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Attack

By: hotsexykitten69



You are scared, I could tell. Scared as I attack you from behind, as I whisper throatily to not struggle. Scared as I bundled you into my van and tied you up, gag you and blindfold you. Scared as I start to drive, an evil smirk on my lips. 

I take you to my place, a small bare apartment that I had rented out specifically for you. I carry you up to it, ignoring your muffled screams. Your legs kick at my back, flailing around in the air. My face is near your crotch, and I press my face into it, smelling the pungent scent of your juices. I smile widely, and you squeal harder, ashamed by the wetness between your thighs. I knew that you would get aroused by my actions. 

I open up the bedroom door and bind your wrists to the bed frame before removing your blindfold carefully. Your frightened eyes dart around the room, taking in the bareness of the room. The only furniture in the room is the double bed you're lying on and a long wooden box. I come over to you and you scream. 

"Shush." I tell you quietly. "I don't want you to scream, not until I tell you too. If you follow my rules, I won't hurt you. Okay?"

I watch your big, scared eyes as you hesitantly nod yes. Slowly my fingers move to your crotch, slowly rubbing against your panties. Your eyes widen impossibly, and you bite into the gag, trying to stop your moans of pleasure as I stimulate your sexual needs. 

I laugh as I discover how soaked your plain white panties are. 

"Oh, you are excited are you!" I keep moving my hand back and forth, cupping your pussy in my hand. Your eyes burn with hatred for both me and yourself, hating how much you're enjoying my touch on your neglected pussy. 

I know that you're married, a trophy wife, that you've only ever had sex a few times, that you hate your life. You need someone to fulfill your needs. I know you do. 

I move my hand away from your pussy and you make a strangled, muffled noise, wanting me to continue. 

"Don't worry, love. I'll get back you your pussy soon enough." I say as I unbutton your blouse, exposing your bra. It's plain, but I don't mind because I rip it off seconds later, releasing your small breasts. One hand holds a breast, my thumb stroking your pink nipple. Your breast easily fits in my hand, it's that small, but I like them small and pert. I watch with you as your nipple stands tall and proud. I start on your other breast. 

Your eyes tell me I'm a bastard even as your gasps of pleasure start to arouse me. Your body betrays you as I make you feel things like never before. 

I let your breasts go and check on your pussy. I slip your panties off and chuck them on your face, so you can smell how wet you are. Your musky scent drifts down your nostrils and you flush bright red, disgusted at your own arousal. 

Although I want to enjoy your moist pussy with my fingers, the stirring in my pants is too much. I undo my pants, letting my massive erection spring free. I see your eyes fill with fear as you take in the long, huge size. You panic, thinking it won't fit inside of your tight pussy. You try to pull back, but I've tied you firm. I line up my cock and, my eyes meeting yours, I slowly ease my cock into you. 

Your passage is hot, wet and as tight as a virgin's. You scream through the gag as I stretch you wide. I slap your thigh. 

"Don't scream yet." I tell you firmly as I finally sink all of my inches inside of you. 

I begin to move immediately, my desire too great. I slide in and out, the grating on your inner walls causing you to convulse violently in pleasure. On the fifth stroke in, your hips rise to meet me. I pound my cock into you, until I feel myself about come. I let myself spray inside of you, coating your uterus with my sperm. You come then, a huge spasm that makes you scream in utter desire. I decide to let your scream go unpunished, because it's clear you're enjoying yourself. Your body bucks against mine, your eyes rolling in her sockets as the pleasure hits your brain. I pull out of you quickly, while you shake in the aftermath of your orgasm, and get my camera from the wooden box. 

I snap a picture of your pussy, cum falling out of it, yours and mine. I take a picture of your face, your eyes filled with desire. I picture your breasts, your nipples. I turn you over and photo your heart shaped buttocks. I spread your legs and zoom up on your folds. 

In the next hour, I clean you up in the shower next door, taking care to use gloves as I remove all of my DNA from you. I dress you again, with fresh panties though because I want a souviener, and then I drug you up, knocking you out. I take you back to where I found you and leave you there. 

But maybe I'll come find you again. There's always your ass next time...

Attack & Defense



Connor was groggy as she shuffled his way into the kitchen that morning. It was six o'clock in the morning, but somehow his wife Melissa was not only already up, but showered and dressed, and stood at the sink washing dishes. He smiled to himself and scratched the back of his head as he sauntered across the room.

They had been married for four years, and Melissa seemed to Connor to get even more stunning as time wore on. They had met in college, but didn't end up together until running into each other at a party five or six years later. She was on the track team in college, and was tall and lean; well-muscled without being too masculine. Now age had softened her a bit - her arms and legs had smoothed over, which she complained about often, along with her stomach.

Connor studied her for a bit, drinking in the scene before him. She wore a simple white tanktop, the straps of her purple bra peeking out along her shoulders, and a thin white floral print skirt that flowed down just below her knees. Her satin blonde hair was down that morning, and the feathery ends of her hair dusted about the base of her neck. The morning sun spilling in from the window bathed her mahogany skin in a heavenly glow, reflecting off the light hair on her arms so that it almost looked like a morning's frost.

Connor walked up behind Melissa and lovingly slid his arms around her waist while she scrubbed a plate. He planted a soft kiss on the side of her neck, right below her ear, where it met the back of her head. She smiled slightly and leaned into him.

"You're going to be late for work," Melissa said. "I was going to make breakfast before you left but somebody hasn't been doing the dishes like he promised so we don't have any clean plates."

Connor was half listening, his chin resting on her right shoulder as he peered over at her soapy hands and silverware. He ran a slow hand up her side, barely feeling her ribs bumping against his fingertips.

"I'm sorry babe. Thank you for thinking of me though. I'll just grab a sandwich on the way to work." He kissed her again, squeezing her again around the waist, drawing her against his hips.

Melissa scoffed in mock anger, trying to resist him. "You're gonna start getting fat if you don't cut out those early morning breakfast sandwiches."

Connor laughed. "I'll just have to work out more then. But it's going to make me so tired..." He lifted his head slightly, kissing closer up towards her temple. Growing bolder, he brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, slower and more forceful this time. "You smell wonderful."

"You're going to be late for work," Melissa repeated, bumping Connor away with her hips.

Rebuffed, Connor tried a different approach, getting back into position and running his hands alongside her waist. His hands drifted down along her thighs as he felt the smooth fabric of her skirt glide along her skin underneath his hands. She shifted a little, but said nothing. Slowly, Connor started walking his fingers in place, causing Melissa's skirt to bouncingly inch its way up her thighs. Finally he reached the end of the fabric and his fingers touched the satin skin of her legs, and he took a moment to savor in their smoothness.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Melissa asked.

"Nothing," Connor replied as he slid his thumb inside the waistband of her panties, gently slipping them off her hips until they crumpled and bunched around Melissa's feet. She shifted and stepped her feet out of them, still holding her attention on the dirty dishes in the sink before her.

Connor knelt down behind her and nibbled at the back of her thigh, sending chills up Melissa's spine and causing goose bumps along her forearms, though she made no other sign. Connor kissed a trail further up the back of her thigh, stopping at the base of her buttock and again nibbling lightly. Again Melissa held back her arousal. Connor gently pressed against her inner thighs with his fingers, and Melissa spread her legs apart slightly while she stood.

Connor started slow, lightly running his tongue along the opening to Melissa's pussy. He eased the tip softly between her lips, gently gliding it back and forth inside of her. She was already wet with arousal, and Connor savored her taste as he continued on.

Melissa still made no response, trying to keep her focus on the soap and the plates. This was his game, she knew. Ever since they had first started dating, Connor had always shown a desire for her when she was distracted, her focus not on him and his advances. While she was reading, while she was watching television, even occasionally while she was cooking - whenever her attention was diverted, Connor would strike.

The week before, she had been on the sofa reading a book, her ankles crossed and knees bent, one leg against the back of the sofa, when Connor made his move. He sat down next to her, starting innocently to stroke her thighs. Then he advanced, sliding his fingers up her thigh to tease against the thin satin keeping her womanhood from him.

She had been quite proud of herself that night - even after Connor had slipped the head of his cock inside of her, she had maintained her composure. It was until after a few strokes, when he suddenly thrusted the entire length of himself into her, that she had crumbled.

That was his game. For Connor, it was about the hunt; she was his to conquer, a victory to be had. His job was to try and break her down until she was wanton with her lust. Melissa's job was to ignore him as long as possible, until desire completely consumed her.

And so she did this morning, and admirable job of maintaining her apathy as Connor's tongue danced in her pussy. It wasn't until Connor shifted his angle, tilting his head so he could reach her clit, that Melissa let out an audible groan. He had her.

Gloating in his victory, Connor pulled his tongue away from her swollen clit and again towards her lips, running his tongue slowly along the tender skin of her labia. Melissa did all that she could to remain steadfast and recover what small hope she still had in the game, still scrubbing, her hands now furiously working the plates in the sink. Sensing her strategy, Connor shifted his attention back to her clit. She groaned again and crumpled, her soapy hands gripping at the lip of the counter. She resigned herself to her fate, and threw her right leg up, curling her toes around one of the cabinet doors closer to the floor as she granted him full access to do as he would.

Connor shifted position again, pulling her hips down towards him, angling her so that was half bent over the sink, the hot water misting against the fabric that covered her breasts. He worked furiously now, pressing his tongue firmly against her as he lapped up and down. Every shift of her body he followed, gripping her ever tighter as he drove his face deeper against her. Melissa began to rock her hips against him, grinding herself against his greedy tongue.

Then, with a wail, Melissa threw her head back as her orgasm surged through her, her cries almost becoming a sob, her entire body shaking as it tore through her. The strength in her legs left her, and Connor held her up before him, his mouth still driving against her as she convulsed in his arms. Finally Melissa began to feel her breath returning and Connor eased his strokes, rubbing her back lovingly as she regained her footing.

He rose up and pulled her face towards him and kissed her, Melissa tasting herself on his lips. "That was incredible," she said. "Allow me to return the favor," she said, tracing her fingertips along the edge of his waistband.

Connor smiled and planted another playful kiss on her lips. "Not now - you're gonna make me late for work!" He gave her a playful slap on her ass and slipped off into the bathroom to shower. Melissa just sighed and laughed to herself, running the sponge over the same plate she had been washing for the past fifteen minutes.



Attack of Desire



Edited by aisielynn. I'd like to thank her for her great editing. Thank you!

*****

The desire burns hot, a furious fire in Kate's body. The waves of frustration almost make her dizzy, angry and yet so incredibly sad. She jerks against the chains again. She strangles a whine, a sound of squashed desire so harsh her underwear is soaked, her mind trying to pull anything and everything she knew about Darren to her. She wanted him so badly she didn't even know it was possible. 

She blinks her eyes open, not daring a look across the room. Eyes burn into her, scorching her cold skin. 

But there was nothing. No hands, no skin to skin, no one to take away the cold lingering in her body. 

"This is ridiculous!" She intends to snarl, but it comes out weak, deprived. "Tying us up does nothing, proves nothing. If its worthiness that's needed, surely there's some other way."

She slides her eyes to Kane standing in the doorway, still there despite the hour that had passed since she'd been shackled to the wall in little more than her underwear. The torn party dress does nothing to help keep her warm or covered. "Humans" he says almost bitterly. The emotion seemed odd, not quiet despising her, but not liking her. "You never get it. If you are to be worthy, this is the only way. We can't just ask you two to be perfect for each other, or ask you a few life questions."

