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Taking

By: SxxyLyssa



As I walked by, she looked up, bored, and then watched me go by. I tried to keep my smile away, but couldn't stop as it spread over my face. I wanted her...just looking at her made my cunt juices flow.

I stood from a distance and ran my eyes over her again, lingering over my favorite parts of her body. The object of my lust had long, curly brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, big tits...all tapering down to a flat waist and lengthy legs. She wore flared jeans and a tight white shirt which fit snugly over her curves, sending shivers of pure want rushing throughout my body.

As if feeling my gaze on her, she stretched backwards in her chair, thrusting her tits forward, baring more of her slim belly, then glancing over pointedly in my direction, brown eyes holding secrets I could find out only if I really thought I could...

"Little slut." I whispered to myself. I had to have her.

We didn't know each other; I doubted we even knew each other's names. She worked in a different department than I did at our place of employment, which didn't leave me much time to feel her out and see if she was into girls. I chuckled.

What did I care if she was into girls or not? I would make her like girls. That would bring me the most pleasure, licking and fingering her pussy while she told me not to. I moaned softly to myself, wanting her so badly I could taste it.

I knew her schedule. I waited outside until the end of her shift, holding tightly to my bottle of chloroform and clean rag. I doused it lightly as I saw her walk out, digging busily in her purse for car keys. She walked to a silver Eclipse and inserted the key, not even hearing me as I snuck up behind her and wrapped my hand around her mouth, the rag in my palm. She struggled only a few moments before slumping against me. I resisted the urge to feel her tits, to cup them, feel their weight in my hands and half-dragged, half-carried her body to my red Cavalier.

At my house, I laid her out on my bed, my heart thumping steadily. Whether from nervousness or excitement I wasn't sure, though I knew my pussy throbbed against my soaked panties. 

God, she was beautiful! Her nipples were hard and pointing straight up through her snug shirt, belly rising gently with every breath, long brown hair strewn about her head in seductive disarray. She groaned lightly, arching her body up before going quiet again. 

I couldn't stand not touching her. I reached out and squeezed her right nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it, pulling it, and then flicking it rapidly back and forth. Anger flared through me, wanting more, this was not good enough!

Taking hold of the hem of her shirt, I ripped it up the middle, roughly yanking it off her body. She wore no bra, which didn't surprise me. Her tits stood firmly, nipples hardening in the cool air, begging for attention. I leaned down and began sucking on her right nipple, running my warm tongue around it, doing the same to the left, and gently biting both. She stirred only slightly, groaning, pushing her tits into my mouth. 

I slid my hands down her belly, caressing the satiny skin, deftly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them off. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her panties, black thongs that were more like licorice than underwear. I tore them off and stuffed them into her mouth, smiling smugly as she began to come to, quickly tying her hands above her head to the sturdy posts on my headboard and blindfolding her.

It took her a moment, but she let out a muffled scream as she remembered what happened. Naked, tied up, blindfolded...poor baby, she must be scared to death! I thought to myself, and then laughed aloud.

She settled immediately, probably wondering why she heard a girl's laughter. Her slim legs clamped together and she curled them up into herself, trying to hide as much as possible. 

"Don't hide it," I scolded, running my hand along her calf and up her thigh. She began shaking violently and I realized there were tears streaking down her cheeks.

A slow curl of power unraveled through my body and I grew even more excited. "I'm going to lick your cunt." I told her loudly.

Her head shook no, and she tried to scream through her gag. I smacked her thigh, hard, enough to still her, and pulled her panties out of her mouth. 

"Who are you?" she cried, lovely pink mouth trembling. 

"An admirer." I replied and tweaked her left nipple, rubbing it in slow circles. She gasped and jerked upright in surprise, her thighs spreading as I continued to squeeze it.

"Yes," I breathed. "Open your thighs up, you filthy little slut."

"No!" she moaned. "Please let me out of here."

"What's your name?" I asked, bending down and sliding my tongue between her tits, trailing it down, sticking it in her belly button, still traveling farther down.

"Leigh." She replied. "Now please...please let me go..."

I ignored her and forced her thighs apart, fighting her leg muscle as she tried futilely to keep them closed. "Spread your thighs, cunt!" I ordered harshly.

Leigh continued to struggle and my anger grew quickly. I slapped her hard across the face, stunning her, and a small, pained moan escaped her mouth. 

"Now open your legs for me." I said quietly, pleasantly, like a passionate lover.

Her sleek thighs opened obediently, spreading wide, giving me full view to her cunt. It was shaved clean, smooth, shining wetly, making my mouth water.

I had never eaten pussy before, but it came naturally as I knelt between her legs, spreading her fat cunt lips, revealing her sweet little clit. I licked over it lightly with my tongue, tasting her sweetness, then slipped down to thrust my tongue into her tight hole, eliciting a gasp from my captive. Her hips came up to meet my tongue and she ground into my mouth, my nose rubbing against her clit. I knew she wasn't doing it on purpose, she was whimpering as I ate her creamy cunt, pleading for me to stop while her juices ran steadily into my mouth. I began circling her clit with my thumb as I tongue fucked her, hearing my own moans low in my throat as I hungrily tasted her.

"Quit crying," I said sweetly, lapping at her clit. "You know you like it...you're my little slut, aren't you?"

"No..." she whispered, her back arching sharply as I slid my middle finger inside her. "Ahh Jesus..."

"Moan for me." I murmured, slowly and deeply finger fucking her as I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, feeling her shiver, another flood of pussy juice leaking into her ass crack. "Why is your pussy so wet, slut?"

Her answer was a stuttered groan as I slid my finger even farther up inside her, feeling her warm pussy walls contract in pleasure. "You like my fingers in your twat, Leigh?" I smirked, looking up at her blindfolded face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, her cheeks wet with tears. 

"You need to be punished." I snapped angrily, sitting up. "You walk around like a slut, you will get exactly what you deserve!"

I pulled out my present from beneath my bed, stroked it with growing excitement, and put it on, sighing as part of it gave me my own fulfillment.

The girl was frightened by my silence. "Wh - what are you doing?" 

"You'll find out." 

She started crying again, and I couldn't help laughing. "What the fuck are you crying about?"

"I'm scared!" she sobbed. She looked so totally helpless, tied up, blindfolded...my own little fuck toy.

I spread her thighs again; moving between them, then grabbed her hips and pressed the tip of my present against her clit. She really jumped this time.

"No!" she squirmed around, trying to pull her pretty cunt away from my strap on cock. It was smooth and black, eight inches long and about two inches wide. A smaller one was up inside my own pussy, moving around deliciously as I rubbed her with the fake prick.

From behind me, boomed: "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I cringed and bowed my head, promptly dropping my slut's legs. She looked terrified hearing the new male voice and fresh tears began to flow, sobs shaking her body.

"Shut her up." My Master ordered, walking around to stand beside the bed. 

I slapped her again. "Shut up." I said through clenched teeth.

My Master didn't look happy. "I knew you were a naughty little girl. I didn't know you would go as far as this."

I lowered my head in shame, cheeks flaming. "I'm sorry, Master. I should've asked first, but I wanted her so badly..."

"Shut up." He barked, His dark green eyes flashing. My pussy throbbed, and I wondered if it was from my slut, or my Master. He was extremely good-looking, with jet-black hair, His green eyes, and tall, muscular body.

"Get the fuck off the bed." He commanded.

"But Master..." I began, knowing I was pushing it too far, but not able to stop myself. "Please let me have her...please..."

"Did you not hear what I said?" He growled. His hand lashed out and He grabbed my hair, pulling me forcefully off the bed, ordering me to stand up straight in front of Him. His eyes slid over me, lingering on my strap on. Suddenly I was embarrassed.

"Look at you," He murmured, crossing His arms over His chest. 

My eyes wandered to my slut, with her legs spread wide open, cunt dripping, nipples hard. I ached with wanting her.

"Don't look at her while I'm talking to you." He snapped. Then His mouth curved up into a smug smile, a smile I knew all too well, a smile that said I have an idea.

He turned to the shaking girl, untying her wrists. "Stand up, cunt."

She stood, blindly reaching out so she wouldn't fall. My Master took hold of her elbow, then mine, and led us into the living room, commanding her to her knees and me to sit in a nearby chair. He quickly bound her wrists behind her back. 

"She's cute," My Master commented admiringly, stroking her long, brown hair and tracing her trembling jaw line. "Big tits, just like you. I like that." He reached down and pinched one of her nipples, making her grimace in pain. I knew what it felt like; He did it often to me. His green eyes looked over to me, an evil twinkle in them.

"Lay down." He told Leigh.

"Wh - why?" she stammered.

I watched as she reeled backwards from the slap He delivered her, the crack resounding through the room. "Slut, you do what I say when I say it. Do not question me."

He looked at me, smiling cruelly. "Come here."

I stood obediently. "Yes, Master?"

"Take that off." He said, referring to my fake cock.

I did so.

"Sit on her face. Make her eat your pussy." He ordered, sitting on the couch directly in front of us, unzipping His jeans and pulling out His big, hard dick. 

Leigh was crying again, her cheek red from my Master's slap. Her tits shook with every sob as I stood over her, and I watched them as I lowered myself over her sweet mouth, pulling my cunt lips apart.

"Suck on my clit, bitch." I said. "If you don't, my Master will punish you. Do you want that?"

She shook her head rapidly. "No. No."

"Will you enjoy licking my wet pussy?" 

She was silent, then said: "Yes."

"Tell me."

"I want to lick your wet pussy." She whimpered.

Smiling in satisfaction, I pressed my clit against her soft mouth, moaning softly as her wet little tongue snuck out to flick against my sensitive folds of flesh. I sat lightly on her chest, giving her plenty of access to my tingling cunt, my eyes resting on my Master as He slowly stroked His big cock to hardness. 

"Stick your tongue inside her." He ordered her.

I inhaled sharply as she began thrusting her tongue in and out of me, tongue fucking me, her hot breath brushing over my skin.

"How does that taste?" He growled, spreading pre-cum over the length of His dick.

Leigh paused in her duties to quickly reply, "Good."

I ground my pussy into her mouth, wanting more, realizing I was probably suffocating her but not caring as I began rocking back and forth on her wet, warm lips. My orgasm bubbled up as she tried to pull her mouth away to breath and I ground into her harder, not hearing my Master's laughter as I came hard, pussy juice running down my slut's face.

"Such a nasty girl." Master said with a smile.

I blushed, sliding off her face. She sobbed softly.

"How do I punish you for what you did?" Master asked, His hand slowly running up and down His straining cock. His green eyes ran over my body, than hers.

My stomach fluttered nervously and I knelt down in front of Him, folding my hands in front of me submissively. "I'm sorry, Master."

"Why didn't you ask me first, slut? You know I would've said yes." 

I didn't reply, only tightened the hold of my clasped hands.

"I see." He murmured. "You wanted her to yourself. That's not very courteous of you."

"I know." I whispered.

"Go get the chair."

My eyes flew to His. "Master - please..."

"Now!" He snapped.

His tone of voice offered no argument. I went into the kitchen and got the chair fitted with Velcro straps, my mind working rebelliously. I knew what He was going to do to punish me, and it made my blood boil, though I would never dare show it.

As I came back into the living room, Master had my slut on her knees, His fat cock in her sweet mouth, pumping at her face energetically. She kept gagging with His deep thrusting and His cruel smile made my knees weak, though I was jealous He was taking my toy and not paying attention to me.

"Suck it...yes, that's good," he groaned, his hands pulling her head forward and backwards, faster and faster. He was close to cumming, I could tell by His breathing and movement.

"Get in the fucking chair." He told me, pushing her away. She fell back, her sobbing loud and hitched.

I sat quickly; strapping both my ankles to either chair leg as He strapped my wrists behind me, then leaned forward, close to my mouth.

"I'm going to fuck her." He whispered. "You will sit here, and you will watch as I rape her pussy and her ass, and cum inside her."

He never came inside me! I had begged Him many times, and He always refused. Anger raged inside me, and I knew it was betrayed in my eyes, for He grinned and claimed my mouth with His, making me even angrier. I hated to be kissed.

Master picked up my treasure and set her on her knees, face pressing into the floor, ass high in the air. He stroked her smooth ass cheeks, softly, then drew His hand back and whacked her hard first on the right cheek, then the left.

WHACK! WHACK!

She cried out and tried to jerk away, receiving another whack on each cheek for her efforts.

WHACK! WHACK!

This time she screamed, loud, and hard. At the same time He thrust His prick into her tight, steaming cunt and groaned loudly, His dark green eyes locking with mine. 

"Tight...hot...bitch..." He punctuated with each thrust and I stared at His fat cock stretching her open, wet with her juice, listening to her screams mixed with moans.

