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Mary's

By: Manny_Kanblo



There are times in a person's life when they are violently forced to remember things from a lifetime which seems not their own. Memories from a place long lost to them, until, inexplicably, they are reminded of all over again almost to a point of tears. How could I have forgotten all this? Was this ever part of me? 

It's now twenty years later yet my eyes and my heart still know the way to Mary's house. I had driven the short twenty miles without being lost once, something that was strange to me since I always seemed to end up wandering lost somewhere or another lately. The steering wheel turned and suddenly I was turning too, onto Greenfield, onto childhood once again. I was no longer in my car; instead, I pulled up to the brick house in roller blades, slowing down just enough to jump over the first curb which was the highest on the block; her dad's mistake while re-paving the driveway. 

"Madison, is this you?" Mary had called me, breathless, earlier this morning. 

"Yes, this is she. May I ask whose calling?" I was just as breathless myself, chasing after my toddler. "Michael, put your pants back on right now! No! Sweetie, stop it -- I'm sorry; who did you say this was?"

"Madison... its Mary. Do you remember me?" The voice breathed. 

Of course I had known who it was from the moment I had heard her voice. I had spent my teen years talking to that voice over the phone long into the night about boys and hairstyles and "Did she really think she could backstab me like that?" A voice that had impacted me in more ways than I will ever admit. A sort of husky, yet gentle, and sweet voice. How could I not remember? Of course I remembered. How could I have forgotten it? Mary. Mary's. Mary's where cats nuzzled you awake, the Margie's candy story with 20 flavors of ice cream, Mexicorn from the local friendly Mexican store, chocolate peanut butter. Lots and lots of chocolate peanut butter. 

After the initial shock, the details of the death in the family and the house that was now left to her were quickly told through half-sobs and half-laughs. An entire decade re-told in what seemed like brief moments and quick sighs. 

"Madison it's so good to talk to you again. You have no idea," she said towards the end of our conversation. I could hear her blowing her nose. 

"Same here Mary, I feel like we never stopped talking."

"Look... um... this really sucks and I know that you were good with Real Estate and stuff through you mom, would you mind coming over just to help me with some legal things?"

***

Three hours, one trip to the pre-school, one phone call to my husband and one kiss goodbye to a very whiny toddler, I was on Mary's block again. Wow, I thought. I couldn't believe that she had inherited all of this. I scanned the exterior as I shut my car door. Although the house was old and falling apart, it was worth at least twice what I made a year. 

I had to gingerly pick my way over the broken walkway that led up to the steps. A tipped-over cement birdbath lay to the side of the steps. I remember the day that Mary's mother, Virginia, had placed it there, much to her husband's dismay. I had agreed- it really was an ugly birdbath. 

I tried to ring the buzzer but nothing happened except I received a friendly electric shock from the plastic button. 

"Ouch!" I sucked on my index finger for a minute. I hate hate hated winter. 

I knocked on the side window loudly and was immediately hit with memories of throwing rocks at Mary's window just above the door. I looked up but it was now boarded-over. Nothing was left to remind of her purple curtains that would always blow out onto the short roof just above the red door. 

It's been almost twenty years now, but as soon as Mary swung open the brown door and came out to greet me, I remembered everything. It all rushed back in a gulp of smells and sounds; images that I had forgotten but now remembered clearer than when I had actually seen them. The pungent smells, the linoleum floors, the cat hairs spread methodically over certain areas of the carpet like snake patterns of white and grey. Twelve-year old Mary standing in the middle of her living room, screaming at her parents. Mary at thirteen crying in the kitchen because the mouse-trap actually killed a mouse, oozing its blood next to the refrigerator. My favorite cat, Blue, climbing up onto my bed where I slept next to Mary and demanding to be pet. Thomas, Mary's younger brother teaching me to play Nintendo in his small bedroom with no curtains and the curious neighbor who was later arrested for child pornography. 

That summer came back to me in a wave so strong that it brought tears to my eyes.

"Madison!" The much taller, long-haired Mary forgot all manners and flung herself into my hug. 

"Mary! You look the same!" And she really did, her hair was longer but still black with streaks of purple. Even though she was much older now she still wore a band t-shirt with jeans, and very little make-up.

"Look at you Maddie, all dressed up! You look amazing, even more beautiful than when I last saw you. Hurry up and come in before we freeze," she swept me into the house, never fully letting go of our hug. "I have some milk boiling for tea in the kitchen."

***

"Hey! New girl! Haven't you ever seen a milk carton before?" I looked up into the black eyes of a girl with purple bangs. 

"Um... no, kind of. I don't know. I'm sorry, is this your seat? I'll move-"

"Here," she quickly sat down next to me. "Its ok if I can tell you're new, but some of the other kids might be really mean to you." She took my milk carton and ripped it open, put the straw in it, and put it back on my tray. 

"Wow, thanks. How did you do that? I've tried and-"

"I'm Mary, what's your name?" She slapped hands with another girl that walked around the lunch table and sat across from us.

"I'm Madison. Nice to --"

"M and M, I like that. Like M&M's. Do you like M&M's Madison?"

***

This front porch was what stood out the strongest in my memory as I stepped inside and simultaneously recalled that long-forgotten summer. Maybe it was the smells that welcomed you like a burning blanket or the forever broken small windows on the sides of the porch letting the hot air lick your skin in the summer where air conditioning could not overpower. Mary's house was always dark, dark, dark. Dark with the ever-present hum of the air conditioning unit in the wall, leering out like a black monster, throwing angry cold into the room. Contradictory to memory, the house was now brightly lit with florescent lights that let me see things which before I wouldn't have been able to distinguish. The walls were covered in airy light pink wallpaper that clung to the corners like a thin lover. I followed Mary's tall frame as she led me into the kitchen where I could hear the tea kettle whistling. I remembered the walls in the kitchen were always lined with dozens of cookie jars, back then. 

***

For the rest of junior high and for most of high school we were known as the two M&M's. We always argued about which M came first, Mary or Madison. I argued it was me because alphabetically my name came first but I always let her win, I liked it when she won. She was the chocolaty and sometimes bitter inside, and I was the sweet and shiny, nicely labeled M, outside. She was soft and curvy, and I was the crunchy first impression, always bright, always shiny, always covering something. I was the better liar out of the two of us because I looked more innocent. I always covered her tracks when she did something bad. 

The time she dropped Virginia's cookie-jar out the second-floor window on purpose was a pretty bad one. Her mother had wanted to put Mary on more medication, but she had refused, so in defiance she had taken Virginia's favorite cookie jar and threw it out the window. Her mother was a collector and that one in particular was priceless to her. When she started screaming and asked what happened, I lied for my friend.

"Mrs. Holler, I am so so very sorry. It's completely my fault. It was really hot upstairs so I was trying to get cold by sitting next to the window and I wanted some cookies very badly so I came downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie jar. I know you don't normally keep cookies in this one, but I put just a few in it for me so if anyone wanted cookies from the other jar they could have some. And so I was upstairs eating cookies and I leaned over to say hi to Mr. Holler as he came into the house and I accidently dropped it. I am so very sorry Mrs. Holler." 

Virginia looked at me and then looked at her mad daughter. She never questioned why there were no cookies amongst the broken jar pieces on the sidewalk outside, but she accepted the lie. 

Mary had locked herself in her bathroom afterwards for two hours, ignoring my pleas and knocks on the door. When she came out, she had perfect little cuts along her forearm. 

"You didn't have to lie to that bitch. I could have handled her. Don't do that ever again," she looked at me, her eyes red and her arm still bleeding.

"Oh my God! Mary! What happened to-"

"I called your mom," she shut the door again. "She's waiting for you downstairs."

Mary didn't speak to me an entire day after I got home and I wasn't allowed back to her house for an entire week. Only when my mom replaced the cookie jar was I allowed to see my friend again.

***

"Do you want green tea or chamomile?" Mary asked as she poured milk into two suspiciously dirty mugs.

"Green please, and no sugar." I crossed my legs, my heels bumping against the wooden table legs. The two of us could just barely fit comfortably at the table. 

We stared at each other for a while, familiar friends that didn't recognize each other. 

"I heard that you're married now, you even have two boys!" She just lightly scrunched her nose which was the barest indication of her proclaimed hatred towards kids. 

***

The night that Mary turned thirteen there was a lunar eclipse. An eclipse that would happen only once in a lifetime, they said. Her parents wouldn't let us stay up late to watch it, so we had secretly made chocolate peanut butter sandwiches and then snuck out her bedroom window onto the back roof. We ate in speechless awe, laying on our backs with towels under our heads to soften the hardness of the tiled roof. 

We ran out of apple juice so Mary snuck back inside to get more. I heard her running quickly down the narrow stairs that led right into the kitchen. They weren't stairs that were meant for a warm home; they were meant for a dark dark place. Mary's room was in the attic, a conjoined bedroom with a kitchen and a bathroom, made to be a second upstairs apartment but never fully finished. Her room was up there - and the stairs were the pathway that let shadows and monsters in. We always ran up them really fast when going up to her room so if any thing was chasing us, it couldn't catch us. Her room was safe; we burned a lot of incense to keep it that way. Once inside, no monster could touch us. 

Mary came back onto the roof and settled back into her spot. She turned her head towards me and had a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Oh no Mary, I know that look. What did you do now?" 

"Madison," she was suddenly serious. "You have been like a sister to me. I only wish we could have been real sisters. Maybe in another lifetime, in another place, we were. Maybe that's why I feel so close to you," she smiled sweetly.

"You are my sister," I whispered in the dark, dark night.

"Do you want to be blood sisters?" She pulled a kitchen knife from the window ledge.

"What? Mary! Put that back, you know knives scare me! Cut it out! What are you doing?" She grabbed my hand and cut open my palm. "Oww! Mary! What the hell are you doing??" Tears began to stream down my face. 

"Relax! We're becoming blood sisters!" She did the same to her palm, and then grabbed mine in hers. "See? We're now blood related. If I need a transfusion or something, I'm going to call my sister."

After the initial shock I held her hand back, wiping my nose with the back of my sleeve. "Sisters?"

"Forever," she kissed my cheek.

"Forever," I kissed her back. "But you could have at least warned me!" I whined.

"Yea, but you wouldn't have done it; you're too big of a pussy!"

"Am not!"

"Are too! Madison, the goody-two-shoes!"

"Shut up! If I have to be your sister can you at least not be so annoying?"

"Ok, I'll try. But now, we have to make each other a promise. If we're really old and we --"

"How old?"

"I don't know, like forty?"

"Ok, when we're forty-"

"We're still going to be best friends, of course. When we're forty, and if we're still single, we have to promise that we will marry each other!"

"Why do we have to marry each other?"

"So that we can get old people's pay and so that no man could ever steal me away from you."

"Ok, I promise, that if we're forty and both still single, we'll marry each other. Can we have pets though?"

"Yes! Yes, we will be the sexy forty-something old grandmas on the block with at least ten cats! And at Halloween, we'll give the best candy to the kids!"

"We have to never forget what it's like to be a child...that way we won't be mean to our kids in the future. Maybe your mom would understand you better if she remembered, maybe she just forgot-"

"I hate my mom," she wrapped a towel around her palm, "and I really hate kids. I am never going to have any!" She vowed. 

"You'll change your mind," I said, holding my now aching palm between my legs. 

"Never." 

***

"I'm sorry that we had to meet under such depressing circumstances," Mary apologized, stirring her tea idly.

"I'm so sorry about your mother. I heard in college that your father died, and now Virginia, that's horrible. I'm sorry I didn't try and contact you then," I looked down at my tea, not knowing what to say. Would I have called her? Why didn't I?

"It's ok," she looked back up at me, her black bangs moving as she blinked. "You're here now." She reached across the table and squeezed my arm. I noticed small cut marks and scars up her arms to her sleeves, disappearing below the fabric. 

"I feel like I didn't even really know your parents that well. When is the funeral?"

Like I would have gone to the funeral. Maybe out of respect to my friend, but Virginia was a stranger to me. She was also like a mother, yes, but a very inattentive and distant mother. The only times I had real interaction with her was when she would force pills down her daughter's throat for depression or anxiety or bi-polar disease. Who has anxiety at twelve? 

"Its tomorrow," she pulled her arm back, continuing to stir her tea. 

I was hoping she wouldn't ask me to come. 

She didn't. Instead we went over the details of the house, how much I thought it would sell for. 

"Do you really want to sell the house?" I asked. 

When she looked back up at me, there were small puddles forming in her eyes.

"I've had nothing but bad memories here, Maddie," I smiled at her per name for me. "I really would just like to get rid of it, the house, the memories. All of them, except the ones with you." She was all seriousness again, looking right at me from across the table. "The only reason I'm even here today, was because you were my friend and the only person that loved me. I don't think I would have survived without you." 

Memories of dragging Mary's red body out of the bathtub came rushing back to me. The ambulance, the doctors, her parents, all of them asking questions I couldn't begin to answer. More therapy for Mary. Virginia feeding her more pills. Stealing the razors from her bathroom, hiding knives, always expecting the worst. 

"Mary, you know that's not true. There are so many people that loved you then," I lied. "Don't sell the house just because you hated your parents. This place is going to be worth a lot in a few years."

She didn't say anything after that, just grabbed my hand across the table and kissed it. I smiled. It was from when we were twelve and we'd practice kissing boys on each other's hands. 

"It's late Maddie, your son is waiting for you to pick him up." 

We both awkwardly got up, avoiding eyes, avoiding knowing glances. 

I stepped out onto the cold porch with Mary behind me. 

***

Mary walked behind me onto the porch, wanting to wait with me until my mom came to pick me up. I couldn't wait to get my driver's license next week. No more of this being driven around crap. We carefully avoided eye contact and I made sure I knew exactly how many tiles were on the floor. No, 57 cannot possibly be correct. I should count them again. 

"Maddie, I'm sorry for what I said," she was looking at her hands. "I just don't understand why you have to date him. Bryan, he's nice, but he's not for you." 

"Oh and why not? You're just jealous because you don't have a boyfriend! Or girlfriend! Mary, I don't even know what you like these days but you're just jealous!" 

"I'm not jealous!" She raised her voice a little. "I just miss my friend! Where's my friend?? I don't even see you anymore!!"

"And you're not going to if you keep calling my boyfriend a masochistic whore!" I yelled back. "Get your own boyfriend and then talk to me about it!"

"I don't want a boyfriend, Maddie!! I just want --"

"What?!? You want a nice girl then?!"

"No!" She was on her feet now, moving closer to me. "I only want you!" And then she leaned down and kissed me. 

I pushed her away from me and stood up, running for the front steps, running out onto the sidewalk. "Mary! Ew! I'm never coming back here again! You're horrible!" My mom was just pulling up as I ran out. 

"I hate you Mary! I hate you! I cannot believe you just did that! I'm never going to see you again!" I got inside my mom's car and slammed the door. 

***

I got into my car and started the engine. Right before I pulled away I looked up onto the porch and waved at Mary. Right before I blinked it was fifteen year old Mary again, waving at me as I drove away in my mom's car. 

The steering wheel turned away from her house and I left my memories and my childhood behind. How could I have forgotten all of this? How am I going to forget it again?

Mary's Adventure



Part One: THE OFFICE

"Mary! David! Get in my office - - NOW!" Jim yelled, his face crimson with anger.

David's new to all this tension, but I've worked at the corporate office for years now, so I am used to Jim's end-of-quarter outbursts. He yells, he barks, he drips sweat all over, but in the end he calms down and eventually finishes the financial report and sends it on up the chain. But David hasn't been through this before. He's really young, and only gets to the central office a couple times a year, and this is the first time that Jim has taken a direct aim at him. David works for me, and is a great employee, but he doesn't have the experience to stand up to someone like Jim. We walk briskly to Jim's office, but there's no color left in David's face as we walk through the door. 

"Shut the door and sit down." Jim said sternly. "David, what the fuck happened last quarter? How can you go from having 8% growth to a negative 15% in just three months??!! Mary, how come I didn't know about this in time to do something? I could have made changes in the region, or something, and now I'm just screwed. Instead of it just being David's ass, now it's going to be yours and mine as well!" The tension was palpable, and I hoped David was smart enough to stay quiet and let me take the lead. If not, Jim would eat him alive. 

"Jim," I said calmly, "I understand why you're upset, and David and I are not going to leave you hanging. One of two things had to happen: either the data's wrong, or there was a mis-timing in order entry for one of our major subscription customers. David's got a strong region, and every daily report and every weekly report indicated that we were on track for a good quarter. Your report's not due at HQ until next Tuesday, so give me 24 hours to get to the bottom of this." I think I sounded confident, but my stomach was a mess, and David had some serious explaining to do.

"24 hours." That's all Jim said. He looked back to his report, rudely indicating that our meeting was over.

"David, I'll have accounting run a full set of new reports that we can work from. There's not much we can do here at the central office, so you and I are going to drive down to Colorado Springs and work on the raw data in your office. The Denver Inverness Park traffic gets pretty tough after 2, so let's try to leave by 1. You can drive. Why don't you go get some lunch, and we'll hit this fresh on the drive down."