"Sacrifices must be made" he continues, rubbing a hand across his stubby chin. He reminds Kate of Darren in that way, but there are no hot flames associated with him. Kane bares his teeth suddenly. "Therefore, you two shall stay here for the 24 hours" Kane glances at Darren, but Kate doesn't dare. "Calm yourself, brother. I'd hate to see you broken over her."

"Wait!" Kate calls, but Kane's already stepped out. The heavy metal door closes with a bang. "You can't just lock us in here!" 

She gets no answer. 

.::3 hours earlier::. 

Kate's skin prickles from the cold, goose bumps flocking to her exposed limps like people rushing to free money. The road is dark, and thick clouds threaten overhead. The wall behind her is marked with spray paint, bright words in funky fonts. 

She shifts her weight and narrows her eyes at her friends. She didn't personally know them; not one. They all went to the same college; studied Media Art Design and had study lessons together. 

Ashley was the tallest of all the girls, a pretty brunette with sexy long legs, creamy, pale skin and the most exotic green eyes Kate had ever seen. If Kate wasn't so straight, she may have tried hooking up with the brunette already, and the sleek white dress she wore didn't help. She was an angel, from looks to clothes, down to her very soul. Kate wanted to hate her then tried to like her, neither worked.

Although, saying that, Kate hated Jess easily. She was a red head with simple brown eyes and a mouth that simply never closed. If someone was to even blush when looking at a guy, Jess pounced with questions always including 'you had sex with him, didn't you?!', 'was it anal, or oral? Whatever it was, it was either really good, or really bad. I can tell.'

Her sister Isabell was less intense. She had the same wild red hair, but she was shorter with grey eyes. She was a lot quieter. Both sisters wore red, the same fiery shade as their hair. Isabell's was longer. Kate didn't even categorize Jess's as a dress, it was more lingerie. 

The last girl was Sam, silly and fun but not quite always easy to be around. Sometimes she was a little too cheerful. Her blond hair was curled into a high bun, ringlets falling loose. 

It made Kate's black hair feel flat and plain. It wasn't bright or curly; it was dead straight. To Kate, she was nothing special, had dark grey eyes, black hair and pale skin. She didn't have the long legs, or the wicked curves. 

So she'd opted for a sleeveless black dress that hugged her upper half, and hung loose around her thighs. Now she wished she'd taken the jeans and jumper like she had planned. "Yep, this is great" Kate says sarcastically. "I'm so hyped right now."

Sam glances over her shoulder, grinning childishly. "Come on, lighten up. We're nearly at the door and the night's still early!" 

Kate just shakes her head. 10:30 was not early. At this time, she should be finishing homework or doing revisions, or read-

"Oh, please" Ashley suddenly says. "You're thinking about everything else you could be doing again, aren't you? On top of that list: Revision."

Kate scowls. She isn't a bad person to want to get her college degree. Partying doesn't help. "Actually, homework was on top..."She purses her lips, hating to admit it, but knowing Ashley was almost right, "Revision was second."

Jess rolls her eyes. "You promised you'd come out. You never leave you're dorm!" Ashley argues. "It's time you met the real world, had a little fun. You're so predictable and boring"

"I like being predictable and boring," Kate offers. Ashley sends her a dark look, which Kate ignores. 

A minute later, the small group is being ushered inside the club by the thick body of a guard. He doesn't even react when Jess winks and thanks him a little too kindly. Kate just ignores her.

Inside, the club's loud, music thumping through the rooms like the speakers are about to burst. The ground floor is a mash of shimmering colour, swinging arms and thrashing limbs. Strobe lights flicker over the room in bright flashes, illuminating parts of the dances before plunging them into a shifting black sea again. 

Ashley grins. "I'm getting the drinks!" she shouts and disappears. 

Jess doesn't even offer a word of goodbye before slinking into the throng of sweaty bodies. Isabell sighs. "She's going to try and bring a bunch of hot guys over again"

"And the problem is...?" Sam stresses. 

"Do you know how loud it is when 5 guys are all trying to sneak out at 6 in the morning? I'm surprised anyone gets any sleep."

Sam suddenly seems eager to follow Jess. "I really got to stay at your place one night."

Kate makes a face of horror. 5 guys? She couldn't even fathom how that would work, what would happen when they decided they wanted to have group sex and two had to watch? Why would anyone get off on that? More importantly, where would they sleep?

"Kate" Isabell clicks her fingers. "Don't look so worried. What she does is her business."

Kate nods. She takes a drink from Ashley when she returns, and takes a sip. She coughs and turns away, resisting the urge to put the glass down. The brunette paid for it, Kate wasn't going to let it go to waste. She chokes down another mouthful, wondering how anyone could drink such stuff. 

Ashley laughs. "You are such a wimp. It's only-" 

Before she can finish, Sam snatches Kate's glass and downs it. She slams the glass down before throwing her arms up. "Woooh!" She screams. She disappears within the crowd a second later. Soon Ashley and Isabell disappear as well. 

Unsure, Kate sits down at a small table, feeling out of place. A headache's already forming in her head, tightening around her temples. The club's too warm, the smell too thick and choking. She doesn't know how much time passes before she finally stands up, marches into the wall of bodies, swinging her hips and ready to dance. She's determined to be anything but predictable and boring, not tonight. 

It doesn't work. As soon as someone's hands had touched her, she'd spun around, startled. The girl had grinned slyly, and Kate had fled. 

And that's how she got back out onto the dark street. She crosses her arms, feeling childishly stubborn. "I'm not going back in!" She huffs. Kate glances at the thick, apathetic bouncer once before heading back to her dorm. It was a short walk, and the girls hadn't taken a car even though the traffic wasn't heavy at night. Kate didn't even have a car, not that she cared.

She was from a small town, where everything was in walking distance, and going to the big city wasn't as hard as she expected. Trams ran throughout the day, and on every corner was a store selling fast food. 

Kate sighs, touching her hair briefly. Some was already slipping out, even though she hadn't done anything. 

A moment later she halts, feeling odd. She pauses, looking up and down the road. Warmth floods through her torso, aiming low. The warmth soon turns hot, and her cold skin feels frozen. She presses her thighs together, feeling weird, wet. 

She ignores it as best as she can until something in her yanks hard, almost like a tie snapping into place. Her breath leaves her so suddenly she stumbles in her low heels. She leans against a wall. 

"Excuse me miss" A man inquires politely. "Are you alright?" 

Kate tries to reassure him, but when she looks up he's too bright. As if someone had hit a spotlight on the world suddenly, and everything glares into her eyes. She reels back, turning away. But the world doesn't change. 

"Miss-" the man starts when a loud bang comes from somewhere. 

Kate jerks, feeling lost. When she finally turns, the man is looking confused through a doorway which swings open quickly a minute later. The door slams against the wall, hinges creaking. Maybe it was just her imagination, but the glass on the door shatters, flying everywhere in a spray of reflecting light. 

She spots the new man just as he's lunging at her. The world dulls back to normal, but he seems like a dark shadow, handsome and sharp and-

He throws her against the wall. Kate gasps in surprise, and suddenly lips are on hers. They're hot, fiery, burning and scorching her skin as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her mouth to let out a moan. 

The man's tongue invades her mouth, and Kate's surprised when she challenged his to war with her own tongue. Heat flashes over her skin, and where he touched burns. 

A very inhuman growl echoes from the man, intriguing Kate like nothing ever had. She attacks the man, needing to get closer to him, wanting to be one with him. His skin's fire under her hands and when she threads her fingers in his hair, he lets out another of his deep growls. Thick hands suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she's forced to wrap her legs around the guy's hard waist.

He smells amazing. Pine, male and something exotic, animalistic. His hands are everywhere, touching feeling, on her neck, chest, her waist, hips and thighs. She feels feverish; aroused to the point she didn't care if he took her against a wall in the middle of the street or against a wall. She can feel the rough brick press into her shoulder blades.

Part of her is revolted, but too much of her doesn't give a damn. She gasps, tilting her head up with a cry of pleasure as his hands find their way under her dress. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like fireworks. 

His lips trail down her jaw, and he bites at her neck hard, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in delight, loving how rough he is. He nips again, seemingly even more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. 

His hand fumbles under her dress, fingers finding her clit too easily. He flicks it and Kate arches against him, groaning. 

She's so wet she can feel it, smell it. She's so turned on, so hot she yanks at his hair hard. He snarls against her, teeth biting her shoulder viciously. She makes another sound, and suddenly his other hand is fighting for access to her underwear. 

But he can't find any way under the fabric. She gasps when he suddenly yanks at the dress harshly. It rips away like paper, leaving only the top half intact. 

Thick fingers curl under the hip straps of her underwear. He yanks them down without a second thought and Kate curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of approval, but he's growling again, thick, angry, lustful sounds. His hand fumbles for the zip of his pants. 

Before he can get the zip down, he's suddenly torn from Kate. She yelps, falling towards the hard concrete.

Someone catches her arm and almost yanks it out of the socket, but they stop her hitting the ground. She pulls herself up, wild in lust. She tried to lunge for the guy, hearing the growling still, seeing his body and needing it. 

The person who caught her drags her back easily, pinning her arms to her side. There are more figures, tall and dark and big. One steps towards her, but not the man she wants. Her underwear is jerked back up. 

Her man turns on the two holding him, elbowing one in the face before turning on the other with dangerous intentions. Someone else grabs his arm.

"Let go!" he snarls, and Kate jerks forward, feeling the heat flare from his voice. He strikes out; fighting against the two like it was life or death. And then someone else walks up, and like her guy's nothing, rips him from his feet and against the wall. Unlike what her man did to her, this guy doesn't start kissing and undressing. 

"Calm down, Darren," the big man demands.

"Let me go or-"

The guy lets Darren go. He steps back and waves an arm at Kate in invitation. "Fine, go to her. Do what you want to her, ravish her and bite her, break her if you must. And then it will be over, ended. And you'll never have her again" 

Darren's frozen to his spot. 

"We will kill her, Darren," the guy says softly, "when you are done with her. Do not make me do that. Not to you, brother." 

Kate watches in fascination, the words distant to her. She's too busy looking at Darren, the way his jaw clenches in anger. His face is in deep shadows, the light harsh against his face making him look like he's made out of harsh lines. His eyes look black from where she is. Every muscle is tense, thick, hard and straining against his shirt. "Fine," he eventually snarls. 

Once the decision had finally been made, the guy holding Kate starts leading her to a car. "What are you doing?" she asks, snapping out of her stupor. 

"Calm down, you won't be harmed," the guy says. He yanks the door open with on hand. He's strong, and when Kate tries to struggle free he doesn't even seem to notice. She's tossed in the back easily, and before she can think to escape the other door's opening. 

Soon she's being squashed by two men, one the big guy, who grabs Kate when she tries to squeeze through the door. "Hey!" she shouts, fighting against his grip. Fear shoots through her, hot and fast and combating against the arousal enough that the fog clears. "You can't just kidnap me!" 

"We aren't, we are simply borrowing you" he says gruffly. He stabs the lock down.

"That's-"she starts, not sure what to say. She pulls against him. "That's so messed up! You can't just-just-no!" she screams, kicking out as best she can while pinned between the driver's seat and the dude. 

Hands clamp around her face, dragging her forward harshly. Kate whines, terrified as she looks at the man. He's so big, with huge muscles. But it's not the gross, too over-the-top kind. They look natural, like he works out, but she feels like he can crush her easily. She remembers him saying something about killing her and the fear triples.

