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Liz

By: Jizaz_Jester



I don’t know how it happened, how it came down to that. Liz was in my English class, she was a hippie by any standard, and most guys would have been repulsed by the simple fact she never wore deodorant. I thought she was wonderful, tangled black hair, olive skin, natural smell and all. 

I knew she always got on campus late, and more often than not had to park near the edge of the parking lot. When she left the lot was empty except for very few cars. I lied to the professor, told her my brother had called, and was in a wreck, he needed a ride home. I went out and waited about fifty yards from her car, off in the side of the lot, nearly hiding in the bushes. I dressed completely in black usually, so no one noticed when I was wearing black jeans and a black sweater, it worked as no one that left seemed to notice me. 

I wanted to run away, run to my car, drive home and scold myself for hours in the mirror for even thinking about what I was about to do. Right before my conscious was going to win though, I saw her walking up from the other end of the parking lot. She didn’t look as nervous as usual when she walked to car. She often asked me to walk with her after class so she wouldn’t havta worry about anyone jumping her. I felt like a such a shit as I sunk a lil farther into the shadows on the driver’s side of her car.

She looked so great in her cloths from good-will, the bell-bottoms were stretched tight on her ass just below a light coat that was wore over a fuzzy sweater. I could smell her as she walked beside her car, it was a musky scent covered up by a strong smoky smell, not of cigarettes and nicotine though. I knew the smell pot from family and friends, as well as a few of my own experiences.

I moved just as she unlocked and opened the back door to put her books inside. I rushed silently up behind her, I didn’t want her to see my face, to feel that betrayal yet. I clamped my hand over her mouth and my other arm around her waist. She struggled and tried to scream. “Shh, sh, shh.. quiet down, or I’ll make this painful.” I whispered and prayed she didn’t recognize my voice. 

I undid her pants first, and wrenched my hand down the front of her panties. She struggled and tried to clench her legs shut, preventing me access to her bush. I gave her head a slight a jerk and pushed down harder til she relented and let my hand freely into her fur covered crotch. I had heard her mention that didn’t shave her legs, but I never thought that applied even to her pussy. I didn’t mind, if anything it made me more aroused. I pulled my hand out after I stroked across her fuzzy slit a few times, just enough to where I could smell her sex. I was beyond caring about if she knew me or not when I realized her pussy was slightly damp.

I let go of her mouth so I could push her pants and underwear down to her ankles, and after pushing her to her knees in the backseat, wrenched a shoe off and took one leg free of her clothes. I looked at her ass and her furry snatch before climbing in after her. I could feel hair on her legs, and couldn’t care less. I stroked her pussy with my fingers a few more times while I unzipped my own jeans to pull my dick out, and moved closer to her, getting millimeters from her lips. “Please...” she whimpered to me. 

I knew meant “Please no, don’t do this to me. Please stop, this is isn’t right and you know it.” but all I could think was “Please, fuck me.” I lurched myself forward, my penis penetrated her and she screamed. I nearly put my hand over her mouth but she had quieted down, now moaning instead of screaming. I started slowly pumping in an out of her, not pausing to think about how wet her pussy already was. She was tight, like a vice on my dick, it felt more incredible the deeper I got into her. The more I pushed though, the louder her moans got.

By the time my stomach was flush with her ass, and my cock was throbbing deep inside her, she was nearly screaming again. I reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a hankerchief and quickly tied a gag on her mouth. Now knowing she wouldn’t make any noise, I grabbed ahold of her hips and began pounding into her pussy. As I was violating her body, I heard a beep. I slammed into her and fell over her body causing her to drop her cell phone.

I grabbed her wrists to keep her from reaching for it and leaned back, pulling her arms behind her back as I started fucking her cunt again. I glanced down and in the dim light I could see my cock, greasy with her juices sliding in and out of her tight hairy lips. I was still wrenching her arms behind her by the wrist, and I apologized for hurting her right before I looked down and saw her left eye staring up at me. Her head was to the side, and she could see me over her shoulder. The street light was behind me, and I hoped it shadowed my face enough to conceal my identity. I pumped her pussy for a few more minutes, and then I heard. “God, please, don’t cum in me. I don’t want a child from this. Please.” I figure she had worked the gag loose, and I at least owed her this favor.

I pulled out from her, but I still wanted to be inside her body when I came. I was smarter than to attempt a forced blowjob, so the only alternative was quivering in front of me. My cock was still slick from her cunt, so I pushed it between her cheeks, and the head was wedging her pucker apart. “No...” she whimpered as I forced the entire head inside her tight sphincter. I heard her suck in a sharp breath as I pushed harder, getting more of my cock into her ass. It was tight enough to nearly be painful. I mounted her ass higher and forced my weight on her, pushing my dick all the way into her ass.

I fucked her this way until my legs were cramping, and then slid back behind her again, pounding nearly as fast and hard in and out of her anus as I was her pussy before. She was moaning again, but it sounded like she was biting her lip to keep from getting too loud. I was getting close when I noticed this, so I pumped my dick into her a few more time and I shot my cream in her ass. She seemed to get tighter if it was possible, and my cum was filling her up. I never remember cumming for so long than on that night, in Liz’s ass while she clenched her eyes and teeth shut. I couldn’t help but notice the wetness spraying from her pussy lips and all over the front of my legs.

I collasped on top of her, my dick limply sliding out as her ass lowered until her pussy was pressed against the seat. “I’m sorry Liz.” I told her. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” I paused while eased off of her. “I never meant you any harm baby, I just wanted you more than I can say. I still want you, and I never want anyone else to have you.” I kissed her then, and pulled myself out of the car. I tucked myself back in my pants, and zipped them up before running away to my car and speeding home.

I worried all that weekend that the cops would come to my door. That I’d end up in prison getting raped like I had raped Liz. I hated myself for doing it. I hated her for letting it happen. I prayed that the college would burn down before Monday, or I would be ill and not have to go. But I went, and I sat in class worried about what Liz would do. She showed up just as the role was being called. She had her usual wider than possible smile on her face, and her light blue eyes didn’t show any sign of worry or horror about what I did. That was all I could look at her though. 

I stared straight ahead the entire class, and never said a word. When class as over, I was the first up and out the door. Liz caught up with me as I reached my car. She pushed me against the car, and kneed me squarely in the crotch. My temples pounded and tears came to my eyes as I feel to my knees. “That was for raping me you son of a bitch!” She yelled and walked away for a second, then turned and ran back over to me. I ducked and closed my eyes, hoping she wouldn’t kick me again. Liz grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up nearly to her height, and locked her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth and wrestling it with my own. When she finally pulled away she told me. “That was for one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.” 

We kissed again, this time I was standing, holding her almost off the ground. “Let’s go back to my place.” she told me.

Liz



I rolled her over on her back. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away. "No, no kissing," she said. I shrugged. If she didn't want to kiss, that was fine with me.

I'd met her at the hotel bar, where she had just started working. Her name was Liz and she screwed up my order three times. "How hard is it to remember a double scotch?" I teased. I flirted with her all night. She had a high, infectious laugh that rang in the room like the sound of bells. When the bar closed for the evening, she followed me back to my room.

At first she sat on the bed and talked about her father while I poured myself a drink. Given the difference in our ages, it didn't take a genius to imagine she saw me as some sort of father figure. But her neuroses were none of my concern. I gulped down my scotch and tried not to think about it too much.

I got her blouse off. Her bra was white and mostly transparent. Her nipples were as big around as silver dollars, and they formed dark circles under the lacy fabric. I tried to reach around her back and unhook her bra.

But she suddenly twisted away and bounced out of reach. She sat up on the edge of the bed with her back towards me.

I pulled myself next to her. "What's wrong?" I said.

She sighed deeply. "I should go."

I ran my finger down the ridge of her backbone. "No, don't go. Stay here with me tonight." I prodded the clasp of her bra with my fingertip. It had a double hook - it would be a simple task to unfasten it.

"I can't." She reached down and picked her blouse up off the floor.

"Why not?"

"It's my husband. He is supposed to call."

I sat up beside her. She turned her head slightly away and wouldn't look at me. I bumped my bare shoulder against hers. My erection tented my slacks.

"Why don't you call him tomorrow?" I took her hand and put it in my lap. Her fingers tightened around my prick, and she finally looked at me and smiled slyly.

But her smile quickly faded. "Didn't I tell you?" she said. "My little brother died last month. He committed suicide. He was only twenty-three."

She buried her face in my neck, and I knew why she had laughed so much earlier in the evening. Tears trickled down my chest, and I stroked her long hair.            * * *    

The next night I went back to the hotel bar, and Liz was there again. Her smile beamed as soon as I walked in the door.

"Hello!" she said. "I was hoping you'd come back!"

She had the night off, but she had come to the bar anyway hoping to find me again. We stayed for a couple hours, and I bought her four drinks. She was happy and smiling and laughed at all my jokes. As the evening wore on, she kept stroking my forearms as if she couldn't keep her hands off me.

She was a little tipsy. I decided I'd try again to get her, and again she agreed to come back to my room. I bought a bottle from the bartender and we skittered up the elevator like a couple of guilty school kids.

She still wouldn't kiss me, but this time I got her bra off. Her breasts were large and soft, and those big nipples squeezed up tightly when I sucked them.

I tried to pull her panties down, but she grabbed my wrist. "No," she said.

"No?" I said, a whine creeping into my voice.

"No. I'm sorry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I felt playful and didn't want it to end. "I'll tell you what. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

She scrunched up her face. "Ah. So that's how it's supposed to work?"

But I wouldn't be so easily deterred. I yanked my shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I took her hands and wrapped them around my straining cock. "Feel what you do to me?"

"Hmm," she smiled, and her hands moved almost imperceptibly on my penis. "But I'm still not going to fuck you."

"No?" I was repeating myself, and I was annoyed at myself for not being able to think of anything new to say.

"No."

I couldn't figure her out. I got up off the bed, my hard-on waving stiffly. She rolled over on her belly, her tan panties stretched tight over her ass. She turned her head towards the window. She had a dreamy, far-away look in her eye.

I found a tumbler and filled it with scotch. I took a deep swallow and nearly gagged, but I forced it down. And then I took another swallow. I refilled my glass.

For just an instant, I thought about what my wife might be doing at home. Probably doing mundane household chores, like ironing clothes. While watching TV. Not that it made much difference what my wife was doing.

"Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow?" Liz said into the pillow. I barely heard what she said.

"What about your husband?"

She rolled over on her back, and she looked at me through her lashes. Her large breasts formed two beautifully soft pillows on her chest. "He left a message on the machine yesterday. They are keeping him until late next week." She paused and looked at me expectantly. She was a very pretty girl. "So what do you say?"

I watched with an increasing desire as her fingers tickled absently over her tummy. I could feel some of the old fire beginning to flare in my veins.

If I were smart, I would forget her and move on. But she had touched something in me that reminded me of my younger years. It reminded me of when I was first married, when I was sure I could still triumph over the world.

"Sure," I said, "I'd be glad to."            

* * * 

I arrived at Liz's house at five o'clock sharp. She stood on her porch and waved as I pulled into the driveway.

