fucked myself deeply. It felt awesomely good. The fact James was watching me and wanking made it even sexier. I felt incredible, and kept fucking myself now, quite hard.

Up and down my cunt bounced, the jelly dong stretching and fucking me savagely, as I worked the monster in and out of my hungry pussy. I was addicted to this scene, the view of James wanking hard making my pussy wetter and wetter as I fucked onwards towards my second climax of the afternoon in front o the strange man in my house.

In and out, up and down I bounced, the sopping juices of my pussy all over the thick black shaft fucking me. I closed my eyes now and imagined a huge black man was fucking the life out of me in front of my husband. In reality however, I was fucking the shit out of my own pussy as a complete stranger watched me as he wanked his cock.

My eyes opened and suddenly a second orgasm was ripped from my body. The sight of James watching me and stroking his cock did it for me. I collapsed onto the monster that was invading my pussy and felt my inside walls totally stretched as I fucked myself and came again. I shook and shivered through a second orgasm that was very different to the first one, as I had a slow heat rising through my swollen cunt until I finished shuddering and fell backwards, the large black dong "popping" from my pussy as I lay back and collapsed onto the table surface. Two toys down and I knew there were several more to come!!!

"Good lord Dee, you were sensational. I almost came watching that one honey!!" said James. "Would you mind if I helped myself have my own orgasm the next time you climax?"

"Of course not James. I can't wait to see your cock spurt it's lovely cum gift all over the place as you watch me play with myself. How about I give you a real treat and try to inspire you now?" I asked, knowing that the next toy I would take out of the bag was the anal love beads!

"Oooh, that would be adorable honey. Please continue!!".

With that, I took the string of love beads from the bag, and covered my hand with some lubricant, wanting to ease those slippery little suckers inside my tight arsehole. I turned away from James, and watched as his hand started to work faster on the shaft of his cock. I eased myself down onto my elbows, which made the small opening of my butt open slightly. I reached back and fingered the hole. My pointer eased inside my anus, and the feeling was both sharp, and electric. I felt the tight muscle of my arsehole relax slightly, and so I eased it back and then slipped a second finger into my tight hole, making the bottom relax further and allow a nice, slow pumping action begin. It felt lovely, and I knew I was ready.

"Ooh James, what shall I do now baby?" I asked teasingly.

"Fuck your own ass Dee. Go on, stick those little beads deep up your arse and let me watch. I want to come over there and stick my hard cock deep inside you.......do you want that sugar?"

"No way James you naughty man. I'm a married woman! I don't do that sort of thing."




Dead Battery



Last week I was getting ready to go shopping; when I turned the key in the ignition all I got was click, click, click. The engine refused to turn over. I took a few moments to think, and then I called the towing company. I hated doing so, because I knew it would cost me a ton of money. But I had exhausted all of my options.

My sister was out running around, her husband wasn't at home and my boyfriend was out of town. I was pissed! The sun was blistering and my skin was exposed to it. I hadn't planned on waiting around for a half-hour for service.

I had on a bra-like halter-top with a pair of skimpy little shorts that fell just below my crouch. After twenty minutes I could fell my skin heating up and wanted to get out of the heat. 

Finally I heard the truck coming up the road and wanted to kill the guy for taking so long. But when he stepped out of the cab of the truck, I thought, 'maybe I can get something off from this guy." I smiled my sexiest smile and made sure my cleavage was still showing.

"Hello, ma'am, did you call for a truck?" he smiled as his hazel eyes explored my sweat soaked cleavage. "I'm sorry it took me so long, but I was all the way across town."

"What seems to be the problem, ma'am?"

I smiled. "No problem, I just need to get my car started so I can get some groceries. Can you help me?"

"I'm sure I can, ma'am!" his smile was bright.

"I think the battery's dead. I tried several times and I'm not even getting a click."

"Oh, I'm sure I can fix that ma'am, but it will probably take a while. At least an hour."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Dylan, ma'am."

"Whatever," I said frustrated and hot. I wanted to take a shower; I could smell the perspiration forming on my body from the heat.

He was a very nice looking man. Clean, nice black hair, great smile, and he never took his hazel eyes off me.

We chitchatted for a while once he got the charger onto my battery. He told me that he just did this on the side on weekends. He had his own business during the week; he had a little shop that recycled cell phones for reuse. 