"Shut up and listen to me," he pauses, as if waiting for an argument. She doesn't dare, so he continues. "You will stay calm and you will not fight against us, got that? I am Kane and you are with the Redwood pack now, and until after your mating you will not even think of leaving, let alone escape. You will pay with your life for your betrayal. Swear on everything I just said" 

Darren's growling, and she's not sure if it's at her or Kane. "I don't-"she starts, so confused. Surely he meant pack like people acting together or promised to uphold something not...anything else. That was in books, movies. "What are you-" 

"Swear!" he shouts. 

Kate jerks back, almost falling over; his hands holding her up by her head. "I swear! I swear" she repeats and crumbles when he releases her. She sits on the floor, not wanting to squeeze between the three kidnappers in the back seat or the two in the front seats. 

"I trust you will not repeat anything we say in this car. We are werewolves. Yes, the fiction type animal human hybrid stuff. And yes, pack referring to us as a group of animals. Please do not ask me to shift because I will bite you, seriously. Every single time we get a human with us they-" he stops and huffs for a minute calming down from his rant. "Just do not ask us to shift, it's annoying. Ask anything else, but that"

"Does silver burn?" Kate blurts.

Kane snarls. "No! Why would anyone think that!? Humans don't burn from silver, wolves don't burn from silver! Why would be burn from silver!" he shrieks. 

She cowers back against the door as Darren growls back, as if defending her with the single sound. "I was just curious, and you said anything!" 

Kane scowls. "I did, didn't I?" After a tense minute he leans back, once again calm. "Well, I've got to remember to keep my mouth shut."

"Agreed" Darren barks. 

Kane sends him a dark glare. "What is your name girl?"

"Kate"

"Well, Kate," Kane says slowly, "would you like to know why Darren so bluntly tried to get you killed?" Darren protests, but Kane ignores him. "Well?"

She hesitates. She already had an idea, from reading so many books. She found them intriguing and loved all the supernatural stuff. In most werewolf books they had mates, and in most of those cases there was no way to break it but death. And now that she thought about it, no one ever got kidnapped. When'd she get the short straw? 

She nods.

"You are...well, 'mates' seems like such an overused word...you are his Lolita, erotic queen, whatever you want to be. Although, I do get why people use mates, I mean, you are one who will bare his children, so you will 'mate' with him, I guess." Kane sits back, looking pleased that he'd made Kate's cheeks burn bright red. He hums in delight. 

She can't look at Darren. The fires coming back, but her fear still lingers. She knows she should say something, anything. 

"Cat got your tongue?" Kane asks coldly. 

"Dog, actually" she says flatly, suddenly very aware that maybe she shouldn't have said that. But Kane looks only mildly amused while Darren barks a laugh. Some part of her screams to know what will happen when she gets the chance for Darren to have his way with her. Instead, she forces it aside. "What was all that chat about killing me then?" 

Darren falls silent. 

The car slows, and Kate realizes she can hear gravel crunching. A second later the car pulls to a stop and Kane wrestles the door open. He pulls her out, this time more gentle then whenever else he touched her, unfortunately, it's still rough. 

Once out of the car, Kate looks around. There in a wooded area, something kind of forest like. A house rises out of the darkness. Kane leads her inside, but doesn't turn on any lights. They wonder through the darkness, Kane dragging her and a big man separating Darren from her, though she no longer knows if they're following. It's dark and it's silent. "You didn't answ-"

"In werewolf society, most wolves mate to other wolves. However, it is not uncommon for wolves to get human mates, such as you and Darren." Kane turns suddenly. "Watch you're step, stairs, leading down. For normal pairs, there's the whole 'I wanna fuck your brains out' and whatnot, and they do, and that's over with for a few hours until the next round. But you humans seem to have a tendency of...ugh, not being able to handle so much." 

"When we first find our mates, we get this urge to have sex, from both sides of the party, may I add. Humans get it to, as far as I know, but since you can't deal with so much sex, we need to minimize the risk of Darren getting over excited every few hours and eventually really hurting you. And trust me, he will if he's not trained." 

Someone snorts from behind. "I'll be the judge of that." 

Kane plays deaf. "When there is a werewolf between you and him, you won't get aroused as easily. Take the wolf away and you'd be up against another wall. So," He pauses, stopping. Something heavy shifts, then a light flickers on. "We train him. And you will, well, you can't force him to do anything, so you don't need the training." 




Attack of Desire



Kate bristles. She knew it was true, Darren was much, much stronger than she, there was no way she could hold him down and rape him; if that's what Kane meant. 

Kane leads her into the small room. It was only a few meters either way and made of concrete. Against one wall was a set of chains, a small mattress under it. On the other wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, bigger chains. 

She didn't know what to expect, but when Kane leads her to the small mattress and shoves her onto it, she's stunned. Soon both wrists are chained, nearly over her head. Kane steps back to admire his handy work. 

Soon Darren is across the room, sitting on his own mat. His wrists are also chained, but allow him more room. They look childish through, like little rubber chains he could rip apart at will. Heat flares up in her stomach at the sight of him. She glances at Kane in question. Somehow, it felt unfair for him to have more room, a bigger mattress. He looks amused. "Don't worry Kate, it's only temporary. Shorter chains so you can't play with yourself. Darren on the other hand is allowed to, although if he does he will be cheating himself. No harm will come to you of course, but I'm sure he won't touch himself improperly as not to hurt you in the future."

Kane steps away and walks to the door slowly. Now in proper lighting, Kate realizes he has the same dark brown hair as Darren and both have a dusting of whiskers over their jaws. Perhaps they are brothers after all. 

With no one in the room any longer, the heat hits Kate again, hard. She tenses, feeling like she needs to press her thighs together, like it will keep in all the secretion trying to leak out of her pussy. She clenches her muscles instead. She spares Darren a swift glance and wishes she hadn't. His intense black eyes are staring straight at her, and he's pulling against the chains slightly like he wants to leap across the room at her. She can see his erection straining against his pants. 

She tears her eyes away, looking at Kane. He leans against the doorway calmly. The other werewolf had disappeared, leaving them alone. 

The lust takes over, and Kate pulls at the chains without meaning to. She wanted to know what it's like to touch Darren, fully, really touch him. She wanted to pull his hair more, feel his toned chest, wanted to feel his rough skin press against hers, feel their sweat and his lips. She wanted him to bite her, ravage her. She wanted him to make love to her, wanted to know how big his dick was. 

She wanted him to fuck her. 

She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast. 

She doesn't care if he breaks her.

She wants to be broken. 

She whines, feeling stupid and angry. How was she to believe anything they said? What if her drink had been spiked or she was drunk? What if they were lying and laughing as she trots along swallowing every word. 

And then she realizes she doesn't care. She'd play along if it means Darren will finish what he started. Her pussy ached for him like it had never ached for anyone or anything. No man had made her so wet, but not even touching her. Now no one could growl and bite her hard enough. She wasn't sure it was pleasure or pain she was feeling. 

She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the waves of heat and the swelling of her clit. Her nipples are hard, her underwear soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had super human strength to tear them from the wall. If she could, she would surely go to Darren. 

"This is ridiculous!" she snarls. 

A few hours later, Kate was hoping the intensity of the lust would wane. But no such luck. She was cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seemed to be full of lava, but it wasn't hot enough. 

The time slides by like a snail, leaving Kate to her boredom. Darren doesn't say much, but stares at her endlessly. She watched him multiple times squeeze his cock through his jeans, as if trying to make it go away. 

Whether looking at him, or not, Kate had realized both were horrible. Looking at him made her underwear drenched, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. 

"So..."Kate starts. She can't handle the silence anymore, it's too much. 

"I didn't think I'd ever find you," Darren admits. "Part of me was hoping I didn't find you, and if I did, you were a wolf." Kate pauses, not sure if she should be offended or not. She hadn't decided when Darren shakes his head. "It's much more hard work for a human." 

"You must be a hard worker then," she says. The conversation doesn't help distract her from the flames in her stomach, they rage against her ruthlessly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten a human" 

Darren's eyes sparkle, like water looking into a deep, dark lake. "I'll let you decide the hard working part after I've had my way with you a few times."

"And what way's that?" She asks. She spreads her legs slightly, giving him a nice view of her blue underwear. 

He pulls against the chains, leaning forward with a wolfish grin. "There are lots of ways. I'll take you whenever, wherever. Against a wall, on the floor, in the shower." He growls lowly, and Kate can see his chest rising with uneven breaths. "I'm going to take you from behind, and I'm going to make you say my name, over and over" 

Kate grins. It sounded good, so good. She can almost imagine Darren forcing her head down, feeling him slide his thick cock into her- "And what if I want to ride you, huh? Will you let me? Will you relinquish you're control and let me be in charge?" she arches against the wall, flashing Darren an even better view of her soaked panties. 

He growls, the chains pulling taut. "Not until I get my way with you first." He stays there for a minute, a dangerous werewolf trying to get to Kate, and the next moment he's sitting back. He leans against the wall, chuckling lowly. "You nearly had me. You are not trying to make this easy are you? "

Kate pouts, squirming. Her pussy is itchy, begging to be filled. "No, I'm not. I just want you to fuck me."

Darren hisses as if pleased by the words. "And I will. But this is about control, remember?" 

She shakes her head defiantly. "Who needs control? I just want you to fuck me, now, here, against the wall. I want you so bad it hurts, I'm all hot and bothered..." she bites her lip. 

Darren turns his face. "I'm not talking to you anymore," but the growl in his tone gives him away. 

"I don't wanna talk; I want you to fuck me. Darren, please, I know you can get out of those chains. Kane doesn't even have to know, we can have a quickie!" she calls. True to his word Darren says nothing. She keeps trying, noting when he squeezes his eyes, when he tenses and when he rubs himself. 

But he doesn't break loose though. 

Breakfast comes around, and Kane wakes Kate from where she'd fallen asleep. 

The rest of the day goes the same, with Darren being rudely silent, and lunch and dinner brought to them. Only a few more hours, she reassures herself. Luckily the boredom starts overriding the waves of heat. She waits for Kane, waits for sleep, waits for anything.

She's almost asleep by the time Kane knocks on the door. "Times up!" he calls. 

Kate blinks and frowns at Darren in annoyance as he unclasps his chains without any help. A second later he's ripping hers off, though she doesn't know how. Her back hit the wall again, and all the fire that had simmered down earlier spikes back up. Her pussy practically begs for him, soaking her panties in desire. 

Her hands yank at Darren's hair ruthlessly. He snarls, and Kate gasps as his teeth nick her flesh rather painfully. His hands burn her skin as he searches her body, fumbling his hands under her dress. He snarls when he tries to lift it. He tears the stubborn fabric, exposing her bra and bare stomach. He growls and reaches for her bra, but Kane clears his throat. "Can you two get a different room? I'd rather not have to clean this up. Go find a bed."

Darren finds a bed. He had carried Kate up a flight of stairs and halfway around the house before slamming a door closed. "Bed or wall?" he growls around her lips. He'd bitten them so many times they felt swollen. 

"Wall" she moans. A second later, her back meets another wall; this one isn't rough like brick or concrete, but smooth. She arches against Darren, pulling at his dark hair. He slides away from her neck to nip at her ear teasingly. She lets out a shaky moan. 

Darren's fingers slide into her bra, squeezing her nipple hard before he tears away her bra completely. The fabric snaps, pulling from her chest painfully. But Darren's covering it, sliding her higher so he can trail hot kisses down her chest. He bites her nipple when he reaches one. Kate hisses in pleasure and presses his head closer. He nips her again, but then pulls away. To her surprise, he's lost his pants. 