She gave me a quick tour through the house. It wasn't much of a house, really. And compared to my wife, Liz wasn't much of a housekeeper. "This is the kitchen," she said. Loose photographs littered the counter like unraked leaves. The pictures were all of various people, friends and family, I presumed. I looked through a few. Liz herself was only in one, a group shot of four people standing together in the bright sun. She was on the right, brightly radiant. The old couple, her mother and father, stood closely together in the middle. And the teenage boy, who stood slightly away from the other three, his hands thrust in his pockets.

"That's Eddie," she pointed, "and those are my mom and dad."

It was hard to relate Liz to this family. I looked at her mother's eyes, but they were cast in shadows and didn't reveal a thing. And Eddie's somber face was a complete contrast to Liz's ebullience. I had to look closely to see any familial resemblance at all - perhaps a similarity in the slope of the nose, or maybe the chin.

She showed me a few other nondescript rooms and then led me down a narrow hallway. "And this," she said as she threw open a door with a flourish, "is the bedroom."

The bed was unmade and the room smelled faintly of a pine disinfectant. She sat on the bed and faced me and threw her arms apart. "Are you coming?" she said, smiling widely.

We rolled together on the bed. This time she let me kiss her, and her hands were all over me. Our shoes thumped to the floor, and we quickly whipped off our shirts. Her breasts felt exhilarating against my bare chest.

I pulled my underwear down and my erection sprung free. She stared intently at my penis and licked her lips. And then she looked me in the eye. "Do you have a condom?" she asked.

"No," I said. She let me pull her panties down, and they got caught up around her knees.

"You don't?"

"I came here straight from the convention. I haven't had time."

"You need to have a condom," she said.

I was deeply disappointed, but I tried to play the responsible adult. "That's smart of you," I said. "You can't be too careful these days."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that. I think I can trust you. It's just I can't get pregnant."

"You're not on the pill?"

"No."

"I don't know," I smiled, and I twirled my fingers around in her soft, dark pubic hair. "That wouldn't be so bad."

"I can't justify bringing a baby into this world," she said, but her voice was off in a different place. Her eyes had that distant look again.

"Maybe I could borrow one of your husband's."

"No. Charlie won't wear them."

I fingered her navel. "So what does he do? Does he put it here?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes. But mostly he doesn't come. He can fuck for hours without coming. But maybe his sperm count is a little low." She sighed. "Or maybe it's just me."

"If it's you, then maybe it'll be safe."

"No."

I raked my fingers through her curly hairs. "So I'll pick up something tomorrow, OK?"

She smiled. "All right."

Her eyes dropped and got a misty look in them. She seemed to be drifting away again. I tried to reel her back in.

"But in the meantime, what about me?" I said.

She blinked rapidly and looked at me. "You? What about you?"

"About this?" I said, pointing to my erection. "How about you finish me with your hand?"

"No."

"Or a blowjob."

"No."

"Why not?"

"That would make me too excited. I wouldn't be able to control myself."

I laughed. I had never run across a woman who resisted like this! "So then what? Do you just want to get drunk?"

She frowned. "Don't be mean. Who knows? Maybe if you were more persuasive ..."

"I think I'll just go back to the hotel."

"Charlie can get me to do what he wants. Charlie knows how to push all my buttons."

"Too bad Charlie is a thousand miles away."

She got very quiet and I immediately felt bad. I sat down beside her on the bed and caressed the back of her neck. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just a sour old man."

"No you're not. You can be sweet when you want to be."

"I really should get back, though. If I'm going to get drunk, I should do it where I don't need to drive."

"OK."

She had a disappointed look on her face that gave me one last pause for optimism. "Unless it's OK for me to stay here tonight," I said.

She spoke almost in a whisper. "I don't think that's a good idea."

I nodded. I expected as much. "But we'll do something tomorrow, OK?"

She smiled. "I'll call you," she said.

I picked up some condoms and a couple bottles of scotch on the way back to the hotel. In my room, I poured myself a big, thumping drink, but fatigue overwhelmed me before I got a chance to finish it. I fell into a deep, child-like sleep.   

* * * 

The next day I skipped out on the convention and met her at the city park. I knew my boss would notice my absence and I would catch hell, but it had been a long time since I cared what my boss thought about me. I'd been considering quitting for years, but I never went through with it because the thought of looking for a new job made the skin at the back of my neck prickle uncomfortably. That, and I couldn't bear the thought of telling my wife I was unemployed.

The day was warm and sunny, and the air smelled of freshly cut grass. She brought a plastic grocery bag full of food, and we found a quiet corner to sit and eat.

She was playful and attentive. After we ate, we walked around the park, hand in hand. I whistled some old romantic tunes, and she laughed and hugged me. Whenever we walked by a tree, we would sneak behind to kiss.

She had to leave after two hours. "Charlie said he would call this afternoon," she said. "But this was fun. Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? Daniel is going to be there too. He's an old friend. You can meet him."

I wasn't happy that we'd have company, but I really wanted to see her again. I told her I'd go back to the hotel and change, and I'd be at her place at six.   * * * 

When I arrived, Daniel was already there. He was young, like she was, and had a serious look that made me take an instant dislike towards him. He had long blond hair, steel-rimmed glasses, and carried a book bag over his shoulder. He sat on the living room floor and said things like, "Sartre was a fool."

They had a pizza delivered. I drank scotch and they drank the cheap beer Daniel brought with him. They played their music so loud we could barely hear ourselves talk. But Liz was having a good time. I sat in the big easy chair and tried to smile as I sulked.

Daniel didn't leave until after one o'clock. "Thank God he's gone," I said when she closed the door behind him. I could feel a comfortable, alcoholic spin in my head. "That was boring."

"Be nice," she said. "Daniel is a good friend. And you know, I think he likes you."

"Daniel needs to find his own girl." I hugged her and kissed her and she leaned her head back and gave me a good, long look. She seemed to be sizing me up, so I gave her as good a smile as I could muster after all the alcohol I'd consumed. Lucky for me, my drunk smile can be endearing. "Why don't we just go to bed?" she said.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

I poured myself a drink while she hurriedly slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt. I put my drink down, stripped, and followed her under the covers.

She lay her head on my chest and I picked up my drink again. I sipped carefully while she played with the hair on my chest. For the first time I noticed she bit her fingernails. I thought I should probably get rid of the booze, but I took another sip.

"Does your wife know you cheat on her?" she asked.

"I doubt it," I said.

"You don't think she suspects these little trips of yours?"

I thought about that. My wife doesn't have much of an imagination, really. "I don't think it would even occur to her."

"Do you think she's cheating, too?"

"No. She seems reasonably happy. Besides, she doesn't have the time."

"But you find the time."

I drained my drink and set the glass on the floor. The heat of alcohol rose in my veins.

She rolled off my chest and lay down beside me. She stared blankly up towards the ceiling. "I found out Charlie is cheating on me," she said.

"Yeah?"

"With my best friend."

I traced my fingers across her nipples. They puckered slightly, then relaxed again. I wondered about steel-rimmed Daniel. Was she fucking him, too?

"Charlie doesn't mean to hurt me. In some ways, he's just a little boy."

I pulled the sheet back. The entirety of her naked body lay stretched out on the mattress. The baby-soft skin, the womanly breasts, and the slight pooch of her belly.

"In a way, I'm much older than he is." She sighed. "He's really just a little boy."

The wild tangle of black hair between her legs begged to be explored. I crawled downwards and got a good, close look. She smelled of cunt and sweat and beer.

I pressed my nose up into the crease of her crotch and slid up and down. Her hips rose up off the bed and I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pushed my face up harder. Her slickness built between her fleshy lips, and I rubbed my face around. I found her clitoris and gave it a tender kiss.

And then I licked her clit, firm tongue lashes, pressing it hard against her pubic bone and letting it side out from under my tongue. Her whole body jerked as it popped out of my tongue's control. Her nipples strained fabulously, and I sucked her bulging bulb right into my mouth.

She squirmed and arched against my face. "Now," she panted, "now."

I rolled on a condom and kneeled between her legs. Her face was bright red. Her brown pubic hair was plastered to her crotch with all the wet. I held my cock and placed the head at her glistening opening. I rubbed it up and down through her slit. "Tell me you want it," I said. "Tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me," she said, and I knew she was finally mine.

I slid into her slick sheath, and she surrounded my cock, she pulled me into her, and I thrust into her, feeling her hot cunt, feeling the exquisite sensations along the length of my shaft and rubbing against the flare of my cockhead, and I pumped and pumped and the pleasure spiraled inside me, and I fucked her, and I fucked her, and I fucked her, and the cum gathered and my body stiffened and I fucked her some more and finally, oh finally, the pleasure spilled forth, the ecstasy grabbed me, and my semen spurted out of me.

Happy at last, I lay back and spun hazily towards sleep. I was vaguely aware that she still lay awake, and for a moment I wondered if she had got hers, too. I thought maybe she had, but I wasn't quite sure. I wasn't quite sure.   

* * * 

I woke up, and she lay behind me in bed with her arm draped around my waist. Her open palm rested on my belly, and her soft breasts pressed against my back. Her mouth was right behind my ear. I could feel her moist breath on my neck.

"Let me tell you about my brother, Eddie," she whispered.

My head felt clear, just a hint of the alcoholic fog. How long had I been sleeping? "No, you don't have to."

Her arm tightened around me. "But I want to tell you. I need to tell you."

We lay still for a long time, and I thought maybe she had changed her mind, that she didn't really want to talk. But just as I began to dip back towards sleep, she started speaking in an easy, measured voice.

"My brother was always a loner," she began. "Even as a kid, he kept to himself.

"Me and my parents were always worried about him. Even as a little kid, but especially later, when he was in high school. Eddie never seemed to have friends, and he'd spend hours by himself in his room. Sometimes he'd just lie there. Sometimes he'd lie there for so long it scared us. He would skip school all the time. I mean, kids skip school, that's just something they do. But Eddie wouldn't even do anything when he skipped. He'd just stay home and do nothing and get caught. All for no reason.

"I would come back from college and ask him how he was doing. He always said, `Fine,' and that was it. I used to buy him beer and he'd say, `Thanks.' It was like talking to a fence post.

"He had a really tough time. He was such a sad boy. But he never got in a lot of trouble. He finally got through high school. But I was afraid how he would handle moving away from home and going to college.

"But he actually did OK. He even graduated, although it took him five years and his grades were never good. He still wasn't too social, and he never brought friends home, but he seemed to be surviving. I talked to Mom and Dad about it once. We thought maybe things weren't so bad.

"We were stunned when he got married. No one even knew he was seeing anybody, and all of a sudden, he came back home with Arlene, his new wife. My parents and I were so surprised! But we were also very happy for him. We were sure he was starting an exciting new part of his life.

"They had the baby right away. Arlene was wonderful. She doted on that kid, you could tell she adored him. Mom and Dad were delighted to have a grandson. They teased me that they always thought I would be the first to give them grandchildren.

"Eddie, though, never seemed to connect with the baby. While Arlene took care of the baby, he would just stand back in the corner of the room and watch like he was a stranger in his own home.

"Eddie always got these spells. As long as I remember, he would sort of drift off. He would just lie in bed staring at the ceiling, and he wouldn't say a word to anybody. Sometimes these spells would last just an hour, but when he got older, sometimes they lasted for days. Mom would get so scared. Dad thought maybe he was faking. We didn't know what to do. But he always snapped out of them eventually.

"I think the spells stopped when he went to college. But after the baby came, he started having them again. Arlene called me one day in a panic, telling me that Eddie hadn't moved a muscle since Sunday.

