10 comments/ 101854 views/ 82 favorites Soft By: Vayene Soft Part 1 - Gathering He knew she was soft, he had brushed her hand once, and the silky glide of her skin had nearly undone him. She, of course, had not noticed. She never did. He was not sure she noticed much outside of work. He did, but mostly he noticed her. She dressed plainly, her clothing always of good quality, but dull; lifeless colors, dull styles. She did not wear perfume, or makeup. She arrived always ten minutes early, left five minutes after the stroke of five, unless she was asked for help. Then she stayed for as long as it took. She took her coffee black. She did not gossip, did not really mingle, and worked with quiet efficiency at whatever task she undertook. Her relentless efficiency betrayed her to him. He saw that smiling for her was merely another task, one she did well. No different from the papers she filed, the snarls she untangled, the tempers she eased, the solutions she found. He saw and he wondered. In him, wondering usually waited, coiled like a sleeping snake, silent and easy to overlook. Seldom did he ever do more than watch, or listen before his curiosity was fed. Then he could move on, until his wondering found another focus. Seldom, but not always. He continued to watch her. She was dark, and so he thought first in terms of how to frame her, how to present her. Dark woods in the room where she would sleep, darker than she, and a bed that cast shadows, dark ones to ripple over her luscious skin. White sheets, stark and plain to show her off, and soft enough to be worthy of touching her. He would have to move furniture, and obtain things he lacked. He watched, and began to plan. He passed her desk, early one day, found her there, eyes shut, fingers massaging her temples. He stopped, knowing she did not see him, had not heard him. Her face had no expression, but her fingers were tense. "You all right?" Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him in shock and surprise. "I… oh... just… waiting for my headache to pass." She sounded shaken and breathless. He tried to look non-threatening. "Have you tried accupressure?" She looked at him blankly. He had never seen her startled, he realized, not unknowing. Her eyes were deep and expressive, and he could almost see the pain as she tried to see him clearly. Her pupils were immense, swallowing all the color from her eyes, stark black wells of pain. "You mean, the needles?" He shook his head. "No. Pressure. Here, give me your hand." He took her hand, in both of his and stood a moment, transfixed. Her skin was soft, softer than any he had ever touched, soft and fine. He cradled her hand in one of his. "Let go," he told her, "Let me have all the weight of your hand." She did as he asked; he felt the change in the weight of her hand in his. Her eyes held him; she simply waited for him to move, to act. He pinched into the web of her flesh between her thumb and index finger, searching for the bundle of nerves that might give her relief. She caught her breath and the tension in her shoulders eased. She smiled as the pain slid away. "Thank you," His breath caught in his throat. This smile he had never seen, it was shy and warm and promised everything. He massaged her hand, his fingers sure and firm. Her skin slid under his, soft, inviting caress as well as massage. She did not pull away, let him press into the tight muscles at the base of her fingers, let him slide his fingers between hers and work into her joints. He felt almost lightheaded with the sensation of her skin against his. He imagined touching more than her hands, her hands sliding over him, his hands free to learn her shape, but only for a moment. He forced himself to release her hand. He smiled, it felt to him as if he was baring his teeth, but she seemed not to notice anything amiss. She stared at the hand he had rubbed; her eyes wide as she turned her hand over and looked at the palm, then at the back. "It feels… weightless." She smiled up at him in delighted wonder. Her eyes seemed to shine. Her lips looked full and inviting, softer than her hands. He stared at her mouth, and his loins surged with interest. He blessed the height of her desk since it hid his response. He left her, a smile on her lips, thanks in her mouth, warmth in her eyes. He went directly to the men's room, closed himself in a stall and leaned on the wall, breathing hard. He struggled to focus, to calm himself. He thought he'd known what she hid, what she had to offer, but the slight touch of her skin, her hand given to him so trustingly. He balled his hands into fists. He could not wait much longer, less now that he had actually touched her. He did not allow himself to think of how she would look in the room he had prepared for her, the room that would shelter her as he freed her. It went exactly as planned, to the last detail. The next Friday she stayed late he was ready. He measured the drops into her coffee when she left her office, then waited. He caught her as she slumped at the copier, caught her and wrapped her in the blanket he had waiting. She weighed less than he had expected, or perhaps success made him stronger. He carried her to his car, and no one saw. Elation surged through him as he drove through the darkened streets. She was his. He carried her limp body inside, moving carefully not to bump her on the doorframe. The house was ready, perfectly and completely. He could feel it fold around her, welcoming her. He carried her into the bedroom, her room. He laid her gently on the bed, unfolding the blanket that hid her. He cast it aside as unworthy, but it had served well, he would not burn it when he burned her unworthy clothing. He debated, then secured her to the bed. Nothing fancy, just her arms over her head attached to the headboard, her legs straight, secured at the ankles and attached to the footboard. He stopped to smile at her, his sleeping darling. He took the buck knife from the dresser and carefully cut her clothing away. She would not need these things again; they never expressed her correctly. He cut neatly along the seams, pulling the ruined clothing away from her, casting it aside like the trash it was. He tried not to touch her skin, her wondrous silken skin. He knew, once he did that; he'd be lost. Her body was more than he had dreamed. The soft flesh curved sweetly over her strong frame. Her breasts would more than fill his hands. Her hips swelled generously, promising to cushion him in welcome. Her strong legs, were perfectly formed, her muscles there strong and sleek. Her feet were small, but he had known they would be. Dark hair curled at the apex of her thighs, hiding her from his avid gaze. He pulled a light blanket from the chest and covered her lest a draft disturb her. Then he gathered up her useless rags and carried them away to be burnt. She was still asleep when he came back. The dark woods in the room seemed even more perfect than he'd imagined. She lay like a jewel against the stark whiteness of the sheets, framed by the dark walnut frame of the bed, the chests, the trunks, the armoire, all were dark, darker than she. He had water ready; her throat would be dry. He sat on the bed and waited. He did not know how she would wake. Would she be angry? Would she be afraid? Would she understand she was finally home? She stirred, eyes flicking back and forth beneath closed lids. He touched her cheek, let his fingers glide over the delicate skin, down along her throat. His eyes closed as he touched the fineness of her. Her soft skin seemed too perfect to be real. He caressed her gently. He slid the blanket aside with one hand, and let his palm slide over her soft curves. She stirred as he touched her, skin warming from his touch. Her nipples hardened as he explored her body. She moved restlessly as he aroused her, the sensations of her body finally driving her to wake. Her dark eyes opened and she saw him. She frowned, trying to make her sleep fogged wits respond. Then she smiled, recognizing the face of the man who cured her headache. He smiled back, heart lifting. It was the true smile, the one he had only seen once before. The smile he knew others never saw. He had not dared hope that would her first response. He would treasure this moment, no matter what came next. "Do you need water?" She nodded, drug still fogging her a bit. Something was wrong, but she could not quite focus. Her mouth felt like she had gargled sand. Water would help. She started to sit, but could not. She frowned, looked at him to ask, but his hand was under her head and he held a glass to her lips. His fingernails were brilliantly clean; she noticed, clean and perfectly shaped. His fingers were long and she could see the roughness of calluses. It seemed odd to notice such a detail so clearly, but it seemed hard to focus on anything larger. He only let her have a few sips. Then he took the glass away. "Not too much. Just hold it in your mouth a moment. You'll feel better." She did as he said. Last time he told her he would feel better, she had. She remembered. If her head would clear, she was sure she could make sense of things. The water softened the gritty hard feeling in her mouth and tongue. She let the water trickle down her throat and felt marginally better. He caressed her, breathing in her clean scent. His hand moved on her skin, skimming and awakening her. He watched her body respond to his hand, watched her eyes as she struggled to clear her dulled wits. He lifted her enough so she could drink without choking, put the glass to her lips. "Another couple of sips." He allowed her only a little, then put the glass back on the nightstand. He resumed his caresses, his hands moving over her silken skin. She obeyed. This time the water washed the grit away and with it some small measure of the fog clouding her thoughts. She opened her eyes again and frowned. The walls were alien, the room in no way familiar. She had never seen the furniture before. Her frown deepened. She tried to frame a question, but words would not come. He watched her, his hand never leaving her body. He stroked her gently, steadily, and possessively, he admitted the last to himself. She felt so good, so right. He knew she was not thinking as fast as she ordinarily did. He also knew she thought no time had elapsed between her first mouthful of water and her second. She was wrong. He slid his hand down over her, sliding it over the warm curve of her belly. She sucked in a startled breath and her spine arched. Her body knew, even if her mind had not yet caught up. His smile grew wider. She was so much more perfect than he had thought, had imagined. "More water?" he asked. She blinked, then focused on the question. More water? Had she had water? She felt warm, languid. Her arms and legs felt heavy; perhaps that was why she could not move them. She did want something, but she did not think it was water. She must have spoken out loud. He said, "No more water? All right." He resumed stroking her, his hand steady. He caressed her thighs, noting as she moved and tried to part them, but he had not tied her to allow that. There was time, lots of time now. He had her and she could not escape until he allowed it. The faint calluses on his scrupulously clean fingers dragged lightly over her skin and made her tingle. She wanted to open her eyes, but it was easier not to. She moved, slowly understanding it was his hand on her body. It should have disturbed her, but it felt warm, more than warm. She wanted to move but could not. He slid her hand down, felt the spring of her nether curls against his hand. He slid one finger between her lips, stunned to find her damp. "Oh yes," he breathed, leaning closer. He touched his lips to hers. He knew it was too soon, but he had to taste her mouth. She shivered as she felt his finger invade. Shivered and lifted her hips. Warmth, heat gathered low in her belly and she found herself wanting something she could not name. She moved eagerly, if uncertainly, constrained by her bound wrists and ankles. His lips on hers were warm, almost comforting, and she thought again how kind he was, the relief of her headache confused with the careful water sips. She had not yet understood he had bound her, stolen her. He took his hands from her with huge effort. He freed her ankles, but only so he could spread her legs wide. He refastened her to the bed, positioning her legs carefully, lest the restraint mar the perfect softness of her. He had to caress her, could not stop himself from sliding his hands up her shapely legs. The melting softness of her skin hid strong, sleek muscle, and he reveled in the way she felt under his palms. She stirred as he caressed her, shifting in her restraints. Her skin warmed under his hands, and her own scent grew stronger. He leaned closer letting her soft, sweetly tart smell fill his senses. He slid his hands up over the dimpled knees, his fingers curving over her smooth, dark thighs. He moved his hands higher still; up over the swell of her thighs, until his fingers grazed the curls that hid her from his sight. He slid a finger into the thicket of her curls and found her barely damp. The curls were springy against his fingers, and her skin here was even softer and more intoxicating than anywhere else on her body was. He stroked her, his fingers moving in the growing slickness, his pulse racing as she warmed under his touch. He slid a single finger inside her and froze, stunned as he encountered the barrier there. He stared at her, moving in the restraints, her breathing uneven, her eyes closed and her body, warm and writhing all from the touch of his hands. His hands. She was not remembering another, there had never been another. He forced himself to breathe, to move his hands from her. The things he had planned would have to wait. All was changed now. He had thought to make her forget, but that was not needed now, there was nothing to forget. He took the cup from the nightstand and helped her drink, but only a tiny sip. The glass held water, but the cup did not. The liquid in the cup would make her sleep again. He did not want her entirely asleep, just, just a bit less awake. Her body fell slack, limbs heavy and relaxed. He set the cup on the nightstand and got to his feet. He looked down at her, dozing so sweetly, so perfectly in the bed he had made for her and smiled. He freed her ankles, making sure the cuffs had not marred her skin. He found faint creases just above her left anklebone and frowned. The nightstand held oils; he had bought them to keep her skin lovely. He glared at the offending cuff. He filled his hands with almond oil, warmed it and massaged the oil into her feet and ankles. Rubbing the fragrant oil into her skin calmed him. The sweet oil sank into her skin, and into him, easing his thoughts, letting him plan. The creases faded as her skin drank in the oil, and he allowed himself to relax. The cuffs were not worthy; nearly nothing he had was truly worthy. Her skin cried to him for more oil. He filled his hands again and again, massaging the liquid into her. He loved how she felt under his hands, pliant and strong. He knelt between her legs and slid his hands up, marveling over her firm calves and sweetly rounded thighs. He worked his way up, pressing her thighs apart and moving between them. He positioned her legs, bending her knees, setting her feet flat on the mattress. He oiled and massaged every inch of her as he moved up closer to the soft curls. He knelt between her legs and slid his hands under her, lifting her to his mouth. Her scent filled his nose, dizzyingly sweet. He bent his head to look, parting her carefully with his thumbs. She glowed with life, pink and creamy beige and warmly enticing. He had to taste. He slid his tongue along her cleft, probing, as he tasted her. She was already slick, sweet and salty against his tongue. He licked the length of her slit, inhaling her scent with true delight. She moved restlessly despite the drugs. Her hips lifted to his mouth, her cleft liquid with desire. He buried his face inside her, teasing as he tasted, exploring with his tongue. She tasted of sweet, of salt, of heaven. She flowed for him, despite the drugs. He lapped and swallowed, intoxicated by her taste. He drove his tongue into her, hard and deep, straining to taste the proof that she was his, that she had waited for him. Even drugged, she responded. Her hips thrashed as he tormented her, and she poured sweetness over his tongue. Her thighs shook. She panted for air, back arching as she lifted up off the bed. She shuddered, whimpering, yielding, her skin slick and soft with oil, her cleft drenched and lush. He lifted his head, surveying her with pride and delight. He could not have imagined how she would taste, and now that he had, he would never let her go. Part 2 – Taking He sat in the living room in the dark. Upstairs, she slept, covered by a soft sheet and a silk blanket. Her glorious skin gleamed with almond oil and he shuddered as his hands remembered how she felt. He drank his coffee. Ordinarily, it would be beer, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted his wits clear and sharp. His plans lay in shards at his feet. He thought of her, waiting upstairs and his hands trembled. He felt himself swell and grow in his pants. He swallowed more coffee, the black, bitter liquid still almost too hot to drink comfortably. He welcomed the discomfort; it let him think clearly. He had intended to be slow, deliberate, patient. She would have much to unlearn. But that was before. Now, now she was his to guide and teach from the beginning. He set the cup aside, then went to shower. He had bathed before obtaining her, so there would be no scent to betray him. Now, now he bathed for her, cleansing himself with meticulous care. He shaved, removing every last trace of stubble. He scrubbed his hair, and his teeth. He toweled himself, but was still damp when he went up the stairs. He did not bother to dress. She was awake. She watched him come into the room, her gaze wary, even frightened. It caused a surge of warmth to flood his groin. No anger, he realized with surprise. He saw no sign that she was angry. "You were the man who fixed my headache." She spoke softly, and her voice sounded a bit harsh. "Yes." He watched her, knowing how soft her skin, knowing the feel of her under his hands. "Would you like water?" "Please," she answered. He held the glass, helped her drink carefully, gently, his strength bent to help her. She did not want much. She lay back after a moment, her eyes closed. He put the glass back on the night table, then sat on the bed. He placed his hand on her stomach. She opened her eyes. She looked at his hand, then at his face. Her eyes held a question, but she did not ask. "I will not let you go," he told her, knowing it was true. Her eyes changed, dulled in some way he could not name. He frowned, disliking the look. He slid his hand up until he palmed her right breast. He caressed her luscious skin, teasing the nipple until it hardened against his hand. She gasped and he smiled. He teased her in earnest, caressing her with feathery touches one second, then gripping her hard, pulling whimpers and moans from her the next. She kept her eyes tightly closed. He closed his lips around her left nipple. He suckled and licked, scraping with his teeth as the bud swelled in his mouth. She moaned, skin flushing with heat. He teased her breasts, licking her skin, marking her with soft sucking bites. She cried and whimpered her pulse beating fast and frantic. She writhed on the bed, wetness seeping as he played with her. She fought the bindings, fought him but she never once asked to be freed. He grew hard, harder; He climbed onto the bed between her legs and knelt there. His hands roamed over her, caressing, inciting, and worshipping her intoxicating skin. Soft She lay held open for him; the bindings held her so. But even bound, her body lifted to his hands, her skin warmed for him, her heat beast faster for him. She whimpered desperate and needy, her eyes clenched tightly shut. He braced himself over her with one hand on the bed. With the other, he held himself, teasing her slick cleft. She was wet, ready, and frantic. He knew from the begging whimpering noises she made. He teased her, sliding his head over her small nub, rubbing it, circling it, and then sliding himself back along her slit. He grew even harder. She cried out as he slid against her. Her hips lifted and she panted to breathe. Her eyes opened, dazed and wild as she sought his gaze. "Yes," he told her, his voice harsh and tender. He pushed into her tight opening, gasping as she stretched to allow him inside. She was slick but painfully tight. His fingers had warned him she was small, but he was so hard, so swollen with wanting he could barely force himself inside. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to go slow, to make sure she knew him, could not escape him, and would never forget. She cried out as he invaded, and he thought he might lose himself. He slid deeper, in, then out, forcing her to open more every time. She was so tight he thought she might tear when he finally filled her. He pushed deeper and her body denied him. She gasped and closed her eyes in pain. He paused, then eased back only a little and waited until her eyes opened, though he wanted nothing more than to break through. She lay tense beneath him. He could see her pulse hammering in the delicate hollow of her throat. Her breasts were full, nipples hard. She panted to breathe and each frantic gasp tightened her around him. He did not move and finally her eyes opened. He kissed her mouth, his lips gentle as he coaxed hers to open. She tasted faintly of the drugs he had fed her, but her own sweetness was stronger. He deepened the kiss, taking her mouth as he meant to take all of her. She responded, almost shyly, which was laughable considering he held himself half-embedded inside her. But he did not laugh, felt only a surge of possession and satisfaction as she kissed him back. When he lifted his head, she was dazed, and her lips swollen from his kisses. "You hid well, but I found you." He spoke plainly, needing her to understand when he did not himself entirely understand. "I will never let you go. Never." She did not answer, but he knew she heard him, her eyes were open and clear, and the drugs no longer held her, though the bindings did. He realized then, she could still escape him. That she nearly had for all that she was bound and helpless. He slid deeper into her, encountered her barrier again and caused her to whimper. She winced but did not close her eyes, did not speak. "Tell me yes," he told her, understanding she had to agree. Her gaze sharpened. Her glance flicked to her bound wrists, then back to his face, but she did not answer. She licked her lips and tried to settle her breathing. He could almost see her refusing to look down between them where they were joined. And then he knew. He kissed her again, tenderly this time. Telling her with his lips and his tongue how soft she was, how wonderful. He stroked her, sliding back, then in, rekindling her body. She had not gone far and he own desire flared bright in moments. "Let go," he whispered into her ear. "I won't let you fall" Something in her relaxed as he made the promise, he felt her shift. He drove into her, rending the barrier and she screamed. He did not stop. She gripped him like oiled silk tight and yielding and glorious. She lifted to him; meeting him as far as her bindings allowed and he felt her tense as she got closer to the edge. "Tell me," he demanded, driving into her harder and harder, knowing he would not last much longer. She arched under him, broke, shattering as orgasm took her. He fell with her, shooting deep inside her hot depths, filling her with himself. He cried out with the intensity of it, flooding her depths as if there could be no end. He collapsed onto her, panting and covered in sweat. She spoke into his ear, her voice little more than a ragged whisper. "Yes," she said. Soft & Hard Light filtered through the half-open blinds and bathed the room in the sun's dying rays. The room was filled with old hardwood furniture and the floors were oak and polished to a mirror shine. A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, the posts reaching towards the ceiling above. The mattresses were thick and sumptuous, begging one to sink into their depths by lying upon them. Lying in the middle of the bed, amidst plush white silken pillows, was a petite naked woman with long, straight black hair and milky white skin. Her name was Sarena and her hands languidly trailed across her soft, smooth skin. Her breasts were high and firm, peaked with delicate pink nipples that throbbed lightly in their hardness. Occasionally she would run her fingers over her breasts and tease her erect nipples but not for too long. She wanted them hard, taut, alert, but not agonizingly so. Instead, she focused on teasing her skin with her soft fingers, her eyes closed so as to focus her attention on her own caresses. Occasionally her fingers would stray between her supple thighs, dancing across the wisps of downy hair that lay above her sex, dipping between her slick nether lips to enjoy the thrill of her touch before returning to trail across the rest of her body. She had been exploring her body now for the better part of the afternoon. She knew her lover would not arrive until after the sun had set and she teased her body with her long, slow, tender caresses, wanting to cum but not wanting to cum. She knew that her soft touches in the right places would bring her to white-hot orgasms that would leave her shuddering in delight but she knew that her lover's rough hands, tight skin, and hard body would do things to her that she only dreamed of her hands ever doing. Alone, she cherished the tender touches that brought her to rousing orgasms but with her lover it was entirely different. He sparked something animalistic in her that turned her predatory, made her body into a quivering mass of nerves that needed, craved, rough play to send her over the edge. Sighing, Sarena caressed her breast with one hand while the other slipped back between her thighs. She had been waiting too long, teasing herself for too long, and she could not wait for him. She didn't care that he could do things to her body that she never could, she needed the release. Deep inside she knew that if she came now, it would only excite her more and prepare her for him when he finally arrived. With that thought in mind, her fingers slipped between her slick lips. Her labia were engorged with blood and slick with the dew of her arousal. Her clit protruded lustily from beneath its hood, pulsing with her increased heartbeat. As her fingers found the hard little button it was as if someone had applied electricity to her. Her hand left her breast and moved down between her legs, parting her lips and seeking the opening of her sex. With one hand she caressed her swollen clit while her other delved into her sodden depths…one finger, two….a third. It wouldn't be long now, she knew, as her heart beat faster and her breath came in ragged pants. She knew she was close, her fingers working faster, the world shrinking down to her sex and her fingers. In her excitement she had not heard her lover arrive and his touch, his rough fingers, so sudden and powerful upon her throbbing nipples, triggered a powerful orgasm. She exploded in a fury of muscle spasms, wetness, and erotically delicious pain. His mouth mashed roughly against hers and they kissed deeply, her body still wracked with orgasms as his fingers left her nipples and slipped beneath her body to squeeze her ass and pull her close. She continued to rub her swollen sex, the moisture of her excitement coating her hairs, her hands, her thighs. Their tongues pressed fiercely against one another as the kiss deepened and his hand moved from her ass to her swollen sex. He laid his palm over her hands and pressed them harder against her wetness, driving her orgasm further until she could no longer take any more. In an instant of pleasurable exhaustion, she slumped on the bed, her eyes closed and brow coated in sweat. As she lay heaving and panting for air, his hands gently traced across her sweaty skin, enjoying the feeling of her body coming down from an orgasm. "Lay still," he whispered. Sarena nodded as best she could, her arms and legs splayed out. She felt his hands under her ass and she feebly tried to raise herself from the bed but stopped when his strong hands lifted her effortlessly and slipped a plush cushion beneath her. Sarena lay with her eyes closed in anticipation. She knew her lover's touch would come but she did not know when or how. It did not take long for her to feel it as she felt him bind first one ankle and then another to the bed's foot posts. He pulled the lashings tight so that her legs were parted obscenely but not painfully wide, leaving her sex to gape open with anticipation. He left her hands unbound but silky fabric slithered across her face and covered her piercing green eyes behind their veil. What little light was left from the sun's feeble setting rays was now gone and Sarena lay utterly at the control of her lover. In a moment his weight left the bed and she lay shivering in anticipation. There was a whisper of friction and she heard the flare of a match. She could smell incense, thick and heady vapors filling the room. Another match and then silence. Another and another. Sarena shivered because she knew he had not turned the lights on and that the sounds of the matches lighting could only mean candles. And it had been oh-so-long since she had felt the stinging lushness of a candle. She could almost feel it, could feel him, moving near her. She was tense and her nipples stood proudly like the peaks to two tiny mountains. Obligingly, he began to drizzle hot liquid wax across a breast, tipping her nipples with the molten wax. She gasped in pain and pleasure as pain lanced through her throbbing nipples. The wax was so hot but it cooled quickly, hardening on her already taught nipples. She shivered with delight as he paused his dripping. She took the chance to reach out towards him, finding his hard body and trailing her fingers down until she found his sex. It stood out from his soft pubic hair like a fat sausage. She held it in her hand and marveled at the feel of thick meat, the veins bulging along it's length. The head was hard and throbbing from desire. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her but knew that it would still be some time. As she stroked his hard cock, he began to drizzle hot wax across her creamy white thighs. Careful not to drip on her exposed sex, he lazed a pattern across her skin. She shivered as he dripped more wax across her, the molten liquid spreading heat through her thighs like a warm blanket. It was not long before the candle returned to her other breast and coated her skin in it's burning heat. She shivered in delight, her hand grasping his throbbing sex hard. She began to pull him towards her and though he resisted at first, it was only an act. She heard a whoosh of air and knew he had blown the candle out. It clattered on the floor as he tossed it away. Despite her hand grasping him out of pure wanton desire, he got up from the bed and was gone, leaving her tingling, naked, and exposed. Then his hands were upon her parted thighs, grasping her roughly and parting them further. She felt his hot breath upon her sex and she moaned with delight as he growled at her. She felt like a zebra being hunted by a lion and that, in an instant, she would become his feast. His teeth found the soft curls of her pubic hair and he gripped, tugging on them roughly and making her shiver in delight. Her hands moved down and entwined in his hair. She pulled him roughly to her sex and thrust her hips up towards him, pulling his face against her slick lips. He groaned and she felt his tongue licking in long, hard strokes along the length of her slit. She was so wet that his saliva only served to churn her sex into a swollen swamp of lust. She screamed in delight as his teeth nipped her throbbing clit and gasped with intense longing when he slipped down and sucked her swollen inner lips into his mouth. He alternated between sucking and nipping on these inner lips, driving her closer to orgasm. With one hand he reached under her ass and lifted her more off the bed while the other reached up to roughly grasp her breast. She ground her soaking wet sex against his face as he licked and sucked her deeply. She was getting closer to another orgasm and she peaked, shrieking like a wounded animal in pleasure and pain as his teeth closed on her swollen clit, lancing pleasure through her body and setting her off in wave after wave of desire. As her body shook she felt pressure against her ass. It took precious little effort for him to enter her, so slick was her slit from her pleasure. His finger filled her ass and she shook with delight, another round of spasms tearing through her body. Through ragged breaths she whispered, "More!" She heard him groan and felt more pressure on her ass as a second finger entered her. And then his hand left her breast and she felt his fingers entering her swollen sex. He had four fingers in her, two in her sex and two in her ass. She could feel him rubbing his fingers together within her as he sucked on her swollen clit. White light filled her head as she screamed into yet another orgasm. She shook with delight – he played her body like an instrument, driving her higher through her orgasms but never letting her fully come down until he was ready. When he was finally ready, she could feel almost nothing but the desire to have him within her and the liquid core of her sex that oozed with passion between her legs. His lips were on hers and she licked fiercely, tasting the tangy sweetness of her desire on him lips and tongue and gasped deeply as she felt his cock enter her body. He slipped into her effortlessly, copious streams of fluid seeping from within her to ease his passage in. She could feel him hovering above her as he slowly withdrew, poising himself above her with just the head of his swollen body within her. The pressure on first one leg and then the other was gone as he slipped the bindings and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down and into her. Their moans sang like a choir as he sank deeply into her. He held, pressing, straining into her, before she felt his hand move along her calf and pull her leg off him. In a moment her legs were off his waist and she was spread out, legs up over his shoulders as he ploughed deep within her. Her hands grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper with each stroke. She was getting closer but she wanted him deeper still before she came again. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer, moaning into his ear that she wanted him from behind. With a final deep thrust he pulled out with a slurp of liquid desire and she rolled on to her stomach, raising her ass in the air for him. He moved close and she took his fat cock in her hand and guided it back into her sodden depths. Sarena leaned forward, supporting herself with her shoulders while one hand moved between her thighs and the other roughly grabbed her breasts and pinched her swollen nipples. Her clit pulsed beneath her fingers as she rubbed it vigorously, his thrusts moving deeper and deeper within her. She could feel her orgasm coming and she knew his was coming soon too, could feel him expanding within her. She rubbed herself faster and bucked her hips back to meet his thrusts, racing him to her climax. With on hand holding her hip and drawing her back to him, he reached forward and wrapped his fingers in her hair and yanked savagely back towards him, pulling her off the bed. Sarena shrieked as the pain ripped through her and triggered her orgasm. He plunged deep within her, pressing himself as deeply as he could within her spasming sex. She gasped in pleasure as she felt a tingling sensation between her legs that was more than her orgasm and her sex erupted in a hot stream of moisture that bathed his swollen balls and thighs. He reached forward with his hand and grabbed her breast, mashing it beneath his rough fingers and pulling her back tight against his chest, his fingers still pulling on her hair. His teeth bit her ear and she came again, bathing him with her hot, wet sprays of desire. She could feel him inside her and knew it was his time. With one last thrust back, she felt him erupt deep inside her, filling her with his own juices. They knelt entwined like that, riding through their orgasms with him holding her roughly against him and her body leaking sex all over him. Is the spasms died away he released his hold of her hair and softened his grasp on her breast. They collapsed to the soaking sheets and he slipped from inside her body with a delicious shiver of delight. She rolled to face him and kissed him, her hand reaching down between their legs to hold his semi-hard cock. It was soaked with their combined fluids, as were their thighs and his balls. She whispered to him, "I love it when you make me rain…" Soft and Silky This story was told to me by a friend who insists it is mostly true. Mostly! He highly recommends trying this if you have not done so already. * When I was 16 years old, my mother said to me; and I quote "I hope the devil feeds off your flesh himself and you spend an eternity suffering in the flames of Hell." This was her response when I told her I was gay. What a great lady, aye? Throughout her berating me and throwing my belongings out the front door, she managed to tell me that I was just like my father. I was stunned to learn that the man I thought died when I was an infant; who my mother had always refused to discuss or give me any information about, was alive and well and get this, A HOMOSEXUAL. Apparently, he discovered his true self after being married to my mother for one month. He left and never came back. I convinced my mother to give me his name and then walked out the door. The whole episode lasted no more than 20 minutes. Those 20 minutes were the last I ever saw of her. I gathered my belongings from the front yard then continued down the street. I never looked back and I never cried. My mother had always treated me with contempt and I had a feeling I was on my way to meet the man that caused her such anguish. If anything, I felt sorry for her since she was obviously unable to get on with her life and be happy. I went to the local library and Googled my father's name, Jeffrey Imos. I was lucky. One hit and it listed a telephone number and address. I pulled my mobile phone from my pocket, hoping that my mother had not already cancelled the service in the short time I was gone. It showed full signal strength, so I took a deep breath and dialed the number listed. When the line picked up, I felt like I was going to throw up. My heart pounded so hard, I expected the other patrons of library to report me for excessive noise. I could feel trickles of sweat roll down my neck, dampening the collar of my Tommy shirt. Through the haze in my head, I realized that the party on the other line was saying, "Hello." I swallowed and asked for Jeffrey Imos. "This is he", the other party replied. "Mr. Imos, my name is Terry." Suddenly I felt calm and that everything would be alright with the world. "I'm sorry, let me start again, my name is Terry Imos and I am your son. Present Day That day occurred nearly 13 years ago. I lost my mother and found my father within one hour. My father took me in to his home and raised my as if I had been with him my whole life. His live-in partner, Richard, adopted me as his own. They were appalled at my mother's actions. My father was equally upset that she never told him she was pregnant with me. All of those memories trampled through my head as I stood at my mothers grave. She died alone, with no one to hold her hand or comfort her in those last minutes. A few years before, when my father had passed on, I called her to let her know. She laughed and said, "Good. May he burn he Hell and you join him," then she hung up. I stayed at her graveside for a few moments longer before whispering into the wind, "I forgive you Mom, I hope you rest in peace." Back at my apartment, I realized I was truly alone. At 29, both my parents were deceased, my father's partner Richard was killed in a car accident one year before my father passed. I always thought not having Richard was just too unbearable for him and he gave up on living. Now you might think; what about boyfriends, lovers, friends, etc... I had none. I dated two men in my early twenties. Both were short lived and produced no desire to seek further companionship. Living with two gay men, although showed me that gay people can live as happily as straight people, did not have any effect on my personal contacts and interactions with other people. My father and Richard were truly in love for over 20 years and in all the time I was with them, they never went to gay bars or encouraged me to visit any. Their friends were of both sexes and orientations and they never told me who was gay or who was straight. They weren't flamboyant and neither were their acquaintances. You knew they were a gay couple only because of the love and affection they shared with each other. You would have to have been blind to miss that. My sexual education was limited to the two people I had dated earlier. Now that I think about it, besides my own hand, I haven't has sex in over five years. I thought about visiting bath houses and porn bookstores, but I always felt I needed more than those placed could offer. I do have something of a fetish. I don't know if it is truly a fetish or if it is just simply weird. I'll let you decide. When I need a release from various tensions, I strip naked and lay my most plush and softest towel across my bed. When I am comfortable, I take a bottle of baby powder and shake it liberally across my body. I enjoy the slight tickle and coolness I feel where it lands on my skin. I breathe in heavily to take in its wonderful scent. I let the powder fill up my inny navel and coat my penis, hiding it under a sensual pile of white silk. The texture of baby powder sends shivers down my spine. You can close your hand around it and squeeze, but never feel it. Once I am done dousing myself, I tenderly spread it over my entire body. I continue to breathe in the scent of the powder as it stimulates my arousal. My movements are slow. With my eyes closed, I circle both nipples before gathering a layer a powder between my fingers and using it stroke each nipple. The bolt of shock I feel as I pinch my nipples with velvety fingers causes my body to jerk. My nubs are like diamonds encased in a drape of softness. Continuing on, I move my hands down my sides, across my chest and belly. Slow. Soft. Breathe. When I reach the heap that has hidden my penis from view, it is cool to the touch. I shiver and quake with excitements. I pick up handfuls of powder and let it sift through my fingers. My cock is growing hard with anticipation, but I need to continue my explorations. My hands leave my groin area and continue down my hips. I raise my butt of the bed and knead my mound, coating it with silk. The crack of my ass does not miss out as I glide my fingers up and down. A pinch of powder on my fingertip pushes it way inside my puckered hole. I gasp as cool meets hot. The sensation is breathtaking. After depositing my prize, my hands continue on to my thighs. Oh how I love to rub them together, sliding back and forth across each other. I flex my ass muscles and my balls jump. My calves and feet now get the same treatment, covered in bright white velvet and soft as the air. I try not to laugh as I stroke my feet. My touch is light and I feel goose bumps along my arms. I sit up and grab the bottle again. The weight of the bottle in my hand suggests plenty remains. I twist the cap to clear the exit holes and squeeze the bottle hard. My cock jumps at the same time. I let the air carry the powder to my face and I inhale. