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Fair Trade

By: Krenna Smart



Once upon a time two brothers were walking in the desert outside the village near where they were born. The older brother Kalik was a strong young man of 14. He was proud to be the head of his family now that his older brothers were off fighting in the war. His little brother, Mustafa, was a spindly 8 years old. His mind was as bright as the desert sun. He could figure things out in a wink which Kalik would never understand in a lifetime.

It was a fine, hot morning. The boys were out looking for food or anything else of value which might have been left behind by the soldiers – any soldiers. Neither Kalik nor Mustafa had ever been to school and they didn't concern themselves with the reasons behind the war which had torn their country apart. But they both knew about weapons. They knew how to shoot and their rifles were among their most prized possession.

But this day they had left their weapons behind. They had enough to carry between them as is was – food, water, and other items they might need to help make their venture into the dessert a success.

They'd given up foraging in the direction of the city weeks ago. They had had success in the direction they were headed today, but had never ventured as far from their village before. Providing for their extended family was becoming more and more difficult as the war far off to the west of the village dragged on.

But Kalik was sure they would be successful today. As they traveled the sun, which had been in their eyes all morning reached its pinnacle and began to slip ever westward like a huge glob of molten gold. Kalik was just about to suggest to Mustafa that they give up and head towards home when he saw what he thought at first was a mirage on the horizon ahead. 

"Look, Mustafa," Kalik said in triumph. I told you we'd find something today.

As they walked the mirage took began to take shape and revealed itself to be a deserted government compound. It was protected by barbed wire and sported brightly colored signs written in a language unfamiliar to the boys. Kalik was certain the compound would contain untold riches.

Mustafa was less enthusiastic than his older brother. "Maybe we should go back and find someone who knows what the signs mean to come and look things over," he cautioned.

"And loose our chance to get the best price on whatever is inside? Forget it," Kalik said stubbornly. Mustafa reluctantly agreed his brother was right.

So they cut through the barbed wire and ventured into the compound to explore. When the got inside they saw they weren't the first to discover this little outpost. Kalik was bitterly disappointed. It had already been picked over by looters. But they continued their exploration.

Deep inside the bowels of the compound they discovered what Kalik was sure was pay dirt – a large room full up carefully protected containers. The containers were constructed of a dull, grey metal and proved to be very heavy. The room and the containers had signs similar to those on the outside of the building. Kalik was sure they contained something of value to someone. Mustafa was quite as sure. He wanted nothing to do with the containers. "Think, Kalik," he cautioned his older brother. We have no way of knowing they contain anything but trouble and misery. Why else would they have been so carefully protected?"

"Because they're valuable," Kalik said stubbornly, not willing to let his little brother know he hadn't even considered the contents might be dangerous. "Come on little brother. We've come all this way. Do you want to go home empty handed. Why else did we lug our supplies and equipment all this way? We have what we need to drag one of the containers home. 

The boys argued back and forth for a while. "It might bring us great wealth and influence," Kalik reasoned. "It will bring nothing but danger and misery," Mustafa responded.

"You know nothing, little brother, of hunger and sickness. You've always been a protected little weakling."

That stung. Mustafa was very sensitive about his slight stature and tendency towards illness. His older brothers used to tease him and call him a woman. Kalik had always been his only champion. Finally Mustafa gave in and they set about constructing a sled for the container. It took several hours to secure the heavy container on the sled. It was almost dark when they were finished. 

They boys decided to travel home by night. It would be cool so they wouldn't sweat so much and waste precious water. They ate a short meal and began the long march home.

The trip was uneventful and they made good time despite their heavy burden. They were home before dusk the next day.

The weary travelers were greeted with great joy although they hadn't brought back anything fungible to add to the family's dwindling good supply.

Kalik and Mustafa conferred with their oldest brother's first wife about what to do with the container they'd worked so hard to get home.

We should take the matter to the village counsel. They will have some idea of its value. Besides, we must share our good fortune with the community in this time of hardship. The family agreed and Kalik brought the container to the village council the next morning.

No one was quite sure what to do with the boys' find. They concluded the container, and the ones left behind in the compound must be of value to someone to have been so carefully protected. After much consultation they to send Kalik and an older member of the council, Amid, to the city to look for a buyer. 

Kalik and Ahmed made the trip north to the city, leaving the barrel behind in Mustafa's safekeeping. The conditions in the city had deteriorated a lot from the war since Kalik's had seen it last. Kalik and Amid looked sadly at each other they saw the devastation the war had brought to their beautiful city.

There wasn't much for sale in the market. Nor did there appear to be anyone who might be interested in container until they ran into some American soldiers. The soldiers were wary and hostile towards Kalik and Amid at first. But they were unarmed and garbed in civilian clothing. It took a while to find someone who could understand the native tongue. Finally an officer stepped forward. Kalik told a carefully constructed version of his story to the officer who was uninterested and dismissive until Kalik began describing the writing and signs on the container.

"Wait here," the officer said, and went into a nearby building.

It was nearly dark when the officer came back with another man who, although wearing civilian clothing carried himself with an air of importance. The man asked a few harsh questions without making a proper greeting or showing of respect. Kalik and Amid were about to walk away in disgust but the officer stepped in.

"He means no disrespect" the officer explained smoothly. "He just doesn't understand your ways. We might be interested in seeing this container. Where is it? We can take you there."

Kalik hesitated. He didn't like the way this was going. The last thing he wanted was to bring soldiers into the village. The officer sensed his hesitation.

"Well," the officer said. "Maybe what you say is just a ruse – a way to lead us into a trap. How can we trust you?"

Amid broke in angrily. "Trust has to go both ways. You're the ones with weapons. How can we trust you?"

Both sides knew where they stood no the issue of trust had been laid on the table. "And you haven't even said you are interested in buying the container," Amid continued.

"If it exists," the officer countered.

"It exists."

"We have to see it first to determine what it is before we can make an offer."

That was fair, Kalik thought. Amid and Kalik drew back and talked for a few minutes. They thought it would be best if they brought the container to a mutually agreeable location the next day. "It would have to just the two of you," Ahmid informed the soldiers. "And no weapons.

The civilian shook his head. "We can't do it that way. My superiors would never approve it."

Amid spat in onto the ground disgustedly. "You've wasted our time. Obviously you have no bargaining authority. Let's go Kalik." Kalik and Ahmed walked off, back through the city towards the desert. Kalik was upset. "Why did you break off negotiations?" he shouted angrily. They were ready to buy. What are you doing?"

"Be still," Ahmid shot back. "Look behind us. They're interested enough to follow us. They wanted to get the jump on us. I didn't want them to have a chance to bring anyone else to the bargaining table. It's dangerous enough as it is. Don't you see? We'll lead them around the desert for a while and then lose them in the dark. We know the desert. They don't. I have a plan." He told Kalik to go home and bring the container to a designated spot a dusk the next day. "And bring your rifle." Ahmid would bring the soldiers after Kalik and the container were safely out of the village.

Sure enough, the soldiers were trailing the boys, trying to be unobtrusive. Kalik was impressed by Ahmed's craftiness.

The plan went smooth as silk. At dusk the next day the soldiers found themselves in a very different bargaining position. But the container was exactly what they were there for. They weren't dissatisfied. All that remained was to arrive at a price.

The price finally arrived upon was better then Kalik and Amid expected, and less than the soldiers had dreamed possible.

"Ten US dollars, Kalik whispered in awe as they walked homeward. "And more to come if we're careful." 

Ahmed and Kalik returned to the compound where they found the containers two days later. They were bitterly disappointed to discover that other looters had made off with the remainder of the containers. But they had their money and the village would be able to survive for a little while longer.

A few days later Kalik, Mustafa and Ahmed fell ill with a mysterious disease. They had a rash and a fever and were horribly sick. Their hair began to fall out and their joints ached. Other villagers suffered similar, but less server symptoms. Mustafa shook his head sadly. He knew the container had brought about the illness. He thought they had made a bad bargain indeed as he turned his head towards Mecca and died.

Nobody blamed Kalik and Mustafa for bringing the container to the village. Each thought they would have done the same thing if they had been in the boys shoes. After all, no one could be sure the container was responsible for the mysterious illness. Besides, a bargain was a bargain and it the proceeds had provided the village with a months worth of food and supplies.

Months later, after they recovered, Kalik made another trip to the city. On their way they heard many stories similar to their own. Some stories were worse. Some told how they had dumped the contents of the containers into the river. Days later every living thing in the river was dead. Most of the people in those villages were already dead. The people of the villages where the containers ended up were plagued with illness for a long time to come as were the American soldiers and everyone else who had come into contact with them. Fair trade indeed.

KMC 6-22-03 

Fair Trade



I sucked Yuri's long, dark cock into my eager mouth, and tickled the bottom of his glans with my tongue. The catch in his breath told me I'd done it just right...and my own breath caught as I felt cautious, slim fingers explore the outline of my cunt lips, dipping inside to feel the hot, wet stickiness of my interior before moving down to massage my clitoris. I jumped, and Yuri moaned contentedly. Given his Mom's training, I knew he wasn't going to come anytime soon, so I slurped eagerly on his seven inches as I heard Mark start to pant behind me. He'd already come all over Marina once and filled my mouth with his spunk soon after, so I hoped that despite his inexperience, he'd at least be able to hold back until he managed to pump my pussy a few times.

I was looking forward to that...so much that I could feel my juices dribbling down my legs. I couldn't help it -- I wanted that thick teen cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, despite the fact that just a few hours before Mark hadn't seemed sexy to me at all. Now his smooth-skinned swimmer's body was probably the sexist thing I'd ever seen or felt in my life.

Mark groaned as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock across my drooling hole, and I matched him, humming around Yuri's cock in a way that had him groaning, too. I pulled off long enough to gasp, "Put it in, baby, please! Fuck me hard!" Then I went back to bathing Yuri's dick with my spit.

Mark, such a lovely boy, just couldn't hold back; he slammed his eight inches into me all at once, and literally screamed as my cunt spasmed around it, driving us both over the edge of orgasm. Yuri's cock fell out of my mouth as my own orgasm exploded through me, little sparkles igniting the nerve endings in every erogenous zone of my body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. Poor Yuri; as I passed out, I saw Marina taking over, doing her damnedest to bring her son to orgasm with her mouth. 

I just couldn't believe my luck: here I was, enjoying the best sex of my life with two of the hottest young studs in America, and one of them was my own son.

Funny how these things happen.

*****

When us nudists tell you that we prefer to go without clothing because it's freeing and natural, you can take that to the bank. That's why we congregate at nudist camps and resorts, so we can be with others who won't go ape-shit if a woman wants to go topless...or bottomless, for that matter.

But anyone who tells you that there's not all kinds of sex going on at any nudist camp, especially the adults-only kind, is just plain lying. We nudists like seeing other people nude and checking out what they're equipped with...and getting it on with the ones who turn us on. After all, sex is natural, too.

I'd raised my son Mark as a nudist since my husband skipped out when he was three. For his eighteenth birthday, which fell in July, we went an adults-only nudist camp in the Poconos, his first. I figured he might enjoy finding a few girls his age among the cuties attending, and I wasn't adverse to a little slap-and-tickle from the random man myself.

The second afternoon, I was absolutely amazed to run into an old acquaintance from college, Marina. She was there with her handsome son Yuri, who had the most amazing six-pack abs, and jet black hair that fell in ringlets to his shoulders. He didn't say much as Marina and I caught up in the lounge by the pool; he just sat there and looked at me with smoldering eyes, in a way that made my pussy tingle pleasantly. I have to admit, I'm pretty well preserved for my age, which is somewhat north of 40. So is Marina. Plus, she was pleasantly brown from the sun, and her body was completely hairless, right down to her glistening mons (not that I was looking). Her tits didn't sag at all, and they were capped by nut brown aureoles that, apparently, Mark just couldn't keep his eyes off of. 

I have to say that I was proud of my young son: in the best nudist tradition, he'd conquered his erection reflex, and just lay back in his chaise longue looking at the attractive older woman through slitted eyes. She kept glancing back at him, too, and if his penis twitched occasionally, I couldn't blame him. He seemed especially interested when Yuri stood up and, grinning, rubbed some suntan lotion into his mother's muscular back as her ample breasts wobbled from the motion. What a lovely boy Yuri was!

It's no mother's bias to say that Mark is himself a very great-looking kid. He's got that all-American boy look, with a swath of tousled red-brown hair on his head, but only a few wisps elsewhere. His smooth body contributes to his excellent ability as a competitive swimmer, and the exercise itself has chiseled his musculature into the kid of sharp relief you generally see only in statues like Michelangelo's David. He wasn't as dark of skin and Marina and Yuri or even me, but some of that was genetics; he did have a light over-all tan, with no swimsuit lines since he likes to sun worship in the nude. Right now he was perspiring a bit, and I suppose the overall package was rather fetching; certainly, the girls who kept glancing at him all thought so. But he wasn't paying them a lick of attention.