"And I didn't do anything. I just told her Eddie did that sometimes, that you just have to wait and then he'll snap out of it. He always did.

"And then a couple days later, I got the phone call at work. Arlene was hysterical, she said she needed help." Liz breathed a long, slow, ragged breath. "I called the police, and they got there right away. Right away. But it wasn't fast enough. Eddie had a knife, and ..." Her voice began to break.




Liz



I rolled around to face her. Tears welled in her eyes. "No more," I said gently.

"That poor baby. And Arlene." Tears streamed from both eyes. "And then he used the knife on himself ..."

"You don't have to go on," I said.

"I drove up to Arlene and Eddie's place just as the police broke down the door. They made me go inside so they could figure out what happened. There was so much blood! Later, at the funerals, everyone stared at me like I had some horrible contagious disease.

"Ever since then, I seem to cry all the time. I can't help it. The littlest things will set me off. One time a lady yelled at me in the grocery store parking lot. And I just couldn't control myself. Charlie had to leave work and come pick me up. When we got home, he slapped my face. He told me not to be so emotional."

"That's enough," I said.

"And the worst thing was, it was all my fault! I told Arlene to just wait, that Eddie would snap out of it. If I had just told her to do something, none of this would've happened. Don't you see? It was a terrible thing, and it was all my fault!"

She sobbed loudly, and I gathered her in my arms. I held her and stroked her long hair.   

* * * 

I woke up at dawn's first light with her mouth around my cock. Her lips formed a tight seal, and she bobbed her head vigorously up and down. She stared me right in the eye, looking up at me through her long lashes.

She pumped her mouth up and down, and I thought about what she had said about her brother the night before. I cradled her face with my fingertips and gently lifted her towards me.

We kissed, and she pressed her warm body against me. Her knee worked between my legs, and her crotch settled down against my upper thigh. Her hands ran strongly up and down my sides.

I rolled her over on her back. Her nostrils flared as I kneeled between her legs. I picked a condom up off the nightstand and tore it open, but before I could get it on, my erection began to sag. "Damn!" I said. I tried to handle myself hard again. I tried to think about her cunt, her curly pubic hair, and her soft folds.

But seeing her lying there, I thought about her brother, and I could no longer think of her just as someone to fuck. I tried to imagine what her life must be like. A foolish husband, ineffectual friends. Why did she reach out to a drunk old fool like me? What did she think I could give her?

My erection was simply gone. I threw the unused condom in the trash and slumped against the headboard.

"It's OK," she said. "I think maybe I'm just that kind of girl. It happened with Daniel, too." She covered my shriveled penis with her hand. "And my husband hasn't made love to me in a month."

"It doesn't happen to me," I said.

She smiled and gave my thigh a pat. She laid her head down on the pillow, and her eyes drifted off, and she got that dreamy look again.

I snatched up the scotch bottle from the nightstand and took a long, deep pull. The rich alcohol burned all the way down. I wiped my mouth. I could smell the scotch on the back of my hand. I took another swallow.

"You know, maybe sometimes you drink too much," she said. "I think you passed out on me the other night."

I set the bottle down. She really was a nice kid. What had she done to deserve this kind of life? "Thanks for the advice," I smiled.

And I felt the sudden need to leave. But leave for where? I didn't want to go back to my hotel room. And I surely didn't want to return home. And I couldn't stand the thought of leaving Liz lying there alone.

And then the idea struck me.

"Liz, why don't you run away with me? We can go somewhere warm, like San Diego. I've been thinking about leaving for a long time. I hate my job. My wife wouldn't miss me - we don't have much of a marriage anyway. We could start our lives over new."

The idea made perfect sense, and I looked at her like a dog waiting for its dinner.

A smile touched her face. She turned towards me and took my hands in hers. She looked me straight in the eye. And she talked. She talked quietly and firmly.

And while she never came right out and said it, I knew she was telling me in no uncertain terms that she would not go away with me. She had a kindness and caring and gentleness that far exceeded her years. I felt like a child being let down easily by a loving parent.

She kissed me gently. I looked into her warm, moist eyes. It was a silly idea, of course. The last thing she needed in her life was a man like me.

I couldn't just lie there, though, and I stood up. If I had been back in my hotel room, I would've packed my bags. As it was, I could do nothing but pick my clothes off the floor while I talked to her.

"So, what are you going to do with yourself, Liz?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said.

I felt a determination rise in me like I had not felt in years. "I'm still going," I said.

She stood up and hugged me and kissed me. "You do what you need to do."

I saw in my mind exactly how her life would go. She and her husband would split up, and she would search about for other men, men like Daniel, who were just as incapable of dealing with her. She would bounce around in life, like a ship at sea in search of a friendly port.

And I realized too that I would never really leave my wife. Thinking back, the idea of moving to San Diego seemed ridiculous.

But I still felt the determination. I'd do something. That much was for sure. 

* * * 

Liz dropped me off at the airport. She gave me a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek as I prepared to board the plane. "Take care of yourself, OK?" I said.

"I will," she said.

"And Liz, if you need anything ..."

"I will be sure to call." We hugged, and she gave my rump a playful pat. "Bye now," she said. And I walked down the ramp onto the plane.

I wondered if maybe I should have gone to San Diego after all. I wondered what my wife would be doing when I walked in the door. I wondered if I should tell her about Liz, but I couldn't imagine how to confess my indiscretions without making an even bigger mess of my marriage.

I stowed my bag and sat down in my seat. I asked the flight attendant for a scotch, took a deep breath, sat back, and buckled my seatbelt.



Liz



Liz was late picking Brian up from the hotel.

She knew he'd be angry. He just didn't understand that doctors (she was a secretary to a medical specialist) often ran late and secretaries just can't leave patients when the doctor is consulting.

She parked the car in the hotel car park and got out.

Liz was a very attractive woman. She was 38, divorced mother of two teenagers and she kept herself in good shape purely by working hard at her two jobs. She'd be the first to tell you her bum was way too big and that her thighs were something she'd rather not talk about. The truth of the matter was that she was tall, with a full breasted 38D figure, trim waist, flat stomach, was extremely attractive, had a beautiful personality and exuded sensuality.

She walked to the door of the hotel. She hated going in there. She was always the recipient of the same course remarks and lewd stares, but Brian insisted she come in to pick him up.

"I'm not waiting outside for ya like some bloody loser," he'd say.

"But that hotel is just full of low life who make feel like some sort of whore when I walk in," she'd counter.

"But you are a whore sweetheart. You're my whore."

So she went and got the usual disgusting comments.

"Hey baby, looking for somebody 'cause I'm somebody and I've got a big one for ya."

"Hey spunky, want a seat? I gotta face ya can sit on."

More of these types of remarks, plus the guffaws, followed her as she made her way to Brian.

"Where the fuck have you been," he snarled at her. "It's huppast bloody six. You're supposed to finish at five. We've gotta drive up the bloody coast ya know."

"Brian, I've told you time and time again, doctors run late, and every Friday we have the same bloody conversation. Just finish your beer and we'll get going. I don't know what you're getting upset about; I'm the one who has to drive."

"Yeah, well it'd be nice to get there on time, just for once."

They headed off to the central coast. Brain making small talk and jokes at her expense. 

She wondered why she was with him sometimes. Sure he was good looking in a rugged sort of a way but he never treated her nicely, always putting her down in front of others. She supposed the sex, when he wasn't drunk, was good. But even that had lessened over the past few months. She wasn't sure he wasn't getting it somewhere else occasionally.

They arrived at the caravan park on the bay, after stopping to get some liquor.

"Could you get me some Stollys and a bottle of wine please," she asked.

"Sure. Give us your money."

He was a mean bastard, she always had to pay for her own drinks.

She took all of the stuff out of the car and put it the van, the food and grog in the fridge while Brian grabbed a beer and went to the van next door to talk to his mates.

"Hey Lizzie," she hated being called Lizzie, "after dinner we'll play some cards with the guys, OK?"

"Whatever," she said, less than enthusiastic.

Liz prepared their dinner, as she always did, and had a few drinks whilst doing it. By the time dinner was finished she was feeling a little more relaxed and less uptight. She cleaned up the dinner table while Brian got the cards and things together.

He set up the card and drinks tables outside the van in the open grassed area.

The guys came over about 9.30, by which time Liz was very mellow and sipping on a glass of Verdelho, her favourite white wine. 

Brian's best mate Swanny was the first in, gave Liz a peck on the cheek as he sat down. There was Alan, Liz didn't like him much, thought he was always trying to undress her with his eyes, and Alan's teenage son Paul.

She couldn't remember how late it was, or even why she agreed to it, but they were playing strip poker and she was down to just a G string. Liz wasn't sure why her nipples were extended. It may have been the cool night air or the fact she was just a bit turned on from the lustful looks she was getting from the men.

Young Paul was down to his boxer shorts, trying to hide his tent like erection. Swanny and Brian were both naked, their cocks at better than half mast.

Liz lost the next hand.

She started to slide off her G string whilst still sitting down.

"No. No," Chorused Brian and Alan, "You can see us all exposed. There's nowhere we can hide our cocks. We want to see your cunt!"

Liz boldly stood up and walked to where all the men could see her clearly. She slid the G string down over her hips, stood with her legs apart, hands on hips. Her clean shaven pussy bare as a baby's. Her outer pussy lips were parted revealing her inner lips noticeably wet and extended. It was obvious she was aroused.

"All happy now?" she questioned the group and sat back down.

She looked at Brian who, along with the others, now had a full on erection. 

He smiled at her, but it wasn't a loving or sincere smile.

"Young Paul here has never had a fuck. Why don't you take him inside and fuck him!"

Liz just looked at him, incredulous, unable to speak.

Paul's face was beetroot red, but his obvious erection was still showing.

"Whatsa matter," said Brian "cat gotya tongue?"

Liz didn't know what to say, or do. All the men were looking at her.

"I don't think so Brian," she stammered.

"Why not? Here's yer chance to crack a virgin. You've never had a virgin. Have ya?"

"My husband was a virgin when I first met him," Liz reminded him coldly.

"Yeah, but you weren't, were ya. You were the right little slag. Rootin' your little heart out since you were fourteen."

Liz inwardly cringed, wishing she'd never disclosed these intimacies with Brian. But also never believing he would repeat them in front of others.

"Now, you gunna take him in and fuck him, or what?"

Liz stood up proudly. Defiantly she looked at Paul.

"Come on Paul. Let's go inside."

The teenager scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking the table over in his haste. His erection poking straight out in front of him.

Liz smiled to herself. "At least I won't have to get him hard," she thought.

Inside the van Liz turned to him, proudly displaying her nakedness.

"How old are you Paul?"

"Eighteen," he stammered.

"Thank god I'm not going to get charged with carnal knowledge," she thought to herself.

As much as she tried to convince herself she was being forced into this, Liz secretly was very turned on and she couldn't wait to feel the boy's cock inside her.

She lay down on the bed, legs spread apart.

"Come on big boy. Put that thing inside me."

The boy quickly removed his boxer shorts and knelt between her parted legs. His cock wasn't that thick but it was a reasonable length, probably about six or seven inches.

She took hold of his cock and he visibly shuddered. Pre cum was already leaking.

"Christ. I hope he doesn't blow before he gets it in me," she thought.