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. My cock is now throbbing and bobbing up and down. It is no longer hidden and I can see a streak in the white dust that covers it. It smacks my belly on its descent and leaves proof of its desire. I move the bottle towards my cock and turn it upside down. Icy sprinkles land on my heated cock and I groan. Finally, I squeeze and a torrent of coolness rains down on my penis. The feeling is so intense; my precum starts to ooze continuously. When my pouring is complete, my cock and balls are once again invisible. I reach into the pile and locate my balls. They are wrought tight and nearly inside me. I give them a few strokes. The weight of the powder is almost nonexistent, but I can feel it gliding around my balls and seeping through the crack of my thighs, over my perineum and to my ass. It slithers and works it way deep into the crevices of my body. I reach into the pile once again, this time with both hands. I grasp my cock and pull it into view. I know beneath the white, is a purple head, but I find the starkness of the brilliant white to be incredibly erotic. I groan as I look at the vision before me. Not one piece of flesh can be seen. I began to stroke with one hand while plying on more powder from the stack nestled around base of my cock. The coolness of the powder touching my skin causes me to pant. I feel like a million feathers are stroking my nerve endings. I close my eyes and continue my actions, suppressing the orgasm that has been waiting to be released. As I stroke faster and squeeze my cock harder, I bring my other hand completely loaded to my face. In no time, my hair, face and neck are covered. With the remaining dust in my hand, I bring it to nose and inhale deeply. My cock explodes. One, two, three times, then again and again, six, seven, eight unbelievably huge globs of cum shoot out of my cock. My body twitches uncontrollably with every spurt. Each one can be felt as they leave my balls, travel the length of my cock and jettison onto my belly. Finally, I climb off the electric fence and try to gain control of my erratic breathing. My balls are empty. My cock is still spurting; finding minute traces of cum to release, but mostly, nothing else comes out. I am exhausted as I take in my surroundings. Powder is everywhere. My sweat and cum mixed with the powder has created a sticky paste. I smile and lay back into my pillow. These are the most intense and draining orgasms I experience. They can be so painfully strong, that I only allow myself this treat once a month or if the stress of day requires a special outlet. Not to mention, cleanup can be a bitch. A well worth it bitch. I know by tomorrow, my cock will be bruised from the heavy jets of cum and the dry ejaculations. The only thing that would make my fetish even more fun, would be a handsome guy to share it with. Who knows? I'm young with a bright future ahead of me. I'm sure I won't be alone for every. I'll find my Richard just as my father did. Maybe Mr. I like soft and silky too, is just around the corner. Maybe, just maybe, he will be in my next tale. Soft and Slow It is early, about 5 am. I slowly start to wake. As I do, I feel your warm naked body next to mine; I smile, remembering the past night. I slowly turn toward you seeing that you are still sleeping. I watch you sleep, your breathing so steady, so peaceful. The cabin window of our room faces the east, and the morning light is just breaking. You look so good in the morning light. The glow of the night before shows on your skin. I just lay there looking at you, I see your breast partly uncovered, and your nipple is firm, why? Are you dreaming, or is it just "your" morning wood? I should just let you sleep, after last night I know you need sleep also. That is what amazes me, why am I awake and ready so early? It must be the mountain air and you. You stir a bit and turn onto your back, I lay still as to not wake you. I listen to your breathing, and you drift off again. The sheets have been tugged down when you turned, your breasts are uncovered, and your nipples are hard. I wonder if you are dreaming, and what about. I touch you softly on your exposed shoulder, making small circles with my finger. I slowly trace a line up to your neck, touching ever so lightly. I don't want to wake you, Just yet. I move up to your face, I brush a finger along your cheek and down to your lips. They are so full, and the way they are pressed together it seems as if they are enjoying something. I trace a line from your lips down between your breasts then back up, slipping to your ear. I cup the side of your face and gently place a kiss on your lips. They are as soft as a rose petal, and just as sweet. I back off and just watch you, looking at the glow on your face, the fullness of your lips. You start to stir, taking in a deep breath, making your breast swell, as you exhale your eyes start to flutter. They open, you see me looking at you and a sleepy smile comes across your face. I say, " morning," you just smile. I kiss your cheek, your hand moves slowly toward my thigh, and finds something. A large grin forms on your face and you say, " I can't believe you are up and want more, after last night." I just smile and tell you " it's you that causes this." You just close your eyes and slowly stroke me. I gently kiss your cheek, then your ear, and give the lobe a little nibble. I move up to your lips and just brush across them a few times, I plant little kisses on them. Your breathing quickens, I kiss you a little harder, and then taking your bottom lip into mine I nibble ever so gently. I feel your tongue push through your lips; I release your lip and find your tongue. You lick my lips and push into my mouth to find my tongue as we play and tease. I love your kisses, so soft and warm, and full of passion. You are still holding my cock in your hand, so I decide to reposition before you get me to crazy. I break from our hot kiss and slowly kiss my way down to your tits, making sure your ears and your neck get plenty of kissing and nibbles. I make it to your breasts, and start with the right one, kissing, licking and lightly sucking the nipple as well as all around it till it grows hard. Then I move to the left and continue to do the same till it too is hard. I look down at my hard cock, a drop of dew has formed on the tip, and I take a finger and retrieve it. Bring the dewdrop to one nipple I coat it, and then go back for another droplet, doing the same with it. Then I lightly blow on the wetness, your nipple gets harder. I flick my tongue slowly on it, then engulf your tit and roughly flick my tongue till I have licked it clean. I see you are enjoying this; you look down and see more droplets formed on the tip of my penis, so much so that it is starting to trail down the head. You look up at me and smile. I scoop up the wetness and coat the other nipple, gathering more for a second coat. Then doing the same tease and suck to that nipple. I continue my teasing on your tits, rubbing them softly then a little rougher kissing and sucking them both. You are breathing heavy now, you reach for my cock but I will not let you grab it, your fingers just brush up against it. This is driving you crazy. I don't let up on your tits, I go for more, licking and sucking. I can tell it is working; you are starting to moan and roll your hips as if fucking the air. Suddenly you grab my head and pull it in tight while I have a nipple in my mouth, I suck hard on it, and grab the other with my hand and squeeze. Your whole body tenses as you have your first orgasm of the day. You loosen your grip on my head; I give your nipples a few more licks making you shiver with excitement. I set up on my knees in bed and look down at your pussy. I can see the wetness oozing from your hood, smiling, I feel I did well. My cock throbs. The head is wet with pre-cum. You don't say a word, you just look at my hard cock and smile, and then with one finger you touch the tip gathering dew. You rub it on your lips then lick your finger. You motion for me to bring it closer to your waiting lips. I move up to you, you grasp the shaft and give it a few stokes making more dew ooze from the tip. You lap it up, and then placing a hand on my hip you have me straddle you with my cock aimed at your tits. I place a pillow behind your head so you can suck me while I play with your nipples. You tease the tip with your tongue, licking around the head. My balls are rubbing between your tits, while I tweak your nipples. You go down on me all the way, and suck very hard, almost to hurt but more pleasure. You start to bob up and down quickly, stroking my shaft with one hand. The other you have reached around and grabbed my ass. You feel me swell in your lips, and you know I will cum fast. You cut lose and slap my ass, this catches me by surprise and I jump pushing my cock down your throat. But you don't miss a beat, sucking harder you slap my ass again, and with that I clench and start to blast. I pull back quickly and as I do cum shoots from my cock hitting you in the face, down your neck. The second spurt I aim at your tits. You reach your hand out and milk me; pulling me to your lips you suck the rest out. I set back and look at you, cum covered and smiling. Taking a finger you wipe cum from your cheek, bringing it to your lips you lick it clean. I then start to play in the man paint on your tits. Rubbing it around on your tits and around your nipples. You finish cleaning your face then join me in painting. I lean down and suck your nipples hard, making them stiffen. I taste cum on your tits it's good. I lick your tits some more then slid up next to you and we kiss deeply sharing the taste together. We lie there holding each other, warm and relaxed. You have not moved, your still on your back. I am next to you, holding you close. I slowly move my hand from across your body down to your patch just above your pussy. It's still damp from before. I ease a finger to your lips and work it in a circle. You let out a little giggle as you twitch. I press further and find you are wet, very wet. I slid my body down, kissing on the way, arms, belly, hips. Then I reach my goal, your hot wet pussy. I touch your inner thighs and push lightly; you spread your leg for me. I ease up between your legs and kiss your thighs. I can feel the softness of your thighs on my cheeks as I inch my way toward my goal. I am close; I can smell the sweetness that I wish to taste. I kiss my way to the gold. I flick my tongue across your lips, and then blow a cool breath on your clit. I can see the heat building in you, as it swells I can tell you're ready. I tease your clit with a quick flick of my tongue, then another. I can feel your legs tensing around my ears, as your pussy swells with each lick. I slide a finger in, and slowly start to pump. My hands are on your thighs spreading you open, I am still licking your clit as my finger curves upward inside you. I look up to see you gripping your tits hard. I have found your spot, you quiver, and then I go for the cream. I don't let up, sucking harder, fuller. My finger presses your spot, rubbing it till you are ready to scream. Your juices are flowing, streaming down from your lips wetting your ass and the bed. I move my left hand down and slide it under your hot wet ass. As I cradle your ass with my fingers, I slide my thumb into your tight little hole. This sets you off and you start to buck wildly. Thrashing about I have a hard time staying on you but you grasp me with your hands and pull me into you. Your heavy breathing has become gasps, and then screams. (I think you like it). You burst out, saying, "FUCK ME! HARDER!" Your whole body spasms, as your legs clench around me. You gush hard as you orgasm flooding my face as well as the bed. I lap up as much as I can, then come up for air. You are panting heavily, and so am I, then I dive in to finish. Licking up all you have given me, making you shake with pleasure. As I slow my licks you start to calm down, till I am just lying there with my head on your legs. You reach down and slowly pull me up toward you, we kiss deeply, but we can sense that we are drained. We snuggle up to each other, the cool mountain air is in the room, and the sun is climbing fast. But we will need to sleep more this morning. Soft and Slow I have tried to capture the perspective of both husband and wife in this short story. I hope it is enjoyed by one and all. Machu ***** They were to meet at ten that evening in the comfortable lobby of the hotel. The lights had been dimmed slightly, as they were each night, and the warmth of the night could be felt every time the automatic sliding glass door opened. There was still traffic on the street, but it was light that Tuesday evening. He sat on one of the plush chairs in the center of the lobby; his legs crossed at the ankles, and he held one of the local magazines. He was only scanning the pages though and kept glancing to the door, knowing that she would be there soon. He wore tan slacks with black loafers, and the short sleeve white shirt he had on was unbuttoned at the collar. His brown hair had been recently trimmed as were his partial beard and mustache. The look was very professional and pleasing to his wife of fifteen years. When she arrived, wearing a short red dress that clung to her figure nicely, he saw the desk clerk do a double take, watching her as she walked into the lobby. He couldn't blame the young man, as he also watched his wife walk past him, turning his head to watch as she went to the escalator leading to the lounge on the second floor. She was a very attractive woman. The plunging neckline of her tight dress made it obvious she wore no bra, and showed an abundance of cleavage between her ample breasts. Her legs were firm and shapely beneath the almost mini length of the dress she wore, and her black heels caused her heart shaped buttocks to be firm and taught as she swayed her hips seductively past her husband. She glanced at him with a slight smile, and proceeded to the second floor while both of the men watched her backside quite intently. He made eye contact with the desk clerk, and smiled wide as the young man looked away, blushing furiously as he tried to look busy behind the desk. 'I am a very lucky man.' He thought to himself as he put down the magazine. He knew that his wife was a very desirable woman, and he saw evidence of that desire on the faces of other men quite often. His smile didn't fade as he stood, and walked over to the front desk. He just couldn't help himself as he approached the clerk. 'That woman,' he said, as he leaned against the counter, 'The one who just went up the escalator, is she staying in the hotel?' 'Excuse me sir?' The young man said innocently. 'I'm not really sure. I didn't notice her until she went up.' 'I understand' he said. Then added with a big grin, ''That dress sure showed off her ass though.' The clerk blushed brightly again, saying 'I wouldn't know about that sir. The company frowns upon that sort of behavior.' And the kid tried desperately again to look busy. 'No harm in looking.' He said, and started toward the escalator. As he stepped onto it he said over his shoulder, 'Trust me young man that is one sexy woman.' He looked back at the desk clerk as he started up the escalator, seeing the young man's face had gone to a deep crimson, and he chuckled softly to himself as he ascended to the second floor. 2 She had enjoyed meeting her husband for a late lunch that afternoon, something they tried to do as often as their schedules allowed. They had met at a small cafe downtown, and were able to enjoy a short lunch together, watching people pass in front of the large picture window of the cafe. The city was bustling, as it usually is mid week, and she looked across the busy street at the hotel there, a wicked thought formulating in her mind. She looked across the table at her husband after they had finished eating, and the waitress had cleared the plates. 'Are we still going to have our date night love' she asked him sweetly. 'I thought we would go to a show tonight.' he said, returning her gaze. 'There's a pretty good flick at the cinema I thought you would like.' 'Well,' she began hesitantly, 'I just had a thought about tonight. Could we maybe meet in the lounge over there?' She asked him, as she gestured across the street. 'You mean in the hotel?' he asked as he glanced out the window. 'I can't think why not.' 'Great!' she said, reaching to hold his hand. 'I can meet you there about ten, and you can try and pick me up.' Her mischievous grin told him what she had in mind. His smile widened as he looked into her eyes. 'I have to admit that it's been a long time since you played hard to get with me love.' He said as he raised her hand to his lips. 'Well, with as busy as we always seem to be, I thought a little role play this time would be fun.' Her smile sparkled in her eyes as he said, 'Then it's a date dear! I'll be in the lobby when you show up.' She kissed him, and then left the cafe with plans forming in her mind, as she hurried back to work. She was productive, if a little distracted, as the afternoon wore on. She would have plenty of time to do a bit of shopping before their date, and her excitement was mounting as she headed for the mall after work. Her first stop was the Victoria secrets, where she picked out a pair of sexy G-string panties to wear under the red dress she had in mind for the night. She found the dress she wanted an hour later after going to four other stores, and had also picked up some cosmetics, as well as a small bottle of her favorite perfume. As she left the mall, she called one of her friends on her cell phone. 'Hi Pam.' She said when her friend answered on the third ring. 'Listen, I need a favor.' Without hesitation, her friend said 'Sure Hun, no problem. Whatcha need?' 'I just need a place to get ready for a date I am having with my hubby' 'Well, if you don't mind the mess, come on over.' 'Thanks Pam. You're a life saver.' She said, and headed over to her friends. She had chosen to ask her friend Pam because her friend's place was only four blocks from the hotel. She also thought her friend wouldn't mind having another car in the driveway overnight, that way she didn't have to worry about finding parking. Her friend saw her pull up, and opened the front door as she came up the walk carrying the packages from her stop at the mall. 'Thanks Pam. I owe you.' She said as she stepped inside. 'That's nonsense.' Her friend answered. 'Glad to help keep the spark alive for you two. It's good to know that you guys still have date night. Maybe if Frank and I had done that, we would still be together, instead of him screwing around on me with that bimbo he's with now.' She looked at her friend, knowing that the pain from her divorce four months previously was still fresh. 'I just need a shower, and a place to change.' She said. 'Of course a glass of wine would also be nice.' 'You go on and use the upstairs bath, Hun. I'll have a glass of blush ready for you when you're done.' Pam said. 'You should probably eat something as well.' She headed for the stairs as she said, 'Your one of the good one's Pam and your probably right. I'll take you up on that offer when I'm done getting ready.' Then she went upstairs to prepare for her date. After she had showered and dressed in the clothes she had bought, she went back downstairs, smelling the aroma of chicken cooking. Her friend had prepared a light meal, and had two place settings at the table in her kitchen. There was a fresh green salad set in front of both chairs, and a rice dish in the center of the table. Pam closed the oven door and stood, turning toward her, saying 'The chicken is almost ready Hun. We can eat in...' Pam stopped mid sentence as she looked her friend up and down. 'Damn girl! You look fine!' She finally said smiling. She wore a stunning red dress, which clung to the curves of her body nicely. It was short without being a mini, and had a plunging neckline that came to a V slightly below her breasts. She had her long blonde hair up in a tight bun and wore just a hint of makeup. Color rose in her cheeks just a bit as she stood there and said, 'I don't have any shoes that go with this. I guess I could wear my flats from work, but they just don't look right.' Pam turned to the oven and said, as she turned it off, 'Honey. You have GOT to wear heels in a dress that sexy!' And she marched past her friend and headed up the stairs, saying, 'Girlfriend, you know our shoe size is close enough for you to borrow a pair.' 'I know Pam, but I didn't want to presume.' Within moments, Pam returned with a pair of black heels and handed them to her. 'These will show off those long legs of yours nicely Hun. And your butt's gonna pop wearing them in that glove you call a dress.' 'Thanks again Pam.' She said as she slipped into the heels. 'You're a true friend.' 'I hope that stud of a husband you have is worth all this fuss' Pam said as she took the chicken from the oven, putting it on a plate next to the rice. 'I think he is' she said as they sat and started on the meal. She told Pam all about the plan she had cooked up, how they were going to 'meet' at the hotel and he would be 'picking her up'. The two of them had been friends for years, and she could tell Pam just about anything, which she usually ended up doing. They finished their meal and drank some wine as she talked about the evening she was hoping to have with her husband. Then she walked the short distance to the hotel, and when she entered the lobby, saw that her husband was pretending to read a magazine. The clerk did a double take at her, the kid practically falling over his tongue as his eyes went from her legs, to her ample breasts, and back down. She smiled just a little, as she glanced at her husband sitting in one of the lobby chairs, meeting his gaze momentarily as she walked by. She put just a little extra swing in her hips as she approached the escalator to the lounge, but didn't look back as she felt his eyes watching her. 3 The frosted glass double doors to the lounge showed the fluorescent light from several bar signs within as he stepped up to them, and he could make out soft music from inside. He opened the door, and smiled as the memory of his wife in that dress flashed in his mind. He entered the lounge, and saw that she was seated on one of the bar stools, a glass of blush in front of her, and their eyes met for a moment before she turned back to the guy standing beside her. There were six other people, plus the bartender, in the lounge, and he walked up to the bar to sit four stools down from her. His jealousy had immediately sparked to life when he saw his wife talking to another man, but he controlled himself, with effort, and ordered a glass of blush. He kept reminding himself that she wasn't supposed to be his wife tonight, and took a swallow of the wine just as the bartender finished pouring it. He handed his credit card to the bartender, and said 'Run a tab will ya?' 'It would be my pleasure, sir.' The man replied, and he turned to set the card on the face of the register behind him, beside two others. He turned to watch his wife, but she wasn't there. She had been led onto the small dance floor by the jukebox, and was slow dancing with the douche she had been talking to when he entered. Didn't the dirt bag see the rings she wore on her left hand? Didn't he even care that he was dancing with, obviously, another man's wife?!? He sat there and took another good pull of his wine as he watched them. He met his wife's eyes several times, but she just kept on dancing, seeming oblivious to his jealousy. Then the guy slid his hand down a bit from her waist, and she reached back, putting it on her lower back again. The guy smiled at her as they continued dancing, and a couple moments later, his hand descended towards her butt again. This time, she rolled her eyes, and pushed away from the guy. She didn't look back as she walked up to the bar and sat on the stool again with the man following. 'I'm sorry babe.' He heard the guy say when he stepped up beside her. 'I didn't mean to piss you off.' 'Well grabbing someone's ass doesn't make a good first impression.' She said, and he smiled proudly as he watched her. He knew that she could handle herself, and let her do just that as the guy said, 'Aw, come on babe. Lemme buy ya a real drink to make it up to ya.' 'Nope.' she said speaking directly to the dirt bag, 'You blew it asshole.' And she turned away from him, back to her drink. The guy swore softly as he went back to the table he had been sitting at. He saw the opening he needed and picked up his drink before walking over to her. 'Some guys have no manners.' He said as he sat on the stool beside her. 'How would you like to dance with a gentleman for a change?' And he offered her his arm. 'There aren't many of those left in this world' she answered, as she took his arm, and he led her onto the dance floor. 'Well, it's just plain rude to be that forward when you first meet such a beautiful woman.' He said as they began to dance. 'That is especially true, if that woman is married.' She laughed lightly before saying 'You noticed, did ya?' And put her arms around his waist. 'It's not the first thing I saw, but yes, I most certainly noticed.' And he placed one hand at her waist, the other lightly touching her back. 'Well sir, a real gentleman wouldn't be dancing with a married woman. Especially if he himself were married.' 'That I am.' He chuckled, and twirled her a bit to the music. 'Quite happily, I might add.' 'Then why on earth would you be in a bar all alone?' 'We have, what you could call, an arrangement. I am only allowed to flirt with extremely pretty women when I am on business trips.' 'And her benefit? What does she get from the arrangement?' 'She gets regular spankings,' he said 'Before I make slow, passionate love with her.' 'Oh! What a lucky woman.' She said laughing. 'I think I'm the lucky one.' He said seriously. 'Otherwise, I would never have been able to meet such a beauty as you.' 'Well sir, I am flattered. You do seem like a true gentleman.' She said, pausing, and then added. 'At least so far. So what do they call you?' 'You can call me Doug.' He said with a smile. 'Well, Doug. Tonight my name is Eve.' 'It is a true pleasure to meet such a stunningly beautiful woman, Eve.' He said before twirling her again. They danced for the rest of the song, and then returned to their drinks. 'Are you allowed to do anything besides dance, on these business trips of yours Doug?' She asked as she smiled at him. 'My wife and I discussed that, as I was paddling her fanny, just last week. We came to the agreement that sex wasn't out of the question as long as she was allowed to turn the tables on me.' Her eyes widened just a bit at the implications of what he had said. Knowing the answer, she asked him 'You mean she could have sex with another man?' 'Oh no.' He said smiling. 'She gets to paddle my behind.' And he finished his wine, motioning to the bartender for two more. 'After all, she has the right don't you think?' 'She most certainly would!' She said quickly, as she set her drink on the bar and took his hand. 'Then I suppose, I should help her out just a bit.' 'Whatever would you mean ma'am.' He said with mock astonishment. 'I mean,' she practically purred, setting his hand on her thigh, 'I should ensure that the tables are turned, most definitely, in her favor.' He immediately turned to the bartender and said 'Would you please close my tab good man.' And she laughed beside him. They left the lounge, and their two glasses of untouched wine, shortly after and went back into the lobby. The same kid was at the front desk, trying not to stare blatantly at her breasts, as 'Doug' walked up to him. 'Eve' walked over to the elevator, as her husband paid cash for a room and, winking to the clerk, took the key the young man handed him. On the elevator she drew him into an embrace, and they kissed each other softly, until the doors opened on the sixth floor. Stepping off of the elevator, they paused momentarily to look at the placard showing room numbers, and he took her by the hand, leading her to their room down the left corridor. 4 She opened the opaque door to the lounge, and entered as she saw that there were seven others seated around the room. She walked to the bar and ordered a glass of the house blush, as she sat at one of the stools. She was thankful that the dress she wore clung tightly to her body, or she might have had an issue from showing a bit too much below her waist. As it was, she felt several sets of eyes appraising her, as she sat there. Before she had taken a second sip of her wine, a moderately attractive man leaned against the bar beside her and said one of the cheesiest lines she had ever heard. 'I didn't know they let angels out of heaven.' And he took a sip of the drink he held. She turned toward him, and saw his gaze drop for a heartbeat, before quickly returning to her face. 'They do when she's been naughty.' She teased. 'So you're a naughty little angel?' He asked as his smile spread across his face. 'Well,' she answered, as she smiled slightly, 'I have been known to be a bit naughty upon occasion. That's what most people would think about a married woman talking to a stranger.' The guy glanced to her wedding and engagement rings, and then looked at her breasts again, before looking back into her eyes. He smiled a bit wider and said, 'I guess I should feel lucky they didn't just make you say a few Hail Mary's.' She chuckled lightly at this moron and her attention was drawn to her husband walking into the lounge. She looked back at the guy and realized he was saying something. '... Have a bit of fun?' Was all she caught of what he said, as she saw her husband sit a few stools down the bar from her. The guy took her hand, and practically pulled her onto the dance floor. She reluctantly began dancing with him, but kept looking toward her husband. She could tell he was just about bursting with jealousy, and their eyes met a number of times while this idiot tried to pull her against him to dance. When she felt his hand start to slide down her back, she said 'I don't think that's a good idea.' And, reaching back, moved his hand up from her butt. When he tried to cop a feel the second time, she rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her as she turned and went back to the bar. She heard the guy follow her as she sat, and he said as he stepped beside her, 'I'm sorry babe. I didn't mean to piss you off.' 'Well grabbing someone's ass doesn't make a good first impression.' She answered angrily. She couldn't believe that this piece of work was still trying to pick her up as he said, 'Aw, come on babe. Lemme buy ya a real drink to make it up to ya.' She leaned slightly forward, and said right into his face, 'Nope. You blew it asshole.' And she turned toward the bartender, reaching for her drink. She heard the little turd say under his breath 'Fucking bitch!' As he went back to his table and sat down. She almost ended the evening right then, but saw her husband stand and pick up his drink, before he walked over to sit next to her. As he sat down, he said, 'Some guys have no manners. How would you like to dance with a gentleman for a change?' And he held out his arm to her in a gesture to dance. As she took his arm in hers, she said 'There aren't many of those left in this world.' And she let him lead her into the dance floor. Her husband's eyes danced with excitement as he looked into hers, 'Well, it's just plain rude to be that forward when you first meet such a beautiful woman.' And they began to dance. 'That is especially true, if that woman is married.' She laughed lightly before she said 'You noticed, did ya?' Putting her arms around his waist. 'It's not the first thing I saw, but yes, I most certainly noticed.' He answered as he placed one hand at her waist, and she felt his other on the center of her back. Soft and Slow 'Well sir, a real gentleman wouldn't be dancing with a married woman. Especially if he himself were married.' 'That I am.' He said chuckling, and he twirled her to the music. 'Quite happily, I might add.' 'Then why on earth would you be in a bar all alone?' She asked, looking into his eyes. He smiled at her before saying, 'We have, what you could call, an arrangement. I am only allowed to flirt with extremely pretty women when I am on business trips.' 'And what about her?' She asked. 'What does she get from the arrangement?' 'She gets regular spankings,' he laughed, 'before I make slow, passionate love with her.' 'Oh! Lucky woman.' She said, laughing slightly. He looked into her eyes, and said very seriously, 'I think I'm the lucky one. Otherwise, I would never have been able to meet such a beauty as you.' She felt herself blush slightly as she said 'Well sir, I am flattered. You do seem like a true gentleman. At least so far. So what do they call you?' 'You can call me Doug.' He said, smiling. 'Well, Doug.' She said. 'Tonight my name is Eve.' 'It is a true pleasure to meet such a stunningly beautiful woman, Eve.' He said, as she smiled, twirling again. When the song ended, they returned to their drinks. 'Are you allowed to do anything besides dance, on these business trips of yours Doug?' She asked, as she looked into his eyes, smiling. 'My wife and I discussed that, as I was paddling her fanny, just last week. We came to the agreement that sex wasn't out of the question as long as she was allowed to turn the tables on me.' She was a bit surprised at this insinuation about her spanking him for a change. But she played along, and asked him 'You mean she could have sex with another man?' 'Oh no.' He said, with a big grin. 'She gets to paddle my behind.' And he drank the last of his wine, letting the bartender know he wanted two more with a gesture to their glasses. 'After all, she has the right don't you think?' 'She most certainly would!' She said a bit quickly. She put her drink down, taking his hand. 'Then I suppose, I should help her out just a bit.' 'Whatever would you mean ma'am.' The look on his face as he feigned astonishment, almost made her laugh. 'I mean,' she said softly as she set his hand on her upper thigh, 'I should ensure that the tables are turned, most definitely, in her favor.' He almost fell off of his stool as he turned quickly to the bartender, and said 'Would you please close my tab good man.' And she chuckled beside him. They walked out of the lounge hand in hand, without touching the wine he had ordered, and descended the escalator back to the lobby. That same young man was at the hotel desk, and she blushed again slightly from his astonished face as he looked up from her breasts and they made eye contact. Her husband approached the desk, while she went to the elevator, and 'Doug' got them a room. She drew him into a tight embrace on the elevator, and kissed him softly. When the doors opened, they stepped off and paused momentarily as he found the room he had gotten for them. He then took her hand, and led her down the corridor. 5 As he opened the door and flipped on the light, he saw that the room was just like a multitude of others. Floral print curtains with matching upholstery on the two chairs sitting at a small circular table. A single nightstand stood beside the queen bed that also had a matching floral print spread. There was a mini fridge and a TV, both bolted in place, and he could see a window ac unit was mounted low behind the curtains. As he walked to the window and drew back the curtains, she went into the bathroom, closing the door. He looked out over the city as he slid the window open, and heard water running from the bathroom. At this height there was a slight breeze and he felt the humid night air on his face as the room started to cool slightly. He went to the bed and folded back the spread to reveal a dark blue blanket with a crisp white sheet folded neatly over the top. He folded the spread neatly and placed it in one of the chairs as he kicked off his shoes beside the door, before setting on the bed to lean back against the headboard. She saw the ugly floral theme as she headed for the bathroom. She emptied her bladder and washed her hands, looking at herself in the mirror. She left the water run as she adjusted her dress slightly, positioning the straps to set on the very edge of her shoulders. She then moved the neckline of the dress over her bosom to just barely cover the areola around her slightly stiffening nipples. Satisfied with how the dress now revealed much more cleavage and part of her breasts, she worked the waist of it up, giving the effect of a true mini skirt. She smoothed out the wrinkles at her waist, and tested the effect she was hoping to achieve by bending at the waist away from the mirror. Looking over her shoulder she smiled as the dress rode up slightly revealing just a hint of her panties beneath. After turning off the water, she went back into the room and saw he had sat on the bed and was leaning back against the headboard. She turned away from him toward the window and looked out at the lights of the city. She took a step back and bent at the waist, pretending to inspect the ac unit. As she leaned forward, she asked over her shoulder 'Do we want this on?' And smiled as she heard his quick intake of breath. She knew the skirt had ridden up just as she had hoped, and he was enjoying the view. 'Um, well, I guess so.' She heard him stammer, and she fiddled with the controls a bit until the unit powered on. As she stood and turned to him, he said 'Well maybe we don't really need it.' She smiled at him sweetly, and she glanced to his rising excitement before she turned saying 'I guess I should turn it back off then.' Bending at the waist again she hesitated a few moments, and then turned the power off. She felt his hand rest lightly on the top of her buttocks as he crouched beside her. 'We could always put it on fan?' As she stood his hand slid softly across her butt before he let it drop, and then reached for the unit. 'That would be fine.' She said as she looked out the window hearing it hum to life once more. He stood up beside her and placed a hand on the small of her back. 'The city looks almost magical tonight, but I suspicion that your company has a lot to do with that.' She turned toward him, stepping into his embrace, 'You are a marvel.' She said and kissed him gently. He heard the water stop as she came back into the room and smiled at him. Before she turned to the window, he noticed that the neckline of her dress was opened more and he caught the barest glimpse of her dark brown areola against the smooth alabaster skin of her breast. She looked out the window for a moment before she stepped back and bent over the ac unit. He felt his heartbeat increase a bit as her skirt lifted slightly when she leaned forward, and he caught a glimpse of her red panties peeking out. He took a deep breath as he watched her fanny wiggle slightly when she said, 'Do we want this on?' He hesitated a moment before saying slowly, 'Um, well, I guess so.' But he kept staring at her firm ass while she pretended to mess with the controls to turn the unit on, and he could feel his arousal for her starting to show. She stood and turned to face him, but her dress stayed up in the back, and when she straightened the front rode slightly up as well. He could easily see her curly brown pubic hair through the lacy panties she wore, and he smiled at her. 'Well maybe we don't really need it.' Her knowing smile as she glanced briefly at his groin had him grin broadly. She turned back to the window and said 'I guess I should turn it back off then.' She bent again at the waist, and her skirt rode up a bit more. His manhood was fully awakened, when he saw the string on the back of her panties was hidden by her bare buttocks. As he stood quietly and stepped over to her, he adjusted himself. She had just turned off the ac as he crouched at her side, placing his hand on the top of her buttocks, before saying, 'We could always put it on fan?' She stood up next to him, and he let his hand glide over her butt before he turned the fan on. The hem of her dress had ridden further up her hips, and he wanted to caress the exposed portion of her that was even with his vision as he crouched beside her. She turned her head to look out the window saying 'That would be fine.' He stood up slowly, thinking she might have read his mind, and placed his hand on the small of her back. 'The city looks almost magical tonight,' he said, 'but I suspicion that your company has a lot to do with that.' She turned to him, and he took her in his arms. 'You are a marvel.' She said. Then she kissed him gently. The role play of the evening had been completely forgotten as he slid his hand slowly over her firm buttocks, then gently pulled her against him while their kiss lingered. He kissed her cheek, then her neck, as he said, 'I desperately love you dear.' And he kissed her shoulder as he felt her body respond to his touch. She felt the touch of his hand ease down from her back, and glide lovingly over her butt as he pulled her body against him. Then she felt his lips on her cheek and neck as he said 'I desperately love you dear.' As his lips lightly kissed her shoulder. She fully accepted his body pressed against her own, and knew it was her husband she held. The role play of the evening had been fun, but this was the wonderful reality of love that she felt in his arms. 6 They stood there for a long time as he kissed her shoulders and neck, cupping her buttocks as their bodies pressed together. She stroked his hair, feeling his arousal firm against her while she tilted her head back, enjoying the warm touch of his lips against her skin. He slid the hem of her skirt up to reveal her shapely bottom, and cupped her buttocks, pulling her firmly against him. She felt the warmth of his hands against the bare skin of her fanny, and she eased her hands to his waist as he pulled her against him tightly. His kisses along her shoulder had moved her dress back, and it slipped down her arm to partly reveal one of her breasts. He kissed her neck tenderly, and his lips softly traced a line to her cleavage. He slid one hand over her hip and past her waist, as his other hand gently pushed under her dress to touch the small of her back. She felt his hands as they released her buttocks, sliding up her body as she felt his warm breath against her chest. One of his hands rested against the skin of her lower back as the other slowly slid up her side, and across her belly, to gently glide across her skin to cup her breast. He cupped her breast in his hand, and as he felt her excitement hard against his palm, his mouth moved slowly over to reveal her other breast. She slid her hands over his back as she felt his mouth surround her nipple. His hand on her breast softly squeezed, and she pulled his shirt up as her hands touched the skin of his back. He pulled back from her, still cupping her breast, and she began to unbutton his shirt. Her breasts were fully exposed, framed by the neckline of her dress, the hem pulled up to her waist, showing the thick pubic hair between her legs through the lacy panties she wore as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. She slid her hands over his skin and pulled him against her. The feel of her breasts against his chest, her nipples fully erect as her hands pulled him against her, made him moan slightly against her neck. He reached up to her hair and removed the clips, allowing it to cascade down her back softly, as he returned her embrace. After a few moments in his arms, she stepped back from him and set a hand on his shoulder to steady herself while she kicked off her heels. When she had taken them off, he gently took her by the waist and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. She sat on the bed and leaned forward, removing his belt as he stood in front of her, then he pushed his shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She reached for him as he eased her back on the bed, laying atop her and kissed her passionately. She lay beneath him as he kissed her mouth, her fingers gripping his back, feeling his chest against her bare breasts. She could feel the soft hair of him tickle her skin as his kiss eased, and he lifted his weight from her. He stood up from the bed and took her hands, pulling her slowly to a sitting position. He placed his hands against the skin of her hips and gently slid them up her sides, working her dress up over her belly as he gently caressed her skin. His hands slowly and tenderly slid across her skin, from her belly to her back, working their way up her body. As he gradually worked the fabric over her breasts, she raised her arms to let him remove it from her, and as he set it on the floor, she reached to his waist and undid his pants. As she unzipped them, and they slid to the floor around his ankles, she had to stifle a laugh. The bright red briefs he wore had a huge flaming heart on the front, and his erection was positioned in such a way that it seemed to be the arrow through that heart. As he turned, she couldn't help laughing aloud, across his buttocks were the words 'hunka hunka burnin love'. 'I bought these for tonight love.' He said with an impish grin. She reached around his waist as he turned to her, and pulled him onto the bed atop her, laughing heartily. 'I think they are absolutely perfect.' She said, and kissing him lustily, held him tightly against her nudity. She felt the strength of his arousal push against her groin as she held him, but she giggled slightly at the thought of the briefs he had on. Suddenly he rolled to the side with his hands around her waist, pulling her over onto him, also laughing as he started tickling her waist and belly. 'And what is it you find so funny my love?' He said as he continued to tickle her. She gasped and squirmed while straddling him, trying to speak, but he kept on mercilessly. She pushed herself up, but he took her waist, pushing her to the side as he rolled onto her again. She gasped and fought for breath, still laughing, as he stood up in front of her. All she could do was point at his briefs, as she laughed uncontrollably, rocking from side to side. He smiled as he reached to his waistband. 'You mean these?' He said as he slid them down his legs and stepped out of them, brandishing them before her. 'You find this so hilarious young lady?' She only laughed harder as he took the briefs and stretched the waistband between his hands, hooking his thumb in one side. He shot them across the room like a rubber band, and they landed in a corner. Her laughter slowly subsided as she looked at his sparkling eyes, and then admired his nude body standing before her, he smiled wide and his arms crossed over his chest. His erection stood out straight in front of him, as she reached to her own panties, sliding them down her legs to fall onto the floor. She scooted up onto the bed and then reached her hands out for him, and he came to her with that smile still alive in his eyes. The feel of his body, as he slid into place between her thighs, was bliss and she began to tremble. He felt her warm hand around him as she reached down, guiding him toward her. She felt him press gently against her, and her arousal was such, that she parted easily to him. As he felt himself enter his love fully, a soft moan escaped her lips. They made love slowly and gently as they explored each others bodies, giving and taking the pleasure that only they could share one with the other. She gave to him, as she took pleasure from the sweet release her body felt as they became one. He gave himself to her completely, and she felt the pleasure of him fully within her. They joined themselves together many times before the dawn light showed through the window, and with that dawn, they held each other, the light of their love shining brightly from each of them. Soft and Smooth Family This story is inspired by a wonderful woman I met on literotica. Her fetishes, experiences and fantasies drove me to write this piece of fiction. This goes to the woman with "safe" email. I am fascinated by bald, bare and hairless crotch and ass. I must have been wired this way because I am 47 and my fetish for bald hairless crotch and ass is very strong. Bald pussies of girls and women, hairless cocks and balls, and hairless assholes and butts. It all started a week before my wedding. I was 25 years old and in preparation for my wedding had gotten a complete bikini wax. It was fascinating to me. It was clean and clear and I could examine every inches of my skin down there. I remember coming home from work everyday and locking myself up in my room. I'd take my clothes off and enjoy the musky smell of my own pussy. I would lay in bed, spread eagle and touch, rub, caress, massage and finger my pussy. Right before coming I would get on all fours and touch my hairless ass hole which would put me over the edge and I would cum. This same routine would follow at night. Every night I would put myself to sleep by masturbating my puffy pussy lips and my hard clit. So many mornings I would wake up to find my finger still shoved inside my horny pussy. I was infatuated by my bald pussy and ass hole. I could not get enough of touching myself. My fetish was not limited to my own pussy. Like a good little married girl, I experimented with my best girlfriends all the time. We would explore each other and rub, touch and finger each other in fascination of bald pussy and ass holes. During one of my "sleep over with girlfriends" parties on the weekends when my husband would go to vegas, my friend Jessica mentioned that she ran into her older brother in the bathroom while he was coming out of the shower and that he is totally hairless down there. That perked up my curiosity and I decided that I would have a first hand experience with boys too. Over the next several months I be-friended a guy at my gym and quickly talked him into shaving all the way. I became very good friends with him and we spent many days exploring each other, touch, massaging and fingering each other. I loved how his smooth cock skin would feel on my lips and his shaved balls against my pussy. My fetish grew stronger when my husband and I moved to a big college town where he got a teaching position and I started working for the student services center. I met and made many student friends but there were a couple special ones too. My friends kelly, Veronica, and Tina all Juniors shared my fetish but not at first. Kelly was totally shaved and had very soft and sensitive lips that would become red and engorged with the slightest touch of my fingers. Veronica had a little fuzz but she was very curious and open to trying new things. Tina and Kelly joined me as we shaved Veronica for the very first time. It did not take very long but the process left us all very wet and horny. After we had cleaned Veronica up, we all took turns sucking licking and finger fucking Veronica. By the time we were done with her she was exhausted of cumming. Tina was this cute but sexy, tennis-player, Chinese girl who was very much bald. We could not believe how bald and hairless Tina was. She was very proud of her bald pussy and her ass hole and always let us play with them. Tina and I had a special bond. Our 2nd year, thanksgiving break, she came home with me since she did not have any family. Tina was the first girl who ever licked my butt and she was the first girl who's ass hole I tongue-fucked. There was something to be said about looking at a tight pink puckered star-like ass hole exposed right in front of you and feeling the anal ring grab your tongue as you try to shove your tongue inside your girlfriend's ass hole. In the boys department I was lucky enough to meet a guy, Jason, who was just so sweet and incredibly sexy. At the time when I first met him, he used to clip his pubic area but was afraid to take the razor down there. I introduced him to hair removing cream and helped him make his cock, balls and his ass hole bald. He loved it so much that he called me that night after going home and told me that he can't keep his hands off of his cock and balls and his ass hole. Jason was the first boy who ever licked my ass hole. There something about a boy's rough tongue darting in and out of your tight little pussy or your anus. If I thought that having oral and hand sex with bald pussy, ass and cock was amazing, it does not compare to how a bald cock and balls feel slapping and grinding against a bald pussy. I love feeling the bare skin of my lover's cock and huge balls grinding against my puffy pussy lips or my tight ass hole. Naturally, my fetish became even stronger when I had kids. I continued to play with my boy and girl friends and spent rest of the time taking care of my family. Even then I would try to find ways to be alone for 15-20 minutes so i could slide off my clothes and rub, finger, caress and fuck my own bald pussy. As the kids started to turn 18, I decided that it was time to teach them the importance of being clean and bald down there. I passed on this practice onto my two daughters and a son. I taught them how important, easy and fun it is to stay bald and hairless. It was a torture to a horny mother to know that her children are sexy sweet and totally shaved bald down there but not be able to do anything about it except see them in their swim suits. Turning point came when my children entered Jr. year. See I teach Jr. and Sr. year and my crazy fetish lovers are from those classes. Once my daughter Tanya starting going to the same class as my lovers and became friends with them she quickly found out something was wrong. She confronted me and showed much interest in my fetish. We talked for hours about it. I told her that I loved seeing a bald pussy. She kissed my cheeks, took me up to her dorm, took her clothes off and showed me how smooth bald and hairless her pussy and ass hole were. We immediately started kissing each other and in a few minutes I found myself tongue fucking my daughter's horny wet pussy. I was in heaven. My own little baby girl, all sexy shaved and bald getting her pussy fucked by mommy's big wet tongue. Tanya would always return the favor very well. I remember when the very first time my daughter stuck two fingers up my anus while shoving her full big wet tongue in and out of my horny wet pussy. I came so hard that I almost past out. I did similar thing with my other daughter, Jenna. Jenna was going to a community college and lived at home so it was easy to develop my relationship with her and in isolation with the other kids. It also meant that I had to be careful when I bring my sexy friends home. So I started going to Tanya's dorm room almost 3-4 times a week. Jenna very quickly quickly figured it out that something was up and confronted me. When we told her about our mutual fetish and attraction for bald bare hairless pussies and ass holes, Jenna quickly dropped her panties and asked us if that is what we were talking about. Needless to say all three of us were very happy that day. Back home with Jenna, I would lick suck and fuck her horny bald pussy and she would in turn finger fuck my pussy. One night while she was tongue fucking my horny wet pussy she shoved two fingers up my anus. I guess Tanya and Jenna were talking and exchanging points on how to drive mom over the edge. Jenna was the crazy one. She would take me out dancing and we would pretend to be in love. We would tease each other all night on the dance floor and then come home to crazy wild fucking and sucking. Jenna introduced me to live size dildo. She would shove that big dildo in every hole that was not already occupied. My favorite