David looks at me, still obviously shaken from Jim's scolding. "Mary, I'm so sorry for all this. I just don't understand what happened. But I'll make this right. Thanks for handling Jim. If it's OK with you, I'd like to go for a quick run, since my stomach's too messed up to eat. It'll clear my head, too," David said, his voice still a bit shaky and raspy from his stress-dried throat. Despite being upset with David, it was cute to see him so vulnerable, just like a little puppy that had just gotten spanked.

"Go run," I said. "But I need something to eat. I'll see you a little before 1."

As always, working with the bean counters took way longer than it should have, and I didn't make it to the sandwich shop until almost a quarter to one. I usually don't eat this way, but the hotdogs look so good. I grab a couple to go, alone with a bag of corn chips and a diet soda. 

I head back to the office and press the button to call the elevator. These elevators are painfully slow, and the door finally opens. I wait for several people to get off, and then walk in and hit the 34th floor. Just as the door finally starts closing, a hand waves through the almost-closed door, and sends the doors lumbering back open. My annoyance is interrupted when I see the hand belongs to David. He has just come back from his run, and he is still breathing hard and is in his running gear. He's listening to his headphones and seems to be in his own world. I don't even think he recognizes it's me in the elevator. As if by instinct, he reaches up and hits the 34 button, too.

I'm standing a bit behind him, and to his left side. We are both facing forward. He's looking thoughtlessly at the elevator door, but I'm admiring him.

David's probably late twenties, and at least 10 years younger than me. He's maybe 6 feet tall, and has the build of a well-toned athlete. I'd say more like an Olympic swimmer or volleyball player than a body builder. His hair is pretty short for business, but has just enough wave and unruliness to express a youthful, energetic attitude. Although I can't see them now, he has the deepest green eyes I've ever seen, and they sparkle with joy when he talks about skiing or his new 4x4 Jimmy truck. As my eyes work slowly down his body, I can see the sharp muscle definition in his shoulders and back. He's wearing a loose cotton shirt, but it is glued tightly to his torso with sweat. As he stands, his arms and shoulders move slightly as he reacts to his music, and with each motion, a ripple of muscle first reacts and then disappears again. His back slopes from the broadness of his shoulders to a sexy narrowness just above his hips. His stomach is completely flat, and looks like its rock hard, and there are little diagonal lines formed on the side of his stomach from just below his rib cage to his waistband. Even though I can't make out the other ab lines, I believe they must be there!

His shirt is tucked loosely into the waistband of his running shorts. His shorts are also wet with sweat, and make the satiny material almost translucent. The material hangs loosely over his muscular butt, exposing just a bit of the curvature of his rear-end. On most guys these shorts would be too short, but they look great on him. His lean legs extend from the shorts, with each individual muscle tense and ready to be called into action. Especially after his run, I can see every muscle in his thighs and calves. His legs are nicely tanned, and have very little hair. His shorts have a small "v" slit at the side, and his tan continues all the way to the top of the opening. I suspect he must do his tanning either in a really skimpy swim suit, or maybe in nothing at all. My eyes move anxiously to the front of his shorts, and I notice my breathing has become just a bit deeper and faster. The flatness of his stomach extends through his groin, so the shorts lay loosely over his front. The loose material makes heavy creases in his shorts, frustrating my view. As I search the folds of material for a hint of his manhood, I see a slight movement deep in his left shorts-leg. As I scan the crease for more movement, I wonder what's causing the stirring in his shorts. My fantasy is cut short as I feel the elevator slow toward its destination. As I look up, David's head jerks and his eyes dart away from me to avoid contact. I flush and feel the blanket of embarrassment cloak my whole body as I realize he was watching me stare at his groin. Thankfully, the door opens and without a word he quickly exits. Despite my embarrassment, I can't help but watch the graceful rise and fall of each butt-cheek as he moves down the hall. With a more than a little pride (and a bit of guilt!), I realize that I just aroused a hot twenty-something guy. 

I've always liked David, and have on several occasions noticed how cute he was. Many times, at meetings or at work-socializing events, I've caught him lustfully looking at me. Usually my breasts. And I really can't blame him for that!! I'm about 5-7 with a well-toned, but soft body. I have large, firm breasts, and I love to wear bras or undergear that accentuate my cleavage, and that help point my sharp nipples up and in. Knowing he's physically attracted to me has always made me feel good, but this is the first time I have felt a tingle as I looked at him, and the first time he's ever seem me look at him this way. 

I walk back to my desk, and take out the bag of chips and soda, and start eating while I wait for David to shower. Just the thought of him in the shower, with soap cascading down his chest and legs, makes me shudder. My tingling becomes more intense as I imagine his soapy hands caressing himself clean. I hope he's thinking of me as he strokes the soap away. My one hand is slowly finding and lifting corn chips into my mouth, but the other has subtly slipped under my desk, and is lightly rubbing me as I think of David. Despite it being winter, I'm wearing a peasant top and a short plaid skirt. I'm wearing a thin black sweater, not so much because it's cold, but because my top is a little too revealing for the office. The neckline plunges into a v-neck, exposing more than just a little of my cleavage. Even though I'm wearing a bra, as I look down I can see my nipples are extending through my top's material. Even though David is an employee and subordinate of mine, and so off limits to me, the thought of him has me really excited.

I pull myself away from these thoughts, and look up to the wall clock. I'm surprised to see David, and catch his eyes furiously darting away from my chest. The thought of his longingly looking at my breasts brings another strong shudder, especially now that he knows that I look at him, too. He acts nonchalant and pretends to be looking at the stack of reports, "Mary, are you ready to go?" he says with just a little stammering. "The weather's starting to turn ugly, and there's talk the highway patrol is going to shut down I-25. We better get going."

Part Two: THE DRIVE We head out of downtown Denver and start heading toward our Colorado Springs office. It's usually only about an hour's drive, but it's starting to snow, and the road toward the Springs can get to be a mess pretty quickly in April. 

Our drive is oddly quiet. David and I can usually talk about anything, but I'm enjoying just sitting here bathing in the sexual tension. It's funny, but I know he's thinking about me, and he knows that I'm thinking about him, but neither one of us wants to be the first to admit it. We're about 20 miles from the Springs office when David finally turns on the radio. His new Jimmy 4x4 has a great sound system, so he cranks up some good rock music. We're only driving about 15 mph now, and we can barely see in front of the truck. He turns down the radio to concentrate, just as a road alert comes on to announce that the interstate to Colorado Springs is being shut down in both directions due to whiteout conditions. "Fuck," he mumbles, "this isn't good. I have no idea where the road is!"

Just as he said that, the front end of the truck drops and we begin falling down a steep embankment. I gasp, but it's happening so slowly that a scream would have been out of place. After a few seconds, the truck comes to a gentle stop at the bottom of the ditch, buried in a snow drift up to the middle of each window. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," he mumbles again, "We're going to be here for a while."

Being stuck in the snow with David is not all that bad. He's an avid outdoorsman, so had one really big emergency "space blanket", and several bottles of water. And this was just a springtime storm, so it would likely blow over by late tonight or early tomorrow. "Let's get in the back seat so we can huddle together," he said. "We'll throw the emergency blanket over us, which should keep us plenty warm. I wish I would have eaten something back in Denver, 'cause I'm starving now."

"I have a couple hotdogs we can share," I offer as I pull the bag from the front seat. "It's starting to get cold. Let's get under the blanket and eat." 

He's wearing a nice cotton dress shirt and pleated khaki pants, but I still only have my skirt, top, and light sweater. Neither one of has our winter coat on, but they are in the back if we need them. David is leaning up against the passenger side door, and I slide up next to his shoulder, so that our sides are in full contact. I fold my bare legs on the seat, and tuck in the blanket to help keep them warm. We secure the blanket around us, and settle into have our hotdogs. David is very athletic, and his toned muscles and warm breath generate a lot of heat. In this position I was surprisingly warm, almost hot. 

We finish our hotdogs and talk for awhile. Mostly small talk, but he did tell me that his long-term girl friend suddenly left him just before Halloween. After a little pressing, it seems he came home from work one day, and walked in as his girlfriend was finishing-up going down on his best friend. After some awkward confrontation, his old friend quickly stuffed himself back into his pants, and David's "friend" and "girlfriend" left together, and he's seen neither of them since. He not only lost his girl that day, but what had been a good friend, as well. He hasn't dated anyone since then. 

I really feel badly for David. He's such a nice guy to get screwed like that, but I feel good that he's able to share something so personal with me. I did a quick estimate, and figure he's not been with a woman for 6 months or so. I'm sure he takes care of himself quite often, but he's still got to crave being with a real woman. No matter how well he might masturbate, I know the strokes of his own hand can't replace a woman's warm sucking or slippery thrusts. As the sun fades away and the last light dims, I take one last scan of his firm, lean body. He doesn't know it yet, but tomorrow's going to be a really good day for him. And me too.

I must have slept for several hours, because the sun was fully out when I woke, filling our blanket-covered cocoon with light. My head was still on David's shoulder, but my right hand had fallen to his leg. David still had the steady, rhythmic breathing of sleep, and I did not want to disturb him. As my eyes adjust, I notice a huge bulge in his khakis. I almost laugh out loud as my eyes trace the outline from the middle of his pants to all the way into the middle of his left pocket. His size and hardness are obvious, even through the thick pants material. Like most women, I've always considered it one of my relationship obligations to take care of a guy's morning wood. I've popped plenty of morning erections in my life, but this is the best one I've ever seen.

As I continue to stare at his hard-on, I decide that this is as good a time as any to make a move. There's almost no risk he would be able to reject my assault, as a man with morning wood is entirely controlled by his penis. So, I figure I'll start by gently rubbing my hand on him through his pants, and then open his button and unzip him. I'll release the snake, and give him a little handjob action as I take my panties off. I suppose I'll give him some light sucking, but I don't want him popping too quickly. So, I plan to get on top of him and get his member in me as fast as possible. With me on top, I should be able to direct his hand how to rub me, and I can adjust the pace to get us both off at about the same time. With my plan set, I wait for David to wake, but keep a close eye on his wood to make sure the swelling doesn't go down. By this time, the tingling between my legs has turned to an intense and steady throbbing.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, David's breathing changes, and he makes a little grunting sound as he comes out of his slumber. As he stretches his arms, I let my hand drop to his thigh, and start edging it toward his member. His breathing stops, and his body tenses. I know he's trying to figure out if the movement of my hand is just accidental, or if I'm really going to touch him. Although I savor the anticipation he must be feeling, I'm going to give him his answer very soon, as my hand is only a couple inches from his head.

My hand steadily moves toward him, and as it brushes against the tip of his shaft, he finally releases his trapped air in a deep sigh, and lets out a soft, almost desperate "ohh". I feel the rush of pleasure and anticipation as I know that he's going to let me take him. My mind is spinning with arousal, and I put my fingers gently around him, and stroke back from his head and along the shaft so that my hand comes to rest on his pant's button. David slouches so that he sits more toward the edge of the seat, giving me simpler access to his pants and zipper. I even feel his hips lift up a bit, as he tries to encourage me to hurry along. But my plan for our pleasure is interrupted by voices, and then a loud RAP on the window. 

My hand pulls away from David, and I hear him mutter "Really? Rescued now? You got to be kidding??" I never thought someone could be so disappointed to be rescued!! "Can we continue this later?", he asks as he pulls the blanket off us. 

"We'll see," I softly respond. But the throbbing in my groin confirms that I'll have him in me as soon as I can. But he doesn't need to know that.

I grab my suitcase and we jump into the back seat of the highway patrol car. We drink hot coffee and munch on sandwiches in silence. I'm pretty sure he stayed erect for the whole drive to his house. 

Part Three: DAVID'S HOUSE The officer dropped us off in front of David's house. We walk in, and he goes over to turn the heat and several lights on. "I need a shower. How about you," he asks. 

"Yeah, that would be good," I respond.

"You can use my spare room. My ex left a lot of her stuff in there, and I've not been able to clean it out yet, so maybe you can find anything that you forgot to bring," David said as he led me to the spare-bedroom door. He walks in with me, and pulls a towel from the closet, and turns on some more lights. The closet is a small walk-in, and is about half full of very petite, stylish woman's clothing. A few belts and accessories hang from the wall, and several boxes sit on the upper shelf.

"What's that?" I ask as I point to a very skimpy red plaid dress.

"My ex was going to go to a Halloween party with me as a slutty cheerleader," he offers. "But we broke up just before the party. It's never been worn, but I don't know what to do with it. Not a real practical piece of clothing!" 

"Yeah, it's not something I would want to wear to the office!" I add.

"All the shampoos and soaps are in that cabinet, and here's a towel. I'm hungry, so I'll make us a better breakfast right after we shower. See you in a few," David said as cheerfully as he could. I could tell talking about his ex's stuff made him sad, but I'm going to make sure he feels much better soon.

I start arranging things for my shower, and hear the water turn on in David's room. After a few seconds, I hear his shower door click open, and then snap shut with a loud clang. My thoughts flash to David's naked body standing in the stream of warm water, and I visualize the way his back-muscles ripple as he lifts his hands to shampoo his hair, and the way the suds tumbles down his body as he rinses. I imaging him running a bar of soap over himself, and enjoying the way it slides and slips across his skin. The image makes ripple after ripple of pleasure flow through me, and I feel the tension of arousal overwhelming me.

I quickly take off all my clothes, and turn on my water. Suddenly, I'm hit with the thought that David is all alone with his overly-aroused penis, and I don't want him to take care of himself while I'm in his house!! I slam the water off, and rush toward his room, not even taking my towel. As I enter his room I can see the shower stall, and even though the walls are steamy, I get a clear view of his magnificent body. He's facing away from the shower head, letting the water hit his back and shoulders, and cascade down his butt and legs. There's no soap on him, so it looks like he is just standing and soaking in the hot water. His eyes are closed, and he's not seen or heard me yet. As I feared, he has one hand flicking a nipple, and the other hand is gripped around his penis, and is slowly moving up and down his shaft in slow, steady strokes. With the slow pace of his stroking, and the calm look on his face, it's clear that he's just started masturbating. Of course, as young and aroused as he is, he could pop pretty fast.




Mary's Adventure



The view of David masturbating makes me even hotter, and I desperately want to rush to him and pull his hands off his dick and nipple, and put them on my breasts. Once in the shower, I'd lift my leg and put it on the shower bench and put one hand on his butt and forcefully pull his whole body to me, and use my other hand to direct him into my aching opening. As I put him in me, I'd place my lips on his, and then we'd kiss deeply as our bodies thrust together. The sound of the running water would be lost to the sharp slaps as our groins and thighs pound together, faster and faster, until our moans of ecstasy erupted in a final crescendo. But, my fantasy cools as I think of how aroused he is, and how little stimulation it's going to take to get him off right now. Any sex with him now would be way to quick, and would likely disappoint us both. Despite my aching need for him (and wasting a really good shower fantasy!), I know the next minute must be about him.

"Wanta hand with that??", I ask. His eyes fly open, and his hand jumps away from his dick. He turns and faces me, startled and starting to turn bright red. But, he doesn't try to cover himself, and within a couple seconds he settles down and opens the shower door.

"I was just thinking about you. Good timing," he said as I reach up and put my arms tightly around his neck. I put my lips on his, and we share a soft but intense kiss. As I kiss him, I lower my hands to his nipples, and begin lightly flicking and playing with them. He seems to really enjoy it, and gives off a deep and satisfied groan. His erection is pressed into my leg, and I feel him moving it ever so slightly forward and back. 

"No masturbating when I'm around. I'm just going to jack you off as quick and as hard as I can!" I said, trying to hide that I hated wasting his massive erection on a handjob. He has a bottle of Astroglide lubricant on the shelf, so I pick it up and squirt a generous amount into my right hand. I pull him out of the water stream, and wrap my slick hand around him. My fingers don't even reach all the way around him, and he's long enough that I could easily use two hands to stroke him at the same time, and still not hold his entire length. Even though its size is impressive, it's the hardness that takes my breath away. It's as hard as the shaft of a bat, and so stiff that I can feel every vein. His head is perfectly shaped, and really shiny. The lubricant lets my hand slip effortlessly over his entire length, even though I'm gripping him as tightly as I can. 

With each stroke, I feel his rim slide past each of my fingers until his head pops out from between my thumb and forefinger. He seems to enjoy this downward stroke the most, although it's at the end of the upward stroke where drops of his precum emerge and sit waiting for the next stroke. His breathing almost immediately becomes heavy, and he gives off a steady stream of increasingly satisfied sounds. I stroke him, quickly gaining speed and intensity, and he becomes more vocal as his hips begin thrusting in time with my quickening rhythm. After probably less than 30 seconds of stroking, he utters a faint "I'm cumming", and he stops breathing. There are a few seconds while his load builds, and his head appears to grow even bigger and harder. The first spurt is small, barely having enough force to fly away from the head, and it lands on my knee. But, the second spurt is the biggest and most powerful I've ever seen. A thick long stream shoots from his cum gun, and splashes loudly against the shower door, causing it to rattle as if it were orgasming, too. Spurt after spurt follow, each being a little less powerful than the previous, until he's empty. I look with amazement at the mess he's made in the shower, and anxiously anticipate what it's going to feel like to have him cum in me.