There are two things about Mark that worry me sometimes. One is his size; he looks about thirteen, even though he's eighteen. Second is the fact that he can be completely oblivious to other people's signals sometimes. 

After chatting with Marina for an hour, I looked at my son and said, "Marky, I'm getting a little thirsty. Could you get us all a soda over at the snack bar?" I dug into my purse and handed him some cash.

He somehow tore his eyes off Marina and looked at me for the first time in a while. His face looked a little flushed. "Okay, Mom, I can do that." As he stood up he said, "Hey, uh, Yuri? I think we need two people to carry all the sodas."

Marina nudged her son. "Go help Mark, Yuri. Get to know each other a little. I think we're going to see a lot of Cynthia and him this week." She lay back in her chair, grinning, as they walked off. As soon as they were out of earshot, she said, "You have such a gorgeous boy."

"Funny," I laughed, "I was just about to say the same about Yuri."

She sat up suddenly and leaned toward me, that smoldering look I'd noticed in her son's eyes now in hers. In a low voice she asked, "How big is he?"

Frowning, I said, "Mark? I guess he's about five-five. Look, I know he's a little short for his age..."

"No! How big is he, hard? What are his measurements?"

My eyes widened as I finally took in her meaning. "I, um, how would I know that?" I stammered.

"So you're not training him?" She lay back with a sigh. "What a waste. He's so beautiful..."

Now it was my turn to lean forward and use a low voice. "What do you mean, training him?"

She leaned forward until she was close enough to kiss me. "You know," she whispered, licking her lips lasciviously.

"I don't," I lied, and she knew it, because she could see my nipples crinkle up into hardness.

"Training him in how to pleasure a woman properly," she purred. "I've been training Yuri for...some time now."

My heart was thumping something awful. "You...! Your own son!"

"Who better? He learns what he needs to know, and we both enjoy every minute of it." 

She leaned back in her chaise longue as the boys returned with our sodas, chatting like old friends, and I shivered in the light breeze. Marina resumed our conversation like nothing had happened, and about fifteen minutes later (after another little nudge from his Mom), Yuri invited Mark to swim in the pool. After they took off, Marina moved to Mark's chair next to me so that we could talk more easily, and the first thing she said was, "You've never...?"

"No," I said sharply. "I never even thought about it."

"But you're not married? And Mark lives with you."

"So?"

"You're both healthy, consenting adults. Why not?"

Turned to look at her, directly in her sparking dark eyes. "It just never occurred to me." And I wasn't lying. It really hadn't.

"Wow." She lay back in her chaise, and swept her fingers across her labia. "I guess we're cut from different cloth. I couldn't stand the thought of having a horny boy in my house when I could do something about it." She looked at me coyly. "I'll bet you'll think a lot about sexing up your son now that I've mentioned it. I'll bet you're thinking about it now." She reached over and tweaked my right nipple.

"Yes!" I squeaked. "Okay, fine, I admit it." If not for my iron self-control, in fact, my pussy might be drooling at the thought of Mark's cock... which I'd seen many times, though not in its rampant state.

"I can help you," she said quietly, taking a sip of her Coke. "We could swap sons for a while. I could start...instructing Mark for you. After the week is over, you could take it from there."

"You're out of your mind!" I told her.

She grinned. "I'm not. Even if you've never considered the incest angle before, you liar, you brought your son to an adults-only resort for a reason. You wanted him to have sex with someone."

I flushed crimson. "Yes, I'll admit to that. I'm a little worried about him. I don't think he's gay, but he's never really had a girlfriend, which I find incredible because he's just so good looking. Everyone says so, not just me."

"Of course he's good looking. He's gorgeous." Marina put her Coke down on a nearby table and turned her full attention on me. Sounding amused, she said, "And you're an idiot. Or else you're completely oblivious to his signals."

I scowled. "What are you talking about?"

"I've known little Marky for just a few hours, and I've said maybe ten words to him, and I can already see he's hopelessly, entirely devoted to his mother. No other woman holds a candle to you in his eyes, dear. He probably jacks off thinking about you every single night." She shook her head. "Amazing."

"You're wrong," I said decisively, but I could feel myself getting wet.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll prove it to you." He raised her voice. "Yuri, honey? Mummy needs your special help with something. Could you and Mark come over here?

Yuri hopped out of the pool, grinning widely. "Yes, Mummy?" Behind him, Mark looked at me with a WTF? expression. I shrugged.

"Help me up." She held out a hand, and her strong, handsome boy hauled her to her feet. She pecked him on the lips. "Now, we need to go indoors. I need your help with a little...demonstration." She glanced down as her son's penis began to twitch and grow. "Down, Tiger. For the next few minutes, okay?"

He nodded, still grinning, and we followed Marina and Yuri to their room. "Mom, what's going on?" Mark murmured, his eyes glued to the taut matronly buttocks swaying ahead of him.

"Marina is trying to prove me wrong about something." I glanced at him, taking in his lithe, tight body. "I hope she's right." Then I said no more as we followed mother and son down the hall, into their dimly-lit room, and quietly closed the door. My nipples tightened up even further, and I didn't blame it on the air conditioning.

Mark gasped as he realized that Yuri and his mother had melted a tight embrace, and were kissing passionately...not like mother and son, but like old, familiar lovers. The boy's hands roved all over his Mom's back and ass, finally dipping into her ass crack to stroke her swollen cunt from behind. When they finally pulled apart, his cock was fully erect—and it was impressive. He said, "Man, I'm glad I don't have to keep that down anymore."

"You...you're..." Mark sputtered. 

"Yuri and I love each other very much," Marina said, smiling gently and reaching out to caress my son's cheek, "and as often as we can manage. I've been teaching Yuri how to pleasure a woman. Now, wouldn't you like to learn the same?" She took my son's growing boner in her hand.

"Yes!" he hissed, his entire body surging like he'd been zapped by electricity. Yuri laughed; I collapsed into a chair at the sight, both hands going to my sopping pussy. I thought it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. 

"Settle down, Marky," she said in a sultry voice, rubbing my son's penis gently. "Now, tell me the absolute truth. Are you in love with your mother?"

He looked at me, his eyes wide and honest. "Yes!" he said loudly. "Since forever."

Marina grinned. "Very good, young man. It's good to be honest." She began jacking his cock urgently. "One last question: do you want to be your mother's lover?" 

"YES!" This time he shouted it so loudly the neighbors must have heard. "Oh God yes," as he shot a thick jet of sperm three feet in the air. It splattered obscenely on Marina's hair and face. Still dribbling, he sagged back against the wall as I pinched my clit and shuddered in orgasm.

"That settles it." She wiped herself clean with a handy towel. "Now that that's out of the way," she said smugly, "we can move on." With a wide smile, she sank down on her knees and started giving her own son head. It wasn't long before he was pounding his long cock into her cunt from behind, pawing her tits and having the time of his life as she moaned and cried out with no worry as to what the neighbors might think. 

My son and I sat there stunned, watching Marina make love to—no, fuck—her young son with great passion and abandon. In a quiet voice, Mark admitted to me that Marina was correct: the reason he'd never had a real girlfriend was because, in his eyes, no one could measure up to dear old Mom...

Soon, I was stroking what appeared to be damned hard cock and kissing my son with all the passion I'd stored up from years without a steady lover. 

Soon after, once she had moaned and cried through what had to be her third orgasm in a row, Marina said breathlessly, "You may fire at will, son."

Yuri grinned and pulled out of the maternal pussy, then thrust his well-greased erection deep into her anus. After ass-fucking his Mom for a couple of minutes, the quiet boy yanked out his cock and shot a great pool of goo onto the small of Marina's back. He fell over onto the bed, and she just rested there for a minute on her hands and knees before looking over at us and saying, with great satisfaction, "And that's how it's done. If you can teach your son to hold back until you're ready, you can have the best sex of your life."

"She's right," Yuri said. "Mom's the best teacher ever." It was the most I'd heard him say so far.

Moving slowly, she got up off the bed, and Yuri followed, coming up behind her and cupping her generous tits in his big hands. Unlike my own son, he was significantly taller than his mother (Mark and I are close to the same height). He squeezed her breasts gently, and kissed her on the neck. "We're going to take a shower," she said, as they disappeared into the bathroom. I suspected that's not all they were going to do, because his Mom-pleaser was already at half-mast again. 

"Mom..." Mark whispered, as his hands reached out and found my tits. He began massaging my nipples urgently with his thumbs, sending tingles straight down to my crotch. I groaned and removed his hands; and before he could protest, I was on my knees before him, kissing that marbled stomach and licking his balls and the base of his cock. A moment later I abandoned all caution and engulfed his erect boyhood in my mouth. I couldn't take it all, but I tried; and I wasn't surprised at all when he cried out and shot a thick load of cum into my throat, so deep I didn't even get to taste it!

When Yuri and Marina emerged from the shower, I was lying back on her bed, having my snatch eaten clumsily by my sexy son. He'd already sent me through the roof once, and they just watched until I gurgled and clenched my legs around the boy's head. 

That's when Marina gently pulled us apart and took Mark over to the other side of the room, to talk quietly to him as her son offered me his cock. I gobbled it down, things just happened...and it wasn't long after that that Mark thrust into me and screamed. 

When I came to after taking Mark's precious cherry, I was alone with Yuri, my head on his lap. "Where are Mark and your Mom?" I asked. 

He stroked my hair and smiled gently. "She took him to your room. She said she was going to start training him for you, the way she trained me." I could feel his erection growing under my head, so I rolled over and gave it a lick. 

"He ought to like that," I said. "He thinks your Mom is hot as hell."

"I know, and he's right. But he thinks you're hotter."

"We'll see." I got up onto my hands and knees, and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "Show me some more of the things your nasty mummy taught you."

Yuri proved to be a most adept and talented lover who was willing to do anything to make a woman happy. If he could have, he would have sucked his own dick. (He wasn't limber enough...but I wondered if Mark was). He ate and sucked at me until I came a half-dozen times, and then pumped me in all of my major orifices and between my tits, coming only when I told him he could... which was several times, because I loved the taste of his semen.

I had a wonderful night with him, and I looked forward to several more...and yet, he wasn't my Mark. The whole time I was with him, I was thinking of my son and of the training he was undergoing.

I can't wait until he can fuck me every night, long and hard and unending, just like Yuri does.



Fair Trade



It must be morning, I was waking up.

Oh, God, everything hurts when I move.

What is that beeping? What the hell are these wires?

Why is my son sleeping in that chair? Where the fuck am I?

I let out a yelp as I tried to sit up. My left side was killing me. 

My son woke up. 

"Dad, thank God you're awake. I was so worried about you."

"Where am I? What happened to me?"

"You don't know what happened?"

"Last I remember I was on my way to the airport to catch a seven am flight to Pittsburgh. I had to find out why they were having so many problems at the plant there. I was stopped for a red light and when the light turned green I started through the intersection.... then I woke up here. Where am I?"

"Community Hospital, Dad, you never made it through the intersection. An SUV never stopped for the light and he hit you right on the driver's side door. Totaled the car and the fire department had to use the 'Jaws of life' to get you out. When I saw your car, I didn't know how you survived."

"Why are you here? Where's your mother?

"I don't know where Mom is. I have the night shift this week and I made two arrests so I had a lot of paper work to clean up and just by chance I saw your name on the accident report as I was putting my paper work into the system."

"She's not home? She was asleep when I left. What time is it, maybe she went shopping?"

"It's a little after five, you have been out of it all day. By the time they got you out and got you in here it was almost ten. They called the house around noon as soon as you were stabilized and only got the answer machine. I got here at eleven, and called but no one was home so I tried Mom's cell and got her voice mail. She never got back to me."

"Did you leave a message? 

"Just that she should call me. I didn't want to worry her and I didn't know how badly you were hurt."

That's when a doctor walked into the room, "Mr. Carlson," he said "I'm Dr. Kincaid. Welcome back to the conscious world. How are you feeling?"

"Like someone hit me on my left side with a baseball bat."

"It was bigger than that. I understand it was an Escalade. Crushed in the whole side of your car and drove the arm rest of your door into your kidney. Crushed it, we're going to have to take it out."

"Well that's the bad news Doc; you sure don't pull any of your punches. What's the good news?"

"There is no good news."

"What does that mean?"