"Steady young fella. We've got plenty of time." And she guided his erection into her very wet cunt.

He slid all the way in without stopping and started vigorously thrusting himself in and out of her.

"Whoa boy!" she said. "Slow down. You don't want to blow your load so quickly, do you?" 

But there was no stopping him and within seconds he jetted a stream of cum into her cunt. She felt the force hitting the walls of her vagina. But he didn't stop thrusting. Nor did his cock go soft!

Liz started thrusting back at him, raising her hips off the bed to meat his every thrust. They quickly set up a vigorous rhythm. The boy bent down to suck at her right breast, his hand squeezing the other, whilst he pounded away at her pussy, his cock driving in and out of her wet and willing cunt. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. She could feel herself beginning to lead to an orgasm, when he stiffened and jetted another stream of cum into her.

He collapsed down on her, their perspirations mingling, his hand still clutching at her left breast and his cock now starting to shrink.

Paul rolled off Liz and looked at her.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said adoringly.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck," Liz said, smiling. Then she remembered as the boy blushed. 

"Oh I'm sorry Paul. I forgot. I'm the first, aren't I?"

The boy nodded, his face reddening.

'Well I'm very flattered and honoured to be your first," Liz said, trying to give him back some pride, "And if you perform like that with the girls, you'll have them running after you, and that cock." 

Paul brightened up and got up off the bed.

"I'd better go and clean up," Liz smiled, grabbing her robe and towel. "I'll just go over to the amenities block and have a quick shower." 

When she came back to the van, holding her robe closed around her body, Paul, Alan and Swanny were all still sitting at the card table.

"Where's Brian?" she asked.

"He's in the van," Alan answered, with a smirk on his face.

Liz ignored the smirk and went into the van.

She found Brian lying naked on the bed stroking his erection.

"Hey baby, come and suck this."

Liz absolutely loved sucking cock. It was one of the sex acts that really got her juices flowing. She'd never figured out why, she just knew it happened.

But she was hesitant this time.

"I don't' think so Brain. Not with the others just outside."

"Ah forget 'em. They'll go home soon," he replied.

Still hesitant, Liz looked down at him on the bed, his hand still wrapped around his cock, the bulbous purple head swollen. She could feel the moisture beginning in her pussy.

She let go of the robe and it fell to the floor. She bent over the bed and took his cock in her hand. She loved the feel of his cock; it was very thick and veiny. And right now it was as hard as a rock!

She bent over further and stuck out her tongue, touching the tip of the head. Already she could taste the salty pre-cum. Liz let her mouth slide over the head and down the shaft. She felt Brian stiffen, then relax, as he always did, when she first put her mouth on his cock. 

"Fuck that's good. Christ, you know how to suck cock baby."

Liz just nodded, accepting the compliment. She now had her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it as her mouth followed her hand up and down the shaft. Her other hand was cupped around his balls, lightly squeezing and releasing.

As far as Liz was concerned one of Brian's good points was he didn't blow quickly, so most times she got to orgasm as well. She didn't think it was due to any consideration on his part, just the fact he didn't cum quickly.

Liz wasn't sure how long she'd been sucking and stroking Brian, but it was certainly having the desired effect on her. She could feel the wetness inside beginning to escape through her cunt lips, her own insides beginning to churn.

Suddenly, Liz felt hands on her hips and something poking at the entrance to her cunt.

"My boys had some of this hot cunt. Now I'm gonna have some." She heard Alan say.

Liz immediately started to lift her head and try to back away but Brain grabbed her head with both hands and held her down on his cock.

Alan gripped hold of her hips, pushed the head of his cock hard against the opening of her pussy and slipped easily into the wet depths of her cunt.

Liz gasped. He was longer and much thicker than his son. She could feel her lips stretch to accommodate him as he slid his cock all the way in and filled her cavity with his hardness. 

Liz tried in vain to break out of Brian and Alan's grasp.

"Just keep sucking and fucking, you slag," Brian snarled. "You know you're gunna love it. Just what you've always wanted, two cocks at once."

Liz remembered saying something like that to Brian once, in a moment of sexual frenzy. But it was a fantasy she thought, not something she wanted in reality.

Given the circumstances, there was not much Liz could do about the situation. Brian was holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth, matching stroke for stroke as Alan assaulted her cunt from behind. Between them, they'd built up a good rhythm on Liz's body.

Liz gave up and resumed sucking and stroking Brian's cock. As much as she hated to admit it, she was enjoying the penetration of her cunt and was actually lifting her pussy to meet each of Alan's inward thrusts. The father was much more polished in his actions than the novice son. His stokes, whilst firm and forceful, were varied by his body movements and Liz could feel his cock moving all around in her cunt, which was now running with her juices. One moment his cock was pressing against the opening to her womb, and then the next second, by slightly shifting position, it was rubbing against her G spot.

Liz could feel her own orgasm building as she furiously sucked and fucked both the cocks in her. 

"You said she was a hot fuck Brian. You weren't kidding." Alan gasped.

"Yeah. She's always been a hot root, from the first night I met her. We fucked all night that night too.'

Liz cringed inwardly, but still could not stop the enjoyment she was feeling.

Her orgasm now approaching rapidly, Liz worked even more furiously on Brian's cock, but still he didn't cum. 

Then her own orgasm hit her.

She lifted her head off Brian's cock and started giving her familiar moans, gasps and groans as her orgasm wracked her body.

It was enough for Alan and he shot his load deep into her pulsating cunt, spurt after spurt splashing the walls of her already dripping cunt. He kept moving his cock in and out of her until, at last, her orgasm subsided. Then he withdrew his softening cock.

Her legs trembling Liz went to sit on the side of the bed.

"Oh no baby, climb on this," Brian demanded. "I want to feel what it's like slipping into a cum filled cunt."

Wearily Liz straddled him and lowered her cum filled cunt onto his cock; some of Alan's cum dripping down onto Brian's stomach, cock and balls as she did so.

Brain immediately began thrusting himself up into Liz's sloppy, wet cunt.

Weary as she was, Liz couldn't help but respond and within a matter of seconds was vigorously riding Brian's cock like there was no tomorrow.

Although she felt a little shame on what she was doing, Liz had to admit to herself that her body had never felt so sexually alive. It was like her whole being was centred on her cunt. That she was living only from within her pussy.

Liz was vaguely aware of Alan leaving the van, she thought. Then Brian pulled her down to him and started kissing her passionately, their tongues probing at each other. Their passion rose intensely as tongue met tongue and cock and cunt fused together.

She felt a movement on the bed and then a finger began probing at her anus. She stiffened and started to struggle but was held tightly by Brian. She could feel an oily liquid being applied to her anal passage.

"No Brian. No." she screamed.

"Shut up bitch." He hissed at her, "Or I'll gag ya. It's not the first time you've had a cock up yer arse."

He held her tightly as she felt one finger, then two penetrate her arsehole. They moved around inside her anal cavity, spreading the warm oil. 

The fingers withdrew slowly and she could feel the head of a penis probing at the entry to her anus.

Both she and Brian had stopped moving now, awaiting the entry of the member into her anal passage.

The cock, obviously slicked with lubricant, forced its way past her sphincter muscle.

Liz could feel her arse muscles relaxing as she began to feel the enjoyment of both of her holes being penetrated at once. She began to respond as the anal intruder slid all the way in. She could feel his pubic hair against the cheeks of her bum. She lifted her arse up to meet the thrust of his cock. 

Soon the three of them set up a rhythm and Liz felt her whole being alive, as the warmth of pleasure, spread from her genital and anal areas throughout her body.

Her hands on Brian's shoulders now, she concentrated on the pleasure she was receiving, still unsure as to whose cock it was giving her the anal pleasure.

Her eyes closed as she rode her two cocks, Liz became aware of someone standing near her. She opened her eyes to see young Paul, stoking an erection, just inches from her face.

"What the hell," she thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound," and beckoned the boy to her.

The boy shyly came forward and in one movement she took hold of his cock and slid in into her mouth, swallowing it all the way.

Now, she thought, I'm in heaven. All three holes filled at once and she set about pleasuring herself.

As said before, Liz loved sucking cock, and it wasn't long before she felt her own approaching orgasm. Vigorously she rode the two cocks in her arse and cunt, the men responding in the same manner. She could feel waves of pleasure spreading from within her belly, knowing her own orgasm was approaching rapidly.

But it was the boy who came first, spurting his cum down Liz's throat. As she swallowed it greedily she wondered how he could still produce so much cum when he'd already blown twice before.

It was the trigger to her own orgasm though, and she felt the familiar spasms begin in her own genitals. Her body shook as the boy withdrew his cock from her mouth and she cried out in pleasure. Then she felt the cock in her arse erupt, spewing cum into her bowel, jet after jet, after jet. 

At that point Brian gave one last hard upward thrust and he too emptied his cum into her waiting cunt.

This continued her own orgasm and she fell down onto Brian's chest as her cunt spasmed around his spewing cock, trying to milk every last drop from him. The cock in her arse followed her down and kept pumping in and out of her 'til the she thought she would pass out from the pleasure of the two spasming cocks inside her.

Eventually, both cocks softened and withdrew from her body. It was only then she saw the anal penetrator was Swanny. 

Exhausted, Liz rolled off Brian and fell into a deep sleep, cum seeping out of her arse and cunt.

This orgy scene was never repeated, in spite of Brains best endeavours. However, Liz did have many more threesomes with Swanny and Brian, right up until the time she and Brian split up.

If Liz was honest with herself, she'd admit it was one of the most sexually arousing experiences she's ever had, even though it was forced upon her.

Liz still adores sucking cock, still loves anal sex but is now strictly a one man woman.

I know, because I'm lucky enough to be that man!



Liz



Copyright 2006 by IR Associates

Liz

She'd no sooner opened the door to her apartment then a knife was held to her throat.

"Don't scream."

When the pressure on her throat was eased, she asked, "What do you want? We don't have much money."

"I don't want money." She felt the prick of the knife now in her lower back. "Walk forward slowly. Slowly! One step at a time. Now turn around."

When she turned around, the glare from the side window was in her eyes, and the figure at the front door was hidden in shadow.

"Take off your clothes."

Her hand clutched at her throat in response, then stopped, frozen.

The man made a threatening gesture. "Unbutton your blouse." 

This time, she hastened to comply, fumbling with the buttons till finally the blouse opened exposing her bra and her bare midriff.

"I see you use a front loader." He chuckled. "Now, unsnap it."

She unsnapped her bra and her breasts fell free. A natural C, her breasts looked smaller perhaps because her nipples were so large. "Now, turn around."

She felt mildly irritated; didn't he like her bosoms? Most men did. Her husband was crazy about them. She turned as directed; then his arms were around her, a breast in each of his hands, his fingers playing with her nipples, barely grazing them, then stroking, then a mere whisper of a touch.

Her mind remembered a half-completed Karate lesson, strike down along his leg with the heel, then smash his instep, but he had the knife and besides, she felt limp all over. Her first orgasm had come this same way, by herself in the bathtub, her fingers grazing her nipples, stroking them just as he was doing now.

When he unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor, she made no attempt to resist.

The room was so silent; the only sound her rapid breathing.

He removed his fingers. "No," she said, unable to contain herself, startled by the sound of her own voice.