"God, that was intense", he moans. "It's so good to find a woman that can give a great handjob. I know this did nothing for you, and I'll make it up to you right after breakfast, if you can wait that long. Can you wait or do you want me to go down on you and make you cum now?"

"I can wait. I still have more plans ahead for you," I say as I rinse the lubricant and cum off my hand. "I'm going to go finish my shower in the other room. I'll see you in the kitchen in a few."

I go back to the spare room and finish my shower. I dry off, blow dry my hair, and put on deodorant and a light mist of perfume. I go to the closet and pull out the cheerleader outfit. It's a tiny one piece outfit, but it fits perfectly. It has open sides that are laced together with thin leather straps, and has a push-up front that barely covers my nipples. The dress portion is almost non-existent, and leaves much of my rear-end exposed. I can't find a pair of panties that work with this outfit, so I just decide not to wear any.

I stand in front of the full length mirror, and admire the way I look. My breasts are full and firm, and the outfit pushes them up to magnify my cleavage. Maybe not today, but sometime this weekend I would expect David's penis to be moving back and forth between my breasts, and he's long enough that its head might easily make it into my mouth at the end of each stroke. My stomach is flat and toned, and flows gracefully to my groin. I lift the little skirt portion to expose my fully lubricated and glistening pussy. It's small and tight, and knows how to please a man (and me!!). I'm so aroused that my inner lips are fully exposed and open, and the shiny tip of my clit has already peeked out from its hood. I stick just an inch or so of a finger into me and slide it up and down my slit, confirming that its hot, wet, and slippery. I turn to look at my butt, which is round and smooth, and extends beautifully from under the outfit. After fucking me in this outfit, David will never think of that ex again!!

As I walk toward the kitchen, the smells of a good breakfast fill the air. Eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. All great smells, and it's going to taste so good, especially after fucking the crap out of David. He may think he wants breakfast after unloading himself during my quick handjob, but when he sees this outfit, I suspect he's going to want me first. 

I enter the kitchen, and David turns to see me. He's holding a big cup of coffee, which falls out of his hands and breaks on the floor. "Oh my God", he stammers. "That is so hot." He carefully steps over the broken glass, and turns all the burners off. "I can't wait any longer. I need to be in you," he said urgently, as he reaches for his pant's button. As he walks toward me, he unbuttons his pants and jams the zipper down. His pants fall off him to the floor, and he steps out of them. In the next couple steps, he rips off his shirt, and grabs the elastic band of his boxers. He violent pulls them off, and his massive member springs to action. Despite cumming just a few minutes before, he is fully erect and as big and hard as when I stroked him off.

As David approaches, his hard-on bouncing with excitement, I jump up a bit and sit on the edge of his kitchen table. I lay down flat, with my knees spread and my feet dangling toward the floor. David gets the not-so-subtle hint, and pulls a kitchen chair from against the wall, and sets it between my legs. He hands me a pillow so I can prop up a little. He sits down in the chair, and lifts my dress slightly. "Your turn," he says, as he begins leaning forward. I close my eyes, let my head sink into the pillow, and relax.

I normally like a little foreplay before oral sex, but I'm so hot right now I just want David to dive in. And he does. He takes the palm of his hand and sets it on my pussy, and gently presses and rotates it. He takes each outer lip between his fingers, and kneads and presses the soft skin. His fingers explore the area between my outer and inner lips, making me beg for him to hurry up. His fingers finally get to my inner lips, and he massages them first like a piece of playdo, and then slightly separates them so he can massage each alone. His fingers enter me, and he continues exploring the sides of my opening, and I feel him searching for my G spot. David's fingers are now moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. I feel his other hand set down on my lower stomach, and his fingers begin caressing the side of my hood. I feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth surrounds my entire clit area. The rhythmic stroke of his fingers on my clit is replaced by the warmer, wetter sliding of David's tongue.

I lie there, quietly moaning in ecstasy, as the waves of pleasure mount toward the building orgasmic tension. He's relocated my g-spot, and coordinates its massage with the tongue strokes he's lashing across my clit. I pull my top down to free my breasts, and rub my nipples as the pleasure in my pussy becomes nearly unbearable.

"I want you in me." I hear myself say. Immediately, and in a single swift motion, David stands up while circling his arms under my knees, and lifts my legs onto his shoulders. As he stands, I feel his hard cock brush against my inner thigh. His strong arms grab and lift my bottom, and he easily pulls my whole body closer to the edge of the table, and his penis comes to rest on my stomach just below my bellybutton. He teases his head up and down in my slit, and then pauses with the head just barely in me. I try to move my hips to take him in, but his head stays uselessly parked at my opening. "Fuck me. Fuck me now," I beg.

"OK," is all he said, as his dick slowly and deliberately plunges into me. My opening can barely expand to take him in, and the sensation of being filled up overwhelms me. He continues to push into me for what seems like an eternity. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper he goes, there seems to be no end to his length. Finally, I feel his head slam into my cervix, and he still keeps pushing in. As he hits bottom, he lets out a deep groan. He slowly pulls it out, until the head comes out of me, giving off a slurpy popping sound as my pussy grudgingly releases it. He repeatedly plunges all the way in, and then takes himself completely out. With every stroke as he moves into me, I sound off a load moan, and at the depth of each plunge, he lets out a sensual "ohh." He changes to a steady in-out-in-out rhythm, and puts one hand on my breast and his other hand on my clit. I lift my head to watch him enter me. As he drives into me, I can see a slight rise in my lower stomach as my insides expand and rearrange to accept him. I put my hand just below my bellybutton, and with each stroke, my hand can feel his penetration. I press downward firmly, and the feeling of fullness intensifies even more as he finishes his stroke. As he continues to steadily pound me, he plays with my nipples, and runs his finger up and down the length of my clit. His breathing becomes heavier, and he seems ready to pop. 

He suddenly stops all motion, and begs in a breathy voice, "Don't move." I lay perfectly still, and can feel his penis twitching in me. I feel the warmth of his liquid, but he doesn't act or sound like he's cumming. We lie still for a few seconds. "That was close. No one has ever got me ready to cum so fast. Your pussy feels amazing." With that, he re-starts his long, deep strokes, with his spilt cum lubricating us both and making his strokes even silkier. 

After a couple more minutes, he pulls his penis out, and grabs my arms, lifting me off the table. My legs are still over his shoulders, and he carries me to his couch. He sits down, and lifts me high enough that my legs come off his shoulders, and my knees now straddle his legs. As I put my arms tightly around his neck, he uses one of his hands to put his rod back into me. I press strongly into him, burying his dick in me. I continue to drive him in and out of me, enjoying being in control. But, soon he forcefully grabs my waist and starts lifting me up and down at his pace, as if I were a plastic blow-up doll. Even though I'm on top, his strength controls the depth and speed of every stroke. At his whim, he stops thrusting my body, and rotates us both so he can lie down flat on the couch.

In a quick motion he lifts me from sitting on his dick, and drops me onto his face, with one of my knees on each side of his head. His tongue is almost instantly in me, lapping up our juices and intensely thrashing my clit. I reach back and start manually stroking his penis, which is fully wet and slippery. He eats me for a long time, rhythmically licking and sucking my clit, while driving his fingers in and out of me. Although this would make for a great orgasm, I really want him in me when I cum. "I want you in me," I demand. Immediately he lifts me off his face, and moves me to the side of the couch so that I stand on the floor. Without saying a word, he also quickly stands up, then grabs my waist and lifts me off the ground, lays me face-up on the couch, and fully bends my knees. He spreads my knees as far wide apart as they can go, and he kneels between them. He is incredibly intense now, and moving with a wild but deliberate cadence. His earlier gentleness is gone, and his green eyes burn with animal passion. He's not making love to me anymore, he's moved on to pure lustful fucking. His aggression and total control over me makes me even hotter, and I'm ready to take his final pounding. He's completely aroused, and I know our orgasms are just moments away. 

He leans over and gives my clit a few hard but quick kisses and licks, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. He rises up, and starts firmly rotating his finger around my clit, stimulating its entire surface with each turn. His penis presses against my slit, which welcomes him in with no resistance. He maintains a deep but steady stroke, and lightly pinches each of my nipples in succession. The tension rises in my pussy until I feel my hips pushing into the couch as my back instinctively arches. I feel my pussy tighten its grip on him, and time stops as my body stiffens. In an instant, my back slams toward the couch, my pussy violently contracts, and I scream out the sharp sounds of ecstasy. Wave after wave of spasm flow through my body, each wave releasing a fresh torrent of pleasure. After what seems like forever, the spasms slow, and the glow of sexual satisfaction starts to take over. I almost forgot about David as I orgasmed, but I regain my focus in time to see his head lean back as he makes his final thrusts. He buries his penis into me, and I feel his first blast splash into the bottom of my pussy. He continues his thrusts, but they are shallower, and he stops his movement momentarily for each spasm. Even though he came less than 20 minutes ago, he pumps out at least 8 or 9 spurts. He doesn't make much noise as he cums, but I sense each spasm and I feel the warmth my on thighs as my pussy overflows.  David's body relaxes, and for the first time I feel his erection subsiding. He gently pulls himself out of me. "That was so amazing. Sorry about the mess." He walks to the kitchen to get a towel. He puts the towel on me, and gently wipes me dry, and gives my pussy, and then my lips, a short kiss. "Ready for breakfast now???" he asks. 

Part Four: THE LOCAL OFFICE Breakfast was uneventful. We were both completely satisfied, but the urgency of Jim's message weighed on both of us. I grabbed my updated accounting reports, and we jumped in David's Jeep. Colorado Springs was mostly shut down, but the snowplows were out on the major roads. With David's Jeep, we easily made it to our Springs office. The office was closed because of the storm, but we needed to get to the bottom of this. 

We go into the eerily quiet office, and walk past Jim's remote office. Jim, having a huge ego (but likely a really small dick), demands an office in every branch, even though he gets out here maybe twice a year. We set up our documents in the conference room, and get comfortable for the day's work. David grabs one of the reports, and gives it a quick scan. "Something's wrong with March 31. I know we booked over a million that day, and the report only shows a few thousand." He walks into the room next door, and unlocks a big fireproof filing cabinet. He pulls out a stack of invoices, and thumbs through them. I look over his shoulder, and the problem is obvious, and easy. "All these invoices got booked into the second quarter, even though they were received on March 31," he said, obviously relieved. 

I pulled out my calculator, and ran a few numbers. "When these get properly booked, you'll be back to almost 10% growth. You're back to being my stud manager!! I'll call accounting on Monday."

I grab his hand and lead him out of the invoice room. "You need to celebrate, and I have just the party for you," I said. I walked him into Jim's office, and moved him so he was next to Jim's big ugly chair. I stared deeply into his beautiful green eyes, and dropped my hands to the button on his blue jeans. I undid his pants, and quickly unzipped him. His jeans fell to the ground, and he anxiously stepped out of them. I put my hands inside his boxers, feeling the firm roundness of his butt. As I drop to my knees, I run my hands down his legs, forcing his boxers to the ground. His penis was already hard, and proudly sprang to life for the third time this morning. I re-grab his butt, and pull him toward me. I open my mouth and suck him in as far as I can. I can tell he is shocked with how fast we went from invoices to sucking, and it's taking him awhile to get into it. After just a few very aggressive sucks, I stand up and take off my skirt and panties. I sit in Jim's ugly chair, and slouch forward so my pussy is at the edge of the chair. I spread my legs wide apart, and lift my knees over the arm rests. David moves to between my legs, and drops to his knees. As his mouth nears me, I grab his hair and lift him up. "Just fuck me. Hard and fast," I demand. 

I didn't need to ask twice. David stands and moves his penis into position. I lean back, positioning my pussy for his easy entry. Even with only a couple minutes of arousal, he slips easily into me, and he pounds in and out of me as if he hasn't had sex for weeks. I know he won't last long at this pace, so I begin aggressively fingering my clit. After only a couple minutes, David's head flies back, and his hips make a final push into me. He lets out a faint but intense guttural noise, and I feel him cumming in me. With him cumming first, I can really feel the spasms as his jizz pumps into me. Just as his dick pumps its last liquid, my waves start. I feel him pull out, and I scream with pleasure. The pulsations are intense, and with each contraction I can feel his fluid being forced out of me and onto Jim's chair.

As I come back from my orgasm to reality, David is standing over me, admiring the loads of cum splattered and dripped over Jim's chair. "A little present for our leader," he said.

It's been a good day, and I'll be with David for the entire weekend. He can't even image the number of times we'll be cumming over the next 48 hours.



Mary's Adventures Pt. 01



-Have you been talking to your ex again?

-Yeah, he texted me last night 

-You replied?

-We were chatting for a couple of hours. 

-Oh girl. When are you going to end this story?

-I don't know. I think he still likes me. 

-But you don't, do you?

-Wish I knew. 

-You had a relationship twice and both times you didn't last more than three months. And both times you were the one to end it

-We were young then. 

-Yeah sure, tell me about it. 

-Come on, we were at high school 

-I'll tell you what. You are gonna date him again and after two or three months you'll tell him that you like your freedom and you're not the "relationship" type. 

-Probably you're right, but...

-But?

-I think something has changed this time.

-Nothing has changed, trust me. And how do you know that he still likes you? I think that he is fed up with you

-He isn't. 

-I doubt it. 

-Look I've got to tell you something. 

-Is it serious?

-Oh yes, very

-All right, I'm gonna grab a beer. You've got that look.

-What look?

-The one that tells me something important is going on. 

She laughed. She knew that Anne was right. That was important. 

-You want a beer too? Anne's voice was heard from the kitchen. 

-No, I'm fine. 

-All right, here I am. 

-Look, what I'm gonna tell you is personal. You're my best friend and my roommate. I trust you. But we don't tell anyone. Not even Elize. 

-Your wish is my command. 

She had a deep breath and she started talking. 

-At first we were talking about usual stuff. You know series, movies, trips abroad, university etc. Then he asked me whether or not I've read all these books, you know, erotic fiction. It was around two o'clock in the morning. He sent me "May I ask you a very personal question?" "Shoot" I replied. "Have you considered being part of a d/s relationship?"

-Wow. Did he really ask that? I wasn't expecting it. 

-Oh yes, he did. 

-What did you tell him? 

-The truth. 

-Meaning?

-Meaning yes. But I don't know which exactly my "status" is

-Ho ho ho. 

-It's not funny. I know you like that stuff too 

-Doesn't matter. 

-It does. 

-All right, tell me what happened next. 

-He was surprised. He told me that he wasn't expecting that from me and he was prepared for an answer like "I don't know". Then he asked about what I like. I didn't know what to tell him, I don't even know myself. 

-And?

-And he told me that it is normal. And that his ex didn't know too. And that she found out after they started.

-Have they broken up?

-Yeah. After some time, she found out that she like the dominant role. He likes that role too. Someone had to take the other one. 

-There is something more.

-Then he started to describe some of their experiences together with a lot of details. The ones when she was on the submissive role.

-And? Come on Mary, tell me the whole story.

-And I found it veery arousing. I started fingering myself. 

-You told him?

-No chance

-I told you girl. You were laughing when I first told you how much I enjoy a good spanking. 

-I guess you were right. Look I had fantasies in which I had the control. But now I believe it's a chance to try something for real and I don't know if I even want to have control over a man

-Women are made to be subs. It's normal, don't worry. 

-I'm really confused.

-And then?

-Then he fell asleep. He had a long day and at some point he stopped texting. 

-What do you want from him?

-I don't know. I think I might like trying something with him. And I trust him. I know him since we were fifteen years old. 

-Text him. Now. 

-What?

-Do as I say. Text him and tell him you want to have a drink

-He is the man. He must make the first move. I'm gonna wait for his text

-Oh god Mary, why are you so stubborn? He already made the first move. Now you have to take action. 

-No way.

-Look, he may think that you are terrified. If you won't text him, you're going to lose your chance. 

-I told you again. I won't. 

-If you're not gonna text him, I will get your phone and text him instead of you. I won't let you throw away this opportunity. I've been searching now for months to find someone to satisfy me. And you have him. Ready. 

After a while Mary replied:

-All right. I'll tell him to go for a drink in the city centre. 

-Good girl. 

-Oh stop it. 

At that point, Mary started texting John. Her hands were shaking. She read the message four times before she hit the send button. 

The next day, she spent all morning waiting for his answer. The message was delivered but not read. She started regretting her decision. Anne was now at her mother's place and Mary was home alone. She searched her message history to find his messages. She started fingering herself again. At some point she started moaning until she came. She thought that this was one of her best orgasms. He had asked her whether or not she had tasted herself. She hadn't. She didn't find a reason to. She starred at her fingers, wet with her juices. For one moment she thought to lick them clean. But instead she wiped them with her sheet. Her phone rang. She ran, thinking it was him. It wasn't. It was Anne

-Hey Mary, how are you doing?

-Not good, he hasn't texted back. 