position with Jenna was 69 position. She would lay on her back, I would climb on top of her. I would burry my face in her bald sexy juicy cunt with swollen pussy lips and she would shove her tongue up my pussy while using a dildo in my anus. I loved feeling a huge cock up my butt while my pussy was being tongue-pounded by my own gorgeous daughter. Jenna and I found ways to shower together, go shopping together and spend as much time with each other as possible. She was such an adventurous little minx, such a horny girl that anything was possible with her. She would tongue fuck my ass hole, grind her bald cunt against my face, fuck her hairless cunt with my huge hard nipples and put anything smooth and big that she could find inside my cunt and anus. We both would be sore at times from fucking for hours. Naturally my conversations with Jenna turned to boys. I confessed that my hairless bald crotch fetish extends to boys too. Since my son, Jason, has been trained by me to stay shaved, when Jenna asked me about Jason I told her that I am 100% positive that he is fully shaved around his cock, balls as well as her ass hole. Her eyes lit up when I told her all that and she insisted that we should talk to Jason about confirming our theory. When Jason came home that night Jenna and I were super sweet to him and offered him some wine to relax him and smooth into our conversation. Jason took a few minutes to confess that he has been keeping himself shaved in every places. He also told us that he does not like to shave himself so he either goes to a women's hair salon and gets it done by this sexy chinese girl who works there or he gets Mrs. Meyers who used to be his 6th grade teacher. With both women, his payment is tongue and cock fucking them for hours after they have shaved him off. This was information that told us what we wanted to know and do. So we asked Jason to strip and show us for sure. We wanted to make sure he was not making it up. In reality we wanted to get Jason to fuck his sister and her mother's gorgeous bald puffy lipped cunts. It started on that first time we saw Jason naked. He was fully shaved, his balls were clean and so was his pink-ringed ass hole. Before he knew what hit him, both Jenna and I had attacked him. I was sucking on his balls and his cock and Jenna had her wet tongue up his ass hole. It was such a great feeling to feel his soft skin fully shaved cock and balls and ass with our face and tongue and mouth and lips. Jason could not take a tongue and later a finger up his anus so he shot his cum into his mommy's mouth right away. I massaged his cock and milked his balls as he came in my mouth. It was Jenna's turn to play with his cock. However she did not waste time with fancy blow jobs. She laid on her back spread eagle as I sat on her face letting her tongue fuck my pussy and finger my ass hole. This was a clue to Jason to get his cock hard quick and fuck his baby sister. Jason did not waste time. He grabbed his cock from the base by cupping his balls and started slapping Jenna's horny bald pussy with his cock. This made Jenna even more wet, it made her clit swollen and her pussy lips engorged. Slapping his monster cock onto his sister's pussy made Jason's cock hard in no time. Without further delay, I watched Jason shove his huge fat monster cock meat inside his sister's tight little pussy in one big push. Jenna reacted as if something got shoved up her ass pussy and mouth at the same time. But it was incredible to watch Jason's fat cock piston in and out of his baby sister's tight pussy, his large and cum-filled balls slapping against her puckered ass hole. I must have come several times onto my gorgeous daughter's cute face just watching that. The next morning, my eyes were closed in sheer pleasure as I felt Jenna's sweet wet tongue wiggle in and out of her mommy's wet pussy, her finger probing my ass hole and feeling Jason's massive pushes as he slammed his cock over and over into his baby sister's horny tight pussy. A few minutes later I felt an extreme shrill from Jenna. Her mouth was no longer fucking my pussy. Jason was no longer whimpering his lust for his sister's pussy. A few seconds later it all made sense. I opened my eyes, and yes, I was right. My gorgeous daughter and my hunk of a son with his massive cock had decided to have anal sex. No waiting, no fore play and no warming up the ass hole. As my eyes opened, I saw Jason holding on to his balls and ramming his fat fucker plunged inside his baby sister's tight little anus. She screamed and whimpered but loved every inch of his cock sliding inside her tightest of holes. As if on queue, right then, Jenna shoved her tongue inside her mother's horny ass hole and fingers inside her juicy pussy. I was in heaven. I love getting my anus played with and tongue fucked. This did not last very long as it was intense and crazy hot. I dripped a few streams of mommy cum onto my daughter's sexy chest and chin as I watched my son pull his massive cock with huge swollen knob out of his sister's ass hole and spray her pussy, her ass and her belly with what seemed like gobs and gobs of thick white cum. All three of us were tired and spent and fell asleep tangled into each other's arms on the same bed. Soft and Wet Consciousness returns slowly, and with the greatest of reluctance. His eyes open...or perhaps they were already open, and he's just now realizing it. He's not sure. He's not sure of much, really. He feels drowsy, as though he's taken a little too much cold medication. He feels the softness of the pillow beneath his head, the blankets against his naked skin, and it's a continual effort not to just sink back down into sleep all over again. He feels a faint, delicious thrill as he realizes just how enjoyable that constant undertow is against his mind and body. He becomes aware of a voice, and he slowly turns his head to look at the bedside table. There's a pair of speakers there, broadcasting the voice over the faint hum of the air conditioner. "And you realize that everything the voice says seems so right to you...so natural...and it feels so easy to listen to the voice, so effortless..." The woman speaking seems faintly familiar to him, but he can't quite put a name to her. In fact, he realizes, he can't quite put a name to anything, even to himself. The thought feels like it should frighten him, but instead it feels soothing. He doesn't need a name, he thinks loosely to himself. It's not important. The voice is tranquil, peaceful, and warm, and he finds himself feeling passive and dreamy as he continues to listen. "And you're so peaceful now, and you can remember to forget every bit of this..." The words seem familiar, but at the same time, he can't remember hearing them before. He can't even remember the words he heard a moment ago. It's as though they're sliding past his memory, out of sight into the recesses of his mind. He wonders how many times he's heard them, but the gentle tide of the voice washes away the wonderings and leaves him docile, placid, and content. He lets his eyes drift over his surroundings as he realizes he has no memory of how he wound up in this room. It's a hotel room, generic enough that he could be nearly anywhere in the world, but again, the idea of being worried or afraid that his memory is a total blank and he's in a strange location just doesn't seem to gain any traction in his mind. It's as though the rules of the normal world have been suspended, leaving him in a strange, dreamy twilight where he doesn't have to do anything but lie there and listen and relax. Even as he fights the drowsiness, he understands that he's only fighting it because the struggle feels pleasant, not because he has any need to be truly awake. He hears a knock on the door, and his body moves with relaxed grace to get up and answer it. He feels like a passenger in his own flesh, like a sleepwalker. As he walks over to the door, he notices idly that his cock is just a little bit swollen--not stiff, but definitely aroused. He looks through the peephole and sees a short woman with long brown hair and blue-gray eyes waiting in the hallway. He doesn't recognize her, but his cock instantly twitches--she's gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. Not in the skinny, scrawny supermodel way, but in the way that a real woman is beautiful--her body is voluptuous, curvy, with lush breasts and a full, round belly, and wide, swelling hips that make his hands ache to embrace her. Her beauty is primal, sexual; it touches him on some primordial level, like the Venus of Willendorf brought to life. Before he can even think of putting on clothes, his hand reaches out to open the door for her. As it does, he notices the small bracelet around his wrist, but somehow it seems too familiar to really register in his sleepy mind. She steps into the room and closes the door, smiling at him. Without even saying a word, she slips her t-shirt off, then wriggles her shorts onto the floor and steps out of them. He finds himself sinking to his knees as she kicks her shoes off, and it somehow seems perfectly natural to lean down and plant a gentle kiss on her feet. "Good boy," she whispers, and the words send a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He realizes that her voice is the voice in the recording, and somehow that just seems so right. "Time for a shower, pet," she says, turning and heading towards the small en suite bathroom. He's absolutely transfixed by the motion of her ample, heart-shaped buttocks for a moment before some part of his subconscious realizes his role in all this, and he stands up and follows her. He doesn't need to undress, he's already naked, but he absently unclips the bracelet and sets it on the counter before stepping into the shower with her. She starts the water flowing, but the water pressure isn't good and very little of the spray gets to him. He isn't sure whether he's shivering from the chill of evaporating water or the intoxicating nearness of her; watching the water run over her body in rivulets is a mesmerizing experience. "Hold out your hand, pet," she says, and he obeys instinctively as she pours out a dollop of shampoo into it. He moves without being told, without any conscious thought at all to massage the liquid into her long hair, feeling the warmth of her scalp as he lathers up the suds. He's standing close enough to her that he knows she can feel his stiffening cock press into her flesh, but there's no shame to his arousal, only a delicious heat that suffuses his whole body. "Good boy," she whispers again, her voice stroking and caressing his mind as she hands him the soap. He takes it and lathers her back and body with more soapy suds, the feel of her soft, silky skin only enhanced by the way the soapy water makes his fingers glide over it. His hands embrace her wide, lush hips just like he'd wanted to moments ago, and it feels just as good as he'd hoped it would to lean into her and hold her for a brief instant before continuing with his task. He feels a wonderful, intimate heat as he slides his hand into the valley between her ass-cheeks to soap up the warm skin hidden from view; he feels her shudder in delight as he touches the sensitive flesh, and she whispers, "Good boy," yet again as she rinses her hair. "Thank You, my Lady," he responds, without even thinking. He doesn't know why he says it; he doesn't know how he knows that in his mind, the words are capitalized as a mark of respect. It's just one more thing that seems to come from a deeper part of his mind, a part that understands the things he doesn't need to remember, and that feels so wonderful. He slides down to his knees now, soaping up her legs and feet, and as the water washes the soap off of her body, he gently places a kiss on her ass. He can't help himself, it just feels right to show his devotion to her wonderful body, her powerful, sensual form. She turns, and the swell of her belly presents itself to him. He places another kiss there, but his eyes are drawn lower, to the sweet delta between her thighs. His head swims a little at the sight. He stands again and carefully soaps her front, making sure not to lather too much of the astringent hotel soap onto her tender nipples, and then watches as she rinses herself clean. "I'll have to take another shower when we're done," she says, and the implications of the words almost make him swoon with arousal. She turns off the water. "Towel, pet," she says, and he pulls back the curtain to grab one for her. He gently pats it against her, soaking up the water, and again he drops to his knees to ensure that she's dry all over. "Warm," she says as he finishes, and suddenly his whole body feels like it's been wrapped in a soft blanket for a moment. He wonders briefly how just a single word could have such a powerful effect, but the harder he thinks about it, the harder it becomes to think about it, until eventually he's forced to simply let the thought go and sink back into his peaceful, empty state. She smiles at him, and he knows she knows everything that went on in his head in the last few moments. She enjoyed watching him try to think, and she enjoyed watching him fail, he realizes. He realizes that he enjoyed it too. "Can't think," she purrs at him. "Can't think," he responds. He hears it in his voice, the difference between repeating and responding. He's not just echoing her words, he's accepting them, like they're filling in a hole in his being that he wasn't even aware of until she spoke. "Don't want to think," she sighs out, stepping out of the shower. "Don't want to think," he says, and he briefly wonders if she's making him believe that by saying it, or if it was always true and she's just acknowledging that truth. But then it becomes too hard to wonder, and he lets his mind go smooth and still again as he steps onto the mat next to her and begins to use the other towel to dry off the spray that hit him. She picks up the bracelet from the counter and clips it onto his wrist. "Mine," she says. "Yours," he whispers. The tones of absolute reverence in his own voice astonish him. It's not that it feels wrong--nothing has ever felt so right in his life, he knows it even if he can't consciously remember any of the things he's comparing it to--it's just that he'd never thought a person could sound so happy. Could feel so happy. The single, simple word completes him in a way that nothing else could. She heads out to the bedroom and climbs up onto the bed, switching off the recording as she does so. For a moment, he hesitates, but she knows without being told what he's waiting for. "Onto the bed, pet," she says, and it feels so good to be commanded and so good to obey. He climbs up eagerly. "Good boy," she whispers again. "I think it's time for you to pamper me now." She rolls onto her side, and his hands reach out almost before he can make them do so, stroking and caressing her smooth, silky skin. He rubs gently, just barely touching her, and he once again presses his lips to her ass. This time, he doesn't stop. He kisses again and again, interspersing the kisses with tiny licks, each one a sign of sacred devotion to her beauty. "You love to obey," she whispers, and he wants to respond but he can't take his lips away from her flesh. She seems to understand, though, continuing without waiting for a response. "Obedience is pleasure, you must obey." He kisses the tiny hollow right where her back meets the valley of her ass, savoring the sweet scent of her fresh, clean body. "You were born to obey. It's who you are. It's who you've always been." He can't deny it. He can't deny anything she says, it's all so right, so natural. It all makes so much sense to him. Something about that faintly stirs the ghost of a memory, something to do with the recording he was listening to, but he just remembers to forget as he kisses his way slowly down her thighs to her feet. He knows he's never shown much of an interest in a woman's feet before--even if his memory is little more than a white fog through which he can glimpse a shape or two--but he wants nothing more than to worship every part of her body, and it just seems natural to slowly bathe the soles of her feet with his tongue. He tastes salt on her skin as he licks, utterly content to continue as she continues to program him with her words. "Your mind is my toy," she whispers. His eyes are closed now. He doesn't remember when he closed them, but he doesn't need to see. Sight is just a distraction; he just needs to focus on her voice and on pleasing her. He's relaxed and focused now, his empty mind soaking in all her words and that feels so good. "Feels so good to obey." Her hand reaches back and begins to caress him, now, as he continues to lick and she continues to speak. He can't help himself, he whimpers slightly against her feet as he licks, but he knows deep down that this only pleases her. She wants to hear him whimper and pant and moan, she wants to know that he's aroused and needy. She finds the sensitive spot right at the small of his back, and he arches up into her touch. "Good boy," she whispers. Her touch feels so good that he keeps raising his ass up into the air to press more of his body against her expert fingers. "That's right, pet," she says. "On your knees." He realizes he'd brought his legs up into a kneeling position without even noticing, as though he was kow-towing to her there on the bed. He wishes he could stay like this forever, worshiping her body and feeling her touch and the gift of pleasure in return. "On your back, pet," she says, "head up near me." She rolls over as he complies, putting her arm across his chest possessively. "Hands up over your head...and you won't be able to move them, will you? Bound and helpless, so completely powerless in my will." "Helpless..." he whimpers out as he feels his hands lock into position. He knows there's nothing actually holding them there but her commands, but those commands feel so powerful and so irresistible that he can't move no matter how he struggles. "That's right, pet. Your will sleeps." Her hand runs over his belly, and he gasps sharply as she finds the sensitive skin right around his waist. "M-my will sleeps," he chokes out as the intense, tickling pleasure makes him writhe helplessly. "Your will sleeps in my will," she says, finding that spot again and stimulating it mercilessly. "My will sleeps in Your will," he groans out, his breath now coming in irregular gasps. "You are a deeply hypnotized, deeply obedient tranceslut," she says as her hand slides down to fondle his balls. "I am a...deeply hypnotized...deeply obedient tranceslut," he moans out. He feels almost like she's given him a name, the word 'tranceslut' resonating so deeply with the very core of his being that he feels like he needs no other identity. This dreamy, blank feeling, this empty, mindless obedience...that's trance, he realizes, and he can't get enough of it. He is tranceslut. He must obey. She circles her fingers around his cock, and he feels the slick wetness of precum as she massages it into his skin. "This is mine," she says. "Yours," he whimpers out. He can't imagine saying anything else. "And the harder your cock gets..." She slides her hand up and down the shaft, the precum lubricating the motion. "The softer my mind gets," he whispers. He doesn't know how he knew that. It's just the truth. It's as certain in his mind as the rising of the sun in the morning. The harder his cock gets, the softer his mind gets. "Soft and wet," she purrs seductively, stroking slowly. "Your mind is soft and wet as your cock is hard...and slick...and wet..." "Soft and wet," he gasps. His hips thrust into the motion of her hand, but his arms and legs remain helplessly frozen. She leans right up into his ear. "I'm fucking your mind," she whispers, her breath tickling him deliciously. "In...and out...and in...and out..." "inanout..." The pleasure spreads out now, past his cock all through his body, like he's just one big erogenous zone and she's touching it all. Then she says, "Wake." He opens his eyes to find her smiling face looking down at him. The arousal is almost more than he can stand. "I...oh, I..." His mind feels confused, groggy. He finds himself staring into her eyes. It triggers another body-memory, an instinctive understanding that his conscious mind doesn't need to think about. "I'm...looking in your eyes..." She nods, shifting position slightly so that her eyes are above his. "That's right, pet," she says. "And what does that make you do?" "It...makes me go deeper," he says in tones of quiet wonder. Her hand still hasn't left his cock. "I...hard to keep my eyes open..." "It is, it's so very hard, you can't help it, your eyes just get so heavy..." He feels his eyelids flutter, his field of vision narrowing as he tries to hold his eyes open. "So heavy, need to close, need to sleep..." "Need...to sleep..." His eyes are just slits now, the warm red encompassing most of his view as he can just barely see her beautiful blue eyes. "That's right, pet, mind so soft and slick and wet..." "Soft...slick...wet..." He can't fight it anymore, his eyes slam shut and he sinks into her touch and his own pleasure. He feels her lips close around his nipple, and the intensity of that sensation almost sends him over the edge into orgasm, but something holds him back. "And now," she whispers, just before fiercely kissing his chest, "you feel...mmm...you feel my tongue, just flicking at the tip of your cock..." And he does feel it, a tangible sensation on his member that makes him whimper and moan and thrash his head from side to side as he groans in ecstasy. "And now taking the whole thing into my mouth, sucking and licking and tasting..." His muscles are clenched in pleasure, the feel of a warm wet mouth around his cock absolutely undeniable. "And now I'm pressing a vibrator against your ass...feel it pulsing...and throbbing...and buzzing..." With each word, he moans anew as he feels the pleasant thrum, so real to him as he lies there with his eyes closed. "Fucking your body, fucking your mind...keep feeling it, pet," she says, and even as she lets go of his cock and sits up on the bed, the licking continues in his mind. He can't help it, he's lost in trance and the pleasure just keeps going, and then he feels a pair of glasses slide over his closed eyes, and suddenly there's a bright light that just shines straight through his eyelids, forming dazzling, swirling patterns of red...and green...and blue... "I'm programming you now, pet," she whispers in his ear, her hands rubbing his balls as he feels her licking and the vibrator throbbing and now the lights making him sink even deeper, go even more blank and empty and docile and brainwashed. "You can't help it, can't fight it, can't think, don't want to think..." "don't want to think..." His voice is utterly empty now, simply a vessel for her thoughts and her words and her touch. "Pleasure." The sound of the word is like a caress on his cock, and he lets out a tiny, strangled moan and bucks upward sharply as he hears it. "Good boy. Good boy..." Every word of her praise is like a soft stroke on his sensitive skin, now, the lights and the touches and the sound of her voice shutting his mind down completely. "th...th...thank You, my Lady," he whimpers out, wanting to tell her just how grateful he is for this utter bliss, wanting to worship her and praise her and offer her everything he can, everything he has, everything he is to thank her for this perfect obedient state of mindless joy. "And now you want to touch me again, want to worship and caress my body again...you feel the need growing, but you can't move, can't move to touch me, but you want to sooo bad..." He nuzzles at her chin for a moment with his lips, but then she moves just out of reach, and the craving only builds. He feels precum dribbling down his cock as he imagines the soft feel of her skin under his fingers, just out of reach... "please, my Lady," he begs, knowing deep down, in the conditioned part of his mind that he can't consciously remember, that nothing pleases her more than hearing him beg. "please let me touch You, please please please need it oh please please..." "But you can't touch me while you're watching the lights, can you?" she says in patient tones. He shakes his head. He knows she's right, everything she says makes so much sense... "You'll need to take the lights into your mind, if you want to touch me." "yes my Lady," he says blankly, "i will take the lights into my mind..." "That's right, the lights in your mind, never leaving, always programming you, always brainwashing you..." He lets his thoughts soak up her words, even as he lets his thoughts soak up the patterns of the lights. "the lights are in my mind," he says at last, as his body goes utterly limp with mindless pleasure. "Good boy," she says, removing the glasses. "You may touch me now." He opens his eyes to see her lying back on the bed, and he urgently moves between her thighs to caress her pussy. He wants to touch her everywhere, but the center of her pleasure beckons him desperately, and it's so beautiful, so aroused and arousing that he can't wait even a moment longer to touch her there. He slips two fingers in, and they slide easily into the warm, soft wetness of her cunt. Soft and Wet "Oh, yes," she says, "so eager, so needy, and you can..." She lets out a long, shuddery breath as he slides his fingers in and out, his gaze absolutely transfixed by the motion as he fucks her with his hand. "You can feel everything your fingers feel on your cock..." And then they're both panting, both moaning, and she reaches down to diddle her clit as he slides a third finger in. "And...and when I cum...you cummm..." Her voice is unsteady with pleasure, but that just makes it more hypnotic to him as her pleasure is echoed in his body. "when you cum i cum...please, please Mistress cum, please cum please cum please cum..." He's so near to release now, so desperate and aroused and submissive and mindless and blank and docile and-- "Oh!" she gasps out, and he feels her pussy clench around his fingers as her body shakes and spasms in the throes of orgasm. That's all it takes, he feels his own cock throb and swell with pleasure without his even touching it, the orgasm seeming to last forever as he finger-fucks her and she groans and moans in perfect pleasure, until he finally feels his cum splattering onto the sheet beneath him. "Good...good boy," she whispers, pulling his hand out and pulling him up into a tight, intimate embrace. He holds her closely without needing to be commanded, both of them just sharing that rapport that exists beyond words. In that moment, they are more than simply mistress and slave, joined in perfect unity of thought and sensation. It feels timeless, perfect. He never wants to let her go. "Good boy," she whispers at last, her voice sleepy. "And...unlock." Michael blinks once, twice. Smiles at her. "So," he says, as the memories flood back in, and the knowledge of the person he was returns so easily he wonders how he could ever have forgotten, "how was your walk?" "It was nice," Lynn says with a wide grin on her face. "How was your nap?" "Very relaxing," he says, snuggling tightly into her warm body. He knows his own grin spreads all the way across from ear to ear, but he doesn't care. There's nothing to be ashamed of in this joy. "But I think I might need another one now." "Me too." She reaches down and slips her fingers inside the gap between bracelet and wrist, gently tugging. The motion sends happy shivers all through his body. "Mine." "Yours," he sighs out blissfully. Being awake makes the happiness no less intense, the sense of completeness no less true. "Thank you for brainwashing me," he says, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth of her body as he holds her. "You're welcome, pet," she says, stroking his hair as her eyes sink shut into sleep. THE END Soft as a Virgin Laying on his bed and watching TV he started placing a few kisses on my neck, down to where the shoulder on my shirt had slipped down. I smiled and wiggled appreciatively, letting him pull the fabric over my bra strap away and plant a smooch there. He tugged again, I sat up and took off my shirt, snuggling back up again. "You smell so good." I squirmed back against him, feeling his breath, hot and wet against my skin. He moved the strap off my shoulder, leaning up to kiss down my upper arm as well. I felt his fingers in my hair, brushing it out of the way yet lingering on it. I turned back towards him, so I was lying on my back with him half over me. The first kiss was soft, sucking on my upper lip. I closed my eyes after looking up into his, feeling his hand slide up over my stomach. The second kiss was all tongue, his working against mine and then exploring my mouth. My bra was clasped in the front, I felt it come apart in the third kiss. I bit down into his bottom lip and he moaned with pleasure into my mouth. He turned his attention away from my mouth, licking and kissing down to my nipples. Little bites back and forth, then sucking. I parted my legs for his wandering hand, he found just the right spot through my jeans. I was blushing when he looked up again and smiled, then went back to what he was doing while slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. His fingertips found the elastic of my panties, I jumped as he moved lower over the fabric. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. His mouth moved down over my ribs, leaving a trail of soft bites and tiny smooches. I froze when he reached my belly button, just above my unbuttoned pants. I lifted my ass up as he pulled the pants down to my knees; I kicked them off. He came back up for another kiss, holding me tight. I rubbed my knee against his waist, trying to find a hundred different little ways to let him know I wanted it. He slid his hand down from my knee to my ass, giving it a squeeze as he sucked on my tongue. "You feel so soft." I kissed his neck, giving him a bite mark there to remember me by. He moved down to my nipples again, already hard before his tongue reached them. His hand found its way between my legs again, to the wet spot on my panties. I gasped, pressing myself down against his hand. He pulled the fabric aside and buried his fingers in me, sending my head back into the pillow with pleasure. Then the fingers were in my mouth, and I could taste how much I was enjoying it. He watched, I sucked them clean and undulated my tongue against them to hint at what was coming later. He dragged the moisture from my mouth down over my nipple and back to where they came from. His mouth was on mine, tasting me as I tasted myself. My panties were slowly worked down; I bent my knees up and then they were resting on my ankles. He pulled away from me and kneeled, leaning over to take the panties and bunch them together, smelling them. I giggled or some silly girlish thing, he folded them inside out and pushed them into my mouth as his fingers urged me to comply. And I sucked on the silky lace, as he knelt down between my legs. Kisses and love bites started at the inside of my left knee; I lifted myself up to him but he took his time. I ran my hands over my breasts, pinching my own nipples. I cupped my breasts just like he does, fondling the areola with my thumb. He breathed out against me, kissing, and then letting his teeth brush against my clit. My knees came together, lifting myself up to his mouth. Pleasure blossomed from my hands, his mouth, and the cold air brushing against all my bare skin. He kept going until I was bucking, almost there, then his was back on my nipples. "MMmmm... Keep going?" "It's better like this, cool down." Kissing, biting my bottom lip before I bit his. Tongues curling together, my panties resting fragrantly by my neck. He kissed my belly button, placed love bites on each rib back up to my nipple. When my eyes closed it all blurred together, the wetness of his lips cooling my skin down. I jerked back into reality when his tongue licked up between my lips to my clit, making my back arch and a cry escape my throat. His nails dragged down my back and over my ass. The scratched burned like fire and he did it again. I pulled at my nipples, licking my lips and squeezing my eyes shut. A finger found it's way up between my cheeks, pushing up inside of me as I came. I shuddered, fucking his face and almost blacking out with pleasure. He was breathing heavily, head against my chest when I opened my eyes again. He'd taken his shirt off; I pulled at one of his nipples as he rolled onto his back. I kissed his lips, kissed his chin, then kissed down to suck on his nips until I got his pants unzipped. He didn't waste time to help me, and get his boxers down. I did the same he did, starting at his knee and working up his thigh. He was already hard, but I drew it out kissing and biting my way up. I stroked his cock, precum wetting my hand. I started licking at the head, getting into it, I undulated my tongue against the underside creating suction by making my tongue into a bowl. "Oh God yes, do that again." After that it was just moans and mumbling. I did the trick again, then massaged in circles with the tip of my tongue. Then I moved down to his balls, cupping them and licking. Working slowly back to his dick, stroking it as I took as much as I could into my mouth. Sucking, licking, stroking, then starting over again. He said something and I didn't hear him, then he started to roll over on his side. I let him, then continued stroking. I knew what he wanted, it was his favorite thing. I started by kissing his ass, giving him a little bite before going between his cheeks. It started with one long lick, from his scrotum almost to his back. Then I worked my tongue back down to his hole. "Do it." I stroked him, feeling him shudder with pleasure as I licked around his asshole. He scooted back a little, and I penetrated him with my tongue. Working it in, working it around. Curling it and then just wiggling. Stopping to give a second lick, a third, and smaller ones like I was cleaning him. I felt his hand on the back of my head, reaching back to push me forward. I inhaled deeply and exhaled so that he'd feel it. I pushed my tongue in, he told me it was enough. He rolled back and I started sucking again. Licking the taste out of my mouth and the pungent taste of his cock back in. He was breathing heavily, almost like he was pained. "Do that thing with your tongue again." I sucked so that the suction would be stronger, then did it again. I gave him a little scrape with my teeth and he came. His cum filling my mouth and I moved back, the rest landing on my face and in my hair. He was gasping like he'd just run a marathon; I swallowed what was in my mouth. "Come here baby." He took two fingers and wiped off my face, bringing it to my lips. His cock wasn't even completely soft, he was working towards a second wind. I gave in and licked his fingers, sucking them, letting him gather more to let me suck off. Then I laid there with my head on his chest, fondling him while he pulled at my nipples. Every once in while he slipped a hand down my back, or along my waist. He couldn't reach the wet and matted pubic hair, but he teased me. I threw a leg over one of his, my wet hair fell over his shoulder. The moment lasted and drew out; he got harder. I turned onto my back and he went back to my nipples, sucking and fingering my pussy. He turned away and reached off the bed, opening the drawer and getting out a condom. "Put it on me?" I smiled and took it. Unwrapping it, holding his cock and slowly putting it on. He watched, loving it. I crawled back up to him and kissed him; he turned me over onto my back. I settled in, wiggling, he knelt by my feet. Holding the underside of one of my knees and bending it up to my chest as he kissed his way up to my mouth. He held himself, positioning, pressing in slowly. When his hand could be freed he put it under the other knee, until both my ankles were at his shoulders. I gasped, he moaned, working in and out slowly but only penetrating about an inch. He stopped when I let out a cry. "What is it?" "I'm a virgin." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm afraid you wouldn't want to... You know..." He kissed me so I wouldn't have to finish. I whimpered as he started again, even slower. Deeper, deeper, harder. I held onto him, scratching my nails across his shoulders until he bled. He curled down to my nipple and bit, I scream, he pushed all the way in. Then he was still, all the way into me. Tears ran out of the corners of my eyes, then he kissed me. Letting me adjust, letting me relax, then he started again. Slow strokes, such a slow pace. Kissing my neck, biting my ear, taking my virginity. Every time I whimpered he would slow down, then work back up to a comfortable pace again. I reached up to run my fingers over his head, down his neck. Fondling his nipples before he went back down to my neck. Licking and sucking, hand under one of the cheeks of my ass. Every once in awhile he'd slide between them. Tempting me, what was next. Then he came, slowly building up to it. Exhaling against my ear with such a soft moan he could've been dying. I kissed his ear, lifting myself up through the discomfort. He came, hard, blushing with the effort. Then he was beside me, snuggling. I was wiggling back against him, closer, aching. "Thank you." Soft as Glass A circling hawk, silhouetted against the cloudless blue sky, screamed keee keee keee. Jamie hauled luggage and a pair of mountain bikes from the back of the van. He was content not to be part of the conversation between his girlfriend, Lene, and her father because he was too distracted, trying to pin a name on an elusive feeling that bothered him. Was it déjà vu, maybe? The place felt familiar when it shouldn't, though he couldn't say what about it triggered the feeling. He worried at it, but didn't get anywhere. Lene patted the leg pocket of her cargo pants. "Yep, the GPS is right here. Extra batteries are in my pack." Her father reminded her, not for the first time, "You leave a voicemail if you don't get us when you call to check in, alright?" "Sure. And a text message. Want e-mail? We can do that too." "It can't hurt." Lene's dad looked past her and caught Jamie's eye. He thought he detected a slight frown under the moustache, and perhaps a silent message. You take care of my daughter, bring her back in one piece, and don't you dare get her knocked up. After the amount of fussing her parents did over a week long bike trip, Jamie wondered how they were going to deal with her being gone for over two years with the Peace Corps. More selfishly, Jamie wondered how he was going to deal with her leaving. He forced his mind off the subject and back to fixing his displaced bike chain and loading up with camping gear. Instead of brooding about her imminent departure, he was determined to enjoy their week together. Lene snapped the front wheel onto her bike and wrangled some of their packs onto the back. Her father looked in the back of the van, and then shut the doors. "You have your repair kit, right? First aid kit?" he called. "Dad, you helped us pack. Yes. They're still in there," she said with good-natured exasperation. She tucked a wisp of long blonde hair behind her ear and propped her heavily laden bicycle up against a halfway collapsed chain-link fence. Lene got a hug from her father, and Jamie got a manly thump on the shoulder. "Okay. Be careful you two. See you in a week." "Thank you for the ride," she said. Jamie echoed the sentiment. "Oh, you're welcome." Her father got back into the driver's seat and waved out the window as he pulled away. The van disappeared around a curve in the country road. The hawk took a sharp dive and skimmed the tall grass. It rose with something small and dark in its talons. Lene came up behind Jamie and wrapped her sunscreen-slathered arms around him.She kissed the back of his neck, then gave him a gentle nip. His body flushed with heat, thinking about the things she promised to do with him later, most which were not the least bit gentle. He laid his hands over hers and squeezed. Soft as Silk "I wish you'd take control more," he'd said one night. "It'd be so sexy, and you'd be great at it, I can tell." This was all post-coital. We'd both had intense orgasms, as ever, and were lying in each others arms letting our breathing return to normal. "We seem to do ok!" I smiled. "Absolutely..." he whispered as he dropped off to sleep. A few days later I'd had an idea. "If he wants me in control," I thought to myself, "then he can have it!" The following morning I got out of bed early. I'd already noticed that he was particularly aroused this morning. Mornings were his usual time for rock hard erections, and we usually had sex before breakfast. This morning, a Saturday, would be no different from that point of view! I went into the kitchen and made some coffee, clattering mugs and spoons as I did so. I heard him stir and went and stood in the doorway of the bedroom. "Morning." "Morning babes" he muttered. His cock formed an impressive bulge beneath the duvet, and I felt an appreciative tingle between my legs. "Steady on!" I said to myself. "We haven't even started yet!" I walked towards him and pulled the duvet away from his body. We both slept naked when we were together and he shivered a little in the sudden coolness of the air. "What are you up to?" he asked, with an amused smile and a look of anticipation in his eyes. "Taking control," I answered, in a matter-of-fact tone. I noticed his cock jerk a little. I smirked. "Lie still." I reached into the drawer in the bedside unit and pulled out some strips of silk. I knelt next him on the bed. "Spread out for me." I ordered. He eagerly did as he was told. I tied each ankle and wrist to the bed gently, but securely. I still had one strip left. "What's that one for then?" he enquired. "You'll see!" His cock was already close to full hardness as I lay down between his legs. I looked up at him past his cock. He was looking down at me as best he could to see what my next move would be. I blew softly up and down the underside of his shaft. I was close enough for the air to be warm but not close enough to make contact. "Oh that's good!" he sighed. I lifted my head so I could flick my tongue under his tip, fast and soft, slow and firm. "Oh yeah, keep going!" he moaned. "I haven't started yet!" I whispered. His cock jerked again. I picked up the spare strip of silk. He eyed it keenly. I settled one end at the base of his shaft and wound the rest up and around his cock, loosely. Once it was in place I pulled slowly on the end I still had in my hand. The fabric slowly slid upwards, spiralling round his hard cock, until it was off at the tip. "Oh my God babes!!" He breathed heavily through the words. "Again?" I asked. "Please babes!" This time I started at the tip. The silk in place, I pulled downwards and watched it slide slowly in a downward spiral towards his balls. I had an idea. I wrapped his balls in the fabric and pulled it across and around their weight. His breathing was heavy now and his cock was harder than I had ever seen it. My pussy was wet and aching by now and I decided it was time to get some pleasure for myself. As if reading my mind he spoke. "I want to taste you babes. I know you must be wet by now!" I positioned myself above his face, my knees either side of his head. I was up on my knees so he couldn't reach me, facing down his body so I could see his cock. He was trying to lift his head but the silk ties held him down. "I can't reach you babes!" he whispered, blowing softly up on to my pussy. "I know. Watch!" I reached down between my legs and spread my wet lips for him to see. I trailed a finger between then, the full length of my slit and back again. I heard him gasp in appreciation. "You want your tongue here instead of my finger don't you?" I teased. "Oh yes, I do babes. I want to taste you!" I moved my finger up to play with my clit. I flicked and circled it, making my own breath come in short pants. He writhed beneath me, trying to reach my pussy with his tongue. I lowered myself down onto him and let his warm soft tongue flick over my swollen lips just for a second. I lifted away again and played with myself. "Please babes, you're killing me!" "You wanted me in control, right?" I whispered. "That's what you've got." I was really starting to enjoy being a dom for a change. I moved my fingers away from my slit and held myself open above him. I slowly tensed and relaxed my inner muscles, making my slit open and close a little, showing him what his cock could be enjoying. His cock was oozing pre-cum. For a moment I was tempted just to cum above his face, and to see if he could cum himself with no contact. Maybe next time, I thought to myself. I took my hands away and moved down his body a little and turned to face him. I'd obviously dripped a little of my juice onto his face as he was licking around his mouth furiously, trying to get as much of me as he could. His eyes were wide as he looked up at me, taking in my tits, and moving down to between my legs. He had a wild, animalistic look in his face, which I'd never seen before. I liked it. I leant forward and kissed him hard, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as though we were new to each other. The kiss was deep and passionate, sending electric thrills down to my pussy. I couldn't hold off much longer myself. I moved down him again and knelt above his hard cock. I smiled down at him, trying to look as innocent as I could under the circumstances. He raised his hips to try to slide his aching cock inside me but it was too far, even for his eight inches. I lowered myself a little and took his cock in my hand. It twitched hard and I thought he might cum out of sheer frustration. Fortunately he didn't. I wanted his cum inside me. I slipped his tip between my wet lips and stroked myself, using his cock as I had used my finger. We were both breathing hard now and I could feel my own orgasm starting to build deep inside me. I moved my position so I could do the same over my hard clit. I was starting to get lost in my own moment. "No more babes, please!!" His plea brought me back to the real moment. I started to slide down his long hard shaft as slowly as I could. I kept my inner muscles squeezed tight around him. He let out a long sigh of satisfaction as I took his full length deep inside me. I moved slowly up again until I held just his tip in my lips once again. I fluttered my muscles around it before sliding back down, holding him tightly in my pussy. This time I stayed down, his shaft filling my pussy. I rolled my hips gently, allowing the friction to build up the momentum inside each of us. I leaned forwards against his body, the new position allowing my clit to rub against the base of his shaft and for my erect and neglected nipples to rub gently against his strong, solid chest. I looked up at his face and saw that he had his eyes tightly shut, a grimace of deep pleasure and tension on his face. I knew he was close. So was I. I thrust my hips as hard as I could against him, rubbing my clit harder against him too. I felt a single spasm in my muscles, followed by a throbbing in his over-hard cock. The single spasm was followed by a series of them as my orgasm shot through my body. At the same time, his cock exploded inside me, "sucked" by my gulping pussy. I felt his hot cum hit the back of my pussy as we cried out together, having the most intense experience either of us had ever had. As our orgasms subsided, our thrusting hips slowed and gradually came to a stop. His cock was still in me as I lay slumped and exhausted in top of him. I rolled off and lay next to him. We listened to each other's breathing as it slowed. "You going to untie me now?!" he smiled. His cock was almost soft now, and nestled against his upper thigh. "I suppose it's safe is it?" I giggled as I undid the four silk strips. "I never said that!" he whispered as I lay back down next to him. "But I think it is. I don't have the energy!" We laughed as I snuggled into him, his head on my chest, one arm across my stomach. "Are you sure that having me in control is such a good idea then?" I asked softly. "Absolutely..." he whispered as he dropped off to sleep. Soft Baby This story is protected by copyright and may not be duplicated, copied, reprinted or placed on any other internet website without permission of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * How did I get here. I seriously questioned myself as the steel bar door slammed behind me. I looked around the cold barren cell, two cots, one up, one down, and a commode. The only luxury, a sink. I lie down on the made up bunk and think about the last five weeks of my life. How I, a substantial, law abiding yuppie, ended up her in the county jail. A twenty eight year old housewife living in an upper class neighborhood and, for gods sakes, a Volunteer of the Year award from my community. Now I'm treated like a common criminal, locked up in jail for three days. I knew I had too much to drink that night but that wasn't why I hit the parked car. I swerved to miss hitting a dog. But the breathalyzer rated a .10 and a drunken driving charge was leveled against me. My attorney virtually assured me I would get nothing but a fine. She didn't foresee Judge Henry, whose wife was killed by a drunk driver, deciding to make an example of me. He'd made examples of a lot of people. Right now, since I'm here and can't change that fact, I have to be concerned about what Helen argued before the judge. I know it was her job to argue for my best interest, but my concern is whether, as a attorney, she knew what she was talking about. She told the judge, because of my good looks, I would be preyed on by other ladies in the county jail. She tried to persuade the judge to let me do my time in a half way house but he declined her request. I hope April understood when I tried to explain to her about why mommy would be gone for three days. At least I didn't lie to her. She's a good daughter but she's only six. Maybe I made a mistake by being so blunt with her. Bill, well he was Bill. Take your punishment, accept it, and go on with your life. He's not the one sitting in this god forsaken place. He's just being practical, and he is a good husband. Thank god for that. "Ginny," I was startled from my thoughts by a loud, shrill voice. "Ginny, I'm so sorry about this." It was my attorney. I crawled off the bunk, meeting her at the steel bars. "I tried my best Ginny. Just got the wrong judge. I had to come down here to give you some free advice. How's everything going so far?" "I've been here less that an hour Helen," I said exasperated. "I'm sorry. It's alright so far. I know this isn't your fault. If it doesn't get any worse than this I can stand it." "It will get worse," Helen said sincerely. "I defend clients in here on a daily basis. I know what transpires in this place. I wasn't making that up, the part about you being preyed on. It's going to happen. You'll have two, maybe three cell mates before the afternoon is over with. You can almost bet on it." "Well what am I supposed to do about it?" I whimpered as tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm here and that's it." "I'm going to give you the same advice I give all my clients who are in here for the first time Ginny. You want to leave here physically unhurt. That's the main thing. The best way to do that is don't fight it. These girls are going o come on to you. You can't stop it. If you fight they'll hurt you, then rape you. Whatever you do they're going to get what they want. And nobody in here is going to stop it." "What are you saying? I should just go along with it. Have sex with these, these people. I can't do that Helen. My god, what are they, animals!" "They have nothing to lose Ginny, or most of them don't. Just let them have their way, That way you have your best chance of not getting hurt. Just think of your daughter. She don't need a mother whose been maimed over a three day visit in county jail." "Jesus Helen, I don't...God what a mess. I have to let women play with my body like a piece of meat just to save my body from being hurt. What about my psychic Helen. How do I get out of here with that unscathed." "You'll manage Ginny. Believe me. You'll survive. I'm just giving you my best advice. I hope you take it. Listen, give me a call when you get out and let me know how you are. I have to run, court date in twenty minutes. Hang in there girl. Okay" "Yes, yes, okay," I said dejectedly. "You better go. You'll miss your appointment. I'll call you." I watched as she walked down the hall and disappeared. I tried not to show it but I was really scared. I lie down again, mulling all this in my mind. It was so peaceful at the moment I tried to put all this sex stuff out of my mind. I must have dozed off. I was roused by the clanking of the cell door. "Come on, get in there," I heard the guard order the two women as she pushed them into the cell. The door slammed and the guard, like my attorney, disappeared down the hall. For a moment there was silence. I didn't move from the cot. Suddenly, one of them spoke. "Look how soft she is Ginger," the dark headed one said. "She looks like she has the skin of a teenager. And those clothes. Didn't get those at K-mart did ya honey?' I arose from the cot and moved to a corner of the cell. I didn't answer her. They look like hookers to me, I thought to myself. At least they're clean looking, but their perfume, cheap and fruity. I wondered how they could wear that stuff and not get nauseated after awhile. "Your a real lady aren't you?" Ginger directed her question at me. "What did you do, kill your husband?" They both laughed. "I'm just trying to do my three days for drunk driving," I said in a quivering voice. "I want to stay out of trouble so I can get out and get back to my child. I want to be a decent mother to my daughter." That's good, I thought to myself. Appeal to their basic instinct of motherhood. "Your a mother, huh? I had a mother once. Beat me everyday till I was sixteen. That's the year I put her light's out." Ginger laughed at her friends bravado. "Me too, Ginger said. "Bitch is dead now. Just as well. She wasn't much of a mother to me," her voiced trailing off as she appeared to be thinking about a love lost a long time ago. Foot steps were coming down the hall. A guard appeared, opened the cell door to let us know it was dinner time. As we followed her towards the dining hall the dark headed girl whispers to me. "They're going to be trying to make you in there, Soft Girl. You had better stick close to me and Ginger if you want be safe. It's up to you." Sounded like good advice to me. I stuck right next to them all thru dinner. And they were right. The catcalls and whistles directed at me were numerous. Strange as it may sound I actually felt honored. I guess everyone likes there ego stroked, especially when so many seem to be confirming your appealing appearance. Really, though, I knew it was sick. Back in the cell both Ginger and I let Terri, the dark headed girl, decide our sleeping arrangements. "Ginger, you take the top bunk, the Soft Baby will sleep with me." I was petrified. Helen's advice came back to me. "Just don't fight it, don't get hurt." I started to climb into bed. "Take your clothes off Soft Baby. We ain't going to bite." Terri wasn't going to let me get away with staying dressed. "You don't sleep dressed at home do you?" she said sarcastically. "No," I mumbled. I tried not to look as they undressed. I turned my back to them as I removed my skirt and sweater and hung them neatly at the end of the bed. I watched as Ginger climbed to the upper bunk, her firm round butt staring me in the face. The thought crossed my mind that they must make good money as prostitutes being they were both young and attractive. Terri had me crawl in first. I was pinned in between her and the wall. She snuggled up close to me. "Hey Ginger, you can't believe how soft this babe is. God what smooth skin." I felt her hand caress my arm, acting genuinely impressed by my soft, perfect skin. I felt her breath on my neck. "God, you smell so good," she whispered. My whole body was rigid. I wasn't moving a muscle. Her mouth was on mine. "Kiss me," she murmured. "I want to feel those luscious lips on mine." My mouth was tightly shut. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my heart beating rapidly, so scared I couldn't move. Her tongue was licking my lips, darting around, looking for a way to penetrate my mouth. "Don't fight this Soft Baby, she whispered again. "This is going to happen." "Ohhh," I yelped when she pinched my left nipple. Her tongue, so precise, darted in. Her kiss, her tongue, surprised me. Soft and tender, not rough like I thought it would be. I begin to think I could stand this as my body warmed to her touch. She pulled away for a second, her mouth lowering to my breast. I let out a faint moan as she nipped and sucked my nipple the way I most enjoyed. And she was doing it better than any man had ever done it for me. She was like an expert in foreplay and I closed my eyes and lost myself to the wonderful feeling. Her tongue trailed down my stomach. I knew what was coming. I heard her inhale deeply as if to breathe in the scent of my panties and moist pussy. She moaned her approval when, ever so slightly, I spread my thighs submissively. "That's it Soft Baby," she cooed. "Give it up to Terri. Ohh baby, you smell so....her tongue now on the crotch of my panties. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned loudly. My moan was met with the guttural grunts coming from the cot above. Ginger was doing her best to pleasure herself. It sounded like she was succeeding. "Eat her baby," I hear Ginger direct Terri. "Eat that clean cunt bitch. Does she taste good baby?" "Oh yea, Terri hissed. "God, best pussy I ever had, so sweet." Ginger's moans from above grew louder. I felt Terri remove my panties. She began fingering me slow and rhythmically while her slurping lips on my clit suckled me like she would a raw oyster. My body was now in full response. Pleasure was everywhere. My hips heaved against Terri's mouth, her fingers sinking deeper into me with each thrust. Suddenly a womanly smell engulfed my nostrils as a furry ball wrapped around my lips. Ginger had abandoned her cot for her share of pleasure, straddling my face and squatting directly onto my mouth. Her pussy, already dripping, deposited freely over my lips. So vulgar, so intoxicating. I began imitating Terri, fingering Ginger's cunt while my mouth, as inexperienced as it was, found her clit and rolled it between my lips. I must have done something right because Ginger was now moaning uncontrollably. "Suck me baby, she mewed. "Suck meeeeeeeeeee." Suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, my own body stiffened, convulsed, causing me to slam my cunt against Terri's mouth uncontrollably. She grabbed my ass cheeks and held her mouth to me, her lips humming my clit to a quivering little knot. I came... nothing ever in my life feeling this dark and depraved, delirious and delicious all wrapped in one. My body ached from the most intense orgasm I ever experienced, and the numerous little spasms, even as my orgasm waned, were totally new to me. I now concentrated on the flavored juices flowing between my lips as Ginger gushingly served up to me her wet, wet orgasm. We all three lay together, exhausted, but not to tired to repeat again and again, long into the night. My three day stay was one long slut fest. I think I had sex with seven different women, each a rapture never experienced by me before. When I arrived home I smelled of sex. I inhaled the stale aroma as I stood in my bedroom. I stroked myself as I filled the tub with hot water and oil. As I slid into the tub I pondered my last three days and wondered how it might change my life forever. Life seemed to go on as usual in our house. Bill laughed and teased me about being his little jail bird. April didn't act like she missed me at all. But why would they think any different. As far as they knew, I sat in a jail cell for three days and came home. Extracurricular activities never entered my husband's mine. I even called Helen, my attorney. She acted surprised when I told her my three days were pretty uneventful. Anyway, I was ready to pick up where I left off. Shopping and lunch with friends, helping at my daughters school when they had any kind of events, and attending other functions at the many clubs and women's groups I belonged too. I shouldn't forget golf either. I played at least 3 mornings a week and life was never better. Or so I thought. Today was a golf day. I teed off with my two friends, Carol and Betty, and a new girl who just joined the club. She was young, 22 or 23 years old. I've had my moments since jail but this girl lit my lust button the minute I saw her. God, the long tanned legs, the white socks accentuating her sinewy calves, I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. By the time I left the golf course I was soaking wet. I went home and masturbated twice, which helped. By 8 o'clock at night I was fully sexed again. I had a quick meeting to attend downtown and as soon as it was done I cruised the area where the prostitutes gathered. I was looking for Terri. I found Ginger. I pulled over too the curb and watched as she walked toward me. What a slut, I thought to myself as I watched her try to score on some guy in the car in front of me. She was wearing a skirt so short it didn't leave much to the imagination, and thigh high white stockings. I honked my horn to get her attention. She strolled back to my car and stuck her head in the passenger window. "Soft Baby," she said when she recognized me. "How ya doing babe. What you doing down in this part of town?" "Just happen to be driving by," I said, "and saw you on the street. Thought I would stop and say hello. How are you doing?" "I'm doing great. It's good to see you." "Jump in, lets take a ride," I said trying to act casual. She got in the car and I pulled out into the street. "You want to eat my pussy don't you," Ginger said seductively. Without waiting for an answer she told me to pull into a nearby alley. We drove about 100 feet when she told m to stop. It was dark, a street light a block away allowed only a silhouette of our bodies. She slid out of the car and walked to my side, opened my door and spread her legs. "Here you go Soft Baby, get down and suck Gingers ripe pussy. Come on, I don't have all night." I slid out of the car to my knees, my mouth went straight to her cunt. She wasn't wearing panties so I quickly had my tongue up in her, my nose bobbing her clit which added to her pleasure. "Oh God, baby do me, do me you fucking slut," as I slurped her hairy gash, I noticed a strange new taste to her weeping cunt. Not distasteful, just different. In short order she began to cum. She filled my mouth till cum juice was dribbling from the corners of my mouth. No girl could cum this much, I thought to myself. It just continued to flow. I licked her legs, up in the crack of her ass, till I was sure she was clean. I stood up, thinking she would go down on me. I was so hot I was about to burst. I forgot my surroundings, I had to cum. She extended her leg and told me to hump it to get off. She was now all fidgety and urging me to hurry up. I had my arms around her neck, humping her leg like a dog when she whispered in my ear. "Did you ever see so much cum from a girl before Soft Baby? "No," I whimpered. "But I loved it." 'You sucked the deposit of nine men out me, Soft Baby. You sucked all their cum right out of me." I immediately began to cum. I fucked her leg like a mad woman. The sickness of her statement pushed me right over the edge. It was the most depraved thing I had ever heard, let alone be a part of...I wanted to suck her cunt again. I came all over her thigh high stocking but she didn't seem to mind. All she was interested in was getting back on the street and making money. I insisted on cleaning her, dropping to my knee's and licking up my own discharge from her slimy stockings. She finally pushed me away and climbed back in the car. I dropped her where I picked her up and went home. At least my horniness was satisfied for the moment. In the morning Bill was feeling amorous, mornings being his favorite time for sex. For me it was becoming mechanical, faking passion for the sake of my marriage. But I was fascinated by the new lust I felt, the latent desires I had for particular women. It all seems so vulgar, so depraved and dirty, yet I gambled my marriage last night for the pleasure it brings me. I also knew it was of no use to vow never to do it again. I could, at the very least, try not tempting fate by doing it in a public alley again! I thought about the new girl I played golf with yesterday and shuddered with anticipation of seeing her again today. I didn't have a clue on how to seduce another woman, knowing I would have to lust after her from afar. I just couldn't take a chance around the club and my circle of friends. It seemed strange not having April around and made a mental note to write her a letter to see how she was enjoy summer camp. Unlike the other girls who climbed on the bus to Camp Weneche she was eager to go. I was happy to see she was so adventurous. At 1:30 pm I teed off the first green with my friends and the new girl. I say girl but she's actually a young married woman. She just seems like such a young girl to me. She didn't disappoint. I think the skirt she's wearing today is shorter and tighter than yesterday. My god, her legs were so long and tanned, her ass so round and tight...get a grip, I warned myself. On the seventh hole, Sarah, that's the new girl's name, hit her tee shot off into the woods. When we reached the point in the fairway where her ball entered the out of bounds area I walked in with her to help search for her ball. We found it without too much effort in the dark underbrush. "Ginny," Sarah called out to me. "You think anyone can see us here in the woods?" I looked around. "No, It's pretty hidden in here," I replied. "Why?" "I have to pee," she said giggling. "Would you watch out for me?" She immediately wiggled her tight skirt up to her waist, pulled her panties down to her knee's and stooped down in the brush. With her legs spread I could see her mound, all covered with soft blonde hair, parted in the middle by her moist, pink slit. She startled me. "Do you have any Kleenex," she asked for the second time. "No, no I don't," I said. What I wanted to say was who needs Kleenex. You can use my tongue! I'll lick your pretty pussy dry. "Oh well," she said matter of fact, as she arose, pulling her panties up tight into her lovely crotch. I watched as the wet spot spread, and suddenly I had this insane idea I might be able to steal those panties when we all changed in the locker room later. Another one of those perverse thoughts that's liable to push me over the edge again, I thought to myself. Christ, my panties were already soaked, I didn't need to make them any wetter. While changing in the locker room, I never had a chance to get her panties, finally putting it out of my mind as a bad idea in the first place. But I got the next best thing! Fate intervened for me. As we walked to our cars Sarah informed us that her husband was out of town on business. She wanted to know if anyone, or all of us, would like to go to dinner and a movie with her later in the evening. My other two friends begged off, kids, husband, middle of the week. Not me. I accepted immediately. We made arrangements for me to pick her up at her home around 7:00 pm. We would have a 7:30 dinner and just make the 9:00 pm movie. I wanted to masturbate when I arrived home but refrained, just in case the night got interesting. I knew in my heart of hearts that chances of anything happening were next to nil. One can hope, I suppose. Soft Baby We had a lovely dinner and I found out more about her. Married right out of college, Husband had a good job in a family business. Even as a young couple I gathered they were well off financially. She was like me, from a small community in the midwest, attended a large college and met her husband there. Unlike me, I got the distinct impression she might have been a wild one in high school and college. The movie was alright, nothing spectacular. It was all I could do to not touch her as she sat in the theater, her legs crossed showing off her milky thigh. And her perfume, so slight you were drawn to her too capture more of the aroma. By the time we arrived at my car I was burning up. A dangerous plan was buzzing in my head. I knew I would play it out to see what it would produce, if anything. As we drove down the boulevard she didn't seem to pay any attention to where we were. I slowed down as we cruised the inside lane thru the red light district. When I spotted Terri and Ginger I honked the horn. They both looked up, recognizing me and waved. Sarah took this all in. "Who are those two girls?" she asked. "They look like they're prostituting. Do you know them?" "Yes, I know them," I said. "It's a long story on how I met them. They're actually pretty nice girls. Just had tough breaks in life." Sarah didn't say anything for awhile. Finally, as if she were going to burst, spoke out in frustration. "Well are you going to tell me or not?" she asked. "We have plenty of time for a long story." I knew I was treading dangerously, putting my social life in peril, but I was so horny I threw caution to the wind. "I met them in jail," I said. There was a long silence. "Your kidding, right," she said laughing nervously. I said nothing. "What...Do I have to pull this story out of you one word at a time?" she said impatiently. "I was arrested on a DWI one night," I exclaimed. "The judge, being a hard ass, give me three days in jail. I was in over a weekend. I shared a cell with those two girls." "Wow, oh my god," Sarah said in amazement. "That's wild, I mean really wild. Was it like....you know, in the movies. Did the women put the hit on you?" "Yes," I whispered. "And they don't take no for an answer if you know what I mean." "You mean you had sex with those two back there?" she gasped. "I can't believe it. Go back and drive by them. I want to see them again." "Why?" I asked as I took a right at the next corner. I was already on my way back. "I just want to see them," she said. "You want to stop and talk to them?" I asked. I held my breath for her answer. My cunt was soaking, I could smell myself. "Do you want to?" she asked barely audible. "I don't mind," I said. "I don't hold anything against them. "They're actually nice girls. They just live in a different world than you and I." "Okay, let's stop," she said. As we turned the corner I could only hope they would still be there. They were. As I pulled up to the curb they sauntered over, all decked out in their thigh high stocking, mini skirts and halter topes. "Hey Soft Baby," Terri said as she leaned in the window. Her firm round tits, now fully exposed, hung inches from Sarah's face. "My my, who do you have with you here girl, Softer Baby? Hi Softer Baby," Terri said to Sarah. "Your looking fine tonight. Both of you are looking fine. You ladies looking for some action?" Sarah glanced at me. "Uhh, no, I don't think so," she said hesitantly. "We weren't, were we Ginny?" "It's up to you"... "Hey," Terri interrupted me. "You didn't come down here to just say hello. Now unlock the goddamn back door and let us in." Within minutes we were driving down the Blvd, Terri directing me to an unknown destination. We finally pulled up in front of a rundown apartment house. I looked at Sarah. She was sitting there, trance like, waiting for the other shoe to fall. When we reached the apartment door and entered, Sarah suddenly spoke, "Is this where you bring your customer's?" "This is where we live you stupid bitch," Ginger piped up. "This ain't fancy enough for you?' "I'm sorry," Sarah exclaimed. "It's nice." Terri opened a cookie jar on a shelf and pulled out several joints. "Who wants a smoke," she asked as she lit one for herself. She took a long drag and handed it to Sarah. To my amazement Sarah took a hit, walked off with the joint and sat down on the couch. Terri lit another one for herself. Ginger, standing behind the couch, began massaging Sarah's neck. Her hand's slowly slipped over Sarah's shoulder's cupping her ample breast. "No, don't touch me," Sarah said pulling away. "I just want to watch, that's all.' "Oh, she just want's to watch does she," Terri said sarcastically. "Little Softer Baby just wants to watch." Terri sauntered over in front of Sarah and pushed her down roughly on the couch. As Ginger held Sarah's arms Terri forced a kiss on her, her tongue licking her face and nose, eventually sliding it into her mouth. Sarah squirmed and fought, eventually just lay there moaning as the two whores hands roamed over her body, pinching and caressing her tits, her creamy thighs, her perfectly luscious mound. I knew I was beyond the point of no return. My hand disappeared under my skirt, three fingers buried in my cunt. I'm standing in the middle of the room masturbating, totally subservient to the lust permeating the room.. The two whores had Sarah's blouse open, her succulent tit's exposed. Their lip's found her hard nipples, biting and licking till Sarah's moans filled the room. Terri, with her left hand, unzipped Sarah's skirt. Sarah, now unencumbered by the tight skirt, spread her thighs submissively. "You ever eat your friend's fine pussy?" Terri directing her question at me."Look at this blonde haired pussy. You ever seen anything so delicious?" "No," I stammered. "No I never... you know, ooohh God yes it's sooooo sweet." "Come her, Soft Baby," Terri directed me. "It's all yours. Come on now. Eat this slut's cunt. I dropped to my knee's and buried my face between Sarah's widening thighs. I could smell the pussy juice oozing from her slit, my tongue relishing it's texture as it coated my tongue. Sarah's hips began to thrust upwards, slowly at first, then quickening as her orgasm approached. I heard her scream and I knew. I grabbed her ass cheeks, gluing my mouth to her slit so as not to miss a thrust or a drop. She came again and again until Terri dragged me away. As I lay on my back on the floor Terri straddled my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth. Her familiar, cheap perfume filled my nostrils, and I loved it. From the corner of my eye I could see Ginger sitting astride Sarah's head. The little uppity slut was slurping the whore's cunt like her last meal. I didn't realize it at the time but my life was being changed forever, someone else in my circle of friends was being exposed to the pleasures of perverted lust. Soft Beginnings This is the first of numerous stories about our experiences the past few years. They are, for the most part, accurate to the best of our recollection. We may have embellished a bit here and there, and of course the names have been changed to protect the guilty!! We have had a wonderful and most fortunate life so far. A combination of good work situations (both had 'government' jobs) which allowed us to retire with modest but adequate pensions while in our 40's, and an inheritance received at about the same time, has brought us to where we are today. I am Stephen and my wife is Marie. I am 6'1", 185, brown hair, average body and average endowment. She is 5'5" 130, short dark red hair, great legs and 36c chest. We have been married for 13 great years and are very much in love with each other and life. Three years ago, I was 47 and she was 46, and we were about to begin the phase of our lives that didn't involve going to work every day. We decided to be as free as the wind and just go wherever fancy took us. So we sold most everything we owned, bought a motor home, hooked the car up behind, and hit the road! What an exciting life! Traveling around visiting places, seeing sights, meeting people. We also decided to add something to spice things up. A year before we retired we spent a week on a cruise ship. The couple at our dinner table every night was a few years older than us and very nice. We got along great and started doing things with them and hanging around together. One evening near the end of the cruise, when we were all out drinking, they confided in us that they sometimes engage in watching/being watched. While we knew what that was, it surprised us that this seemingly normal couple did that. Anyway, they asked us to come back to their cabin and watch them have sex. Marie and I looked at each other and said 'sure, why not'. It was one of the most sexual, sensual things we ever experienced. Marie and I barely made it back to our own cabin before we were attacking each other. The next night they invited us to their cabin again, and this time Marie and I started playing with each other while watching them. We ended up having sex in their cabin while they watched us. We loved it! We kept in touch with them and just before we retired we went to Las Vegas for a long weekend and this other couple met us there. This time things went further, as they invited us to touch them while they played. Again, something totally new for us, but we did and what a turn on. Afterwards, while Marie and I were playing, the other couple began touching us, then kissing and licking us in spots. Marie and I got a bit apprehensive, so the other couple stopped and said it was to be only 'soft swing'. They explained to us about how they viewed and interpreted soft swing. Number one...Absolutely no intercourse except with one's own spouse. They said that different people have different rules. Some don't want any mouth to mouth kissing. Some want just touching. There is usually manual stimulation. If there is oral sex, it can either be to climax or not. They emphasized that ground rules are best worked out up front so that there are not surprises and nobody feels pressured. We relaxed and had a most enjoyable time!! The touching, licking, kissing built the sexual fire in all of us to such a level, that when I finally entered Marie, we fucked like never before. It was the most intense sex I can ever remember. Neither Marie nor I felt any jealousy or remorse. We agreed that seeing the other playing was very arousing. To feel another woman's touch, and to touch her skin and her breasts...to feel her wetness as my fingers explored her slit and teased her clit, was so very exciting. Tasting the juices of another woman on my tongue. Feeling her mouth on my cock, her licking my balls. Things fantasies are made of. Marie said she marveled at the strangeness, the difference of another man's mouth on her nipples, licking her cunt. The touch of his hands, the pressure and movement of his fingers. His smell, feel, taste, as she took him into her mouth. To be kissing me while his tongue was flicking her clit. Wow. What a concept. Marie and I talked at length about this and thought it sounded like something we would really enjoy from time to time. So we decided to make it part of our new life on the road. But just how to find like minded couples, especially when we would be traveling around the country. The answer was through web sites and online bulletin boards. This turned out to work fairly well, since we were not looking to find people every night. We did connect with enough couples so that every few weeks we could get together and have a fun, erotic time. It was usually just once, but there have been a couple of times that we ended up seeing the other couple more than once, and not just in the bedroom. We would go out to dinner, movies, sporting events...things 'normal' friends do. We have met some truly nice folks. And the sex has been fantastic!!! While this may not be the sexy story most are looking for, we wanted to set out an introduction to ourselves and our adventures. The stories that will follow might still be too tame for many readers, but believe me, for us they were hot, sensual, sexy, wild times. Soft Bondage I walk in to find you lying across this big bundle of white blankets in the middle of the bed. I am aroused by your nakedness. On each bed post rests a white silk scarf. The room was lit by candle light that caste a brilliant orange glow in the room. Your heart is pounding and your body is shaking at how turned on you feel. I gaze at you, my eyes burning with a fire that entices and tempts you to feel the heat. I stand there in only my briefs. Every muscle in my body is flexed. You are taking my breath away with your sexual movements on the bed -- but I know you are looking at me -- and I can see the affect I am having on you - as your thighs start rubbing together and your nipples start to harden. This time I am in control -- and you know it -- you quiver -- your pussy getting wetter - your legs and thighs rubbing together, those soft sexual sounds escaping your lips -- your motions so erotic and seductive. I approached you, and wrapped my large hands around your wrists, and gently pinned them against the wooden posts firmly. You can feel your own lips turning into a smile both nervous and seductively. You feel your skin tighten, thrilled at the power you feel from me. I kiss you, hard and hot, thrusting my tongue through your lips. You can taste my desire. I pull off my briefs almost violently, and throw them towards the floor. " Spread your legs ," I command. Your nudity was deliciously tempting and vulnerable. You comply and I brush my fingers along your trembling inner thighs. I then proceeded to tie the silk scarf around your wrists, tightening them and making knots. You moan, realizing that I have made you my captive, in the most vulnerable position a woman could know. " I want to push you beyond every limit you can imagine, filling you with everything I have within me, my lust, my passion, and my seed." and you tremble wanting to give me more.. surrendering yourself.... Within moments, I have you begging for me to drive you over the edge, to take my pleasure by pleasuring you beyond your wildest fantasies. Pinned by me, penetrated within an inch of your life, you have never felt so free. The scarves that hold you, released your fears and you are powerless to stop yourself from exploding in orgasm. You start to scream as I lose control, but the sound was swallowed by my mouth on yours, I devour your need in a passionate yet tender kiss. I grab your ass, and pulled you toward me, you tighten your muscles and desperately push upward to meet me. I have captured you, invading you, controlling you with my every motion. You closed your eyes to feel my powerful driving force of penetration. My demands were your torment and my commands were your pleasure. Your insides were still trembling and your stomach was tightening as I pushed myself deep inside you. You struggled to free yourself and do not succeed- you did not really want to. It just made the event more interesting. Your nipples were rock hard and your breath was in gasps. I slowly drew back and slide out of you.. you moaned ever so softly. I started teasing you, it was torment. I was driving you crazy and you couldn't touch yourself to soothe the ache that burned deep inside of you. I whispered this with a little laugh of both satisfaction and excitement. I also was being tortured. I was throbbing- wanting to send you over the edge. the rest of the story comes later... Soft Cat It was dinner in the officers' mess and Andrea slyly handed Rob an envelope under the table. In the privacy of his cabin he opened the envelope to find an invitation to "A Party Girl's Party Games Partied In Silence". It was surprising, he thought, that the brassy 24-year-old girl who organised Bingo for cruise ship passengers would dream up such a theme, but Rob was ready to give anything a go for a night in with Andrea who was all froth and bubble. Later that night he arrived at her door to find a giant paper star yelling out her name. "Hell," he said out loud, and knocked out a friendly melody on the door. Andrea opened with that big confident smile he liked. She laughed loudly at his big theatrical silence and yanked him into the cabin. He was privately relieved that laughing and other noises were permissible. It was, apparently, a party of just two held in her spacious officer's cabin which was a noisy carnival of distraction: flashing pink lights, surfaces festooned with random colours novelty magnets Senor Frog souvenirs stuffed toys garish cushions and, to cap it off, a screaming bedspread. Even with a vow of silence and a dim lampshade nothing could tone down a room of such visual noise. And techno pop was blaring on the stereo. Andrea was dressed in a satin Chinese dressing gown that was tied at the front and she looked alluring. Straight away she led him to the edge of her bed and brought three Jack Daniels mixed ready for him. That was another thing he liked about her: she liked to plug him with booze. She stood in close. He took this as a clear signal to act so he put his hand on the curve of her back and smoothed the liquid satin over her big mutton thighs. She kept playing at the schoolgirl act and it made him horny. By contrast, he played at being measured and composed. He slowly undid the cord of her gown and revealed the hot pink and black lace set which barely contained her big breasts as they spilled over the top of her corset. She was a heavy set girl but she enjoyed her own body and big Rob found her sexy. He slowly removed his shirt and she watched him with a playful smile. He returned her gaze without blinking, and then stood up to unbuckle himself, momentarily taking his eyes off her. Suddenly she deftly whipped his belt out from his trousers scratching him in the process with her sharp red fingernails. The pace of this so-called party was pushy and had an aggressive edge to it, he thought, but he was more than ready for it so he continued undressing. By the time he had finished, she had coiled the belt several times around the top of her leg and started taunting him with high kicks that nearly hit him in the chin, encouraging him to catch her leg to try and reclaim his belt. It would be a sexy tussle and one which he wanted her to win. He rummaged for the belt at the top of her leg and unravelled it but she snatched it away, her nails scratching him again as she looped it into his boxer shorts and yanked them down abruptly. Naked and a little stunned, as the liquor was kicking in, he wanted to push her down onto the bed and take her, but she was restless and agitated like a moving target, jumping up to the desk frequently to answer her distractions. She brought him a handful of jelly cups containing double shot vodkas or Jacks in a sweet fruit jelly. Using her tongue to gouge out the jelly from its cup and holding her head back she balanced the quivering round on her small tongue. Then she opened his mouth, and slid the jelly from her tongue onto his, kissing him carelessly. Her foreplay was impetuous and frayed, and they were both getting hammered by the fast liquor. With a jerk, she fell back onto the bed dislodging jelly moulds with her painted claws and putting them on her navel for him to suck up. Then she pushed him to lie down and receive four raspberry jellies onto his big soft belly, two on his nipples and two on either side of his groin, and mounted him still in her dressing gown, and slowly sucked each one into her mouth loudly, throwing her head back and laughing dissolutely with each mouthful. Andrea was very tipsy but completely in control of the sexplay and Rob enjoyed it immensely, but his dick was getting restless and the music wasn't getting any better. He sat up on the edge of the bed and drank some more Jack to level himself. It simply was not possible in the present cultural climate to force himself on her, which of course, she knew, and he knew she knew and she knew that he knew that she knew, which was all the power to her, which they both knew. Now with mock coyness, she took up a position on his generous lap as if she were sitting on an armchair. He wrapped an arm around each big thigh and opened her legs a little way and found his way through the lace and touched her inside. She had large loose lips which suggested she had been visited by a number of men and it added to his excitement to think that she had done a fair bit of horsing around before. Strangely though, she was dry to touch, so he kissed the back of her neck to arouse her. She smelled of metal. She giggled childishly as he kissed her shoulders. He wetted his middle finger with his tongue and was returning it to pleasure her but she leant forward with her elbows on the desk, boldly posing her arse for him. He was hard for her and she was clearly inviting him to take her so he leant forward and put a hand on either side of her hips and slowly pulled down her pants. She laughed deeply. Finally, Rob thought, we can get down to some real adult sex, and he rose up ready to insert himself into her from behind. But giggling again, she twisted around and bowled him over by holding up a freakin' puppet on each hand. It was Bert and Ernie and she wanted to play a game of two mute, nerdy, furry fags teasing his aching snake by brushing it, stroking it, and tickling his testicles into the mix, as she laughed her jibing liquored breath all over his face. There was something in her tone that suggested she didn't take him seriously, that he was a Clown. Privately, it debased him. He began groping at her, becoming a little rough, pulling off her gown, and she encouraged his aggressive play, all the while pulling back from him and laughing with derision. But she had only just begun her tease. She reached down under the bed and pulled out a Mexican tassle pony whip designed like a cat-o-nine-tails but made from rope and known as a "soft Cat". Taking each end of it, she pulled it taut and pretended it was a snake writhing over her torso. Then she worked it over him and he lay back on the bed and allowed himself to be caressed. In no time at all she had him collared with the rope and led him like a pony to stand still for her on his hands and knees. Standing beside him, she gently whipped his buttocks and then moved in to kiss him and offer her big melons in a mock nurturing gesture to soothe him. As if the sarcasm wasn't enough, her swipes from the Cat became forceful and he was actually getting stung by them now. She played it so that the more sting she inflicted the longer she would allow him to sup from her big teats. Under this tease, his manhood wept silently. He had welts on his arse, and was thoroughly submitted to her. He had never been so degraded and desperate to sink his cock into somethi thing and he was starting to break. He would consider anything right now and Rob thought she was beginning to act like a cow. Suddenly she jerked over to the desk and killed all the lights in the room, plunging it into total darkness except for a razor white shaft under the door. He keenly listened for her location in the cabin for he was determined to consume her now for she had pushed him to his limit. He heard her fumbling at the desk and he reached out for her leg and slid his hand inside. She laughed mockingly at his efforts, but he ignored the insult to wonder why her skin felt so cool and clammy, and why she was still parched between her legs. He rose up to front her in the darkness and she met him and kissed him roughly. Now he felt his member finally being given some attention: her hand had come from behind, oddly, and was in between his legs and gently oiling him up and stroking his sack as he stood with her breasts in his hands kissing them hungrily. She moved to his side and guided him to lie down and immediately she had him in her mouth and was slowly licking the head of his cock and stroking its shaft with her long muscular tongue. The darkness disoriented him. The booze had slowed Andrea down considerably and her movements were now slurred and clumsy. She was bumping her heavy limbs around him while making a main course of his dick. Confused in the pitch black, he thought that her legs were parted near his head. She somehow had suspended herself over his face. He was being worked over twice here and felt a huge release; he was licking her swollen clitoris and her big horse flaps and receiving a dedicated blow at the same time. Now he was ready to take charge and set her on her haunches as his willing, if soporific, plaything. He slowly turned her onto her stomach but the move caused an awkward flurry of limbs. The drink had obscured where she started and he finished and there seemed to be uncertainty in the pitch black about which way she was facing and, strangely, he noticed a change of atmosphere in the room. As the tussle continued he had only his tactile and olfactory senses to go on but he could swear there was another woman in the bed! He thought he felt amongst the confusion a toned, muscled body, small hands and short nails. He thought he heard a shallow panting. He brushed the smooth skin of someone else who was desert hot to touch. Were there three of them in the bed?! Or, equally, was he that drunk and so sorely prickteased by Andrea? He began exploring the reaches of the bed but could only find Andrea by her sour, metallic smell and clammy skin and who by now was grizzling impatiently for her party fuck. He turned her over and put her on her elbows like a donkey barrow and sank himself in between her fat cheeks. She was tanked and had stopped giggling and was now making grey, stupefied noises of drunken pleasure. He would have liked to have come right then but he felt a gentle hand through his legs softly caressing his balls as he thrust into big Andrea. He slowed down and eased back a little and enjoyed the softness of the touch, feeling a gentle massage between his legs and the teasing of his anus with a small greased ball on a rod. He was able to keep fucking Andrea slowly like this and he drove her into the mattress. Listening to the regularity of her moans was soothing and it bade him some time to regain his bearings. Rob was sure there was another woman attending on him and he knew who she was: that older woman he had been chasing ever since she joined the ship. She was sophisticated and mature and out of his reach - or so it seemed - and he had given up on the idea. Now she was entangled in a bed with him! How on earth did she get in here, he pondered. He kept quiet to Andrea because he loved the game of secrets In any case he wanted to fuck both of them before the night was out. With real haste now, he reached between Andrea's legs and began stimulating her clitoral crown, wetting her with his saliva. He could hear her breath become thick with each thrust and insistent circular motions on her bell pushed her to her edge. Soon she was without any inhibitions groaning and drowning out the Pet Shop Boys. It was obvious to anyone either side of this cabin or in the passage outside that a woman was coming and he quickly brought her to orgasm. His member was very hard and aching for its relief. Suddenly, out of the pitch black he noticed that something had moved in front of the strip of light under the door. He could see by the two strips of black that interrupted the light that the other woman was standing near the door. He left Andrea alone in a corner of the bed to recover and quietly made his way towards the figure in the dark. She was there, lithe and soft like a cat, naked, hot and short of breath, and she kissed him slowly and delicately. She bent over for him, reached behind and guided his serpent into her swamp and moved for him and squeezed herself around him and grinded her buttocks back towards him as he pushed hard into her. She was so moist there he was almost overtaken with the sensation of swimming inside her womanhood. Very soon he came spectacularly within her, almost throwing her forward and off balance with his projectile force. She turned around and embraced him and, standing as high as she could manage, kissed his temples and eyelids. He felt the combined rush of release, satisfaction and gratitude, and needed to sit immediately. He turned back to the bed to attend on Andrea, drawing the bed clothes over her carefully. "Hot damn! I love a whore," he whispered to her. Then he heard the door close quietly behind him. Soft Core David and I have this secret. Once a month we take turns surprising each other with a night of sexual domination. The riding crop comes out of the closet, along with whichever toys we like, and the lingerie hugs my thighs and torso like a tight fist wrapped around a hard cock. It was my night to turn the tables, and possibly make him fuck me on top of one. I waited on the bed for him, as he was due home from work any minute. I'd just gotten a complete waxing the day before and was smooth as silk from head to toe. I was clad in a black leather bustier and matching thong. The strap rubbing the crevice between my ass cheeks had me getting a little flushed. I played with the riding crop, tapping my palm with it as I waited. I was ready for him. It was half six. I'd been waiting for a half hour. He usually was home no later than six without a phone call. He was being bad. I grew annoyed with his lateness and thought up some especially harsh punishments for him to endure later. The bottle of red on the nightstand looked lonely, so I uncorked it and took a swig. Then another. Then another. Before I knew it I had fallen back onto the black satin sheets I had made the bed with, a dim glow of candles reflecting off the dresser mirror making my tipsy vision of a bedroom seem more like a cave. The mirror image of myself before me began to play tricks with me, for then there was more than one person. An image of David peered over me on the bed. He removed his overcoat, and then his shirt, and then his trousers. He was left wearing the black boxer-briefs I bought him. They hugged his ass like a glove, and I moved a hand up to touch it, well, feel it, grip it, hold it in the palm of my hand. "Are you ok?" he asked me. His face revealed a look of pity, but all in good fun. Apparently, my role of dominatrix that night had changed. It was the wine that now had me in a state of submission. "This isn't what I had planned," I muttered. At that, I managed to sit up letting my dark hair fall around my shoulders. I felt like a vision of ravenous beauty before my curious lover, and so I looked up into his eyes, batted my lashes and swung the riding crop around to meet his glorious ass. "Hey!" he yelped, trying to grab the crop from my hand. I laughed and brought it behind me, leaning back so he couldn't weasel it out from under me. "Shut up," I commanded, however slurring my words. "From now on. You do what I say." David raised an eyebrow. His smile showed that he was more concerned for my own well being than for his at that moment. Even so, he played along, zipping his mouth shut in pantomime. My hand, slid around on his ass and I continued to feel my lover's taut muscles. I let my fingers run along his crevice and prodded the entrance to his hole with one. He stood in front of me at the bed, parting his legs for me while I felt around and inserted a finger. He exhaled with a little grunt of pleasure and I rammed my finger inside him just for failing to be silent. "Shhh," I said sternly. His erection was apparent beneath his black briefs, and I placed my other hand on it to make him more aware. "You dare to rise before me?" He looked at me and bit his lip. I removed my swirling finger from his hole and pulled his pants down to the floor. "Now, this is more like it." His cock was alert and waiting for a playmate while his balls hung pink and large, filled with cum to be shot into me at my command. His eyes had a look of anticipation, as if he thought I would be the one to go down first. I