As we waited for my car battery to charge, my own batteries were warming up too. He had a great smile and those eyes along with his dirty-blonde hair that fell just above his ears was making me want him more every minute we talked.

The sun was teeming down and burning my exposed shoulders and in the crease between my breasts, droplets of sweat were trickling down.

"It's a bit warm out here; I'm getting a burn! Why don't we step inside and get something cool to drink until the battery is charged?" I suggested.

He blushed and then smiled, "That sounds good, ma'am, thanks, I could use something to cool me down."

I led him into the house aware of his eyes following the sway of my hips as I led the way.

The cool of the air conditioner chilled my damp body and made me shiver. 

I went to the refrigerator and poured him a glass of tea and offered him a sandwich, which he declined.

We sat on the sofa and talked. I was nervous but I really needed some of what I knew he could provide for me. I hadn't had a dick in three weeks; my boy friend was out of town and my pussy was hot for some real action. My fingers just weren't doing the trick.

I scooted closer to him and wiped a droplet of perspiration from his brow, leaning close enough for him to see the moisture formed on my breast.

He reacted just as I had hoped. His face fell forward and his tongue licked at the salty liquid between my tits. A tingle stirred in my pussy. I spread my legs just enough for him to slip his hand into my wetness.

Once he felt the moisture there he lingered and by some sense of direction, he found my G-spot. My legs trembled and I lay back on the sofa and spread them wide so that he could pleasure me both orally and hopefully with the mound of cock I saw pushing against his zipper.

He knelt between my legs and lapped at my wetness as I pressed his face deeper and deeper into my cunt. 

I moaned with pleasure and this drove his tongue deeper and deeper into my hungry pussy.

"Please fuck me, I need it so much!" I whispered as his tongue slid over my throbbing clit.

He rolled off of the sofa and picked me up. "Where's the bedroom?"

I pointed and he carried me in and laid me on the bed. He tore off his wet shirt and striped off his tight jeans and white underwear with a wet spot from his precum.

Dylan spread my legs wide and crawled slowly to my waiting cunt. When his tongue grazed my clit my legs pulled up and wrapped around his waist as his hand led his dong to my throbbing cunt.

I was so wet that he had no problem slipping his large heart shaped head into the river of passion waiting for his seed.

His thrusts were deep and powerful and my tits shook with each ram of his body into mine. 

He suckled my hard breasts as his cock found my G-spot and drove me wild with passions I hadn't experienced in a month. 

Dylan's seed overflowed the banks of my cunt and the warmth trickled down my butt crack and gave me a chill.

As he fell off of me, I rolled onto him; I took his throbbing cock into my mouth and suckled it until it had no seed left. His essence dribbled down my chin and onto my hard breasts. I rubbed his silky cum all over them.

I pushed him face up onto the bed and lay on top of him I took my tits into my hands and fed him his cum back. He lapped at my full mammary like a hungry would its mother's for milk. 

As he did so, I used his fluids and masturbated deep into my cunt until my body shook with a warm chill running down my legs.

I rolled off the bed and took his hand leading him into the shower. I turned on the hot water and a small amount of cold water and knelt before him. I pulled his ample cock into my mouth, caressed his heavy sacks as the warm water rained down on our bodies.

When I felt more of his hot cum heading for his head, I pointed it to my breast and let him explode all over them. I ran my fingers in the seed and played in my pussy with it. 

"Come suck my pussy, lick my clit! I need you so much!" I cried.

Dylan pulled my legs up on his torso while stroking his cock hard again. Then he turned me toward the ceramic tiles and forced his hard cock into my tight butt. I could feel him deep inside me. 

As he pushed it in as deep as he could then slowly slipped it out and in again, I played with my clit and felt fire run through me taking solace in the coolness of the tiles.

His seed seemed never ending. Time and time again he was able to produce more and more. 

The hot water ended and a chill ran through my body. Dylan lifted me off the cold tiles and wrapped me in a large dry towel. He carried me to the bed and lay me with my legs laying off the side.

He knelt on the floor and buried his face in my cunt once again. My back arched with each orgasm he provided.

Then suddenly, he stopped, looked at his watch and stood up.

Thank you, ma'am for a wonderful afternoon. I think maybe your car will start now. 

He handed me my dress, kissed my cleavage and headed for the door.

I followed him and he stared my car. I decided not to go to the grocery.

"Please come back again Dylan, I would love to see you."

"Just give me a call," he smiled and waved as he drove off.

^fantasex13