His hand pressed down on her back, and she bent forward; his penis entered her vagina at the same time and she came instantly. Then he was working it back and forth inside her as if he had all the time in the world. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to a second climax.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she shouted as if he needed encouragement. The strokes grew wilder. Once he slipped out and she reached down and thrust him back in again. When she came for the third time, he came too wet and sticky.

The hands came down from her breasts, one to her vagina where the heel of his palm just barely grazed her clitoris, and one to slip her panties down over her firm buttocks.

The hand at her vagina was replaced by a finger, then two fingers, then three, making only light touches, each time opening her wider and wider. The other hand was at her breast again.

"Don't turn around," he warned.

"I've got to sit down." 

Still behind her, his hand on her breast, he guided her to a kitchen chair. When she sat down exhausted, he remained behind the chair until he had tied a dishtowel around her eyes as if they were about to play a game of blind man's buff.

The refrigerator door opened, then closed. He obviously had found something he liked because she could hear the sound of chewing, followed by the sound of a liquid being poured into a glass. She started when she suddenly felt a drop of moisture on her nipple; his mouth followed. "Milk from the source," he said.

"We haven't had a child yet," she mumbled as if this were somehow important. First one nipple, than the other received his attention and she was halfway to a second, no a third orgasm. Unconsciously, she reached down and cradled his head in her hands as if he were her husband and lover rather than some dreadful man who had broken into their apartment. When he eased her up out of the chair and sat down on it himself, she spread her legs immediately at his touch and sat down on his lap facing him. Their hands met as they both tried to guide him quickly inside her.

He had taken her nipple into his mouth again, through there was no milk this time unless his previous efforts had somehow stimulated production. She braced herself, hands on his shoulders and began to move slowly up and down, seeking to find just the right angle, just the right rhythm.

"You're doing all the work," he said, releasing her nipple for the moment. She had no breath with which to reply. She was so close to coming and then she was convulsing, her vagina closing down around his penis, bringing him deeper into her.

"Wow," he said.

When her orgasm had subsided he began to move and to move her, the long strokes accompanied by little bites on her breasts and shoulders. Then his hips were thrusting upward out of control and once again, they came together.

He lifted her away from him finally and staggered to his feet. "I could use that dish towel," he said. "No, don't take it off."

He ran the water in the sink; he'd found something, another dishtowel probably and was wiping himself off. His fluids and hers were now dripping down her thighs. Oh well, there would be plenty of time to clean up before her husband came home.

His footsteps moved away across the carpet, pausing for an instant at the front door. "You're something else, Betty."

He must have read her name off an envelope. 

"Liz, you can call me Liz." She said.

    II

As Liz and her husband had been trying for months to have a baby, it was no surprise when two weeks later she found herself pregnant, to be confirmed a month later by a test kit, morning sickness, and butterfly marks on her cheeks.

The only question was whether it was her husband's baby or the rapist's.

Not wanting her husband to know what had happened that afternoon, she had cleaned up carefully, taken a shower, and then inspected herself in the mirror. Finding tiny bite marks on her breasts that might or might not turn into hickeys the next day, she made sure that when her husband came home that evening she was wearing only the skimpiest of clothing.

Once undressed, she insisted that he bite her breasts and suck her tits before she would let him inside her. She tried to get him to go down on her but, as always, he was reluctant. At any rate, any evidence of the intruder's presence was covered up by the next day.

Life went by without further incident, until several weeks into her second trimester, when one of the other tenants in their building had the bright idea of holding a building-wide party.

The idea was a success, the majority of the party goers motivated as Liz's husband seemed to be by the desire to see more of some other tenant or tenants whom they had only glimpsed coming and going from the building.

The object of her husband's attentions appeared to be a skinny blond that one of the other tenants had said made her living as a model. I'd like to see him get off on her tits, Liz thought.

Abandoned by her husband, she roamed the fringes of the party hoping she might bump into someone who would hold the same fascination for her. Perhaps her pregnancy was keeping the men away

The man who stood next to her by the counter separating the living room from the kitchen, dressed in white shirt and chinos, was tall and athletic, handsome as a male model. He even smelled good. 

Still, she was the one who had to start the conversation--which surprised her, she might be pregnant, but she was easily the best-looking woman there. When he replied, finally, she knew why he'd remained so quiet.

He was the rapist, had to be. She recognized the voice, and, now she came to think of it, she recognized the masculine aroma that emanated from him.

"What apartment are you in?" she asked, trying to act as if she didn't really have any hidden motivation such as calling the police the minute she got back to her apartment. 

"Oh, I don't live in the building."

They were both quiet for several minutes while the party went on noisily around them. How on earth had he gotten into the building? Downstairs in the front lobby were security cameras, double locks on the doors, and a doorman on duty, at least during daylight hours.

"It's noisy in here, isn't it?" the man said.

She nodded her agreement. 

"Would you like to go some place quiet?" 

Again she nodded. He would probably try to take her to his building a few doors up or down the street. Once she had the address, she could work on getting the apartment number.

But instead of leading her down the stairs to the street, they took the elevator up to the top floor and then walked up the stairs to the roof.

"The door up here is locked, isn't it?" The door to the roof had been locked the one time she tried it. But the door was not locked now and in a moment they were outside in the fresh air, the lights of the city stretching off into the distance below.

"It's beautiful," she said, somewhat hesitantly. She did not like heights. Looking out to her left she saw that the next building, a duplicate of hers, was only a few feet away.

"You could jump the gap, I guess," she said.

"Or you could use that board over there to build a bridge." Which explained how he must have got into her building. Getting into her apartment would have been even easier; a credit card could do it unless she or her husband remembered to lock the dead bolt, which they seldom did.

"You're a very beautiful woman," he said.

"I'm a very pregnant woman," she replied. And a very horny one, she thought; the second trimester she'd learned was always like that--three months of ecstasy, given the right stimulus, that is. "You can eat me if you want," she offered.

He owed her one, if he was the rapist that is. Either way, she couldn't lose on the arrangement. Let her husband flirt all he wanted with the skinny model

"I'd be glad to." He led her around the back of the elevator housing, knelt on the tar, slipped her panties down as he had months earlier and went to work. He was as skilled with his tongue as with his other member and it didn't take long for her to climax. He could come inside her now if he wanted and she very much wanted him to.

The door slammed on the other side of the elevator where they'd stepped out on the roof a moment before. They could hear voices. "I'm sorry," she said as she bent down and slipped her panties back up her other leg, "I guess you'll have to wait."

"That's O.K. I owed you one."

He was the rapist! All at once she forgave him. He had given her several excellent orgasms after all. "You can come to my apartment tomorrow at three if you like. Can you make it?" He nodded that he could.

They traded places with the other couple--the man from apartment 19, the woman from 27--and walked back to the stairway. Everyone seemed to be having a good time that night and she wondered idly how her husband was doing with his skinny model. The answer, judging by the fierceness with which he attacked her when they were in bed that night, was that he'd struck out.

   III

The rapist, his name was Frank he'd told her, was not in her apartment the next day at three when she returned. A half hour later, she'd just about decided he was not coming after all, when he appeared in the doorway credit card in hand. 

"Sorry I'm late. Your next door neighbor was fussing about in the hallway when I got here so I had to go back upstairs."

Her next-door neighbor, an elderly woman, was indeed very nosy and she thanked him for his discretion. 

"Oh, and you really ought to lock that deadbolt." She laughed.

"Shall we try the kitchen again or would you prefer the bedroom?"

They tried both the kitchen and the living room. For the time being, she decided, the bedroom would be strictly reserved for her husband. They also tried both the sitting and the from-the-rear positions.

"We won't be able to use the sitting position much longer. Pity, your breasts are so incredibly beautiful, now. Tell me," he asked, after she'd place his hand on her belly to feel the kicking infant. "Is this my child or his?"

"I don't know," she replied truthfully.

They agreed to meet again the following week, this time in a motel, to avoid all possibility of discovery. The motel was expensive, but she did not want to be seen going into his apartment building or have him be seen going into hers. The charges began to add up though.

When she realized that once a week might not be often enough for him or for her, she would walk to the park, he would pick her up there in his automobile and she would either give him a blow job or he would reward her with his agile tongue. Alas, with her protruding belly, there wasn't room for much else.

Of course, her husband still needed to be satisfied, but during her second trimester this was no problem and a twice-daily workout seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.

Occasionally, she would look rather hungrily at a well-hung delivery boy, and once, at a very attractive (and married) man on the third floor of her building, but she always restrained herself.

In the last months of her pregnancy, she wasn't able to see Frank very often, even a walk in the park could be difficult, but he still arranged to sneak into see her. With her husband also displaying a keen interest in her breasts, she hoped there would be enough milk for their child when he or she finally arrived.

Then abruptly, the baby was there and every waking hour seemed to be filled with things for the two of them to do. One day she realized she hadn't seen her lover in more than a month and had to ask herself whether she really wanted to again. 

Seeing him would mean hiring a sitter. But she'd been planning to hire one anyway in order to go back to her part time job. Her husband had no objection. The girl she chose finally was an 18-year old named Katie, not too much in the breast department but with red hair, freckles, and a skin like fresh cream. Katie proved to be very good with Robert, Jr. for she was relaxed from the beginning, even though Liz was still quite nervous.

"I've taken care of all my younger brothers. Babies aren't fragile, they don't break, and you needn't worry about the bairn when he's with me."

Liz asked her once if she was planning to have bairns herself. "After a bit, perhaps. I'm saving my money and Conrad is too."

"Do you and Conrad, you know?" Liz asked her later on after a few weeks had gone by and they were close friends. Katie had recoiled in horror. "Not till we're married. If you start doing that sort of thing, you can't stop, I've been told. Conrad had me touch his thing once, through the pants. He liked it, but I knew I couldn't do it again. It wouldn't be right."

Liz wanted to hug the girl. Indeed she wanted to do more than that, but contented herself with a kiss on Katie's cheek, after which she went out the door, though she did not go shopping as she'd told Katie, but to the motel, where she did a great many things with Frank that Katie and Conrad probably hadn't even thought of doing.

She was sitting up in bed with her second husband, as she'd grown to think of him, when Frank asked her about the girl. "She's very pretty."

"Her name's Katie and she's a virgin." Liz told him, "Would you like to screw her?"

"Very much so. If you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all, there's a thing or two I'd like to do with her myself. Now here's my plan."

   IV

When Katie stepped into Liz's living room the next morning, she recoiled with horror. Liz was tied to a chair, naked, while a man stood above her holding an upraised butcher knife. He'd covered his head and face with a pair of nylon hose so that his features were all distorted. 

"Help me," Liz cried.

Katie started to head from the room to get help but the man's hand was already on her shoulder. "Not so fast." 

"Help me," Liz repeated. "He's going to rape me."

"Not necessarily, depends on your friend."

"What? What do you want?" Katie stammered.

"I want to see your tits."

"No," she replied weakly. No one had ever seen her small breasts apart from her mother or her mirror.

"He's got a knife," Liz said.

"Unbutton your blouse and I won't hurt you."

She turned; perhaps she could still get away. But as quickly, he turned her around again. "Will you unbutton your blouse or will I just rip the buttons off."

The lace blouse was a good one and had cost her many hours of babysitting. Slowly, unwillingly, she unfastened each of its buttons.

"Now your bra," he said as he pulled the ends of the blouse roughly from her skirt.

"Please," Liz said as if it were she who were being threatened.