"We did a cat scan when they brought you in to see how badly the kidney was damaged. When we saw how bad it was we checked the other one."

"So?"

"It's cancerous, fairly advanced, stage two. It has to go. Maybe that's the good news if we can find a replacement."

"He can have one of mine." my son piped up.

"Who are you? The doctor asked.

"I'm his son."

"Are you the cop who was in here last year with a bullet wound?"

"Yeah, I forgot to duck."

"Shit," the Doctor said, "What else can go wrong?"

"What does that mean?" my son asked.

"It means I checked the records, we have all your medical information. Blood type, DNA, everything. It means you are not a good match; you're close but not good enough. You are not his biological son. Are there any other children? Any siblings of yours or you father's?"

"No to both." was my answer.

"OK," said the Doc, "Let me check around and see if I can find anything available that could be a match." And he left.

Both my son and I looked at each other in shocked silence. Finally, Mark said, "You're my father; I don't care what he said." And he came over to the bed and he hugged me.

"And you're my son, no matter what the blood types say. But don't hug me so tight, you're killing my side."

He released me and went back to the chair where he sat silently and pensively. 

I lay back in my bed and thought back to twenty five years ago when I first met Emilie. She was a pretty girl. One of the prettiest, but still just one of the many in the secretarial pool in the company headquarters where I still worked. We dated sporadically, there was no spark between us but she was nice arm candy for me to be with. She made me look like a smooth operator. 

Then I got a promotion, a double raise in pay grade and six months later another jump to the highest hourly rate in the company. The next promotion was to be salaried; I was the fair haired boy in the company. 

That was when I got laid, that was when Emilie opened up her legs for me. We had gone to a drive in movie. They still had few around in those days, and Emile suggested that we sit in the backseat. I had never gotten much more than a good night peck on her lips or a squeeze on her tit before this, but tonight, I got the whole enchilada. I got laid..... Bareback!

I continued getting lucky on every date with her for the next few months until the day when she told me she was pregnant and asked, "What are you going to do about it?" 

I'm no dummy; I knew she had set her sights on me. I was making good money and my prospects were even better. She was pretty and I was getting all the pussy I wanted. I guess I thought I was in love. So I said, "Let's get married and make the baby legal."

Now it seems she must have been getting something on the side and the baby wasn't mine. Just as that thought hit me, my son's cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and said, "It's Mom."

I told him, "Don't tell her about me." I didn't want to talk to the bitch now. Maybe not ever, but I suddenly had my suspicions. "Tell her you want to come over to dinner."

He looked at me with raised eyebrows as he answered the phone with. "Hi Mom." I listened to his side of the conversation.

"No, nothings wrong. Just haven't seen you or Dad in a while and I thought I could come visit and have dinner with you two tonight."

"Oh, Dad's out of town."

"For two nights?"

"How about I take you out then?"

"You're busy? With friends? Both nights?"

"Next week? I don't know my schedule yet. 

Yeah, I'll call as soon as I do. Talk to you soon. Bye."

I told my son, "Hey, you have to get some sleep. Go on home; you know I am out of danger for the moment. Get me my cell phone out my clothes and then go home. I'll see you tomorrow." I had to do a little phone investigating in private. He left grudgingly. 

Interesting. She never told me about going out with any of OUR friends while I was away. I rarely called when I was out of town on these short trips except to let her know of any change in plans. I guess what happened to me today was a big time change.

I called the house, no answer. I called her cell. I got her voice mail so I left her a message. "Hi Babe, things here are screwed up worse than we thought. Looks like I will be stuck here for the rest of the week. I'm pooped so I'm turning in now and I'll call you at about nine tomorrow morning."

At eight thirty in the morning my cell phone rang, it was Emilie. "You're not coming home until Friday?" Was her greeting.

"Maybe even Saturday," was my reply.

"What are they, a bunch of incompetents out there?"

"It's beginning to look like that. I hate leaving you alone like this. Where were you last night when I called? I left you a message on the answer machine."

"I had an early dinner and I went to a movie. I had to turn my cell phone off when the movie started and forgot to turn it on again until this morning so I didn't see your call until now."

"I know you hate to eat dinner alone, why don't you call our son and let him take you out for dinner for a change?"

"As a matter of fact, I spoke to Bobby yesterday and he has the four to twelve all this week. I'll see if I can get him for next week when you will be home."

"OK, I'll call you later in the week and let you know when I'll be home. Love you. Bye."

"Bye, love you too."

Even more interesting, she called me on her cell phone before I called her at home on the land line. I wonder. I called home on the house phone number. I got the answer machine. Not quite nine in the morning and she wasn't home and the answer machine was working. That means she hasn't been home to listen to the messages left for her by our son or the hospital. Where the hell has she been for two nights?

The answers started to come in on Wednesday shortly after one o'clock when an irate Emilie came storming into the room. I could see how angry and upset she was.

"What is this?" she complained, "You're in the hospital and you don't tell me. You said you were in Pittsburgh when I spoke to you. Why did you lie to me? Why did I have to find out that you have been hurt from a message from the hospital on my answer machine?" 

"Em, they must have called you Monday, around noon time. Why did you just listen to the message today?"

"Oh." she said just realizing the implications of what I said.

"But that's not the most important question I have to ask. When were you going to tell me about Bobby?"

"What about Bobby? Is he hurt too? Is he here in the hospital too?"

"No, he's not in the hospital but I think he is hurting."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"He found out the other day that I'm not his father."

"What? Of course you are. You raised him, you love him."

"Yes I did raise him and I do love him but evidently I didn't help create him."

"Of course you did. You're the only man........., oh no, it can't be."

"What can't be, Emilie?"

She was completely off balance now, her words spilling out without thought. Her mind could not keep up with my questions and I pressed on determined to get to the truth of several matters. 

"That George.........." She sat down, visibly shaken, a stricken look on her face.

"That George is his biological father?" I asked, completing her sentence.

"It was only the one time then." she said. "I was sure Bobby was yours."

"It seems, 'sure' was not good enough was it? Was it George Manning?"

George Manning was the company lothario. He was handsome and suave and he cut a wide swath through the girls in the secretarial pool for many years. He could sell ice to Eskimos and his cock to almost any woman. The number of his conquests was legendary. He was now the company V. P. for Sales, divorced for the second time and still playing the field.

"Yes," she answered, "it was George. I was foolish and he seduced me and I realized as soon as it was over that all I was to him was another notch on his belt. I swear that was the only time then."

I watched her, watched her face. I could see how upset she was. She didn't realize what she was saying. What it meant.

"Then?" I queried.

"Then?" she repeated, not understanding my question.

"You said, 'It was only once THEN. You said 'then' that way twice, implying that there were other times when it wasn't only once."

"I didn't mean......... Oh God......." Her voice trailed off.

Suddenly it came to me out of the blue and I took a blind shot with my accusation, "Where were you for the last two days? You were fucking George again, at his place, weren't you? You didn't come home until this morning to listen to the answer machine."

"Lloyd, nooooooo." she moaned, not completing her sentence.

"I could have been dead for two days and you would have been merrily fucking George the whole time. How long has this been going on? I'll bet you spread your legs for him every time I went out of town . Get out of here! Get out; I can't stand the sight of you. GET OUT!

My blood pressure must have gone sky high. I heard the alarm go off at the nurse's station as well as in my room. The soft monotone beep that monitored my pulse became almost a continuous shriek. Two of the nurses came running in and when they realized that Emilie was the cause of my agitation they shooed her out as she protested. 

"No Lloyd, let me stay. Let me explain......."

"Get her out," I shouted to the nurses, "and keep her out. I didn't want to see her in here again."

And I didn't see her again but I did see George. He came to see me two days later.

"What the fuck do want?" was my greeting. "Haven't you made my life miserable enough? Did you come here to rub it in?"

"No, I came here to save my job. I don't want you filing a complaint with the company about what happened with Emilie and me. I'm broke and I have a lot of debts and I'm behind with the alimony I have to pay from my last divorce. I won't be able to get another job that pays as well if I get fired because I had an affair with another executive's wife."

"Well isn't that too fucking bad? Should I feel sorry for you? How long have you been fucking my wife?"

"Once," he said, "a long time ago before you were married and then it started again about four or five years ago. We reconnected again at a company picnic and she would only come to me when you were out of town. Come on Lloyd, I stand to lose everything I worked for all my life. I'm sorry and I apologize for what I did and I want to make it up to you. Just tell me what I have to do."

I was half joking when I asked, "How about you give me a kidney?"

"What?" 

I explained my predicament and ended with, "Let them test you to see if you're a match. If you are lucky, I get your kidney and I won't make you a pauper. You get to keep your job and I get to live. Hell, I'll even throw in Emilie. She'll come to you this time with a few bucks from our divorce but I'll draw the line at alimony. I'll be damned if I'll pay for you to fuck her any more."

I wasn't really serious when I made the proposal, I was just trying to put the screws to him for screwing Emilie and I never really expected that he would accept it. It was a one in a million chance, or maybe one in a billion, that he would be a match but he agreed to be tested and guess what?

The poor bastard was a good match for me, much better than Bobby, and that's what we did. I got his kidney and he got Emilie. She got a one time settlement from our divorce and she moved in with him. They never got married and they didn't last more than a year together before she moved out because he never changed his philandering ways. I'm not sure she changed either.

Bobby kept in touch with her because she was still his mother but he never forgave her for what she did to me and he never accepted George as his father. I never knew what became of her after she moved out on George because Bobby was not allowed to speak to me about her........ Ever. 

Her infidelity got me a new lease on life so I guess I can't hate her too much and that makes it easy for me to forget she even existed.



Fair Trade



I sit on the edge of the bed and I wait. I wait for his e-mail, for his words. I wait for this month's installment. I wait for the slow, lingering, all-consuming orgasm I will finally give myself, as his imagination penetrates me. I sit there, and I wait.

It's almost midnight. He's late, and I am impatient.

Probably putting a final shine on the narrative, I think. Like me he's a perfectionist. Add a word here, remove one there. The right word in the right context. Pussy? Cunt? Vagina? Sex? Such choices are important. They make all the difference.

But I'd settle for a penis where a cock might have pleased me more to have the story in front of me, now. Instead I must wait.

I open my legs and sigh as the breeze coming in through the open window moves between them. I'm naked under the skirt, of course. The air's soft fingers run with teasing slowness along the insides of my thighs, tracing invisible lines of electric sensation all the way to my smooth-shaven... well, whatever you want to call it, it is tingling and dripping wet, pulsing with an anticipation built over many long, frustrated days. It needs attention. It needs to be teased, tasted, caressed and filled.

I have many toys to hand, and my fingers... well, they're here too. I'm prepared, I'm ready. But I like to save myself, to wait... and he is late.

I haven't masturbated in over a week. Every day, all day, I've longed for tonight. Every day I've thought about it, imagined it. Each evening I have come home with my knickers soaked from these daydreams, but I refrain from touching myself. It's difficult but, somehow, I manage.

At night it's even worse. I long to touch myself as I picture him next to me in bed. He takes me in his arms and pulls me close. I close my eyes as we kiss, and my entire body throbs. A hand – his hand – moves between my legs. I withdraw and lie on my back, opening my legs and exposing myself to him. He moves into position, and as his muscular body presses down onto mine I gasp, feeling him enter me, feeling my body open itself to take him inside. I picture all of this and I ache for release, but I hold back.

Though perhaps 'picture' is the wrong word, as I have no idea what he looks like. For all I know 'he' is actually a 'she'. That might turn me on even more.

My phone beeps – finally! – and vibrates itself along the table at the foot of the bed with three long buzzes. I grab it quickly and hold it between my legs, smearing it with my wetness. He always sends two e-mails, just so I can do this. Sometimes he teases me by waiting a few minutes but this time – aware, perhaps, that he is late and I am impatient – his mail arrives only seconds later.

I cry aloud as the phone vibrates against my pussy: once... twice... three times... oh my fucking god! I have needed this! My clitoris – denied stimulation for so long – makes up for lost time by soaking my entire body with ecstatic pleasure at each buzz of the little device. I whimper a little when it stops.

I put my phone back on the table, and press 'record' on the little video camera that sits beside it, facing me. I lean back into a nest of cushions, open my legs to the blinking red light of the camera, and open the first e-mail on the tablet lying among the half-dozen dildos, beads and butt-plugs strewn across the bed beside me.

That's the deal, you see. He writes me a story, and I send him a video of myself wanking over it.

His first e-mail just says: "Get ready."

I'm ready, oh so very ready.

I open the second e-mail, and slide one long, slender finger into my cunt as I start to read...

...and the camera watches. 