She quickly tugs at his shirt and is delighted when he allows her to remove it. Heat floods her stomach again as she gazes at the v of his hips. Suddenly, she can't take it anymore. "Get those off!" she demands weakly and nods at the briefs. 

Darren complies. His 9 inch erection greets her proudly. She doesn't have long to admire it before Darren's pushing her underwear down her legs. Kate hadn't had time to step out of the fabric before she's hoisted off the ground, legs hovering around his waist. His cock presses against her entrance firmly, but he doesn't drop her onto it straight away. "Tell me you want me." 

"I want you," she blurts, squirming. His hands a fire against her side, but she wants to feel him in her. All the way in. "I want all of you; I want you to take me. I want you to fuck me!" she groans.

Darren grins, pressing a harsh kiss to her lips. "Who has no self-control?" he asks 

"Just fuck me!" she exclaims and yanks at his hair impatiently. She wanted him in her; all the way in. This talking was doing nothing.

"Who has no self-control?"

She squirms. "Me. Please-just-"

Darren finds her lips with his, and shoves his tongue in her mouth when she gasps as he enters hard. She jerks against him, crying out from the pain pleasure. He slides deeply into her until she's wincing in pain. He pays attention to her neck while she accommodates his thick girth. Kate doesn't even need to tell him to go; it's like he knows when he's allowed to move. 

He draws his hips back, pulling out of Kate a few inches. She cries in pleasure as he drives into her hard. He sets a steady pace, entering her hard. Their skin rubs against each other's until eventually sweat makes them both slick. She squirms against him, pulling him close as he enters her roughly time after time. 

His skin burns against her's and his cock fills her, stabbing into her g-spot perfectly. It seems like she's hitting her climax within seconds, feeling waves of ecstasy crash into her. She tenses against Darren, unable to stop the spasm of muscles. Her stomach's hot and full with Darren's cock.

He drives in and out hard, still at the same pace. She shudders, moaning as he bites her neck. Suddenly he hammers in at a different angle, fast, hard strokes, throwing Kate over the edge. 

She half screams, pressing back into the wall hard, waves of pleasure burn through her, and the fire rages like an inferno. She pulls him tight, gasping and panting and screaming all at once. Slowly the waves slow and she relaxes. 

Darren has stopped moving in her. He brushes a hand over her face, pushing away stray strands of black. "That was fast."

She goes to comment, but then he's slamming into her again. The waves come back, making her call his name instead. He growls in delight, slapping a hand to her ass hard. "Yes, say my name" he snarls. 

"Darren!" she calls, she drags his head from her neck to kiss him. He kisses back, a lovely hard kiss. He slows to an almost stop to kiss her, his tongue licking at her lower lip. She grants him access, but only so she can bite his tongue and is delighted with another growl. Kate lets him and wiggles her butt. Darren groans. 

"You want it rough?" he asks as she tries to bite his lip again. "Then you get it rough." 

She yelps as he thrusts in hard. His steady pace turns frantic, offset and powerful. She feels every time he slides out, the slap of his heavy balls as he rams into her. His shoves push her towards the edge again, straight to bliss. She quivers, letting out a cry. 

Darren sinks his teeth into her lip hard. She tastes blood, but doesn't care even when he tries to lick it off. When he can't get some of it he finally pulls back, pulling her off the wall altogether. 

She lands on the werewolf's cock hard. She yells as she hits climax again, her body seizing uncontrollably. She grabs at his hair, yanking it as he thrusts into her deeply. He holds there, and Kate pants as his cum fills her. 

She lets out a shaky breath, shivering against Darren's hot body. His lips find her neck, kissing her skin gently. 

Not long after finishing, she finds a bed under her back, and Darren hovers over her. His cock's sagging slowly, shiny from their mixed juices. 

Her eyes flicker over him, taking in his features. With the fire burning out slowly she studies him again. He is handsome, younger than 24 with the kind of look that may have made some girls run for the hills if his eyes weren't so serene. He leans down suddenly, pressing a kiss to Kate's lips. His tongue finds the teeth marks he left. When he pulls back, he traces a finger over her lip slowly. "Sorry about that...I didn't mean to make you bleed," he whispers. 

Kate just grins. Thinking how ironic it is that she's this man's one. He was the last kind of person she'd ever go out with. Predictable, boring Kate was the type who went out with guys who were quiet and smart, ones that were overlooked.

Darren didn't fall into that category. He was the muscular bad boy, the one who did what he wanted, and the type that turned into a wolf and howled at the moon. 

"What?" he asks.

Kate blinks, unaware she'd been staring. "Nothing. I was just thinking how you are the complete opposite of what I normally pick."

"Well, opposites attract," he grins. 

Kate rolls her eyes. "I never said you were my opposite." She leans forward, finger tracing over a mark on Darren's chest. "Where'd you get this?"

Darren glances down at his chest, one corner of his mouth tilting up. "Kane. I was being a bit of a dick but..."

"Seems a bit much," she finishes. Three scars wrap around his ribs, ending at his belly button. They were long and jagged, each one just over an inch apart. She forgot he was a werewolf sometimes. 

"Hey...Kane said about werewolves getting werewolf mates right? This is weird, but do people ever have sex in their wolf form?"

Darren chuckles. "Yeah, it happens all the time. And no one's ever discreet about it either. They just sit out somewhere and have sex." Then, with a more serious tone says, "But don't even ask me to do that to you, I'd probably kill you" 

Kate rolls her eyes. "Everything to you guys equals death, doesn't it?" She rolls over suddenly, shaking her ass at Darren. "Actually, I like you just the way you are. Now stick that big, bad cock of yours in my cunt" 

Darren grins as he grabs her hips and drags her backwards onto his dick. Her question on the sex had gotten him hard again, not that it was hard because it was her, his Kate. She purrs as he thrusts his cock back into her drenched hole. 

"Hey," Kate grins at the girls. 

"Oh, you are alive! Where were you? We were worried sick!" Ashley gushes, but doesn't even stand to hug Kate. 

Jess snorts and shifts her cappuccino with a penicil because she knew Kate hated it. "They missed you, I didn't."

Kate ignores her. "That's nice. Sorry about the other night, I sort of got...distracted." An arm's slung over her shoulders out of nowhere, startling Kate. Soon after, a pair of lips presses against her cheek. Jess's eyes widen in surprise. "Hey Darren," she greets without turning her head. 

"Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Wanna get something to eat?" he offers. 

Kate glances at Darren then the girls. They all looked confused, like someone had sat a puppy in front of them and called it a lion. "Yes, I'm starved. You're shouting." She says and steers Darren away after calling a quick goodbye. 

As they walk away, Darren chuckles. 

"What?" 

He shakes his head in amusement and squeezes Kate's shoulder. "One of your friends just asked if that was really you. Another said that I must be blind, which is funny because my eyesight is three times better than a human's."

"You know...I was serious when I said you're shouting. If you want me to keep up with you tonight, you have to feed me. After last night, I think I had just as many orgasms as I got bruises and bites."

"Don't be silly. There are definitely more bruises." 

Kate elbows him. "Just get me food, please."



Attack of the Ass-Eater



I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off. I heard the door and knew Daisy was home from work. I lingered a few minutes, hoping she would join me, but decided to put my robe on and go out to meet her. She was standing in the kitchen area of our apartment drinking a glass of white wine. She was still wearing her clothes from the office, a silk blouse and black skirt.

"How was your day?"

She smiled as I drew near to her, "I'm hoping it is about to get much better."

We kissed for a few moments before she began to nudge me towards the living room, our lips and tongues still entwined.

When we reached the couch, she slid her hands inside my robe and slid it off me in one smooth motion. I pressed my naked body against her and moved from her mouth to her neck. Daisy reached down and rubbed my cock which was nearly fully erect. She grabbed my hips and brought me with her as she sat, then laid on the couch.

I laid on top of her as we continued to kiss and I ground myself against her polyester skirt.  Daisy and I looked into each others eyes as she smiled and began to move me forward as she slid down to kiss my neck, then chest and abdomen.

Daisy lingered, kissing and running her tongue gently across my flesh, before reaching and grabbing hold of my ass to pull my cock to her mouth. Her warm mouth enveloped the head and half of my shaft. Her tongue circled me and she slid me in and out of her wet mouth. I moved my hips in rhythm with her sucking until my cock sprung from her mouth with an audible pop.

Without missing a beat, Daisy slid her tongue down the underside of my shaft until she reached my balls. Slowly she sucked in my left ball. Gently she mouthed it before sucking it harder.

"Uh." I groaned as the pleasure I felt combined with a hard ache in my scrotum.

Daisy released me and went to work on my right testicle, repeating the gentle oral massage preceding a hard drawing down which caused me to gasp.

Again, she released me. Now she kissed the back of my scrotum.

She seemed to hesitate as I felt her hot breath below me. She pressed her tongue against the space between my balls and anus. My heart raced, and I wondered what was next.

Daisy answered my silent question by flicking her tongue across my asshole. I gasped at the sensation. I had never felt anything quite like the sensation. Daisy responded by pulling on my thighs and plunging her tongue against my sphincter. 

"Oh yeah", I whispered, "oh fuck yeah."

Daisy attacked me more and more passionately, but quickly scooted out from under me.

Before I could move Daisy pushed me forward, until my posture went from upright, as it had been as I straddled her to being on all fours. Daisy buried her face between my cheeks and darted her tongue into my anus. She grabbed my rock hard cock with both hands and pumped me methodically.

I turned my head and bit into my own bicep. My breath came in pants and I felt Daisy's hot breath in a place I had never felt moist breath before.

Daisy released my cock, grabbed my ass and pushed me over so now I was on my back. Daisy smiled before diving back down to that darkest place. I now felt like a woman in child birth; on my back with my legs pulled into my chest.

Daisy tongued my asshole as if it were a pussy. She would dart into my bunghole before sliding her tongue up to and quickly sucking my balls before returning her attention to my anus. 

I moaned incoherently at the most astonishing feeling I had ever had. Daisy traded her thumb for her tongue and moved her mouth to my engorged penis. She slid her thumb in and out of my asshole while attacking my cock.

I could hold out no longer. I was as if someone else blurted out, "I'm coming!" as the contractions began in my balls and my prostate. 

Daisy braced herself as I began to shoot into the back of her throat. She never relinquished her hold on my cock or anus as spasm after spasm went off.

Finally, when the streams of salty ejaculate ran out, Daisy moved up and allowed me to taste my own ass, my come and our love.



Attack of the College Mom



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

*

Danny Flynn was pretty nervous about meeting Joan's parents. He was in his junior year and Joan was in her senior year at Franklin University. They had been going out for about three months and Joan had reluctantly agreed that he could join her for one of her infrequent visits home. She was an army brat and her parents were currently living on one of the big northeast bases at Carlisle, which was about two hours away from the school. Her father was an army colonel and her mother was a nurse.

Dan had been immediately attracted to Joan Mc Bride when he met her. She was a lanky brunette with sparkling eyes and an athletic build. She had a shapely figure that was no doubt the result of the many hours she spent in the pool and in the gym. She often wore a ball cap with her hair pulled out in a pony tail which Dan found particularly attractive. He sometimes saw her at parties with one boy or another but she never appeared to see him. If she was dancing, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She moved her body in languid, fluid gyrations that Dan found incredibly arousing. She seemed to never be with the same boy twice and they were all some kind of jock. Dan wasn't really surprised that Joan didn't notice him. He was pretty shy and wasn't much of an athlete himself. He played a little golf... badly. But he and Joan were in a Statistics and a Calculus class together.