scooted forward on the bed, leaning back on my hands with my knees spread around him. "On your knees," I told him. He quietly got down on his knees, just at the level of my face. "Remove my panties." He obeyed, sliding his hands up my thighs and gripping the leather panties with his fingers, then sliding them down my legs and past my ankles. I kicked them off and they hit the bedroom door with a thwack. "Now put your tongue on my clit and pleasure me." I inched forward and guided his head down into my cunt with my hand. His tongue met my quivering clit with much fervor, licking and flicking and generally driving me wild. My juices flowed and he obediently licked them right up, keeping my pussy clean and tidy as I became more and more drenched in pleasure. I pushed his face into me and moaned loudly as he ate me out. My nipples became so hard inside my bustier, I could feel them chafing. "Stop!" I said, not wanting to come yet. He looked up, his hair tousled, eyes alert, lips blushed and glistening with my juices. "Take this thing off me." He put his hands around my waist, looking for the clasps around my back. Once he found them, he began removing them one by one, his mouth and my scent lingering close to my face. His arms around me, and his heart beating through his chest against mine made me crazy in love with my loyal subject. Fuck the poor attempt at domination; I was a complete sucker for him and he knew it. Once he removed the garment from my chest, he put it beside me on the bed and looked at my tits, now freed and ready to be touched by his warm skin. "Now place your mouth on them and do that thing you do." He smiled and slowly pushed me back onto the bed. He was on top of me now, his arm around me, his lips adoring my breasts, tongue flicking and flirting with my nipples, sucking and kissing as I moaned to myself. His free hand came down to meet my warmth below and he nestled his fingers between my moist pussy, rubbing in circles, exploring the skin around my clit, bringing me closer to climax. "Now stop," I said. I knew if I didn't get on all fours for him to fuck me then, that I'd come too soon. I rolled over away from him and onto my stomach, the satin sheets caressing my skin like the touch of his fingers. I brought my knees in and sat up on all fours, looking him seductively square in the eyes. "Fuck me." He cradled his cock in his hand to make it extra hard and got up on his knees behind me. "Feel free to make some noise," I said before he teased my sopping wet pussy with the tip of his shaft. "Yes, Dear," he said sweetly, hungrily. His cock, engorged and hungry for my cunt slid deep into me, his balls rubbing up against my throbbing clit as he inserted it to the hilt. I let out a small cry and he groaned a little at how good it felt. He was so full inside of my slippery cunt that I had to spread my legs further apart to accommodate him. I put my arms down in front of me and rested my head on them while I had my ass in the air, and his manhood pumping in and out of me. I let out a groan each time he pushed himself in. "Oh, fuck," I cried. He moved in deep. "Oh, fuck." And out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ffffuuuuuck..." It was then that he had slammed himself into me so fast and hard that I buckled at the knees and came with a dizzy burst of pleasure. He groaned loudly and suddenly and shot his hot cum into me as my cunt muscles tightened around his cock. I could feel his spunk oozing in the spaces between his shaft and my canal and I melted into a submissive little sex kitten for my lover. He stroked my ass and rubbed my waist with his hands as we shifted positions and curled into each other on the bed. "Was I too hard on you?" I asked, turning my head to search for his eyes. He sighed, satisfied and kissed my cheek then nibbled on my ear. "No, Dear," he said, "I had it coming." Soft Decision Soft Decision After such a long wait I was finally here, I was finally looking directly at her. I actually was talking to her, thinking back it was hard to imagine getting here. The hours I spent on the computer, the emails and messages we exchanged, everything we did in complete secrecy. I thought about the lies I told, the times I told my wife it was just spam I kept getting, the messages were from complete strangers. I explained I just didn’t understand it, how I got so many messages. As the day got nearer, I had to hide even more. I had to hide the ups and downs we experienced when we talked, I had to keep my emotions on an even keel. I had to mask the elation of a possible meeting and the crushing depression of another missed opportunity. I felt my nerves fray as the time, this time, ever so slowly rolled around. When finally the day arrived, I nearly bit my tongue as I explained to my wife why I needed to be gone for so long. Funny, as I drove off, I kept whispering to myself, “It will all be worth it, it will all be okay.” Arriving at the parking lot, I had pretty well convinced myself that it would be okay. I climbed out of my car and quickly walked to the building. “I sure hope it’s all worth it,” I whispered. “It’s just got to be,” I responded to myself. Now, I finally looked into her soft brown eyes as she blinked, blinked with long curving eyelashes. I felt a strange tickling on my forehead and wiped away a bead of sweat. She gazed straight into my eyes and said, “You have to choose which one.” “I have to choose?” “Yes you have to choose,” she whispered, moving her shoulders back and forth as she wiggled forward in her chair. “Have you made a decision?” she asked. "I . . . I'm not sure," my hands began to tremble at the opportunity I had here. I never would have imagined I would ever have an opportunity like this, and now I had to choose. “I didn’t expect to have to choose, I just thought…” "You need to make a choice," she said as her eyes slowly traveled downward. "It's one or the other, " she whispered leaning her head one way and then the next. My eyes followed hers, down her nose, over her mouth and chin, past her neck and slowly, voluptuously downward. My hands continued to tremble as I considered my choices and I felt a bead of sweat begin to roll down my forehead. I looked left, then right, then left again, so unsure of which one to choose. "My . . . my wife usually helps me with my decisions," I stammered, wiping the sweat from my brow. She smiled slyly, "I don't think you need her helping you here." Her fingers moved upward, slowly moving a light brown curl off her forehead. She blinked her eyes, "Is there anything I can do to help you decide?" she whispered in a deep, sensuous voice. I had to agree with her, this was not something I needed to get my wife into, hell I nearly killed myself keeping this meeting from her. I looked back and forth, considering the differing possibilities. Both were excellent choices, looking back up at her eyes, yes anything would be wonderful. I scratched my head and moved my chin around until my jaw popped. She was so beautiful, it seemed so harsh she would make me choose, but that was the nature of our relationship. I leaned closer to her, my hands just kind of dangling in the air and whispered to her, "It's not . . . not like I can hold them both or anything before I choose is it?" She cautiously looked around, first to her right, then to her left and then directly into my eyes. She whispered, "Here, let me take them out for you." Trembling wildly now, I reached first right, then left, hoping she didn't notice my sweaty palms. "B-both are so nice," I smiled. "I've decided." She stared longingly into my eyes, waiting patiently for my reply. “Which one will it be?” she asked. "I'll take the pair in section D," I said grasping the tickets gingerly. "An excellent choice, I hope you and your wife enjoy the ballet." I smiled, "It’s a surprise, her birthday.” “Well I hope you have a wonderful time,” she replied. “Thank you," I said heading for the door. Soft Dribble He looked up between her tan, muscular legs, at the engorged labia. The lips of her hairy pussy glistened with the combination of his saliva, her recent cum, and the first sweet beads of her piss. As she began to bend her knees, the lips slowly spread apart, a clear viscous string of her cum draping across her cunt-hole. As she lowered her body she spoke. "You did such a great job of eating we, sucking my cunt and ass, I am going to dribble my pee all over your face. Do you want me to pee on you Little Boy? Ask sweetly and I may grant your wish, Cunt-eater." He watched a small, yellow bead course the outer crease of her right labia, roll the length of her taint, and stop to collect itself in the pucker of her asshole. His cock throbbed involuntarily, his own drop of pre-cum falling into his curly pubic hair. "Oh, fuck, yes Mistress, please pee, just dribble all over my face, my lips." There was laughter in her voice, ""You are really such a Nasty Boy, you are dirty. You want to be so dirty. Your cock just gets harder when you think of me peeing all over your face. Your cock is streaming juice as you think about what's coming. Take some of your cock-juice on your baby-finger and work it softly into my ass. Make your Mistress dribble." Lifting his head slightly, he was able to see she was right. A steady flow of clear pre-cum was running the length of his pulsing cock, pooling at its base. He drew his smallest finger from the base to the bright purple head. She watched without expression. But, he knew she was excited with the thought of his little finger wiggling past her anal sphincter. It triggered her ability to slowly release piss, enjoyably release piss. Her knees bent to ninety degrees, palms resting just above her knee, she positioned her pussy directly over his face. "Like what you see Cunt-Boy? Ready to catch my pee? Put your finger in my ass, softly and slowly. Work it in your nasty way." He obeyed. The glistening bead resting atop his smallest finger was applied to the small, puckered brown hole. He touched her skin softly and, as he expected, her asshole immediately released and the intimate tissue pulsed. The hole repeatedly opened and closed in sensual anticipation. He knew he was about to pleasure his Mistress. Carefully he pressed the finger in only as deep as the first digit, and then he softly worked the finger in circles stretching the asshole wider than the finger was deep. He heard her emit a soft moan and her legs quivered. "Mother Fucker," she whispered. Her right hand dropped between her legs and her squat deepened slightly. "Ask me to pee on your lips." "Please Mistress!" "Please what?" "Pee on my lips. Piss in my mouth. Dribble in your soft way, dribble." Her middle finger, extending from a cupped fist, began to work small circles atop the nub of her clit. He reflected the rhythm of her finger in his own as it expanded and loosened the ass-ring in the nasty manner he'd learned from experience she loved. With each circling, he slightly bent his finger-tip to exercise the hole more from the inside than the outside. "It... fuckin'... comes. Cunt-Boy for you." Droplets of her nectar, three, four, five, fell the short distance from her pulsing cunt, her pussy lips flying apart with each rotation of her middle finger. Yet her dribble was so sensually controlled. Not too much not too little. He was able to savor the cum-laced flavor of each drop to capture each in isolation on his tongue. All the while her finger work her clit, his -- only the tip of the smallest finger -- erotically massaged her asshole. Her hips rocked back against his finger as if to ask for deeper, nastier penetration. Then, as if they had a mind of their own, the hips rocked forward again, as if they recognized her growing pleasure was more a product of the shallow workings within her ass. She was moving closer to her orgasm, a combination of intense activity at her clit and subtle, stretching activity in her ass, driving her on. Both were, themselves, making it possible to maintain the steady dribble over his face. "Please cum on my face. Let yourself go." His words came between dribbles as her flow increased. "Fuckin' yeah, Cunt-Boy. Suck my sweet piss into your mouth. Mistress is gonna give you what you want." Hearing her words he knew what she'd expect of him. Softly, without forcefulness, he pushed the same small finger into her ass. To the hilt. His remaining three fingers and thumb thrust forward to rest against the opening of her throbbing cunt. As her rocking pussy brushed the knuckles of those fingers, she rested her weight upon them, forcing them deeper into the larger hole. Both holes were now filled. Her hips rotated and she moaned. "Stick your tongue into my pee-hole. Fuck my pee-hole with it. Spread the hole open, softly." Her middle finger worked vigorously in the small space between his nose and mouth. That mouth and tongue within massaged all of her cunt-flesh and she oozed pee and squirt. She was cumming in a cascade of the same words, "Fucking nasty." She wiggled for minutes, placing the full weight of her body on his face, as her orgasm subsided. He felt as if he might suffocate and yet his cock danced behind her in uncontrolled excitement. His face was slick with her juices of all kinds. Without adjusting her weigh on his face, she rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. She looked down upon his cock as his nose slid into her slick asshole. "Now I plan to make you dribble, Nasty Boy." As she spoke, her right hand, slick from her own juices, encircled his cock. With only thumb and fore-finger she ran based to crown, back to base, rotating her wrist across the stroke. He moaned into her crotch and her combined fluids gushed into his gapping mouth. He choked and involuntarily thrust his hips high into the air, lifting her in the process. "Ride'um cowboy!" she laughed. As his approaching orgasm became apparent to her, she pushed herself down hard upon his face. She felt her Submissive, her Cunt-Boy struggle for air. She stopped her stroking and simply looked at the slit in the head of his cock. As he thrashed for air beneath her, cum oozed and dribbled from the lonely, untouched throbbing cock. She felt his sigh. Both had dribbled and were happy. Soft, Gentle, Amazing Francesca sat in her car in the garage at work and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. Burned out. She was changing. She had this feeling recently that she was just floating through life, not really experiencing it. She was all in her head. Shut off to life in so many ways. She was tired of her life. It had been the same for too long. There was something inside her dying to come out. She pulled out of the garage and remembered last weekend. She had done some things in bed with Todd that were out of character for her. At least she had thought they were out of character, but it actually felt pretty damn good, felt very much in character. And they weren't actually in bed. A chair, a mirror, the floor, but no bed. She smiled remembering it. She was proud of herself. She had had the guts to go to a new place inside herself and she had enjoyed what she found there. She pulled in the driveway. The garage door was open and his car was there! He had been out of town this week. She had not expected him until later that night. She hurried into the house but stopped quickly when she found him sitting on the sofa in the den, TV on, remote in hand, sound asleep. She set her purse on the kitchen table as quietly as possible and went to the den. She just looked at him for a minute. God how she loved him. Just the sight of his face made her happy. She knew every curve, every line of that face. She loved how his eyes sparkled when he laughed and the love she saw in them when he held her. She loved how he pursed his lips together when he was deep in thought and how he mouthed the words "go, go, go" when he watched football and his team was running the ball. She wanted to touch and kiss that face but he obviously was tired so she'd let him sleep. She kicked off her shoes and lay on the sofa, her feet next to his legs. Sometime later she woke when he stroked the bottom of her foot lightly with his finger. She smiled and jerked it away as she looked at him. "Hey you," she said. "Hey yourself." "How was the trip?" "Eh. Not bad I guess." He stood and walked toward the end of the sofa where she lay her head. "Tell you more about it later." He offered his hand. "Let's go upstairs and lay down for a bit. I think we're both tired." She took his hand and he helped her up. He turned his back to her, keeping hold of her hand and led her to the stairs. She watched him walk, noticed the gentle way he held her hand in his. They climbed the stairs, entered the bedroom and lay down on the bed. He lay on his back and stretched his arm out, then waved his fingers. "Come here," he said to her. She scooted next to him and lay her head on his chest as his arm wrapped around her. The feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath her was soothing. That dissatisfaction she had felt sitting in her car earlier was gone. All was right with the world in this moment. Her hand lay on his chest. The first three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. She stroked the part of his chest that was exposed. He rolled to face her and took her hand in his, then kissed her. "I missed you," he said. "And I missed you," she responded. "You doing OK? You seemed frustrated with work every time we talked this week. Is that any better?" "Not really. I don't know. I'm so sick of that place. And I'm just restless in general lately." He stroked her hair. "What can I do?" She smiled, touched his face and kissed him. "Exactly what you're doing." She scooted closer to him, he pulled her in tighter, and continued stroking her hair. She closed her eyes. Just be, Francesca, she told herself. Just be in the moment. Experience the moment. She forced herself to breathe more deeply and slowly. She noted tension in her shoulders and intentionally relaxed them, which caused her neck to release its tension as well. She noticed she was tensing her low back muscles and relaxed them. Her hips and thighs relaxed naturally once her back was no longer tense.Deep breaths. She felt his hand slide down her hair from the crown of her head down between her shoulder blades. She heard his breath. Smelled him - fresh, masculine. His hand on her hair, crown, sliding down to where her hair ended between her shoulder blades. Over. And over.Stroking. Calming. Safe, calmed, loved.Wrapped up in him. She rolled on to her back and took his hand in hers, holding it by the wrist, letting his hand hang over one side of her chest. With her other hand she stroked her exposed skin on her chest with her own fingertips, barely touching her skin. "Touch me like this," she told him. He took over when she stopped. "A bit lighter. Just barely touch me." He lightened his touch. Perfect. It was like feathery whispers on her skin. An airy caress. It stirred desire within her. It began in the middle of her chest. She took a deep breath, expanding her chest,lifting her breasts. She moaned. The stirring in her chest spread down through her abdomen into her groin. She consciously relaxed her vaginal muscles and her inner thighs and let the warmth of her desire spread throughout her body. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled it open. Her skin was warm, the cool air against it was refreshing. He slowed his stroking. "Don't stop," she told him and moaned again. She felt her skin react to the cool air. Felt goosebumps pop up here and there. Instead of fighting it, she embraced it. Experienced it. She had no doubt she wouldn't be cold for long. She brought her own hand to her chest. Todd pulled his away. "No, don't stop. Please." She heard him then felt him scoot closer to her. She felt his warm breath on her ear. He sucked her earlobe. His lips caressing it. His tongue stroking it. She felt her pussy spasm and release liquid pleasure. Instead of tensing in response, she relaxed into it and let the rush radiate down her legs, out to her hips, up through her abdomen and chest, even to her head. Her own fingers drifted between her breasts and she found moistness there. Todd kept stroking her chest as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She slid her hand into her panties and slid her fingers just inside herself. She was hot and slippery. Todd blew on her chest. It was like when the cool air first hit her skin. Cool against her hot damp skin, dissipating for a moment until he blew on her again. Francesca slid her hand up a bit to touch her clit. She rubbed it and felt the flow within again. She embraced it and rode the wave again. Moaning again. "I'm getting up for just a minute, but don't stop and don't open your eyes." Todd whispered. "If I don't get out of these pants I'm going to have a mess before too long." She smiled. "OK." She immersed herself in the feelings of the moment. Every cell felt alive, buzzing. She couldn't help but tense a bit as she worked her clit but instead of focusing on getting to orgasm she tried to just enjoy the high, let it take over her body completely. Todd stood at the foot of the bed and pulled off her pants and panties. As she continued playing with herself he kissed her feet. Lips barely touching her skin. He took her big toe in his mouth. There was a new sensation. And she loved it. She took her hand from between her legs and stretched her arms over her head. No need to rush to the finish line. Enjoy. His mouth so wet and warm around her toe. His tongue softly caressing it. It sent another shot of desire right up to her chest. She breathed deeply, expanding her chest, raising her breasts again. As she exhaled she released that desire throughout her body. Her groin squirmed, she thrust her hips slightly, unconsciously. He stroked and barely kissed the inside of her lower legs and stroked the soft skin on the back of her knee. Then he made his way up the inside of her thighs. He spread her legs and travelled all the way up her inner thigh and then found the groove between her inner thigh and her mound with his tongue. Her pussy poured again, eager for his tongue. Instead he kissed her hip bone, bit it lightly, making her groan in surprised pleasure. Then up to her abdomen with kisses and feathery touches. "Don't open your eyes, but sit up." She did and he removed her blouse and bra. He placed his hand on her lower back and eased her onto the bed. He licked her breast, sucked it, flicked her pert nipples with his tongue. She squirmed and moaned more earnestly. She arched into him and breathed quicker and louder. Her arms were still over her head, she was his to play with and love in whatever way he wanted. His mouth left her breast and travelled to her neck. She felt his stiff dick against her thigh. "Oh God, Todd. I want you inside me." He parted her pussy lips with his cock and lay it on her swollen, sensitive clit. He slid up and down her clit. "Oh dear God!" she thrust her hips up and clenched her vaginal walls together. He grabbed one of her breasts and put it in his mouth,sucking it, rolling his tongue around on it. She knew there was no holding back at this point. "Please,"she said breathlessly. "Oh God, please. Fuck me. Now!" In an instant his cock slid inside her firmly, deeply. Her craving was satisfied. He gasped. Her palms were against the wall above her head. They pressed against the wall each time he thrust inside her. He breathed haltingly as she felt that amazing throbbing at the base of his cock. Her palms pounded the wall as he pounded her pussy. She clenched her pussy around his throbbing cock as they both let go and spilled their liquid passion. As the incredible high rushed through her she pictured him spraying inside her as her pussy poured. She pictured their fluids mixing together inside her, their passion for each other joining together inside her. She loved him in that moment in a whole new way. He pulled out of her and laid next to her. They were both covered in sweat. She lay on her back, letting the air cool her as she caught her breath. He did the same. She grabbed his hand and turned to look at him. "I love you," she told him. He lay his hand on her face. "I love you too, baby." She lay her hand on top of his on her face and turned to kiss his palm. She released his hand. He stroked her chest lightly, then propped himself up on one arm, and blew gently on her body to help her cool down. Soft Hand It was one of those cool spring nights with a light breeze and my wife and I were on the roof of the theater where I worked as a Technical Director. We were surrounded by huge satellite dishes on one side, a billboard on another, and a grotesque 100 foot high tower of red and yellow that looked like a child's drawing of Rapunzel's tower. But there in front of us were the beautiful lights of the city, yellow and shimmering as far as the eyes can see. And on top of us was a clear starry night complete with a huge round moon hovering on top of the nearest tall building across the highway. We went out for some air as we were earlier reading about half a dozen beautifully written stories whose topics ranged from erotic couplings to lesbian sex and exhibitionism. Of course, such a session would make a normal person more than horny. And though we've been married for 10 years, our sex lives would be rated as above normal. I guess the main reason is that we discovered about halfway through our marriage that we both had a healthy, imaginative and fantasy filled mind, so just at the point where most marriages become routine and dull when it came to love-making, ours suddenly had a boost. While making love, we became more open to each other's wants, talking to each other, asking each other what fantasies were swirling in our minds at that moment, each feeding the other's fantasy until we have a mind-blowing orgasm. The funny thing is, though we've talked about group sex, and lesbian sex, or public sex, we've actually hadn't done any of them. So, with our minds filled with erotic adventures that we've just read, we took two chairs, sat down facing each other on that roof and talked about the stories. "Didn't you just love that story about the two girls having a monologue?" I asked her. "I find being immersed in someone else's mind totally erotic." My wife replied, "Oh, I like the one inside the train better. It happened to me once." She was talking about the story where the girl was standing inside a packed train and someone she couldn't see was fondling her breasts. Then, a female hand crept up her skirt and played with her pussy until she came. "Someone made you come inside a train?" I asked in surprise. "No, but someone fondled my breast. I gave a shout and threw my elbows back. I don't know if I hit the bastard, but I was so angry that I kept on yelling and cursing for a couple of minutes." We both laughed at that for a while. Then I said, "Let's do that on a train. Let's position ourselves in front of a beautiful lady and I'll caress you from behind." "Uhmm! If you're good, maybe I'll consider it. We've never done it in public," she said, and then she touched my inner thigh. I was wearing loose shorts and boxers underneath. "Uh-oh! What is that hand doing?" I asked with a smile, at the same time I leaned over closer to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Nothing that you wouldn't like, darling," and she gave me another long kiss at the end of which her tongue teasingly slipped out into my partly open mouth. That split second of tongue contact made my heart skip a bit and the sensation swept down my whole body and centered on my groin. My penis, which had been partially hard, now gave a little nod and stretched itself slowly up against my thigh, almost as if searching out my wife's hand which was out of reach for now. My right hand had been on her shoulder during the kiss, and it now crept down her back and slowly moved to her side then onto her breast. I had always been impressed by how beautiful her breasts were. At 35 years old, they're still firm and filled my palm perfectly. I could clearly see her dark nipples in my mind as I felt them harden against my hand. Tonight, she was wearing a bra with thin pads that I had just bought a week ago as a present, and through it I could feel her nipple trying to break free. I moved my hand towards the buttons of her shirt so that I can slip it inside her bra and touch that nipple, but she stopped me. "Don't. Just sit back. Remember, we're just talking," she said with a smile and with her left hand, she gently pushed me back against the chair, but her right hand slipped further inside my shorts until the back of her fingers brushed against my now engorged cock. "What's this? You're wet already!" After over an hour of erotic reading, I'm more than ready to come by now, and she knew this. She moved her hand further inside, just letting the back of her hand brush against my cock until she reached my pubic hair. She twirled them around a bit, then slowly moved her fingers along the base of my cock onto my balls. I moved my buttocks forward on the seat and her fingers reached the area between my balls and asshole. She then cupped my balls and held them firmly. "Why aren't you saying anything? I thought we went up here to talk?" Before I could reply, she moved her hand up my cock until and grasped me when she reached the head. Then she made a slight twisting motion, which caused the pre-cum to spread over the head. "Oh, darling!" I blurted out. Her hand on my cock felt so soft and smooth and she was moving it so slowly that I could feel every contour of her fingers on my cock. "That's it? All you can say is "Oh, darling?" My, my, my! And I thought that you wanted to ask me lots of questions about my fantasies!" My darling then crossed her legs and placed them a bit sideways. I then knew what she was going to do. My wife discovered when she was still in high school that she could come just by contracting her muscles. She needed to pee very bad that afternoon, but since it was an exam, she was not allowed to leave her seat. So, while she was trying to stop herself from peeing all over her seat, she suddenly felt horny. This made her wonder as it felt just like when she was touching herself. She experimented with her muscles and soon enough she found the right combination and in a matter of minutes, she was clutching her seat for dear life as she tried not to shout from the intensity of her orgasm. "Just imagine, darling," my wife said, "the girl's face is right in front of my breast. I'm sure she can see that there's a hand underneath my blouse stroking my nipples. She looks up and sees that my eyes are closed in ecstasy. And just like me, she can masturbate just by crossing her legs." Her hand continued to slowly move across my cock in a twirling, back and forth motion, at the same time lifting my cock up and down so that it will brush against my thigh. My eyes had been closed, seeing the woman getting turned on by my wife. I opened them to look at my wife and she was looking at me intently, seeing the lust on my face and feeling the hardness of my cock in her hand. I then saw that her left arm was inside her shirt and her hand was underneath her bra, caressing the nipple that I wanted so bad to suckle on. My wife started speaking again, making me look into her round eyes. "Darling, come with me now. I can't stop myself anymore. . . Ohhh. . . The girl's hand is moving up my leg. She got surprised that my excitement has made me drip wetness down my leg. . . When she reached between my legs, the discovery that I was wearing nothing was too much for her. I then turned on the egg that had been inside my pussy all that time and she felt the vibration just as her orgasm started. . . Oh, darling. . ." My wife's legs were tightening against each other in longer beats. Her fingers on my cock tightened too. Her eyes closed and she gave out a low, long moan. I started spurting cum against her hand. My ass bucked back and forth against the seat. My wife leaned her head against my knee as she had one strong orgasm after another, her legs jerking together in spasms. The world around me darkened as the head of my cock became so sensitive that I was sure I was going to pee. My eyes closed with the intense pleasure, and as my orgasm started ebbing down, my wife pushed back my shorts and put the head of my penis inside her mouth and slid her tongue around it. I gave a shout as the head was so sensitive and I got scared that I would pee in her mouth. I held her head in my hands and she gave another long guttural moan that made her lips vibrate. She was still coming and not for the last time I wished that I could be a girl even for just an hour and just feel a real female orgasm. My wife was just holding on to me now, still cumming and holding onto my thigh. I started caressing her back and that's when I felt the breeze against my face. We've just made love under the stars and moon! I started laughing with happiness. My wife looked up at me, obviously still experiencing little orgasms and I was so much in love with her that I lifted her up and kissed her. I could taste myself on her lips. She pinched me on the thigh. "You're so bad!!! You're such a horny bastard!" She lifted up her hand and showed me all the sperm. The inside of my thigh was cold with sperm too. I said to my wife, "You should lick it all up!" She put her hand against my mouth and shouted, "You lick it!" and started laughing as I pushed her hand away just before it touched my mouth. After we cleaned up, we sat there in silence, holding hands. I was thinking how wonderful life was. She might be thinking where to have another sexy adventure. . . Soft Love Enters the room quietly, making sure to be very silent as to not wake the sleeping form on the bed. Taking a pair of stockings from the draw. Going to the bed at the head board, attaches the stockings. Forming a slip knot loop on the other end of the stockings. Very carefully taking his hand and placing it into the loop of the stocking and tightening it but not to tightly. Then going around the bed and doing the other hand the same way. Crawls in the bed next to you, slowly starting to awaken you. First kissing your bare chest, licking it with my tongue caressing you, feeling you starting to stir, licking up to your neck, kissing and nibbling on it and then your ears. Whispering into your ear how much you excite and turn me on. Just to be with you as I gently blow into your ear, then lick your earlobe, working my way over your neck kissing and sucking at the hollow of your throat, my hands stroking through your hair as I work my way down slowly, my tongue lapping at your breast, encircling your nipples. Flickering my tongue across them feeling them growing taunt. As my nails play with your earlobes. Straddling you working my way lower down your belly, letting my kisses and licking, and nibble blaze a path of desire as I work lower and lower. Stopping to play with your belly button, before going lower down your stomach my nails lightly caressing behind my mouth. At the top of your mound licking and caressing, sliding my breast over your hard throbbing cock, licking around the base of your hard prick, pushing my tongue inside your mound, stroking your inner most part of your dick. Then licks further back over your balls, slowly sucking first one nut into my mouth caressing it with my tongue, then the other as my nails stroke gently against your hard shaft. Then licking forward up the length of your shaft stopping to lick around your cock head. Caressing it so lovingly, caressing your slit, tonguing it fucking your slit with the tip of my tongue as my nails now caress your balls then working my way down again over your balls, licking and kissing and nibbling your inner thighs first one then the other. Working lower and lower first one inner leg then the other. Kissing and licking and nibbling as I work my way down your legs to your calves letting my nails trail behind my mouth. Around your ankles then over your feet my hot wet mouth and tongue travels followed by my long red nails, gently stroking every inch of your skin. Slowly sucking in your toes each one sucking gently, before licking back up your outer legs, moving my head from leg to leg, nails trailing behind my hot wet tongue. Licking your balls again then blowing my hot breath on them gently. Then over your cock repeating licking and blowing. Straddling your slowly taking my hand and guiding your cock into my hot wet waiting womanhood. Slowly as I slide down your hard throbbing shaft tell you how wonderful you are to me, how much you mean to me. As I work my wet pussy over your shaft until I gently grind against your mound, nails playing with your nipples. Letting my pussy slowly grip your hard throbbing shaft, as I ride up and down gently slowly enjoying the feel of you deep inside me. Feeling your hands come up slowly gently caressing my breast, as my fingers tease your nipples. As the tempo increase as I ride up down up down. My tits bouncing in your hands, as I squeeze, gripping your cock milking you so gently, moans of pleasure flowing from my lips, as we make beautiful love. Leaning forward kissing you passionately tongues entwining, as we fuck up down feeling your hips thrust to match my rhythms. Sucking your tongue deep into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue letting them dance to the beat of our love making. My nails flicking at your nipples, as the rhythm increase, my pussy tensing so tightly around your cock as we cum together. Our moans of passion filling each others mouths. Kiss breaking as we both pant for air. laying on top of you breathing hard against your neck kissing it. Feeling you inside me as we fall into a gentle sleep. Soft-mouthed Sandy Balancing my laptop case atop the pile of clothes in the laundry basket, I stepped through the propped-open front door of my girl's apartment. It was a large bundle. I'd have to set it down outside and go back for my cell phone and keys. No sooner had I placed the basket on the outdoor patio than I heard the slam and pop of the door shutting and locking. I turned, moaning and closing my eyes in abject self-loathing. "Great." A full load of laundry, my computer, no cell, no keys so I couldn't get into my car, and it was getting late. My girl had let me stay to do my laundry in her place, she leaving to spend the weekend with her girlfriend at some lake. I searched my pockets for change. I had none. Even if I had, I doubt I would have found a payphone anywhere. I heard the sound of a door opening and closing on the next level up. I rushed through the outer door, calling up as I went. "Hello? Hey, I'm locked out." He was a thin guy, a bit smaller, and--I'm sorry to sound a bit prejudiced-- by the tightness of his jeans and the way he wore his hair my immediate impression was "gay." Now, I am not a homophobe, in fact, I and my girl, Nancy were quite eclectic in our group of friends. Nancy herself is bisexual and I have never had a problem with it. In fact, more than a few times I have been lucky enough to watch her and one or two of her women friends. The guy, whom I'd never met, but whom I'd seen more than a few times coming and going smiled and nodded understanding. "You don't have a key, do you?" "No," I shrugged bashfully, "And Nan's gone out of town for the weekend..." He held up a hand. "I get the idea. Come on up, you can use my phone and we can get the super out to let you in, huh?" I nodded. "Okay, let me just get my stuff." I didn't feel to crazy about leaving my laptop and clothes out on the patio where just anybody could come along and take them. I hefted the large bulk of the laundry basket and walked to the stairs taking them slowly. The guy stepped aside for me, pulling his aviator's down on his nose. "Heavy load," he smirked. "Yeah, it's a bitch, ain't it?" I chuckled. "I'm Sandy," he said. Walking up quickly to get the outer door for me. "Sean," I said. He produced an electronic key card and fed it into the lock on his own apartment door, opening it and holding it for me. The place was just like Nancy's only the posters and furnishings were kind of different. I set the laundry basket down on the tile by the door and wiped my forehead. "Thanks, man," I said. "Don't mention it." He went to where the cordless phone sat on it's jack on the kitchen bar. He picked it up and tossed it across the room. "Beer?" I started dialing. "Uh, sure." I finished dialing the number for the management and listened to the phone ring three times before a machine picked up. "Shit," I turned around and the guy, Sandy handed me a beer. "What's wrong?" "Office is closed 'til 8 tomorrow morning." Sandy popped the top of his beer and sucked on his bottom lip. "Well, if you need a ride someplace. I was on my way out to the club anyway." "I... Uh," I nodded. "Sure, I mean, I don't want to impose." "What are neighbors for?" "Technically, I'm not your neighbor, though..." He smirked. "Well, Nan's a neighbor, at least. And it would be mighty un-neighborly of me to let her boyfriend twist in the wind, now wouldn't it." "True. Thanks." He was about my age, though I'm sure he passed for younger. With his build and movements it was hard to put him much past 21. He was not quite my height, but tall and lithe with a tan that he probably spent hours on so that his very dark black hair. I took all this in at a glance before he pointed at the beer he'd handed me. "You going to drink it or just hold it and let it sweat?" I smirked and popped the tab. "Sorry, thanks." I took a few quick chugs of the ice-cold beer before asking a question. "What club you going to?" "Oh, none you would have been to." He wiggled his right eyebrow and I let out a little laughing breath. "Oh, one of those clubs?" He nodded. "Guy's got to get love someplace, right?" I shrugged. "Fair enough." I sipped the beer and looked around the apartment. There was a poster of Bob Dylan on one wall. I pointed to it. "I have that same picture on my wall at home.." "I've always liked Dylan." "Me too." "Where do you live, by the way?" "About eight blocks west. Not far, but..." I indicated the basket of laundry. "well, that would have made it one hell of a hike." "I wouldn't have made it up the stairs," He chuckled. "You want to sit down? I'm in no hurry." "I..." I couldn't think of any place I needed to be. "Sure." "It's kind of nice to officially meet you, I have to admit," he said, plopping down on the sofa. "From what Nan says about you and what I hear through the floor, you've become a bit mythic." "Oh, Nancy talks about me, huh?" "Incessantly, to the point of being depressing." I took a seat in the easy-chair. "Depressing?" Sandy smirked. "Well, the rules of girl talk... I shouldn't say." "Suit yourself," Sipped the beer and looked out the open front door. It was becoming a nice night and the wind had died down. I sipped my beer. "So what's your favorite album?" "Dylan? Oh, I don't know. Highway 61 Revisited, maybe? Are we really forcing small talk?" "Hey, I tried to make thing interesting, you balked and now we're talking music." He chuckled. "You make it sound like a set of procedures." He set his beer on the coffee table. "But then again, you are supposed to be something of an operator, right? Nan moved in she was kind of a shy girl, a loner, six months dating you and I hear she's quite liberated." "Yeah." "She's grateful. Says you showed her how to have fun and open up to new ideas." "And how..." I smirked. "You don't approve of the new lifestyle." That was a nice direct question. I pondered. "I'm not adverse." "You mean, you like to watch two women fucking?" "Well, sure, people making love, having sex, fucking... It can be beautiful. I'm just having to learn how to share." He nodded. "Ah, so she left to go fuck her girlfriend by a lake and you're left doing laundry and pulling your pud, eh?" "Some thing like that." I swilled the last of my beer. "Like this morning. She was off like a shot before it was even light out. Left a note on the pillow. And boy I had a beauty when I woke up." "A boner?" "Yep, big vengeful sonofabitch. Who-ee, I cranked it three times today, and the fucker's still on a hair-trigger." Sandy laughed and stood, taking my empty beer can and taking it into the kitchen. "Man, the way you talk..." "What about the way I talk?" He came back with a second beer already opened for me. I took it and he sat down and popped the tab off a second for himself. "I don't know, just ultra-masculine. I mean, not uneducated or Neolithic, but..." "Corse," I nodded. "Yeah, I know. But hey, I say what's on my mind and that's what's on my mind. My girlfriends munching rug and I'm filling my palm with knuckle-juice." "You see, the way you talk, it reminds me of the guys in the locker-room after gym in high school." He rolled his eyes. "And that's a memory that makes me empathize." I coughed and took a pull at the beer. "I've made you uncomfortable?" I shook my head. "No, now I'm just thinking back to high school and wondering if there were guys checking me out without my being aware of it." "Not something straights think about, I guess." He sipped his beer. "But it happens, trust me." I cocked my head and he shot a little glance my way. "More girl talk?" He shrugged. "I'm just saying, you wear nice tight shirts, man." I swigged my beer, taking the statement into simple consideration. Here the guy was being nice, letting me drink a beer, taking up his time on a Saturday night. "Well, thanks, I guess." He studied me a moment. "You ever thought about it?" I looked out the door. "Not really. I mean, I grew up with brothers, nothing to special about seeing a guy naked." "Ever had a guy suck you off?" We chuckled, I a tad uncomfortably. "No," I said at last. "Have you ever been with a girl?" He smiled. "Virginia Peters, Sophomore year. It was in my, 'well at least try for mom's sake' phase." "Was Virginia hot?" "Oh, cute as a button and so much fun to talk to. But..." he shrugged. "I felt there was something missing." He moved his hand down to the crotch of his jeans. I noticed a bit of a growing bulge there as he adjusted himself casually. "And the something missing was another one of those?" He chuckled. "Yes, sir." I had to admit, I was aware that his hand was still resting on the apex of his tight jeans and the sight was oddly arousing. I glanced away and then back again. I looked up and he was studying me. "You know, Nancy says you got a nice one." I shifted, leaning back a bit in the chair. "Much good it does me when she decides to take off like this." I lay my head back and look at the ceiling. "I mean, it's not like I can't go out and find someone for a random thing, you know. No strings, no muss, just... fun, you know?" He nodded. "It's the best kind of relationship, if you ask me. Just something you do on a free night every week or so. Nobody knows or cares and when it ends it's like when a good movie goes out of theaters." I shook my head. "You talk about how I talk..." He looked hurt. "What?" "You spout faggoty prose like that..." He cracked a grin. "You know, that's a derogatory term." "I didn't call you a faggot. I said your prose were faggoty." "And now we're arguing semantics..." He ran a hand up and mussed his hair. "Ah well, I suppose I don't really feel like going anywhere tonight after all." "Huh?" He looked over. "I'm a small guy. Two beers and I'm buzzed." I drained mine and stood. "Me, I take at least four or five." "In the fridge." He held out his empty can. "Put that in the trash under the sink for me while you're up." "Sure." I took the can and when I did, my fingers brushed his a bit. It wasn't anything big, but they touched and it wasn't weird or anything. "You want a third?" "Actually, there's whiskey in there too." He pointed. "Bring the bottle." "You got shot glasses?" "In the cupboard over the fridge." I tossed the two empty cans and went to the fridge. I took out two beers and the fifth of Scotch. "This is good stuff." I said, reaching up and finding the shot glasses. I took down one and put it over the capped mouth of the bottle and I moved back into the living room. He'd stood up to get the remote and was standing with his hip cocked flipping through channels. He took the bottle and the shot glass. "You shooting with me?" I shrugged and went back for a second shot glass. When I came back he'd plugged in a D.V.D. and I joined him on the sofa. I poured two shots and popped the beers open while the opening credits rolled. "What are we watching?" "To Catch a Thief. You like Hitchcock movies?" "Who doesn't?" He held up his shot and we did cheers and took the shots. I was surprised to see he didn't chase his shot with the beer. Instead he just made a slight wince and then leaned forward to pour each of us another. "So, you drink like this a lot?" He shrugged. "I'm kind of antisocial. Not that I don't like getting laid. I just don't like going out and dressing up to do it." He indicated his clothes. "It's a costume, though. Got to give the boys what they want." I shrugged. "Can't you just be yourself and pick up a guy?" "I wish." He held up his shot. "Of course, they all have to put on a show. The twinks have to be all irresponsible and girly. And the pretty boys have to act like Olympian gods. 