Fair Trade



'Damn this quitting smoking thing sucks,' Davis thought, 'I can't wait for my reward though. My real smoke is waiting at the park-and-ride, if we ever get there.'

Venting his impatience with an imagined outburst at the bus driver really did help a little, even though he knew the driver couldn't do anything about the gridlocked traffic.

He had taken one cigarette to work that day, and all morning he had been looking forward to enjoying it right after lunch. Now he was anticipating his after-work puff as a reward for doing so good the rest of the day. The e-cigarette and nicotine gum helped a lot, and it was enough to get him down to less than five real smokes a day. The only side effect of the nicotine substitute was some minor anger issues, and luckily all the yelling he did was in his head.

"Come on, come on," he mumbled, tapping his foot impatiently, "five more minutes dude. You got this."

Those five minutes felt like fifty, but they finally pulled into the bus depot at the community college. He was the first one off of the bus, almost jogging to his car in his hurry to inhale real smoke. Practically jumping down into the front seat of his lowered performance import, he picked up the nearly empty pack before the car had stopped rocking from his grand entrance. Using his breathing trick, he forced himself to calm down before taking a coffin nail from the package.

Lighting up, he inhaled deeply, resting his head back on the seat in relaxation. The taste was magical, and as he exhaled through the open door, he got a slight buzz from the long-denied drag.

"Oh crap this stuff stinks," he mumbled to himself before starting the car. Rolling down the window and turning the fan on high speed, he held the burning stick out the window between short puffs, leaning his face outside for every drag. Davis knew that looking stupid, plus making it more difficult to do would help him want it less.

Once the newness of the smoke wore off, Davis took a moment to look around. The crowd of commuters had cleared out, taking about one third of the cars from the lot. About fifty yards directly in front of him, exposed by the recently departed cars, was a group of six people sitting at a park bench. The part that got his attention was that one of them was walking towards him. Right away Davis assumed it was a girl, the flowing knee-length skirt and long brunette hair was a good indicator.

"Well I hope it's a girl, but you never know with college kids these days. I wonder what she wants."

By the time the person about ten yards, Davis had no doubt it was a girl, and a beautiful one at that. Trying not to stare and creep her out, he was making a point of looking away to mess with the stereo, finally looking back at her when she called for him from near the bumper.

"Hey mister, got a spare smoke I can have?"

Shaking his head slowly, Davis sighed before answering. "Seriously? Aren't you a bit young for this? You shouldn't smoke in high school."

"Very funny," the girl replied, crossing her arms in annoyance, "I'm in college, if you must know. And I'm nineteen, so yes I am old enough, I don't have enough spare cash to get a pack. Everyone knows college kids are always broke."

"I'm trying to quit this crap, and so should you. Do yourself a favor and quit while you can, please. But seriously, I've only got three smokes left here, and they need to last me until tomorrow."

"Well that's perfect," she smiled, "I can help you quit faster if you give me one or two. It's not just for me, my friends over there wanted me to ask for a few for us to all share."

"It's a good thing it was you that came over. If it was one of the guys I wouldn't have said more than 'no go away'. Being a beautiful woman gets you an extra minute or two to plead your case before I send you away."

"So is that a yes then? For all three?"

"Nice try. How about maybe one? These things are my handle on sanity right now, which means they are a lot more valuable than usual. Why should I simply give you one? You can't buy it with a smile, even as pretty as yours is."

"Buy? What do you mean?"

"You're asking me to do a huge favor for you, but I get nothing in return? How is that fair? I had to earn money to buy them, why shouldn't you have to pay for it too?"

Still standing with her arms crossed, she cocked her head and smiled with one corner of her mouth.

"Pay for it? You know I'm broke, so cash is out. I'm not painting your house or washing your car, so that doesn't leave much. What else is there?"

"Oh I don't know," Davis smiled back, "use your imagination. I really didn't have an idea, I wanted to see what you would do for a smoke."

"How about this? If you roll down the other window where you can't reach me, I will lean through the door and show you my boobs. You can pay one smoke for every five seconds. How does that sound?"

"Oh hell yeah, that sounds awesome. Totally worth it."

As Davis rolled the window down, the girl walked around the car, waving happily at her friends. Leaning her arms on the door, she shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this again. My friends are going to bring back my slutty nicknames for doing this."

"I've got a few smokes that will promise they say it with a smile. But remember, there are only three in here."

Tossing the pack on the dashboard, Davis looked at her expectantly. She blushed slightly, then reached one hand up to unzip her hoodie all the way, then she unhooked the front of her bra. The cups fell quickly to the side as her full breasts succumbed to gravity, swaying gently.

"Holy shit..." Davis whispered reverently, "Damn that's a beautiful sight."

She giggled a little, interrupting his stare, and he glanced up to see her looking at his crotch as she bit her lower lip. Suddenly his mind latched onto the 'do this again' that she had said a moment ago, and in an instant had a better idea. Turning his head away, he looked straight ahead.

"I took a five second look, so you bought one smoke. How about stepping up the stakes a little?"

Pulling the sides of her hoodie together, she sighed deeply. She had a slightly bad feeling about this change, but since he hadn't set off her 'creeper' alert yet, she waited for him to continue.

"Here's the deal," Davis continued, turning to face the coed again, "I've actually got more than three smokes. I have two packs in the center console, and I'll trade them for more skin."

"Ummm, what do you mean?" she asked nervously, "And I'm warning you, if this get too weird, I'm running away screaming for help."

"Don't get the wrong idea. You said you had done this before, so I was thinking we both could benefit from a little bit more of a show. I will give you two full packs of smokes if you will sit in the car, with your hoodie and bra open, your skirt pulled up and panties off, while I watch you use your fingers to get off."

Her jaw dropped open in shock and she pulled her hoodie tighter against her body, as if trying to keep Davis from seeing any skin at all.

Seeing her discomfort, Davis pulled the two packs out and put them on the dash to prove his claim. Realizing that a pretty girl getting into a stranger's running car was usually a very bad idea, he turned off the engine and tossed the keys in the back seat.

"See? I wasn't kidding, there's the smokes. Now the ignition key is hard to get to, so I'm not kidnapping you or anything. The windows are down and the doors are unlocked so you can run off, plus your friends can hear if you think you need to yell for them. What I'm getting at is that I would love a show, and I'm not some serial killer. What do you think now?"

"I still think you're one crazy guy. I don't know if this is such a good idea, but it sure is tempting."

"Tell you what, I've got one more goodie for you and your friends if it will help make up your mind."

Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a full bottle of vodka, placing it in the cup holder. Davis didn't want to get rid of it, but in the heat of the moment he no longer cared, knowing he could pick up another one on the way home. He laughed in his head as he saw her eyes flip back and forth between the alcohol and tobacco, then out to her friends.

"So let me get this straight. If I get in the car and put on a show for you, I get those two packs of smokes and this fifth of vodka? Just so you know, I wouldn't be doing anything to you, this is only for your eyes."

"That's the deal. And no, I don't expect you to touch me, and I won't touch you unless you want me to."

Clearly torn between her desire to feed her bad habits and her modesty, she stayed bent over on the door for a minute before looking up at Davis with a shy smile.

"Oh what the hell," she laughed nervously, "I guess this could be fun."

More than a little surprised that she said yes, Davis' heart started to pound heavily as he hit the button to unlock the doors. Holding her jacket together, she quickly opened the door and slid in halfway before mumbling "Oh shit, hold on."

"Give me a few minutes," she yelled across the parking lot to her friends, "I'll be back in a bit."

"Sorry about that," she mumbled to Davis as she closed the door, "we can't have them coming over to check on us. So how do we get started? This is so weird, I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

Watching her body language as she hugged her jacket tightly and stared at her feet, Davis got a little worried that she might not be ready for this. If she felt trapped and called her friends or the cops, this could turn out badly for him. Talking softly to keep her calm, he hoped to encourage her to continue.

"You don't seem very comfortable. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes and no. Oh hell, I don't know. It sounds like fun, and the prize is worth it. My boyfriend and the others would be upset if I didn't bring back the goodies, and I think all of them have done stuff like this at one point or another."

"Don't do this for them," Davis replied quickly, "do it for you. Well, I guess you can do it for them if it makes it easier. I really hope I'm not talking you out of it."

She stayed silent, staring at her feet. Davis could see her nipples pointing through the thin cotton and hoped he could keep her interest.

"Has anyone ever seen you having sex with your boyfriend? Like in your dorm room?"

"Oh yeah, plenty of times. In the room and at parties too. Being drunk helps let my freak flag fly a bit."

"Does someone watching you turn you on?"

"Usually, yeah."

"This is kind of the same thing. What's different is this time you don't have to feel weird about worrying if the guy watching will give you a hard time the next day in class or follow you around campus like a stalker."

"Good point. It is hot to think of you as a stranger watching, especially knowing you will go home and jerk off thinking of me."

"Damn right I will be. How about this? My cock is still happy about seeing your boobs a minute ago. Can you let me see again?"

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she turned slightly, resting her left knee on the console. Lowering her hands to her lap, she let the hoodie drape open, barely enough to show the inner curve of her breasts

"Damn that's hot, it's a nice tease. Want to show me some more?"

Her eyes stayed closed, and Davis peeked up long enough to see a blush spread across her cheeks as she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling, her nipples drawing lines up and down under the thin hoodie.

Hesitantly pulling at the bottom of her jacket, she pulled the sides apart just far enough for it to rest across the outside of her breasts. The zipper on one side dragged across the skin, drawing a moan from her as the teeth scraped over her firm nipple. 

"Do you like the view?" she whispered, "Is this what you wanted?"

"I'm loving the view, but we both want more. Lift up your skirt too, I want to see what's hiding under it."

"It sure isn't hiding any sexy panties."

"Maybe you should take them off then. Show me how wet your pussy is."

"Oh fuck. You just made me even more wet."

Her eyes popped open, her widely dilated pupils focusing intently on Davis' eyes.

"You dirty old man, is that what you want? You want to see my nineteen year old pussy?"

"Damn right I need to see it. Then I want to see your finger slide in and out of it too."

Her modesty gone in a quick surge of passion, she pulled the loose skirt up to her waist. Closing her legs, she lifted her ass and a second later was holding her sensible white panties on the end of her pointer finger. Turning again to face Davis, she looked down to see her hoodie and skirt had fallen back into their proper places. Fixing him with a sultry smile, she pulled the sides of the hoodie back over her shoulders, fully exposing herself from the waist up.

"Holy shit this is amazing," Davis breathed, "you're so damn hot. I could stare those beauties all day. Watching them, touching, kissing, squeezing, anything and everything. I know, I know, you don't have to say it. Our rule says no."

"That's too bad mister, you can't play with them. I thought you wanted to see my pussy."

"Damn right. Put one foot up here on the steering wheel, the other one on the side of my seat. Yeah, that's perfect."

Tossing her panties to Davis, she smiled widely as she adjusted and spread her legs widely for him. "You asked if my pussy was wet. Take a smell and let me know."

With his eyes locked on the half naked college girl next to him, Davis brought the panties to his face, burying his nose in them. The musky odor of her arousal flooded his senses, making him reach down to adjust the painful lump in his jeans. This didn't escape her sight, causing her to giggle softly. Twisting her nipples, she shook them gently to make her bare breasts bounce.

"Mmm, that gives me an idea. I want to see what I'm doing to you. Take out your cock and wrap my wet panties around it."

Without a word, Davis ripped his jeans open, his hard cock springing up in freedom. He let her stare for a moment before placing her wetness over the head of his cock.

"Very nice cock," she whispered, easing her skirt up her legs, "besides the color, that looks just like my favorite toy. When he is buzzing inside me tonight, I'll think of you."

Davis looked at his cloth-covered cock, then back between her legs just in time to see her pussy make her appearance. With her fingers on either side of her lips, she spread them slowly, giving her admirer a clear view of her glistening womanhood.

"Rub your clit, baby."

"Yes sir," she replied, gently pulling back the hood as she eased her finger side to side.

Without speaking, they matched the pace of each other masturbating. Davis couldn't keep his eyes still, switching rapidly between her pussy and breasts. When she dropped one hand to slide a finger inside of her sex, Davis licked his lips, wishing he could taste her. She brought her finger up to coat her nipple with her wetness, and he actually reached out halfway to her before remembering the 'no touching' rule. Alternating her touch between nipples, she gave Davis a sly look.

"Did you want to help with this? They both need attention."

His answer was to reach across the seat slowly, giving her plenty of time to change her mind. She watched his hand with a smile as he made contact with her open nipple, gently sliding a fingertip across it's rubbery hardness.

"Be nice," she whispered, covering his hand with hers, "a little touching is fine, and so is pinching. I like it, but don't get greedy."