Dan was a Math major and was pretty involved with his courses. Right after the October mid-terms, Joan realized she was going to have trouble passing those two courses...again. She needed those credits to graduate. She wasn't exactly a rocket scientist but she was smart enough to see that Dan was doing well in class and she asked him if she could join one of his study groups. The rest of the group members weren't that pleased about it. They didn't think Joan was going to be much of an asset to the group. But Dan was excited by the possibility of getting to know the sexy co-ed better so he wheedled the rest of the group into letting her in.

He sat next to her during a couple of study sessions watching her raptly as she'd sit there, biting her lip as she tried to fathom the complex equations. He finally screwed up all his courage and asked her out. When he did, Joan looked at him for the longest time with an amused smile. Dan was sure she was going to turn him down. But she finally said "O.K." and Dan flushed a brilliant crimson with excitement.

The first couple of dates had been pretty awkward for Dan. He was from a farm near Boise, Idaho and he hadn't gone out with a lot of girls. He agonized about all the standard things that young men worry about. Should he hold her hand, should he put his arm around her, should he kiss her. Joan watched all his self-conscious angst with smiling eyes, never offering him any encouragement but not telling him to take a hike either.

By the fourth date Dan was sure Joanie was going to dump him. They spent an awkward evening at a sorority party where Joan spent a lot of time dancing with one hunky guy after another that she knew. By the end of the evening, when Dan walked her back to the house that she shared with two other girls, he decided to go for broke. As she turned to say good night after she had unlocked her door, he put his hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her.

Joan's hand shot out into the middle of Dan's chest in an impressive stiff arm that restrained him just inches from her parted lips. Dan felt like she had punched him in the stomach, so acute was his embarrassment. Joan held him off like that for what seemed like an eternity. 

"What do you think you're doing?..." she said. She liked Dan but didn't know if she liked him that much. Then she remembered her remarkably improving average in Calculus. She had just scored a low C. Damn! She needed those credits. She reached behind her, opened the door and pulled Dan in with her by the front of his sweater. Once inside she closed the door and pushed him up against it. Then she plastered herself against him as she claimed him with a searing french kiss. 

It was forty minutes later when one of her room-mates walked in and found the two of them on the living room couch. They were fully clothed but so intricately entangled that they literally rolled off the couch and onto the floor when the light came on. Shortly after that Joan sent Dan home. She couldn't see the big grin on his face as he made his way home, but she knew it was there.

For the next couple of months life was good for lucky Dan Flynn. Against all odds, he was going out with one of the hottest girls on campus. Of course she wasn't always free, and from time to time he did see her out with other boys. But, after their study group on Wednesday nights he'd ask her out for a pizza and if her room-mates weren't around they'd wind up back at her place, either on the couch or in her room.

The groping had gotten pretty hot and heavy. Joan didn't seem to mind if Dan felt her up a little but she wasn't willing to take off her clothes. And she didn't seem to mind when Dan kind of nudged her hand towards the aching boner tenting the front of his pants. A couple of times, Dan couldn't tell whether it was an accident or on purpose, Joan had even got him off in his pants. Of course he was as embarrassed as anything but Joan didn't seem to think it was a big deal. She had just looked at the big wet stain on the front of his pants, then turned her sparkling eyes back up to Dan and said she guessed he probably wanted to get back home and change. On those evenings Dan went back to his place kind of happy and frustrated, wondering what he had to do to get Joan to go all the way.

Then came the opportunity to go back home with her to meet her parents. Dan heard from one of the other guys in the study group that Joan she was looking for a lift back to Carlisle the following weekend. So he asked her if he could give her a ride. Joan bit her lip in that beguiling way she had when she had to consider a difficult question. Finally she said sure, you might as well meet my parents too. Dan was really pleased. He thought he was making real progress with her.

In Carlisle, there was a lot of tension in the air too, but a different kind of tension. Lester and Monica Mc Bride had just celebrated their twentieth anniversary. They had got married right out of high school and Monica had been pregnant with Joan then. Monica had always been the wild one, the party girl, and Lester was the responsible one. They both thought that once they were married the other one would change a bit and everything would work out. 

Well nobody changed and though they hadn't been unhappy together, they did have their ups and downs. As long as Joanie, their only child, had been around, Monica tried to play the role of model wife and mother. Oh she had wandered out behind the woodshed a few times with one casual flirtation or another but for the most part Lester hadn't had any real reason to be losing sleep. Not that he knew about anyway.

He knew that his blonde, curvaceous wife could tease with the best of them. Monica looked a lot like Sharon Stone, the actress. She just naturally had a smoldering sexuality about her,whether she was in her nurse's uniform or in a bikini at the base recreation center. She had a waspishly thin waist, generous breasts and a heart shaped ass. Sure the other guys sometimes stared and winked. Who could blame them. Monica walked like a runway model and when she moved all her succulent parts jiggled in eye catching synchronization. 

Once Joanie went away to school, Monica seemed to have to go off to a lot more conferences than the rest of the nurses at the base hospital. Lester was willing to chalk it up to her desire to make the top pay grade and he couldn't argue with that.

But then, the previous Monday, he went to pick up his wife from the late shift at the hospital. He couldn't remember whether she had said to pick her up, at ten or eleven. With her flex schedule she worked all kinds of weird hours. So he went up to the nurse's station to see how she was doing. When he couldn't find anyone at the nurse's station he started looking around. He happened to stick his head into the doctor's lounge. 

Dr. Evans, one of the young residents was there, just putting on his lab coat. When Lester stepped into the lounge, Dr. Evans froze, his mouth dropping half open as he stared at Lester. He tried to mouth a few words, Lester assumed a greeting, when Monica stepped out of the doctor's washroom behind him. She was flushed and straightening the top of her uniform blouse. She had just started running her fingers threw her tangled blonde hair when she noticed Lester. She too stopped and looked at her husband in surprise for an instant before she casually stepped around Dr. Evans and picked up her tunic and purse off the couch.

"Hi hon!...You're early!..." Monica said as she looked into her husband's eyes challengingly.

Not as early as he might have been she was thinking. If he had been there just a few minutes earlier, Lester would have found his wife bent over the sofa, writhing like a feral cat. At that point Tom Evans had been buried balls deep in the sexy nurse, groaning ecstatically as he deposited a load in her wringing cunt.

"Yeah...I guess...I wasn't sure if you said now or eleven and there was nobody up front..." Lester trailed off, clearly not happy with the situation he had found. But Monica seemed totally oblivious.

"That damn Betsy!...She'd promised me she'd cover for me while I checked on Mr. Ringwald's meds....Where the hell has she got to...Thanks Tom... I'll tell Betsy it was 40 cc's not 50....See you later.." Monica said as she left the Doctor's lounge with Lester trailing after her. The suspicious husband was silently working himself up into a rage.

That night, at home he had confronted his wife.... "What was he supposed to think?... Did she think he was stupid?... Didn't she care what he felt?... What would people say?..."

He ranted and raved and Monica tried to pacify him..."She couldn't imagine what he was talking about! ...How could he think such a thing!... Didn't he trust her!..." And so it went, back and forth... accuse, accuse...deny, deny. And so it continued, all week. Lester just wouldn't be appeased. 

It was Friday night. Joanie was coming home with some boy she'd met at school. They were getting dressed up to go downtown with the kids for some drinks, dinner and a little socializing. Monica was sitting in front of her mirror in just her bra, putting the finishing touches on her make-up. Lester came up behind her and started at her again. Monica turned to him and said...

"For the last time...NOTHING happened!...Let it go Lester!...I'm warning you!..."

Lester wandered off in a sulk.

When Dan and Joan arrived, it was obvious from the outset that there was a frost warning in effect. Although Lester and Monica were both attentive to the young people they hardly exchanged a word between each other and Lester could be seen glaring at his wife whenever he thought no one else would notice.

Joan was quite amused by Dan's reaction to her mom. She deliberately hadn't mentioned anything to him about the sex-pot side of her mother. Monica was dressed to kill as always when she headed out for a night on the town. Her mane of blonde hair artfully framed her face, her dancing eyes and red lipsticked mouth. Open toed high heels, skin tight capris and a slinky satin blouse were what she was wearing when Joan made the introductions. Dan was immediately distracted by the way Monica's blouse parted when she leaned towards him. The little black bra she was wearing was barely able to contain her pendulous breasts.

"How do you do Mrs. Mc Bride? Joan's told me so much about you..." Dan said in a breaking voice

Of course when Monica took Dan's outstretched hand she walked right past it, thrust her pneumatic tits into his chest and planted a moist kiss right next to his ear. Joan could hardly contain her giggles as she watched Dan's cheeks turn a flaming scarlet. If she wasn't mistaken there was a little swelling in Dan's crotch area when Monica stepped away from the tongue tied young man.

"I like this one young lady. He's got more manners than those oversized ones you usually bring home! I'd say this one's got some real potential..." Monica purred, casting a casual glance at Dan's groin and then giving him a salacious wink.

Dan couldn't help but notice the smile that creased Mrs. McBride's mouth as her eyes flickered across his crotch. His face grew even redder, if that was possible.  

Lester and Joan bantered with their daughter and her friend for a few moments in the hallway and then, since it was already after eight, they suggested that they all head out to 'Desperados' for some drinks and to get something to eat.

Everyone trooped back out to Lester's car and they headed into town with Monica and Lester up front and Joan and Dan in the back. It was going to be a fifteen to twenty minute drive to the restaurant, depending on the traffic. The idle chit chat continued in the car as they drove away.

They hadn't gone very far when Lester turned to Monica and started saying in a low voice that he wanted only her to hear...

"If that Tom Evans or any of his buddies are at the bar...I swear to God Monica...I won't put up with you making a spectacle of yourself... Hanging all over him on the dance floor like the last time!...Like some kind of tramp!... I won't put up with that again!.... And another thing...."

Monica just looked at her husband like he was from outer space. Well she had given him fair warning. Ignoring his muttered diatribe, she slid over closer to him on the front seat and let her little hand slide down into his lap. She cupped her palm under his balls then closed her hand into a fist, grinding his testicles together in her clutching hand.

"Ahhhhh!...Don'ttt!..." Lester gasped quietly, stiffening up in discomfort as Monica squeezed his nuts. He dropped one hand from the wheel and scrabbled with her wrist, trying to disengage her hand from his balls. But Monica was going to make her point. She wasn't going to put up with his shit all night long. She slowly increased the pressure of her gripping hand on her husband's nuts, sending waves of agony washing through his groin.

"Unnn!....Nahhhh!..." Lester groaned, beads of sweat bursting out on his forehead.

"Dad!...Are you alright?..." Joan asked from the backseat, wondering what was wrong with her father.

"Oh he's been getting these Charlie Horse's in his thigh lately..." Monica said, smiling over her shoulder at her daughter while giving Lester's balls a sickening twist.

"Stoppp!...." Lester pleaded.

"Yes dear!...I'm sure it will stop if you just relax. You can't go getting all tensed up over every little thing!...." Monica purred, mashing his ovalled testicles between her fingertips so that they squirted around nauseatingly.

"O.K.!...O.K.!..." Lester groaned.

Monica smiled at her husband's distress, maintaining the brutal pressure on his nuts for a few moments longer. Then she released her punishing squeeze.