Katie reached behind her back and again complied with what the man demanded. She was doubly ashamed. Not only because she stood naked in front of a man, but because her own beasts seemed so tiny compared to Liz's large beautiful ones.

The man whistled. "Just beautiful." He looked down intently at her breasts and then slowly up into Katie's eyes, "I so much want to caress them.

"But I won't," he added hastily when he saw her reaction. "Now, I want you to kneel down before your friend."

Katie turned and knelt down slowly facing Liz, the man's hands pressing on her shoulders. She wanted to look away having never been this close to another woman's private parts before, but he held her so she could not move. 

"Now, you will either do what I say or I will rape this woman."

"No," Liz cried.

"What do you want me to do?" Katie smiled up at Liz so that she needn't look at what was wet and glistening before her.

"Kiss her. No, don't get up," he added when Katie started to rise. He held her back and urged her forward.

She thought, he wants me to kiss Liz's. . ."

"I want you to kiss her pussy."

"Please or he'll rape me."

"I'll rape her," the man said and Katie saw that he had unzipped his fly and was now brandishing what to her was an enormous penis.

She took a deep breath, bent forward, and gave what was meant to be a quick kiss on Liz's swollen vaginal lips. But when she tried to move away, she found her head held firmly in place.

Liz had bent down was whispering in her ear. It was Liz's hands not Frank's that held Katie's head but she wasn't to know that. "Use your tongue," Liz said.

Katie flicked out her tongue. Once when she and Conrad her fiancé were kissing he'd stuck his tongue inside her mouth. She'd stuck out her own tongue immediately before she realized how wrong that was. Now her tongue was licking the inner edges of Liz's pussy, then thrusting inside, her mouth tasting then swallowing the overflowing juices.

She felt dizzy and her arms reached out automatically for support, encircling Liz's waist. For an instant, Katie's hand reached up and caressed one of Liz's ample breasts before as quickly she tore it away.

Liz grinned upward at Frank acknowledging the gesture. Her thighs gripped Katie's head firmly as her legs went around the girl's back. She, too, had no intention of letting go until she'd had her pleasure.

Katie had begun to lick and suck in earnest not knowing that the juices she swallowed were a mixture of Frank's and her friend's, nor that her own juices had begun to spill around the edges of her cunt.

She felt fingers now toying with her nipples, a man's arms around her back. Strangely, their presence only made her feel warmer and more comfortable, less afraid.

She barely reacted when her panties were pulled down her thighs, then over one ankle. The man's finger probed at her vagina. Conrad had tried to put his finger there once, but of course she wouldn't let him, not until they were married.

It wasn't a finger. As wet or wetter than she'd ever been before, Frank's penis slid easily into her vagina, only requiring a little force as the last of her hymen tore away.

He began to move his cock in and out slowly, his hands all the while massaging her breasts and stroking her nipples. A wave of ecstasy began to spread slowly though her body at the same time as with sudden convulsions Liz began to buck in the chair pulling Katie up and down and Frank in and out with each movement.




Liz



The pressure on Katie's ears and head suddenly eased up as Liz released her hold. But Frank had not let go. He thrust harder and harder now, turning her and moving her across the carpet with each thrust. She gave a little cry at the same time that she could feel his liquid surging up inside her.

A moment later, she was standing up, Liz's arms around her from behind. Liz caressing her breasts, kissing her hair, saying over and over, "It's all right."

The next day Katie would be shown a picture. It showed her standing, Liz's hand on her bare breast, Liz holding up Katie's skirt in front so that Katie was naked from the waist down, her cunt hairs glistening wet, a dribble of cum on her thigh along with several spots of blood.

   V

Katie had stayed with the baby that day, though Liz had offered to let her go home if she needed to. "I don't really need to go out." But Katie had insisted. It was her job and besides taking care of the baby would allow her to keep her mind off what had just happened, on what, if anything, she could tell Conrad.

She had not planned on going back to Liz's house the following morning, but Liz had called and begged her to come. "You were the one who saved me. You can't possibly be embarrassed. You only did the things you did to help me. I will always be grateful."

When she had got to Liz's apartment, Liz had hugged her and given her a long, lingering kiss, one that had ended only when Katie broke them apart.

"This isn't right," she said, "two women like this."

'But yesterday we were so intimate. You saved me."

Katie shook her head. She and Liz had been intimate, true; but it was wrong all wrong.

It was then that Liz showed her the photograph. "What if I were to show Conrad this picture?" Liz asked.

She had led Katie to the bedroom then, propped herself up on the pillows, with her knees spread apart, revealing that there was nothing under her robe, nothing that could come between their mutual enjoyment.

Katie set to work, at first unwillingly, and then as Liz began to caress her breast and finger her clitoris, enthusiastically. When Liz had climaxed, finally, she insisted that Katie take one of her swollen breasts in her mouth and lie beside her.

Katie was surprised to find that Liz's breast was filled with milk, though she shouldn't have been, and she sucked greedily, ashamed she might be stealing the milk from the baby. "Don't worry, he gets plenty." Liz said.

Every fiber in Katie's body wanted Liz to move her finger still resting so lightly on Katie's clitoris, to bring her to the ecstasy she'd felt the day before. She heard a footstep, felt rather than saw Liz looking up, heard her say, "She's ready."

Katie was not really surprised to see the tall handsome man standing there, the mask no longer on his face.

While Liz stood up from the bed and put on her robe, the man lifted Katie up and placed her head on the pillow Liz had just vacated. Then the man lay where Katie had lain and began to suck gently on Katie's breast. She never wanted him to stop, wanted to have a baby so that her breasts too would be large and filled with milk. Then his mouth was down where her mouth had been on Liz, his tongue licking the edges of her vulva, sucking on her clitoris, bringing her almost, but again not quite to her climax. 

He pushed up on his elbows then and stared down at her. She reached up quickly and kissed him. He took her hand and guided it to his stiff, erect member. It felt so long, so soft, so beautiful. "Put me inside you," he whispered. Conrad has asked her once just to touch it through his pants; she'd refused, told him they had to wait till they were married. Now, she fumbled a little fitting Frank's penis to her opening; he was so large, the opening so small, would he ever get inside? 

But he did and she came at once with a brief cry. He was not through with her though. He lay still just holding her for a moment and she felt her vagina beginning to pulse of its own accord, gripping and releasing him, gripping and releasing. Then he was moving back and forth, back and forth, slowly as if they had all the time in the world, and she was thrusting her hips up from the bed, eager to get him all inside her, reluctant to let him withdraw. 

Once, slowly, deliberately, he withdrew his penis almost all the way out of her. "No," she cried. "No what?" "No, I want you to fuck me, fuck me." And he did sliding his penis in and out in long strokes.

She lost all control over her body, could not believe the words coming out of her mouth, dug her nails into his back. Now, she was on top. He was biting her breasts, was thrusting in and out. She screamed as he seemed to empty a bucket of his cum inside her.

Then, they were side by side on the bed, his hand on one breast, her hand on his penis.

They were lying that way a half hour later, when Liz came back into the room, still wearing only her robe.

"I see you've almost restored him," she said, referring to the somewhat enlarged penis that Katie now held in her hand.

"Do you know what to do now?"

Katie shook her head.

"I'll teach you. I'll teach you everything." Liz lay down beside Frank on the opposite side of the bed from Katie, her head on the level with his waist and indicated that Katie should slide down and join her.

"Do what I do," Liz said and proceeded to use her tongue to lick upwards from the foot of Frank's shaft to the elongating tip. She stopped and supervised as Katie duplicated the movement. Then the two of them set to work in earnest, licking and nibbling. "Pretend it's an ice-cream cone," Liz said and Katie began to lick the tip tasting the last remaining drops of her own fluids mixed with Frank's. And then, because she couldn't restrain herself any longer, swallowing as much of his member as she could, till, no longer asleep, Frank exploded once more. His cum ran down the edges of her mouth, she choked, and then his cum was everywhere, in her hair, covering her face, dripping onto her breasts.

She saw a flash of light and sat up, Frank rising to sit beside her

Liz straddled the foot of the bed, the camera that had been used the day before in her hand. "You two make a perfect couple. Have you given any thought to marrying her?" Liz asked. 

"Marrying her?" Frank repeated. It was clear that this struck him as a rather off-the-wall idea. Katie on the other hand, looked up at him as if she couldn't imagine anything more delightful.

Liz crawled over and whispered in Frank's ear. "If the two of you were married, I could visit you any time I wanted; it would not be as if you were single, a threat to my husband, or someone the neighbors would talk about."

This being a very good plan--Frank had already experienced some difficulty getting in and out of Liz's apartment without being seen by the very nosy older woman across the way, he adopted it instantly. He proposed to Katie, was accepted, and before Conrad might have thought to offer an objection, the two were married and Katie ensconced in Frank's apartment.

Liz visited them often, spending quality time with each of them, individually as well as together, to everyone's satisfaction. Katie had taken up Liz's offer to let her be the one to break the news to Conrad, and Liz, on the pretext of consoling him, had done just that and more besides. 

Liz's husband took a shine to Katie and during the final weeks of Liz's second pregnancy had suggested that perhaps he and Katie might be intimate. Unlike the hapless Conrad, she reacted indignantly, telling Liz's husband in no uncertain terms that she was and always had been a one-man woman.



Liz



I began laughing, hard. "Look at this!" I managed to get out between my bursts of uncontrollable giggles. I laid back and lifted my phone screen to show Liz the video I found on my news feed. She chuckled. Maybe I just thought it was funnier than it really was. That seemed to happen a lot, to me. I tried to pretend to be disappointed that she wasn't as amused as I was by sticking out my bottom lip in a childish pout. However, she seemed a little distracted. 

Her ginger red hair fell messily around her face, her freckles popped out across her cheeks and nose against her white skin, and her eyes were the color of jade. 

Liz and I had started talking a while back and gotten pretty close as friends. She was always there when I needed someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, and I was always the same for her. 

Of course, I had to develop feelings for her. As usual, my feelings started as just a juvenile crush which later turned into me slowly falling for my friend. How could I not? No, she wasn't a size zero or a super model, but to me, she was perfect. She was two years younger than me, but was so much wiser than I in so many ways, and I was grateful to have fallen for her. HOWEVER, although we were both out-of-the-closet lesbians, our feelings for each other never came up.

As I leaned back against my pillows, I noticed her watching me as I continued to laugh at stupid things on tumblr. I thought too much into it, and my cheeks flushed. Hoping she wouldn't noticed, I continued to scroll through my phone, still feeling the heat of the blood under my skin due to her deep gaze. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled her crooked smile at me. 

That smile. Oh god. The one that made my breath catch in my throat.

"You're staring at me," I said in a sing-song voice, attempting to keep things cool and calm. "You're supposed to be looking at my phone when I show you things." I mocked a pout face again, and this time, she laughed.

"You're far more interesting."

I was stumped. I was as interesting as a piece of paper. "These are funny, though!"

"But you're beautiful," she said in a husky tone, a sound that made my heart form a lump in my throat. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again.

She looked deeply into my eyes, and it felt like she was looking into my soul. This was no help for my quickening heartbeat. I opened my mouth, hoping to form words, but she spoke first, moving close to my ear and whispering into it. "Remember the secret you told me... That you'd never kissed anyone...?" 