-It's still early in the afternoon. Maybe he had a lot to do and had no time at all.

-Let's hope you're right. 

-I just left my mother's place. I'll be home in around half an hour. Do you want something to eat?

-No, I'm fine. 

-All right, see you. 

-Bye

After she hung up, she noticed her phone's battery was getting low. She kept locking and unlocking her phone for hours, waiting for his message. Some friends of her invited her for a coffee nut she wasn't in the mood. She told them an excuse that her sister was sitting an exam and she had to help her. That was obviously a complete lie. She didn't even called her mother or her sister throughout the day. 

She decided to take a shower, hoping to calm down. While she was walking to the bathroom, she stopped in front of the mirror they had. She was starring her idol for a couple of minutes. She wasn't that attractive. She was tall, definitely. 175cm was an ideal height. She could wear heels (not that she was a big fan of them) without being taller than an average man. But since her adolescence she was struggling with her weight. She finally managed to lose a couple of kilos but still 73kg were too much for her height. 

While she was on the shower, she forgot for a moment how nervous she was. The hot water definitely played its role. She was washing her long hair and she was enjoying the massage on her head. That was it. She was much calmer as she walked out of the bathroom. Now she was choosing what to wear. Suddenly her phone rang. She looked at the screen and found out that he called her three times while she was having a shower. She called him back immediately. He told her that he was sorry for not answering earlier but he had spent all day at the university working on a project. He made a counter offer, to go for a drink somewhere else, closer to his home. That was no problem at all. They agreed to meet in two and half hours. She thought it was enough time to prepare herself. After ten minutes, Anne returned home. 

-He said yes.



Mary's Adventures Pt. 02



Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write a story. As you may have noticed from Pt.1, English is not my mother tongue so you will find some mistakes for sure. Whatever is included in these stories happened last winter. Names are changed for obvious reasons. Feel free to leave your comments below. Parts 3 and 4 are almost ready and they are much more interesting. I strongly suggest reading Pt.1 before the story below


-That's great, Anne replied.

-Yeah. Now I have to find what to wear.

-You've got to impress him, what does he like?

-Skirts, but I'm not in the mood to wear one. I'm going to wear the navy blue trousers I bought last week with a white plain shirt

-Wait a minute. You asked him out. You must impress him to hit your target. But you are not going to wear what he likes on a woman?

-Yes! I also don't know how to tell him.

-Tell him what?

-That I want this kind of "relationship" with him

-Let your clothes do the talking. 

-I hate skirts.

-He likes them

-I guess if he agrees on my proposal that from now on he is going to tell me each time what to wear. This may be the last time I can wear trousers. 

-As you want

As Mary was ready, she looked herself on the mirror. She looked attractive; the navy blue trousers made her bottom look great. But she was nervous. Very nervous. She was shy when she was talking to men, even to John, whom she knew for more than 6 years. It was now or never. If she wasn't going to take advantage of his interest that night, she wouldn't have a second chance. 

It was too early. She spent the next half an hour listening to music in order to relax. That night all she had to do was to take a deep breath and tell him what she wants. Easier said than done though. She decided to wear the pink leather watch, the one he bought her when he fell in love with her. It was old but still great. 

Anne wished her Good Luck and told her to text her a code message when she had the chance. It was the signal that everything was OK

"What I'm going to do if he says no? He will probably stop talking to me". That was her main thought on her way to underground station. The ten minute walk seemed like an eternity to her. But that wasn't a first. They had stopped talking to each other several times, but each one of them either she or he made the first move for a reconnection. Once he had told her that he was thinking of her the whole time and he was asking common friends for her news. She did that too. Now she was the one to risk their relationship. 

As she walked into the train she was watching the faces of other passengers. They seemed relaxed, only she was the one to be so nervous. Her pulse was elevated. Her hands were shaking. But she had to act normal. As the train reached her destination, she made one last thought. If she was going to run away, that was the time. She didn't know what she was afraid of. Him? Or the chance that a whole new chapter in her life could start that night? 

He was late, probably stuck in traffic. While she was waiting, she texted her friend the code message. It was early, but she was sure that everything is going to be fine. She trusted him. She knew that he will not hurt her. She knew that he still cared about her, even though his love for her may now be long gone. 

About half an hour later than expected, he finally arrived. He was dressed smart, as always. A nice white shirt with yellow and blue stripes and a grey chino. He looked older than he was

-Sorry to be late, I was stuck in traffic, John apologised as she entered his car

-I thought so. It's ok, there is no need to apologise

-Nice to see you

-Nice to see you too

-You look nice.

-Thank you

-It is a bit late and it is Wednesday but it was a very busy day for me. I couldn't make it earlier

-There is no problem. I asked you to go out after all, blame is on me. 

-That's correct, he smiled. How was your day?

-Boring. Anne went to her mother's so I was alone. It was a chance to clean the house

-You're right. I haven't cleaned mine in weeks. Working and studying at the same time really consumes most of your time. 

-Yeah, I know

-Are you all right? You seem a little upset, John asked her when they stopped at a red light. 

-Yep, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired

-That makes two of us. Plug your phone to the audio system. I let you choose the music to cheer you up.

-Oh, thank you. You never let anyone change the music in your car

-That's a first, John laughed.

After another ten minutes' drive, they reached their destination. He dropped her off while he was searching for a parking slot. She entered the bar and told to one of the bartenders John's name. It turned out he had reserved the best table. She sat there, waiting for him. After a few minutes, which seemed like days to her, he finally entered the bar and sat across her. 

-Nice place huh?, John asked her.

-Yeah. I don't know many places in this area. It's a bit far away from where I live. 

-There are a lot of nice spots to have a drink here. But this one is the best. One of the best in the whole Athens I believe. I like the music, the drinks, the atmosphere. It's great.

They were chatting for some time, he told her about the project he was working on, how his fellow colleagues were taking advantage of him because of his age and how much he paid to fix his car after he crashed last week. She was relaxed, alcohol had its effects. He was in a better mood too. He was laughing more often and seemed to enjoy his time with her. While he was finishing his second beer, she took a deep breath and told him

-Look John, I have something really important to tell you. Will you promise me you won't laugh?

-Okay, no problem. But this must be serious

-Oh yes it is. So you remember when you told me about Helen? How she started exploring herself, how you helped her with that and that you finally broke up.

-I do. And thanks for listening to me. I hadn't told anyone the details about our break up

-Well, all these things you told me that happened between you two, are rather exciting

-I'm not sure I'm following you but go on

-You see, I had fantasies about having a relationship that one person is the dominant and the other one the submissive. 

-That's great. 

-And you know I trust you, maybe more than anyone else. And this story between you and Helen was quite arousing to be honest.

-Go on, I want to see how this ends. 

-I was thinking about trying out how being a submissive is. And I want to try it with you.

-Seriously? John smirked

-Yes, I'm serious. 

-Oh girl, are you aware of what you are asking?

-Absolutely. And I've been thinking about that since you told me your story with Helen.

-You're quite unpredictable, you know that?

-Unpredictable?

-Yes, you broke up with me twice and now you want to sleep with me again?

-Look, I'm sorry for what happened in the past. My behaviour was not ideal, quite the opposite I should say. But now these belong to the past. Of course you can turn me down, but I wanted you to think about it.

-There is nothing to think about. 

-What do you mean?

-I mean yes but I will set the rules. And you have to follow every single thing I tell you

-But I've got no experience at all. I wanted to start from some more basic stuff first.

-Drinks are on me; John said and left a twenty Euro note on the table. You have till tomorrow night to think about it. Let me know when you decide. You know where to find me. 

-John, wait, she said as he was walking to the exit and putting on his coat 

-Look, all these years you were the one to set the rules. Every time someone turned you down, you were coming back to me. When you were bored, you dumped me. What you were expecting? That you will reveal your fantasies and I'll run behind you once more? These days are over. Now you will play with my rules. Whether you like it or not.

-Please wait, I already have a decision.

-Really? That was quick

-Yes, I do. 

-I'm listening.

-Look, I've searching the web about fetishes and bdsm. And I have two hard limits.

-Shoot

-Firstly I don't want anything that will leave permanent marks, or even worse, scars. And secondly I don't like extreme fetishes like blood play or electro play, I know you don't like them too. As long as our relationship doesn't involve any of these, I agree to your rules.

-You haven't heard them. And what if my ideas include more extreme stuff like pet-play? Do you agree with that too?

-Yes. Even that

-All right then, we have a deal. But you know that by the time you agree, even for one weekend, I give the orders and you have to follow them.

-I know. That is the fun in such a relationship

-OK, look I'm very busy tomorrow night. But you can come to my place Friday night. We can go for dinner and then to my house.

-Sounds great.

-I'm going to text you some details about what to wear and what to bring with you. And tell your mother that you are going on a friend's house in the countryside and that you are getting back Sunday Night. You might need to go shopping. But I will cover the cost of it, don't worry.

-There is no need to. But thank you.

-I'll drive you home, it's late.

-No, I'll take a cab. 

-I'm not taking no for an answer. Get in.

The roads were empty on a Wednesday night so it didn't take so long to reach her apartment, even though it was more than 8km away. When he parked on the side of the road she kissed him on the cheek and she whispered "Thank you" in his ear. They both knew that this was a new beginning in their relationship



Mary's Awakening



Author's note -- Feedbacks are always welcome; please don't forget to put your email address. 

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Barely fifteen days after Kevin was born, Mary took a new job at a place far from home. Setting out early in the mornings, she returned late in the evenings, leaving her newborn infant in the trusted care of her widowed mother. Each morning she kissed her son goodbye with a heavy heart, as he lay asleep in the cot that she shared with her mother and Kevin. However, the knowledge that there was just no other way out kept her going from one day to another. 

Life had not been kind to Mary as far as she could recall. An alcoholic father, a weak helpless mother, a meaningless marriage to bail the family out of trouble and finally the desertion by her bigamous husband were the only hallmark of her 23 years of existence. So when she persuaded her mother to move residence to some place where no one would know their antecedents, where they could start life all over again. 

There was a strange element of irony to Mary's life. Mother Nature had been excessively kind to her, her face, skin had soft sheer quality of satin, and silk carved in the mould of a beauty whose allure lingered in the memory long after she had left the place. Her body contoured to perfection was the stuff sculptors spent sleepless nights over. However, in place of a soft gentle heart of desirable woman was encrusted a bitter residue of hurt and trust betrayal. The dresses she wore, the plain face without any makeup, which she presented to the world and the tight grimace her lips had settled into, all bore testimony to her resolve, never, never to appear attractive.

*-*-*

Mr. Evans, 26 years of age was a formidable, almost intimidating managing director of the enormous tailoring set up that catered to international buyers, was impressed with her professional competence and that air of aloofness, which set her apart from rest of the other girls. Mr. Evans was know as a man of steel, very cold, very distant, almost a robot.

Somewhere around the second week after Mary joined, an unexpected disruption in her schedule changed Mary's life dramatically. The ladies cloakroom, for some strange reason, was locked and the keys, mysteriously, were untraceable. Mary was in tremendous pain despite which she tried to hold on to her self-control for as long as possible. Finally, unable to bear it she charged into Mr. Evans's room and with tear-filled eyes pleaded with him.

"Sir, I need to use your toilet, please." With saying so, she rushed inside, her handbag clasped tightly below her arm, not even waiting to shut the door behind her.

Two minutes later, she let a loose gasp that was swiftly followed by a moan. A surprised Mr. Evan suddenly jolted out of his seat. Running towards the source of that cry, he discovered Mary standing in front of mirror, a helpless look in her eyes.

"Mary, are you all right?" Mr. Evans asked in a concerned tone. 

She looked wordlessly at him, a look of tremendous suffering on her.

"I forgot something," she said. 

"What?" 

After a brief silence she burst out, "The pump, the pump. God, they hurt so much, the pain, I can't bear it."

Realization dawned on Mr. Evans suddenly. Mary's blouse was wet. Her breasts were swollen with untapped milk. He marched to the door of his room and securing the lock firmly in place, he led Mary to the couch.

"Can I help you in any way?" he asked.

Mary didn't know what he meant, but her agony was so unbearable, she was willing to try anything.

"Just think of me as a doctor to whom you've come for treatment, you'll be more comfortable then." 

Her pain rendered her speechless and she merely watched as he unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her bra and gently massaged her breasts. It seemed to make the pain worse and she began to cry.

"Mary I have to do what I'm about to do. There is no other way." 

He brought his lips to her nipples. The faint smell of milk reached his senses and made him feel tender towards this beautiful, helpless creature. Gently, very gently, he clasped her nipples, one by one, with his mouth and sucked. The milk gushed out in large spurts into his eager mouth. Her tensed body relaxed as the heaviness eased out her breasts. It was almost as if the curly head nestling at her breasts was that Kevin's and she felt a strong maternal pull towards this man. Except that, there was one major difference. The hand held the other breast was masterly, confusing her, corrupting the pure element of gratitude she felt for him. Slowly she became aware of something else. A warm feeling of pleasure started building between her legs, reacting to the movement of his hot tongue.

Her defenses suddenly resurfaced and she pulled away, painfully self-conscious of her breasts which seemed to have become terribly immense.

"Thank you for helping me out of such an embarrassing predicament. I don't know what I would've done." She said flaying her hands in a gesture of helplessness.

"It's okay. Don't think about this anymore. I was the doctor, remember?" Mr. Evans replied with a smile. 

He stood up, pushed his disheveled hairs back into place and returned to his chair, once again becoming the formidable, unapproachable boss.

*-*-*

For Mary things were never quite the same again. She experienced strange sensations each time she breastfed Kevin. Images of Mr. Evans transposed themselves over Kevin's cherubic face and she found it difficult to suppress the unfamiliar tug of desire that coursed through her at the memory of that strange intimate experience, but she resolutely kept away from his presence. 

For Mr. Evans too the experience was not without its fallout. The visions of her milk-drenched blouse, round breasts and the thrust out pair of the most ravishingly swollen nipples kept playing repeatedly into his mind. He relived a million times the sweet taste of the warm liquid that had generously surged into his seeking mouth and there grew in him a longing to have the experience repeat itself. A part of him, the part that had held out successfully against the clamoring of lust and other such primitive yearnings before, condemned his growing weakness for the feel of a woman's body. 

"But is it just a woman I want?" he asked himself repeatedly. In the silence of the night as he visually recreated the experience, he knew the answer. He wanted Mary. He had to take the experience to its logical conclusion in order to exorcise forever the ghost of a woman who had stealthily stolen his peace of mind and breached the fortress of his self-control. Something told him Mary would prove to be more challenge, an elusive quarry he might stalk but never come near to capturing. She wore her aloofness like an impenetrable armor and pre-empted any advance that might come her way. 

*-*-*

Mr. Evans was determined man and he finally got the opportunity he was seeking. On the pretext of ensuring that certain select consignments receive the best possible attention on a priority basis, he directed that Mary make herself available that evening for final touches that might require her expertise.

In the evening after the rest of the staff had left, Mary stayed back in Mr. Evans's room. 

"I'm sorry you had to stay back......" he began to say

"Mr. Evans, both of us know why you want me to stay back. So let's not beat around the bush anymore." Mary said cutting him off.

He was dumbfounded. "Could she have somehow divided his less than noble intentions?" He wondered. "What do you mean by that remark?" he asked.

"Mr. Evans, I have always respected you for what you are -- a straight-forward person. That day when you helped me to resolve that awkward problem, I knew that you did it with the goodness of your heart. It was a spontaneous act. I was extremely grateful for that, somehow neither the spontaneity of your action nor the gratitude in my heart could stem the tides of desire that was trigged by what we did." She didn't know what to say next, Mr. Evans got up from his chair and strode purposefully towards her. 

"Mary I want you to know that I'm not a person who likes sleeping with different women and definitely not one of my staff, but ever since that morning, I find myself demented by longing; you have got into my blood like a mysterious disease and I need to exorcise you. I don't know whether you follow me or..." 

"Yes I do, for I too need to exorcise you from my system. I need this experiment as much as you do, Mr. Evans." Mary replied.

Without much preamble, the two of them divested themselves of the impediments of clothing. There was, until the point, a touch of the clinical in their actions. The neat folding of the clothes, the cool sizing of one another's physical assets, the precise reaching out of unerring hands that moved to remove the pins from the knot of her hairs coiled on her head, every gesture was like the logical buildup o tryst, a premeditated promise that called for rational fulfillment.

Mary suddenly felt the urge to articulate her fear that had stayed dormant within her for so many years, fear that had frozen all her natural responses and brought about a state of rigor mortis in her sexuality. She was afraid that she would be exposed, shorn of her womanhood and bereft of her ultimate dignity. 

Gently touching his cheeks she confessed, "I'm a woman who has been repeatedly raped by my beast of a husband. I know no other experience; I've a horror of sex and men. If at any point I should withdraw, I want you to know that it is not you that I'm rejecting, but my own experience of sex." 

Looking her in the eyes, Mr. Evans said, "I shall not demean what we are about to do by tagging any labels on to the act. I merely want to consummate what we had begun." 