"Ahhhh!....Thank God!...." Lester moaned.

"Is it going away dear?...."

"Yesss!...Unnn!...Yeahhh!...It's getting better!..." Lester said quietly, not wanting to provoke his wife any further.

But Monica wasn't done with her irritating husband just yet.

"Maybe it will help if I rub it a little..." she said, moving her left hand and deftly unzipping the front of her husband's pants.

"Monica!...Don't!...That's not necessary!..." Lester squawked in disbelief as his wife reached into his fly and fished around for his ropey prick. He couldn't figure out what was going on. One minute she was abusing his balls and the next she was pulling his cock out. And the kids were right there in the back seat while they were driving through city streets, only ten minutes away from the restaurant! This was unbelievable! Oh Monica had given him plenty of handjobs in the car before but never at a time like this. He didn't know what to think as he kept glancing at his wife anxiously.

And he was right to be nervous as he was about to find out. Monica was thoroughly pissed off with her husband and she was going to teach him a lesson. 

When she was finishing her nursing studies she had gone out for about three months with a handsome young intern named Doug Everly. She often thought fondly of Doug. He had been a total sex freak and he had skillfully coached young Monica on the intricacies of the sex act. He was totally shameless and graphically described to the young nurse what he liked, what she should do, where she should touch him and how, how much pressure she should use, everything a woman might want to know about how to please a man. And Monica was the perfect student. She soaked up everything Dougie said and spent hours and hours in bed with him perfecting her skills. Oral, vaginal, anal, bondage, toys, you name it. And then, when they'd done everything that the depraved young Dr. Everly could think of, and then done it again, Monica insisted on experimenting. She had an insatiable sexual curiosity. She used him like she was working on her own personal PHD in sex. In the last month that they were together, Dougie boy lost twelve pounds and strained his back in a way that would haunt him for the rest of his life. When Monica said she thought it was time that they started seeing other people, he introduced her to one of his intern buddies the following day. Doug was pretty much fried.

Monica knew how to deliver a mind crushing orgasm alright, a skill that made her probably the most popular nurse at the base hospital. But if she was crossed she knew ways to be deviously cruel as Lester had learned to his cost from time to time and as he was about to rediscover now.

"Don't be silly baby! I'm a nurse remember. I know what I'm doing..." Monica said with a flashing smile at her husband. She pulled his cock out and closed her hand on his limp shaft. She squeezed him in her fist, slowly, tighter and tighter, holding a firm pressure on him for a few seconds then releasing him. She fondled him like that repeatedly, pumping him up just like she was applying a blood pressure cuff. Monica smiled as her husband quickly hardened in her skillfully pressing hand

"So Dan. Joanie tells me you're a whiz in math. She says you're getting her through her Statistics course. I hope she's making it worth your while..." Monica said, smiling playfully at her daughter's young friend.

"Geez Mrs. Mc Bride! It's not like she's paying me or anything..." Dan answered uncomfortably, thinking that's what Joan's mother must have meant.

Monica just held his gaze with a hint of a smile on her face. Lester's cock was stiffening up nicely. She changed her approach with her husband's meat. She knew they were going to be at the restaurant in just a few minutes and she wanted to make him come before they got there. Normally she wouldn't get him off so quick but tonight wasn't about his pleasure, it was about who was in charge. She gripped him firmly about mid-shaft and pounded down to the root of his cock with a quick, hard hand stroke. She slowly pulled her hand back up to the same mid point, then slammed her tightly clenched fist down on him again. Again and again she jacked him like that. This kind of energetic fondling soon had the pre-come streaming from Lester's gaping pee slit.

"Unnnn!....Unnn!....Monica!...Easy!..." Lester groaned, anxiously glancing back and forth from his wife to his daughter in the back seat as Monica roughly masturbated him. Even so he couldn't stop himself from straining his loins upwards into his wife's rhythmically stroking hand.

"Don't be such a baby!..." the smiling blonde teased. "You know we'll never get it to release all the way if I don't do a little deep tissue massage..." the smiling blonde teased, her left shoulder flexing tirelessly in front of the two quizzical young people sitting in the back. Lester's greasy boner was as hard as steel and was jutting frantically through her coaxing fist.




Attack of the College Mom



"I didn't think she'd be paying you Dan. Joan's always been a little... squeaky...like her dad. I just thought she might do something nice for you once in a while, maybe bake you some cookies or some little tarts. I suspect you haven't seen all of little Joanie's skills as yet, has he dear?..."

Joan didn't immediately respond. She just gave her mother a spiteful glare in response

The restaurant was only about 4 blocks away and Lester had his teeth sunk so deeply into his lower lip it was almost bleeding. Joan removed her hand from his angry looking shaft. Without letting him see what she was doing, she turned her engagement ring so that the big diamond was on the inside of her hand. Then she reached back into his lap, curled her fingers around his hugely swollen knob and began to twist her hand back and forth like she was turning a door knob.

At first Lester didn't realize what was happening. The come was churning for release in his balls but suddenly his cock crown was on fire like it was being attacked by a million bees. 

"Ahhh!...Whattt?..." he cried, looking down at his wife's hand wringing his cock. When he noticed the plain band of her engagement ring flashing on her fourth finger he realized that she was frictioning his tender knob with her sharp edged diamond.

"Monica!...Stop!...Please!.." he whimpered.

"Really mom!...I think you should stop teasing poor Dan... He doesn't know you like we do..." Joan said, still giving her mother the evil eye. In recent years there had been a simmering rivalry between the mother and daughter and it was looking like this visit wasn't getting off to the best of starts between them.

"No he doesn't!...Not yet!..." Monica purred, winking again at Joan's boyfriend.

At the same time she stripped her fist down the length of her husband's cock, cruelly raking the bulging vein on the underside of his shaft with her jagged diamond. She jammed her fist down on the base of her husband's tool as Lester squirmed frantically at her touch.

She turned her eyes back to her husband once more. Without releasing the tight squeeze she had on him with her left hand, she quickly reached into his lap with her other hand. She pressed the top of her middle finger against her thumb and then snapped her fingernail sharply against that angry knot of nerves just under the ridge of his knob.

"Oooof!..." grunted Lester in surprise.

"Well dear..." Monica said, letting go of her husband's angrily throbbing equipment. She slid across the front seat to the door where she could more comfortably turn to face the young people in the back seat. At the same time she kept a close eye on her husband's livid cock.

"Oh Godd!...No!...Don't stop!...Not now!...' he groaned through gritted teeth.

"I would really have liked to work out that last little knot but you said to stop..." Monica said with a knowing smirk, watching the pre-come begin to run from Lester's cock in a steady stream. She was pretty sure she had timed it perfectly.

The car began to buck as Lester stiffened up frantically behind the wheel, his legs jerking spastically.

"Dad!...Watch out!... What are you doing!..." Joan called out anxiously.

But Monica knew exactly what was happening. She had brought Lester right to the very brink of orgasm with all her expert cock teasing. He was experiencing the biggest case of blue balls he had ever imagined. And Monica could see he wasn't enjoying it! But she was!

"Perfect!" she thought.

She could tell he was going to come just before she snapped the end of his cock to take the edge off. But that only delayed the inevitable for a brief moment. She knew what Lester really, really wanted at that moment was for her warm little hand to be wrapped round his cock, jerking him through a shattering orgasm. But at that moment Monica held both hands out in front of her, inspecting her nails.

"Yes Lester!...Be careful!...I don't know what's making you so jumpy lately!..." Monica purred at her husband, pouting at him as if she shared his exquisite frustration. His engorged tool was an angry scarlet color with bulging purple veins that looked like they were ready to burst. She was enormously amused at the way that Lester's erection was straining frantically up towards the steering wheel as his testicles lurched in his groin. 

"No!...Nooo!...Noooo!..." the crimson faced father groaned as the most cruel orgasm he ever experienced washed over him. There was none of the geysering sperm and the intense hammering away in his groin that he was used to. Without Monica's participation, his balls achingly ground away in mini spasms, the sperm just trickling out of his cock head. And even that meager flow was burning through his tool like acid, so cruelly had Monica abraded his quivering shaft. He was coming, but feebly, agonizingly and there was nothing he could do to make it better. Instead of the usual relief that came with his orgasm, his balls felt tighter than ever, full of backed up sperm that wouldn't come out. And that's exactly what Monica had wanted for him.

"Umm Hmmm!..." she purred, her dark eyes dancing wickedly as she regarded her suffering husband. 

"Ahhhhhh!...Shit!..." Lester whimpered as the fiery trickle of sperm slowly diminished and then stopped. Even so his rigid tool continued to twitch pitifully at his loins, but that was just the drive heaves of his aborted orgasm. He felt like he'd been kicked in the crotch by a mule as he awkwardly navigated the car the last couple of blocks to the restaurant.

"Poor baby!...You're going to have to let me work on that a little more later on..." Monica offered.

"Bitch!...' Lester snarled under his breath, gingerly trying to work his angry cock back into his stained pants before they got to the parking lot.

"I warned you!..." his wife said with a superior smile.

Lester darted into the washroom on his way into the restaurant and came out complaining that there had been some back pressure in the hot water line that had soaked his pants. Monica seemed to think that that was hilarious .

Lester was obviously in a dour mood, frequently squirming uncomfortably in his chair and contributing little to the conversation. Monica on the other hand was in amazingly good spirits. She had not always gotten along with her daughter as well as she would have liked, but even Joanie's often sarcastic comments didn't phase her. She teased her daughter mercilessly and wasn't any less restrained with Daniel, but in a different way. With Daniel it was purely sexual. 

She made a point of leaning forward when she turned towards him, giving him lots of opportunities to take a look at her substantial cleavage, opportunities that Daniel seemed unable to resist. She touched his hand and made whispered remarks in his ear to emphasize a point or a comment she was making. The smiling blonde was amused to see how easy it was to make the younger man flush. All she had to do was look him in the eye, lean a little closer, give his thigh a warm squeeze and he'd stiffen up like someone had plugged his chair into an electrical socket. But Dan tried gamely to hold up his end of the chatter.

Joan didn't seem terribly amused by her mother's not so subtle flirting. When a couple of girls stopped by to say hi, she wandered off with them to catch up on local gossip. Lester was being such poor company that Monica finally shooed him off to go talk to some of his golfing buddies who had come in and were loudly recounting their afternoon's outing on the course.

Since that left just Dan and Monica at the table, she asked him about her daughter.

"I must say Dan, you're not like most of the other young men that Joanie's brought home from school. You seem to have a head on your shoulders. How did you two get together?"

"Unnnn!...Actually, Joan needed some help with statistics. She kind of asked me and since we're in a study group together, I offered to do some extra work with her.

"I'll just bet you did! She has her ways doesn't she? Of getting what she wants?..." Monica said, idly dragging one long nailed finger across Dan's pant leg as she spoke.

"She reminds me of myself when I was in school. I can't count the number of blow-jobs it took to get me through second year diagnostics. And university is even more challenging isn't it?..." she asked, all wide eyed with interest.

Dan was just taking a sip of his beer and wound up having a coughing fit at Mrs. Mc Bride's casual reference to blow-jobs.

The sexy blonde sat back and watched the flustered young man with amusement, enjoying his embarrassment enormously.

It was at that point that Tom Evans stopped by to say hello. Monica excused herself and walked a little away from the table to talk to him. They had a brief conversation that ended with Monica standing up on her tiptoes and whispering something in Tom's ear. The handsome young doctor smiled broadly and then walked away. Monica turned to see her husband glaring daggers at her. She just gave him a casual wink and then headed off to the washroom.