He groaned softly, shifting his hips as he tried to thrust into her panties. Taking a quick sideways glance through the windshield, he could see the people at the picnic table were all staring at them. At this distance it was hard to know how much they could see though. Now that she was fully involved with her show, Davis wanted to see how she would react with being on display for more than just him.

"You know your friends over there can see what we're doing. What do you think your boyfriend will say about you spreading your legs for another man?"

"Oh shit," she whispered, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the door, "they all have an idea, but he doesn't have to know everything. I'm so close, but I need to see you cum first mister. Open my panties and let me see you cum all over them."

With a final grope of her breast, Davis took his arm back to stroke with his best hand. Holding the panties wide, they could both see the large wet spot where his pre-cum was mixed with her juices. His eyes back on her body, Davis' hand stroked rapidly for half a minute before his body froze in ecstasy. With a groan, thick streams of semen shot out, coating her panties after the first spurt hit the steering wheel and her foot. Breathing rapidly, he started to recover while watching the teen passenger's finger speed across her clit.

"You had better cum for real," he breathed heavily, "no faking it."

"Damn right... this... is real..."

"Prove it."

"Oh fuck," she whispered intently, "feel me!"

Sliding his hand up her silken leg, Davis was surprised when she grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand between her thighs. She latched onto his two middle fingers and pressed them onto her entrance.

"Feel me!"

Plunging his fingers effortlessly into her tight center, he sank up to his knuckles as she fought back a scream. Her eyes rolled back in her head before her lids closed, her face tightening into a grimace of restrained pleasure. Davis felt the muscles in her tunnel pulsing in release, her thighs springing together to trap his arm in place.

When the unnamed girl's knees finally eased apart, Davis didn't move away, leaving his fingers inside of her pussy to feel the residual spasms. A minute later, her eyes were able to focus on him again, and she smiled shyly again as she pulled her hoodie closed to block the sight of her breasts, trying to smooth her skirt out over her thighs, ignoring the fact that his hand was buried beneath it.

"Slowly," she whispered, the sound barely reaching Davis' ears. Holding onto his hand, she gingerly pulled his fingers from her sensitive pussy, whimpering sadly as her wetness let out one last faint juicy squick.

Resting his arm on the console, Davis waited for his last chance at a peek, holding up his hand as she reached to her sides to close her bra.

"One last rub?"

"What do you mean?" She asked suspiciously.

"You liked it before, so why not let me give your nipples one last coating of your flavor?"

Despite what had happened in the past ten minutes, she actually blushed slightly as she pulled apart her jacket, giving Davis full access to her bare breasts. With the softest touch he could give, each wet fingertip swirled across her puckered nipples, making her suck in her breath sharply as she shuddered.

"OK mister, the show is over," she said in an almost normal voice, "now I have to act like nothing happened. I don't think my boyfriend needs to hear all of this, so let me recover real quick. I know my friends over there could see my feet and knees and maybe my boobs, but they have seen it all anyway, they just don't need to know everything we did."

Making a show of licking her moisture from his fingers, Davis smiled at her and nodded. "Thanks for the taste too. Makes me want more. I'm not asking or making a deal, just saying."

The blush on her cheeks came back as she giggled softly. "That reminds me, I almost forgot about the present you gave me."

She reached for her foot, wiping up the drop of Davis' cum that had missed her panties, then another finger wiped up what she could from the steering wheel. Copying his motions, she licked his seed from her fingers while looking at his softening cock.

"You kids these days are crazy," Davis laughed, "but anyhow, here are your evil smokes and the bottle, you sure as hell earned them. Damn that was hot."




Fair Trade



Taking her panties from Davis' leg, she found the driest part to quickly clean herself, then tossed the soaked cloth back into his lap, covering what little was left of his erection.

"Thanks for a good time and the gifts, mister. I'll leave the panties, I sure as hell can't wear them now. Oh hey, are you always on that same bus you rode today? I might want them back eventually."

"That bus or the one that will be here in about ten minutes. And thank you, that was the best use of cigarettes I could ever have imagined."

She lit up two of the smokes from the pack, giving one to Davis. "That's payment for a nice view of your cock. Or maybe that first boobie flash was a freebie. I dunno. Either way, we both deserve one of these. And the first drink of vodka is mine, I can't go over there with cum breath."

Opening the bottle, she took a hefty draw from it to swish around in her mouth before swallowing it, followed by a proper shot. Blowing a kiss at him, she was up and gone, leaving Davis to stare at her swaying ass, hoping for a gust of wind to give him one last glimpse of her. He could only imagine the conversation she would have with her friends to explain the bounty she was carrying. Not that he cared too much, but as he fished out his keys from the back seat, he knew from that day on he would always keep a pack of smokes and a bottle of booze packed in the car in the hopes of a repeat performance.

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Fair Trade Value: Her Side



It was a normal Saturday night neighborhood gathering, Bev and Mike next door, Steve and Loni from down the street, Tina and Tim and Randy and I. Bev and Mike's daughter Mandy had baby-sitting duties for the under ten crowd downstairs in the family room while we grown-ups sat out on Bev and Mike's new deck enjoying the fading twilight and after-dinner drinks. 

"So let me get this straight," Bev paused to light a cigarette. "Randy sold you for a mere $1100.00?"

"Hell, let me write you a check then." Tim teased, reaching into his back pocket.

"Hey, it was a dream." Randy held up his hands defensively. "Is it my fault she fell asleep watching Indecent Proposal?" 

"All I remember is that I was so pissed at him. I mean, hell, I give blow jobs that are worth more than that." I took a sip of my wine and made a face at Randy before continuing with my story. "And it was to this old geezer that I was supposed to literally fuck to death. I mean, he and his wife are handing me their social security checks and everything." Everyone around the table laughed heartily as I retold the dream I had had earlier in the week. 

"Was he any good?" Tina asked curiously.

I rolled my eyes. "I dunno. Mercifully I woke up before anything happened. But the pile of straps and harnesses on the bed didn't bode well for the evening."

"You know, I always figured the problem with that movie was that they were newlyweds." Loni commented, snagging a potato chip from the bowl in front of her. "I mean, don't get me wrong, but Steve and I have been married long enough that if somebody offered one million dollars for a night with me I'd gladly fuck my way to a better zip code."

"Works for me." Steve looked over at his wife and nodded laughingly. "My half of that would certainly be more than enough for greens fees at all the best country clubs." 

"What do you mean 'your half?'" Loni asked indignantly, brandishing her chip at him threateningly. "I'm the one doing all the work here."

"Didn't we say something like 'for richer or poorer' when we got married?" Steve returned, reaching for the chip in her hand and putting it in his mouth before she took an eye out with it.

"Not my vows, Honey." Loni assured him playfully. "I'm pretty sure the only thing I agreed to is not kicking you out on your sorry ass out when you opted to go golfing instead of going to my family reunion."

"It was a work thing." Steve defended. "Sheesh, you are never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Not in this lifetime." Loni promised, fishing another chip out of the bowl and biting down on it sharply.

"So, how much would you do it for?" Mike asked, taking a swig of his beer and watching me closely.

I shrugged, having not really given it much thought beyond knowing that I was worth far more than $1100.00. "I dunno. What are you offering?" I teased playfully.

"How about the Chevelle?" Mike asked, casually leaning back in his seat.

That caught Randy's attention. He had not-so-secretly coveted Mike's 1967 Chevelle SS since he had finished restoring it three years ago. "You'd be willing to trade the Chevelle for a night with Trish?" He asked with entirely too much interest for my liking.

"I might." Mike's eyes ran slowly over my body and I could almost feel his intimate perusal. 

I squirmed a little in my seat. Damn but that man had the sexiest stare imaginable. "Uhm, don't you think Bev might mind just a little?" 

Bev blew a smoke ring into the night, shrugging off the question. "Nah…we've been married long enough too." 

Randy looked at me hopefully. "Aw Honey, it'd be for the Chevelle. It has a 396 Big Block…" Randy stated wistfully. "Hell, I'd fuck him for that."

Yup. My husband had lost his mind. In my dream world he was willing to sell me for a paltry $1100, and in the real world it was even worse. All he wanted was a stupid car. I considered my options for a moment, deciding whether to plead righteous indignation or turn his own argument against him. "Well, it really would all depend." I opted for turning the tables.

"On?" Mike asked, watching me closely.

"On what you have under the hood." I told Mike with a playful wink.

"Oh no need to worry about that, Trish." Bev assured me nonchalantly. "Mike makes that 396 Big Block look like a lawn mower engine." And why was his wife encouraging this?

Mike stood up and smiled wickedly at me. "Want to take a look under the hood?"

The cat-calls abounded. What the hell was going on? It wasn't like we were all drunk off our asses. But here was Mike willing to trade his car for a night with me. Okay. Fine. If they could play, so could I. I stood up and crooked my finger for Mike to follow me into the house, putting a little extra shimmy into my walk as I went.

"So we stay in here for a few minutes and let them think I'm checking out your dick, right?" I nonchalantly asked over my shoulder as I headed for the bottle of wine across the room.

Mike was right behind me, cornering me against the counter. "Come on Trish, haven't you ever fantasized about us? Even just a little?" He braced his hands on either side of me, preventing my escape. 

"This is insane." I defended, turning to face him. "We're all gonna wake up in the morning and wonder what the fuck we were thinking."

"That's not an answer." Mike moved close enough and I could feel the desire rolling off of him in waves.

"Oh come on…like you'd really trade the Chevelle." I protested, clinging to the hope that this was all just some stupid game.

"I'm done with it and ready to move on to something else." His hands slid onto my hips and he gently pulled me against his ohmigod massive hard-on. "And I have wanted to fuck you for such a long time."

"You have?" I asked a little breathlessly. This was not the type of conversation I was used to having with my neighbors.

"Uh-huh." Mike slowly rubbed that beautiful hard-on against my pelvis, his mouth mere inches above mine. "Bev knows it too." 

Bev knew too? I goggled at him. Wasn't that the sort of thing you kept from your spouse? Then again, my husband was willing to trade one night with me for a car. "But you put a lot of work into that car." And Mike seemed willing to pay it. He certainly felt willing enough.

"Trish, I put a lot of work into everything I do." Mike promised, his mouth covering mine in a searing lip lock.

It had been a long time since I had intimately kissed anyone besides Randy and I had forgotten how delicious that first exploration could be…especially if the guy knew how to kiss, which Mike most assuredly did. "I don't know if I'm worth a car though." I protested when he finally came up for air.

Mike's hands slid up under my top and over my bra, slowly cupping my breasts. "Oh yeah. You're more than worth it." 

Having made my decision I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close for another red-hot kiss. "You know, every time you see that car pull out of my driveway you're going to regret giving it up for just one night of sex." I gave him one last chance to bail out, hoping like hell he wouldn't take it.

"Not a chance." Mike slowly thrust against me and, even though we were both fully clothed, I could feel a major orgasm very close at hand. "Hell, every time I see that car all I'll think about is how hot it was fucking you all night."

Somehow I knew this was wrong on so many different levels, but ohmigod how I wanted to fuck Mike right about now. "Where?" I asked, tugging at the fly of his jeans so that I could touch him. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore except that I feel his cock.

Mike considered the question for a moment. "Your house. All the kids are here now and I don't want to wait." His mouth crushed mine again and I knew without a doubt that there would be a black '67 Chevelle parked in my driveway sometime in the very near future. 

"Perfect." I finally got my hand into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his staff. Hell, he felt even better flesh-to-flesh. I needed to get him to my house and naked fast. "Let's go."

"Don't you think we should tell them it's a deal?" He asked, thrusting up into my hand anyway.

"They'll figure it out." Reluctantly I withdrew my hand from his jeans, deciding that maybe it wouldn't be best to run across the front yard with his dick in my hand. Good thing, too, because he had barely finished re-fastening his pants when Mandy showed up in the doorway. 

"Hey, the twins want more hot dogs." She explained, thankfully oblivious to the undercurrents between her father and me.

"In the crisper drawer." Mike told her, leading me toward the front door. 

"You may want to check with Tina and see if it's okay for them to eat more tonight." I suggested, ever the mom.

"Where are you guys going?" Mandy asked, realizing that we were heading away from the party.

'To a party of our own.' I thought desperately, wanting only to get Mike over to my house, out of his jeans and into me. "Uhm, I have something I need to show your father at home." I explained vaguely.

Mike chuckled softly, his hand on the small of my back rubbing in random circles and driving me to distraction. 

"Cool." Mandy said, already headed toward the sliding doors in back.

"Hey, tell Mom that Trish said 'okay,' would ya?" Mike added before pushing open the front door.