He put his hands out and cupped her breasts solemnly. "Let me pay homage to the fount that gave me the nectar which took my sleep away."

So saying he drew her to the couch and lying beside her, he drank avidly from the ample munificence of her splendid breasts. There was nothing Kevin-like in his homage. She could feel something stirring inside her. As the milk flowed her passion rose. She began to arch herself.

"Not so fast lady, can you feel me." He took her hand and led it to the burgeoning strength of his manhood.

"I don't like that part; there is something ugly, vile and dirty about it." She said withdrawing her had away. 

He let that pass, reluctant to push his luck. Slowly, skillfully he stroked her buttocks. He turned her around and clasped her breasts from the back, massaging them, now kneading and teasing the stiff peaks into tautness. He could feel her body unfolding in response even as she strove to deny it. He found a throbbing point in the nape of her neck and feverishly rained kisses on it. Her body had turned taut, gripped in the rage of a fever beyond her control.

"Stop it, stop it," she screamed. "I don't like this. Stop it."

"Ssshh! I know you don't like it, sweetheart. I know you don't like it." He whispered, his fingers working in tandem with her desire. His one hand moved downwards and met with her womanhood. The moment his fingers made contact with her nether lips, she let out a gasp. He rubbed and fingered her pussy skillfully bringing her a massive orgasm. Before she knew it, his cock slipped into her from behind, with ease. He moved gently, but there was power to his movement. He could feel her thrusting back involuntarily. There was poetry to the rhythm of their passion. He moved in and she thrust out. Then they were riding the crest of raw passion, lost to everything but the need to have a thundering climax. It was mind blowing. There was no other word.

After some time they lay spent in each other's arms. She turned to him and said, "I never for a moment imagined this is how it would be. It was truly wonderful."

"It was wonderful for me as well."

"Have you exorcised what you wanted to exorcise?" she questioned 

"Yes, but I now have to exorcise something else. An urgent desire to repeat this performance."

"How would you do that?" she asked mischievously

"By doing it again lady and what about you?" 

"I didn't like sex. I still don't actually. I'm eternally grateful to you for showing me that it can be wonderful, but I'm not sure if it was just a fluke. I'd like to check it out again." 

Her wanton laugh enhanced for him, her sex appeal. He knew what he had just seen was the awakening of Mary and it would be long time, if it happened at all, that he would ever be exorcised of her.



Mary's Awakening



The sound of a door closing woke her. Mary tried to see in the dark but the room was pitch black, the power must be out, she thought. She moved to get out of her bed but was pushed back down. Terror struck her! "Who is there?" she whispered in fear.

She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered back, his mouth close to her face. "Just do as you're told and everything will be ok." 

Mary was more terrified than she had ever been but she knew from the stranger's voice that she had better just do as he wanted. Now that she was awake fully she could feel that she was naked and not even in her own bed. Her senses told her that the bed she was on was not hers and that the room she was in was smaller than her own.

The man leaned close again. "You are going to enjoy everything we do to you so just relax." His hand touched her breast and her body betrayed her as her nipple hardened in his palm even as her mind registered that he had said we. 

She didn't say anything to his remark but silently feared that what he said was true. His fingers softly pinched the erect nipple to let her know that he was aware that her body was betraying her. Suddenly she felt another hand running up her right leg and still someone else's mouth clamped onto her other breast. She gasped out and tried to figure out how many different people were touching her, 3....4?

The mouth softly but firmly suckled her left breast and she felt her vagina moistening as the mouth nursed her. The hands on her right leg ran up and down her from foot to pelvis but not touching her vagina even though it leaked its arousal begging for release. Mary tried to force her body to stop betraying her but all these anonymous intruders would not allow it. 

The fingers continued to pinch and pull at her right nipple and he whispered against her ear. "Yes, that's a good girl, a good nasty girl. You like the thought of all of us touching you and fucking you don't you?"

She shook her head in denial even as the scent of her own arousal hit her. Her body was screaming out for release but not from these intruders from her own desire. Touch my hot pussy. Her body screamed even though she would not allow her mouth to release the words.

A fourth set of hands lifted her left foot and a hot mouth began suckling at her toes and licking in between them. Her legs spread wider and wider as the two people worked at them. She could feel the cool air blowing against her wetness, caressing it even though they would not but it was not enough. The assault on her body was making her crazy and she heard a deep lustful moan come out of her own mouth.

The mouth that suckled at her left breast moaned along with her and the sound made her even hotter. She squirmed as the hands slid up her right leg again toward her open exposed vagina; her pelvis lifting off the bed inviting the hands to invade its warmth. Once again the hands moved all around her sex but denied it their touch. She groaned in frustration as they moved away.

The whispered chuckled "If you want fucked you have to beg for it." 

Mary shook her head again but could feel her juices running from her vagina to the crack of her ass. She had never been so horny before in her life.

She told herself that she would never beg these animals to violate her even as her heart raced and her body continued to hope for total violation.

The man at her breast continued to suckle but now had moved her hand to his groin. Mary jumped as he laid his hard thick penis in her palm. She wanted to pull away but the feel of it, the weight of it, the silky feel of it against her palm and the size of it caused her body to refuse her mind. She felt herself begin to stroke it and it felt so dam good. The cock was already huge but she felt it strain and grow in her hand as she gripped it.

Mary swallowed hard. Her mouth watered at the thought of feeling it slide between her lips and running her tongue around the fat head she was now pinching between her thumb and finger milking the precum from it. 

She could feel her clit swelling and pushing out of its shield of skin. It ached to be rubbed and her right hand slid toward it only to be snatched away and pinned to the bed. She screamed in frustration. She heard chuckles from all over the room. Oh my God! How many people were in this room?

She knew she should be afraid but the thought of 10 or more men having their way with her made her even more aroused. Her nerves were all on alert every inch of her skin on fire with the need to be satisfied. She moaned and her body twisted and arched begging for release.

Her hand stroking madly at the huge bulging cock in her hand until suddenly it was taken from her and hot salty jism sprayed all over her face. Her mouth opened and lapped frantically to devour all of the stickiness that she could manage to catch in it. When it stopped coming all she could think was how she needed more.....

Frantically she caught herself groping in the darkness for more cocks. Someone finally moved forward and let her find what she was after. Her small hand wrapped around the hard cock and she stroked it like she was pumping to save her life. As she stroked she could hear the man behind the cock moaning and the sound made her hotter and hotter until she finally burst out "Oh Fuck!!! Someone please suck my cunt!"

Instantly she felt herself being lifted up and turned to the edge of the bed. Then two hands gripped her ass and lifted her pussy to a hot sucking mouth! The instant the mouth closed on her clit she came, squirting hot pussy juice all over the man's face and down his chest. He loved it and began lapping at her cunt; now spread wide open to his tongue; every swipe of his tongue causing wave after wave of orgasm though her body.

She felt the weight of 2 bodies getting on the bed near her head, one on each side and then felt a dick on each side of her mouth. Frantic to have them both she turned her head from side to side take one and then the other into her mouth even as her pussy continued to be assaulted by the lashing tongue. Her body and mind on the edge of madness and ecstasy.

She took each cock deeper and deeper into her mouth trying to get all of them. Finally one of the men gripped her hair in his hand and shoved his dick all the way into her throat and thrust over and over into her mouth. His sweaty balls hitting the side of her face with every thrust. Mary gagged and gasped as he filled her throat with his hard cock. Spit over flowed from her mouth and streamed down her chin as he pounded in and out. Finally her abuser held her head to his groin and exploded down her throat groaning out his pleasure loudly. 

Mary gulped at the salty goo and managed to swallow his entire delicious gift. She immediately turned back to the other dick and allowed the assault to begin again. As she took the thick cock to the back of her throat the man at her pussy lowered her ass back to the bed and she felt a long dick rubbing up and down her hot slit. She squirmed trying to get the cock into her hot snatch but the man refused to impede her continuing to rub against her clit making it burn in desire.

The second stream of hot cum hit the back of her throat and she gulped and slurped at his now softening hose. More she needed more!!! Just knowing all these men, indescribable, horny men were here waiting to give her their cum made her ache to have it all.

Mary felt her hair being pulled and another dick stuck in her mouth. She quickly sucked it into her mouth and began milking it with all her might. How wonderful the thick hardness fit into her mouth and down her throat! She truly enjoyed the silkiness of it on her tongue. She bucked against the tongue on her tight asshole as she gulped at the probing cock in her mouth.

Then she felt someone licking her clit from underneath her as the tongue continued to pleasure her ass. They were driving her crazy! The pleasure these men were bringing her was almost unbearable. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by the dick down her throat but her trembling body told the assailants of her enjoyment.

"Oh yes, suck my dick bitch! Suck it all down and make it fast so everyone can get their turn filling your gut with cum!" The words drove her to suck and slurp harder and faster eager to get the next cock in her mouth. The man fucked her face hard never letting go of her hair as he roughly slammed the cock down her throat. "Aaaahhhhh!" he yelled out as he spewed burst after burst of sweet cum deep down her throat.

There was so much cum that she could not swallow fast enough and she gagged as streams of the white fluid ran from the corners of her mouth. Before she could catch her breath the spent dick was replaced by another bigger one. It slid into the cum filled mouth and immediately took over the assault on her throat. Mary felt the cum running steadily from her mouth as the new dick pounded away upset that it was being wasted, wanting to slurp up every drop.

The mouths on her ass and cunt continued their prodding and now someone was also shoving 3 fingers into her dripping cunt and her pussy spasmed and squirted all over the hand, mouth and bed. She never wanted it to stop! She wanted every one of these men in her, on her however she could get them!

Her nipples ached wanting attention again and as if they could read her mind instantly there was a mouth on each tit. Sucking, biting, pulling just as she had desired! The dick in her mouth exploded and filled her throat once again. Mary swallowed as fast as she could refusing to lose any of the warm nutrients this time.

It was time, she didn't care anymore about her pride, she need to be fucked and fucked hard and thoroughly. As the dick fell from her mouth she screamed out "Fuck me! Fuck me now, all of you! I need to be fucked like the dirty whore I am!" A cheer went up from the room and she was instantly lifted off the bed and impelled onto an engorged dick. As she sat atop the cock she felt herself being pushed forward until her body lay flat on top of her fucker. Someone spit on her asshole and she felt another cock pushing to enter her ass. She had never been fucked in the ass before but her body was so horny that she didn't try to resist. She allowed herself to relax and invite the thick pole to invade. It burned and hurt as he pushed past her sphincter but as he pushed though and buried the huge cock deep into her bowel her body shook in instant orgasm.

Mary screamed in pleasure "Oh my God. Yes fuck my ass, harder, fill me up with that dick." The two dicks moved in unison filling her pussy and ass. Mary could feel the two dicks rubbing against each other with just the thin membrane between them. The sensation was exhilarating and she felt wave after wave of orgasm running though her body. 

"Yes tear that ass and pussy up! Harder! Deeper!" Her words drove the men to fuck her hard and fast. Soon their bodies shook as they filled her with hot cum. "No!" Mary cried out "Not already!" She was insatiable she needed more! Quickly both dicks were replaced by new hard ones and Mary reveled in the assault. 

"Yes that's it, fuck my holes good!" She trust hard against their thrusts and worked her vaginal and anus muscles on the hard dicks milking the cum from them. She loved the feel of the dicks deep in her guts and the feel of the hot fluid as it shot inside of her! Soon the cock in her ass was spasming and filling her ass and the feel of one dick spasming against his caused the dick in her pussy to erupt also.

"More! I want more!" Mary demanded and was soon feeling two more cocks sliding inside her sloppy holes. "That's right just keep fucking me.....fill me with cum!" 

"Shut up and suck this dick!" A voice from the dark said as she felt a dick against her face. Once again she was sucking and craving a mouth full of cum. 

"That's just how I like it, a cum slut taking two dicks and sucking on mine! You are quite the slut. Someone put on a lite I want to see this whore taking all this dick!" With the request a lamp is turned on and she twists about to see all of her men. The man under her is white and in his 30's, the man she is sucking is also white but older, maybe 40. She turns her head and sees a muscular black man fucking her ass. She looks around the room and sees maybe 20 men in all; White, black, Hispanic all waiting with hard dicks to have a turn at her.

As she watched them stroking their dicks in anticipation she enjoyed putting on a show for them and fucked the three men even harder. The black guy pulled out of her ass and spread her ass cheeks wide. "Look at that gap." She could feel her ass was wide open and smiled as many of the guys moved to get a closer look.

"Fuck her ass is full of cum! Look at it!" He pushed his dick back in and pulled it out again over and over looking deep into her anus. "Oh yeah and I am about to add more!" He slammed back into her and gripped her hips as he fucked her hard. Every stroke he pulled all the way out and slammed back in to his balls;the force of his thrusts shoving the dick in her mouth deeper down her throat and the dick in her pussy deeper into her womb.

Mary loved being brutalized by this huge black cock! He started to shudder and pulled back one last time cumming into her gapped asshole filling it like a bowl to the rim! The man in her pussy pulled out and slid out from under her and added his hot jism to the black man's just as the dick in her mouth jerked and squirted its load into her. As the cock slid from her mouth she wiped the cum from her chin and licked it off her fingers.

Mary stayed on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed as stranger after stranger lined up to fuck her ass. Each man having his way with her gaping hole and depositing a new load of sticky sperm inside her. She had lost count a long time ago and didn't care how many had been inside her. Her body felt totally alive and on fire! She just didn't want them to stop. She turned to look at the line and noticed that many had lined back up for seconds.

Her eyes fell upon one extremely huge dick toward the back of the line. The dick had to be over a foot long and as big around as her wrist. It wasn't even fully erect as the man stood patiently in line. Mary licked her lips as she let her eyes trail up over the rest of his body. He was a tall, muscular black man with a shaved head. He had broad shoulders and a tapered waist with a perfect 6 pack. His body looked rock hard with muscles. Her eyes locked with his and he smiled as his cock jumped when her gaze dropped back to his unbelievably hugeness. My God she thought as it grew even larger. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she was receiving from the line of horny strangers. She moaned and groaned as she gyrated her hips against the many pelvises that slapped against them. Suddenly she felt a dick slap onto her back and knew the extremely well endowed man was up next. The dick lay on her back from ass to her waist. He wanted her to know how far he was going to invade her bowel. Mary shivered knowing he was about to tear her ass open. The black man slapped her ass with his huge cock causing welts to spring up on her hips and thighs with every slap.

Mary looked back at him with lust in her eyes. Yes she wanted that monster dick inside her! "Some body get me a wash cloth. I want to give her this with out all this cum to lube her!" The next thing Mary felt was the man cleaning her ass and pussy with the wash rag. He took his time and cleaned up as much as he could. Once her ass was clean and dry he pushed the fat head against her gapping hole. Even though it was still gaped open the head of his dick was bigger around then the hole.

"Are you ready for 14 inches of hard fucking steel in your ass?" he asked her. Mary could only nod. Slowly he pushed the massive penis into her ass. Inch by inch he stretched her bowel open. She had never felt so full in all her life! He pushed farther and farther into her until his entire pole was inside her intestine! Mary pushed back against him as he ground his balls into her crack. She purred out in pleasure.

"Oh yes baby grind that fat dick into me! Aaahhhhh it is so fucking wonderful!" The man rotated his hips deeper into her ass and gripped her shoulders in his hands. "Mmmmm what a perfect cock. Yes just give it all to me....."

The man growled deep in his throat as her began to slowly pull all the way back to the head and then back in again. This bitch was something else..... no one had ever been able to take all his dick! To top it off she was loving it and would take more if he had it! He drove into her tight ass over and over giving her what she wanted! He could feel his cum building in his testicles, the tightening in his sack told him he was about to blow his load in her shit hole. He grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and thrust as hard as he could into her filling her like a fire hose.

Mary's stomach was cramping from her many orgasms and the gallons of cum inside her but she loved the feel of it all. The man spread her ass and exclamed "Look at that gap now! Looks like she was fucked by a baseball bat!"

She heard another guy say "It will take two dicks to fill that nasty ass now. Who wants to double tap that ass with me?" Soon she was straddling him and he was guiding his dick into her ass along with another guy pushing his fat dick in at the same time.  

Mary closed her eyes and pictured the two large cocks gliding in and out of her ravaged ass. The thought of the two mens cocks rubbing against each other inside her cum filled hole was the nastiest thing she had ever imagined. As they pumped and pounded their hard members into her she knew she had officially turned to the dark side. She didn't ever want to be plan boring Mary again. She wanted to fuck and suck anyone she chose whenever she got the urge to and not care about what was right or wrong. This felt good, it made her happy and satisfied and she would have this feeling again.

By the time the two men had erupted inside her ass her body was worn out. She had managed to fuck all the men in the room; some more than once and she felt completely fulfilled. Her body collapsed on to the bed as the men pulled out of her and she felt content. 

"I just want to thank you all for showing me what a little slut I am and I hope I will see you all again." she stretched in contentment and smiled at them all.

The man that seemed to be the ring leader stepped forward. "We have one more surprise for you before we take you back to your house."