Dan was feeling really uncomfortable. He thought Joan's mother was really hot. He couldn't believe the way she seemed to be deliberately teasing him. But he figured it was just that, a lot of teasing that couldn't amount to anything. Little did he know! And where the hell was Joanie anyway?

A couple of minutes later Monica came back to the table. She stepped up to Dan from behind, leaning her cushiony breasts into the back of his neck as she purred..."Come on college boy...Let's see if you can dance...." 

Daniel tried to make some lame excuses but Monica wasn't listening. She just took him by the hand, pulled him out of his chair and led him over to the crowded little dance floor that was tucked away in the back corner of the bar.

The DJ was playing a soulful blues number and Monica turned to Daniel and started twisting gracefully to the music. Daniel was immediately reminded of the sinuous way that Joanie moved when she danced. He could see where she got it from. Soon Monica had clasped her hands together above her head, tilted her head to the side and was shimmying energetically in time with the music. Daniel was dancing as well as he could. But he was so mesmerized by the way Monica's globe shaped breasts were thrusting and heaving beneath her tight satin blouse that his movements were pretty wooden, to say nothing of what was happening to his prick. The writhing blonde's nipples were erect and jutting plainly through the taut fabric of her blouse

And then Daniel realized that the lacey bra that had cupped those lavish tits earlier was no longer in evidence. There was nothing restraining those luscious orbs as they swung back and forth under her shirt like two cats fighting in a bag. She must have taken her bra off in the washroom.

When Daniel finally raised his disbelieving eyes, he found Monica watching him with a bemused smile creasing her lips. He smiled weakly at her as the sultry nurse stepped closer to him. She did a neat little move that had her snuggled up to Daniel with her back to him as she twisted and writhed in time with the music. She reached behind her for his hands and brought them around her and clasped them to her hips over her skin tight capris.

David was immediately afraid that Monica would notice his stiff cock and he grasped her hips, trying to hold her off just far enough so that she wouldn't discover his condition. But the gyrating blonde wasn't going to be so easily restrained.

"Come on Daniel!...Loosen up!..." she whispered over her shoulder as she bent forward slightly at the waist so that her heart shaped ass was jammed into Daniel's crotch. 

"Oh my God!..." Daniel thought. He had never had anyone dance with him like this before. Certainly not Joanie. Mrs. Mc Bride was like a squirming bundle of sexual energy. There was no way he could resist her shameless teasing.

Monica could plainly feel Daniel's swollen cock bulging through his pants as she writhed against him. She pulled his hands behind her hips and then used them to spread the resilient globes of her ass. That made an enticing trench to accomodate his erection as she bumped backwards into his groin. Monica could hear him catch his breath with surprise as she tightened her well toned ass and gave his responsive tool a torrid squeeze. She smiled at the young man's response to her practiced teasing and started shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot, really working him over. She pulled his hands up higher over her satin blouse until they were almost touching the undersides of her frenetically heaving breasts. Daniel hesitantly leaned closer against the alluring blonde, fighting the urge to hunch up against her like a dog in heat.

Monica knew exactly what she was doing to her daughter's boy friend as she murmured..."Unn Hnn!...That's it baby!...Show me what you've got!..." 

Daniel was losing the battle of restraint and was just closing his eyes and raising his sweaty hands up under Monica's swaying breasts when the blues number ended and the dance floor started to clear. Monica intercepted his straying hands with hers and turned to face the thoroughly flustered young man.

"Well I'm surprised Daniel!...Very surprised!..."

"Oh geez!...I'm sorry Mrs. Mc Bride!...I don't know what I was thinking...I truly am sorry!..." Daniel stammered.

"Well I should think so young man! ..Why didn't you tell me what a good dancer you are?..." Monica said with a teasing pout.

Just then the lights dimmed slightly and a slow number came on. Daniel was suddenly only too aware of the rigid erection that was jutting through his pants. A slow dance was out of the question. He turned and looked anxiously at their table but neither Lester nor Joan were in sight. At any rate Mrs. Mc Bride had already made the decision for him. Looking at him like he was a steak and she hadn't had a square meal in a week, the brazen blonde wrapped her arms around his neck and plastered herself against the trembling youth.

Daniel had thought that Mrs. Mc Bride was dancing close through the blues number but that was nothing. As she started to sway against him, her conical mounds flattened across the whole width of his chest. Daniel could clearly feel her pointy nipples boring twin holes against him as she smiled up into his nervously shifting gaze. His cock immediately returned to full alert and Daniel quickly took her hips in his hands once again and tried to open up a decent space between them. He was terrified of what Mrs. Mc Bride would think of him if she knew how aroused he was. But Monica was completely shameless. She lined up the fly of her capri pants with his turgid cock and thrust her pelvis forward. She easily evaded the clasp of his hands as she spread her feet and hunched up from the knees into Daniel's groin. 

"Oh my God!...Mrs. Mc Bride!...I'm sorry!...I can't help it!... Ohhh!..."

"You are a gentleman aren't you Daniel?...Not like Joanie's other boy friends!...I like that!...Now why don't you just relax and let Mrs. Mc Bride have a little fun!...You like the way I dance don't you sweetheart?..." the older woman teased, giving a particularly incendiary grind into Daniel's crotch to emphasize her question.

"Unnn!...Yesss!...Mrs. Mc Bride!...You're ...great!..." Daniel stuttered. Of course the way his balls were tightening up with churning come was an even better indication of how much he liked the way Mrs. Mc Bride was dancing. Once again he gripped her hips in his hands, trying to reduce the friction that was causing his whole groin to seethe with arousal.

But Monica knew exactly what she was doing. She moved like a cat in heat against the trembling youth in front of her, grinding and twisting provocatively as she lightly toyed with the hair on the back of Daniel's neck.

"Well aren't you sweet to say so!...And I know you mean it Danny!...I can feel it!..." she said taking one of his hands..." ...feel it...right here..." she whispered, moving his hand between them so that no one could see ..."in my heart!..." she cooed, slyly cupping his trembling fingers over one of her pneumatic tits.

"Oh geez!...Mrs. Mc Bride!...Oh my Goddd!..." Daniel gasped, reflexively squeezing the satin clad breast that was being thrust into in his hand.

"And I can feel it ...." Monica hissed, bending her knees a little further, and dropping one hand onto Daniel's ass..."right here too...umm hmm..." she murmured, pulling him tighter against her curvaceous pussy..." right between my legs...Ummm...You're so hard Danny!...I like that!..." she sighed, moving her lips and insinuating her moist tongue into Daniel's ear as she shamelessly writhed against the incredulous young man in front of her.

"Ohhh!...Mrs.Mc Bride!...Don't!...Waitttt!..." Daniel groaned. He suddenly realized that he couldn't take much more of this salacious teasing before he would be coming in his pants. He tried to move his hand from Monica's breast but she had twisted in such a way that if he moved, the other dancers would see he was groping her. He tried to arch his hips backwards to get himself under control but Monica had a firm grip on his ass and held him tight against her swiveling loins.

"Oh sweetheart!...I'm a big girl!...And you're a big boy!...Don't fight it!...Just go with it!..." the sutry blonde murmured, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She was surprised herself at the extent of the young man's evident arousal. His cock was as hard as iron as she rubbed herself against it. She was beginning to think that it wouldn't take much more to make him come right there on the dance floor. It had been years since she had done that. The idea of making Daniel come in his pants while her cranky husband and snooty daughter were somewhere nearby, probably wondering where they were, was just too delicious. 

She rose up on her tip toes so that she could purr in his ear...

"It's O.K. baby!...Anything that happens is just between you and me!...You should do it if you want too!...Do you Daniel?...Do you... want... to... do... it?.." Monica questioned in a breathy whisper, punctuating each word with a short thrust of her hips forward, forcing Daniel to support her as she leaned backwards in his arms.

It was all too much for the over excited young man.

"Ahhhh!..." he groaned, helplessly leaning into the voluptuous older woman, his groin now welded to hers. Daniel's hands clawed at Monica's tit and waist as he stiffened up. His groin went achingly taut for a moment and then he just couldn't hold it. 

"Oh nooo!...Nooo!..." he whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed as his balls convulsed and a staccato stream of come erupted from his cock in wracking spasms.

"No baby?...It feels like yes, yes, yes!..." Monica purred. She could clearly feel Daniel's cock throbbing against her pussy as his orgasm overwhelmed him. She had him coming in his pants and she couldn't have been more pleased with herself.

"Ummmm!...Are you coming sweetheart?...You are, aren't you!...I can feel it Danny!... Feel you coming against me!...I find that very exciting honey!... Give me everything!..." she whispered in his ear. She was amazed at the torrid heat that was radiating against her groin as Daniel's come drenched the front of his pants. She smiled in pleasure as she maintained a gentle friction between their loins, encouraging the dismayed young man to empty himself in front of her right there on the dance floor. 

It was just at that moment that Dan felt a tap on his shoulder. He was so consumed by his humiliating orgasm that he didn't at first realize what was happening.

But then he heard Joan behind him trying to get his attention in a very unhappy tone.

"Daniel!...What do you think you're doing?...That's my mother your dancing with, not some bimbo from some sorority house....What are you thinking?..."

Daniel didn't even have the nerve to turn and look at his girl friend. He could only stare wide eyed at the squirming blonde in his arms.




Attack of the College Mom



"I!...I!...Joan!...I don't...!..." Daniel stammered and trailed off, looking plaintively at his girlfriend's wanton mother.

"Daniel!...Look at me!...I think we better go sit down!...."

Monica let Daniel stew for a moment as her daughter ranted. She was amused by the young man's timidity. She would have told her uptight daughter to take a hike but obviously Daniel didn't have it in him. But there was no way Monica was going to let Joan create a scene in her favorite bar. She managed to do a quick half step to the right and back that ended with the dancing duo reasonably upright and allowed Daniel to disentangle himself somewhat from their heated embrace. But she kept their loins pressed together. She could feel his big cock still throbbing gently against her despite Joan's unwanted arrival. She wasn't going to ease up on him until she was sure she had drained him of every drop.

"Oh get over yourself missy!...I was just showing Daniel the Salsa!...My instructor says I'm good and I felt like impressing your young man....Your father is never game for having a little fun like this.... Now why don't you go sit down with Lester and we'll be right over when the song's over...Go on!...Shoo!" Monica said, snuggling her flushed face against Daniel's chest while giving her daughter a haughty smile.

Daniel finally turned and gave Joan a sheepish grin, fairly sure that he hadn't yet heard the end of this from his obviously seething girlfriend. But Joan just glared at her mother for a few long seconds and then turned and stomped back to her table where she immediately launched into a heated conversation with her father. The two of them both stared daggers at Monica and Daniel on the dance floor.

"Oh God Mrs. Mc Bride!...What am I gonna' do?...My pants are a mess. .." Daniel moaned, looking down at the broad wet spot that had saturated the front of his pants.

"I can't go back to the table like this!..." 

Monica too looked down between them and giggled at the sight of Daniel's come stained crotch. 

"You just stay close to me sweetheart! I'll help you smuggle that back to the table..." she said lightly. When the song ended she turned and took Daniel's hand to lead him off the dance floor and back to the table. Daniel stayed close behind her to hide himself. Monica stepped in front of him as he sat down so that neither her husband or her daughter could see the state of his pants. She sat down between Lester and Daniel.