"Yeah. Whatever." The teenager mumbled, her focus once more on the hot dogs for Tim and Tina's four-year-old boys.

"Oh you are bad." I teased, following him willingly across our front lawns and to my doorstep. 

"On the contrary." Mike assured me, his hand curving over my ass when I pulled to a stop next to him at the front door. "I'm about to show you that I'm very, very good."

I had never been unfaithful to Randy but for me tonight with Mike wasn't like cheating. No, it was more like winning unlimited one-night access to the best roller coaster at the amusement park. I knew the thrill wouldn't last forever, but I still couldn't wait to climb aboard. 

I fumbled for the key in my pocket, suddenly unable to manage simple tasks like unlocking a door or entering a room. Fortunately Mike was there to guide me, gently turning the key in the lock and helping me over the threshold. "Not the master bedroom." I blurted suddenly, watching the front door swing closed and having a momentary lapse of reason.

"Of course not." Mike agreed, leading me toward the basement stairs. "You have a spare room downstairs though, don't you?"

He knew damned well that we did, especially since he had helped Randy carry the new queen-sized bed downstairs only a few weeks earlier. "Well, this isn't quite how I imagined the mattress being used the first time though."

"You mean you and Randy haven't already christened it?" Mike teased, stopping in the middle of the stairway to touch me again. "The entire time I was helping him bring it down I was imaging you lying sprawled across the mattress, your hair fanned out against it, your naked body gleaming in sweat as you writhed on top of it."

"You were?" I gasped when his hands parted my blouse and caressed the black lace covering my breasts

Mike pulled me close and kissed me again. Hard. "Something like that anyway."

"Then why are we still standing here on the stairs?" I asked, rubbing my breasts against him.

"I have absolutely no idea." Mike tugged me down into the dark basement and past Randy's elaborate entertainment center to the guest bedroom we kept at the ready for his mother. Oh no, I definitely was not going to think about my mother at a time like this. Tonight was all about me and Mike. And Randy's getting his Chevelle too. Couldn't forget the whole reason this was about to happen, right?

"And you're sure Bev's gonna be cool with this?" I hesitated one last time. After all Bev was my friend. I'd have to face her tomorrow morning when we both went out to collect our Sunday papers at the end of the driveway.

"Bev hates the Chevelle. Always has." He pulled me into the spare room, closed the door and flicked on the light switch, turning on a dim bedside lamp. "She's got her eye on a Karmann Ghia convertible." Mike said as he unfastened my bra and pushed the straps down, confining my arms at my sides while he lapped teasingly at my nipples. "Besides, she's told me it turns her on thinking of me fucking you." 

Well alrighty then. Who was I to argue with that kind of logic? Especially once he got past the licking and on to the nibbling and sucking parts. "God you have great tits." He murmured appreciatively as he switched from one side to another. 

"Uhm, hey, isn't this a little one sided?" I wanted to help undress Mike as well, but he seemed in no hurry to free my hands as he leisurely acquainted himself with my breasts. 

"All in due time." Mike assured me. I could feel him smiling against me. "After all, you did say something about a really pricey blow job earlier."

"And you have purchased the deluxe package this evening, sir." I assured him, whimpering when he brushed his mustache over my sensitive flesh. "We're pulling out all the stops for you tonight."

His teeth nipped at the distended pink tip and I felt a rush of moisture between my legs. "All of them?" He repeated playfully.

I swallowed hard. What had I just gotten myself into? Damn. Lust crazed women shouldn't be held liable for any of their impassioned pledges. "Uhm, well, uh, I really don't want to dress like a chicken or do a farm animal or anything like that."

Mike did laugh this time. "Don't worry Trish. Tonight will be great." He allowed my bra and blouse to drop on the floor and dropped another scorching kiss on my mouth. "For both of us." 

My hand made a pilgrimage to his crotch, caressing his swollen member through the denim material confining it there. "I have every confidence if you drive this half as well as you kiss." 

Mike's hands slid to the waist of my slacks, easily opening them and pushing them down past my hips and onto the ground with the rest of my clothes. He was on his knees before me, a mere wisp of black lace separating him from my snatch. Mike pressed his face against my pelvis and inhaled deeply. "You even smell delicious."

My knees threatened to give out on me. "And if you think I smell that good just wait until you taste me." I encouraged him brazenly.

In one smooth motion Mike stood up and hefted me into his arms, carrying me the short distance to the bed and carefully setting me on the new mattress. "Just remember, you asked for this." He said before sliding down my body, parting my legs, pushing my panties to the side and diving in for the all-you-can-eat buffet. 

Oh wow! Wow! Wow! WOW! I don't know why I didn't make the link at the time, but someone that kisses that great is definitely going to know how to use his tongue in other areas as well. Mike lapped, sucked, slurped, licked, hummed, blew and guzzled until I was sure I couldn't possibly cum ever again. "I don't think I've got anything left." I protested weakly. 

Mike grinned and stood up to shed his clothes. "Oh yeah? Let's see about that." As soon as his cock jumped out of his pants I decided that maybe I had been a bit premature in my earlier estimations. I was absolutely, definitely going to cum again all over that thick, hard piece of machinery. 

"Okay, there's more." I quickly shimmied out of my panties. I had to have him inside of me this very second or I might die. "Please say you're planning on fucking me with that right now." 

"I'd like to see you try to stop me." He returned through clenched teeth, kneeling on the bed between my thighs before pulling my hips closer to meet his meat. Mike sunk into me like he had done everything else this evening; full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes. He thrust wildly into me again and again, easily making a liar out of me as I came over and over again like Old Faithful. 

I ran my hand over Mike's chest, marveling at the sprinkling of dark hair covering his torso. Mike was solid and muscular with just enough hair on his body to be sexy. Randy, on the other hand, was long and lanky and smooth as a baby. I had forgotten how nice it was to run my fingers through some chest hair. Curious, I carefully flicked my finger over one of his pebbled nipples, relishing in the loan moan that that simple move elicited. 

Mike slowed his pace and took a few calming breaths. "What?" I complained, thrusting up against him. "Why are we stopping?"

"Because I'm finally fucking Trish the Dish and I'd like to make it last." Regretfully Mike eased out of me. "I have only one night to do everything I want to do to you so I have to pace myself."

"What? Do you have a list or something?" I asked laughingly.

"Mental list." Mike rolled me over onto my stomach and tugged my hips up, urging me onto my knees in front of him. "Like say when I've watched you out front weeding your flower beds I have thought how very much I would like to fuck you from behind."

I moaned as he slid his cock inside of me. "Do you want me to pretend I'm pulling weeds too?" I teased, glancing back over my shoulder at him.

Mike's hand smacked my ass. "I've also thought you needed your smart ass spanked a few times too." 

That light slap was more of a turn-on than I would have expected. "Just don't make me call you daddy or anything creepy like that."

Mike rubbed his hand over the spot as he slowly thrust into me again. "You're okay with it then? As long as it's not too hard?" His hand hovered, waiting permission.

"Not too hard." I agreed, feeling my muscles contract around his staff when his hand made contact again. Oh yeah, I think I could get used to being a naughty girl.

"Too much sass for your own good." He reiterated, spanking me again. I could tell he was just as turned on because he was now fucking into me in deep, fast jabs. 

"Well, you know me." I gasped. "I'm all about sass." 

SMACK! "And why am I doing all the work here?" Again his hand made contact with my bottom side. "Touch yourself, Trish. Play with your clit like you do when you masturbate."

"I don't generally have a cock plowing into me when I masturbate." I returned through clenched teeth, fighting not to cum this way too soon for him. 

"There you go with the sass again." SMACK! "Well?" Mike pulled back and paused at the entrance to my tunnel, waiting for me to follow his instructions. I quickly complied and slid my fingers over my clit, jarred into release when he slammed back into me. "Isn't that much better?" To which I could only give a jerky nod because my body was convulsing rapturously. SMACK! "I can't hear you." 

I couldn't remember the last time I had had an orgasm that intense. "Better." I managed to agree, thinking better was an entirely inadequate word. Unfortunately I seemed to have completely lost the ability to speak.

"Good girl." Mike rubbed the now tender spot again, and I could feel the warmth spread through my already overheated body. "Now every time you get yourself off you're gonna remember how hot this was, aren't you?"

I started to nod then thought better of it when I felt his hand tense again. "Yes. Absolutely yes."

In a moment of clarity I suddenly understood why women took lovers. The pleasure of discovery that first time you're together. The absolute thrill of another man finding you desirable again. Or perhaps it was simply the change of pace. I mean, I love my Coach handbag. It's timeless, never goes out of style. But every once in a while I like to break out something fun and flirty and different. Not because there's anything wrong with my Coach bag, but because change is good sometimes. Okay, so maybe a purse analogy while I'm getting fucked senseless by my neighbor is kind of crazy, but what about this evening wasn't crazy? 

Mike slid out of me and I whimpered in protest. "Don't stop. I'll be sassy some more if you want." I promised over my shoulder.




Fair Trade Value: Her Side



Mike shook his head, obviously concentrating on holding off. "I'm gonna cum real soon and I want to do it in your mouth."

Oh darn. And here I thought he was going to do something I didn't want him to. I quickly climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him, mouth open eagerly like a baby bird. He sat on the edge and tangled his fingers into my hair, guiding me onto his surging cock. I relaxed my throat muscles best that I could and sucked him into my mouth. God, he was so thick I could barely get my mouth around him! 

I went to work on his love muscle, slowly sliding up and down his length, using my tongue to caress him. Mike muttered something incoherent above me and his hips thrust upward off the bed, pushing deeper into me. I switched to short swift strokes, my hand circling his cock where my mouth could not. I felt his balls tighten up against my chin right before the first salvo erupted from his rod. Again and again he shot into my mouth, almost drowning me in salty goodness. 

"Damn." Mike muttered gratefully as I took my time cleaning off every delicious inch of him.

"You can say that again." I agreed with a sloppy smile up at him.

"And hey, the spanking thing really wasn't directed at you so much." He reached out swiped at a string of cum at the corner of my mouth. "That's something Bev's not into and I just figured since we were doing the whole fantasy thing—" 

I licked at the salty strand on his finger. "Hey, you gave me an out if I wanted one." I climbed into his lap, one knee on either side of him and settled my box over his deflated cock. "To be honest, I totally got off on it."

Mike pulled my mouth to his and kissed me fiercely. "Good…I have many more perversions to share with you this evening then."

"There only perversions if I don't like them." I nipped at his shoulder. "Otherwise they're just foreplay."

"And you're absolutely certain farm animals are out?" Mike asked playfully, his hands wandering over my body again. I nodded and he sighed in mock-disappointment. "Well then, how do you feel about getting wet?"

"Like I'm not already?" I returned, shifting slightly when he slid his fingers between my legs again to verify my claim. 

"Mmmmm, that's nice." Mike grinned. "Trish the Dish is all hot and wet for me." Idly he toyed with my clit, brushing it lightly with the tip of his finger. "But I was thinking more along the lines of the hot tub."

"Outside?" I asked uncertainly, thinking that the hot tub on the back patio didn't afford a lot of privacy.

"I'm not about to carry it inside for you." He laughed, easing a finger into me and curving up into my g-spot. "C'mon …no one will see us." 

Mike's persuasive tactics were definitely working on me. "Well, you were always the one I was worried about seeing anything anyway." I admitted, reaching for the orgasm I could feel building up again.

"No problem then." Mike added a second finger. "Because I'll be in there with you." 

So close now. If I just lean forward a little and keep him talking…"Bev said that you can see straight into the spa from your bedroom window."

"And do you know how many times I've watched out the window for just a glimpse of your naked body in there?" Much to my chagrin he eased his fingers out of me and lifted me off of his lap and standing me on the floor in front of him. 

How in the world did Bev ever say no to this man? "What are you waiting for then?" I teased, walking away on shaky legs and pulling open the bedroom door.

Mike was on his feet and across the room in the blink of an eye. "I was just appreciating the view." His hand curved over my ass. 

"Well appreciate it out in the hot tub because I was THISCLOSE to cumming." I complained, heading toward the stairs with Mike and his deep laughter trailing close behind me. 

Once we were outside Mike helped me uncover the spa on the deck and start it up before we both climbed into the bubbling water. I glanced up at his bedroom window out of habit. "Do you think Bev's in bed already?" I asked curiously, taking up the same position straddled over his lap that I had been in downstairs.

He chuckled. "I'm sure she wasted no time at all." His hands slid up my rib cage and over my breasts. "But I'm far more interested in what's going on right here." He leaned forward and seized on my nipple bobbing above water. 