Mary raised her eyebrows questioningly. What else could they possibly have in store for her? Then she heard the door open and she turned to see a young girl about 19 come in. They lead her to the bed and she stood in front of Mary looking very shy and innocent. The leader told her to undress for Mary and she let the thin cotton dress she was wearing fall to the floor. 

The girl had small breasts with hard little nipples. Her pussy was not shaved but had very little pubic hair on it. She was thin and small all over, maybe 5'1 and only 100 pounds. Her eyes were a startling emerald green and she stared directly at Mary. She looked very innocent but Mary saw the lust behind her beautiful eyes. 

" This is Amy and she is going to clean you up. She knows what to do so just lay back and enjoy." The leader told her before she could ask what the girl's purpose was.

Amy slid her body over Mary's and let her hard little nipples brush against Mary's large full breasts. She placed her mouth on Mary's and began kissing her. Her tongue invaded her mouth and searched every corner and crevice for remnants of sperm. It was very sensuous but Mary knew there wasn't much as she had swallowed all she could and had even craved more. Amy then licked the residue off of Mary's face and neck. She eased down Mary's body and kissed and licked her tits. Mary moaned in pleasure. She had never had another woman touch her sexually before. It was so forbidden and erotic.




Mary's Awakening



Amy let her tongue trail over Mary's flat stomach and down to her cum oozing pussy. Amy lifted Mary's knees and spread them to her sides. She scooped cum from her cunt with two fingers then sucked it from them. She licked her lips and smiled before diving in to Mary's dirty pussy face first. She licked the outside clean and drove her tongue as deep inside of Mary as she could get it sucking at her like she was slurping though a straw.

Mary threw her head back and rolled her eyes into the back of her head in ecstasy. "Aaahhh" she screamed out as the young girl buried her face deeper and deeper in to her crotch. She felt her body spasm and her own orgasm spewed from her into Amy's mouth mixing with all the men's sperm. 

Amy lapped at the juices as they flowed all over her face. She pushed Mary's legs up to her chest and began slurping at her cum filled anus. Mary felt Amy's tongue swirling around the rim of her ass greedily eating the cum cocktail from her. Mary spread her own ass cheeks apart for the girl to get her tongue deeper into her shit hole. Cum oozed out and onto Amy's probing tongue. She suddenly stood up and moved over Mary's face, she let a mouth full of cum stream from her mouth to Mary's then as Mary gulped it down she moved back to her cum pit. Mary pushed more cum out of her ass into the cum slut's mouth. She watched as the young girl lapped it up until there was no more to expel and she moved back to Mary's mouth. They kissed swapping the last mouth full of cum back and forth until one of them or both of them had swallowed the last of it.

When they finally parted the room was empty. Amy told Mary she would take her home because that was what she had been instructed to do. They got dressed and Mary asked Amy if she had ever been used like she had just been used. Amy told her that she had never been with a man at all that she had been trained to clean up and that was all. Mary was completely amazed that the men would save a girl for just that purpose never fucking her. 

When she dropped Mary off at her house she gave Mary her phone number and told her to call her anytime she needed her pussy ate good or if she decided to try some pussy for herself. Mary took the paper and knew she would be calling her very soon.



Mary's Bet



Part 1 – The Game

"Who ever wins, the other one has to be a sex slave for a day."

Those words had rattled around in my mind all day. Mary loved to bet on things, and we loved competing – from silly things like online games, to racing to get somewhere, anything. The bets were frequently trivial – taking out the trash, doing the dishes, cooking dinner. Every now and then we'd bet something sexual, but this one was a biggie. Not that I was worried about losing (or course, neither was she).

As she tried to up the ante and convince me to agree, she said, "Imagine all the things that you can have me do that I've never done. Imagine all the things that you could do to me." I could imagine the mischievous glint in her eyes, and I melted. Since I travel a lot for work, we'd been indulging our competitive instinct by competing with each other in this online card game, so we decided that the next morning we'd play for one hour, and whomever got the most points would win. Simple. Of course, we both knew there would be lots of heckling during the game.

The phone in my hotel room rang at 6am, right on time. "Good morning," came her voice, "are you ready to lose?" 

I laughed and said, "I'm ready for a lot of things, but losing to you with this much at stake isn't one of them." 

I walked over to the desk and opened my laptop. I had the game already open and was ready to play. Mary was already online and in the game room.

I said, "So, you're going to do ANYTHING I want as my slave?"

She laughed and said, "I would, but I'm not gonna be your slave. I'm not gonna lose. YOU'RE gonna do anything I want as MY slave."

We both laughed and I said, "Ok, then. Game on!"

I got off to a terrible start. Losing several hands of the solitaire game before making any progress. I could see the first increments of her score hitting the scoreboard. 

She IM'd me. "So where are you?"

"Oh, I'm having a leisurely start with the first round so that it'll be all the more crushing for you when I come from behind and win."

"LOL. Off to a bad start, eh? Well, I'll be nice to you when you're my slave."

I got into a groove. Sometimes the game just works right and it feels like the game wants you to win. I started racking up points. I also knew that I generally played faster than Mary did, so I wasn't too concerned. But she was still in the lead.

With about 15 minutes to go, we were neck and neck. Then the game turned against her. She got stuck. I managed to lap her through the game, and I was up by about 600 points. As the clock ticked down, I knew I was going to win, but I wasn't going to let up, just in case.

At 6:55, with 5 minutes to go, she IM'd to ask if I wanted to extend it for half an hour. She was still down by about 500 points.

"So," I wrote, "you're about to lose and you want an extension at the buzzer to try to take my prize away from me?"

"Ummm...yep." Came the response.

"What's the benefit to me?" I asked.

"Hmmm....If you still win, I'll make it worth your while. I promise. You'll just have to trust me."

Since Mary's the most honorable person I know, I was willing to take that. "Ok. The game goes until 7:30."

Her luck didn't change. By 7:30 she was down by about 1100 points. I was practically dancing in my chair with excitement. And, of course, a little gloating was in order. I called her cell phone and as she answered I sang into it, "You're gonna be my sex slave. You're gonna be my sex slave."

Mary hates to lose. At anything. And I could hear it in her voice as she said, "Yes. You win. Good job. 2 out of 3?"

I laughed and said, "Nope. You got your chance with that extension. No you have to figure out how to adjust the terms of the bet to give me credit for that."

"Don't worry," she said, "You'll be glad."

"Alright. I've got to get to work, and I'll be going straight to the airport from there. Tonight's going to be a long night. So, when I arrive in the morning, I'll meet you for breakfast and we can start your servitude." I laughed.

She laughed with me and said, "Ok. Come to my house. I'll have breakfast waiting. I'm going to be in meetings all day, today, too, so I may not talk to you today. You know how these negotiations can go. But, I'll be thinking about you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I love you more."

"I love you as much." And with that, we hung up. 

Part 2 – The Flight

The days' meetings followed by the cab ride to the airport were uneventful, and I started to relax in anticipation of the flight. The redeye from San Francisco was tough. It leaves at midnight and the five hour flight gets in at 8am Eastern time. But 5 hours on a plane doesn't make for a lot of restful sleep, so I generally don't bother to try.

I settled into my seat, somewhat frustrated that I didn't get upgraded to first class, but at least the flight was fairly empty and I had my three seats to myself.

After flight attendants had finished their recitations of the safety precautions and we'd taken off, they asked everyone to turn off the lights so that people who wanted to could sleep. Since I definitely wasn't going to sleep in a coach seat, I settled into my book.

A tap on my shoulder pulled me away from the adventures of Harry Potter. I looked up, expecting to find a flight attendant, and instead looked into a mischievous and beautiful smile.

Mary has waist-length brown hair, petite and very nicely curvy with a perfect 34D chest. She keeps incredibly fit and loves to ride. Because of all the lifting, running and riding, she is in fantastic shape and has absolutely incredible legs. She has absolutely spectacular eyes. I could get lost in them forever. 

"Hi, " she said, "I told you I'd make it worth your while. I thought you might like some company on this trip." While I sat there, stunned, she reached down to undo my seat belt, running her hand across my lap, feeling me already staring to get hard with the excitement of being with her. "Ahh... I think we can find a good use for this. Why don't you slide over to the window seat so I can sit down?" 

As I slid over, I asked, "How long have you been in San Francisco? When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

She laughed and said, "I've been planning this little bet for a while, and I thought that a plane ride together would be a good place to start. Naturally, I wasn't planning to LOSE the bet, but a deal's a deal. I was at LaGuardia with my laptop when we were playing this morning, then I got on a flight to come here – which is why I couldn't talk to you today."

"Mary, that's amazing. Have I told you recently how much I love you and how absolutely incredible you are?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, but feel free to show me, too."

She pulled a blanket up off the floor, folded up the armrests between the seats. She reached under the blanket. I felt the warmth of her hand as she moved it under the cover and let it rest on my thigh. My heart was racing, another smile crossed her face and those eyes danced as they captured mine once again.

Without a word being spoken I pushed my seat back and pulled the blanket over my lap and then placed my hand on hers. I guided it up to feel how hard my cock was. Our eyes still glued on one another, I said, "Does this give you some idea?" 

I watched her smile and trace her lips with her tongue before leaning in to press her mouth against mine. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. I heard a muffled whimper escape her lips as I pressed my mouth more eagerly onto hers.

Her hands cradled my face as she raised my chin and pressed her mouth against mine. She kissed my nose then my forehead as I leaned my head back and she began to nuzzle my neck while still rubbing my cock through my pants. I could feel her hair on my shoulder and cheeks as her tongue circled my ear then bit my neck, stifling my moans as I tried not to wake anyone. I could feel her hot breath in my ear as she whispered, "Wanna join the Mile High Club?"

We made our way down the aisle to the bathroom....seeing sleeping people snuggled in their blankets, arms hanging out in the aisles, snoring coming from pillows that were jumbled at the head of the seats.

She opened the door to the bathroom and entered as I stood outside and kept guard. Within a minute she opened the door again and grabbed my hand pulling me in.

She was sitting on the toilet as I squeezed into the tiny space. My back was against the door as I entered, and she stood, pressing me against the door. My cock was pressing against her stomach between us. She reached behind me to lock the door as I moved my hands down her back then up and under her t-shirt, pulling it over her head. I slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and gently pulled her breasts out of it. Cupping one in my hand, I leaned down to suck on a hardening nipple. I could feel her moan in her chest. 

Pulling away, she sat back down on the toilet, unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and boxers down. She took my cock and rubbed it on her cheek – the soft, warm skin sending shivers of pleasure through me.

Her hands moved gently caressing my thighs, exposed abdomen, my balls, and the base of my shaft. She kept my skin guessing where the pleasure would come from next. Her fingertips settled on different spots only long enough to set off nerves and moved to stimulate elsewhere.

All her motions orbited the action of her lips moving up and down on my cock. Occasionally she'd put her hands on my cock, stroking and use her tongue somewhere else. I was eight miles high and in Heaven.

She rubbed the back of my thigh with her right hand while her left hand gripped the base of my cock. She gently took the head from her lips and worked her hand slowly up and down the shaft, while she looked up into my eyes. Smiling, she put the tip of her tongue onto my balls, and licked upwards following her hand. She ran her tongue upwards in light, flicking strokes. She switched hands, and while her left hand was playing up and down my lower back, over my ass and thighs with carefully placed touch after touch, her right hand stood my cock up so that she could run her tongue on the underside of the crown where I was most sensitive; first clockwise then counter-clockwise.

She took my shaft back into her mouth and I wondered how much more I could stand.

The next time the tongue-sequence began; she sucked my balls, while lightly scratching her nails over them, as well.

I ran my fingers through her hair and caressed her face. She tilted her head back to look at up at me.

She sucked my cock into her mouth, again and again. After every five strokes, she stopped at the bottom and made a swallowing motion that bobbed her head and cause her to take a little more of the shaft into her each time. She was gradually getting my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I'd never felt anything like this – having such an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman making my pleasure her complete focus. Each time she paused, she hummed a little around my cock, sending ripples of pleasure down it.

Five more strokes, she stopped, taking in a little more, humming.

Five more strokes again, up and down. She released my shaft from her mouth, reached down to lick me from balls to the tip of my cock. Her tongue struck out of her mouth in a sudden motion flicking the head.

One tongue thrust.

Two.

After the third, she licked me from balls to the tip, again, then impaled her mouth on my shaft. I felt more than saw her reach down between her legs. I felt her unzip her jeans and slide her hand inside. I could feel the rhythm of her arm as she played with herself while sucking my cock.

She returned to her earlier rhythm, but there were only three strokes before she did the swallowing that was driving my cock deeper into her mouth. Finally, as I thought my whole body would explode, she touched bottom. She rested there, humming on my cock. My whole body was shaking on the edge of an orgasm. I had no idea how she could breathe, but it felt so amazing that I just wanted it to go on forever. I could feel her body starting to quiver as her fingers were having their effect on her. I knew that she didn't usually cum from just her fingers, but I hoped that the situation and my involvement was helping push her over the edge.

Suddenly, I felt her entire body tighten. The muscles in her thighs contracted, her back arched, and she pulled me hard against her face tightly and then released.

She moaned around my cock as she rode her orgasm down its pleasant spiral.

She moved her head around with a rotating, almost corkscrew motion, unwinding her mouth from me, lashing my cock with her tongue, pausing, and then taking it fully into her mouth, again; again and again. My knees were getting weak as my whole body was trembling. 

And then she stopped. 

Holding my cock in her hand, she smile up and me and said, "You don't join the Mile High Club that way."

Shifting in the cramped space, she stood up and slid her jeans down. She turned towards the wall, bent over and said, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me."

I reached down between her thighs and slid one finger into her, then two causing her to moan and gasp as my other hand roamed up to her nipple, grasping it, gently cupping her breast and flicking the nipple with my fingers.

I pulled my fingers out causing a disappointed sigh to escape her lips, my hand was pressing my cock into her, sliding into the hot tightness of her pussy. I wrapped my arm tightly around her waist, pulling her against me.

Pulling myself almost all the way out, slowly, I thrust hard back inside her. I felt her shudder and push back against me. We moved in a rhythm, slow out, hard in, slow out, hard in. I could feel every muscle pulsating inside her as I moved, her breathing deepening and my thrusts getting harder, faster, pushing deeper into her.

Tremors began rushing through my body as her muscles began to grip and release my cock, clenching around it. I bent forward and pulled her up so my mouth was on her neck – licking and nibbling. I reached down with my hand to play with her clit and felt her body shiver as I found it.

She bent forwards, again, whispering "Cum for me, John". She arched her back and pressed her ass out against my thrusts as she whispered the words over and over. My hands on her hips as I stroked deeper and deeper inside her. "Cum for me, John" she whispered again. As she reached down to play with her clit, I heard a very raspy whisper "Cum with me. Oh, god, cum with me now!" 

As though she had commanded our bodies to peak...we began to merge into one intense orgasm.

I shot inside her, my body tense and quivering, both of us gritting our teeth trying to be quiet as spasm after spasm shook our bodies.

I felt her body as the orgasm took over, my arms holding her tight as a rush of pleasure raced through her. I moved my hand back down to her pussy, I could feel the sticky mixture of my cum and hers as I slowly moved in and out of her, both of our bodies twitching and jerking with post-orgasmic spasms.

I pulled her up, and we rotated so that I could sit down, and I pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her as we caught our breath and laughed.

We sat for a few minutes, relishing the afterglow, my hands were working their way up and down her sides, then down between her thighs and back up again brushing over her breasts as I continued to kiss the back of her neck. Her hands reached up and she tangled her fingers in my hair. She turned her head and pulled me close and kissed my lips. I loved feeling the warmth of her body on me.

I heard a little giggle as she said, "Welcome to the Mile High Club. I love you, John."

"I love you, too. We'll have to do this again sometime. "

She laughed and stood up. "Any time and for the rest of our lives." We started repairing our clothes. She checked herself in the small mirror over the sink, running her fingers through her hair, half straightening it, half letting it just fall wherever. She turned and kissed me deeply before opening the door and stepping out, closing the door behind her.

I finished getting dressed, and stepped out, too. The flight attendant standing in the aisle gave me a knowing smile, and then shook his finger at me and said, "Tsk. Tsk." I smiled and said, "Well, since we didn't get upgraded into first class, I had to make the flight worthwhile," and I stepped past him to go back to my seat.

She was waiting for me when I got there. She pulled up her legs so I could slide past her into the window seat. She leaned into me, pressing her breasts against my arm. "We'll have to do that again some time. Now we should get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow." She kissed me, and slid down my body so that her head was in my lap.

I stroked her hair, an innocent touch without necessarily being sexual. It worked to calm my body; focusing my attention on the feel of her hair instead of my lap where inches away a beautiful mouth I wanted kissing my skin and surrounding my dick was smiling as she went to sleep. 

I couldn't ask for anything more perfect and wonderful than having her asleep in my lap. There's something so special and beautiful about having someone fall asleep in a position like that. It makes you want to stay up and watch over them – protect them. I loved her for trusting me like that. I closed my eyes, stroked her cheek and fell asleep.