My pussy ached, wanting Him, wanting her, angry that He was fucking my toy and angry that He was not fucking me with that big cock I knew so well.

He began spanking her again, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin stinging my ears. She was crying and sobbing at the same time, begging Him to stop, it hurt.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Her sweet white ass was now an angry red, my Master's palms imprinted clearly. He was fucking her hard, fast, deep, His hands gripping her hips and bringing her back against each thrust of His pistoning dick. He drew out of her, and I watched as He poked at her tight asshole, working the head of His thick cock past her clenched muscle.

"No! No!" she screamed frantically. "Please don't!"

With one smooth push, He was deep in her ass, her pained cries stopped as she passed out. I tried not to smile, my jealousy somewhat appeased. My Master did not look pleased, however.

"Goddamn it!" He shouted, brutally shoving her aside. "Fucking stupid bitch!"

He tried to yank me out of the chair, forgetting the straps, which nearly broke my wrists and ankles. I yelped in pain, cringing as He swore in irritation and unstrapped me, tossing me over Leigh's unconscious body. 

"You want it up your cunt, bitch?"

"Yes!" I replied breathlessly, spreading my thighs wide apart. "Fuck me, Master! Please!"

I cried out in ecstasy as He plunged inside me, bottoming out, then pulled out and plunged inside me again, gripping my hips so hard I knew I would have bruises the next day.

"Ahh yes, my tight little slut!" He moaned as He fucked me hard and deep. 

The first slap to my ass sent me tumbling over my first orgasm, crying out in pleasure, and hearing myself begging for His big cock in my tight ass. He didn't hesitate a second before sliding it in, stretching me wide, sending another thrill of pleasure straight to my pussy. 

WHACK! WHACK!

Then came the spanking, the horrible spanking, I hated it but loved it at the same time, the tingles of pain mixing with the pleasure of my Master's prick in me. He adjusted our position so I was straddling my slut's leg, my clit rubbing against her smooth calf. I reached up and began playing with her tits, my cunt moving up and down the unconscious girls leg, my Master increasing the pace of his thrusts in my tight butt.

WHACK! WHACK!

We came together, my Master and i, a stream of hot cum spreading inside my ass as my cunt juice ran out of me and down my slut's leg.

"Who do you belong to?" He murmured, softly stroking my sore, red ass.

"You, Master." I whispered with a smile.

Taking



Chapter One - Last Job

It's now nigh on thirty years since I received my degree in Economics and finally decided that the easiest, most efficient way to make money was through crime; thirty years of not undetected, but rather unprovable, jobs. But the odds are shortening. Soon the cops will find a way to pin something on me, so I've decided it's time to call it a day. This one last job before I retire, then I'm ready to sail my boat away to some soft, sunny spot, find myself a dusky maid to keep me entertained, and live off what they insist on calling my "ill gotten gains".

At first glance the surveillance report Sean has prepared implies our targets are your classic family of husband, wife and two point four children. Strike the point four, they've only produced the two, a boy away at university, who can be ignored, and a foxy young broad in her late teens whose handling could well provide the final straw to crack any resistance from the man.

However closer study reveals that, as one would expect of a bank's high flying manager, he is hardly typical. While the woman - well how many mothers of two in their early forties do you know that can still pass for mid twenties, even in full sunlight? Svelte, elegant, with full, round breasts that have yet to show the slightest droopage, apparently she's often mistaken for a trophy wife.

The key to my plan is the location of their house - it being big, detached and set in extensive landscaped grounds that back onto the golf course. Easy to take the family prisoner, get the man to cough the bank security codes, then hold them hostage while we go and clear out the vault.

Together with Sean I've recruited Tom and Hank to make up my team. A couple more men could be useful but would mean smaller shares all round and since my strategy is take a limited and easy, though still worth-while, haul - one there is likely to be less hue and cry over - I'm going with just the four of us.

Early Sunday morning, with the upper limb of the summer sun still well below the horizon, Sean drops us at the far side of the golf course so that Tom, Hank and I can approach the rear of the garden from across the sixth fairway. We're unlikely to be spotted in the false dawn.

No high wall; no movement detectors; no dog; security is non-existent. They'll know better in the future. Still who can blame them, bank robbery is a crime of the cities where hauls can be massive, not of small county towns.

Over the fence, then we pause to cover our eyes with simple cloth masks before crossing the dew laden lawn to the rear door. It's locked but Hank soon has it open and heads for the daughter's room while I quietly lead Tom to the master bedroom.

Carefully twisting the handle I ease the door wide to be welcomed with gentle snores. Drawing my eight inch switchblade I flick my wrist and it clicks open. I creep to the edge of the bed. On my signal Tom hits the light switch and I rip away the bedclothes.

Good, they sleep in the nude. That simplifies matters.

Eyes open wide, mouths part to shout.

Swiftly Tom is upon the woman, one hand between her teeth muffling her scream, the other firmly mashing her tits, keeping her flat on the mattress.

'Silence! Roll over! Face down!' I wave the knife before the man's nose. A gun is the conventional tool, but it doesn't allow for degrees of threat - it's immediate and all or nothing. Anyway, my career has taught me that a blade creates much more stark fear.

Staring, the mark hastens to comply. I yank the rope from my pocket and bind his hands behind him.

'On your feet!' A jab of his arse shows I mean business. There's an upright chair by the still curtained window - that will do. I push him down and firmly tie him to it.

The woman sobs quietly as Tom cops a feel of her smooth mound. She needn't worry, he's only pretending - Hank and he are gay, which is why I like them in my team. It means whatever entertainment we find along the way comes to me.

'Good morning, sir,' I address the man quietly. 'I hope we didn't disturb you too much, but we're in need of some information.'

The man just stares at me but his wife blurts out, 'What do you want? Let us go!'

I turn to her, 'Good morning to you as well, Mam.' Deliberately I put an edge in my voice. 'Now, listen to me and listen well. If your husband here let's us have the keys, the security codes and the combination to the bank safe we can leave you to go back to sleep. But if not, then we are going to have a little entertainment. Entertainment provided by you and your daughter.'

I reinforce my words by waving my blade menacingly close to the naked balls of my cowering prisoner. I've never believed in violence, never used it - in any case it's often counter-productive - but the occasional threat of it can work wonders and is a necessary part of my tool kit.

'Please Bob, give them what they want. Don't let them touch our Penny,' the woman pleads.

'No,' he says, 'I mustn't.'

He seems quite brave, convinced I can't afford to take things too far. Force, he's calculated, is of no use to me - only he has the information, so he just needs to hold out for a while and someone will come looking for him. He's forgotten it's Sunday and he won't be missed for a good thirty hours.

'Oh, I don't plan to hurt you that much.' Can he see my grin behind the mask? 'It's your wife and daughter who will really suffer for your silence.'

I pause to let him reflect. His imagination is better than any threat I could make.

'Well, we'll start by finding out how good a fuck your old lady is.' I glance across to where Tom is busy roping the woman to the bed with her arms and legs spread wide.

'Of course you could be one of those kinky guys who gets his rocks off watching other men shaft his piece of work, so if seeing us all roger your woman doesn't persuade you, why there's always your daughter to provide a bit more sport.

'And if you do prove a real hard guy, why we can always try lopping off a few of their bits - fingers, tits, toes, nose. I'll let you choose.'

He goes white. He isn't going to give us much trouble. Certainly he won't call my bluff about mutilating the bitches. A bit of straight forward bone jumping of his women will be enough to get him to comply.

That does it. 'Please, please don't hurt them,' he gabbles.

'Well, let's be having the info.'

'Can't. Mustn't.'

'So be it. You brought it on the bitches.'

I want him to have a ring side seat from which to watch me screwing his wife so I move him closer to the bed head and then, standing at the foot, I look down at the naked woman - studying what's on offer.

Yes, I know we're really here for the money but I've always been one to take a pride in my work, so I'm glad the mark didn't give in straight away - it would have taken all the fun out of the job.

As usual Sean's information was right, she's got an excellent body for her age. I particularly admire her tits, so ripe and full - they will definately repay my close attention. And I'm particularly pleased that she's shaved at the top of those slim, soft thighs. Altogether, though my preference is for young women, I reckon I'm going to enjoy having her.

'My, my, but you're a good looking, well preserved bitch,' I tell her.

Anxious, her dark eyes stare up at me, certain she's going to be blessed with my cock deep in her sweet little cunni - possible more than once. And, knowing I'm not alone, she's probably thinking gang bang. In her mind she can already feel my hands on her tits and my fingers probing her slit. Clearly she can see it's in her interest, as well as that of her daughter, to keep urging her husband to give me the information.

Now I've never much liked poking a woman who just lies there - it's much more fun if they struggle a bit - so as I unzip my jeans, I lean forward, wipe a tear from her eye and whisper in her ear. 'I don't really want to hurt you. But just for starters I'm gonna give you a good solid shagging. Act up a bit for the benefit of that wimp husband of your's and I'll do my best to see you enjoy it. I rarely get any complaints.'

That's when the door opens and Hank pushes the daughter into the room. It's immediately apparent from the oversize 'Save-the-Whale' T-shirt hugging her curves that, except for her tawny hair, she takes after her mother - at least in appearance.

'She give you any trouble,' I ask Hank, straightening up.

'No, Skip. She seems to find it all something of a giggle.'

'Oh, does she? We'll soon cure that. Let's see what's underneath that shirt. Get it off!'

His mouth crinkles in a grin, he's finding this job amusing. 'Come on, little Penny. You heard Skipper,' he tells her.

'No way, you're just dirty old men.' Defiantly she wraps her arms around her thrusting bust.

Grabbing the shirt by the back of the neck Hank gives a mighty yank that nearly forces her to her knees before the cloth rips down the side seams. Reaching to her front he grabs both wrists and pulls her arms behind her. The last fragment of material falls to the floor and she's displayed for my admiration wearing nothing but iridescent, bikini style, briefs - her long tawny hair curling halfway down her back.

Her body is gorgeous, almost a clone of her mother's plus a just a hint of puppy fat. Voluptuous with full young tits tipped with puffy, pink nipples that point straight at me, it's such a delightful picture that my semi-erect cock springs to attention and pokes its head from the front of my open jeans.

'And the panties,' I say.

'No!' Two voices, almost in harmony, from her parents.

'Ignore them, Poppet' I tell her. 'A cunt your age should be having it regular. If you haven't been getting as much as you deserve, well . . . Let go of her arms, Hank. Let her join in the fun.'

'Ooo. Real macho man, aren't you?' She bends athletically forward and slides the material down to her ankles before pulling one foot free. Then, swinging her leg, she neatly kicks her panties at me. I catch them and stick them in a pocket.

'I'll have you know I'm staying intact 'till I find the right guy.' She says belligerently.

'Well, your wait is over. You've found me at last.' I like this one - got a good lip on her.

She looks pointedly at my jutting cock, 'I think not.'

'No, no, Penelope. Don't provoke him.' Her mother says.

'Good advice,' I say, stepping close to gently run my fingers down the girl's thick bush and along her furrow. She gasps and starts shivering. Obviously her repartee is mostly bravado.

Encouraged, I slip a couple of fingers inside. She's tight, so very tight but, 'Virgo intacta? I think not. Does your mother know?'

'None of your business. No cocky male's ever going to have me.'

'Ah, prefer girls, do we? Or are you addicted to your vibrator?' I begin to play with her bare boobs.

The mother screams. 'Please leave her alone! Stop teasing her! If you must, then take me. I'll do whatever you want, but spare her. Fuck me, fuck me now!' Trying to save her daughter from me.

'Thanks for the offer, my dear. I was becoming sidetracked,' I reply. 'Hank, take the chick over by the bed so we can compare them.'

While Hank shoves the girl to stand beside her mother lying spread eagled in her bonds, I resume the removal of my jeans.

'What a splendid pair you are. You've got the advantage of youth, Penny. But as yet your tits aren't quite up to the size of your mother's. . . Yes, I'm going to enjoy discovering which of you is the best fuck. However let's follow tradition, age before beauty. I'll start with your dam.'

My weapon ready for action I lean forward to the woman, my fingers reaching for those ample boobs and my tongue caressing the inside of her smooth thighs.

She pretends to struggle, her breathing coming in short, frantic gasps. 'Fucking bastard.'

'Tut, tut. Such language from a bank manager's wife. And you're only half right - I'm reliable informed my parents walked up the aisle together at least a month before I was born.' Encouraged, my hands and mouth are all over her.

'No please, don't do this, please.'

'You're the one told me to get on with ploughing your furrow. Anyway, making men happy is what sexy cunts like you are designed for. And why should that wimp of your's have you all to himself? He doesn't deserve a good looking broad like you. I'm going to show you what you've been missing - I'm going to keep fucking your brains out 'till he tells us what we want to know.'