'Admire me but don't touch.' Then there are the man sluts and that's a bit like spinning the S.T.D. wheel of fortune." "You make it sound so glamorous." "I'm not going to lie, I'm really that into the lifestyle so much as the feeling of having a stiff cock hammered lovingly up my ass while a firm hand jacks me. God, the fucking thrill of the sex!" The movie had started, women were screaming as images of a cat prowling over the rooftops of Cannes. Sandy shifted, putting one of his boots up on the coffee table. One hand was on his knee, the other held the remote in his lap. "Or just sucking cock. God, I remember back when I was a freshman in high school, me and this guy, we'd been friends since kindergarten, we'd sneak off after school and blow each other in the equipment locker by the soccer field. We did that through most of high school it was like a daily thing. It never got old, either. The bell would ring, I'd grab my bag, we'd meet in the hall by the lunchroom and pal around with some people and then we'd walk home together, you know? Stop in the shed, spend about twenty to thirty minutes blowing each other. I'd tell mom we'd stopped by the arcade on the way home." "The arcade?" He layback, chuckling. "It was our little joke. Spending twenty-minutes playing with each other's joysticks, it was better than PacMan at the pizza parlor any weekday afternoon." "So what happened to him? Your friend, I mean?" He shrugged. "What happens to most high school friends? Got into different colleges, he met a dude... such is life" he stopped, looking over at me. "And since him, nothing to write home about. I'm 23, a prize young buck, and since I'm not into old guys and the posers aren't into me, I end up coming home alone a lot and getting drunk." "Well, sorry to put a damper on your night." I took a swig of beer. "You look nice, probably would have bagged someone." He smirked. "I even had it all worked out, you know? Walk up to some random guy and just..." "Just what?" He sat up straight and cocked his head. "Well, say we were in the quieter part of the bar, you know, perhaps a bit tired from all the dancing. Do you dance?" "Not too much. Nan drags me out with her and her friends." "Well, you know, having a cool down drink at the bar, maybe I'd spot some nice looking guy and I'd just walk up to him and say, 'excuse me,' and then I'd reach out like this..." He placed his hand on my knee. "And then, depending on his reaction..." He shrugged. "Reaction?" "Well, sometimes they feel like busting a nut, and sometimes they don't." "You've just reduced queer theory to a Mounds commercial." He kept his hand on my knee as I watched the Cary Grant as he walked up the beach to rest in the sand, Grace Kelly in the background watching him surreptitiously. I couldn't tell you why I didn't slap it away or tell him to stop as I felt his hand move slowly up my thigh. I was horny and when I felt his hand rub the length of my growing hard on through my cargo shorts I sighed a bit. "Yeah, I hate bars." He said, positioning himself so that he was more or less snuggled up closer to me. "But I love cock." On the screen Carry Grant and the other guy were meeting in the flower market. I felt warm lips kissing the back of my neck and my cock, nestled in my underwear was already pulsing with anticipation. He could feel it, and as his lips touched against my lower earlobe I listened to the small individual clicks of my zipper being pulled down in slow-motion. I imagined being a teenager again, thinking about the friends I used to walk home from school with, who I'd showered with in gym, all the guys with nice bodies that got nicer during wrestling season. I remembered how some of them had had big cocks nestled in beds of thick dark curls, while others had shaved so that their skin was soft and smooth. I pulled my shirt over my head keeping my eyes on the screen but letting my mind wonder. How many times had any one of them wanted to sneak off? How many of them would have been okay with me asking them to sneak off? Thinking hard about it, probably not many of them had been gay or bi. But imagining them, looking at me, remembering subconsciously looking at them, memorizing their lean torsos, their bouncing cocks in the soapy spray after countless practices—as he tongued a nipple, I closed my eyes and remembered the first time I'd ever had a woman suck on my cock. I'd been 17 and I'd dated the girl for two years, begging her the whole time before she gave in. I remembered she'd complained about the taste, about how it had felt so half-hearted on her part and how that had made the experience almost pointless. I thought of Nan, her lips kissing down my flat stomach, her tongue darting out to wet a little circle around my navel and then I gasped as I looked down to see this man, this person who'd been a stranger only an hour ago, working his mouth down around the tip of my fully encouraged 8 inch cock. I helped him push my shorts and boxers down off my hips, his mouth not letting my cock slip from his lips as I sat back down. I felt fingers caressing my shaven balls and a palm flattening on my chest as I let my fingers wonder into his hair, clutching his scalp making him moan around my cock. On the screen I watched Cary Grant and Grace Kelly walking down the hall together, him opening her door for him, and then she turning to kiss him suddenly without provocation or shame before closing the door. I felt his mouth leave my cock as his hand moved up to jack me. He laughed. "I always loved that scene," he said. "Me too," I said. He looked up at me then. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were in the glow of the T.V. screen. He kissed my abs, keeping his eyes locked with mine. "Thank you," he said, closing his eyes as he licked slowly down over my flat stomach to lick along the underside of my dick and then back up to take the head between his lips and allowing the whole length to slowly slide down his throat. My eyes widened as I gripped his shoulder and then I let out an awkward groan as the suction increased and he began pistoning his mouth up and down on my cock sending shivers up through my body. I rubbed his back and closed my eyes as I felt the fingers on my balls move lower and one press lightly against the pucker of my asshole. I was too far gone in the ecstasy of this man's mouth and throat to care and then when he pressed inside I gasped and he gripped my thighs and gobbled my cock as I felt hot jizz spurt in rapid long bursts down his hungry hot throat. He swallowed it licking little dollops off the tip of my penis finally before letting his head rest on my thigh, his face turned toward the T.V. screen. We lay there like that, me with my shorts around my ankles, him fully clothed, his head on my thigh for the rest of the movie. When it ended and the final credits rolled he picked the remote up off the floor where it had fallen when he'd repositioned himself. He flipped off the T.V. and the D.V.D. player. He went to the back of the apartment where I heard a door open and then the gargling of mouthwash. I stood and pulled up my shorts. There was no mess to clean up. He came back with his shirt half undone, his shaven chest half exposed in the half-light of the room. He picked up his car keys from the counter where he'd ditched them earlier and tossed them to me. "I'm too wasted." He said. "Take my car. Bring it back in the morning when the office opens." I looked at him, this man who'd just given me a thrilling blow job. I wanted to stay and go at the same time. "You trust me with your car?" He pointed at the bundle of laundry and my computer still sitting by the door. "Leave that here," he said. "You can stop by in the morning after you get your keys and give me back mine." I nodded. "Which car is yours?" "It's in slot 34 out front. Perhaps we can hang out some more when you return the keys," he walked up and kissed me lightly before whispering in my ear. "I mean, if you're cool and don't mind. I loved sucking your cock." Soft-mouthed Sandy I jingled the keys and backed away, smiling. "You're good," I said. "See you at 8:15." I left taking the steps thoughtfully, turning to watch the light in his bedroom pop on and a shadow play across his blinds. I walked the path to the parking lot beside his building in the complex and pressed the button on the key fob. Lights flashed and there was a little security beep, I walked up to the little British-racing green Solstice. I shook my head at the pretty little machine and climbed in. I had to push the seat back all the way so that my knees weren't in my ears but when I started it and put the thing in gear I sighed. I might have asked to stay the night. But I new there would be more to come with soft-mouthed Sandy. Thank you all for reading this story. I have never written for the Gay Male category and would like to hear feedback. If enough people like this story I will continue on to the next day. Don't forget to vote. -Anitole Soft n Silky One of Southwest Chicago's classier fashion boutiques, Soft n Silky, was closed for the day. Snowflakes drifted slowly down to the street outside like big fluffy goose feathers. Inside the boutique, the lights were dimmed, shades drawn over the windows for the night. But it was not as quiet as it usually was at about 6:15 in the evening. Angela Drake sat slouched in an armchair, her high heels off, a glass of white wine in her hand. Her usually erect statuesque body was slumped and she wore a worried look on her face. Her shimmering blue eyes stared unseeing at the other two women sitting across from her desk at the back of the boutique. "Girls, we simply have to think of some ideas to draw more business into this boutique. If we don't, we're going to have to close the place. We're barely making expenses and, as I recall, when the three of us put all our hard-earned savings into this venture last year, we intended to turn a tidy profit. So, I'm open to suggestions. What can we do?... and I mean right away." Lynda Marks chewed on her lower lip and twirled a lock of her long, shiny black hair, as she always did when she tried to concentrate. She was a compact, steamy Spanish beauty, both an innocent and a temptress. A gleam of an idea lit up her liquid brown eyes." Well, it's getting close to Christmas. Couldn't we have a pre-Christmas sale? People are always looking for bargains." Angie grimaced. All her friends called her Angie. Angela just sounded too formal, except on special occasions when she wanted to appear very professional. "Lynda, that's a nice idea, but all the other businesses in the city are having sales. I was hoping we could think of something more original, something to really move this winter merchandise." Lynda's young face fell. "Yeah, you're right, Angie. We really need to move this stuff. Before you know it, we'll have spring fashions coming in our back door and no place to put them." "Well, Lynda, if we don't raise some cash, we won't have to worry about where to put the new line!" Tara Spencer, took another sip of wine, and dangled her black patent sling-back pump on her toe. Running a slim hand through her long, lustrous dark-red hair, Tara stretched her tawny body and drawled, "Well, it seems to me we need to get some more men in here to shop. They're the ones with the big bucks. Women don't buy these things for themselves for Christmas - men do. So, we need to concentrate on getting the male shopper in here during the Christmas season." "As usual, you've hit the problem square on the head, Tara. You've got the best business head among us." Angie smiled admiringly at Tara. "Well, what about me? Don't I contribute?" blustered Lynda. She constantly felt that because she was only 25, while Angie and Tara were 35 and 32, respectively, her opinions and efforts were never taken seriously. "Of course, you contribute, greatly in fact," soothed Angie. "You outsell both Tara and me, because the customers like you and your sense of clothes coordination. And I know Tara will agree with me when I say, neither one of us could decorate our windows the way you do. You have a real artistic flair." "Yes," Tara chimed in, "I can't tell you how many compliments we get on our windows. I guess we have been careless about telling you just how well you do." "So stop worrying, Lynda. Now, we have to worry about keeping this place solvent." Angie looked hopefully at Tara. "Do you have an idea as to how we can get those men in here to shop for their ladies?" Tara nodded, a wise look on her pretty freckled face. "As a matter of fact, I do." "Well, for God's sake, let's have it!" exclaimed Angie impatiently. Tara pulled herself up out of her chair, stretched her lithe body to its full five feet four inches and started pacing in her stocking feet and thinking out loud. "First, we put an ad in the Chicago newspapers. It will be a special invitation for a `Men's Night Only' for men to buy Christmas gifts for their ladies. We'll hold it Friday, December l6th, from six to ten p.m. We'll serve champagne and hors d'oeuvres... maybe some shrimp canapés, those ham and asparagus rolls that we like so well, and even some smoked salmon and celery rolls, along with assorted cheeses and fancy crackers. What do you think so far?" Angie's face lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree. "I like it... like it... I love it! You know, I think it will work. Tara, you're the greatest. We just may have us a very Merry Christmas yet!" Not to be outdone, Lynda bounced out of her chair, exclaiming, "And I will wrap the gifts! I do beautiful gift wraps, don't I?" "Yes, Lynda, you certainly do. And we'll buy some especially nice Christmas wrapping paper so you can do a proper job with their gifts." Tara was really on a roll now. Angie unfolded herself out of her chair. Her full, statuesque body standing to its fully erect 5'7" inches now. God, she was one blonde, proud, beautiful woman. "Let's do it, girls! Let's write the ad!" One week later, the three women were one excited trio. Everything was ready. Christmas decorations abounded. The champagne was chilled, the hors d'oeuvres nestled in crisp beds of lettuce on silver trays. The lighting was adequate, but subdued enough to create a romantic atmosphere conducive to purchasing the many lacy and frilly garments that were now placed strategically around the boutique. Candlelight highlighted fine cashmere sweaters; reflected on leather skirts and pants, making them look buttery soft. The scent of aromatic potpourri filled the air. They had thought of everything, including themselves. All three women were dressed in black, but you could hardly call what they wore "basic black." Lynda exuded sexuality in a tailored black velvet jacket with nothing underneath, topping a shocking pink satin mini-skirt. Tara liked her clothes simple, but that didn't mean what she wore wasn't special. Her little bare, off the shoulder, softly sexy peach-colored sweater rode at the waistline of her black leather mini-skirt. Angie wore the ultimate dramatic flourish-she was a black silhouette in a black pullover, long black slim skirt, centre-split to way above the knees wrapped and tied in abundant red organza. A smaller figure could not have showcased that outfit properly, but Angie's size sixteen, proud firm body displayed it magnificently. The three women themselves looked good enough to package and take home. Maybe that explained what happened later in the evening after all the gifts had been purchased and wrapped. The gift packages had been wrapped, the hors d'oeuvres had been consumed, several magnums of champagne emptied, and the doors locked. The three women looked at each other and smiled secretively as they looked around and realized that several of the gentlemen shoppers had not left. For a while, the boutique was filled with the sounds of small talk. The glasses were filled with champagne once again. Angie dimmed the lights further and the boutique took on an intimate atmosphere. Lynda noted that Grant had removed his coat, tie, shoes, and socks. Everyone seemed to be getting very relaxed. . To say the least. Suddenly Brad got a full bottle of champagne from one of the coolers. Standing where everyone could see him, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight during the shopping, I promised our lovely young hostess that I would show her a way to enjoy good wine that she had never seen before." He looked directly at Lynda. "My dear, if you would be so kind as to move to the middle of the floor and lie on your back, I would like to drink a toast to you from a very special glass." Lynda didn't know why she had to be lying in the middle of the boutique floor for him to drink a toast to her, but she compiled. When she was in position, Brad slid her pink satin mini-skirt up her thighs, and then knelt between her legs. She was wearing a black lacy garter belt and hose, but no panties. Brad made a mental note to how convenient that was. He leaned the bottle of champagne over and poured some bubbly over her pussy lips. He poured the whole bottle then over her entire cunt. "Oooooooh, that's cold! It feels funny! What are you doing?" In answer, Brad quickly covered her cunt with his mouth so the wine would not drench the carpeting. He then lowered his head and jammed his tongue in and out of her cunt. When he had finished the drink, he poured some more wine over her pussy, starting at the clit. As it ran down into her snatch, he licked it into his mouth. Tara spoke up. "That looks like fun! Here's another glass. Who wants a drink of wine?" Lynda regained just enough of her composure to say, "Tara, Angie, you lay down by me. Then the men can go from one to the other, taking a long drink from each of our special glasses. Okay?" Soon, the women were lined up; skirts up to their waists, none of them wearing any panties, and each man had his own bottle of champagne. All of them did this apart from the man named Grant, who had seemed the most relaxed to begin with. Lynda stabbed him with a piercing look. "You, too, big man. Don't think we're going to let you miss all the fun." "You go right ahead. I have to leave soon, so I'll just watch for a while." "Bullshit! You'll join us even if we have to jump you!" Lynda jumped up and ran to him. She started to unbutton his shirt. The other two women soon joined her. After his shirt was off, they pushed him to the floor, and removed his pants and shorts. His cock was semi-erect, waving in the wind. Lynda grabbed a bottle of champagne. She poured some on his chest and poured some more on his belly. And then she poured some onto his pubic hair. As quickly as she poured, one of the women started licking the wine from his body. Angie was working on his chest while Tara was at his stomach. Lynda took care of that wine she had poured around his cock. Not content with just licking the wine from his pubic hair, she held his cock up straight and poured some wine over it. She followed the wine with her mouth, sucking and licking his cock clean. She poured some more wine, then sucked and licked again! "Hey," Tara said, "we're being left out. There's no more wine up here for us." Lynda lifted her head for a moment. "Get your own wine, darling. I'm having too much fun to stop now." "Aren't we going to let these men drink from our special glasses?" "Yeah, soon. Right now, I'm going to drink some more from here." "Some more what? Looks like you're after more than just wine!" And she was. One hand was working furiously up and down Grant's cock. She kept the hand busy while pouring on more wine and licking it and sucking it off, at first, Grant had tried to protest. He had only intended to get things started so that he could relax and watch. Finding himself outnumbered, he just lay back and let the women have their way. Angie was taking a drink of wine and then kissing Grant with deep French kisses. She was holding part of the champagne in her mouth, letting it dribble into his mouth when she kissed him. She giggled as she thought of how her ex-husband had always called her an ice maiden. Guess the ice had certainly thawed in the past two years! Life without him had made a new, vibrant person out of her. Being free of his constant oppression was wonderful and exciting! Tara had her own bottle and was now working on his nipples. She would pour a little wine and then lick it off. Each man-nipple was getting a lot more licking than it took to remove the wine. She, too, was thinking, Boy, if that ex of mine could see me now! Him and his righteous attitude all the time. Good riddance! Life was too short to live with such a fuck-in-the-mud! The wine in all three bottles was rapidly disappearing. The other three men were waiting silently until the women finished with Grant. They were enjoying the show! All the licking, sucking, and cock stroking was getting to Grant. He could no longer hold back his orgasm. His cockhead hit the back of Lynda's throat and his sperm spewed out. It almost made her gag when the first gob hit her throat, but she swallowed hard. "I want a taste of that cum cocktail mixed with wine!" Tara said. "Me, too," chimed in Angie. Lynda pulled back, continuing her hand action. Tara covered the spurting cock with her mouth and took a drink. When she moved her mouth away, Lynda poured more wine on the cock and Angie was right there to get her taste. They alternated until Grant was drained dry. "Now, my friend, you can join the other men while they drink their champagne. In the meantime, make sure you get that cock ready for some more action. Before the night's over, you're going to cum so much you won't be able to walk!" Leaving him, the women again positioned themselves side by side where the other men could get to them. "This is going to work better if we get our pussies up a little higher," Steve said. "Matt, give me the cushions from that couch." Steve had each woman raise her hips so he could place a cushion under each set of hips. He surveyed his handiwork. Seeing that each pussy was properly elevated, he took three full bottles of champagne and sat one by each woman. "Now I guess we ought to empty each bottle before we stop. If that's not enough, we'll get more. Each man gets one drink from each glass and then he moves to the next one. We keep going around until each of us has made every woman cum at least one. Grant, this was your idea. You start off and we'll just follow. Scout's honour now. When you've gotten all the wine out, move to the next pussy. No need to cheat. We've got plenty of time and plenty of wine." Lynda was lying in the middle with Tara on her right and Angie on her left. Five men, she thought. I get to cum five times this way. Five different tongues in my pussy, one after the other. Wild! God, what I was missing before! Her right hand slid over to one of Tara's tits and her left hand slid over to one of Angie's. The three women had slid out of their clothes by now and lay exposed in all their glory in just their black lacy garter belts and black hose. A very pretty sight-all three "maids" in a row! Lynda squeezed and played with the women's tits while waiting for the first tongue in her cunt. Taking their cue from Lynda, the other two women filled a hand with one of her tits. Now they were ready for the round-robin eating session to begin! With her hips elevated the way they were, it was difficult for Lynda to see the men when they were eating her pussy. She knew, though, when Brad started on Tara. Tara moaned and started working her hips the moment the champagne was poured into her cunt. Then Brad was between her legs, pouring the wine. His mouth fastened on her cunt, his tongue working her clit with lightening strokes. He paid some attention to the wine and got most of it before it drained onto the cushion. But his main efforts were cantered on her clit. Since her hips were up high, the wine stayed in her cunt a little longer than before. Tara was already cumming. Lynda could feel the tremors through the breast she was holding and could hear Tara's moans. Lynda was almost there herself when she heard Steve's voice. "Shift, Lyle. My turn on that red-haired pussy. So, thought Lynda. It was Steve who got Tara off first. I'm almost there, too. Maybe he'll get me off. Steve was between Tara's legs, drinking wine from that glass and finishing what Brad had started. And Grant was bringing off Angie with a roar. All three women were cumming and there was still a lot of wine and several tongues to go just on the first round. The whimpers, moans, and screams of the women as the wine was drenched their pussies spurred the men on. Lynda had intended to keep track of who was eating her pussy so she could tell one from the other. But there was no way she could do so. She was so high on emotions, and cumming so hard, she didn't even know who followed Steve. She only knew she had never felt so good, enjoying anything, so much in her young life. She could hardly tell when one man moved away and another took his place. Finally, two bottles of wine had been drunk from each pussy and the men's tongues were too tired to continue. And the women had cum so much they wanted to rest before they went out of their minds. The women may have been tired and wanted to rest. But the men had just gotten started. Eating pussy is not one of the things that will calm a person's libido. Even Grant was now charged up and raring to go. Tired tongue's didn't matter here because tongues weren't what the men intended to use! Before she could stretch out and relax, Steve was on top of Lynda. Her cunt offered no resistance, even to his huge cock. She was so wet from the wine and eating that he slipped in with no difficulty. He put the massive head of his shaft in her cunt and gave a gentle push, burying his member all the way immediately. Lynda looked up to see who was about to fuck her. "Oh, Steve, I want your big cock, but can't we wait a few minutes? I'm so tired I don't know if I can fuck right now." "Just hang in there, baby. Old Steve will revive you in no time. Never met anybody too tired to take some of this tool." And he was right. No sooner than he was buried in her belly, Lynda found that her passions were starting up again. At first, he slowly fucked in and out, using the full length of his cock. He let her experience the full, wonderful pleasure of that long rod. Her cunt felt stuffed so full. Within moments, she was completely into the fucking. It felt so good, so pleasant, to be filled to such an extent. Her legs came up around his waist. She locked her heels behind his back and raised her hips even farther than the cushion had them. She brought her cunt up so that his cock was pumping straight in. God, Lynda thought, he's big! Bigger than even the dildo Angie and I sometimes use. And it feels so much better than a dildo! If someone ever made a dildo that really had the texture of a real cock, they might give men a lot of stiff competition. Until then, there just wasn't anything that felt as good as a cock. Even one smaller than what Steve could swing. Steve balanced himself on her knees, his cock still deep inside Lynda. Took hold of her calves, he pulled her legs up and put them over his shoulders. Lynda gasped as she felt the additional penetration of his cock. The head was banging against her cervix. He was still thrusting slowly. She wasn't sure if her cervix would open to admit him. In fact, she didn't even know if this was physically possible. She had heard of women who were able to open their cervix for a prick, but she didn't know how to do it. And this one was so big that even if she could open it, would that huge thing go in? Steve knew how big he was and what trouble that could cause." Can you open enough for me to get all the way in?" "Uuuuhhh, I don't think so... I'm open as far as I will go... just have to take it easy with me... don't go as deep as you can... give me some room . . . "Okay, sweetheart. Just relax. It may open. Don't worry. Old Steve won't go all the way up into your throat. Like to, though. Have to teach you how to open wide for me." "Fuck me, Steve, but don't hurt me... that's about as much as I can take... right there... you're knocking at the door... trying to relax more . . ." Steve didn't push the point. He could feel when he hit bottom and was careful to not bang into her so hard that he would hurt her. He kept his slow rhythm until she relaxed enough to take all of his cock. If she didn't, then he could still get lots of pleasure out of the length of it she could take. Then Grant appeared on the scene. He watched as Steve fucked his favourite hostess. Then he wanted in on the action. Soft n Silky "Turn her over, Steve. Let me in her ass. She threatened to fuck me until I was too tired to move. Let's see if she can take a dose of her own medicine. Roll her over." Steve looked to Lynda to get her reaction. Lynda whispered, "Try it. I'm so stuffed with your cock in me, I don't know. But I want to try. "Holding her tight, Steve rolled her over, his cock still buried in her cunt. When she was on top, Lynda looked down at him with a timid smile. "I hope I can take him. Don't want him to say that I couldn't take it was well as dish it out." "Just stay relaxed, doll. That's the key. You've been fucked in the ass before, I'm sure. Only different now is you'll have one on each side." Steve looked at Grant." Just go slow, man, and I'll bet she can take more than you have to give her. Be sure to use something to moisten the area, make it slick. Don't want to hurt this lovely little lady!" Tara had roused enough to watch what was going on. She had gone into the bathroom looking around for something to use when she spied the jar of petroleum jelly that was sitting on the back of the stool. She took it back to the boutique with her. "Either somebody's gotten ready for just such an occasion as this or they've already beat us to it." "Well, I normally use it to moisturize my hands when they're chapped, but it should work great for this situation. Besides, I'm so turned on and loose there should not be any trouble. Just use plenty of the stuff on Grant's cock and my ass. Then give Grant the chance." Lynda pulled her knees up under her and spread her legs wide on each side of Steve's hips. Her ass cheeks were far apart, ready for Tara's preparation. Her movements had made her even more aware of Steve's cock in her. With a moan of delight, she began slowly and sensuously rubbing the walls of her pussy up and down that big hard cock. Tara was trying to get her ass lubricated. "You'll have to hold still for me to do this. I'll have it smeared all over your back instead of your ass if you keep doing that. Be still for me, now. You can fuck him all you want in a few minutes." Lynda reluctantly stopped her movements. Tara smeared the jelly around the opening of her ass and then pushed a big glob of it inside the puckered hole. When her hands left Lynda's ass, Lynda went back to her up and down movements on Steve's cock. Tara turned her attention to Grant. His cock was semi-erect. He was stroking it slowly, bringing it up to full erection. Tara took over from him, spreading the petroleum jelly over his cock while she stroked it. She added an extra amount of lubricant to the head of his cock and continued to play with it. Lynda suspected what her friend was doing. "Don't jack him off, now. You can have your chance at him after I get through with him. Bring that thing here and put it in me." "Don't be so impatient! Just want to see that he's ready for you. Besides, it feels so good in my hands." Then Lynda felt Grant's cockhead probing between her buttocks." Just a little higher... that's it... right there... now go easy... take it easy . . ." The pressure slowly increased and she felt the head of his cock stretch her tiny anal mouth wide. But she was very relaxed so that the sphincter was not too tight. Suddenly his cock head popped inside. She thought she felt stuffed before, but that was nothing in comparison to the way she felt now! She was surprised that there was not as much pain as she had expected. There was a lot of pressure, though. There had to be with as much cock as there was in her! She was really full now! And she loved it! It had felt good to be fucked in the ass in the past, but the double fucking she was now getting was fantastic. She crouched over Steve. His huge cock was filling her cunt to its limit, and now Grant's cock was filling her ass to its limit! Grant began reaming her slowly. She was pinned between the two cocks and couldn't move much on her own. But Steve took over and was also slowly fucking into her cunt by thrusting his hips up and down. The pleasure was so sweet Lynda didn't want it to ever stop. Steve and Grant had gotten their movements coordinated, but on counter moves. As Steve's cock went deep into her pussy, Grant's cock was drawn back until just the head was still inside her ass. Then the situation was reversed. This relieved some of the pressure and let Lynda concentrate just on the pleasure she was feeling. She could feel their cocks rubbing the thin membrane separating her cunt canal from her anal passage. She was pinned between the two men, on her knees, sweating. Her full firm tits were hanging freely; bouncing with each thrust the men made. Her nipples were grazing Steve's chest, increasing her pleasure. Lynda's eyes were closed and her mouth was agape. She was breathing hard. A lewd smile of pure carnal delight caressed her full red mouth. "Yes! Yes!" she whispered hotly." Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck me all over! I want another cock in my mouth! I want to suck a pretty cock while I'm being fucked in my cunt and my ass." Matt wasted no time in fulfilling her wish. He knelt in front of her, straddling Steve's head. His cock was standing firm and ready for her mouth. He inched forward on his knees until she could reach the cock with her open, sensuous mouth. Lynda's eyes were open now, watching the cock move toward her mouth. She ovaled her mouth as Matt shoved his cock to her. When it went into her mouth, he kept moving forward until she had taken all of it she could handle. Then she sucked. She made no attempt to do it with any finesse. She didn't use her tongue to lick it and tickle it. She just sucked hard, and her head bobbed back and forth. She wanted Matt's cum shooting down her throat and she wasn't wasting any time trying to get it! Matt felt as if his cock was caught in a powerful vacuum. She was sucking him so hard he wondered if she was going to pull his cock out by the roots. But he loved every second of it! There was no pain, just the hard sucking action and the smooth lips masturbating his prick. And he was about ready to give her what she wanted. There was no question that he could hold back. She was demanding that he come and he could only comply. Lynda's orgasm hit her suddenly. One moment she felt just the two cocks working in her cunt and ass and the one fucking her in the mouth. Then she was cumming! She was moaning around Matt's cock and twisting her body back and forth and from side to side as the other pricks pumped in and out of her. Her hot cum brought on three more! Just as she felt Matt's cock pour come into her sucking mouth, Steve shot a load into her cunt and Grant's spurted his load into her ass. She was filled with jism. She completely drained all three men and kept working her mouth and muscles until she was sure she had gotten every drop of cum juice they had to offer. She had thought she was tired before. Now she was so tired she was shaking with the effort to stay on her hands and knees. She collapsed on top of Steve, his rod still buried in her cunt. It was getting soft, but it was so big that it stayed in place. She had to release Matt's pole when she dropped, but Grant's cock was also still in her ass. He fell forward with her, making no effort to keep his weight off her back. His legs were spread wide outside her hips and he moved just enough to keep his pole buried in her ass. They lay in a pile together while resting. Lynda, Steve, Grant, and Matt may have been worn out by their activities, but those activities had been the stimulus needed to get the other four people back into action. They had watched the other four people as they fucked and sucked each other. Now they were turned on and ready to go. When the four were fucking had fallen into a tired heap, Tara sprang into action. She had wanted Brad and now was her chance. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. "Come here, Brad, and put that pretty cock in my cunt. I want you to fuck the hell out of me! I'm so hot I'm about to explode and you're the one to put out the fire." "I hope, dear lady, that I can make the fire greater. I think you have a fire that should never be put out completely." He moved between Tara's legs and did as he was bid. He knelt between her thighs as their four hands gripped his cock and pressed the head into her cunt. Tara gave a sudden lunge with her hips and the head slipped in. Tara hissed her pleasure through clenched teeth, as he pressed hard against her. He shoved hard and buried his tool to the hilt in her eager cunt. The throbbing ecstasy racing through him almost drove him mad as he felt the tight sheath of her pussy swallowing his cock. He put his hands under her ass and raised her off the floor to fuck her fiercely. She braced herself with her arms spread wide on the floor as she arched her back, raising her pussy so his prick could slide straight in. She put her legs up against his neck as he began fucking her in short, swift strokes. Angie couldn't resist the urge to sample at least a little of Tara. She crawled to the younger woman and put her mouth to the redhead's. They kissed deeply for a few minutes. Angie's tongue probed into Tara's mouth. They played a delightful game of tag with their tongues. Angie went deep into Tara's throat, moving her tongue around and in out like a little prick. Then Angie broke the kiss and moved her mouth to one of the redhead's firm tits. She sucked and nipped at the stiffening nipple. Jim, not to be left out, knee-walked to Angie's ass. He spread the lips of her prominent cunt with one hand and shoved his cock home. Angie stopped licking and sucking Tara's tit just long enough to look back at him. Angie said, "Uuuummmmmm, that is good! Shove it in me. Fuck me so good!" As Jim drove his shaft into Angie to the hilt from behind, she sucked harder on Tara's tits. She moved from one nipple to the other, giving each of them a hard going-over. Lynda couldn't stand being left out of any such activity. Tired as she was, she wanted some more fucking and sucking. She also wanted the opportunity to give Tara some of Steve's cum. It was still in her cunt. She went to Tara, turning her back on Brad, who was slowly fucking Tara's cunt. She knelt over Tara's head and grinned down at the lovely redhead. Spreading the lips of her pussy, she slowly lowered her ass until her sopping cunt was fixed firmly on Tara's mouth. Then she sucked in her breath sharply when Tara's tongue went into her cunt to lick out Steve's cream. Steve's recuperative powers were amazing! Lynda had thoroughly drained his cock with her sucking cunt only a few minutes before, but he was getting hard again. He decided to get into the action again. Lynda's mouth was the only place he saw that was not occupied with someone or something else. Standing in front of her, he held his hardening cock out to her. Just before she took the offered gift, Lynda looked at Grant and Matt. "Don't you two go away. As soon as you're rested enough, there are lots more pussy that wants your lovely cocks. You haven't come nearly as much as you're going to. So just stick around and watch the fun." Then Lynda took Steve's monstrous member into her mouth. She was kinder with it than she had been with Matt's earlier. Not because she was afraid she would hurt it, but because she wanted to savour the huge thing. She balanced herself just right over Tara's face so she could hump her ass back and forth, giving the delightful redhead the full range of her pussy from ass to clit. Taking Steve's wondrous tool in both hands she held it steady. She licked the head like she would an ice cream cone, running her tongue around and around the crest. Then she licked the length of the shaft and went back up to the head. She sucked that into her mouth. But she couldn't get much more than just the head inside. Still, she used her lips and tongue to bring intense pleasure to his face. They established a rhythm among them. Tara's tongue in Lynda's cunt kept time with Han's cock in her own cunt. Lynda sucked Steve's cock in time with Tara's tongue. Angie could feel the rhythm between Brad and Tara. She tongued and licked Tara's tits in time with that rhythm. Jim matched his thrusts into Angie to those of Brad into Tara. The air was filled with the slurping and sucking sounds and reeked with the smell of sex. The group was so lost in their efforts they probably wouldn't have known it if the building had fallen down! They fucked and sucked with increasing passion. Soon come was flowing everywhere. Tara started cumming first. Her moans of pleasure triggered orgasms in Angie and Lynda. Their orgasms brought Steve and Jim to their own shattering cums. This time they all had to rest. They were too worn out to move very far from where they fell after every one had been drained. Later, after the men had finally staggered out of the boutique on their way to their respective homes, the girls all agreed that this had been a 'suck-cess-ful' evening any way you wanted to look at it! Angie, Tara, and Lynda were sitting together in the boutique having a coffee break during a lull in what had been a very busy morning. "You know, girls, if business keeps up this way, we may actually turn this `hobby' into a business... may even make some money!" Angie chuckled. "Yes, I've been thinking the same thing," Tara agreed. "In fact, I've been thinking about the merchandise show in Houston. I think business has picked up enough that we can safely assume we will still be in business next season. Guess we'd better go and buy a fall line, don't you think?" "Good idea. I think we're on safe enough financial ground to assume we will be here for the next two seasons again. But only two of us can go to market. One of us is going to have to stay here to run the boutique. Who shall it be? Any volunteers?" The women all looked at each other... dead silence ensued. . no volunteers? They all wanted to go to Houston! Not only was picking out the clothes for the boutique a lot of fun... like one giant shopping marathon . . . but the nights back at the hotels could be very interesting. Staying at plush hotels... eating gourmet food in lovely dining rooms... meeting lots of interesting men... not one of them wanted to pass that up! After a long silence, Tara spoke up. "I'll tell you what... we'll draw straws. Short straw stays home. Agreed?" Lynda didn't want to take the chance of getting the short straw, but she knew she had to be fair and pull her share of the responsibility in the group if she had to. "Oh, all right. But I sure hope I don't get that damned short straw!" she pouted. Angie laughed. "That's what I like about you, Lynda... you're unselfishness." "Well, I can't help it, Angie. I love to go to market... all those fascinating men... away from home... it's like a glorious smorgasbord... and I just love shopping." "Let's get this over with. Lynda, go get three straws out of the broom." Lynda returned with the three brittle straws and handed them to Tara. She literally held her breath as Tara broke the straws and held them out in her hand for the other women to pick one. Each of the other two women carefully considered the straws and gingerly pulled one from Tara's fist. Lynda squealed with delight when the straw that she had drawn a long straw. Angie sighed with disappointment. She had drawn the short straw. "Wouldn't you know it? You girls get to go have all the fun, and I have to stay here as the drudge! Oh well, you never know. Maybe some tall, handsome stranger will stroll in here and sweep me off my feet while you two are having all the fun in Houston." She laughed. "Then you'll be sorry you left me here all alone." Little did she know just how true her off-handed prediction was to become. Soft Orgasms in the Park Hello Literotica! This is my first submission, comments and voting are appreciated and encouraged! Before I recorded this, I had been sunbathing outside at a local park for about an hour or so. I put my vibrator in my undies and listened to erotic stories. I've been experimenting a little with this practice as of late, just listening to the moans and sighs of you lovely Literotica women (special shoutout to Koalagirl1 and Misskittensk for getting me all hot and bothered today) while I'm out doing my daily tasks. This afternoon when I sat down I vowed to listen to 5 erotic stories before I went to get myself off. By the time that happened, my clit had gotten so sensitive from my arousal that I came preeeety quickly. I hope you guys enjoy listening to it ;) I didn't think I was actually going to submit this until after I recorded and listened to it. I went straight from the park to the gym (I always try to go to the gym while I'm still aroused, it makes me work ten times harder) and listened to the audio I had just made while I was on the treadmill. It made me so hot-- I wasn't expecting to be so aroused by listening to it, but by the time my workout was over (I was listening to it on repeat the whole time), I knew I needed to get off again. The showers at my gym have the detachable shower heads. I had never actually used one on my clit before, but I did today and I think my motivation to work out more just jumped from zero to one hundred! But I digress. So I decided to post it here (first story yay!) so that others could enjoy the sound of my moans as much as I did. I listened to it again as I was crawling in bed and I just had to get off again (and again, and again.). Needless to say, I've had a pretty eventful day. I hope you all enjoy this audio! ;) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (7 min/mp3) * * * * * Soft, Sensual and Primal Moans Some soft, sensual and primal moaning... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (6 min/mp3) * * * * * Soft- Shelled Angel WARNING: this is a lemon! So if you don't like to read about animated characters gettin' their freak on, are you are under 18, or if this isn't allowed where you live, press the back button and stay away from 'Lemon' sites in the future. BATTLE ANGEL, Gally, and all other characters, with the exception of Hoshin, are property of Yukito Kishiro and Viz manga. A NOTE ON THIS FIC: it starts out slow, but the later half is all good stuff. I write fics with plots, sorry. If you want to get right into it, the dirty stuff starts about page 13 or so. A FURTHER NOTE ON CONTINUITY: I am using the plot from the manga; so don't look for that doctor Chiren, because she doesn't exist here. Also, I am using the names from the original Japanese wherever I can. So don't say you weren't warned! Enjoy! * * * * * Soft-Shelled Angel 1: To Prove Herself Wrong Transmission Begins... Something was wrong. Gally knew it and it had her very worried. Her rescuer, Daisuke Ido, was going out every night with that strange, heavy case rolling beside him on its little wheels. He never took that case with him when he went out during the day, and when he returned in the morning, he always had some new part for her body. The fact that he seemed to want to keep this midnight scavenging a secret wouldn't have bothered Gally normally, but something else was going on in the nighttime streets of Scrap Iron City. 