I woke to realize that she was sucking my cock. I cracked my eyes open to see that the blanket was covering her head and my lap. There was no sign of motion, but she was flicking the head of my cock with her tongue, then gently wrapping her lips around the head. Her hand was gently stroking lightly up and down the shaft. It was almost electric. Even though I had just woken up, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

She shifted slightly, so that her hand was cupping my balls. My hips started to buck involuntarily, even though I was trying to show as little reaction as possible. I pressed her head as my cock started to twitch and I came in her mouth. She sucked the head of my cock, cleaning the cum from it, then sat up from under the blanket, smiling at me. "Is that how a sex slave should wake you up?" she whispered.

On that note, the captain announced that we were beginning our final descent, and the flight attendant came through telling everyone to put their seats up, tray tables up, etc. He got to us and said, "I know you two had a good flight. Please don't do that again." And, with that, he was gone. We just looked at each other and laughed.

Part 3 – The Car

Leaving the airport, Mary steered me away from the cab line towards where the limos were parked. I looked at her and she said, "I wanted this say to be very special. Like I said, I wasn't planning to LOSE!" We walked up to one of them, and a driver got out. "Ms. O'." He came around to open the door, and I climbed in behind Mary (admiring her ass as she bent over to get in).

She pressed the button to raise the glass between us and the driver.

"Sweetheart, although I'm enjoying the idea of having you as my sex slave, I want you to know that you can tell me if I've gone too far or there's something that you don't want to do."

She took my hands in hers and stared into my eyes for a second before responding. "You know that I would do anything for you, and that I want you to do anything you want to me today. When I said that I would be your slave, I was telling you how much I trust you, and the fact that you are concerned about my feelings just tells me that my trust is well placed. I trust you to judge what you want, and what I will do. Today, I'm your slave. You will own my body and it will be yours to do with what you will." She paused, and laughed, "And, of course, I'll get to have paybacks when you lose the next bet, so I think we'll be fine."




Mary's Bet



I was speechless. After a second, I realized what the only answer could be, "I'm honored by your trust, Mary, and I will always work to deserve it." With that, I kissed the knuckle of each of her fingers, alternating between her hands, and I sealed the promise by leaning forward to kiss her lips. She ran her fingers up into my hair and pulled me hard against her face. Our tongues danced in and out of each others mouth, almost attacking back and forth. We both pulled back, gasping for breath.

I laughed, "In that case, Mary, while we're on the way home, I think you should give me a blow job."

"Of course." I leaned back and she shifted to kneel on the carpeted floor of the limo. She reached out and started to stroke my already hard cock through my pants. She ran her fingernails lightly up the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs. Every stroke of her hands sent a shiver through me. Looking me in the eyes as she unzipped my pants, she pulled out my cock, gently stroking it.

She leaned in to give the head a lick, and then began to rub my cock up and down on her cheeks, stroking herself with it on each side of her face. Her cheeks felt soft and hot against my cock, and I moaned with each warm breath onto my balls.

Soft flicks of her tongue on my balls almost sent me into orbit. She lifted up my balls and lightly flicked the sensitive patch of skin behind them, while stroking her other hand slowly up and down my shaft. She sucked one of my balls into her hot mouth, flicking it with her tongue, and then shifted to the other one. 

Mary put her hand around the base of my shaft, put the head of my cock at her lips and slowly slid my cock into her mouth. Inch by inch, it was torturous ecstasy to look in her eyes and feel her lips and tongue stroking me as she took my cock all the way into her mouth. Just watching this was almost too much for me.

I groaned as she pulled back, Pressing my hips up trying to keep my cock in her mouth. She looked at me with pure lust, stroking her hand lightly up and down my shaft. "Will you cum in my mouth?" she whispered intensely, "Please. I want to taste your cum. Let me taste your cum."

The way she was stroking me, the look in her eyes and the way she was talking were driving me wild. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. 

Mary put my cock back into her mouth, and I grabbed her head. Bracing my feet against the floor of the limo, I pushed deep into her throat. "Mmmmm.....I'm....I'm cumming." She stroked my shaft as I shot pulse after pulse of cum into her mouth.

Once I stopped cumming, she continued to gently run her fingers up and down my cock, making my body twitch with post-orgasmic sensitivity. "Wow," I said, "that was amazing."

"Thank you."

"I look forward to returning the favor later."

"Whatever you want. I'm yours to command."

We were pulling up to a hotel. "I thought we were going to your house?"

"No, I wanted this to be special. We're staying here, and we're already cleared for early check-in."

I put my cock back into my pants, tucked my shirt back in and zipped up. She straightened out her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked so satisfied and so sexy, slightly messed up like that. She was perfect.

The door opened, and we climbed out at the entrance to the hotel. The doorman greeted us, and, once again, I admired the view as Mary walked in front of me through the lobby. We checked in, and as we waited for the elevator to take us upstairs, she leaned against me and whispered, "Love in an elevator?" just as the doors opened.

"Perhaps not in a glass elevator, love," I laughed as we walked into the elevator. She laughed with me and knelt down in front of me as the doors closed. "Why not in a glass elevator?" and she unzipped my pants to pull out my stiffening cock. 

I looked down, surprised, more at the fact that I was getting hard again than at her behavior. "As much as I'd love to, sweetheart, we won't be in the elevator for long and stopping one of these in plain view might make people a little suspicious."

"Ok, then, just a lick or two, as an appetizer." Her hand on my cock was making it pulse, and she slowly licked the head with long strokes of her tongue, while looking up into my eyes. All I could think about was how beautiful she looked and how incredibly lucky I was.

We reached our floor, and she tucked my cock back into my pants.

Part 5 - The Room

We walked into the suite that she had reserved. She told me to sit on the couch and she pulled out a CD. She placed it in the room's stereo, and I laughed as the stereo pumped out the opening notes of "Leave Your Hat On." "Are you going to dance for me, love?"

"Isn't that what slave girls do?"

She handed me a glass of champagne and began to sway to the music. 

Her eyes never left mine for a moment, as she danced around the room. Then she stopped in front of me, leaned forward and shook her arms and breasts near my face. Her hands moved down to her belt as she slowly unbuckled it, then slid it out of the loops. She started swinging the leather strap back and forth, the belt matching her motions. She let the strap fall to the floor, as she seductively began to pull her t-shirt over her head, while slowly gyrating her curvy hips. Bending forward, she pressed her arms tightly to the sides of her breasts, giving me a good view of her cleavage. 

She turned around and, with her back to me, slowly slid down her jeans – rolling her hips almost hypnotically in front of me. Now, in only the skimpiest lace bra and panties, she danced and lip-synched the words to the song. She cupped her breasts, causing her nipples to pop out of her bra as she played with them. Slowly reaching down and dipping a finger into her pussy, she walked over to me and stuck her finger into my mouth as I sucked it clean. 

She paraded back around the room, stopped in front of me again, stood with her legs apart and unhooked the bra, before shaking it off her arms and catching it in her left hand. 

Mary continued the seductive dance, swinging her bra in the air as she moved, with my eyes glued to her body. 

With her back to me, she raised her butt and wiggled it, while bending over slightly. She hooked her thumbs in either side of her panties, and pulled them down. Just as the song came to an end, she stepped out of them, and turned to face me.

She'd pushed my patience and control almost to the limit.

She turned away from me so that I could admire her from behind. Her hips moved in a slow left to right, right to left motion.

Left to right, pause, look over her shoulder and smile, right to left, pause, look over her other should and smile wider.

She let her head drop down. I had eyes only for her perfect ass pointing at me. She turned around and crawled up my legs until her face was inches from mine.

Running her hands up over her tits, tweaking her nipples, she almost seemed lost in her own ecstasy – and even if she wasn't, I was.

Sliding her hands down over her body, still pumping her hips to the beat, she spun around to bend over the bed. Her body swaying to the music, I watched as she reached back between her legs with one hand to run her fingers along her pussy. After dipping her fingers into her pussy, she brought them to her mouth. She turned her head so that I could see her silhouette and watch her taste herself on her fingers.

Turning back to face me, and sitting up on the bed, she reached over to her bag and pulled out a small vibrator and turned it on. Her breath grew ragged as she ran it up her thighs. Her exposed skin was getting shiny with sweat.

Mary stroked the vibrator up and down her pussy, and I could see her juices running down her legs. She was pinching her nipples with one hand and working the vibrator in and out of her pussy in time with the music with the other. Her breathing was getting ragged as she got closer and closer to cumming.

"Take out your cock, please, John," she panted, still fucking herself with the vibrator to the music. She slid back onto the floor. Pushing my knees further apart, she slid between them so that her knees were against the base of the chair. "Cum on my tits, John. I know you want to."

I started stroking my cock. I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Please, John, cum with me. I'm so close. I want to cum with your cum on me." Her hand and the vibrator were almost a blur at her pussy. "Please. I'm going to cum. Cum with me, John."

I stroked my cock faster, feeling a huge orgasm building inside me. I heard her start to moan, "Cumming soon. Cum on me. Cum on your sex slave." I stood with my other hand braced against the back of the couch. "Ah...Ah...MMMM!" and my body jerked, spurts of cum shot from my cock and splashed on her chest as her body started to shake.

She gasped, "Oh, yes! Cum on me! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!" 

I collapsed down into the seat and she fell forward, her face in my lap. She looked up at me, leaned forwards and gave the head of my cock a lick, sending a shiver through me. Sitting up, she rubbed her hand across her chest, smoothing my cum into a glaze on the tops of her tits, and she smiled at me as she licked the cum off her fingers. That sight, by itself, was almost enough to get me hard, again.

She stared into me; the focus was back; all of her consumed in me.

She straddled my lap and sat down. She stared at me and made slight adjustments looking for the right alignment. Her body pressed against my groin as her pussy made hard contact with me. Her eyes lost focus and came back hungry. She pushed down against me, pressing me closer to her center. Her eyes lost focus again as she moved her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against me. She grabbed my shoulders, curved her back, touched her forehead to mine, contracted her stomach wall, and rubbed her clit against my cock.

She stretched her chest forward and her head dropped back. She lengthened the stroke along my cock for a longer rub.

She stopped her motion and looked at me. Her eyes were glowing with fire.

I dropped my hands to her ass, one hand on each cheek. I pulled hard and pushed my hips against her. Her body coiled in sexual tension, and she put her face against my neck. I felt her teeth as she opened her mouth onto the sensitive skin.

I kept kneading her ass as I moved her back and forth on my cock. I increased the upward pressure as I guided her towards pleasure. She whimpered against my neck and kissed it. I absorbed the desire she was throwing at me knowing what she really wanted. I felt her go higher and dug my fingers into flesh of her small, tight ass. In that moment, I could be harsh, and it only drove her closer. I tried to pull her even harder and held her still as I moved my hips to rub myself on her.

She dug her nails into my arms, battering me with her need and hunger. She tried to take back control by moving her hips, but I countered her attempts. Her entire body tightened with desire.

She took in hard gasps of breath in a series, bit the space where my neck and shoulder joined, and whispered a wordless cry into my ear. Her upper body contracted rapidly; her legs gave beneath her; and she sat down with all her weight on me.

Her hands released me.

I moved my hips one last time giving her the last push she needed. Her entire body tightened again, she dug her nails into me for a second then flattened her hands on my chest so she could push on me to get her pussy more contact with my body. Her breath exploded out of her mouth. After what seemed an endless moment, her body contracted several times. She tried to hold in the voice of the waves of pleasure that crashed through her. It was hard for her to breathe in and out without letting out the scream her release demanded. She dropped her forehead on mine and softened the pressure of her hands on my chest.

We stayed in that position while she recovered. Mary looked at me and made herself a part of my being.

She put her hands on either side of my face and moved her lips to mine.

I closed my eyes, and her tongue drove into my mouth. We touched inside, and she wrapped her herself around me. I tasted her with each part of my tongue, learning the full flavor of her pleasure.

We didn't kiss, as much as fed on each other.

I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her closer. I pushed up against her. Her hands came down on either side of my chest, and I felt her nails digging into me through the shirt.

I softened the contact of our lips, and she tried for a moment to bring me back. I kissed her again.

We had the whole day to look forward to.



Mary's Brithday Present



My best friend Mary had her 30th birthday party last Saturday, and all week I was completely clueless as to what I should get for her. Even though we wear almost the exact same size clothes I can't get those - she said that she had too many already. Shoes? Purses? Geeky gadgets? Well, she was single, and had a good-paying job, so she bought everything she wanted. She's the typical "hard to shop for" person with plenty of money and only herself to spend it on. 

A few days before the party, I was seriously stressed out over what kind of gift to give, so I had my boyfriend Mark give me a back rub. As he rubbed the kinks and knots away, I suddenly had it - a massage session! The combination of his strong hands and my revelation made me mellow out, and I zoned out while thinking back to a Girls Night Out from a few weeks ago. I realized that we had actually talked about that kind of thing.

Another one of our girlfriends was saying how well the masseuse had worked her over. From what she said, laying on that table, start naked except for a small towel, hiring some stud with the perfect combination of strong and gentle hands, and having that stud rub down your whole body was almost the next best thing to sex. Maybe it was the wine talking, but we went on a tangent of what else we would like the masseuse do. After all, he was hired out to take care of our physical issues, and he was to do whatever we wanted to make us feel better. Hey, it made more sense then. Really. 

While on the topic of sexual toys, the subject turned to some of the people we knew. We ranged from our coffee shop mix-master, to our favorite store clerks, to each other's men. We share so many stories, we knew more than we should about how good of a lover each of us girls had. Mary was the only who was currently unattached, so she didn't say too much, but she did make a couple comments about some of our men. She even said she was jealous of me because not only was Mark sexy, I had said how good in bed he was, and that he had the "massage man" angle working for him too. I barely heard someone else whisper she wanted some of him - but I have no idea who. When I heard that, plus Mary saying she would do him in a heartbeat if he wasn't mine, I got a twinge of jealousy, but just realized I was lucky to have him. 

Two days before the party, I went to at least a dozen massage parlors looking at the staff. The last one I found the person I had been searching for. He was an absolute perfect specimen. After hearing her talk before, I could imagine the way she would be reacting to his hands all over her body. Could be interesting... 

On the day of Mary's party, the girls and I decided that instead of the boring "over the hill routine" we would get silly drunk and act immature. We would give a slap in the face to getting older. We would be loud, obnoxious, goofy, and generally have as much fun as we wanted without anyone looking down on us because we were acting like teenagers again. Of course, we all started drinking about two hours before we got to the part of the birthday girl opening presents. Overall, it went well well, but I was bummed out when I heard that she had a massage the day before. But she said that she may need another one after tonight. I felt cheated that my gift wasn't unique. 

As the night wore on, we were getting sillier and goofier all the time. The guys played along nicely, but they mostly hung out by themselves, but as they got more drinks in them, they started hanging out with us more. Mark apparently really liked our outfits, or at least the one I had on. I kept finding him checking me out – mostly with his eyes. But whenever no one was looking, he would start putting his arm around me, but his hands would end up in other places.

Not that I'm complaining, but he's really starting to get me turned on. This thin top doesn't hide nipples very well. He's loving the skirt though. When everyone went to get drinks, he made me stop halfway to the kitchen, pushed me up against the wall, and kissed me. Hands not stopping, he rubbed my breasts, biting my neck, and there was not one piece of clothing that he didn't put his hands under. His hands went down my back, grabbed my ass to pull me closer, then his hand found the bottom of my skirt, and up it went.

He took my hand and made me hold his cock through the front of his pants. I didn't notice at first, but he unfastened the top two buttons on the front of my blouse, and pulled it open. Sucking on one nipple, one hand on my ass, and the other teasing all around my pussy. I couldn't take it. I couldn't keep quiet. I was biting my lip as hard as I could, but I was still moaning and gasping for breath.

As much as I hated to do it, I had to make Mark stop. I knew that there were other people just around the corner. I couldn't let them find me like this. Pushing him back, he had the sexiest grin on his face, just telling me that there was much more to come later. Breathing hard, I re-arranged my clothes to look presentable again. As if on cue, Mark and I looked up towards the kitchen, and to my surprise, I saw Mary standing there staring at me with this funny little sly grin. I think she actually looked a bit turned on for a moment there.

She turned back into the kitchen, and I heard her say that the coast was now clear; then everyone came back out with their drinks. I can't imagine how long they had been waiting on us, or how many people had seen us before they moved back. I think that Mary might have been watching the whole time. That would explain the look on her face. Mark's face got a bit red, and he quickly excused himself and went outside for some cooler air. Mary took me into the kitchen to refill my drink and teasingly asked me what I thought I was doing messing around with all these people around. I really didn't know, but I sure wasn't about to keep it from happening at all. She said she really couldn't blame me, but unless we wanted an audience, maybe we should go somewhere else. 

After Mark and I composed ourselves, we went back to join everyone else, and naturally got a bit of a hard time for putting on a little show. I noticed that the bottles of alcohol had been moved into the living room where everyone was now hanging out. Good thing too, since we played some drinking games, and they went a lot faster without needing to walk to get refills. Although I wouldn't have minded another hallway encounter, it probably prevented some more embarrassing visitor's eyes. 