Roughly I kiss her on the mouth. My hands grab and squeeze her firm, juicy tits, thumbs rubbing their upturned buds until they harden. Changing from her boobs to her clit and back again I play with her for several minutes. Her groans are loud as my fingers find their way between her legs and her hunger begins to betray her.

'Stop! Let them go! I'll tell you what you want.' It hasn't taken long to break the dumb bastard. Now he's come close to spoiling my fun with his pathetic, surrender. Well, he'll have to wait until I've emptied my balls in his bitch.

'Quiet wimp, you had your chance . Now you can wait while I show your cunt what it's like to be used by a real man.'

I lower my face to bite her nipples. There's the yummy smell of an aroused cunni as my finger slides between her pussy lips. She's wet and ready. Whatever she may pretend, her body says she's enjoying my attentions.

Right, no more delay. Brutally I drive my hard tool between her legs and deep into her warm centre. She arches her back and groans, 'Yes.'

Vigorously I hammer in and out. I don't want to damage the broad, who knows I might again decide to have a little fun with her, but equally I don't want to give the wimp any hint that might make him change his mind about spilling the true info. Oh, she's a dandy one, pretty tight - doesn't seem to have been used much, or maybe it's merely his tool is undersized.

She's groaning now. Nothing coherent, no "faster, faster", or "harder, harder", but nor is she really objecting. She stiffens and pushes back into me. The muscles of her cunni squeeze my cock - she's coming. She screams her delight.

Good, I boost my efforts. Can't keep going much longer. Suddenly I'm there and my weapon erupts, spewing my noble seed into her welcoming hole.

I rest a moment while my tool wilts and slides from her satisfied cavern. Will the daughter be as good, I wonder. After the dumb husband's pathetic surrender it doesn't look as if I'm going to find out - at least not for a while.

'A "thank-you" would be nice,' I remark.

She glares at me, ashamed to admit she enjoyed the way I screwed her.

Climbing off I reach for my jeans. 'Your mother's set the standard young Penny. You'll have to go some if you're to outdo her. Why . . . '

'No! No! Not her as well. I'll tell you anything you want.' The man is growing crazy, yet all I've done so far is ride his wife, and not for very long at that. I was far too easy on her and came far too soon.

'All right. All right. Don't get your knickers in a twist. All in good time.' I say.

Five minutes later we've got the info we came for and move to phase two of the job. First I give Sean a bell on my mobile - after dropping us off he'd taken the van on to wait round the corner from the bank. He reports all is quiet. 'On our way,' I tell him.

I issue my orders to the other two. 'Tom, get this guy's car on the road. Anybody seeing us will think it's him on his way to church.

'Hank, you stay and keep the pussies content and away from the 'phone. We'll return for you when we've got the cash.

'And Penny, my dear, you be good and when we get back I'll maybe show you how much better it is to have a man inside you instead of your vibe.'

She looks at me, 'And where would you be finding one of them?'

Oh, yes. She's a good one is little Penelope.

Everything is quiet at the bank. Sean has parked the van outside the service entrance and already has the loading door open. Grabbing a couple of sacks each - plus a couple we will fill for Hank - we make for the vault. The timing mechanism doesn't recognize the days of the week so once we've entered the codes - which the wimp had been so anxious to provide - we are amongst the goodies.

Inside we go fast but certain - no rush - and set to, filling our sacks. Each picks his own loot, for what he chooses he keeps - none of this problem of finding some place to count it and divi up. I make a point of grabbing all the foreign currency I can find - a fair amount given the place functions as a Bureau De Change.

Once we have each filled two our sacks we do Hank's pair then stow them in the van and I send Tom and Sean to drive it to a scenic viewing point along the coast road. The car I take back to the house to collect Hank.

We hadn't been gone above an hour, but Hank has put the time to good use by having the girl show him the kitchen and help make a pile of sandwiches. I stick my head into the bedroom and find the wimp and his wife still lying where I had left them trussed to the bed. No way was I going to let them free, but being a kind soul feel that they should have some entertainment whilst they await their eventual release. I have the wimp stretch out on top of his wife in the sixty-nine position, then bind them together with just enough slack that they can amuse each other.

'We'll be on our way,' I tell them. 'Thanks for the hospitality. We really will not welcome any rapid pursuit so when you get free don't be in too much of a hurry calling the police. To help you stay good and true we're taking young Penny with us. Consider her a hostage.'

As they stare at me aghast, I open the wardrobe and pick out one of the wimp's thick cable knit sweaters. Much as I like Penny in the buff she will likely need some covering where I'm taking her.

Quickly we pack in the car - Hank, me and Penny, now wearing the sweater, which comes down to mid thigh.

Fifteen minutes later we rendezvous with Tom and Sean. It is still too early for sightseers and there is no-one to watch Hank join the others in the van, while I collect my two bags of loot and stuff them in the car.

'This is where we split,' I inform my team. 'The van is not known, but even so change it as soon as you can. No further contact - we've each got our own share of the take.'

'What're you going to do, Skip?' Hank asks.

'I've got a vehicle of my own stashed further along the coast,' I say, 'I'll dump this one and disappear.'

'What about the girl?' Sean wants to know. I can see he has an itch to make use of her - he's a real pussy hound which is why I had sent him to the bank away from the women, otherwise he would have shagged them just for the fun of it.

'I'll take her with me. Provided she behaves I'll keep her long enough for us to get a good start.' I say.

'You'll have to dispose of her sometime. Meantime she's got plenty of mileage in her - reckon we could recycle her a time or two.' Sean was once sentenced to community service with the local council's waste disposal team and is now passionate about everything achieving its maximum use - especially women.

'Sure, if we weren't splitting. But I want to be gone and I'm taking her with me. Maybe I'll fuck her later on, maybe I won't. Haven't decided yet. You've got what you came for, so on your bikes.' I turn away and go back to the car where Penny has been quietly waiting.

She might have ideas about escaping but I get the feeling she looks on it all as an adventure and is enjoying herself - anyway she won't get far on bare feet.

I watch my crew drive off before starting the engine then, as I drive back the way we'd come I glance across at Penny sitting quietly in the passenger seat. 'What am I going to do about you?'

'Well, according to tradition you should have your evil way of me and then drive into the distance leaving me at the roadside crying and distraught.'




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I was right. This is an adventure. She's enjoying it and no longer seems bothered, or indeed reluctant, about being fucked.

'And if I ignore tradition?'

'You could always take me with you. Make me your girl, your gangster's moll. A sort of Bonny and Clyde.'

And it seems she means it. Which was the last thing I had expected from an apparently intelligent girl. Yet why shouldn't I? I like them young and well stacked - which she is - very well stacked - and my plans mean a solitary existence for a while. She's feisty and will make a good companion. Keep me on my toes until I get to the south seas and find me the dusky maid I've been waiting to try. It's a romantic dream really - the dusky maid - better to be certain and take my own pussy. A bird in the hand and all that jazz.

'You realize what you're suggesting?' I have to try and dissuade her, or at least ensure she's serious, for my own protection as much as her's since it could all go wrong. 'You'll be giving up all the advantages you have at present. You could be ruining your life.'

'I know, I know. That's what my parents keep telling me every time I want to do something different. They don't seem to understand how deadly boring it is - study, take exams, go to college, get a well paid job, get married, have kids. Whatever happened to living?'

'Very well, provided you understand that you won't be able to change your mind - once we're on our way there will be no return,' I say. 'Also I'll be in charge - you do whatever I decide. And, like a good moll, you do your best to be a satisfactory mistress.'

The last stops her for a moment then she laughs. 'It seems you were right. You are going to be the guy to pop my cherry.'

Half-a-mile or so up the road I turn into the partially concealed track for which I had been aiming, and stop by an overgrown gate well out of sight of the highway. 'Hold still while I collect our next means of transport,' I instruct Penny. She looks at me, mystified.

Hoping over the gate I brush away the leaves on the far side of the hedge. Yes, they're still where I had hidden them the day before. I hoist the two canvas containers into the car, reverse out and drive back onto the main road.

Penny's quiet as we sedately motor another five miles to where the road dips down to the shore line, giving access to a small, sandy beach. 'Time to get your feet wet,' I say. Now she's really bewildered.

I drive onto a small patch of grass between the road and the sand and switch off the engine. Leaving the keys in the ignition - hopefully someone will steal the car, though the chance is remote out here - I collect the two containers and lug them to the edge of the water. I open the first, pull the cord and - bingo - one rigidly inflated boat. Unwrap the other, mount the small outboard engine and my - our - getaway vehicle is complete.

Loading the two bags of loot I push off into the sea. 'Permission granted to come aboard,' I call. Penny clambers into the RIB and we're away along the coast.

In places the cliffs rear above us, in others the ground gently slopes to water. Deeply indented with inlets and coves we soon lose sight of the car. We've not got far to go, just long enough to break the trail. We round a small promontory into a secluded cove, inaccessible from the shore, where a medium sized yacht rides at anchor.

'There you are,' I say, pointing to the yacht, 'home for the next few months.'

We climb aboard. 'Are you a sailor?' I ask.

'A couple of times in a friend's dinghy when we were on holiday in the Bahamas, that's all.'

'That's more or less how I started. Went on a package holiday with a mate and a couple of girls and tried cruising around the Greek islands. They didn't like it. Just wanted to swim, sunbathe and shag, but I was hooked. Made it my hobby.'

'Won't the police know about it and think to check?'

'Doubt it. I made it a secret hobby. Kept it from my friends and always sailed under another name. Bought this boat through a proxy account in my second name. And even if they do strike lucky, then we'll be well away into international waters.'

I stow the bags of loot on the double berth in the forepeak. 'Right let's get the sails up. You can hold the wheel. Keep it amidships for now while I handle the sheets.'

Although beginning to die there is still enough of the early morning off-shore breeze to carry us straight out to sea. An hour later and it has failed leaving us to gently drift. But it is enough, we are outside the territorial limit and can turn our attention to settling in and having a simple meal of the sandwiches and coffee Penny and Hank had prepared.

'What's the plan?' Penny wants to know.

'Well, I'd provisioned the boat so that I could sail south to at least the Cape of Good Hope before I needed to venture ashore. But now there are two of us we may need to find some quiet little fishing village along the way to restock. And somehow we need to organize a passport for you. You can amuse yourself dreaming up a new name.'

'How on earth will you do that?'

'I've got what it needs - a new, untraceable, pay-as-you-go mobile; access to e-mail; money in a secure account; and a contact. The problem may be collecting it. We'll deal with that when the time comes. Possibly pick a time when I'm laundering some of the loot.'

She seems satisfied, so I spend half-an-hour on a few of the more basic elements of sailing. There will be plenty of time over the coming weeks to fully educate her in this - as well as more agreeably personal activities.

Come early afternoon and we are still becalmed, the sails hanging uselessly from the mast. Penny has dragged a blanket from one of the berths, spread it across the top of the cabin and is sunbathing.

It's deflowering time. Time to discover how much fun I'm going to have over the coming weeks.

Lashing the wheel I go below and break out a bottle of the sunblock I'd had the foresight to pack. Joining Penny on the blanket I shed my shirt and start to oil myself.

'You want some of this?' I ask her.

She looks up. 'Sure.'

'Lose the top and I'll do your back.'

She shucks off the thick sweater and lays, naked, on her front. I take my time anointing her smooth flesh. Pouring some oil in my hands I massage it up those long slender legs; across the cheeks of her arse which wobble enticingly under my palms; past her slim waist to her broad back. When I reach her shoulders I turn her face up.

A little more oil then I'm gently rubbing her chest. She sighs so I caress it into the firm flesh of her breasts then down to her stomach and finally, delicately, into her mound.

Pausing, my eyes devour the perfection of her as she lays with her thighs slightly parted to bask in the warmth of the sun on thick nether lips pouting below her squirrel red pubic hair. Her plump, large nippled breasts are nigh on faultless - my cock is rock hard.

One eye opens. 'Why have you stopped.'

'To admire you. To thank the gods for granting me a woman as young and beautiful as you.'

She smiles and reaches up to lightly touch the bulge in my shorts. 'I sense something in there struggling to get out.'

'Are you sure you're ready to make its acquaintance and surrender to its power.'

'If that is to be my fate, the virgin sacrifice cried.'

Laughing, I yank on the zip of my shorts, thrusting the material down to my ankles, my cock springs out anxious to enter the first hole on offer. Bending forward I cup her firm tits, weighing and kneading them, thumbs roughly stroking hard, erect nipples - they are as soft and warm and welcoming as they look. I grip the left bud hard, rolling it in strong fingers while my mouth finds and greedily suckles on the other.

She gasps with pleasure, writhing and clamping her thighs together to contain the ache of desire flowing to her virgin centre, moans softly and, winding her fingers in my hair arches her back.