"Oh that feels good." I moaned, arching my back so that he had better access.

"Oh yeah." He agreed. "I've got about 867 different aches and pains right about now." I looked at him indignantly and Mike chuckled. "Babe, you feel better than good." He assured me, caressing me with those magic hands again.

I felt a stirring between his legs and smiled. "You're feeling pretty darned remarkable there yourself." I commented, rocking slowly against his reawakened cock.

"So, you never answered my question earlier." Mike repositioned himself so that his cock was sitting at the entrance.

"Which question?" I asked uncertainly.

"You never did tell me if you've fantasized about me." He expounded.

I laughed self-consciously. How to answer this question without implicating myself? "Maybe." 

"Maybe?" He repeated, his teeth grazing over my nipples. "Just maybe?"

I gasped and arched into him, wanting more, but Mike was bent on obtaining an admission first. "You know, this kind of torture is strictly forbidden by the Geneva Convention." I protested when he pulled away from me.

"Oh, I get it. You did, but you're embarrassed." He lapped at my nipple before blowing a stream of warm air across the tip. "There's nothing wrong with fantasizing." 

"We're way past fantasizing here." I protested as the goose flesh blossomed down my arm.

Mike did the same lick and blow thing on the other nipple, holding me in place when I would have escaped his attentions this time around. "It was in here, wasn't it?" He guessed, rolling his tongue over my achingly stiff nipple. "You fantasized about me watching you, didn't you?"

We must've had the heat up too much or something because I felt myself turning red. "Get over yourself."

Mike shifted beneath me and eased just his cock head into me. "You sat in here imagining me watching you from my bedroom, didn't you?" He went on, unerringly accurate. "Then what? Did you imagine that you gave me a little show? That you sat just at the edge of the spa, naked, and made yourself cum while I watched?"

I shook my head and tried pull away from him again, but his arms were like steel bands. "No, that's my fantasy, not yours." He chuckled and slid deeper into me, unbelievably hard and thick for a man who just came a short while ago. "No, my guess is you imagined that I came down here and, unable to control myself, took you forcibly right here in the hot tub." Mike slowly started to pump into me. "All primeval lust and that kind of stuff."

I really wanted to be annoyed with him, but anybody that could feel this good made it very difficult to be cross. "You're an asshole."

"Mmmm." Mike returned his mouth to the first tit. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"You want it dirty?" I leaned my mouth next to his ear and whispered, "My fantasy was that you came down here and fucked my cunt so hard with that big monster cock of yours that it hurt…a good hurt. And when you were ready to cum you sprayed your jizz all over my tits like I was nothing but some cheap whore."

"Oh that is so hot!" Mike groaned, fucking up into me hard and fast now. "Is that how you want it Trish?"

"I didn't tell you that because I wanted it gentle hun." I laughed harshly and starting slamming down on him with every up thrust, screwing him with absolute abandon. Water splashed over the side of the spa and onto the deck. "I want you to fuck me so hard my teeth hurt. I want you to use your cock to rub cum all over my tits. I want—"

"Okay, okay." Mike grunted, standing up with me still wrapped around him and dropping us both onto a nearby padded bench. "Your wish is my command." He plowed into me wildly, almost to the point that I wondered if maybe I had goaded him a little too far. 

"Uhm, Mike…" I was about to ask him to take it easy when the first orgasm hit me. I screamed out and instead of slowing down and letting me enjoy it he pushed even deeper, dragging me from one orgasm to the next like an out-of-control train.

I could feel his balls tightening against my ass. "Are you ready for it?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh fuck yeah." I urged him on breathlessly. "Cum all over my fucking tits. That's it lover. Fill my mouth with your hot seed."

Mike needed no further prodding. He pulled out and stood over me, his hand sliding up and down his pulsing cock, grunting as the first wad splashed out across my nipples. The next shot went into my open mouth, trailing a string down my chin as a third and fourth shot splattered over my chest. One last shot that more or less landed in the vicinity of my mouth left him standing spent above me. 

Using his dick like a paint brush he pushed at the puddle of cum on my chest, spreading the goo over my shoulders and mid-section. "Pablo Picasso, eat your heart out." He said, smiling at the finished product.

I slid my fingertips over my nipples, scooping up some of his juice and licking my fingertips. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…tasty."

Mike slid back into the hot tub, sighing as the hot water enveloped him. "I am never going to be able to look at your spa again and not get an instant hard-on."

I eased myself off the bench and slid in next to him, snagging a quick kiss. "Now Randy is going to have to drain the spa tomorrow. He won't be happy."

"Sure he will." Mike slid his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side. "He can take his new car out for a ride while it's draining."

"I certainly hope he enjoys that car as much as I've enjoyed paying for it." I purred, snuggling against him and enjoying the feel of the water buffeting up against us.

"And just as soon as I get my strength back here you're going to do some more paying." Mike assured me, closing his eyes and sinking back into the swirling water. "I get one night in payment and I plan on spending the entire night inside of you."

Well, if you absolutely must…



Fair Trade Value: His Side



It was a normal Saturday night neighborhood gathering, Bev and Mike next door, Steve and Loni from down the street, Tina and Tim and Trish and I. Bev and Mike's daughter Mandy had baby-sitting duties for the under ten crowd downstairs in the family room while we grown-ups sat out on Bev and Mike's new deck enjoying the fading twilight and after-dinner drinks. 

"So let me get this straight," Bev paused to light a cigarette. "Randy sold you for a mere $1100.00?"

"Hell, let me write you a check then." Tim teased, reaching into his back pocket.

"Hey, it was a dream." I held up my hands defensively. "Is it my fault she fell asleep watching Indecent Proposal?" I should've known that damned dream would be the hot topic of conversation tonight. 

"All I remember is that I was so pissed at him. I mean, hell, I give blow jobs that are worth more than that." Trish took a sip of her wine and made a face at me before continuing with my story. "And it was to this old geezer that I was supposed to literally fuck to death. I mean, he and his wife are handing me their social security checks and everything." Everyone around the table laughed heartily as she retold the dream she had had earlier in the week. 

"Was he any good?" Tina asked curiously.

Trish rolled her eyes. "I dunno. Mercifully I woke up before anything happened. But the pile of straps and harnesses on the bed didn't bode well for the evening."

"You know, I always figured the problem with that movie was that they were newlyweds." Loni commented, snagging a potato chip from the bowl in front of her. "I mean, don't get me wrong, but Steve and I have been married long enough that if somebody offered one million dollars for a night with me I'd gladly fuck my way to a better zip code."

"Works for me." Steve looked over at his wife and nodded laughingly. "My half of that would certainly be more than enough for greens fees at all the best country clubs." 

"What do you mean 'your half?'" Loni asked indignantly, brandishing her chip at him threateningly. "I'm the one doing all the work here."

"Didn't we say something like 'for richer or poorer' when we got married?" Steve returned, reaching for the chip in her hand and putting it in his mouth before she took an eye out with it.

"Not my vows, Honey." Loni assured him playfully. "I'm pretty sure the only thing I agreed to is not kicking you out on your sorry ass out when you opted to go golfing instead of going to my family reunion."

"It was a work thing." Steve defended. "Sheesh, you are never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Not in this lifetime." Loni promised, fishing another chip out of the bowl and biting down on it sharply.

"So, how much would you do it for?" Mike asked, taking a swig of his beer and watching Trish closely.

Trish shrugged. "I dunno. What are you offering?" She responded to my surprise.

"How about the Chevelle?" Mike asked, casually leaning back in his seat.

That caught my attention. I had coveted Mike's 1967 Chevelle SS since he had finished restoring it three years ago. But surely Trish wouldn't really consider doing something like that. And would I really want her to anyway? "You'd be willing to trade the Chevelle for a night with Trish?" I asked in surprise.

"I might." Mike's eyes ran slowly over her body and I could see her reaction. No matter what Trish might have said to the contrary I could tell that she was turned on by the idea.

She squirmed a little in her seat. "Uhm, don't you think Bev might mind just a little?" 

Bev blew a smoke ring into the night, shrugging off the question. "Nah…we've been married long enough too." 

I sent my wife a playful look. "Aw Honey, it'd be for the Chevelle. It has a 396 Big Block…" I looked over at Mike and batted my eyes. "Hell, I'd fuck him for that."

Trish actually seemed to consider his offer for a long moment. "Well, it really would all depend." What? My Trish was even willing to think about it?

"On?" Mike asked, watching her closely.

"On what you have under the hood." Trish told Mike with a flirty wink.

"Oh no need to worry about that, Trish." Bev assured her nonchalantly. "Mike makes that 396 Big Block look like a lawn mower engine." It wasn't like I had a lawn mower engine either. But apparently my wife wasn't comparison shopping.

Mike stood up and smiled wickedly Trish. "Want to take a look under the hood?" 

The cat-calls abounded but I wasn't worried. Trish knew I was joking, right? I mean, even if I did love that car, there was no way I'd ever ask her to do something like that. But when she stood up and crooked her finger for Mike to follow her into the house, even putting a little extra shimmy into her walk as she went, my faith in my wife's loyalty wavered ever so slightly.

"Hooo-Hooo." Steve said, toasting the door as it slid closed behind them. "And Mike scores Trish the Dish." He glanced over at me and added almost as an after-thought, "Of course, you're getting one fine set of wheels in the process." 

"She's just yanking everybody's chain." I calmly assured them all. "They'll both come out here in about five minutes after a little petting session and that will be the end of that." I just wished I actually felt that certain.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Bev remarked, watching the door with interest. "Mike can be very persuasive when he wants something."

Would they or wouldn't they? The debate went on until Mandy poked her head out onto the patio some time later. "Hey Tina, is it alright if the twins have more hot dogs?"

"Yeah, but only one each." Tina replied, rolling her eyes. "I swear those kids are going to eat us out of house and home."

Mandy started to duck in but turned back to her mother. "Oh, and Dad said to tell you that Trish said 'Okay,' whatever that means. Then they went over to Trish's house."

"Thanks Babe." Bev said to her daughter, a cryptic half-smile on her face. "Now go feed those kids before they start gnawing on my furniture." She reached for the deck of cards on the table and looked at me pointedly. "So, I suppose that makes us partners for the evening?"

Our spouses just went off to fuck and Bev wanted to play cards? How could she be so calm about this? A quick glance around the table and I discovered that Tim, Tina, Steve and Loni were all watching us intently. Well hell, if Bev could play it cool so could I. "Looks like this is my lucky night too." I said with a wink, tapping the table in front of me to indicate I was ready to play. 

And it was a lucky night, at least as far as cards were concerned. Bev and I slaughtered the other two couples. Nothing better than a good old fashioned trouncing to keep your mind off of things you don't want to think about. Like, say, your wife fucking the neighbor in your house at that very same moment. 

"Jeez, why do we even bother?" Tim asked in disgust, tossing his cards into the discard pile in the center of the table. 

"Because having twins isn't punishment enough?" Steve teased, also tossing his cards onto the table.

"Or just having neighbors like you." Tina returned, stretching tiredly. "Come on Tim. Let's get the kids and go home. I'd rather be in bed than take another whipping like that."


"I think you're on to something there." Loni agreed with a yawn, standing up and tugging at Steve's arm. "Take me home, big boy."

"But if we leave now we might miss out on the good stuff." He protested playfully.

Bev smiled and stood up to escort her guests out. "I promise I'll call if anything really juicy happens."

Steve waggled his eyebrows and flashed a lecherous look. "8X10 glossies would be acceptable too."

I lagged behind as the laughing group headed into the house, uncertain of how I should proceed. Obviously my house was 'occupied' tonight. And it seemed a bit presumptuous to think that Bev would put me up for the evening. 'Hell, maybe I should just sleep in my Chevelle' I thought irritably, heading toward the garage to take a look at my newest acquisition. 

I flicked on a small light over the work bench and slowly walked around the car, admiring for the umpteenth time the smooth, supple lines of the Chevelle. God how many times had I thought I would love to own this car? But did I really want to own it this way? 

"Are you okay?" Bev asked softly from the doorway.

"Yeah." I sighed. "No." I shook my head and leaned against the hood of the car. "Hell, I don't know."

"Nothing like a decisive answer there, Randy." Bev joined me at the front of the Chevelle and pulled herself up onto the hood next to me. 

"Doesn't this bother you at all?" I finally asked the question that had troubled me all evening.

"What? That Mike's getting rid of the Chevelle finally?" She shook her head. "Not in the least."

I studied her for a long moment. "You're comfortable with the form of payment then?"

Bev nodded. "Absolutely."

"And you're not angry that he and Trish are—" I trailed off uncertainly.