After several games, we started to get to the point of stopping the hard drinking, since we were all really lit by then. We had broken into a couple of smaller groups talking about silly stuff, when I saw Mark motioning me to come over to him. Staggering over, I bumped into everyone between me an him, but at least I didn't spill my drink.

When I finally arrived in the hallway with him, he gave me a quick kiss, grabbed my hand, and led me to the first doorway off the hall. Turns out it was a bedroom, and all the lights were off. He pushed me onto the bed, then turned around to close and lock the door. I lay there for what felt like an hour and was about to get up when I felt a hand on my leg. I almost screamed, but the alcohol had got in the way of that. I didn't say anything, but I was sure it was Mark.

I felt a hand on my other leg, then both hands made their way up my legs. Soon, there was a pair of lips kissing my thigh. The hands went up to my skirt, then pushed it up. I lifted my legs up to help, then my skirt was all the up around. Before I realized it, I felt wandering hands feeling all around, and they made my panties come off. The hands held my legs up, and the lips and tongue made their way down my thighs, teasing the whole way. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't say anything, all I could do was breathe and try to keep my moaning quiet. He was kissing all around my pussy, until I could finally grab his head and put his mouth onto it.

He let go of my legs, and one hand was on my ass, and the other was now playing with my pussy. I felt a finger go inside of me, while his tongue was dancing all around on my clit. I could hardly breathe, the feelings were intense. I reached down and got a handfull of hair, shoving his face into my pussy, willing him to not stop, not letting him stop until I made him taste my cum. His tongue stopped, but I could feel his teeth gently grasp my clit, the finger in my pussy rubbing on my g-spot, and, oh no, oh no, he started rubbing a fingertip against me, further down. Not going in, just rubbing for effect, and holy shit was it working right. I am so close, I want to cum so bad, but I keep pushing it away, I want to make it stronger. I just can't hold back.

Sooner than I thought, I could feel it coming. I wanted it to last longer, but I was going to cum now! Every muscle in my body locked up, and my eyes rolling back in my head, I don't think I have ever cum this hard in my life. My whole body is shaking, and I might be able to start breathing again in a minute. I start relaxing some, but I don't know where, I can barely feel most of my body. Finally letting my fists relax, I let Mark have his head back, but I think I have pulled out half a handfull of hair. A couple minutes later, I think I can start moving again, and he helps me to the bathroom so I can sit up and avoid passing out. I really don't want this feeling to go away. He says he will see me back in the kitchen for another drink in a few minutes.

When I was finally able to make myself presentable again, I made my way out of the room to get myself another drink. I needed to drink something, don't know why my throat is so dry. Oh, wait. Ya I do. I can't help having that satisfied grin on my face the whole way out. I have no idea how long we were gone, but it looks like there are a few other happy faces around too. Now that I am starting to think coherently again, I realize that I have some major payback to take care of. I can't let that good deed go unpunished. Mary comes over to me to ask if I'm ok, and then I realize that I'm just kind of staring off into space a little bit, I guess I must look really wasted or something. So I tell here that it's not the alcohol's fault, and give her some of the details – and I must have mentioned like 5 times that I need to pay him back for that.

But as I'm thinking of creative ways for this to happen, I have another drunken moment of brilliance. I'm still feeling bad about the massage present, and Mary is about the only one that doesn't have that happy face. I stagger over to Mary who is making herself another drink, and I see that's she is barely able to pour herself another one. Looks like she is just about as hammered as me.

As I lay out my plan to her, she looks a little apprehensive through the fog of drink, but there is still the hint of a smile there, and like earlier in the night, the thin blouse gives away her nipples getting hard. After a moment of quiet, I ask what she thinks, and her smile gives it away. Even though she said that she 'guesses so' I believe the answer is way understated. I looked around and saw no one, so I got closer to her, and I have no idea why, but I reached down to grab her thigh, and moved my hand up – and I could feel that her pussy was already soaking wet.

Feeling really weird about what I just did, I smiled and backed up; she was really interested in this idea. Not two seconds later, Mark came into the room and walked up to me. I put my arm around Mary's waist, and around Mark's waist and asked him why he hadn't told Mary Happy Birthday yet. As he went to give her a hug, I grabbed his hand and moved it down. Oddly enough, nobody at all reacted to the both of us now grabbing her ass.

I took his hand away, winked at Mary, and led Mark down the hall. I told him that he was to go into the same room we had just left, take all his clothes off, and lie down on the bed on his back, and that I would be there in a minute. He just grinned and walked for the door. He got the handle to work on the third try, went in and closed the door. As soon as he was out of sight, I waved to Mary for her to come over, which she did immediately.

Mary came over to me and put her arm around me, asking me if I was sure I knew what I was saying. Just grinning, I put my arm around her and reached for the door knob. We walked in together and closed the door before his eyes could adjust to what was happening. Holding her hand, I led Mary to the bed. The music in the house was still quite loud, so I felt safe that he wouldn't hear me whispering to her that whatever she wanted to do was perfectly fine.

Since it was completely dark, I kept on hand on hers and one on her lower back just so I would know where she was. She moved up along the bed, leaning on it for balance, and I felt her tense up a bit as we both moved our hands up one leg, then grabbing Mark's cock. Hesitating just a moment, while I could feel her breath speed up, she moved forward and laid her body across his legs. Bringing her face to our hands, she rubbed her lips up and down the sides of his dick.

I could feel it getting harder, and she was now licking him, occasionally licking my hand too. After a moment of no movement, I then felt her lips touch my fingers – all the way around. I knew that this was my man, but I couldn't help getting incredibly turned by knowing that I was helping hold his cock while she sucked on it. I was getting so turned on again, that I could feel myself getting wet all over again. Just then I realized that I didn't put my panties back on after the last time, and I had no idea where they were.

Not that I cared, not then. I knew how turned on I was, and I could feel how turned on Mark was, but I wasn't sure about Mary. I started rubbing my clit, savoring the moment, and my other hand was with Mary's, stroking his cock while she sucked it. I needed something too, this just wasn't fair. My hand on her back moved up to grab her hair, then pulled back her head. A second after her lips left his cock, my mouth was on it.

As I continued to fill my mouth with him, making him squirm, I heard some some faint rustling behind me in the direction of Mary. Only needing to use one hand on his cock, I was able to rub my pussy while sucking him off. The skirt kept getting in the way, so I pulled it up over my hips so I could get to it easily. Mark was starting to move around more, and he put his hands on my head to help guide me. One hand stayed on the top of my head, while the other started slowly moving down the side of my face and neck, slowly touching everything he could.

His body kept moving in reaction to the action of my mouth. He must have moved more on purpose also, because I felt his hand start reaching down further. A finger traced down my neck, making me squirm more the further it got. He went down my neck, then straight down until he got cleavage. It wasn't graceful, but being highly distracted, he was still able to get some of his hand inside my shirt. He started out with just a light caress, but that quickly changed when he goes his whole hand inside my bra.

A light touch soon turned into and all-around massage; it was helping get me turned on, but when he tweaked one nipple, it was like a bolt of lightning shot through me. My hands clamped up, squeezing his cock with one, and the other hand acted by itself and I buried one finger all the way inside my pussy. My mouth clamped up also, but the hand on my head would not let me back up. I tried moaning around him, but he must have liked my grip also as he grabbed a handful of hair to pull. Hitting me instantly, I started cumming hard, and I just rode the wave, feeling everything in me and touching me. After a moment, my muscles let up enough to get control back, just enough to keep the pulses of pleasure going. I slowed down the pace a little bit, not wanting to stop, and not wanting Mark to be done yet.

The drinks and the dark were helping, the only things that existed in the whole world at the moment was the cock in my mouth, a handfull of balls, my finger in my pussy, and a hand on my boob. The liquor also helped slow down my reactions, as I would have probably screamed when I felt something touch my ass. My mouth full of cock, I could not do anything but mumble, but around all the other feelings, I just decided to enjoy it. I realized it must have been Mary, I had almost forgot about her and her present.

Just thinking about it got me just a little more turned on. Needing to recover for a moment, I took her hand off my ass and pulled it back up to Mark's leg. I felt her brush by me as she moved back up to the bed. She took over where I had left off while I leaned back on the bed for a moment to collect myself. Sitting back in the glow and collecting my strength again, I noticed that the bed was moving a bit more than usual. Not sure what was going on, and slightly off-balance from the drinks, I crawled back towards Mary, and I heard what was no longer a blowjob.

Since Mark was even more drunk than us, I was sure he would not notice something odd, so I reached out to feel where they were at. With unusually good aim, I found where she was. My fingers found something quite wet and moving, and in a second I realized that I had just starting rubbing Mary's pussy while Mark's dick was in it. I was now feeling very dirty, knowing that I was rubbing another girl's pussy, I started to take my hand away. Before I could get my hand away, she grabbed my hand and put it back on her. Oh my god, she wanted me there. Holding my hand on her pussy, we both were rubbing her clit while his cock was still moving inside her, I could feel it thrusting against my hand. 

Without knowing I had started, I found that my other hand had already found my own pussy and had started rubbing it. Never before had I done anything like this, but I was strangely turned on to know that I was playing with two clits and one cock at the same time. I felt Mary move my hand away, and found it was moving up. She stopped when she reached a breast, and she made me grab it.

We were about the same clothing size all the way around, but I didn't know that her breasts felt almost identical to mine, both size and feel. I felt her breast start moving, and another hand was on it's way to grab it also. Not wanting for Mark to find out what was going on, I moved my hand away. Moving my hand down her belly, I felt her pussy beneath my fingers again, but kept moving. I was looking for Mark's cock again and found it. Rubbing his cock and cupping his balls, I pictured them in my head while I continued to play with my own pussy.

I could feel the difference in rhythm, and knew that he couldn't handle much more. He must have said something, so Mary got off of him and kneeled back down. I knew he was ready to cum now. Mary was right next to me, and I could feel her arm moving as she brought herself closer as well. She moved forward to take him back in her mouth. Not wanting to lose her again, I reached out and put my hand on her back. I could feel her moving her body as her head moved around his dick. I was getting closer again just listening and feeling what was going on.

Not realizing it, I found my hand moving down her back, across her ass, and to her pussy. She was rubbing her clit, and her muscles were starting to shake. She suddenly leaned back up straight, and my finger that was on her clit was now inside her pussy. She was so wet, and the angle was just right, and my finger just found it's way inside of her; but my hand was stuck on the floor below her, so I couldn't exactly stop without causing issues. I could tell that Mark stood up, and could hear that he was now rubbing his cock, finally about ready to cum.

Both of them so close to climax, my finger was inside her, Mark was about ready to cum, and I was rubbing my own pussy, almost ready to cum again. I heard Mark grunting, then a moment later I cold feel cum landing on my cheek, but only a drop or so. Mark had just cum, and most of it was sure to be all over Mary, but some had gone off target to get me also. That sent Mary over the edge, and I could feel her pussy muscles reacting. I came only a couple of seconds later, knowing that Mark was thinking he just came on my chest.




Mary's Brithday Present



Since Mary was naked and I wasn't, I couldn't get close enough for him to grab at me. Wiping his cum from my face, I crawled up on the bed, gave his cock on last quick suck and kiss, I leaned towards his face and told him to get dressed and meet me back in the kitchen for another drink.

We needed to get out quickly, so I helped Mary find her clothes, then fixed mine. We headed back to the door and both slipped outside as quick as possible. I couldn't help but notice the glow on her face, which was all red, as I helped her get dressed in the hallway, and we went back to the kitchen on legs that were not very steady.

She gave me a big hug and thanked me for the best birthday present she could have hoped for but could never have asked for. She told me it had been way too long since she had sex, and finding a good safe man was hard to do. Kind of side-stepping the details, she mentioned that another girl had never done things like that to her, and although it felt good then she was obviously quite embarrassed. That subject never again came up, but she never said she was sorry or mad about it.

A few minutes later, a very satisfied-looking Mark met us in the kitchen. He started grabbing my ass, but that turned into a hug and a deep kiss. After having only about half of his drink he said he was done and needed to go to bed and pass out. He wished Mary a very happy birthday and that he hoped she had a wonderful evening. Giving him a hug, she said thank you in a voice that implied more than just words. He tried to back off, and her extended hug made him look at me funny. Someone called to Mary and she excused herself for a moment. Mark whispered to me his thanks for an outstanding fuck, noting that I seemed not quite myself at times. I just blamed it on the alcohol.

That night, I was able to get myself some great drunk sex. But luckily because the similarities in body and clothing, plus the numbing effect of the drinks, I was also able to give my friend a special treat she needed. I never thought that I would be OK with my man's cock inside another woman, but I guess this was a special case. It was my idea, he didn't know the difference, and no one was likely to say anything. 



Mary's Business Trip



My wife Mary was always complaining that she didn't get out of the house enough so when I offered to take her with me on my business trips she jumped at the chance. She would take her bathing suit and lay around the hotel pool or go shopping while I was taking care of business and in the evening we would go out to dinner and look for a dance spot. On some nights there were cocktail parties to attend and since these parties always had business overtones we almost always went to them. Mary has one major flaw - she has a very low tolerance for alcohol, three drinks can have her semi-comatose, and so I have to keep a very close eye on her at parties.

My last trip included one of these parties and as usual Mary had too much to drink, but she is fun when she is 'giddy' so I switched her to ginger ale and kept an eye on her. At the end of the party we returned to our hotel and Mary talked me into stopping at the hotel bar. We took a table near the back and placed our order. We were on our second drink when I was paged for a phone call. I got up and went to the wall phone to take the call and fortunately from where the phone was I could see our table. The call was from one of my most important customers and getting him to sign an agreement was the sole purpose for this trip so there was no way I could just tell him I would call him later. From the phone I watched a guy approach our table and talk to Mary. She got up and moved to the dance floor with him and following the dance he escorted her back to the table and sat down with her. He ordered more drinks and they danced some more while my phone call drug on and on. I saw the man's hands disappear under the table and Mary give a start, and then she laughed at him. His hands stayed under the table and I saw him move a closer to her. They sat that way for several minutes and then Mary got up and headed for the ladies room. The man went to the bar and got another drink and I lost sight of him. 

My phone call ended and I went back to the table and ordered another drink. I kept looking around for Mary and after ten minutes I got up to go and look for her. At the ladies room I asked a women coming out if anyone else was still in there and she told me there wasn't. I turned to head back to the bar when the door to a storeroom next to the restrooms opened and the man I'd seen talking to Mary came out pulling up his zipper. I heard a giggle and looked into the room in time to see a man drop to his knees between a woman's legs; her legs came up to lock behind the mans legs and her arms came up and wrapped around his neck and I heard another giggle before Mary's voice cut through the air clear as a bell.

"You feel good. That's it. Right there - oooh yes." 

I stepped into the room and saw Mary laying on a stack of flour sacks, her dress up to her waist and her panties hanging from her left ankle, as the man between her legs started to fuck her. I stepped forward but some one grabbed my arm and a rough voice said:

"Wait your turn, Mac, we were here first" and it was then I noticed that there were at least five other men in the room. 

I don't consider myself a coward, but there was no way that I could take on everybody in the room to get my wife out of there. My other option was to go and get cops to help me, but that would have meant bad publicity for Mary and her church going family would never have understood. The ironic part was that the publicity would help me with my client - I knew he wanted to fuck Mary -because when he heard about it he would think his chances would be better. No, the real reason I wasn't going to do anything was because I was turned on watching a perfect stranger fuck my wife.

I watched for the next few hours as she was fucked by the rest of the men in the room and by a few more that had come in after me. When the last one had left I pulled down her dress, stuffed her panties in my pocket and picked her up and carried her to our room. I undressed her and then I took my turn at her cum filled cunt. I fucked her for what seemed to be an hour; I could not cum and my cock stayed hard as a rock. Finally, and almost painfully, I was able to shoot into her. I lay down beside her and fell fast asleep. When I awoke the next morning Mary was sitting on the bed beside me reading. When she saw I was awake she asked me what I'd done to her last night. 

"You don't know what you did?" I asked incredulously. 

She said she did not remember anything after sitting down the table with me last night. She had a vague remembrance of my getting up to take a phone call and that was it. I told her what had happened and she looked at me stunned. 

"How many?" 

"Nine that I know of. Several of them twice. There might have been one or two before I found you." 

She got a small smile on her face. "Did I enjoy it?" 

"Baby, you were begging for it. When the last guy finished you were crying 'next', please don't stop now. Who's next?" 

She took a long look at me. "You said you liked watching. Can we do it again? With me sober?" 

I nodded my head yes. 

"One more thing. You say your client wants to fuck me. Do you want me to fuck him?" 

I thought about that one for a minute. "Before last night I would have said no. Now I would probably like it, but not until I have his signed contract in my pocket. I do not want him thinking that he bought you by signing with me."

My client, Phil, signed with me at lunch that afternoon and less than an hour into the cocktail party at his house that night both he and Mary disappeared. I don't get to watch this time, but I am sure that I'm going to have a lot more opportunities to see my Mary at work.