I flick my thumb again and again across her pointed nipple, run it round and round her broad halo; lift my mouth to her's and thrust my tongue between her lips; force my hand between her legs and spread her.

Her eyes are tightly shut, she is panting and sighing, her tits are heaving as I position the tip of my cock at her entrance. I stroke the inside of her thighs with one finger then slide it knuckle deep into her damp, tight hole, pull out gently, find her clit and rub it hard.

'And is the virgin ready for sacrificing to the great god Dionysus,' I ask, 'Ready to be made a woman?'

She takes a deep breath, 'This wretch submits to her pitiable fate.'

With both hands on her firm arse I squeeze her ripe flesh. She takes a deep breath and groans as I steady myself and let my cock sink slowly into her wet, and silky embrace. Three or four times I slide firmly in and out of her tightness, enjoying the wonder to be found in her young flesh. She opens her eyes and looks at me but I don't think she really sees me, she's too deeply into the flood of new, overwhelming pleasure.

At last, lifting her legs higher, I thrust deep - as deep as I can until I feel my tip nudge the neck of her womb. Pulling back and pressing in, pulling out and thrusting hard I increase my speed and rhythm, taking her, staking my claim to her, making her my woman.

She gives a sharp cry and I feel her fingers clawing and scratching my back while the muscles of her cunni clutches my masterful cock. Her legs tighten across my back. She is lost in her passion.

I can hold out no longer. My rhythm pauses and I erupt, my seed filling her divine grotto.

As I relax, I feel emotionally exhausted, satiated and happy - happy that I have given her pleasure, happy that I have claimed her for my own, happy that she is everything I wanted.

We lie quietly for a while then I roll to one side and pillow my head on her full breasts.

'Is it always as good as that?' She asks.

'Given that was your first time I think it likely it'll only get better.'

'Promise.'

'If we both do our best to please other.'

'You'll have to tell me what you want.'

'Perhaps, but you'll find it'll just come naturally. Relax, we've got lots and lots of time before we arrive anywhere. So, barring a storm or two, we'll want something to occupy our time.'

She's silent for several minutes then, 'Am I better than my mother?'

'In what way?'

'In. . . in fucking.'

'Not sure, but the practice I'm going to give you will make you a lot better.'

'Please.' She shuts her eyes and stretches out to feel the warm sun.

Still no sign of a wind so I go below to start sorting and stowing the contents of my two sacks. All in all I'm quite pleased. One can always wish for more but, with the take from previous jobs that I have stashed in various accounts around the globe, I should have enough to fund a moderate lifestyle. And if invested wisely even a style of some comfort and elegance, despite not having budgeted for Penny sharing it with me. Though first must come a period of low profile.

Reflecting on clothing for my human booty, I decide that the sweater should be ample during any cooler spell and as it gets warmer why she can be permanently sky dressed. However when I later introduce her to slaving in the galley it is obvious she is going to need an addition to her wardrobe, for in choppy seas the stove will tend to splash hot water and fat onto her fair flesh. A rummage through my gear produces an old and, I'm sorry to say somewhat stained, dress shirt I keep for painting and vanishing. It will serve to keep her safe and does have the advantage of buttoning right down the front which will make it easy and quick for me to remove whenever the fancy strikes me.

It is still fairly early in the year so sunset comes before we are quite ready, and with it a warm, gentle westerly breeze. Raising a moderate sail we run before it on a south-east tack.

What a beautiful evening. Sitting in the cockpit, one hand on the wheel the other around Penny's bare shoulders, my fingers idly fondling a firm young boob, I have rarely been as content. For a long time we say nothing, just enjoying each other in the soft warm dusk. Then the me who is a risk taker and can't leave well alone asks, 'What really made you want to come? It wasn't just dissatisfaction - you could have found plenty of less drastic ways. Ones you could abandon if they didn't work.'

'I noticed you were just so shaggable.'

I can't leave it. 'No, I like to think I'm good in bed, but so are a lot of other guys. If all you wanted was a good fuck then I'm sure you wouldn't have had to look very far to find plenty of cock waiting to service you.'

She frowns slightly, 'Really, I don't know. You just seemed the man I needed to be with. Suddenly nothing else mattered - or made sense.'

I feel a glow inside me. 'I know what you mean. I felt just the same about you. I've had my share, probably more than my share, of pussy, but somehow you're the one that matters.'

Quietly she says, 'Then take me again. Shag me now. Please.'

'You realize we may have a problem?'

'And what might that be, my hero?'

'I swore of condoms years back. Who wants it wrapped like an injured warrior especially when all the broad has to do is take a pill. So I didn't include any in the supplies I stowed, and I didn't see you bring any pills.'

'Um. . . you're right. But where's the problem? We just let nature take its course. I'm sure the flower-power people back whenever didn't worry, and they came through alright.'

Doubtfully I put the thought on the back burner. Plenty of time to worry later. Anyway there's always a first time. I've never had time to bother about having a kid, maybe its something I need, and with the money I've now acquired a solution can always be bought.

Engaging the auto-steering I stretch and reach for her hand. No words are necessary as I urge her below to the state-room. It may be a trifle cramped but the mattress, although somewhat thin, is better than hard decking.

Laying her down I stroke her stomach, then the inside of her thighs while I consider how best to please her. She sighs.

'You're very beautiful, my dear,' I say, 'even more when you're horny.'

She giggles happily. 'Get on with it.'

I trail my fingers around her mound and gently scratch up and down her furrow. 'Now, now, we agreed that I was to be in charge.'

'Aye, aye, Captain.'

'Right then, no thoughts of mutiny.' I pinch one of her nipples.

'Only if you hurry up and fit it in me. I can't wait much longer.'

As I briefly kiss her, she thrusts her tongue deep into my mouth. Oh, but she is a fast learner.

She parts her legs even wider to give me easy access. I press my head between her thighs and brush my tongue up and down her furrow seeking her clit. She starts groaning as I take her nub into my mouth and suck hard.

I slip two fingers inside her, seeking for her G spot. Gently I rub where I think it must be. Her already damp furrow gets very wet, her breathing grows heavy and she moans, reaches up and winds her arms about my neck.

Turning her onto her knees I lift her hips. She takes her weight and my hands are free to grab her pendent tits, squeezing and milking them.

As I raise myself and run my rigid cock along her slit she pushes back at me then, almost without realizing it I am inside and moving hard.

'Yes. . . yes. . . shag me with that beautiful cock.' Why is it the nicest ones that talk dirty.

Firmly I move in and out of her. Deliberately I focus on the feeling - somehow she's different, she outshines any cunni, young or mature that I've previously filled - and there have been plenty of those.

'Faster! Fuck me faster!'

I start banging into her hard and fast. My fingers are digging into her tits. 'Squeeze me hard. Come for me, darling,' I gasp.

Suddenly she groaning, her head is back. 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!'

Her cunni muscles are grabbing my tool as it hammers in and out and my seed is beginning to flow in response. I'm exploding inside her, filling her. For one magical moment everything stops as we clutch at each other. Then we collapse, hot, sweaty, exhausted, happy.

'Thank you, woman.'

'And you, Captain.'

'Only one thing wrong.'

'Oh, what's that?' She's worried.

'It was all too quick. We're going to have to learn to last longer.'

'Means we're going to need plenty of practice, Captain.'

'Yes, number one, it does.'

She rolls from me in a fit of giggles. 'With permission, sir, I'll draw up a timetable.'

I reach over and pull her back. 'Where do you think you're going? I haven't finished with you.'

'Sorry, lord and master.'

'So you should be.'

She wraps her legs around me and I slowly stroke her hair as we lie quietly feeling the gentle lift and drop of the swell and listening to the lapping of the sea against the hull.

'One thing though,' I say gently stroking her belly, 'this one I can be sure I made. So I reckon we keep it.'

'Aye, aye, captain.'

Chapter Two - Ill-Gotten Gains

I'm being lazy. Lying on a blanket I've spread in the shade of one of the palm trees edging the shore, I contemplate the insides of my eyelids. My only excuse is that a siesta is customary around these parts and anyway it's too hot this early in the afternoon - despite there being a slight breeze today - not enough to dry the sweat springing from my chest and pooling around my naked balls but still welcome.

By turning my head to one side I can see my Penny idly splashing in the shallows - introducing our month old daughter, Pearl, to water and encouraging her to wave her arms and legs. Far too early yet, but experts do say babies can learn to swim, after a fashion, before they can crawl.

Penny is looking tanned and fit. With the glorious exception of her milk-swollen breasts her figure has already almost shrunk back to its pre-baby proportions and slimness, and she is hinting that in another week or two we are going to resume my regular thrice daily invasion of her cunni - to which she had become sorely addicted. It means that I shall shortly have to get off my butt and pay a quiet visit to one or other of the ports along the coast in order to lay in a supply of pills, for while another kid is definately on the cards, this time it will be planned.

We came across this remote little fishing village three months ago while searching for a place where Penny could safely produce. At first I was unsure whether it would prove a suitable haven for, like most of the region, it had suffered badly in the Boxing Day tsunami of a few years back. It's poor, not so much in terms of the damage - which was mainly to easily reconstructed grass huts - but because when the water struck most of the men had been out fishing; none returned.

Since then there has been international aid by the mountain but, excuse my cynicism, as usual it all went were it showed. Where the media could make its readers and viewers feel good looking at nice pretty pictures - not to isolated, difficult to access villages. Anyway how do you get across the plight of families without men, work or income.

It was clear that Penny and I could become the salvation of a community that was struggling to survive. For the merest bundle of notes from my stash would produce the means to let the women turn from fishing to agriculture - without boats and the strength to sail them they couldn't fish, but they could sow and water and reap. And until the plants grew a few more notes would buy the sustenance they needed.

In return Penny was given the midwifery support of the older women to produce our little Pearl.

A familiar, and favourite, scent wafts by - a woman in heat. Then a hand caresses my chest and tweaks a nipple. Opening my eyes I'm blessed first with the sight of a coffee coloured, conical boob then the smiling face of Twinkle - the chief's youngest daughter. One hand explores my body, coming to rest wrapped around my cock, while the other offers me a coconut brimming with cool milk.




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As I make the effort to raise my head she holds the drink to my lips, casts off the ankle length cloth wrapped around her waist, disclosing firm thighs above nicely shaped legs and beautiful feet. Expectantly she settles her naked thighs across my hips, massaging her furrow on my cock.

You are offended, disapproving, disgusted. How, in her time of need and after my protestations of devotion, can I hurt my Penny by using some other pussy? Normally I would hold up my hands and plead guilty, for such strictures would be well deserved, but the circumstances here are unique.

A number of faiths enshrine a man's right to several wives - even if it's a right restrained by the expense of maintaining several women and their offspring. However its true value to a community is realized in a situation where, as here, there is a dire shortage of men. The few that remain have each taken to their beds at least one extra woman and in some cases, several. So they are giving support and structure to their society. Hopefully, by the next generation, the community will again be balanced and will revert to more usual pairings.

In any case I have often fancied myself to be a modern warrior and somewhere in my reading of history I came across reference to the habit of the Saxons, when campaigning or on a progress, to take with them a war wife, leaving their legal wife and offspring safely on their estates. These days we would call such a woman a mistress or concubine. It was a common sense arrangement in an era where so many men succumbed in battle that there could easily be a shortage of men as well giving protection for wives and children from the dangers of the journey.

Anyway it was a mark of our acceptance that the village chief offered me his youngest daughter. When the disaster struck she had been due to marry but had lost her intended to the sea. Any of the remaining men would have willingly taken her for she is a bright, curvaceous maid. However being the apple of his eye the chief was determined that despite the calamity she should only be given to a man worthy of her, so until we arrived she had been stuck on the shelf.

It would have been insulting for me to refuse such an honour - though I had intended to, for much as the ache in between my legs said I wanted the girl, I didn't wish to hurt my Penny.

But then Penny herself urged me to take her. She pointed out the benefit to all of us. 'It's a win, win, win situation,' she said.

'I can see what the girl gets and I suppose it gives me another pussy to plunder when, as now, you are not available,' I said, 'but how do you gain?'

'All sorts of ways. Another pair of hands to help with the baby and the babysitting, so I get some freedom. The knowledge that you're being entertained even when I myself can't perform. Which means you'll not get ratty at being deprived of your dues and are unlikely to take off and leave me for some cunt I don't know. Also it means I get an occasional rest because much as I want you fucking me, I'm not so energetic as I was.'

'And what about when she also produces, as I'm sure she will?'

'Another plus - a playmate for our little wonder.'

So once more in my retirement, following my selfish instinct has proved the right thing for everyone and I accepted the chief's offer.

Not so fast I hear you cry. What about liberty and freedom of choice? How can her father just give her to you? Irrelevant, I reply, for it seemed she was somewhat forlorn at the lack of a man and was as eager to empty my balls as I.