"Oh hell no." Bev winked at me and leaned in closer. "And neither are you really."


"I'm not?"

"No you're not." Bev shook her head. "You're actually turned on by the whole idea of Trish and Mike fucking like bunnies and you don't know how to handle that." She braced her arm between her legs and slowly rocked against it. "Right now you're imagining Trish on her knees in front of Mike, sucking him off, wondering if she's enjoying it, curious what she's willing to do for him that she might not be willing to do for you. There's part of you that would love to sneak in and watch them, see the passion on her face, watch another man plunge deeply into what you always considered solely your territory." 

I chuckled uncomfortably. "Is that me you just described? Or yourself?"

"Oh I'm not denying that I am totally turned on just imagining all the naughty things they're doing right now." I watched in fascination as she put the tip of her tongue between her teeth and mewed softly. If I didn't know better I'd think she was working herself right here and now as we talked. "But I also understand that it's only sex, Randy. Mike isn't going to love me any less tomorrow morning."

"I guess this all just took me by surprise." I finally conceded, kicking at a cigarette butt on the garage floor.

"Okay, I can see how that might happen if you didn't know that Trish wanted to fuck Mike." Bev said it as matter-of-factly as if she were discussing the weather. "After Tina and Tim and Steve and Loni started their little Saturday night thing Mike and I talked a lot about who we'd like to have sex with and why. So I've known for a while that he he's had a thing for your wife."

"Woah! What Saturday night thing?" I demanded. 

Bev leaned in for a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh come on. Haven't you ever noticed that they always leave at the same time on Saturday nights?"

"Well, yeah, but—" To be honest I hadn't really given it much thought. I suppose my thoughts were usually focused more on the Chevelle. Wait a second. Did she say… "Do you mean that they're—?"

"Yup. They're doing the foursome thing." She confirmed. "I went over one night to return Tina's casserole dish and saw them going at it in the living room." Bev rocked against her arms again. "Damn did Mike and I have great sex that night."

My mind was reeling. "What you're saying, essentially, is that we're the only ones not doing it tonight."

"It does seem incredibly unfair, doesn't it?" She rubbed against my arm and I could feel her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Big flashing red lights in the rear-view mirror as the Idiot Police pulled up behind me. I was so busy thinking about Trish and Mike and the added discovery that the others had a weekly foursome that I missed the big sign Bev was all but hitting me over the head with. As many times I had been around Bev and Mike I had never really looked at her in that way. She had always seemed to just be there, but not in any way overtly sexual. 

Maybe it was the clothing that I usually saw her in, more businesslike than sexy, that had kept Bev out of the realm of 'Fantasy Women I'd Like to Fuck.' Or maybe it was her attitude, which always seemed more professional than feminine. But looking at Bev's face now I realized for the first time how attractive she really was. Slowly I scanned up and down her body, taking in her inviting curves. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Once awareness dawned I felt the first stirrings of a hard-on. Bev slowly slid her hand down my chest and started to feel my cock through my pants. "I've always wondered what you have in here," she murmured. "So far it seems pretty impressive."

My mind was still racing. Jeez, it was my neighbor's wife standing here massaging my cock. Of course, it was the same neighbor that was doing the wild thing with Trish at this very moment. What the hell was my hang-up?

Normally I can spring up at a moments notice but this time my dick wasn't all that eager, a fact not lost on Bev. "Hey? What's the matter here?" She flashed me a sexy pout. "I'm thinking maybe he needs a little persuading." 

Without waiting for a response Bev slid down off the hood and hit the garage door button, shutting the big overhead door. "Let's see what we can do about this." She purred, dropping to her knees in front of me and unbuttoning my pants. Bev pulled the zipper down and pushed them down around my ankles in one fluid motion. 

By now my semi-hard dick was pushing out through my boxers and when she eased them down her eyes light up. "Oooooh…This baby is long! Wonder if I can make it any longer?" Expertly Bev took the shaft and popped most of its length deep in her warm mouth and slowly started to suck the rest of it in. I could feel my cock stiffen as she bobbed up and down, which forced her to open her jaw wider, which made me even stiffer. 

And what an incredible feeling it was! By now I was at full mast with Bev sliding up and down my shaft, sucking for all she was worth. I had completely forgotten about my wife and what's-his-name. Besides, Bev was taking in much more of my cock than Trish ever did anyway. 

Bev did this thing where she slid her mouth up and down several times before letting my dick pop out and sliding it up her face to suck my balls into her mouth, one then the other, even both at once. The feel of both my nuts in her mouth alone almost made me shoot. Then she would grab the shaft and start sucking me off again. I knew I wouldn't last too long now the way she was working me. 

"Easy there." I managed to mumble. "If you keep that up and I'm gonna cum soon."

"So?" Bev replied between strokes. "We have all night."

As that realization made it to my brain, she grabbed my ass cheeks and really started to blow me. She was taking in all but a tiny bit of my eight inches on every down stroke. I could see her cheeks caved in from sucking so hard. Her expertise was getting me close. I put my hands on her head and started pushing her down harder on every stroke. She was going so deep that her nose almost was touching my pelvis. I knew it was time. 

"I'm cumming baby!" As my raging hard-on started to pulse, she took in almost the whole length and started to suck harder. I could feel the cum travel the length of my shaft and shoot wad after wad after wad of it deep into the back of her throat. I had to hold onto the car for support. 

"Oh fuck, I haven't cum that hard in ages!" I panted. Bev turned it down to a gentle suction, easing the whole shaft in and out of her mouth until every drop of my massive load was sucked out of my balls. 

Finally, after my member had subsided into relative flaccidness, Bev pulled her face away, letting my cock rest against my ball sac. "MMMmmmmm….that was good! Your cum tastes great!" Bev looked like a different woman to me now, sluttier than the businesswoman I had always dismissed her as. Note to self—never judge a book by its cover again. 

"You know, Mike is a lot thicker than you are, but shorter. And I can't open my jaw that wide to take him all in." Bev admitted. "That was a real pleasure for me!" 

"Pleasure for you? How do you think I feel?" I paused and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Shit, I've never been deep-throated like that!"    

While I took some time to regain my composure it occurred to me that I still had nowhere to sleep tonight. "That was great and all Bev, but still I need to find a somewhere to stay. I'd better find a hotel or something." 

"Hotel?" The sultry look on her face almost got me hard again on the spot. "If Mike gets Trish for the night then I get you." She kissed me ravenously and I could taste my cum in her mouth. "Besides, I'm not even close to done with you yet." Bev waited impatiently while I readjusted my clothing before grabbing my hand and leading me toward the house.

Mandy was asleep on the downstairs couch by this time so we quietly crept upstairs to the bedroom. Once the door was closed and locked Bev started undressing in front of me. I shifted uncomfortably, unsure if I should watch like I wanted to or be polite and turn my head the other way. 

"I just sucked you off and now you're embarrassed?" Bev asked laughingly. 

"I don't know….I guess…Hey, I'm not used to any of this." I mumbled, looking anywhere but at her now. 

"Maybe this will help," cooed Bev as she removed her blouse and bra, revealing a pair of perfect tits that would grab any man's attention. 

And those breasts were much larger than I had imagined. "Oh fuck! What do you do? Keep those things bound up or something? I stuttered. "I never knew they were so big!" 

"I try not to advertise them too much," she retorted, gently bouncing them in her hands for my benefit. "And you were usually too interested in the Chevelle to notice them anyway." 

"Well, I'm noticing them now!" I moved to Bev and started to fondle and suck her beautiful tits, feeling the need to pay penance for my oversight. 

"Hey wait a minute…I'm the naked one and you're still dressed." Bev protested, tugging at my shirt. "Are you going to join me or what?" 

It took mere nanoseconds to doff my clothes and get back to business. Usually, I'm a one shot guy; I cum and it's off to sleep. Tonight I knew it was going to be something entirely different. My cock started to throb again. But right now what I really wanted was to give Bev the same sort of pleasure she had given me. "Why don't you get on the bed?" I suggested. "I want to return the favor." 

Meekly, Ms. Take-No-Prisioners-Businesswoman obeyed. I splayed her legs out and eyed her twat hungrily. She had a tiny patch of hair, neatly trimmed, and it beckoned to me invitingly. I crawled between her legs and started to lick, suck, finger, and tonguefuck her dripping hole. I really wanted to sixty-nine and have her suck me off again, but I felt she deserved the sole concentration of some serious pussy licking. 

As I drank up her nonstop flow of pussy juice, I could tell from her bucking and moans that she was cumming almost non stop. After what seemed like a few zillion orgasms, I pulled away to give her a moment to recover. Bev looked at me, saw my manhood at full steam again and moaned, "Fuck me now!"

I worked my way up to her dripping snatch, aimed my cock head at the waiting treasure there and plunged in balls deep into her in one smooth motion. She was so wet from the pussy licking that I easily slid right in. 

Her eyes opened wide once I was in all the way. "Oh wow, that extra length you have feels soooo good, Randy. I haven't had a cock that far in me in ages." 

"Don't worry, Ill make sure it gets put in that deep…" I pulled out before driving it home again. "Repeatedly." I added, picking up the pace and fucking her pussy in earnest, pulling out until just the head was touching her lips before ramming home hard and fast again. Stroke after stroke I probed the depths of her wet tunnel, eventually bringing her to another powerful orgasm. 




Fair Trade Value: His Side



Bev came down from her high and looked at me curiously, as if considering the possibilities. "Hey, you know…that might just work." She smiled up at me sweetly. "Randy, would you do me a favor?" 

"Um, sure." I answered, not too what she had in mind. But hey, as great as it felt to be inside of her I was game for pretty much anything right about now.

"What I'd really like is for you to fuck me in the ass." Her hand slid slowly down my chest. "Mike's way too thick…but that beautiful cock of yours might be just the right size." 

Who was I to argue with an offer like that? "I'm pretty sure that can be arranged."

I pulled my rod out of her pussy and Bev rolled onto her side, reaching into her nightstand and retrieving a bottle of lube. "Here, you might want to use some of this." She handed me the container before getting on all fours and aiming her butt right at me. "And please be gentle," Bev added softly. "At least at first." 

"No problem…just let me know if I should stop." I put a few drops of the lube on my already wet cock, put a drop or two on my finger and slowly stuck my finger into her asshole, sliding it in and out a few times to get the lube spread around. 

"Give it to me now, lover." Bev commanded. 

And I was only too happy to comply. I grabbed her by the hips and placed the head of my cock at her puckered entrance, pushing into her ever so gently. I eased in an inch at a time, pulling out, pushing in another inch or so, repeating gradually until all eight inches were engulfed in her ass. I pulled out and slowly slid back in fully. Oh fuck what a feeling! Her ass was so tight, so wet, so warm. 

"That feels so good!" Bev cooed. "Now fuck my ass lover!"

"You're the boss!" I replied. "Just tell me if you need me to stop." I partially withdrew my rock hard shaft from her ass and rammed it in harder this time. I could feel my balls slapping her cunt as I started seriously fucking her incredibly tight hole. As the lube worked its way all around my cock and her warm tunnel the velvety feeling of being in a pussy grew. I sped up my pounding, thrusting hard and balls-deep. 

I had only butt-fucked a few times before and usually with a less-than-willing partner. And now here was Bev pushing back on every thrust in, moaning in pleasure. The tightness of her ass was starting to overwhelm me and I knew I wouldn't last long in there. "Oh babe, I'm gonna cum!" I managed to mumble between breaths. 

"That's right," she urged. "Pump your cum deep into my ass baby!" 

I started to fuck as hard and fast as I ever had, finally reaching that inescapable feeling. I shoved my dick as far up her ass as it would go and unleashed torrent after torrent of hot cum. Before I started to go limp, I stroked in and out several times more, savoring the tightness. As I felt the last drop of cum squeezed out of my cock I slowly eased out of her, half expecting it to sound like a cork popping out of a bottle. 

"Oh damn…that was great!" Bev murmured appreciatively as she cuddled up next to me. 

"I'm thinking a shower might be in order after that." I suggested gingerly.

"Oh yeah…absolutely." She agreed, tiredly trying to push herself off the bed and failing. "Just as soon as we feel like we can stand again." 

After a little recovery time we headed off to shower together. I had just shot two huge loads in a short period of time, so my dick wasn't in the mood for anything more than a gentle cleaning, which Bev was only too happy to provide. In return I made sure her gorgeous boobs got a thorough washing, as did her pussy and cum-filled ass. Exhausted, we finished our shower and went to back to bed, this time to sleep.

"Hmmm…hope you enjoy the Chevelle." Bev sighed as she curled into me, her eyes already closed. "And I cannot wait to see what you have to trade for next week!"