The scarlet coloring under my cheeks was a result of the embarrassment of having my biggest secret brought up, and the brushing of her lips against my ear and cheek. I nodded.

I felt her lips at my ear again, and her hot breath down my neck as she whispered, "Can I change that?" 

I really thought that I was hearing things I wanted to hear until I felt her lips press against the sensitive area right under my ear, then again and again along my jaw. I was in shock, and my breathing was shallow. She kissed my cheek right along the corner of my mouth and I silently hoped that she would continue.

With my eyes now closed, I waited to feel her lips on mine. I cracked open my eyes to see her looking at me again, her face now hovering a mere 6 inches from mine, her eyes taking in every one of my facial features, but mostly lingering on my lips.

She brought her hand up to my face and tenderly cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes again, and felt the shock from the nerve endings going wild under her cool hand. I felt Liz begin to close the distance between our lips. 

After what seemed like years, her soft lips brushed against mine softly. She teased me. I almost wanted to beg her to kiss me, but instead, whispered one little word.

"Please"

This was all she needed. Her lips touched mine and I felt her other hand at my waist. My instinct was to press my lips against hers, my body against hers, and feel her warmth. But, she began to pull away before I could do so.

I grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her to me again, kissing her and tracing my tongue across her bottom lip. She gasped softly when I did this, and I thanked myself for years of porn watching and literotica reading.

I refused to let go of her shirt, and she complied by pressing herself against me, which made my pulse race. She nibbled on my bottom lip and played with the hem of my tank top, softly tracing the skin along there. 

Her featherlight touches drove me crazy, and I thirsted for more. I wanted to feel what it was like to be controlled and owned. I wanted to be hers. 

Her lips finally left mine, and I felt bare the moment she pulled away. It wasn't long before I felt them again, this time making a trail down to the base of my neck, leaving wet spots on my neck and collarbone where she had softly licked me.

Liz nipped at my collarbone, and I tried to stifle a tiny moan, to no avail. This seemed to encourage her, and she continued across my chest. She bit a little harder there, and I tangled my fingers in her messy red hair. The hand that had been tracing the skin along the bottom of my shirt was now sliding up my stomach slowly causing me to bite my lip, moaning deep in my throat.

I felt her hand cup my breast and run her thumb over my nipple, knowing I'd feel it through my bra. Liz bit my chest harder, and I accidentally let a whimper escape my lips, ruining the calm façade I thought I had put up. This broke her concentration and she looked up at me with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry.." they seemed to say. She thought she'd hurt me. The look quickly vanished when I whispered, "Bite me harder..."

She seemed a bit surprised to find out that I wanted to be bitten, but she didn't hesitate to have her lips and teeth against my neck in a moment.

Before returning to her position at my chest, though, she pulled my shirt up and off of me, exposing my bra, which were hiding my modest C-cup breasts (on a good day). I felt the tip of her tongue across my cleavage, along the fabric line of my bra, sending shivers up my spine. The hand that wasn't tangled in her hair was positioned at the small of her back, barely digging my nails into the skin there.

No matter how many times I had previously pictured the next series of events in my head, my imagination never held a candle to that night.

One of Liz's hands made its way under my upper back to unclasp my bra, and I could feel the fingers of her other hand, slowly scratching down to my hips and slipping into the waistband of her boxers that I had stolen. She pulled them down, enough so she could slip her hand inside, and began to rub my pussy through my black lace thong. At that point, they were already wet, which provided excellent lubricant when she pulled them to the side and circled my clit with two fingers.

Slowly.

Between moans, I felt her warm tongue on one of my nipples, softly grazing the skin there with her teeth, giving me goosebumps and causing me to shudder. She bit it softly, and tugged at it, making me whimper again, and I tugged on her hair. She did the same with my other nipple, driving me insane.

Her fingers quickened as she toyed with my clit, making me gasp for air and dig my nails deeper into her back. 

Her warm, wet lips made a trail down my abdomen, and stopped right above my pussy. She quit circling her fingers, and her lips left my skin. I ached for her touch. I opened my eyes to see what was happening, and only saw her looking up at me. Her eyes that now seemed to be a deep, emerald green, were devouring me. The look in her eyes was hunger, and I was her next meal. 

She slid her boxers off of me, and before removing my thong with her teeth, kissed my hips.

Now, fully naked and laying in front of the best friend I had been pining over for years, I became all too aware of myself and felt completely self conscious. I started to silently panic until Liz reached up to hold my hand, and began kissing the inside of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pulsing clit.

Finally, I felt her lips against my clit as she kissed it. A moan louder from the rest escaped deep from within me. This feeling was entirely different and better than any time I had masturbated before. Her warm,wet tongue snaked out between her lips and proceeded to drive my senses crazy. 

She flicked at my clit and nibbled at it softly. 

She squeezed my hand back when I squeezed hers. 

She scratched down my sides and stomach, her nails biting into my skin.

I moaned her name. She moaned against my pussy.

I felt an orgasm coming, like my dam was about to break, and my moans turned into screams. I had both of my hands tangled in her hair and was pulling her closer, harder between my legs, which began to shake and spasm.

My back slowly arched and I began to cum, my hips jerked, and everything around me collapsed. I took several minutes to regain myself and steady my breathing. I opened my eyes,  knowing there would be a beautiful, messy haired Liz staring back at me. Knowing that she had just given me the most earth-shattering orgasm I had ever and would ever had. I knew in that moment that I loved her. I wanted every bit of her, and I wanted her forever.

I pulled her close and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her lips. She more than willingly complied. I lost myself in that moment until I realized that her lips were no longer on my lips, but at my ear.

"I love you," she whispered. "I always have. You've always been the one. I was always too scared to act on it... Until today."

"Holy shit... Liz. I wish you'd have acted on it sooner." I put my finger under her chin to bring her face up to mine. "I fell for you years ago. The way you would look when you concentrate, your hair when you woke up, your crooked smile. I've always wanted you. Wanted to be with you. I just didn't know how to bring anything up."

She chuckled and looked at me, smiling. "I knew for a while, actually-"

I cut her off. "What do you mean you knew?"

She trailed her fingertips down my cheek, neck, side, down to my hip, and back up again. "You've never been very good at hiding things, Paige. I always know little things. But none of that matters anymore. You're mine; I won't let anything in the way of that."

The blood returned to my cheeks and I buried my face in her neck. Exhausted, I began to drift away to the sound of Liz's heartbeat and breathing, and the sensation of her fingertips along my spine.




Depending on the feedback, I may or may not continue on with this fantasy. This is my first ever erotic story. What do you guys think?



Liz and Bob



This is a story of fantasy and not to be taken seriously. One lesson can be learned. Never trust your husband's boss!

*

Bob Prescott had finally received his Masters in Engineering when he was 24. He was especially adept with Problem Solving and computer-aided design (CAD) software which enabled him to create 3D models, 2D drawings, and schematics of designs. Convincing prospective employers of his qualifications was another matter. After two years of answering want ads and sending resumes, he was finally accepted at a prestigious engineering firm in Atlanta. Thank God, his wife had been able to support them until he got a position.

Bob was nervous and apprehensive the day of his interview. There had been so many disappointments from others, from promises not kept to outright lies of why he couldn't be hired. One of the most common was that he was over-qualified and they couldn't afford what he would expect. Arriving promptly on the minute, he was ushered into the office of Henry Wazman, by a very young and pretty secretary.

Bob shook hands with six foot, 200 pound man of middle age. He was getting grey around the temples, but seemed to be in excellent shape.

After introductions and he had been seated, Mr. Wazman said, "Robert, call me Henry and I'll call you Bob, Is that okay? I have went over your resume and am impressed by the recommendations of your professors. We have a personnel department to handle employment, but, I handle the engineers myself, since you will be working directly under me."

After an hour of questions and answers, Bob was no longer nervous. He was interested and surprised at the knowledge Mr. Wazman seemed to have. Mr. Wazman seemed to be equally impressed with Bob.

Henry wrote on a sheet of paper and pushed the paper in front of Bob. "Here is what we are willing to start you with on a one year contract. After one year, your salary will be negotiable based on your performance and ability. If you are satisfactory at the end of the year, you will be expected to sign a five year contract. One thing you must understand, if for any reason, you decide to leave our company, you cannot work for another engineering concern for the life of the contract."

Bob looked at the piece of paper and saw a six figure wage written down. He gasped in surprise! That was twice what he had been willing to accept. "This is very generous and I gladly accept. My wife is tired of supporting us and I know she will be happy, also."

Leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands behind his head. Henry said. "Professionally, you are very qualified, but, what about personally? A man's personal life is as important as his professional. Now, I need you to tell me about your home life, your wife, any problems or obstacles that may come up. Your wife and the relationship you share is critical. On that desk in the corner is a bottle of brandy. Bring it and two glasses. Pour yourself a stiff drink and relax."

Doing as asked and taking a hefty swallow of raw brandy, Bob didn't know what was expected, nor, where to begin.

Henry said. "Before you begin, do you have any pictures of your wife in your wallet? It says on your resume, you have been married three years and she is 24, but, no other information. I want to hear what you have done together since the day you were married. In this business, I need to know my employees, really know them."

Handing three photos of Liz to Henry, Bob was suddenly embarrassed. "My wife's name is Elizabeth, but, everyone calls her Liz. As you can see, she is wearing a bikini in one of those pictures and she is four inches shorter than my five-ten. She'd kill me for showing that photo. She is a CNA and I met her when I visited my mother in a nursing home. A CNA is at the bottom of the pay scale, but, it has kept us going until I could find employment."

"Well, no need to worry about that anymore." Smiled Henry, "Your wife is very beautiful. For being tall and willowly, she has exceptionally wide hips. My mother used to say those were baby making hips."

"My mother said the same thing." Laughed Bob. After drinking the glass of brandy and sipping on another, he was relaxed and much more at ease.

"Are there any problems at home?" Asked Henry. "Is your sex life satisfactory? Either of you have a wandering eye, that might cause problems later? Divorces are a messy business."

"Liz and I love each other very much and everything is more than satisfactory in bed." Bob replied.

"I remember when I was first married. After three years, we were getting bored with each other and began trying adult movies, even relating fantasies to each other. Harmless things, but, it put spice into our lovemaking. Have you reached that point yet?" Inquired Henry.

Bob thought Henry was getting awfully personal in something that didn't concern him, but, he really needed this job and decided to answer. "I have a collection of very explicit magazines. We enjoy lying in bed and looking at the pictures before and during lovemaking. Like you said, it puts a little extra excitement in the moment."

"That's wonderful! I'm glad you have been honest with me. Let me call my secretary in here and get the contract signed and notarized. There will be a check as a signing bonus to tide you over and get you relocated. My secretary will give you the address of an apartment complex that has openings. I'll expect you a week from Monday to be here and ready for work." Said Henry.

Three months later, Bob and Liz had relocated from Montgomery and life had become routine again. At least, Liz no longer had to work, but, she was dying from boredom. Not having friends or relatives in the area, she spent her days watching soaps on television.

Bob had settled right in with the other engineers and seemed to have found his niche in the hierarchy of the office. Henry stopped by almost every day and talked a few minutes. He always asked about the little wife at home. Bob had solved an especially difficult problem for a high profile corporation and was congratulated by Henry for a job well done. 