But I digress. Twinkle - I call her that partly because it describes her nature but mostly because I can't pronounce her proper name - is now trying to guide my still partially erect cock into her.

'Not now,' I say, 'it's much too hot for balling at this time of the day. Later, when it's a bit cooler, I'll give you a good shagging.'

'We could do it in the sea.'

'You're just greedy.'

'For you, yes.'

'I seem to remember your father gave you to me because there was no other suitable man around. So don't overdo things or I just might give you back.'

'Please no, Massa. I be good little native girl.' She has a great sense of humour and loves to make fun of us. Though come to think on it they do say many a true word is spoken in jest.

'You don't know how to be good.' Unlike my feelings for Penny, for Twinkle it's just lust - but long live lust.

'But I do. Every day I show you how good I be.' She leans forward and brushes a firm boob across my lips. I can't help myself - I take first one , then the other bud between my lips, stroking and flicking them with my tongue before heartily sucking them. My cock doesn't know anything about hot and sticky and obeys by standing to attention.

'I give way far too easily, little one,' I tell her, lifting and skewering her firmly into place on my tool.

She wriggles her hips taking every bit of my staff, the tip touching the neck of her womb, before slowly easing up, then down, in the time honoured rhythm.

I cup a breast in each hand, feeling their weight, kneading the firm flesh, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. She slides one hand under my arm and strokes her clit. Her head is back, her eyes shut. She moans.

I grab the cheeks of her arse and thrusting up, force her to go faster and faster. She swings her head back and forth, her long black hair whipping across my face then down her back.

It's getting wild, she's frantic in her need, she's crying out. As she slams down onto me we are coming together. Her muscles contract hard, squeezing every last drop from me.

Exhausted she collapses forward, her tits flattening on my chest. Hot, sweaty and replete we lie there, too enervated to move.

Several minutes later a figure looms over us. 'Go careful, girl. That's my man you're smothering.' Penny says, 'I don't mind you borrowing him but I do expect him back in good condition.'

Twinkle rolls off me replying, 'Then don't leave me to keep him entertained.'

'Now then, no squabbling,' I tell them, though in truth they are only having a bit of fun. They get on very well together, but God help me if they decide to gang up on me.

'In this heat I think a period of abstinence is called for,' I climb to my feet. 'No screwing during daylight hours.'

Twinkle is aghast. 'That's torture.'

While Penny chips in with, 'It's illegal. It violates our human rights beside being an unnatural punishment.'

'So sue me.' I march down toward the sea - time to cool down a bit.

'What a way to treat the mothers of your children.' Calls Twinkle.

Hang on, why the plural? 'What's with the children?' I ask, already the water is lapping my knees.

'Pearl and your son,' Twinkle is rubbing her belly.

'Already?' I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised, she's been continuously randy and demanding since we met. Everything I used to imagine a dusky maid would be. I lower myself and start swimming along the shore quietly contemplating my success.

Well, I have my retirement paradise and, mostly, it's everything I wanted - and more with both Penny and Twinkle - but there are one or two aspects I hadn't thought of. And I suppose we will have to move to a bigger place sometime, if only to find someone to educate the children. Though I suppose that with the aid of the internet we could do it ourselves. But by then I shall probably need to find something to occupy me else I shall finish up suffering from brain rot.

However they do say everyone has a book in them so, since I know where a lot of the bodies are buried, perhaps I shall amuse myself putting pen to paper.

Who says crime doesn't pay?



Taking 9 for the Big 10







Taking a Back Seat



It wasn't as difficult as I thought it was going to be to talk Judy into an encounter in the back seat of Greg's parked vehicle. Judy and I'd had sex in our cars like a couple of teenagers on any number of occasions, and, somehow, it added to the thrill of it all. It's not that we didn't have someplace to go, or couldn't have afforded a room from time to time if we wanted something different, but there were times when we were just carried away by our lust for each other and either couldn't wait, or just wanted to prove to ourselves that we had such a strong attraction to each other that we'd let nothing get in the way. Also, I believe there's a little bit of exhibitionist in most of us – there certainly is in my makeup, as I love to let others "see" what we've done through these stories of our various activities.

But this was going to be different, and Judy and I knew it. Greg was going to show up to talk with us after he got off work. Judy knew I had more than talking in mind; I always do, but what she didn't know is that I'd already been conversing with Greg about doing her right there in the parking lot. 

Now, I don't think that would have really distressed her – she knew all along what was on my mind, and she also may have suspected since she knew that Greg and I had been chatting ever since our first meeting a week before at the El Torito restaurant. The three of us had drinks and exchanged information, and by the time we were done with dinner that night we felt pretty comfortable with each other. 

There'd been some touching – casual, but very hot at the same time – a hand along the thigh, and before the evening was done, Judy and I both felt that big cock bulging inside his pants, touching the spreading wet spot where his pre-cum leaked through the material. Greg and I engaged in a gentle surreptitious pinching of her nipples through the thin dress she wore. We all were ready that night, but decided – all right she decided – to wait a bit.

Later, after we'd left the restaurant, Judy said she thought we should meet one more time before getting a room together. We never liked to have a third party on our own turf – neutral territory was best. That way, no one could ever show up unannounced on our doorstep later – especially when one or the other of us wasn't home. So the threesomes had always taken place at motel rooms or at the other guy's place. But there Judy and I were waiting in my car in the back parking lot of a restaurant named the Royale Cut. Kissing and making out... talking about nearly everything but our planned meeting although it was at the top of both our thoughts. Greg was to stop by on his way home from work. We'd go inside the restaurant and have a drink and maybe something to eat. That was the plan. That was the spoken plan; but I had others buzzing 'round my brain. 

Judy had my cock drooling. Knowing her, I had her juices flowing too. But we knew we couldn't get too involved or we'd get "caught" when Greg showed. Didn't want him to think we were complete sluts. OK, Judy didn't mind, but I did. Greg pulled up next to us on her side in his new four door crew cab pickup. Tinted glass all around, almost black in back. My devious mind went into overdrive. "Let's go talk to him, Baby." I said, opening my door. 

She gave me that look – the one that said she knew exactly what I was thinking. But she opened her door too. Greg saw that we were coming to talk to him and I saw him grin – leer – at Judy from inside his truck. I opened the front passenger door for her, and graciously said "why don't you hop in front?" Another of those looks, but she got in front, and I climbed in the back. 

Small talk: work, family stuff. Judy leaning half against the door in the big front seat; the armrest was down between them. I sat in the middle of the rear, leaning forward, my arms up on the backs of both their seats. Sometimes my hand would be on her shoulder, sometimes it'd be gently rubbing the back of her neck, or straying up into her hair. She was beginning to relax despite the obvious sexual tension of our meeting. We kept talking and laughing and just getting to know more about each other.

Finally, Greg asks, "So do I pass the audition? Do I get a part to play?"

Judy laughs, "Well, this was hardly an audition."

"More like a reading," I say. "But I don't think we're talkin' bit part here," I add as I look over at the way his cock has made itself known along the inside of his leg. "More like a second leading man."

"Well," he said, eyeing her cleavage exposed by the short, low-cut summer dress she had on, "I sure love the leading lady."

"That makes two of us," I answer.

Judy has great tits. Huge, soft, areolas cover the entire end of her breasts. Her nipples are extremely sensitive.

"You are really hot, Baby," I tell her, continuing to stroke the back of her neck, my mouth coming as close to her ear as the seat-back will allow. I reached through the opening left by the arm rest and gently cup her left breast. "Want to show us just how hot?"

She gives a little "mmmmm..." when my fingers lightly brush the nipple pushing through the thin material. I caress her cheek with my other hand, ever so lightly running my fingers across her lips. Her tongue snakes out to lick them before she turns and looks deeply into my eyes. I can see the rise and fall of her breasts increase as her nervousness returns. The thumping of her heart is strong enough to be felt when I touch her neck and snake my fingers toward her cleavage. 

Greg, meanwhile, leans toward her, his hand crossing the armrest as he trails the backs of his fingers lightly up her thigh then, I watch as on their return trip down her leg, his fingertips cross from the material to the skin. Judy gave a sharp intake of breath. 

I reach around the side of the seat, find the recline lever, and ease her back. She looks into my eyes the whole time. Finally we were able to kiss, and it is such a heated exchange, as if she is trying to swallow my whole tongue. I look up and realize why; Greg has her dress hiked up past her hips; he's touching the outside of her thong panties with one hand, while running his other hand all over her. It is a mesmerizing site – for us both. I cradle her head, massaging her lightly, and ease the strap of her dress off her shoulder at the same time. She watched almost without breathing as we slowly exposed her aroused body. Her left breast is uncovered at almost the same moment as Greg slips her thong aside. From the swelling of her pussy lips and the erect state of her nipple we can tell what erotic feelings possess her. I move my hand lightly around her breast, avoiding her protruding nipple until ,at last, I can resist touching it no more. Playing with Judy's nipples always makes her go a little crazy, but having both centers of pleasure pleasured, is enough to make her scream. 

She kisses me harder, murmuring "Oh God," into my mouth. Greg had slips his finger from her clit into the folds of her pussy, and finding sexy liquid there, begins to smooth it over her clit, then dips in for more.

The other strap is down – was it me, or did she do that herself? Both breasts now exposed, her hips undulating to the rhythm of Greg's touch, she looks so completely sexy. Greg pushes the armrest separating them up and out of the way, leans over and releases the seat-back lever completely so that Judy is laid out nearly flat. He's watching his fingers as they work their magic, her oh-so soft lips coating his fingers with exquisite slipperiness. Judy's kisses are so sweet, so sexy. I love the way her mouth tastes. 

I hold her breast out for Greg to suck, and Judy's excitement is palpable under the spell of our two mouths. Greg kisses his way toward the juncture of her smooth thighs.

I pause in my kissing and hold her head up so she can watch as he begins to run his tongue over her dripping pussy lips. "Mmmmm," I tell her. "You do taste so good, Babe. Open up for him. Let him have some of that sexy love-nectar."

Judy's such a good girl, such a willing lover, she gives herself completely, spreading her legs wide.

"Tell him what you want, Baby," I say.

"Ohhh," she says. "Taste me. Taste my cunt." She knows how much men love to hear those nasty words coming out of her mouth.

"That's it, My Love," I instruct her. "Just give it to him. And show me what his tongue is doing to you." I lean forward and kiss her again, while Greg sucks at her hot, slippery pussy and our hands massage her breasts. I squeeze her tits and hold them out for Greg as he plays with her nipples. I place my mouth at right angles to her, simulating the way her cunt lips are for his mouth, and she begins to lick and suck in unison with his plunging tongue, demonstrating exactly what he's doing to her, fucking my mouth with her tongue. 

"You know how exciting you taste, don't you," I whisper directly into her mouth as she moans in uncontrollable desire. "Your sultry lotion is the perfect aphrodisiac. It makes our cocks so hard when we taste you. You want our cocks nice and hard for you?"

"Oh yesssss," it comes out as a hiss of passion.

"Let's have some too, then," I suggest.

Her left hand is around Greg's neck, pulling his face into her spread thighs. Her other now goes to her gaping cunt and joins his tongue in fucking her. One, then two, then three fingers plunge in right along with his tongue. When they're coated with her sexy cream, she brings them up and spreads it all over her lips and offers them to me to suck the rest off. I do, then lick it from her face. She does taste absolutely sexy, and she knows it... she loves it too. Her juices are such a turn-on.

Six hands, ours and hers, now roam her hot, exposed body, squeezing her tits, feeling her nipples, slipping through her open cunt, spreading her love juice all over her tits and her face for me to lick off. That sultry fragrance fills the cab of Greg's truck as Judy writhes in uncontrollable passion.

"Tell us what you want, Baby," I encourage her.

"I want to be fucked," she says, while Greg's tongue is doing exactly that. 

"Here?" I ask.

"Here," she says breathlessly. "Right here. I want him to fuck me right here. Now." "Tell him, Baby. You know we love to hear you."

She pulls his face from her cunt and tells him. "I want you to fuck me with that big cock."

"What are you, Lover?" I prompt.

What is there about hearing a woman call herself a slut – and mean it – that is so totally hot? Men love hearing it; women love to submit and hear themselves say it. 

"I'm your slut," she pants. "I am a total slut. Fuck your slut."

"We are going to, My Dear Sweet Slut," I assure her, and begin to pull her into the back seat. "I think Greg and I should change places. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she says without thinking about it at all. "Yes." Then to him she says, "Come and fuck your slut. Your hot fuck-slut. I want you to pump me full of your hot cum," she tells him. "I'm your cum-slut. Come fuck me."

This is the hottest thing imaginable, when she's lost all control over herself and wants it so badly that she's going to beg for his cock and his cum. Greg does have such a big, thick, sexy cock that I understand her need to feel it pumping her full. 