'Be careful, Gally. There's a murderer on the loose. He's running around, slitting the throats of pretty young things like you.' Maybe Daisuke was buying parts from the killer. Maybe he was just a cyber-vulture, salvaging corpses from murder scenes to keep his parts cost down. Gally didn't care. Whatever his connection, it was going to get him into trouble. She had been helpless when she'd first heard him slip out in the middle of the night, being little more than a torso with arms, but now she would follow him. She would put a stop to this. There was a third possibility; one that Gally didn't like to think about. It was far worse than Ido being unscrupulous in his parts hunting. But that was a much more direct link to the killings than Gally would entertain without proof. That was why she was shadowing him. To prove herself wrong. She followed his route a little way, then got ahead of him when he turned quickly into an alley. The alley was a simple stone walkway on the end Ido entered, but it widened about halfway to allow for dumpsters behind shops and stayed wide to the other end. Gally entered from the wide end. When she got to the place where the small path ended, she hid herself away behind some pipes. Shadows keeping the glint of her metal body from view, she waited for Daisuke to emerge. Gally's breath caught as Daisuke "Doc" Ido's silhouette, marked by his round-crowned Quaker's hat, appeared from the narrow path into the wider area and flattened itself against the wall beside it. He appeared to be listening for sounds from the small stone lane. There was something to hear, too. Although Daisuke had stopped moving, Gally still heard footsteps. Someone was coming down the alley's narrower path. Daisuke, apparently aware of the approaching person, had already turned away from the steady sounds. He was bent over the heavy wheeled trunk, the one she had never seen inside of. He was busy working with something, but Gally couldn't see what. The footsteps were much closer now; at least halfway to the wider path. She could just make out a dim figure, slim and tall, though not as tall as Ido. Gally could see something strange about its feet. They were too small and caused the person to walk with a swing to the hips. High heels. A woman. Daisuke! She glanced back at Ido, and felt her stomach (or the place where it should have been in this cyborg body) roll lazily at what he had removed from the trunk and assembled. It was a staff. Over seven feet long. With a huge hammer or wedge shape on the end. Daisuke! Please don't let it be true! This was that third possibility. What she had hoped to disprove by coming here she was about to confirm with her own eyes. Gally felt a scream rise in her throat as Ido hefted the staff in both hands and she stepped from her hiding place, intending to run forward and catch her engineer/adoptive father's arm... Break in Transmission... Hi! Professor Desty Nova here! I'm sorry for stopping the story that you've been engrossed in, but I have to inform you that this story is not going to go the way you think! I have recreated the original events thus far to set a control sequence for my karmic simulation experiments. My karmatronic theory was in part proven by the grand impact of Gally's decisions on the rest of the universe. As I can't alter past events (nor would I want to, given Gally's current state of affairs...Heehee!), I built this simulator to prove the converse: that a person of Gally's karmatronic potential can have just as much influence through inaction as through action. Through careful study of Gally's memories, I have arrived at the conclusion that the decision and action that propelled her into her current circumstances was stopping Ido from killing this mutant woman. This action put Gally into a position to rediscover her Panzer Kunst as well setting her in the role of Ido's protector. If she hadn't had that opportunity to fight for Ido, I postulate that her intense ambition and ease with bloodletting might not have flowered in the same way, if at all. Ah, but for me, this is as much entertainment as it is experimentation, so let's get back to the simulation! I'm eager to see how it plays out! Transmission Resumes... Gally came out of hiding, ready to run forward and stop Ido from swinging his hammer, and then... She froze. She was gripped by an emotional paralysis as complete as a full-body shutdown. If she stopped Ido, then she would have to acknowledge that he was a murderer. If she admitted that, even to herself, then she would have to do something about it. What would she do, if she stood up right now and screamed for him to stop? If she stayed his hand from its murderous business, what could she do? Could she defend herself against him, if his rage and madness was turned on her? She stood there, out in the open, motionless with indecision, tears of frustration welling from synthetic ducts; she agonized over the choice. Then the woman stepped from the stone path into Ido's reach, and the decision was no longer hers to make. He raised the hammer, at the same time pressing a button on the handle. A white-hot flame shot from the back of the weapon, propelling it down onto the head of the figure in the archway. The figure seemed to crumple and twitch before it fell. It never even turned its head. Gally cringed, and that "phantom limb" feeling, like her stomach was curdling went through her again. Then Ido leaned over the body, and Gally suddenly turned and fled; her lithe cyber body as silent as when she had followed the murderer into this nightmare. She fled, not just to avoid discovery, but also to try and shake off the memories that were even now pressing in against her. Memories of violence she'd seen done before, where her hands were the ones covered in blood, her voice crying out in bloodthirsty rage, her mind going to white bliss as she slaughtered her way through strange locations. These were memories, not phantasms or waking nightmares. She knew that; felt it. She'd done those things. No! Done those things and enjoyed them. No, dammit! She had been a soldier. No, no, no! A good little soldier. Shut up!! She ran on into the night; fighting the memories, not knowing where she was running to, just putting enough space between her and the nightmare of her sweet Daisuke pounding that woman to the floor as a nail into wood, of him removing the head, as if he was taking a killer's trophy. She ran to escape her past and her present. 2: To Escape from Her Past After a while, her mind went blank; the memories of her past (and Ido's night job) safely suppressed in some backwater of her brain. When she was able to come back to herself, she realized that it was dawn, and that she was in a marketplace. She noticed it wasn't the normal marketplace Ido had taken her to before her body was completed. That place had been an open bazaar, full of people from the Scrapyard (most of whom she knew) hawking their wares. Here, almost all the customers seemed better off than the shopkeepers. They probably worked for the factory. The factory must run this marketplace. Gally thought as she wandered around, wondering at all the strange items and high-class goods. "Excuse me, young lady!" Gally jumped at the voice. She turned around to see one of the shopkeepers standing over her. He was a tall, tanned man in his early thirties, dressed in workpants and an undershirt, with some kind of fractal pattern tattooed on his neck. A metal section in his shaved head indicated that he'd had a hard drive and processor installed to allow for quick data access on the job. His grin showed perfect dental work. "Sorry if I scared you. I'm Hoshin! I work the cyber-synth booth!" Gally looked up at the merchant, now more curious than shaken. She tried to smile back, and found it was easy when she looked at the merchant's calm, pleasant face. "My name's Gally! Nice to meet you!" Hoshin reaction surprised Gally. He threw back his head and laughed. The sound was as huge as he was and it rolled out through the marketplace like the sound of waves crashing onto shoreline cliffs. When he stopped, he grinned down at her again. "Well now! I can see that you're not one of the usual snobs who frequent this place. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Gally. Mind if I ask what a pretty lil' thing like you might be looking for?" Gally looked down at her ankles, glinting in the morning light. "Actually, I've never been here before." Hoshin reached down and ruffled her hair, making her giggle. "No problem, little one! I know this place like I know my own shop. I can tell you about the best place to get anything you might want, and I can tell you a few places to avoid at all costs." She noticed a building between two tents selling organs, built out of red brick. She could see men coming and going through a red curtain that served as a door. She pointed at it and looked up at Hoshin. "What's that place? It looks popular." Hoshin's face darkened from the radiant grin to a slightly disgusted smile. "That, my dear, is one of those places you might want to give a wide berth. It is a flesh show and brothel." "Flesh show?" "A place where a girl takes off her clothes and wiggles around naked on stage. The customers throw more money to see more skin, and they'll pay extra to have a girl's warm flesh writhing on their own. Pray you never have to make chips that way." Gally looked down at her body, her soldier's body, and felt the tears threaten again. "I couldn't do it anyway," she said to Hoshin, raising her shirt to expose her metal chassis. "No skin to show, see?" "Damn shame..." Hoshin muttered. His carefree grin dropped off is face, replaced by a look of sorrow at her situation. He continued after a moment. "Your entire body?" "Yup. I've been a cyborg as far back as I can remember." She lowered her shirt, a little embarrassed even with her metal body. Hoshin's eyes narrowed. "Just how old are you?" "I don't really know," Gally's own eyes lowered as she tried to ignore the memories that wanted to smother her. "My memory's gone, and although I've made new friends, no one from the Scrapyard seems to know me from before." Hoshin's face was long with commiseration. He seemed to consider in that benevolent, yet self-centered way that is the sole province of good-natured shopkeepers. Finally, he opened his eyes again. "Gally, I don't want to get your hopes up, but can I get a closer look at that body?" "Um, why?" Gally said, a little guardedly. She wore the octopus-lipped pout she used whenever Gonz made fun of her for being given the cat's name. Hoshin could see her trepidation and raised a hand to reassure her. "My intentions are merely business related, dear. I just think I might have an alternative to your current body, shiny and strong as it is." Gally's eyes lit up. "Really? What do you mean? What alternative?" "Hang on there, lil' lady." Hoshin now held up both hands in a stopping gesture. "I won't say anything until I get a look at the body you're currently wearing! Now, if you'll step into my office, I can show you my wares, and find out if you can afford them." Gally hesitated for a moment, but only a moment. Her dislike of her metal body; of its potential for violence, was very strong right then. She would not pass up a chance to be rid of it. So when Hoshin held up the curtain that served as his shop's door, Gally entered without a look back. 3: Without a Look Back Gally stepped under the curtain, and into a room full of dolls. Headless dolls. Shiny, pink bodies hung from hooks under their arms; men and women, all headless and anatomically blank. If the room had been dark, she might've screamed, thinking they were corpses. As it was, she started when she saw them, before she saw the cybernetic hookups and lack of genitalia. "Don't worry," said Hoshin. "They won't bite." Gally reached out and took hold of the wrist of one of the female bodies. She saw the minute detail, the softness of the flesh, and the close resemblance to real skin. She pressed the hand to her face, the only place on her body where she could feel more than the pressure and location of a touch. It was soft, firm, like Daisuke's hand but smoother. Hoshin watched her smiling. "That's the cyber-synth skin. Nice, isn't it?" Gally nodded. "Put it down and come in here for a moment, okay Gally?" She nodded again, and walked over to where he sat by a computer and diagnostic table. She stopped in front of him, waiting patiently. "Take off your clothes." Gally's eyes widened. Hoshin chuckled, as if he had only said it to get a reaction. "Relax, Gally. Like you said, there's no skin to show. I just want to see what kind of body you're wearing and what condition it's in." Gally stood for a moment, but she trusted this man's intentions, and the lure of a new body was too strong. She disrobed and stood shining and naked before him. Hoshin examined her very thoroughly. His hands inspected and searched every inch of her metal body, but even when his hand ran between her legs or over her chest, she could see he was only examining a joint or testing the strength of her outer shell. All during this examination, he kept up a running critique of her body's design and workmanship. "I don't believe it...put together from at least 3 different body types, but they're machined together so well that it could have come from the factory this way." His eyes narrowed as he went over the spot where her brand new left leg joined her hip. "I've seen a weld like this before," He looked up at her shrewdly. "You're that girl Doc Ido found, aren't you?" Gally nearly jumped out of her shell. "You know Ido?" "I know mister Gonz," Hoshin got up and sat down before the computer, wiping the oil from one of her joints off of his fingers. "He brought in an arm for my old girlfriend. Had a weld looked just like that one. I've never seen one even half as well done outside the factory techs." "He is great with his hands." Gally replied as she sat on the table. Hoshin grunted a laugh, which confused her, but he continued on before she could raise a question. "Anyway," he said. "I think that body you have there is more than worth it as a trade in." "Trade in?" she asked. "You mean for one of those?" "Of course, that was the alternative I was referring to." He flipped a switch on the console to his right, and a female body about Gally's size with light peach skin buzzed toward them on its suspension coil. "These synthetic bodies were originally developed for cyborgs that were starting to go insane from not experiencing the sense of touch. It was a problem similar to what drove lepers mad in ancient times. The mind would attempt to compensate for the lack of tactile sensation by creating audio & visual hallucinations." Hoshin clicked the keys to a computer on his left this time, and a green strip of light ran over her body from top to toes. He hit another key, and the synthetic body began to change proportions to match Gally's own. "They got that problem under control within a few years, but there are still people who prefer to have a more human exterior, not to mention a full range of sensation beyond pressure." Gally's eyes flicked up and down the synthetic body. "Umm...isn't it missing something?" she pointed to the undefined junction between the legs. Hoshin nodded. "That's what you could call an 'optional feature' of the body," his fingers poised over the keyboard, waiting. "You want me to activate it?" "Can you turn it off if I change my mind?" "Sure!" he clacked the keys and motioned for Gally to take a closer look. She walked closer to the body and leaned in to see. Hoshin clicked a few keys, and the blank mound split, and then blossomed into sweet, pink lips. Gally's eyes widened as the soft folds pulled back and the opening inside her new body went deeper. A small bump formed at the head of the cleft, and a little hood grew over it. "It's pretty!" Gally said, entranced by the transformation, bending forward so far to examine the newly made clitoris that her nose slipped inside the open cleft. A strange musk wafted to her nostrils. She breathed it in. She heard Hoshin click a few more keys, and then her new pussy twitched shut, nipping her nose in the process. Gally yelped in surprise. Hoshin grinned. "Sorry," he said, setting up another system on the monitor to his right. "They tend to tighten up when the process is complete." Gally rubbed her nose and examined the body's new sex. Now that it was finished, it looked like a small, coral pink slash in the groin. Hoshin looked up from his work for a minute. "Y'know, you'll get a much better view if you go around back." Gally nodded, then went around the back of the body and looked between the legs. She saw what looked like a ripe peach with a split down its middle. She spread the cheeks to get a better look, and then noticed something else missing. "Umm... Hoshin?" Hoshin looked up from the screens, saw where she was looking and chuckled. "Oh, that! You sure you want one of those?" Gally pouted. "Well, why wouldn't I want one?" Absently, she ran a hand down to where her own metal cheeks came together, wondering. Hoshin continued: "There's no digestive system in these bodies. Food is converted molecularly. So there's really only one use for having an opening back there." Gally blushed. "Oh! Ummm...I guess it couldn't hurt to have one." Hoshin's grin widened. "Okay, kinky girl. You got it." A few more keystrokes, and an opening appeared, then snapped closed. Now a tiny puckered cavity rested between the spread cheeks. Hoshin got up and moved beside her, restraining her hand when she tried to put it between the legs. "I know you want to touch it, but your metal hands are a bit much for that area. They might damage the synthetic nerves." Gally pouted, but then smiled as she got an idea. She spread the cheeks again and nestled her face in between them. Hoshin turned away, blushing like a furnace, and checked one of the monitors. "I guess that's one solution." He said. Soft- Shelled Angel The skin of the body's sex was very soft and pliant as her lips pressed against it. It was like some strange kiss. Her tongue snaked into the cleft, tasting the salt-sweet of the synth skin as it explored the crevice. She nuzzled closer, enjoying the sensations, lapping at what would soon become her own pussy. Hoshin's hand on her shoulder stopped her. She pulled back and looked at him. "What do ya think, Gally?" he asked, wiping a little saliva from her chin. "You want to trade?" She grinned and nodded. "Then hop up on here, kinky girl!" Hoshin patted the exam bed. "Stop calling me that!" she growled as she lay down. "I'm not kinky!" "Eating your own box is about as kinky as you can get without leather straps being involved." Hoshin grinned impishly as he set the synth-skin body on the table. "And that's not even mentioning the butt thing." Gally rolled her eyes as Hoshin inserted a cable in her neck. "I don't have a 'butt thing'." She was blushing furiously. "I just thought I might want to try it once." "Whatever you say," Hoshin replied, and released the seal on her body. 4: Suicide, or maybe Murder The transfer was a simple process, and one she'd been through before when Ido had decided to upgrade her from the torso he'd found her in. First, her body's seal was released and her extremities disconnected, leaving only involuntary functions running. Then she was put into a brief comatose state as her head, spine and heart system were moved to the new body. The comatose state is very short (just over thirty-five seconds, in Gally's case), but just like any unconscious state, it can seem much longer to those who experience it. Gally dreamt that she was floating weightlessly in a black void. She called out, but not even an echo came back to her. A bright pink light flashed behind her, making her turn around. The void was being blocked out by what looked like silk cloth. It flowed around her until she was completely enclosed in the roseate material. In the center of the space she saw another girl; this one of flesh and blood. The girl was nude, and so was she; her metal body gleamed as she floated toward the other. Gally admired the other girl's body, all soft and pink. Then the girl turned to face her. She had dark hair, a small build, and large eyes. She looked familiar... The image swam. It was her! Another Gally stared back at her, a small smile on her lips. They held each other close, cyborg and human, like lost lovers reunited, and as they did, Gally realized that the other girl was a part of her mind. This soft-shelled version of her was everything she'd been denying herself since she'd left her original body behind; all the soft vulnerability of being human: first of being a child, then a woman. All the warmth, depth and feeling of human contact; all the embraces, caresses, and feeling of a normal life; all the innocence and happiness that could have been hers. Gally sighed and held her other self closer. She could actually feel the warm body pressed against her cold steel. Her fingers stroked gently up and down the doppelganger's back. Her lips traced a line up a neck that felt feverish, then came to bear on her other self's mouth. As they kissed, Gally's sense of identity was swept away. She was seeing both halves of her personality from the outside. The soldier and murderer (in this state, she could not block out her memories of Mars), clad in her metal body, feeling strange to be kissed and held by someone else, and the soft one, the lover and child; feeling ecstatic at the touch of her other's shivery chrome frame. She could feel the soldier's bloodlust, and her fear at having her viciousness challenged by these new feelings and sensations. The lover simply accepted the other's licking and stroking, even taking two of the soldier's fingers inside her. She moaned into soldier Gally's ear. The soldier was responding, in spite of her fear. She was excited by the lover's caresses, aroused by the wetness that her fingers were exploring, intoxicated by the scent coming off the lover's skin. Her body seemed to soften under the heat of the lover; her breasts were squeezed and fondled, her ass cheeks gripped and kneaded. One of the lover's fingers slid into a wet opening that hadn't been there a moment earlier. Gally was gone now, lost in their coupling. She felt both the innocent pleasure of the flesh and blood lover, along with the fear, hate and lust of the now wet and open soldier. She felt her tongue enter a cunt that looked like metal, but tasted like flesh, and felt the same tongue enter her quivering sex down below. She was both cold steel and hot skin as their lovemaking became more intense. Both bodies tensed as the orgasm shot through them, turning the world white. Then she was in only one body again; the lover's. Sweat cooling on her skin; she looked up into the face of the soldier. Tears stood out in her metal counterpart's eyes. A look of violated rage was on her face. Lover Gally's eyes widened in surprise. Somehow, she heard the thoughts running through the soldier's mind: How could-how could- how could you? Suddenly, a long knife was in the soldier's hand. She brought it down between Gally's breasts; tearing skin and snapping bone. Slices and rents spread throughout the lover's body as she screamed herself awake... 5: Fresh and Pink The intense pain followed her to wakefulness, bringing a muttered cry from her sleeping lips. The pain came from her whole body all at once, and it was overpowering once she was awake. Even the strangled cry she'd made on waking was ground to powder between her clenched teeth. Then suddenly, it was gone. Her vision cleared, revealing Hoshin standing over her. "Welcome back, kinky girl!" his smile faded and he looked apologetic. "I'm sorry about the pain, Gally. The body runs a test of the pain/pleasure receptors and it feels awful. Did you feel it all over?" Gally groaned and closed her eyes again. "Yeah. It felt like I was inside a meat grinder." "No numb spots?" Gally shook her head. Hoshin nodded. "Good. That means they're all working. Now we can check the intensity." Gally's eyes snapped open as Hoshin stabbed her foot with what felt like a red-hot needle. "Ow! What the hell, Hoshin?" She was about to go on when she saw that Hoshin was holding the eraser of a pencil against her foot. Hoshin shook his head. "Your receptors are way too high. Let me dial 'em down a bit." He punched a few keys, then jabbed the pencil at her foot again. "How's that?" "I didn't feel it at all that time." "Crap. Too low." More keystrokes, then another tap on her foot. "What about that?" "Uncomfortable. Didn't really hurt." "Perfect. How do you feel?" he ran a hand over her stomach. Gally arched her back into his hand. "Mmmmm. I feel nice. I love being like this." She tried to get up. Her thighs rubbed together, causing waves of pleasure to flow over her. She lay back on the table, whining back in her throat. "Why do I feel so hot down there?" "Well, your body was active while you were licking it." Hoshin smirked. "It was still capable of receiving stimuli even before you were connected to it. You're just feeling what any girl feels after being French-kissed between her legs." That might be why she had that crazy dream. She pulled herself into a sitting position, bracing herself with her arms. Her new breasts jiggled on her chest as she moved; the nipples hard from the cold air. She sighed as her new, wet pussy lips pressed together around her clit; smiling as her breathing became more ragged. She stood up and looked back over her shoulder at Hoshin, who promptly stopped staring at her buns and went back to resealing her old body so he could display it for sale. "Sorry 'bout that." Gally's smile broadened as she walked nimbly around the table, the motion of her labia rubbing together clouding her mind with pleasure. She came up behind Hoshin and wrapped her arms around him. He turned around and looked down at the little naked girl hugging him. "Hoshin?" "Yeah, kinky girl?" he ran a hand through her hair, making her giggle. She stepped back from him; hands clasped behind her. "I don't mind you looking at me, Hoshin." As Hoshin's eyes roamed over her body, she turned around and looked over her shoulder. "In fact, I kind of like it." She leaned over the examination table and wiggled her ass at him, sticking it out so that the light caught her wet, pink sex. Hoshin couldn't resist. He'd been hard ever since Gally had spread her ass-cheeks and started tonguing her own pussy. He came forward and held her close; her butt pressing enticingly against his throbbing erection. He cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples and taking playful bites at her neck. Gally wriggled and snuggled back against him, loud moans coming from her in time with his caresses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. "You're very good with your hands, too." She turned her head and tried to kiss him on the mouth, but Hoshin pulled his face away from her at the reference to Ido. "Weren't you planning on doing this with the Doc?" he asked, his hands dropping from their work on her chest to hold her stomach; not quite willing to relinquish the embrace. Gally put her hands over his and answered in a soft, sad voice. "I don't know what will happen between Daisuke and me," she gripped his hands tightly. "I did this for myself. I hated being all cold and hard. I wanted to be able to feel." Now a smile entered her voice. "I'm glad I did, because now I get to feel all the wonderful things a real body can experience." She sighed, then returned Hoshin's hands to her breasts. "Like what you were doing a moment ago, Hoshin." She leaned back and kissed him, their tongues lancing as they panted into each other's mouths. His hands ran up and down her body; squeezing her breasts, pinching the nipples, stroking her stomach, occasionally teasing the soft flesh between her thighs. Her moans were almost screams now, and Hoshin flipped off the 'Store Open' sign as well as the outside lights so they wouldn't be interrupted. After an especially long kiss, Gally spoke a breathless request into his neck. "Hoshin, please use your hands on me down there. No more teasing." She placed his hand between her legs. "Please do it to me." Hoshin smiled and nodded, and Gally closed her eyes in anticipation. Then she yelped with surprise as he lifted her up, flipped her, and deposited her upon the exam table. She was suddenly lying on her back with her legs open. Hoshin's hand was between her thighs again, and he started rubbing her lips in small circles. Gally smiled and writhed under his fingers, pushing her hips up to get as much pressure on her sex as possible. Hoshin kept rubbing her, every so often leaving the soaked flower of her cunt to focus on the bud of her clitoris, making her tremble and cry out. By now, she was squirming like she was possessed, her back arched and twisting, and her mouth open and drooling a little. Then one of Hoshin's fingers missed and slipped inside her. Gally screamed, her legs spreading as wide as they would go. She propped herself up on her elbows and bucked her hips against his hand. Gally called out to him: "Make me cum! Oh, God, Hoshin! Make me cum!" she threw her head back, her mouth wide open. Hoshin did not have to be asked twice. He inserted his middle finger next to his first and began to piston them in and out of her slit. Gally's hips rose to meet his hand, fucking his fingers until her stomach tensed, her ass lifted off the table, and her throat locked as she came. Her orgasm buried her like a tidal wave, and the world went white. For a moment she saw her soldier self, basking in the pleasure of a fresh kill. Then it was gone; she once again had no memories before Daisuke had found her in the trash heap. For a while, Gally basked in the glow as Hoshin licked his fingers clean of her synthetic cum, then she sat up and kissed him, tasting her cunt on his lips. After a while, he broke the kiss, and his head dropped down between her legs. Gally sighed as his tongue probed between her hips, licking her sex clean. When he came back up to her, they kissed again briefly, and then Gally jumped down from the table so she could cuddle up to him. Her hand slid down below Hoshin's belt buckle to the thickness beneath. She smiled impishly up at him. "My turn now," she said, undoing the clasp on his trousers; letting them drop to his ankles. She followed the pants, trailing kisses down his stomach as she went to her knees. He smiled down at her as she reached into his boxers and stroked him. "Damn, Gally... talk about good with your hands!" Gally pulled Hoshin's boxers down, and jerked her head back in surprise as his cock sprang out. It wasn't far enough, and the tip of his manhood landed on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the ten-inch monster. Hoshin tried to keep a straight face, then burst out laughing. Gally glared up at him for a moment, pouting, his penis still aimed between her eyes. Then an idea came to her. She twisted; quick as a snake, so that the head of his dick slipped into her mouth. Hoshin's laughter turned into a loud moan as Gally ran her tongue over his helmet. A drop of cum formed at the tip, and she licked it up eagerly. The slick, salty taste of it was intoxicating. She wanted more. She took it out of her mouth and smiled wickedly at Hoshin. Although Hoshin didn't notice the grin, he couldn't help but notice when Gally started running her tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it over the tip whenever another drop of cum appeared. Hoshin was in heaven, but there was something more he wanted. While Gally was sucking on his tip, he put his hands on her head and pulled her toward him gently. Gally understood, and let his cock slide all the way into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat, and there was still half of it left. She concentrated on opening her throat, then sighed onto his prick as it slid the rest of the way down. She started bobbing her head, sliding her tongue all over him. She turned her head as she nodded on him, adding a twisting motion to her attentions. Hoshin was on the brink, and then Gally started working her throat muscles around the rim of his cock-head. The merchant couldn't hold back, and he started to pull out of her mouth, but Gally caught his slick meat in one hand on the way out and aimed it between her lips. She kept sucking on his tip while she jerked him with one hand. Suddenly Hoshin grunted, his dick pulsed in her mouth, and she felt some cloying, sticky stuff coat her tongue. He kept shooting into her mouth until she thought she was going to choke, and then the pulsing faded out. She drank down all of Hoshin's cum, and licked his cock clean. "Mmmmm. You taste good, Hoshin." Gally stood up, her throat working as she swallowed the last sticky morsel, and held Hoshin close. They kissed, and Hoshin's hands kneaded her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Gally quivered with pleasure as the cold air hit her anus. Hoshin slipped a finger into her little butt-hole. It slid inside easily, well lubricated by the juice that had dripped down her ass earlier. She let out a surprised squeak, then moaned loudly as he quickly worked his digit in and out. Her ass suddenly clenched, her nails dug into his back, and she let loose a scream that Hoshin was sure would earn some curios looks when he left the tent. After a while, she loosened her grip. She smiled up at him, panting and holding his wrist, keeping his finger inside her. Her anus throbbed and puckered around it. A sloppy, embarrassed grin spread across her face. "Wow. I guess I do have a 'butt-thing', don't I?" she let his hand go, and his finger came out of her with a pop, making her yelp again. Her hands rubbed at her ass, but she was smiling. She hugged Hoshin tightly. After showering up, Gally dressed and took one last look at her old body. It looked like some medieval suit of armor, all violence and blood. She felt ill at the thought that she'd been wearing it when she'd come in here. She couldn't even bring herself to touch it. When she came outside, Hoshin was displaying a couple 'blank' bodies out in front of his shop. He pointed to the bazaar's TV feed as he adjusted a tube top over the female body's nipples. "You're friend the Doc's on TV again." Gally blinked and looked up at the feed. "Huh? What do you mean again?" On the screen, Ido was shown walking up the steps to the factory; a large, disturbing bundle over his shoulder. The scene switched to show Daisuke and a Deckman seeming to haggle over a mangled corpse. There was no sound on the feed, but the headline read: Killer Caught! She looked back at Hoshin, confused. He smirked at her inexperience. "You didn't know he was a Hunter-Warrior?" "Hunter-Warrior?" "A Bounty hunter; paid by the factory for every criminal head he brings in. They're the only ones who keep the peace around here." So that's what Daisuke was doing every night. He was hunting down bounties for the reward, so he could complete her body. Her heart almost did a back flip with relief! Her worst fears allayed, she embraced Hoshin one last time and then headed back into the city. Daisuke would be worried about her. Break in Transmission... Err...ummm...okay. Hi! Desty Nova again! Dear me, I must admit I had been expecting something more along the line of a cringing mouse of a woman, or maybe a really grisly suicide. Even insanity was not out of the question. It's surprising to find her defiant streak manifesting in a desire for physicality. She seems to view love, sex, and pleasure as a polar opposite to the murderer she had been, and was destined to become again. A simple feeling of disgust at the thought of Daisuke Ido committing murder transformed into a severe phobia or antipathy toward all violence. Honestly, I didn't see it coming, if you'll pardon the pun. Heh...heh... Kyahahahah! Well, I'll have more after the simulator has compiled for a while. Until then! Transmission Ends. Author's Note: Well, there it is. I hope you like it. You can let me know, one way or the other, at the address in my profile. Please include the title in the subject of your email, so I know not to delete it. Oh, and flames will be deleted out of hand, along with anything hateful or childish. If you think I suck, then be specific, so I can get better. Thanks all, Linaslover. Soft Special Spot After your long day you drive, when you arrive you find me on my knees waiting for you. I have nothing on except a short strappy red sundress that you had instructed me to wear. You walk past me to the large over sized easy chair; you sit and remove your shoes then place your arms on the arm rests of the chair. I wait patiently. Finally you say "crawl to me pet". I happily go to you and take my position on my knees at your feet, my eyes down. I wait again. You say "look at me" and I raise my eyes. I can see you are tired, drained. You pat your lap. I crawl up and straddle you, balancing on my knees to sit on your crotch as you lay back against the forgiving chair cushions. You let out a groan. I reach the pad of my thumbs to massage between your eyes, slowly moving outward around your eye brows and then my fingertips at your temples. My lips kiss down your cheek to the place where your jaw meets your neck and my warm tongue draws in your earlobe to suckle. Your hands come to my hips and I release my weight to your hard denim crotch. I tug at your shirt to release it from the waist of your jeans and slowly unbutton. I work my way back kissing across your jaw and in a whispered voice I say "Sir, I am yours to use". I reach your lips and take your lip between my teeth for a tender nibble and tickle with my tongue as my hands slowly knead their way under your shirt to push it off your shoulders down your body. I inch my way back so that I am sitting on your thighs. I reach between your legs and through your jeans I massage your cock with my thumb while I reach with my fingers to cup your balls. Your jeans begin to strain with the presser from your hardened cock. I moan because I have been waiting all day to be here to pleasure you. You say "hush now". I look at you with my questioning eyes, you know what I want; you nod to give me permission. I rise to my feet and slid the straps of my sun dress off my shoulders... it drops to my feet and I drop to my knees, you spread your knees to allow me access. You know how much I want to bring you release, how much I want to please you. I reach for your belt buckle and it clinks as I unlatch it, then the button of your jeans, I pop it nimbly, then your zipper and kiss a soft trail of kisses to your waist line as I peel back your jeans to reveal the silky steel that twitches as it is released. I lean in at the base and firmly begin to draw a line up with my warm, wet, hot tongue. I do this once, twice and over again. I bring my mouth over the head and slowly but firmly suck your head while fisting up and down with my hand. I take you deeper and my mouth is dripping and watering... sucking. But I want that special spot. I reach up to slide your jeans off. You lift and I slide them down and off. This excites me because now I can reach my tongue down under your balls and tease the soft special spot. You groan as I pump my hand up and down. I groan and lick your balls, my tongue slides to the base of your cock and I take you deep again. My warm moist mouth mixing with your pre-cum, oh god... My hand takes over and my mouth moves south as my tongue dips down between your cheeks. My tongue is hot and your sensitive rim puckers with my invasion, you hiss in a breath, it's so hot listening to you take your pleasure. My hand is pumping, my tongue is licking and your balls begin to draw up. Your hands are in my hair pushing my face deeper, god you are so hard and all at once your body stiffens, your thighs quiver and you cum hard. After you catch your breath you say "good girl now clean me up" and I begin to lick your cock clean as you relax back into your chair, your eyes are closed and the tension is gone from your face. When I am finished you stand and lead me to the bedroom. For the pleasure of J Soft Summer Rain There is a soft rain falling tonight and all I can think about is what I would love to do to you, with you, if you were here with me. I would start the evening by bringing you several Wild Turkey shots, not enough to get you drunk, just blissfully relaxed. Then I would pull you up, full length against me, to kiss your lips softly until your hands were in my hair, showing me how you want it. I would take both your hands in mine and pull you out onto the steps and into the rain. Gently, I would push you down to kneel before you. I would massage and kiss the back of your neck sensuously, taking the time to inhale you with all of my senses. Slowly, I would kiss your neck and shoulders, from back to front, listening to your breathing so I would know everywhere and every way that you like to be kissed. Once I had taken in the feel and scent of you, I would pull the shirt from your hard chest, suckle your tiny nipples, and kiss you down the length of your abdomen. Lightly, I would run my nails up and down your crotch and zipper until I must strip them from you. I would tear the buttons to your jeans open with my teeth. I would move to brush your lips with mine and then briefly pull you up to strip your boxers off. Then I would move away slightly, to admire your muscled physique in the moonlight, wanting to memorize every inch of you. I have always believed that a woman should know her man intimately, with her whole being, sparing not one tiny detail about him. After drinking you in with my eyes for a long moment, I would drop to my knees to kiss and nip the insides of your firm your thighs; starting on one side and working my way up, meaning to mark you, but just a little bit. I would take my time, lightly bruising the tender flesh there, which would elicit soft, expectant groans from you. Then I would pause, just a fraction of an inch from the apex of your desire, to breathe heavily against your hard, thick cock, and let you hope for more. I would smile devilishly in the darkness, knowing that I have only just begun; that I intend to torture you for as long we both can stand it. You would pull my long hair down across your strong thighs to wrap it around your hardness, in that gentle, provocative way you have about you, titillating your cock and balls as I take you between my lips and nothing more, just holding you there with my lips wrapped tightly around you. As I would breathe hotly against your pulsing need, I know you would be torn between the need to fuck my mouth hard, and the desire to obey my unspoken command. Finally, you would opt to be still and wait for me to make the next move. Making love is, at times, a power struggle between us that we both delight in. I would make no sudden movements, just slow, deliberate actions that would lead you to the impossible heights of your longing need and darkest desires. I would feel, squeeze, and knead your full, firm balls with my fingers and palms, massaging all of your most sensitive places, until I am compelled to taste you. I'd run the tip of my hot, moist tongue up and down the entire length of you, making you wait, forcing you to slow to my pace. Then I'd claim the long, thick girth of you with my whole mouth, pushing you down my clutching throat as deeply as far as I can take you, and always pulling back to the very tip of your throbbing cock; so ready, so strong against my tongue and filling my mouth. However, I would be in no hurry this night. I would continue my pace for hours, for tonight, forever, sucking you more deeply into me, in an agonizingly slow rhythm, tightly forcing my ravenous lips down over your steel-hard shaft to pull back even more slowly, over and again, until you could barely stand to wait. I would pleasure you just that way, repeatedly, until you would be moaning my name, with your guttural groans filling the night sky and still I would show you no mercy. I would be pushing and pulling my lips up and down the steel-hard strength of you, always to pull back with unbearable suction, and then force my tight lips down over you, all the way down, until you are balls deep in my mouth. I would set a pace that would drive you mad, fill you with lust, and make you beg for release. Just when you were sure that you could stand no more, I would release you from the sweet prison of my mouth to stroke you, softly at first, with my hands, fingers, and palms. Lightly, I would trail my fingertips up and down the thick, hard length of you, even as a fiery, torturous, ache begins between my own thighs. Finally, I would trap you with my lips, sucking both of your exquisitely tight balls into my desirous mouth, laving them with my whole tongue wrapped around you. I would be lost in the rapture that we create and share together, while you groan, squirm, and buck. We would be so lost in each other, in the beauty of us that is our all-consuming love, lust, and passion, so lost that we would not care who might spy us from the nearby street and homes. I would only care that I mean to have my way with you for the entire night. I would envelope you wholly, to please and tease, pleasure and titillate torture and tantalize you, starting, and stopping, over and again, to take you to the ultimate edge of orgasm and force you wait. My only desire this night, would be to please you more deeply than ever before, and to make you cum harder and longer than you ever knew you could. When you do hear voices close by, you would gently try to squirm away, to voice your objections, still trying to make yourself heard, but your half-hearted complaints would be ignored. I would cover your mouth with my own, kissing you deeply, intensely and passionately, to make you forget yourself. Soon, the voices would fade as others take shelter from the rain, so I would return my lips to your delicious, granite erection that seems made for me. I would begin sucking you up and down the sides of your luscious cock, kissing and laving your balls in frenzied, white-hot need. Again, I would mouth fuck you fiercely, knowing that I would be frenzied with want of you. Eventually, both of us would be lost to the wild abandon of our animalistic desire for each other. I would be lost in showing you all of the emotions I have, that I could not voice. Finally, I would lavish suckling kisses there as you close your eyes and growl softly into the night sky. The scents and sounds of your exquisite pleasure would urge me on, so I would lower myself to kiss you between your legs, and down over your thighs while I stroke your hardening cock. I would alternate between hard and fast, to soft, sensual slowness, doing anything to keep you off balance so that you could not guess my next move. I would leave small hickeys on your thighs and capture your balls in my mouth, to suck them hard as I stroked your throbbing cock, until I could feel your pre-cum begin. Then I would move to lick, taste, and kiss the head of your hard, aching cock, sucking you into my mouth deeper and listening to your breathing. I love that your moans and growls always tell me what I need to know. When your breathing becomes fast and shallow, I would tip my head back and swallow your granite cock down my throat, moving my head to push and pull you into and out of my throat as it clutches around you. You would hold my head in your hands, and slam your balls against my lips while I stroke you with my tongue and wrap it around your turgid length, forcing you to push and pull your hardness through my moist, velvet tongue. As I could feel how close you are getting, I would suck you even harder until you finally explode, with your steel-hard length deep inside of me. Your throbbing girth against the walls of my throat would shove me over the precipice, and my soaking wet pussy would contract around you, violently. Then I would suckle you softly, ever so lightly, until you were entirely satiated and completely spent. I would not move to release you from my hot, moist mouth until you were completely and utterly satisfied. At last, I would pull you up, to crush you to me and kiss you lovingly, letting the rain soak both of us, and I know I would already be thinking of how much fun we would have drying each other off. Soft Sweet Seduction Sara put her hand gently to her chest to still her racing heart as she finished lighting the white candles she had placed around Anthony’s bathtub. It was a wonderful room, with a deep tub perfect for two. Above, a rectangular window was set in the ceiling, letting in the natural light from the setting sun. To the right, there was enough space to set a bottle of Anthony’s favorite Merlot plus two glasses. Sara leaned over the edge and turned the water on, filling the basin. She sprinkled in a couple drops of patchouli oil before adding a small bottle of bubbles. The warm damp air quickly filled the room with the pungent scent and Sara stepped back to survey her evening altar for lovemaking. It was a little cliché, perhaps, but Sara thought her new lover would appreciate the scene. She had been surprised at his soft, romantic side. This night had developed easily. For the first time, Anthony had offered her the key to his house. She had told him it would give her the opportunity to start dinner, but instead she decided to greet him with this treat. After checking the temperature of the bath, Sara looked in the mirror and studied her reflection carefully. She had pulled her auburn curls up and away from her face, pinning them carefully so that her hair would stay dry during their bath. She chose a simple white robe, leaving her body bare beneath. She pushed an errant curl behind her right ear and smiled. He would be pleased. Anthony was a different sort of man than Sara was used to. He was thoughtful of her, kind even. Still, there was a ferocious passion beneath the surface, one that he would suddenly inflict upon her without warning, stealing her breath as he twisted her body into the most pleasurable heights. At night she would fall into her bed exhausted after an evening of lovemaking. At precisely 5:30 she heard the garage door open, announcing Anthony’s arrival as he parked his vehicle inside. Sara quickly shut the facet off and dimmed the lights. Making her way barefoot down the carpeted stairs, she waited at the door, a small smile upon her lips. Tonight, she wanted to seduce him—to give him pleasure. The door opened and Anthony appeared, briefcase in hand. He paused when he saw her, his eyes lighting up behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Hi,” he whispered softly, immediately placing his briefcase on the floor and pulling Sara to his chest. His hands rested lightly on her hips. They kissed, their lips barely touching. It was always this way. He would start slowly, tenderly kissing her upper lip first before catching her lower lip between his and gently sucking. Anthony’s hands slid up Sara’s petite frame before he lightly held her face with his fingertips. This tender gesture never failed to make Sara obey, and she would not move until he had released her. “Hi,” he said again softly as their kiss ended. “Hi…” Sara finally spoke as she cocked her head to the side and looked up into Anthony’s deep brown eyes. As always she was caught off guard by his apparent sincerity. It never failed to surprise her that he did in fact like her. “What is this?” he asked as he ran his fingers over her robed shoulders. “I know that things have been challenging lately at the office, and I thought that you deserved a nice relaxing evening. I want to make you feel good tonight,” she finished. “You always make me feel good,” he answered, again touching his lips to hers. “What do you have planned?” he asked against her mouth. “Come upstairs with me and see,” Sara said, taking Anthony’s hand and leading him to the stairs. He followed, curious. When she opened the door to the bath, Sara glanced up to see Anthony’s reaction. She was well-rewarded. “You are absolutely amazing,” he said, walking into the room and spinning around, surveying the lovely scene that met him. He turned and pulled her to him once again. “Absolutely amazing,” he murmured into her hair. Sara hugged her body close to his. He felt so good, so solid. He held her, stroking the back of her neck while he kissed the top of her head. Sara pulled from his embrace and shut the bathroom door to trap the warmth inside. Anthony took off his jacket as Sara began to unbutton his shirt. “No tie today?” she teased. “No court, hence the jeans.” “I see.” Sara continued to remove Anthony’s clothes, pulling the shirt from his shoulders and laying it on the side of the sink. She allowed herself the pleasure of stroking his wonderfully hairy chest, burying her fingers in the black and gray curls that began at the bottom of his neck, running down lower across his stomach before disappearing under the waste band of his jeans. Kneeling on the rug before him, Sara carefully unbuttoned Anthony’s jeans and lowered the zipper. She looked up as he removed his glasses. He caught the side of her face with his hand, cupping her cheek briefly. Sara turned and kissed his palm before returning to her task and pulling Anthony’s pants to his ankles. He stepped out of them, lifting each foot so Sara could pull the clothing off. His socks followed next and Sara lifted her chin, looking up Anthony’s body. She could see that his cock had started to harden. It made a solid ridge in his underwear. Reaching up, Sara pulled the remaining article to the floor. He stood naked, his one hand still resting lightly upon her head as Sara leaned forward to take him into her mouth. As her lips closed over the sensitive knob, Anthony let out a low stream of breath. She felt his fingers tense against her skull as he directed her to take more into her mouth. Sara complied, sucking the still growing member deeper. She mouthed him tenderly, exciting him slowly. Her right hand held the base of his cock while the fingers of her left stroked his balls. Before Anthony was completely hard, Sara stopped her ministrations and let his cock slip from between her lips. Reaching up and taking his hand, she rose to her feet and once again their lips connected, this time parting to allow their tongues to make the first inquisitive probes into each other’s mouths. With Anthony, Sara was relearning the art of kissing. He had reminded her of how sensual this simple act could be. Each kiss was slow, deliberate. Anthony’s fingers trailed down Sara’s neck before his hand molded itself across this vulnerable part of her body. He didn’t squeeze, but the effect was still a set of chills that sent her skin into gooseflesh. She could feel her nipples tightening and pressing out through her thin robe. Her palms rested against the fur on his chest. “I like you,” he whispered slowly, his lips moving against hers. Sara stepped back and took Anthony’s hand once more, leading him to the tub. “Careful of the candles,” she cautioned. He climbed inside the tub, sliding his naked body under the bubbles as the water moved up covering his chest. “Are you coming in with me?” he asked, still holding her hand. Sara leaned on the edge of the tub and kissed him soundly this time, pressing her tongue into his mouth. He sucked upon it, a wet hand resting on the back of her neck. When he finally released her, Sara stood and untied the belt of her robe, letting the garment fall open. Her round breasts stayed hidden, but the dark hair of her mound was revealed, topping her bare pussy lips. Anthony’s eyes immediately lowered, looking at the most female part of his lover. Sara paused, enjoying the anticipation before she raised her hands to her own shoulders and stripped the robe from her shoulders. The clothing slipped to the floor, baring her creamy skin to Anthony’s gaze. “You’re beautiful,” Anthony told her as he met her eyes with his. “Beautiful.” Sara smiled a bit self-consciously before sitting on the edge of the tub. She spun slowly, lifting her feet and dipping them into the water. From there, Sara lowered herself into the bubbles, her body instinctively sliding into Anthony’s arms. He moved slightly to the side, giving Sara enough room to sit beside him as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand landed on his chest and she moved her fingers through the wet curls. They rested, enjoying the warm water as the erotic oil sunk into their skin and filled their nostrils. Anthony tipped Sara’s chin up and brought her to another kiss. Cradling her under his arm, his other hand found her right breast and he kneaded the flesh. She pressed closer, encouraging him to continue. His fingers caught the brown bud of her nipple and he twisted it, pulling the tender nub downwards as he rolled it brutally between his thumb and finger. Sara gasped against his mouth. The quick flashes of pain ran deliciously through her body. A moment later, Anthony pulled Sara onto his lap and she found herself straddling his thighs, her breasts at his mouth. He rinsed the bubbles from them before taking the left nipple into his mouth. Tenderness disappeared as Anthony nursed roughly, clamping his lips so tightly around the shrinking nipple that Sara cried out. Her back arched and Sara felt Anthony’s right hand grasp the curve of her behind, digging his fingers into her flesh to still her movement. Another quick attack of her nipple brought forth a second sharp intake of breath. It hurt, but Sara didn’t want Anthony to stop. It was a pleasurable pain. To further imprison Sara on his lap, Anthony pressed his fingers along the bottom of her ass until he found the tight hole of her behind. She knew what he was aiming for, yet as always, the first moment of penetration made her jump. He pressed his finger in deep as she writhed on his lap, caught between Anthony’s mouth and his invading finger. He fingered her, bending and twisting until his knuckle buried itself so intimately into her that Sara could do no more than cry out a strangled “please!”