A couple of days later, Henry handed him a packet of papers. Henry told him. "I have taken the liberty of reserving a cabin for you and your wife this weekend at a club North of the city. Your co-workers are permanent members and so am I, along with some very influential members of the community. This club brings a lot of business our way and can help your career. Take the packet home and discuss it with your lovely wife. I'm sure both of you will agree to try it out and become members yourself."

Bob was as stunned as Liz when they opened the packet together that evening. They were being asked to join a nudist club! The phamplets showed people playing volley ball, swimming, dancing, and eating, but, everyone was naked! In their wildest dreams, neither could have ever thought of this!

"What do we do?" Asked Bob. "Henry sounded as if we didn't go, I'd be on the shit list."

"There must be some way to get out of running around naked with a bunch of other people." Liz exclaimed. "Didn't he say the other engineers would be there? Paul and Joan live in the next building. Call them and ask if we can come over. I've talked to her a few times and can't believe she belongs to this so-called club."

When Paul and Joan heard the problem, both began laughing. "It's nothing to worry about. Actually, it's a lot of fun, except with no clothes." Paul said. "There's loads of activities always planned. After awhile, you never even notice the lack of clothing."

"Well, there is one thing you have to watch out for." Joan began. The older men want to sneak a feel whenever they get the chance. Liz, since you are new, you better keep a crowd around you. Don't get caught alone, especially, with that horny Henry." 

"I forgot about him." Paul said. "He's got a thing about wide hips, so, Bob keep her in your sight. He never tried anything with Joan. She's not his type. Thank God!"

Joan was thinking how dense her dear husband was. Couldn't he see the resemblance of their oldest to Henry? Henry Wazman never culled anything. If it could walk and talk, he would fuck it. She still missed his big dick up her pussy, even if she was sore for a week afterwards. Atlanta was the home office, but, engineers were sent all over the Southeast on different projects. Henry always had a steady supply of new and different women. Liz was going to be the next in a long list of impregnated wives. Better to keep what she knew to herself. Besides, she was pissed that her and Paul hadn't been notified of a get together this weekend.

Paul was saying. "Of course, on your first visit, you don't have to remove your clothing. That's a firm and unchanging rule. If you go and don't like it, leave without showing anything. Remember though, Henry's not going to like it. You'll be on site in a swamp somewhere, being eaten alive by mosquitos."

Liz made the decision for both of them. "Let's give it a try. If we're too uncomfortable, we'll leave and to hell with Henry and his company. I can always go back to work."

Even with directions, it took them almost two hours to find the place Friday afternoon. At the end of a gravel road, they had to show their guest invitation and ID to get past the guard and entrance to the walled compound. People in the reception center were dressed, though casually. Everyone seemed to know this was their first time, and did their best to put Bob and Liz at ease.

After being shown their cabin, the hostess assured them they needn't undress until they were comfortable doing so. Today, they were considered club virgins, but, tomorrow when they left the cabin, it was to be au natural.

Looking out the window, Bob observed. "At least, they're wearing sandals or flip-flops. The way they act, you'd swear everyone was fully dressed."

Standing next to Bob, Liz complained. "I feel like I'm being pressured into this, and I don't like the feeling. How much is your career worth? What kind of perverts do you work with? I don't understand any of this and what Henry expects to gain. Does he actually think of seducing me? Is that what this is about?"

"I don't have the answers, honey. It does smell fishy as Hell. I've heard of nudist clubs for years. They even bring their children to some of them. I've never heard of a scandal associated with one. I suppose they're like anyplace else, some good and some bad. Look! There's a volley ball game starting up, but, most are in and around the swimming pool. Everything looks so natural."

"We may as well go mingle, but, I'm not undressing completely. I'll wear a sports bra and shorts. Why don't you just wear a pair of shorts. You don't need a shirt. Well, let's change. We've been suckered into this situation. Let's see what happens." 

After dark, Liz and Bob were feeling foolish. For over three hours, they had mingled, played a little volley ball, drank in the open air club, and explored the grounds of the club. It was a lot larger than it looked, with many nature and bike paths. There was even a small lake, with canoes and paddle boats. If Henry or any of Bob's co-workers were there, they hadn't seen them.

Liz couldn't help the fact that she checked out the men and women. She knew without a doubt her body was as good or better than any woman there. No matter what was said otherwise, she compared the men's equipment with her husband's. There were very few smaller than Bob, some about the same, but, most were bigger, even much bigger. She didn't feel cheated, but, kind of disappointed. She and Bob had a good relationship and he could always satisfy her, but, she couldn't help wondering what a larger dick felt like. Bob's six inches seemed kind of small now.

Like Liz, Bob had been sneaking peeks and sidwise looks at the clubs members. He knew his wife had the sexiest body there. Bob had always thought he was well built, but, that bubble had burst with a loud bang. He was suddenly self-concious and dreaded the thought of removing his shorts. They had looked at magazines with men and their monster cocks, but, those seemed unreal. Now, he knew better and realized Liz had seen the same thing. What was she thinking of him now?

Walking back to the pool, they could see it was still occupied. Sitting on a chaise in the dark, Bob whispered. "Nobody is watching and it's kind of dark. Why don't we leave our clothes here and give it a try?"

Liz gave Bob a long, hard look and pulled her shorts off, the sports bra followed. She immediately jumped into the water. Bob was slower, but soon followed her. Not a soul noticed, or, didn't appear to. When the pool closed at eleven, Bob abd Liz picked up their skimpy clothes and walked to the cabin. They had taken the plunge into nudity and hadn't dropped dead, or broken out in hives.

Since Liz was still pissed at Bob, he had to sleep in his own bed and had spent a restless night having nightmares concerning Liz. Waking up late, he lay in bed and watched Liz brushing her hair. She was naked as the day she was born. He couldn't help but admire her large, firm breasts. They were like the halves of two firm grapefruit at the base, but had a cone shape, the almond brown areola ending in a pear shape, topped by two blackberry sized nipples. He knew from experience they were perfect for sucking, and very sensitive to stimulation. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a triangle shape with the point ending at the top of her clitoris. Her hips, muscular thighs, and long slim legs made her the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

After a so called continental breakfast, Liz went to the pool and lay on a chaise lounge. Bob pulled one up next to hers and tried to engage her in conversation. Both were on their stomachs and very much aware of their nakedness. Liz wasn't prepared to forgive Bob just yet and ignored him. Looking around, she could see others getting the early morning sun. After awhile, she figured what the hell, and rolled over. Putting on dark sunglasses, she could watch without anyone knowing.

Bob was miserable and didn't know what to do. His manhood was trying to crawl into his ass. With Liz ignoring him, all he had was his thoughts and they were terrible. He realized this situation was all his fault and was angry with himself, for not having the courage to have Liz get dressed, so they could leave. 

When Liz lay on her back, her breasts were sticking straight up and Bob could see her pubic mound. She had a thin sheen of sweat on her breasts and stomach. Through the sides of her sunglasses, he could see her looking around at the other guests. In his minds eye, Bob thought she was comparing his size to the other men. His self respect and confidence were shot all to hell.

"To Hell with this. I'm going for a walk by the lake." Bob Blurted out. "If you decide to talk to me. You know where I"ll be."

Liz ignored Bob and continued her people watching. It was all she could do to keep from crying. She loved Bob with all her heart, but, felt as if she had been betrayed for a stupid job.

Henry had arrived an hour earlier, and been watching Bob and Liz. Mostly, he had been admiring Liz and her body. It took all his self control to not get a raging hard on. Seeing Bob leave was the chance he had been waiting for.

Liz was watching for Bob, when a shadow fell across her body. Glancing back, all she could see was a huge cock attached to someones body. It was larger than anything she had seen before, even in the magazines. The balls hanging behind it were the size of golf balls. Her breath caught in her chest and she had to force herself to breathe. Finally, raising her eyes, she was looking into the smiling face of Henry Wazman!

Henry sat down on the recently vacated chaise next to Liz. "Hello, my dear. I see you are getting some of this wonderful sun. Where's that husband of yours? He shouldn't leave someone as beautiful as you alone."

Liz had nothing to cover with and was embarrassed to death. Turning her head to answer, she couldn't help but see his grotesgue monster laying on the chaise like a third leg. Her mouth and lips were suddenly dry. Licking her lips, she answered. "Bob decided to take a walk around the lake. He was bored just lying here."

"Is everyhting okay? Henry asked. "You seem to be upset. Not having a marital spat, are you?" Henry knew Bob had left in a huff, but, he also knew the sight of his massive fuck meat had stunned her. Most women couldn't believe his size, until they had seen it close up and personal.

Liz mumbled something he didn't hear. Looking at her firm breasts and pussy mound made his cock twitch. He couln't see her eyes, but knew she was watching. He twitched it again for good measure.

Suddenly, Liz stood up and dived into the pool. Coming up for air, she said. "It's too hot laying there. I'm going to swim awhile."

Not to be outdone, Henry dived right in next to her. "Good, let's swim some laps. I need the exercise." 

After an hour, Liz was tired and out of breath, but Henry was still going strong. No matter, when she left the pool, he was right behind her. To get away from him, Liz said. "I'm going to look for Bob down by the lake."

"That's a good idea. I need to talk to him myself." Henry agreed.

Liz was in a quandary. How was she going to get away from Henry and that huge cock swinging between his legs? She knew it was not possible, but the inside of her pussy felt slick. She always got wet and slick when she was horny, but couldn't be now! She didn't want that monster inside her, did she? No!

Casually taking her hand in a firm grip, they strolled through the woods toward the lake. Not seeing Bob, Liz said. "I'll walk around the lake. I know he's here somewhere." She tried letting go of his hand, but he was still holding on.

Suddenly, Henry swept her off her feet and against his hard body. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach. "No! Turn Me Loose! Let Me Go!" She hissed. 

"I'll let you go, but look down." said Henry. "See what you were going to step on."

Looking down, Liz saw a large fire ant mound. She knew she would have been badly bitten before she could have moved her foot. "I'm sorry! I didn't understand. Please, forgive me! Thank you very much."

"I can understand what you were thinking. It's okay. Think no more about it. Give me your hand and we will keep looking for Bob." Henry smiled as he said this.

Silently walking, they heard a noise to one side of the path. Pressing his fingers to his lips for silence, Henry walked over and looked through a bush. He saw a woman giving a man a blow job and she had her head against his pubic mound. She had swallowed the whole thing. From the back, Henry thought it was Bob, until he saw the side of his face. Then the man turned his head and from the rear it looked exactely like Bob. This was his chance! Motioning for liz to come over, he put his finger on his lips for silence.

Liz wondered what Henry was seeing and peeked through the bushes. It was Bob! A woman was sucking him! She'd kill both of them!

Henry grabbed her and pushed her back onto the path. Taking her hand, he forcibly led her away from the area. Liz was squirming and trying to get loose, but his grip was like steel. "Stop it!" Henry said. "What do you expect to do? Make a scene? Ruin your marriage? If you confront him, your marriage is over.. Calm down and let's think about this. There must be something you can do to get even."

Coming to the boat rentals, Henry picked up a blanket to carry along. Liz was still fuming and not paying attention to her surroundings. Henry led her through the woods and to a grassy knoll. Sperading out the blanket, he pushed her down on it and sat next to her. She was quietly sobbing now and when he put his arms around her, she sobbed against his chest. Henry couldn't help it, his cock was getting larger and larger. In a few moments, it was going to be hard as granite.