We check to make sure the coast is clear – it's still a bit early for the lot to be full for dinner – there's just a number of cars of the patrons who're enjoying happy hour. Nothing like our happy hour though.

I open the side door and Greg gets out too. "Go in from the other side so I can watch this better," I tell him. I take his spot in the driver's seat and then as he walks around to the back door on the passenger's side. I snap the seat back up so he can climb in. Judy is now leaning against the back door on the driver's side, her dress hanging down, her tits showing, her legs spread for his pleasure. "Go ahead and take it off, Baby. I want you to be totally nude."

That is more than she's completely comfortable with, but she complies with my wishes, slipping the dress over her shoulders and off, and then rising her hips as Greg helps her slide her thong down her legs. She's so vulnerable now, completely naked in the back of Greg's truck cab. I take her dress from her as she leans forward to help Greg unbuckle his pants. 

His hands are again all over her as she unzips his pants, freeing that pent-up cock that is already ready to explode. "I want you naked too," she tells him, and he helps her undress him completely. 

I watch as she takes hold of that big cock and rubs the pre-cum all over the head, lust showing plainly on her sweet face. He leans back and she rises to all fours. Her mouth goes to him and I can't believe again how sexy it looks for her to take another man into her mouth. She sucks and licks his engorged manhood while Greg gives a running commentary.

"Ummmm... You like this big cock?" It isn't just big; Greg is bordering on huge.

"Um hmm," she answers around the massive shaft that's filling her mouth.

"That's it. Get it all worked up. Suck me."

Her hands are all over him, cupping his balls, running over his ass, pulling him toward her as she swallows his cock. I love watching him fuck her mouth and, leaning over the front seat, glancing from time to time across the parking lot; I run my hands all over her body, put my fingers into her wet cunt, spreading her juices all over her swinging tits. I reach and touch his thick, throbbing dick right where it enters her lips, feeling her tongue come out and lick my fingers. "I'd have you drink his cum," I tell her, "but you know where I want it, don't you?"

"Ummm hummm," she answers me, swallowing that big cock deeper and deeper, saliva and pre-cum dripping from her chin every time she pulls back so that the big, mushroom-shaped head is between her lips. I have one hand on him, feeding him into her mouth, and the other one between her legs, pumping my fingers into her in tandem with his thrusts. She is beside herself with lust. My cock was straining against my pants, ready to cum just from the sexy spectacle I'm witnessing... that I am participating in.

We went on and on like that for I don't know how long – it might have been ten minutes, it might have been a half hour - with me finger fucking her, both of us feeling her breasts, while she got more and more excited. Her thighs were running with her juices, and I'd take it and coat her nipples and rub it all over her face.

We could see people in the parking lot now, at least Greg and I could – it was still light, and even though we were parked headed into a line of trees that separated the lot from the self-storage buildings next door, it was incredibly exciting watching her, on her hands and knees, completely nude, and completely lost in the moment. 

I have to admit, that Greg does have a great cock – 8 inches at least – classic look. He could have been a porn star with that thing. There've been many times since that Judy and I shared it between us, so I know now exactly what she was experiencing, but at the time I could only watch and imagine it. 

Greg was clearly enthralled with Judy's enthusiasm. He was going on and on saying things like "Yeah, that's it. Suck that cock," and "Let me see you lick that pre-cum with the tip of your tongue. Oaaaaahhh, taste it." He didn't hold back, but called her a "good slut," "his slut," "cock slut," and even said he knew she was a "cum slut." Judy just got more and more wild at everything he – and I – said to her as she sucked his cock.

Finally, he told her to turn around that he wanted to "fuck that slut cunt." 

She does what he wants, almost in a trance, placing her left hand on the side door window sill and her right on the seat back where I sit watching her. I lean over and kiss her, tasting his cock all over her mouth. I fondle her tits while she presents herself to him, her creamy pussy waiting, anxious, for that big cock. Greg wastes no time in lining himself up with her and rubbing the big head all over her slippery cunt, running it through those now loose and wanton lips. 

She already knew what I want to hear her say to him, so she looks me in the eyes but says to him, "Fuck me. I'm your cock-hungry slut who needs that big...ooooohh!" and he was in her all the way in an instant, wasting no time in withdrawing it as far as that swollen head and then ramming it deep into her juicy womb.

Judy's eyes get a glazed-over look and roll slightly back in her head as he fucks her. Her mouth is either kissing mine or close enough that I can still smell him all over her face as he pounds into her. She keeps a running dialog of what he is doing to her and how hot it makes her feel. 

In the end he has her begging for his cum, his "hot cum," for him "pump her full," and "never stop." She says she loves his cock and thanks me again and again for letting him fuck her, she thanks me for finding someone with such a big, hot cock to pump her so full. 

"Fuck your slut," she tells him. "I want it. Give it to me. Pump it into me." 

I tell her to use that sexy cunt and milk it from his cock. I want her to take it all from him. I tell her again that I love it when she becomes a slut for hot cock. That I want her to make him give her everything. Greg, meanwhile, assures us that he is going to do exactly that.

Judy and I have always been able to cum together when we want it to happen that way. It's so satisfying to have us both heaving and panting at the exact moment. Watching her do it while impaled on another man's cock is, strangely, equally exciting for me. Maybe it's her loss of control, her total submission, or her uninhibited display of lustful pleasure. Whatever it is, it's so hot and I can see and feel her building to that moment as she kissed me and yet gives her body fully to Greg's satisfaction. 

"Go ahead, Babe, and milk his cock with that hot cunt of yours."

"Oh yeah," she says breathlessly, being pushed forward against my mouth in rhythm with his thrusts, "I want his cum inside me. Do you want me full of his hot cream?"

"Yes. Take it from him. Cum on his cock. Cum all over his cock."

"Ooooooh!" Their cries mingled together as their bodies and hot juices began to mingle together. I keep my right hand on her swaying tits while I slide my left hand between her legs, right to where his big cock has her cunt-lips spread wide open. I rub her clit and feel his cock as they both exploded amid their passionate cries. Obscenities mix with words of endearment in a hot rush of emotions and love juices. Greg buries himself deep, pumping it into her, then pulls nearly out, creaming her clit and my fingers. Then back deep, as deep as he can go, throbbing and crying out while she moans and sobs in pleasure.

Judy was so thoroughly fucked, so completely taken. Greg was sweating and panting as he slowly withdrew his cock from her; a rush of cum and her juices poured onto my waiting hand.

She kneels there quivering while I feed it to her, licking it up with her, kissing her and tasting their lovemaking with her.

She stays that way with her head resting on the seat, her ass and pussy still on display for him while he dresses, zips and buckles his pants, puts on his shirt, and gets out and comes around to where I sit in the driver's seat.

"I think she needs you," he says, as we exchanged places.

She does.

I climb into the back seat, and she hasn't moved except that her head has fallen forward as she tries to regain her breath and composure. Her pussy gapes wide, showing how full she is of his thick, white seed; her thighs are covered in a flood of their combined cum.

She's never looked so erotic, so totally sexy. Waiting.

"Do me." Her voice is barely above a whisper. She knows me so well. "Do me now, Baby. It's your turn. I'm all yours."

I run my hands along her sides, over her hips. She trembles under my touch. 




Taking a Back Seat



"Baby," she says, "you know you want to. Baby. You know I want you to..."

That was all it took. She did look so sexy. I was mesmerized by the sight, drinking it in. I wanted to drink her in... them in. I held her hips and drew us together. 

She steadies herself with her right leg on the floor where I kneel. I run my tongue across the small of her back, then down the back of her right thigh. Then inward. Then through the slickness that coats her smooth skin. It gathers on my tongue. It is so wild. Something primal overtakes me when presented with such debauchery. She fills my senses with animal lust, the sight, smell, taste, the way she feels all covered in hot juice, the gentle coaxing of her words of encouragement. 

While I lick her clean, sucking the copious residue of their passion from her clit and tongue it from her as it freely flows from her womb, savoring every drop as she repeatedly instructs, I can hear Greg complementing her on being such a hot, sexy slut. He touches her nipples and gets her to admit that she loves his big cock. He has her again confessing that she is a slut – his slut – that she will let him fuck his slut whenever he wants to and that she needs to be filled over and over with his cum. 

My cock is throbbing, pulsing, aching to explode, and pre-cum had stained my pants where it is still trapped, straining, inside, but I know she wants me to wait, that in our own private moments afterward that she and I would settle up and again she will be mine alone. But for now she is a wanton slut, writhing on my tongue, entranced by Greg's words, and begging for more. When she comes this time for us, I think she might have a heart attack it is so intense. She gushes a flood of Greg's and her cum so heavy it soaks my face and the front of my shirt and still I stay and drink, taking every drop I can while she cums and cums.

Later, there would be other times with Greg, and we would share his cock and taste his cream together in the privacy of a motel room more times than I can remember, but this first meeting remains unique for its sheer intensity. And I knew, even as we stumbled from his vehicle and back to our own, that it was one I would remember in exacting detail. 



Taking A Backseat



As I took the picture of the monkey that had been brave enough to steal my breakfast, I felt him.

Thinking that I was crazy, I slowly turned around to see the love of my life standing in the middle of the clearing looking right at me.

I couldn't move. Was he real? Had I lost my mind?

When I saw him move toward me, I knew. Taking a step in his direction, I was close to crying, I'm sure I was. He had chosen me over everything else. Still in shock and grateful, I moved towards him as his arms opened for me.

His kiss tasted like home. His arms felt like heaven. He had never held me so tight, not even after I was saved from the desert. Kissing my lips, cheeks, eyelids, nose and then my neck, he devoured me.

"I love you Sara," he finally said.

"I love you, Gilbert." I replied.

"You are my life. I'll never choose anything over you. Never again." He whispered.

Taking his hand and pulling him further into the camp and toward my tent, he stopped.

"I didn't come here just to kiss you and make love to you. I hope you know that." Gil whispered in my ear.

I smiled, "then why did you come here?"

He grinned, "I need to go get my pack, then you can take me to your lodgings and I'll tell you."

I watched him as he walked over to get his backpack; he walked quickly, more so than he usually does and I felt funny in my lower belly, my stomach clenching in anticipation. I was most certainly in shock. I still couldn't believe he was here.

Walking towards my small tent, we held hands and remained silent. He would look at me every so often and I'd look over at him to return his glance. I think we were still trying to take each other in.

As we entered the tent, which I have called home for past two weeks, he turned and grabbed me, kissing me hard and urgently.

"Sara, I am sorry for being so stupid and blind. I love you more than anything in this world and I want you more than words can say."

I looked into his eyes as he spoke the words I had longed to hear for months, and that's when I noticed he was crying.

"I want you to marry me, do me the honor of being my wife and the mother to my children. Please Sara. Say that you will."

I was crying now, unable to speak. I could only shake my head, and he looked terrified.

"Please say that you still love me honey. I know I kept you waiting too long, but I know now that you are my life and my soul."

"Gilbert Grissom, you are such an idiot sometimes. I do want to marry you, I want to have children with you and I love you more than anything." I touched his bearded cheek and continued, "I only left Vegas and the lab, I would never leave you. I love you."

We kissed again softly and hugged for what seemed like hours, holding each other and reminding our bodies of how the other felt to hold and be held. Eventually his kisses turned more urgent and hungry, making me respond the same way.

"Gil, make love to me." I whimpered softly, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

A crooked smile ran from his lips and he took my face in his hands, kissing me passionately. I felt my body quivering until he pulled back to look into my eyes. "I worship you, Sara. I do."

"Show me," I say.

"With pleasure."

As he takes off my shirt, he kisses each new area of exposed flesh.

"You taste like heaven, honey." His breath ghosts across my skin and I shudder.

My shirt falls to the ground and he continues to kiss, lick and bite his way across my neck, shoulders and back as he takes off my bra and lets it fall to lie with my shirt.

I turn to face him and he stares at me. He looks like he could devour me whole, I don't mind. In fact I crave it.

I get tired of waiting for him to touch me, since he seems to just want to look. So, I reach for his sweat-soaked shirt and begin the task of unbuttoning it.

He grins, looking shy and lustful at the same time. It had been over a month since we had seen each other and he seemed cautious.

His shirt falls to the floor and I see that he has lost some weight, his belly not as rounded as it was a month ago when we last made love. I kiss his chest, licking his nipples and he groaned. I love how his chest tastes and I keep moving down toward his waist. His strong hands stop me and he caresses my face, "You are so beautiful."

I kiss him, deeply, our tongues touching and tasting each another. My hands move to his shoulders and I pull him closer to me. As our kisses turn hungrier, he took charge of freeing me of my pants and panties after I kicked off my shoes and then I went to work on his remaining clothes.