. Anthony released her nipple from his mouth and looked up. His finger moved in and out relentlessly. Sara shifted back and forth, uncomfortable as he watched her, but quietly glad that he hadn’t stopped. “You’re not a virgin here,” he said low. “No.” “Can I fuck you?” he said bluntly, his dark eyes narrowing. Sara paused. She wanted to let Anthony take her, to use her, yet was she ready to share this kind of intimacy? Anthony noticed her hesitation. She could read his face and knew the silent questions he was asking himself. Should he not push it? Should he wait for her to respond in the affirmative? Or should he simply just take her, move forward and wait for a protest to stop him—if it even came at all? Sara didn’t answer. Anthony made his decision. He withdrew his finger and placing his hands on Sara’s hips, began to turn her body away from him. She didn’t resist. He helped her rise and she slowly turned away, her hands resting on the ledge of the big tub. “Kneel on the bench,” Anthony whispered into her ear. Sara’s left knee touched the hard plane of the underwater seat as she lowered her body back under the water. The bubbles hissed as water splashed across their bodies. Before her right knee could join the other, Anthony pressed tight against her back, his foot pushing her ankle to the side, spreading her legs as he forced the upper half of her body over the edge of the tub. She winced as her breasts crushed against the cold tile. Anthony’s palm pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, pinning her down. Lifting her arms above her head, Sara laid her cheek on the smooth surface before flattening her hands against the tile. Warm water swirled around the sensuous swell of her heart-shaped ass, lapping over her fair skin. Anthony’s fingers stroked over the curves, tracing each globe tenderly. Once again, he leaned into her, his chest pushing against her back. A wet finger slipped between their bodies and Sara felt her tiny hole being prodded once again. The patchouli made Anthony’s finger slick and he worked the digit back inside her, preparing the intimate entrance. Sara closed her eyes and tried to relax. Instinctively arching her back, she let Anthony prime her body. As always, his actions were precise, deliberate. She felt a second finger press into her. A soft “oh!” passed through her lips. Anthony continued to move his fingers back and forth, loosening the tight orifice. His face buried into the back of her neck and he nipped her sharply, causing Sara to jump. Soft kisses covered the bitten flesh and he nuzzled the delicate skin at the nape of her neck. Without warning, Anthony pulled his fingers free and positioned the head of his solid cock at the oiled opening. Sara silently told herself to breathe as Anthony began to push against her body. The intense pain was sudden as the smooth knob was forced just inside her ass. She could feel her hole stretching as her lover leaned into her, using his weight as a means to enter her. Sara gasped and clenched her hands into fists. “Shhh...” Anthony breathed into her ear. “Easy. Let me inside you.” Sara struggled to control her body’s reaction. The water rippled around them as Anthony paused and pulled back before driving forward once more, this time keeping the pressure on her unyielding hole as the head slipped fully inside. “Oh god!” This time Sara cried out, her voice bouncing off the damp walls of the room. “Are you in?” Her voice shook and her body began to tremble. “Just a little more,” Anthony told her as he lifted his hips, almost pulling his cock out of her body, but stopping as her tight ass gripped the ridge of the head. He didn’t move until he saw her petite frame visibly relax. Anthony bent over her body and placed his hands alongside Sara’s arms. Resting his weight forward, he began to inch himself deeper into Sara’s loosening ass, burying his cock a bit at a time before withdrawing slightly. His jaw tightened and he paced himself to match her body’s response. Licking her lips, Sara felt the familiar heat of having a prick sodomize her. A hot rush filled her senses and her skin flushed under the indecent sensation. Anthony detected the rapid change and thrust his cock as far into her dark depths as he could. Sara only moaned and pressed back against his lap with her full ass. Shifting his hips, Anthony ground his body into hers, his member completely submerged. She met each one of his movements, her hips rolling in response. Not drawing his cock completely out, Anthony left the swollen head encased in the tight rim. He reached under Sara and his fingers sought her warm pussy. He shoved two inside, suddenly finger-fucking her. “Yesss...” Sara panted, lifting her head as she arched her back again. “Touch me.” Anthony’s expert digits slid between her lower lips, parting the hungry flesh. A fingertip swirled and landed firmly upon a needy clit, teasing it with a rough stroke. Sara quivered and jerked, sending a wave of water over the edge of the tub. Anthony gritted his teeth and plunged his length deep inside her ass. The brutal drive was met by Sara’s own thrust. It was the sign he had been waiting for. Anthony began to thoroughly assault Sara’s ass. His stiff shaft fucked her ass mercilessly, sawing in and out as Sara began a rendition of “yes! harder! oh god yes! harder! please!”, the words ringing in Anthony’s ears as he pounded her now-pliable hole. His cock flexed impatiently. Sara bucked under Anthony. Her ass was filled with his hard flesh; her clit was rubbed wildly. She felt the familiar tingle building, spreading from the sensitive bud protruding from her pussy lips, up her belly and across her breasts. Her abused hole gripped Anthony’s cock, tensing as she stiffened under him. She could feel it coming. Biting her lip, Sara’s body spasmed as her senses tumbled into a wonderful abyss of the most powerful of orgasms. It ran over her with a searing heat and she suddenly rose up as she came, pressing her body to Anthony’s chest. He held her tightly as she writhed in his arms, her ass clenching his cock. The effect was enough to make him lose control. He slammed into her with one last brutal stab before the cum erupted from his cock, pumping spurt after spurt into the hidden realm of her ass. His fingers dug into her cunt as his balls emptied. For a brief moment, they were still. His cock firmly embedded in Sara’s ass, Anthony wrapped his arms around Sara’s slippery body and turning slightly, he sat down upon the tub’s bench. Legs splayed obscenely over his lap, Sara laid her head against her lover’s shoulder, her forehead touching his chin. There they rested until she felt his cock twitching and shrinking, sliding from her body. She rearranged her position and once again, curled up under his arm as the water washed over them. The sun had finally set, and the only light left in the room came from the soft glow of the candles. Anthony tipped Sara’s chin up, his lips brushing against hers as their hearts slowed and the intensity of their lovemaking quieted. “I could get used to this,” Anthony said quietly. Sara smiled. ***** Soft Swing Note from Slickman: I get so many requests for stories about hesitant wives but when it comes to swinging even the men are hesitant. Men think about it but when it becomes real are they really willing to let another man go at their wives? This is a story about two couples who have decided against a full swap but maybe they would like some messing around. I hope you enjoy it... All rights reserved. * * * * * "Soft Swing means no penetration with anyone other than your own partner. Sometimes it means being able to touch and physically interact with others but with no penetration. It may or may not involve oral sex with others. People should be very specific about their boundaries and communicate it with potential contacts as well as agree as a couple what they are comfortable with each other doing. Sometimes it helps overcome the insecurity of jealousy in couples. As in all swinging situations, you choose your own boundaries to suit you, and it's best to be as open about them as possible to ensure things don't go further than you feel comfortable with." John read the definition four times before he threw down the small city weekly newspaper he had found in his office. "Will she go for it?" He asked himself before folding the paper under his arm and heading back to his car. Having lunch at the river docks had always been a favorite of his. As soon as John returned to the office he headed for Blake Randolph's office. Blake and his wife Julie have been friends with John and Susan for over 7 years and have joked about swapping spouses. But the women have quickly stopped the notion in its tracks. "Hey....sorry about missing lunch," Blake said to his buddy. "The meeting went longer than I expected." "No problem," John grinned as he closed the door and walked up to Blake's desk. "What's up?" Blake asked. "This," John replied while dropping the small newspaper on his desk. "Look at the circled column." "Soft swing?" Blake read. "What the hell is soft swing?" John sat down and watched Blake's interest pick up gradually until he dropped the paper and smiled. "There's no way.............is there?" "The girls said no swapping but didn't say anything about messing around," John grinned. "No penetration," Blake read out loud. "But maybe oral sex." He looked at his buddy. "You're out of luck there because Julie doesn't do oral." "Maybe she will with me?" John asked. "Hell just seeing her doing it would be worth the risk." "The risk?" "Hell yes......if we seriously suggest this it could make them really pissed at us," Blake growled. "Why don't we drop a few hints tonight and see what happens?" John asked. Blake thought about Susan's nice round tits and ass. He had wanted to get to them for years. "OK but if I have a black eye tomorrow you'll know why." ***** Julie had just finished her food shopping and had stopped by Susan's house to drop off some ice cream her best friend wanted. The past few years had brought them even closer together. So close that they didn't have many secrets. After Susan let her in and took the ice cream to the kitchen Julie saw a daytime soap on the TV. A man and woman were kissing in a dark hallway. "How can you watch this stuff?" Julie asked Susan when Susan walked back into the den. "Hey watching it is the only action I'm getting now-a-days," Susan frowned. "You too huh?" Julie frowned back. "I guess being married for ten years has the same effect on everyone." "Of course these two are not married," Susan laughed. Julie sat on the arm of one of the large soft chairs. "You know the boys haven't bugged us for quite a while to swap." "Yeah......they finally got the message," Susan said. "I mean swapping would definitely screw up our friendship and our marriages." "Have you ever been with another man besides John?" "No.....we were high school sweethearts." "Me......I mean us too," Julie said as she watched the two obviously tongue kissing. "We haven't kissed like that for a long time." "God I'm getting hot just looking at those two. I better get home before my ice cream melts." ***** Julie had just turned off the TV and was heading for the kitchen when she heard the garage door open. A few minutes Blake came into the kitchen with a dozen roses. "What did you do now?" Julie laughed. "Nothing," he replied. "Can't I show you how much I love you?" Julie took the flowers and kissed his cheek. "Thank you honey." That was it until after dinner and they were sitting on the sofa. "Hey I forgot to tell you but I over heard one of the men in the office talking about soft swinging." Blake said while faking to be reading the newspaper. "Soft?" Julie repeated. "That doesn't sound too exciting." Blake laughed. "Not a soft dick........soft swinging...I guess it means no penetration." Julie put down her book. "Yeah like the men would stop before that." "This guy was saying it was better than going all the way. I mean hours of foreplay." He decided to not mention having oral sex. Julie slide closer to him and saw his crotch was showing some life. "I don't believe you could take me messing around with another man. " "Maybe.....I'm not sure," he lied. "I don't think I could take you doing it with a total stranger." Julie leaned back and looked into his face. "You're serious about this aren't you?" His smile answered her question. "I'll have to talk to Susan about this." "John is already talking to her," Blake said feeling excitement down below. It seemed as if she might even be considering it. ***** "You mean like kissing and........and touching only?" Susan asked after John had broken the proposal to her. "Yes......but no penetration," John answered. He noticed that her nipples were now poking up through her bra and shirt. "I don't think you guys would be able to just stop there," she said. The thought of just messing around some was turning her on. "That's it........we promise," John quickly said. "I'm not saying no......and........I'm not saying yes," she said feeling her heart now racing. "I'll need to talk to Julie first." Suddenly the phone rang. ***** It was the next morning around 9:00AM when Julie knocked on Susan's kitchen door. "Come in," Susan smiled. She was still in her bathrobe after lying in bed thinking about kissing and touching Blake. "I didn't get much sleep last night," Julie began. "The guys are very serious about this soft swing thing." "And turned on," Susan laughed. "Sex last night was the best it's been in a while." "Same here," Julie grinned. "But do you really think they will be able to stop just with foreplay?" "John said that soft swing sometimes means oral sex too," Susan added. "Not here," Julie added quickly. "You don't......" "I don't...." "Well then I won't either," Susan said. "If we do this are there any other rules?" "I think we all need to be in the same room. That way we can keep an eye on the men." "Good point." "And......I think we need to go slow and do this in stages in case we get into it and decide it's not for us." Susan spoke. "Yes and if any of us wants to stop then we all stop." "God........I don't believe we are actually going to do this." "I know......I haven't been this excited for a long time." Susan grinned. "I can't wait until the weekend so why don't you two come over tonight for dinner?" "OK......I'll call Blake." ***** The men came home early from work since they couldn't focus on anything else anyway. After quick showers the four of them found themselves sitting around the dining room table. They had eaten together many times but never with the excitement that was flowing at that moment. "Are the Yankees playing tonight?" Blake asked John to break the ice and to try and think about something else. He had not stopped staring at Susan's tits since he walked into the house. He could tell she was wearing a bra under the white tee shirt but knew it was very thin. "Yes......the game is on in a few minutes," John answered. His eyes had been on Julie's nice cute little butt in the tight jeans. "Do you guys think that you are even going to consider watching baseball tonight?" Julie grinned. "Probably not," John answered. So far no one had even mentioned about the soft swing. "Well why don't you guys go and watch the game and Julie and I will be there soon?" Susan said. As Blake stood up across from her she could see the obvious shape of his bulge in his slacks. He looked to be about the same size as John. ***** "Did Susan say how far we were going to go tonight?" Blake whispered to John as they sat on opposite ends of the L-shaped sofa. "She said not to expect too much tonight," John whispered back. "Hey at least they are going to try it," Blake grinned. They heard the footsteps of the women and turned to see them smiling as they walked into the room. "OK," Susan started while standing in front of Blake. "We are willing to try this but only if we go slow. If you go faster than we want then we quit." "Agreed," Both men answered together. "Our rules are," Julie jumped in. "That we are always together in the same room, we go slow, and if anyone wants to stop we all stop." "Deal," Blake said wanting to reach out and cup Susan's full titties. "Tonight all we do is......kiss," Susan said as she turned and sat next to Blake on his end of the sofa. "No touching and only kissing above the shoulders." John watched as Julie moved to the overhead light switch and turned it off. Only the dim light from the hallway lit up the room. He glanced over at his wife and saw her turn her head to Blake. A shot of jealously flashed through his mind when their lips came together and Blake used his hand to pull her body into his. The jealousy quickly went away when Julie sat next to him and leaned her soft lips to his. Blake felt Susan's soft breast press into his arm when her body turned into his. Her eyes closed when their lips touched and when his hand pulled her even closer. Both were hesitant about using their tongues until he gently licked outward. Her damp tip met his and rubbed together until her lips open and his tongue dashed inside. Julie felt John's tongue quickly dash outward as it tried to push into her tightly closed lips. It was too fast and with too much force and she wanted to set the pace so she jerked her head back and looked at him. "Go slow," she whispered. John took a deep breath and relaxed. When her lips returned he softly pressed into them and took tiny bites of her lower lips. He heard her soft moan and realized she was as turned on as he was. He waited for her tongue to make the first move and after a minute of rubbing and nibbling it appeared. The sounds of the Yankee game filled the room but the moans were getting louder and louder. They had been frenching for almost ten minutes when Susan pushed back. "God.....I think......I need a break." She was suddenly the one wanting it to go past just kissing. "Me too," Julie said pulling her opened lips from John's tongue. The men watched as the women stood and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. "Wow," John smiled over at Blake. "Julie is some kisser." "Susan too," Blake said back. Both men could see the large tents in each other's pants. ***** As Julie washed her face with cold water Susan used the toilet. "I'm thinking we shouldn't do too much of this," Julie said. "I'm about to blow." "I know and it's just from kissing," Susan smiled before wiping with paper. "I needed to dry off." "Me too," Julie giggled as she opened her jeans and pushed some paper down under her damp panties. "Did you see how hard they are?" "How could I miss it?" Susan laughed. "I think they are about the same size." "Good.....because they won't have a problem because one is bigger than the other," Julie chuckled. "You're just kissing right?" Susan asked because she had stopped Blake's hand from dropping down onto her hips. "Yes but John is giving me one hell of a back massage." "Good.......let's go and do some more kissing." ***** "Back for more?" Blake smiled as Susan again sat next to him. "Uh.........we were wondering if we........if we could..you know....lie down on the sofa?" John asked. "Sitting up is not too comfortable." Susan glanced over at Julie. Both knew the men wanted to press their bodies together. "OK but no hands." "No hands," John repeated before he turned and pressed his body back against the sofa to allow room for Julie to lie next to him. Susan moved up and waited until Blake made room for her. She pushed down her tee shirt and dropped next to him. After his hand moved around her waist her hand curled around his muscular shoulder. This time when their lips met so did their whole bodies. Susan's eyes closed and then opened when she felt his hard-on against her upper stomach. John had learned to go slow with Julie and to let her set the pace. It was she who pulled his body into hers and it was her tongue that invaded his mouth first. More importantly it was her thigh that pressed into his rigid manhood. Blake could feel Susan's hard nipples now pressing into his chest. They frenched and rubbed their bodies together for five minutes before his lips moved away from her mouth and traveled to her earlobe. "Ohhh," Susan moaned as he suckled on the dangling flesh. Sucking and kissing her ears had always been a turn-on for her. She then opened her thighs and let his thigh press into her wanton sex. "Ahhh," Julie said while humping up and down John's thigh. Her tongue was deep into his throat while both of his hands were on her lower back pressing it downward. "That feels so good," she whispered after pulling out her tongue. How long they stayed kissing and rubbing was lost to them. Time didn't matter now as their bodies raced for satisfaction. None of them were concentrating on their lips anymore because it was the lower bodies rubbing that were bringing them all off. Julie felt John's fingers cross over the waistband of her jeans and knew she should stop him but she wanted him to touch her ass and to pull her body down into his bulge. "It's OK," she whispered. John almost climaxed then and there when his fingers curled around and squeezed her wonderful buttocks. He could feel the outline of her thong under them and wondered how they would look naked. As he explored over and then downward his mouth again sought hers. Blake heard his wife whispering and peeked over as John's fingers grabbed her butt. "Fuck," he whispered which caused Susan to glance over as well. She was almost ready to cum. "Touch mine too." They had turned their bodies until Susan was now pressing back into the sofa so when Blake's fingers moved down to the top of her jeans no one saw them dash underneath. But she felt it. "What are you doing?" "I won't go under the panties," he whispered hoping she would allow it. She did but the jeans were too tight. She heard his disappointment and giggled before reaching between them and releasing the snap in front. Suddenly the restriction gave away and his fingers moved down over her silky bikini panties and down over her hot cheeks. Now nothing was going to stop them. "Ah....ah....ah....ah...ah," Both women moaned as the men pressed their legs back and forth into their covered pussies. However it was John who climaxed first. "OH SHIT!" "Don't stop!" Julie cried out as she grabbed onto his hips and kept the motion going. "BLAKE!" Susan screamed when her body flew apart into many tiny pieces. Next it was Julie. "I'M CUMING!" But Blake stopped Susan from rubbing against him. "Don't you want to cum?" she whispered. "Not in my pants," he whispered back. "OK," She smiled at him and pulled his lips back down to hers. Julie lay alone while John cleaned up in the bathroom. She watched her husband and best friend continued to kiss and to rub each other's backs. Her climax had been the best one that she could remember so nothing that they were doing bothered her. About ten minutes later John returned and moved down next to her. They kissed and hugged for about twenty minutes more before Susan secretly snapped her jeans, got up and went into the kitchen. "Anyone ready for coffee and cake?" ***** Suddenly things had changed between the four of them. Lines of privacy had been crossed and when they looked at each other they felt a deep desire instead of a warm friendship. Just talking about normal everyday things was awkward, so much that very little was said that night while having their normal end of the night coffee and cake. It was at the front door as Julie and Blake were leaving when things got uneasy. Normally they just gave each other a light hung and kiss on the cheek. They knew that would not be enough now. "Well good night," Susan said to Julie as she gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Good night buddy," John smiled at Blake before they shook hands. The four rearranged their bodies until Blake was with Susan and John with Julie. "Goodnight.....it was fun," Susan whispered in Blake's ear as their bodies came together. This time their hug was tight and their kiss was with an open mouth. They didn't care that their spouses were frenching next to them. Hands again roamed up and down their backs and even down upon their butts. It was ten minutes later when Blake broke it up. "Hey we better go or we will all make a bad decision." He pulled Julie from John's arms and they almost ran out the door. As soon as they were out John almost ripped off Susan's shirt and bra. As they stood in the hallway he pushed down her jeans and panties and quickly undressed himself. "God I need to fuck you," he said. "Here?" She laughed before he dropped down onto his back and before her dripping pussy slid down his tower of power. They closed their eyes and imagined it was Julie and Blake they were fucking. ***** As soon as they got into the car Blake was all over Julie. "I need to cum baby," he groaned before unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard pink shaft. "Here? In their driveway?" She asked shocked. "Yes.........I can't wait," he begged as he took her tiny fingers and curled them around his prick. "Please." Julie peaked around and didn't see any cars on the street. She continued to peek out the back window as she stroked his meat. "You should have climaxed like John did. Like Susan and I did." "Did you feel his hard cock on your belly?" He whispered. She giggled. "Yes....it was soooo.......hard." As she continued stroking him she grabbed a box of tissues she kept on the floor. "Come on baby........cum for me." "OH GOD!" Blake screamed when his hot juices shot up and out of the swollen tip. ***** As hot as it was for all of them it took three days before they made contact again. It was mainly because they all felt nervous about how great it had been and how much they wanted more to happen. They also were not sure just how far they wanted to go the next time. Susan was exercising on her treadmill when the door buzzed. She pulled a long towel around her waist before opening the door. "Got some time to talk?" Julie asked. It was the first time she had been this nervous around her friend. "Sure, I was going to call you when I finished my workout. Come in." "Things got a little crazy the other night," Julie started as they sat on the leather sofa in the den. "I think it scared us." "Us too," Susan smiled. "I mean we really liked it but we keep thinking that it's wrong.....you know...to do those things with someone else." "We didn't do really bad stuff," Julie said. Soft Swing Goes Further My best friend John and I have known each other for 32 years. We are the same age and grew up together. We have been close friends the entire way. We consider ourselves and refer to each other as brothers. We candidly tell each other everything there is to know about each other, life, our relationships and best of all, sex. John has told me what his wife likes in bed and what her fetishes are. He knows the same about my wife. We have even gone as far as to explain in detail what our wives pussies look like. John has been in and out of relationships his whole adult life, but just recently got married to his wife Katie. I have been married to my wife Jessica for almost 10 years. I have often fantasized about having sex with Katie. She is 32 years old, 5-6, 170 lbs, brown eyes and brown hair. I would call her overall build medium to full, but she has 36C breasts and her hips and ass are shaped well. Although Katie isn’t a perfect 10, she’s pretty and very sexy. My wife Jessica is 30 years old, 5-1, 110 lbs, dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Her build is petite and her breasts are a perfectly proportioned 34C. Jessica is by far one of the most beautiful women I have laid eyes on. With the addition of Katie, John and his new wife continue to be very close friends with Jessica and I. We live in the same area and often go to dinner and movies together. John is extremely outspoken and several times has shown his affection for Jessica, both in private and public. When John and I are alone, he often tells me how he would love to have a threesome with us. He also likes to drum up scenarios in his mind with the intent of getting his wife Katie to agree to swinging with us, just so he can have sex with Jessica. I don’t know where he gets these ideas, because our marriage is strictly monogamous. In public, John makes cute, but lewd comments to Jessica. She just shakes them off and I don’t say anything. Not because I’m afraid to say anything, but I look at the comments as fun play because I know how much John likes her. My wife and I have never had sex with another couple, but I often joke with Jessica about the subject just to see where her mind is on the matter. She never really gives me a yes or no, but her body language tells me that she is not interested. I have to admit, some of John’s scenarios really turn me on. John brings up the subject on occasion with scenarios ranging from sneaking into our dark bedroom while Jessica and I are making love, to blatantly asking Jessica and Katie if a wife swap would be possible. Not that I’m particularly attracted to Katie, although she’s not ugly by any means. But the stories John has told me about how kinky Katie is, topped by the thought of actually having sex with another woman helps to feed my interest. I am also a little turned on to know that my beautiful wife would be fucking my best friend, with my consent. Last summer, I called John and asked him if he and Katie wanted to join Jessica and I for a weekend of boating at Lake Havasu, Arizona. He checked with Katie and called me back the next day and they agreed to go. On Thursday morning, we packed up our truck, hooked up our pontoon boat and then picked John and Katie up at their house. They jumped in the back seat of my 4-door pick up and off we went. We had all been to Lake Havasu together a few times, so everything was routine. The drive was the usual, hot and long. However, the constant conversation helped to make the drive seem effortless. As the conversation continued, I would look back at Katie in the rearview mirror. All the previous conversations with John about Katie kept flashing through my mind. I found myself getting turned on as I watched her. She was wearing a bikini top and small cotton shorts. Her hair was up in a ponytail and I couldn’t help but focus on her beautiful lips as she talked. I could feel my cock begin to swell and twitch inside my pants. After a couple hours, the conversation died down and Jessica began to fall asleep. Katie rested her head on John’s shoulder and began to fall asleep as well. I just drove, listened to the radio and began to daydream about nothing in particular. After about 30 minutes, I felt John knee the back of my seat ever so slightly. I didn’t think anything of it and didn’t even acknowledge it by looking back. Instantly, I felt another nudge at my seat, this time looking back at John in the mirror. John had a grin on his face and pointed his eyes downward. I didn’t initially catch on to what he was trying to tell me. He looked downward again, this time more deliberately. I watched in the mirror to see that John had pulled down one side of Katie’s bikini top, partially exposing her left breast and all of her nipple. He covered her breast back up and smiled at me. I smiled back, gave him a thumbs up and kept on driving. I was already horny as hell and that sure was a nice visual treat. After 4 hours on the road, we arrived at Lake Havasu City. We checked in to our side by side motel rooms and agreed to drop our bags and immediately head out to the lake. After taking a quick piss, I banged my hand on the adjoining wall, which signaled John and Katie that we were leaving. A few minutes later, they met us down at the truck. We drove to the ramp where we launched my boat. I parked my truck while the other 3 waited for me at the dock. We all loaded up and headed out to find a cove. As we were pulling away from the ramp, I saw a bitchin’ looking power boat that looked just like my co-worker’s boat. As we got closer, I saw that it was my co-worker Alex and his wife Lindsay. After a short conversation, they invited us to follow them to a cove where a bunch of their friend’s were at. We agreed and they led us to a perfect cove on the south end of the lake, almost all the way down to Parker Dam. To my surprise, there were about 20 of Alex’s friends and 3 or 4 boats. We spent hours drinking beer and talking shit with 20 of our newest friends. Some of them brought their kids, who were diving into the water off the back of the boats. People were mingling, cooking food and swimming. We were all pretty drunk by this point. I was having such a good time, I didn’t notice that John and Katie had grabbed some life vests and were floating about 100 feet away from the boats. Jessica and I grabbed our life vests, 4 more beers and swam out to meet up with them. We were sipping our beers and talking about what a good time we were having. As Jessica and Katie talked, John and I floated away from them a little bit. John quietly told me that he and Katie had just finished a conversation before Jessica and I came up. John whispered, “We were going to float further out and fuck in the water where nobody would see us.” I said, “That is fuckin’ hot! We’ll leave you alone.” John stopped me and asked, “Is this lake big enough where people on other boats can’t see what you are doing if you park in the middle of the lake?” I said, “Yeah, this lake is huge.” I explained that Jessica lays out topless on our boat all the time. As long as you park in the middle of the lake, it’s like you are all by yourself. John began to brainstorm. I immediately knew he was thinking of some plan to see my wife naked. I was still horny from the trip in, and now so smashed and that I was silently hoping that he would come up with an ingenious idea. A few seconds later, here it came. John said, “Is Jessica really drunk?” I said, “Yeah, she’s fucked up.” John said, “So is Katie. You know how both of them get really horny when they’re drunk? I said, “Yeah.” John said, “Let’s take advantage of this moment.” I said, “What’s the plan?” John said, “Let’s tell the girls that we are going to take a boat ride. We’ll park in the middle of the lake, begin making out with our wives and see how frisky they really are. I know Katie wants to fuck right now, so I know she’ll be up for it then. Let’s see what happens.” I asked, “Soft swing?” John asked, “What’s that?” I said, “That’s when two couples make love to each other in front of each other. No swapping, just sex in front of another couple.” John said, “Let’s see if we can make that happen.” I said, “Let’s go!” John and I moved closer to our wives and told them that we want to go for a boat ride. They agreed and we went back to the beach. I told Alex that we were going for a boat ride and that we’d be back in a little bit. We fired up the boat and went north to the expansive area of the lake north of the London Bridge and south of the river. I shut the engine off and we floated around as we drank beer, listened to music and occasionally dove into the water to stay cool. A few times, I caught a glimpse of Katie’s nice and full ass as she bent over to dive off the back of my boat. John was in the water floating at the back of the boat as he watched me and smiled every time I looked at her ass. Jessica stood at the back of the boat and was preparing to jump into the water. I was so drunk and horny at this point, I didn’t care. I wanted to try and make something happen. My cock was at half staff and I wanted someone to play with it. As Jessica was standing up, I walked up behind her and yelled, “John!” I pulled the string on the back of Jessica’s bikini top, which caused her top to fall to the ground. John and Katie looked toward us as Jessica’s naked tits were now fully exposed to their view. John shouted in delight. I thought Jessica was going to get pissed off, but she didn’t. She jumped into the water as planned and treaded water with her bare breasts just below the water line. I jumped into the water next and just floated with Jessica, occasionally kissing her and pinching her bare nipples. Without notice, Jessica took a firm grip on my cock and began to jack me off under the water while kissing me at the same time. She forced my hands into her bikini bottoms as I slowly rubbed the outside of her pussy. I attempted to push my finger into her cunt, but the water made it difficult. Jessica whispered into my ear that she wants to make love on the boat! I couldn’t believe this was going to actually happen! I kept my cool and calmly agreed. As I swam toward the boat, pulling Jessica as I went, I couldn’t believe that she actually suggested this first. As we reached the back of the boat, I turned back to Jessica and asked her if she was positively sure she wanted to do this while John and Katie were nearby. In her drunk voice, Jessica said, “I need to fuck now.” I looked back at John and saw that he was now floating on his back as Katie had his bathing suit down to his knees. She was giving John a hand job with a vengeance. As Jessica began to climb up the stairs to the boat, John gave me a thumbs up. Katie was so busy stroking John’s cock, it didn’t appear that she had even noticed that we were leaving the water. I followed Jessica into the boat, she grabbed my hand and led me toward the front of the boat. She forcefully pushed me onto the rear facing seat and immediately yanked my bathing suit down to my ankles. Without delay, Jessica began sucking my hard cock and simultaneously used her hand to stroke me. I was sitting there completely naked, while my bare breasted wife blew me in the middle of Lake Havasu! What more could a man want? Just after Jessica started the blow job, I watched as John’s head began rising from the back of the boat. He and Katie were climbing the stairs onto the boat! John instantly saw Jessica’s ass pointing right at him while her head was in my lap. I could see the look in his eyes as he saw that our plan was working. He stared so intently on Jessica’s bikini covered ass, that he didn’t even turn back toward Katie to help her onto the boat. When Katie finally set foot on the boat, I could see that she too noticed what was going on at the front of the boat. The site of someone else watching me get blown was more erotic that I thought it would be. Katie’s reaction was not of disgust, she actually gave me a little smile! As Jessica continued her attack on my meat, she gave no indication that she knew John and Katie were now on the boat. I watched as John pulled Katie toward him and began tongue kissing her. Katie immediately began rubbing John’s cock on the outside of his bathing suit. I stared as John removed Katie’s bikini top and began slowly sucking her nipples. Those familiar breasts were making me wish I was the one sucking them. Katie leaned her head back in lust as John put his hands down the front of her bikini bottoms. After a short time, John’s hand was moving so quickly inside Katie’s bikini that it was plainly obvious that he was now fully finger banging her cunt with all he had. Katie opened her eyes and immediately made eye contact with me. She pulled John’s hand away from her and pushed her bikini bottoms to the floor as she continued her eye lock on me. Katie was now standing completely naked in front of me. Her full sized body and beautiful breasts were much nicer than I had ever imagined. With Katie standing naked across the boat and Jessica still working on my cock, I felt the cum rising up the shaft of my cock. I didn’t want Jessica to stop, but I didn’t want to cum before I got to fuck her either. As I pulled Jessica’s face out of my lap, I looked back at Katie. To my surprise, John was now completely naked and was just about to mount Katie from behind as she was bent over the railing of my boat! Jessica stood up and stepped out of her bikini bottoms. Just then, John entered Katie’s pussy which caused her to moan out loud. Jessica snapped her head toward the moan and saw the scenario. Jessica quietly said to me, “I thought it was just us up here.” I replied, “We are all horny. Just ignore them. It will be okay.” As I was still seated, Jessica turned toward John and Katie. She lowered her wet pussy onto my cock and placed both feet onto the seat on the outsides of my thighs. She began to slowly bob up and down as my cock slid inside her. Jessica and I were now watching John and Katie’s love making while we made love at the same time. John was fucking Katie’s pussy so vigorously that Katie’s ass cheeks began to ripple. Her moans had switched to screams as her pussy took a beating. We both continued to enjoy our voyeurism as Jessica‘s thrusts grew harder and longer. I looked down to see the head of my cock exit and then enter her beautiful pussy over and over again. She was taking every inch of my shaft on every stroke! John pulled his cock out of Katie and led her toward the front of the boat. Jessica watched John’s eyes as he focused on her pussy which was now just a few feet away from him. I focused my eyes on Katie’s pussy as she walked toward us. Her bald cunt looked just as John described, “like a tightly rolled soft taco.” John sat Katie on the seat right next to Jessica and I. We continued our fucking. John pulled Katie’s legs toward him as her ass reached the edge of the seat. John plunged his shaft into Katie’s cunt and began fucking her missionary style right in front of us! I was in absolute lust to see Katie getting plowed right in front of me. By her alternating moans and screams, I knew she was having continuous multiple orgasms. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but wasn’t about to make it stop! Jessica lifted herself off my cock, straddled me face to face and again impaled herself on my cock. As John continuously pounded Katie, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I wanted to feel those breasts that I saw in the truck. As Jessica fucked me, I reached over and slowly rubbed my hand across Katie’s right breast and onto her erect nipple. I lightly pinched her nipple between my fingers as she began to smile at me. Her tit was so soft and full! Jessica saw this and loudly said, “pinch them harder!“ Before I could act, John got so turned on that he pulled his cock out of Katie’s pussy and sprayed cum all over her chest. My hand was covered with John’s juices. The next thing that happened was a complete surprise! Jessica grabbed my hand and began licking John’s cum off of my fingers! She moaned and sucked every finger clean! I couldn’t hold out any longer and yelled, “I going to cum!” Jessica lifted herself off my cock. John stopped Jessica’s attempt to put her mouth on my cock to eat my cum as she had done so many times before. John picked Jessica up and sat her down right next to Katie. To my amazement, Katie quickly got up from the seat and positioned herself between my legs. Katie wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked my shaft 2 or 3 times. She then lowered her mouth onto my cock and pushed my shaft deep into her mouth. Instantly, I ejaculated loads of cum into the back of her Katie’s throat. I held onto the back of her head as my cock pumped uncontrollably. Katie slowly slid her mouth up and down my shaft until she swallowed every drop. Just then, I looked over and saw John’s face planted between Jessica’s legs. John was jabbing his tongue into Jessica’s pussy and sucking on her loose labia. Jessica grabbed onto the back of John’s head and pulled his face tightly into her groin. John began forcefully sucking Jessica’s clit which put her into an orgasmic rage. She loudly sent out her signature orgasmic moans as she came over and over. Jessica had her legs tightly wrapped around John’s head like a vice grip and her hips were bucking up and down. Jessica was cumming while my best friend was fulfilling his long time fantasy with my wife! I was so happy for him that I couldn’t stop smiling. After everyone calmed down, we all sat silently and embraced each other’s wife. I had my arms wrapped around Katie’s beautiful naked body while lightly kissing her on her ear. John laid naked on his back while Jessica’s naked body was draped over his body with her head on his chest. I quietly said to Katie, “Thanks.” Katie said, “I didn’t want to be left out.” After about 30 minutes, we all regained our composure and put our bathing suits back on. I called Alex on his cellular phone and told him that we were all tired and are heading back to the motel. When we arrived at the launch ramp, Katie offered to walk with me to get my truck while Jessica and John stayed at the dock with the boat. As we walked to the truck, Katie put her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder while we walked. I looked back at the dock and saw John and Jessica kissing passionately as they sat in my boat. I knew the rest of this trip was going to be special.