"You are the most alluring thing in this world, Sara." He whispered in my ear.

His impressive erection was rubbing against me as we deepened our kiss. I moved to sit on the bed but kept my hands on his hips.

Grinning, I took hold of his rigid cock and slipped my lips around it. I felt Gil shudder as I began making love to him with my mouth. Feeling like I was starving for him, I sucked, bit, licked and pumped him until he was begging for mercy.

"Honey, make it last." He sighed.

I all but stopped, then, I suddenly took him deep, swallowing him whole, he came hard bucking his hips with a groan and I swallowed everything he gave me.

He looked down at me wide eyed as I licked my lips and he was still shaking when he laid me out on my little bed, covering me with hot kisses. At my toes, he took each one into his mouth, sucking and licking each digit in turn. He caressed the bottom of each foot with his lips and slowly kissed his way up my legs and as he moved to my thighs, I sighed.

"Oh, Gil..."

Massaging my thighs with his strong hands, he licked and bit his way to my folds and knelt before me. He spread my lips and trailed his tongue around my opening. He was generous with his kisses, making my pleasure his main goal. After penetrating me with his tongue I began to hunger for more, feeling my release burning inside me.

The intensity of my building orgasm had my head spinning. "Gil!" I screamed out his name as I came, my body trembling with pure pleasure.

As he stood, his massive cock was still hard and he smiled as he licked his lips.

"Come here." I demanded with a growl.

He crawled up my body and settled between my thighs, his dick teasing my wet folds. I tasted myself on his soft full lips as he kissed me.

Entering me slowly, I felt my body adjusting to his girth. Moving just a little bit almost made me dizzy with pleasure as he thrust slowly and deep into my core.

"God, I love you." He huffed into my ear.

"More," was all I could say as he drove deeper into me.

"More, Gil!"

After gaining his momentum and with his destination in sight, I let him take me to the pinnacle of ecstasy once more. He pumped and came hard into me screaming out my name.

As we lay there entwined in each other's arms, still reeling from our passionate reunion, he kissed my forehead and asked, "Can we get married tomorrow?"

"Yes.Sólo quiero para siempre."

"What does that mean, sweetheart?" He asked me

"I only want you, forever." I say.

"You learned Spanish?" He asks.

"A little."

"I've learned some things too."

"What have you learned, babe?" I whisper to him still trying to catch my breath.

"It took me a while, but after talking to Heather Kessler, she helped me realize that you are my life, not the lab, my bugs or Las Vegas. I was miserable without you. I ached for you. Hank and I didn't sleep. When sleep would eventually find me, I'd dream of you. Most of the time I'd wake up calling your name, other times, I'd have to pleasure myself because the thoughts of you drove me crazy."

He kissed me again and continued, "I went to speak with Heather about a case, but we ended up talking about you. I finally told her everything. I spoke of the desert, your leaving the first time and then after Warrick's funeral. She told me 'not making a decision was my decision,' but I knew that wasn't the case. I slept at her house. I did, but that's all I did - sleep. I fell asleep for over two days. When I woke up, I started making plans to find you, that was my decision. You Sara."

I kissed him. "The next time we visit Vegas, remind me to thank her."

"I am so sorry that you and our life together took a backseat to the lab. Never again, honey. Never again." He spoke softly as he fell asleep.

We were married the next day and Gil sent an email to Catherine....

Catherine,

I am doing fine in my new life. My wife and I are going to travel for a few months before deciding on a city to call home. We'll be in touch soon. How is Hank? Tell him his Mother says hello.

I am attaching a photo of the wedding for you to share with the team. Sara and I have never been happier.

Grissom 



Taking a Break



Sitting at her desk, hard at work, she decided to let herself take a small break. Most people take this time to smoke cigarettes or refill their coffee; she had a different strategy to get through her work day. She allowed herself to sink into her own mind. Sometimes, she would plan the perfect meal, other times she would imagine the feeling of watching a movie with a glass of wine in her bathtub. Today, she felt like indulging in her favourite fantasy.

She could remember every contour of her body. She could conjure up her smell and taste. Her firm muscular thighs, curvaceous hips, plentiful breasts with nipples the colour of bitter chocolate. This woman's body was a drug to which she was addicted. She was ready to go on a J-e-M bender. 

She imagined reaching home after a long day's work, feet aching, shoulders stiff, and in desperate need of a drink. She steps in the door, her friend lounging on her bed in nothing but a cotton kurta that has been worn down to the softest and sheerest fabric. She could see her ample breasts clearly accentuated by this almost threadbare piece of clothing. The weariness of her day evaporates and is replaced with unadulterated lust.

She couldn't wait to put her mouth around it, her slick cunt with her engorged protruding clit. But she was disciplined; she knew not to jump to dessert when there were appetisers to be had. She wanted to savour every lingering kiss; she wanted to build up the tension until they both reach a frantic, frenzy momentum. No, this was not going to be a quickie.

She threw down her bag and pounced on J-e-M with such ferociousness that the whole bed shook under them. She savours J-e-M's kisses with a zeal that is usually reserves for an old reserve port wine. As their kisses got deeper and longer, she slowly slipped in her tongue and methodically brushed the top of her palette with the tip of her tongue. Her could feel J-e-M's body tense and relax as her tongue was stroking the inside of her mouth. Tense, relax, tense, relax, tense, and relax, until J-e-M breaks their embrace to catch her breath. She's not ready to stop; she takes her breathless mouth and starts licking her lips, tracing the shape of her mouth with her tongue.

J-e-M is wriggling under her, trying to break free to catch her breath. She pulls up for a brief second, only to take J-e-M's hands and pin them up above her head. She continues to kiss her deeply, devouring her whole mouth. J-e-M breaks free of her grasp. She puts her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and rhythmically presses into her ass. She follows J-e-M's lead and bucks her hips between J-e-M's legs. J-e-M opens her legs wider to receive her. They continue to fuck each other in missionary position with J-e-M setting the pace with her hands in her back pockets. As their bucking gets faster, their moans get longer and louder.

She pulls backs to take off her shirt. As she flings her shirt, J-e-M has already starting taking off her bra. J-e-M is laying beneath her, looking up at her abundant chest. She reaches up and gingerly touches her breasts. This is the catalyst that she needs; she throws her off of her and climbs on top. In one swift move, the tables have turned. J-e-M reaches down, unbuckles her belt, undoes her pants, and has her completely naked.

J-e-M starts kissing her again, slowly and sweetly with a devilish look in her eye. She moves down to her neck. She pays special attention here; hundreds of soft kisses that turn into teasing bites. She is writhing under her now. J-e-M takes her ear in her mouth and licks the outer edge until it is bright red and scorching hot. She moves back down to her neck and makes her way to the part where her arms meet the upper part of her breasts. She spends a copious amount of time there licking and kissing all around her breasts while playing with her nipples in with her hand. She massages each breast and lavishes endless attention onto them. 

She tries to take off J-e-M's kurta, but has her hands swatted away. J-e-M moves to her side and caresses up and down her torso. She flips her over and starts kissing the back of her neck. She goes wild, trying to get up so that she can touch her. J-e-M will not have any of that. She ties her hands behind her back. J-e-M kisses her way down, stopping at the dip on her lower back. She blows softly on it, and she thrashes in pleasure and discomfort. J-e-M kisses the spot. It results in more squirming verging on struggling. J-e-M lifts her hips, so that her ass is in the air and continues to kiss and lick the sensitive spot. J-e-M knows that she can't take any more of this, so she takes the belt and whips it across her bare bum.

Slap. Slap. The mixture of pleasure and pain cause her to gasp and moan. Slap, gasp, kiss, moan. Slap, gasp, kiss, moan. Her bum is red; J-e-M goes to kiss it better. Much to her delight, she sees that all this stimulus has made her pussy start to drip. She takes her finger and touches the droplet of moisture and lets it fall on her finger. She starts kissing her ass from top to bottom, never touching her pussy. 

She loves the power that she has in this position with her ass in the air. J-e-M takes her finger and slowly trails it from the dip in her back down her ass, down her thigh, down her calf, to underside of her foot. She twists and turns from the sensation. 

J-e-M finally flips her over. She lifts her kurta and places herself squarely between her legs, they are pussy to pussy. They start bucking again, fucking, rubbing, banging their clits against each other. Each thrust causes them gasp and groan. Their thighs are slick with each others' wetness. The bed is creaking in unison with them. She tightly wraps her legs around J-e-M, and she gives a final thrust and a deep guttural sound comes out of her. She disentangles her legs from J-e-M and her body goes limp. 

J-e-M leans down and kisses her clitoris, one soft barely there kiss and she her entire body tenses, releases, wriggles, twists in another orgasm that brings just a small almost inaudible whimper from her lips. 

She opens her eyes and sees that she has received several emails in her 15 minute coffee break. Reluctantly, she goes back to work, knowing what is waiting for her at home.



Taking a Break from the Garden



Ugh! She couldn't take it anymore. She was hot, tired and her back was yelling at her "Straighten up!" 

Unbending from the row of plants she was tending she cocked back her hat and wiped her sweaty forehead with one hand while the other pressed into the small of her back. As she stretched back the nipples of her small breasts pressed tightly against the fabric of her damp t-shirt. 

Coming out of the stretch, she looked about and saw Louis working a few rows over. With his shirt off the sun shone fully on his broad shoulders and back, shimmering slightly on the sheen of sweat that covered him. 

"Man," she thought to herself, "that is one gorgeous man." A slight tingle passed through her nerves when she looked at his defined physique. 

"Louis?" she called to him. 

"Yes?" he said loudly, not looking up from his work. 

"I need a drink. I'll be right back." 

"Oui. Bring me one too please" he said back. (translated from French) 

She reached the end of the row and turned, walking inside the house, out of the sun and heat. As she stood at the kitchen tap sipping a cool glass of water, her eyes followed Louis's every move outside. His muscles rippled under his skin with every thrust of the shovel in his hands. When he dropped to his heels to examine something closer to the ground his jeans stretched taut and she was reminded of the fine ass underneath. 

The view of his denim encased ass sent her mind drifting to thoughts of his skin close to her own. Cool glass in one hand, she closed her eyes and pictured his strong form towering over her as she lay before him, naked and wanting. Picturing him reaching down and opening his jeans to free his manhood, Bridget slowly slid her own hand down to her crotch, between her jeans and cotton unders. In her vision, he pulled himself free of his briefs, she sighed and her fingers brushed her mound. The sensitivity of her sex surprised her and with a small intake of breath her eyes opened and she glanced about and then outside. 

With a faint impish smile for herself she said softly, "Just...real quick." And with that she set down her drink and raced back to the bedroom, thinking of Louis, his face, his arms, his as and his lovely, huge, cock. "...love that man's cock," she thought to herself, entering the bedroom. Quickly she peeled off her jeans and now wet panties, leaving them in a heap beside the bed. She tossed herself, naked from the waist down, upon the bed feet together, knees spread wide. The thoughts of Louis's manliness, his cock and the naughty hooky she was playing worked in concert to heighten her excitement. 

Closing her eyes once again, Louis in mind, she eased her right hand down over the swell of her breasts, along her flat stomach and finally to the top of her mound. Slowly two of her fingers slid down over her bare patch and gently touched her outer lips. Again she gasped from the unexpected sensitivity and as she delicately traced her engorged flesh, her mind fell into fantasy.... 

She was in the shed out back looking for something. Spotting it on the shelf over the workbench she stretched to reach it. As she did, she felt Louis's strong arm sliding around her from behind and palming her left breast. He moved closer to her as his fingers found her nipple. My love... he whispered in her ear as he tugged on her nipple, gently. He moved his body against hers, and in the bedroom her fingers slipped inside her wetness delicately pushing. 

In her daydream, he began to kiss and nibble at her neck, his one hand never leaving her breast and the other slowly sliding up her side. She stopped stretching for whatever she'd been looking for and eased her hand back to feel the considerable bulge in the front of his jeans. The bulge rapidly hardened under her hand. 

Back in the cool darkness of the bedroom Bridget slipped her fingers inside her now sopping wetness. A huge jolt of pleasure shot straight from her loins, up her spine and blossomed into her brain. She began to slowly pump her fingers in and out of her wetness with a soft "slish, slish." While her fingers couldn't hope to match up to Louis's erect manhood, the visions in her head helped her along... 

In the shed, Louis's free hand had slid to the snap on her jeans and undid it, sliding her zipper down as well. I need you, my love. I must have you! he said as her peeled down both pants and panties. Do you need me too? he asked his finger sliding up and over her womanhood. She knew he had felt her wetness and the quivering of her legs gave away fully her desire. Yes, my love! I WANT... she replied. His arm released her breast and her pushed her shoulders forward, bending her over the workbench exposing her wetness to him. Looking backwards between her supporting arms she could see him loosening his trousers. She faintly heard his voice call her name. Finally, his clothes shed, she pictured his massive erect penis moving towards her ready to fill her urgent need. 

The bedroom echoed with the sounds of Bridget's fast breathing and the soft wet sounds of her fingers working rapidly at herself. The mental imagery was doing it's job and her sex gleamed with her juices. Now, fingers moving inside her she began to rub her clit with her thumb while her other hand gently massaged her breast. Her ministrations were rewarded with the building of pressure deep inside her. 

With the image of his cock poised to fill her in this hot dusty shed, she felt like a "bad" farm girl sneaking out back to let her "boyfriend" have his way with her. Imagining him sliding the crown along her moist lips made Bridget groan in the bedroom. The fantasy of him sliding his entire bulk into her was almost more than she could take. She felt the deep clenching of her coming climax begin to roll outward. Her fingers picked up speed as she rubbed and flicked and focused on his thick bulk sliding wetly in and out of her. As the fantasy-Louis picked up speed, so did Bridget, imagining the fullness of him inside her, thrusting, plunging and withdrawing, faster and faster. Her climax was near now, she felt its intensity building, climbing the mountain inside her. She heard Louis grunt and thought he too was close to cumming.... Suddenly her eyes flashed open and there WAS Louis! Standing in the doorway watching her! She looked at him wild-eyed and, glancing down, saw the effect her "show" had on him. The front of his pants nearly bust from the pressure behind. The thought of him watching her pleasure herself drove her over the edge and the wave of her climax broke over her. Throwing her head back she moaned loudly and pressed into herself with her fingers, fully, riding the wave of ecstasy as it coursed through her.... 

Shuddering, she relaxed out of her arch and came back to the bedroom, sliding down the warm gentle slopes of her receding orgasm. Glancing up she saw Louis remained in the door way. My love.... he said. Quickly, sensing that he might turn to leave at any moment, she scrambled out of bed and approached him. Slipping her hands into the waistband of his jeans she stood on tiptoe stretched up and mashed her lips into his. 

Holding the kiss her hands went to work at the belt and clasps holding his jeans up and barring the release of what she wanted most. A moment later her efforts were rewarded and her hands felt his hardness, restrained only by the thin fabric of his boxers. Finally breaking the kiss and with his jeans in hand she slowly lowered her body along him till she knelt. As she settled into her new position in front of him, she noticed a small wet spot forming in the front of his grey boxers. Again an impish smile crossed her lips and she began to peel the unders down his legs. 

With a final tug his pink granite rod sprung forth semi-erect and pointing at her chin. Bridget quickly cupped his balls in her left hand while her right was filled with his thick shaft. With a few strokes of her fingertips it jumped and began to firm up. She heard him exhale with a small groan and she glanced up to see his eyes closed head tilted back. 

Still cradling his sack, she wrapped her right hand around his shaft and began to slide up and down it. It instantly became rock hard in her grip and she was pleased to see a shimmering drop of pre-cum appear at the tip. "I want THAT." she thought to herself. After a few more strokes she leaned forward to collect her prize. The soft velvet of the crown of him contacted her slightly parted lips ever so gently and instantly the tip of her tongue darted between them to taste the salty droplet, Louis groaned again. 

As his salty taste spread over her tongue, she pushed her mouth forward and let her lips part languidly over the head of his dick. Reaching the bottom of his crown she let her lips "pop" over the edge as her tongue slid under the tip of him and caressed the sensitive fold there. Hearing him sigh and his breaths become shorter and shallower she knew that she had him fully in her control. She planned to slowly proceed with this oral torture, to savor the fullness of his cock in her mouth but as she felt his hands come to rest on the back of her head, though not pushing she knew he had other ideas. The ideas of her control over him and his over her as well as the pleasurable state he was in because of her stoked the flame of excitement in her loins. Bridget quickly switched hands her left, thumb and forefinger, becoming an "O" around the base of his shaft and stroking what she did not yet have in her mouth and her right sliding down and over her own hip to the moistness between her legs. 

As her fingers found their place, her mouth went to work on him. Instead of torture she greedily gobbled up his dick her tongue, giving him a lashing almost like no other. She rapidly glided up and down his pole, tasting not only the salt of his juices, but also the tang of the sweat from his exertions. As her mouth moved on him, her fingers were busy too; the "O" of her left hand followed along him and her right had two fingers thrusting deep inside her damp sex. Louis's moans became deeper and more guttural as she pleasured him and his fingers entwined in her auburn hair. His balls began to tighten and draw up tight to his torso. At this, she slowed her motions and, with the head of his cock still in her mouth, glanced up to his questioning face. Holding his gaze, knowing what she planned, the fingers inside her twitched quicker and rubbed harder, building her excitement. 

She noticed that he was starting to relax, his sack now not drawing so tightly to him. This was her moment. Her mouth plunged down upon him, taking as much of him inside her as she could and she started to suck. Her mouth rode his rigid pole as fast as she could make it. The slickness of her earlier work paid off. She sucked as hard as she could, milking his cock. Instantly his balls rose and he let forth with not a sigh or moan but with a roar! The sound, the taste, the feel of him sent a shudder down her body and concentrated like fire in her pussy and her own climax continued to build. The knuckles of her fingers flashed in and out of her swollen cunt. Her thumb pressed down on her clit adding to the flames. The slickness of her own body helped stimulate her further too. 

Louis cock began to swell and throb in her mouth and she knew time was short. As he began to grunt, his pleasure shortening his breath and his brain to only the most basic of levels she dived onto him one last time and slowly sucked her way off him. With a "pop" his cock emerged from her mouth and, in a flash, Bridget brought both hands to bear on his pole, her own juices mixing with the other lubricants. His hands and arms rose above his head as he watched her below. She only stroked him a few times when, giving another tremendous roar, Louis lost his battle and his climax overtook him. 

She held on to his shuddering form as the first ribbons of cum jetted from his cock. The first cleared her shoulder and she pointed him downward, depositing the rest of his creamy load first down her neck, then the front of her t-shirt. She looked up as his orgasm subsided and she stroked the last dribbles of his juice from his already melting firmness. The smile on his face was broad and the look in his eyes was almost glazed from his recent pleasure. 

Louis dropped his hands to the shoulders of her now soaked shirt and slowly pulled her to her feet. As she rose to standing he continued pulling and peeled her remaining garments off of her. Once done, Bridget draped her arms over his broad shoulders pulled forward to kiss him pressing her body to his. 

"I hope you enjoyed that, my love." 

"My god, how could I not?" he said. 

Smiling she gave another long lingering kiss as she felt him cup her ass with both hands. A frown creased his face. 

"You know, I was waiting for a drink..." His hands kneaded the soft flesh of her ass. 

"oh sorry, honey. I got a little___WHOA!" She suddenly found herself tossed in the air and onto the bed! 

"And I now I intend to quench my thirst!" he cried. 

With a squeal, she landed in a "FLUFF!" of bedsheets and pillows. Immediately Louis grabbed her hips and pulled until her ass almost hung over the edge. He then dropped to his knees beside the bed and draped her smooth legs over his broad shoulders. She felt him slide his hands and forearms up the outside of her thighs stopping at her hips. Soon he began to shower her inner legs with kisses. First one side then the other always moving forward/upwards with each kiss. 

She grabbed his hair and urged him forward just as he had done to her only moments ago but to no avail. As he moved closer to her pussy, aching with need, his lips met with the warm juices that had flowed from her and he paused. Hearing him give an "Mmmm" she felt his tongue begin to work and savor every slick inch of her thighs. As he finished his appetizer and moved from one side to the other his hot breath caressed her mound and then with a moan she felt him JUST graze her outer lips with his own. She could feel herself beginning to flow again, anticipating what was next. 

He paused as he reached her glistening mound. Wanting more and wanting it now, she whimpered softly and again tried to draw his head forward. Then his tongue slowly licked one side and then the other just on the edge of her slit. This slow torture was too much for her and she again pulled his head forward. She gave a little gasp as he complied and his tongue darted between her lips! 

She groaned as he went to work on her throbbing pussy. His tongue was large, but could be artful and precise when needed. No part of her sex was left unattended inside or out. Bridget released his head as he definitely knew what he was doing and gave into the whirling sensations of pleasure in her head. Louis slowly worked his tongue around the inner and outer lips, only grazing her sequestered clit now and then. He reached up and JUST touching her skin, almost hovering over her, he gently slid both hands down from her cleavage over her torso, stomach and then up her legs, stopping at the knees and floating back the way they'd gone. The goose-flesh rose on her pale skin and she shivered with delight at his touch. 

After several courses of this touching and with his head still between her thighs, she almost began to pant with her need to be filled. Soon he rested his hands once again on her hips and he paused and lifted his mouth from his "drink". She felt his thumbs slide in towards her bare mound and spread her open, exposing her throbbing button to the gentle breaths that he blew there. She was quivering with anticipation; she felt every point of contact with him. His broad shoulders under her knees, strong back behind her heels and a few hairs tickled the inside of her thighs; his strong arms wrapped around her and his large hands on her warm loins. But she ached for more and THERE! She had it as his mouth came forward and he caressed her clit with his tongue. She dug her hands into his hair anew as he swirled and caressed her sensitive button, sending shocks of ecstasy through her every moment. 

Deep inside she felt the throb of her orgasm pick up tempo and the pressure begin to build. Every touch, every lick and suck brought her closer to climax. She wanted him more than ever, to feel him inside, to ride his throbbing cock and fully spread herself to him. As she thought this, Louis entered her dripping sex with two fingers, and his tongue picked up tempo. With this, she finally broke and pushed his head away. 

Louis stopped and looked at her questioningly. 

"Get up, Get up!" she hissed. 

"I need...I need you in me NOW!" she panted. 

Louis grinned and stood, grabbing the back of her knees as he did. He raised himself up like a figure of Greek mythology rising from the sea, and Bridget looked down and saw that his cock was pink, hard and ready. 

Stepping forward, he pressed the base of his cock against her shaved mound then slowly withdrew coating the underside of his thick pole with her wetness. The feel of his rock-hard cock rubbing down her clit elicited a throaty moan from her and a short sigh from him. As he came forward again, she expected him to enter and her legs parted imperceptibly more. But he was not done torturing her as she felt his huge head tap her clit with a wet regular tattoo. 

tap tap tap.... 

She moaned, each tap was like electric jolts throughout her. 

tap tap tap.... 

"Oh Christ, Louis! Pleeeeease...." She thrashed but did not move from his ministrations. 

"What is wrong, my love? You want more?" he asked. tap, tap, tap.... 

Her eyes blazed into his and in a soft whisper, "Please...." 

He smiled and ceased his torture of her clitoris. She threw her legs around his waist, trying to draw him in as he parted her lips with the crown of his cock. Rubbing the velvety head up and down her wet lips, slicking not only himself but causing her own wetness to grow even more. Finally, she could take it no longer, grunted, pulled and slid herself onto his throbbing shaft. 

As the tip of his cock entered her, she saw flashes of light against her eyelids and she gasped. Panting with feeling, her legs stopped pulling yet Louis kept coming, sinking into her slowly, and letting her adjust to his bulk. Soon she was full of him, full of his gloriously large dick. She did not expect more, and yet as Louis grunted and gave her two more inches she nearly blacked out. NOW she was truly full of him and could feel the throb of his heartbeat and the tickle of his bush against her.  

He began to withdraw and she felt the emptiness open inside her. Reaching the edge of her opening, Louis thrust forward again with a gentle speed, the ridge of his head grazing her g-spot. Filled and unfilled, she pushed against him in perfect rhythm. The thrusting grinding body of her lover in front of her filled her with heat, and the steady drumbeat of release returned from the whisper it was. 

Soon, Louis was pounding into her, sweating as he rocked the bed with her on it. His sack tapped her ass in steady rhythm. Soon their heavy breathing was drowned out by the slap of skin against skin. A wild growl began to grow in Louis' throat and he gripped her hips even tighter. The intensity of his work, the sight of his hard body rocking against hers and the love she held for this man brought her to a raging head of pleasure. As he brought one thumb in to rub her swollen clit, she gave a breathless "Oh god, Louis!" and the gates deep inside her opened; her orgasm flooded around his massive cock. The sudden rush of wetness must have been too much for him as he threw back his head once more, and his cock swelled and pumped his seed deep into her pulsing orgasm. 




Taking a Break from the Garden



As they both returned from the heights of delirium, they locked eyes with each other and eased the last of their love-making. Breathing raggedly and covered in sweat, he slowed and soon slipped out of her dripping slit. With a grunt and a sigh he crashed down upon the bed next to her. They moved to be more comfortable upon the mattress and were soon cuddled together. 

"I love you," were the last words uttered before sleep overtook her.