"Did you miss me honey?...'"she said to her stonily glaring husband. Then turning to her daughter she said......"Daniel is a wonderful dancer sweetie. You should get him up on the floor. You'll enjoy yourself. I know I did"

Joan gave her mother a long hard look before turning to Daniel and saying...

"I had no idea Danny. Why don't you show me!..."

Daniel again turned with that 'deer in the headlights look' again towards Monica.

"Well...Unn...Maybe we could just sit this one out...for a minute... It's kind of hot up there and I...I..." Daniel stammered without taking his eyes from Joanie's mom.

"Oh go on Daniel!...Don't be a party pooper!...Show my little girl what you've got!.. I think she'll be surprised..." Monica said, glancing briefly down towards Daniel's hidden lap and then looking back up at him with a knowing smirk.

"Come on...Let's go...You seemed to be enjoying yourself with my mother... I wouldn't think I'd have to drag you up onto the dance floor..." Joan said, standing up and staring down expectantly at Daniel.

Daniel continued to stare pleadingly at Monica, practically mouthing the words...'Help Me!' .

Monica only smiled at his distress.

"Go on! You two kids have fun! Daniel just pass me that glass of water before you go..." Monica said, reaching in front of Daniel for the glass that was between him and Joan. Daniel reached for it too and there was an awkward exchange between them. Monica somehow managed to fumble the glass onto the table in front of Daniel where the water cascaded into his lap.

"Oh mother!..." Joan huffed.

"Oops!...Sorry!..." Monica giggled, her eyes sparkling merrily into Daniel's.

"Uh Ohhh!..." Daniel gasped in surprise. It took him a second to jump up from the table and when he did his pants were thoroughly soaked.

"Let me do something about that!..." Monica said, grabbing a napkin from the table and starting to wipe the front of Daniel's pants.

"Mother!..." "Monica!..." both Lester and Joan barked.

"Ummmm?...Alright!...I'm sorry about the mess Daniel!...I really didn't mean to do that!...Maybe you better go to the washroom and try and clean up a little..."

"Unnn!...Sure Mrs. Mc Bride... It's only water... Just an accident... Don't worry about it!...It'll dry in no time..." Daniel replied, his cheeks blazing as he shuffled away towards the bathroom clutching a napkin to his lap.

"Daniel!..." Lester barked

"Yes sir."

Without taking his steely eyes from his wife's Lester said...."Be careful of the hot water faucet in there. We don't want any more accidents tonight."

"No sir." Daniel said.

He was surprised to hear Monica guffaw loudly as he disappeared into the washroom.

It wasn't long after that that Daniel and the Mc Bride's left the bar for home. Lester's bad mood seemed to have infected his daughter and even though Monica continued to make cheerful small-talk, by the time they reached the house it was clear it was going to be an early night. Joan claimed to have a headache and headed upstairs to bed. Monica offered to help Daniel set up the couch in the basement but Lester gave his wife a withering look and said he'd do it. Monica just shrugged and blew a kiss at Daniel as Lester ushered him downstairs.

The basement was cool and as dark as a tomb. Daniel tossed and turned for a while, replaying in his mind what had happened in the bar with Mrs. Mc Bride. His first thoughts were that she had been teasing him deliberately to the point where he couldn't stop himself from coming. Then he kind of thought that she probably had no idea how excited she was making him. It was all his fault that he had let himself get so excited that he couldn't keep himself from coming in his pants. Either way he didn't know how he was going to face Joan's mother in the morning.

When he woke up Daniel had no idea what time it was. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he headed upstairs in the tee shirt and track pants that he had slept in. He shuffled into the kitchen to find Mrs. Mc Bride seated at the table sipping coffee and flipping through a magazine. There was a crust of toast on the plate next to her.

"Well good morning sleepy head! I was wondering if you were ever getting up..." Monica said, half turning in her chair to greet Daniel.

Daniel looked appreciatively at Joan's mom. Monica was wearing a white satin robe that was loosely tied at the waist. The way that she was half turned in her chair gave Daniel a generous view of her cleavage through the parted vee of her robe. A gold necklace gleamed against the upper swells of her well tanned breasts. She was wearing a bandeau that held her blonde hair back from her face and her eyes shone brightly into Daniel's as she smiled at him.

"Good morning Mrs. Mc Bride. What time is it?" Daniel asked, looking outside at a rainy Saturday morning.

"It's a little after nine Daniel. And I think we know each other well enough after last night that you can call me Monica, don't you?"

Daniel immediately flushed at brilliant crimson at Monica's suggestive comment.

"Uhhh...Sure Monica...O.K...." Daniel stammered. "Where's Joan and Mr. Mc Bride?"

Monica reached for the little handbag on the table next to her coffee and started rummaging through it. She pulled out a gold lipstick case.

"Oh they've gone into town for the newspaper and some bagels. It's a little Saturday morning ritual of theirs...."

Monica got up and started walking towards Daniel with a predatory glint in her eye. She was taking the top off her lipstick as she approached him. 

Daniel didn't even realize he was edging away from Mrs. Mc Bride until he found himself backed up against the refrigerator. When she stopped in front of him the sultry blonde was close enough that Daniel found himself enveloped by the alluring smell of her perfume. He could feel his cock shifting around uncomfortably as it stared to rise from his loins

"Daniel?..." she said as she began to apply the gleaming, crimson lip-gloss...

"We don't have much time until they get back... How about a blow-job?..."

The nervous young man stared at his girl friend's mother in disbelief.

"What!...Mrs. Mc Bride!...You can't...You don't really mean...I mean I can't...like you know...because of Joanie!... It's...Oh Goddd!..." Daniel stuttered, shifting his weight anxiously from foot to foot. But there was no denying the erection that had sprung up under his track pants in response to Monica's lurid suggestion.

Monica glanced down at Daniel's groin and could plainly see his big cock tenting the front of his pants. Her eyes were dancing wickedly as she looked back up at Daniel. She capped the lipstick and slipped it into the pocket of her robe.

"Of course we can sweetheart!...She'll never know!...And I picked this color of lipstick just for you!... I think it'll look great on your dick, don't you?..." Monica purred, running the tip of her tongue provocatively around her parted lips.

Daniel reached out and was tentatively gripping Monica's shoulders to keep her at arm's length as he babbled.... "Mrs. Mc Bride!... Monica!...We shouldn't!... They could be home anytime!... It's just too...tooo...I shouldn't!..." 

But Monica ignored his half hearted protests as she pushed his hands aside and grabbed the front of his track pants. With a little wiggling to get them over his rigid tool she pushed them down to his knees. Then she reached in and fisted Daniel's boner.

"Ahhhhhh!..." Daniel groaned as Monica squeezed his turgid meat with one hand. She smiled knowingly into his eyes as she started tracing circles over the end of his cock with the fingertips of her other hand.

"No baby?...Doesn't that feel good?...Don't you like it?...Ummm?...I think you do!..." the wanton mother purred as Daniel's cock became as rigid as a bar of steel in her shamelessly teasing hands. In no time the pre-come began to seep from Daniel's pee slit in response to her skilled fondling. Without taking her eyes from his, Monica spread that greasy smear around and around his bulging helmet. She paid particular attention to the underside of his knob, giving that tender spot a thorough going over with her cruising thumb.

"Unnn!...Mrs... Mc... Bride!...Easy!...Easy!..." Daniel moaned, as lightening bolts of excitement darted through his groin. His balls were starting to draw up into a tight little knot in his crotch. Before he knew it Monica had him hunching into her hands, his come already beginning to churn for release. He reached down and grabbed Monica's wrists, trying to get her to let up on her incendiary masturbation.

"It's alright honey! I know what I'm doing! ..." Monica purred. She switched her grip, encircling the base of Daniel's cock with the thumb and finger of one hand while she reached under him with her other hand to cup his balls.

"You'll come when I want you to come. ..." she murmured as she firmly pulled Daniel's testicles down from his groin. ..."and this time I want it in my mouth!..."

As she spoke, Monica gracefully sank to her knees in front of the disbelieving young man. With her eyes still locked on his she parted her lips around the end of his cock and gave it a long, lurid suck.

"Ohhh!...Ahhh!...Mrs. Mc Bride!...Goddd!...That's so hottt!..I can't believe this!..." Daniel moaned, his groin seething with excitement as his girl friend's mother attacked his cock. As Monica continued to stare up at him, her cheeks caved in around his prick until Daniel could clearly see his bulging knob outlined on the side of her face.

"Oh shit!..." he gasped, helplessly hunching into the blonde's leeching mouth.

"Mmm Hmmm!..." Monica encouraged, releasing his cock from her hands. As he lunged into her mouth she tilted her head down and relaxed her throat to accommodate his thrusting length. She grabbed his hips and held him in place in front of her. 

"Oh Godddd!...Mrs. Mc Bride!..." Daniel cried, as Monica's throat sheathed the end of his cock like a satin glove.

"Mmm!...Mmmm!...Mmm Hmmm!...: Monica hummed, knowing that her lewd hum job would send excruciating vibrations through his groin.

It was just then that a car could be heard rolling up into the driveway.

"Ahhh!....What?....Mrs. Mc Bride!....They're back!...Stop!..." Daniel whimpered, pulling his hips back to extricate himself from Monica's leeching suck.

Monica let him pull away just until his livid tool popped out of her mouth. Then she grabbed his ass in one surprisingly strong hand and held him in that position. With her other hand she once again fisted his saliva soaked erection and began to deliberately beat him off while smiling up into his eyes.

"I want you to come for me Daniel!..." she intoned, stroking him firmly while bending his knob towards her puckered lips.

Car doors could be heard to slam and somebody said..."I'll get the trunk..."

"But...but...Mrs. Mc Bride!...We can't!...We're gonna get....Nahh... caught!..." Daniel gasped, squirming around like a fish on a line.

But Monica paid no attention to his frantic pleading. She took his swollen cock crown into her mouth once again and began to lash the underside of his knob with her flailing tongue. At the same time she began to increase the speed of her relentlessly masturbating hand.

"Ohhhhh!...Ohhhh...Godddd!..." Daniel whimpered, his eyes beginning to flutter closed as his balls lurched and his come burned for release.

"Ummm Hmmm!...Ummm!...Commm Ommm!...Commmm!..." Monica moaned gutturally, squeezing Daniel's ass as her tongue thrashed the tip of his cock like a roto-rooter in overdrive.

Daniel stiffened up and began to double over above her.

"Ummm Hmmm!...Ummm Hmmm!..." Monica encouraged, her hand flying up and down his tumid flesh in a blur.

"Nahhhh!...Ahhhhh!...Ahhhhh!..." Daniel cried, biting his lip to try and keep quiet as his balls kicked and a deluge of molten come erupted from his cock.

"Ummmm!...Ummmm!...Ummmm!..." Monica moaned in satisfaction as a river of molten sperm streamed into her mouth. Her throat quickly filled and even though she was swallowing as fast as she could, there was soon a trickle of come leaking from the corners of her mouth. With her eyes burning up into Daniel's she stopped her frenzied masturbation and began to milk him in time with his wracking orgasm.

A trunk slammed and the front door of the house opened soon after.

"Ahhhhh!....Goddd!...Mrs. Mc Bride!...Stopp!...Don'ttt!..." Daniel whispered, looking frantically down on the kneeling blonde in front of him as he tried to back away from her siphoning mouth.

But Monica refused to let him go. Her eyes twinkled up into his as she continued to strip her hand up and down on the top of his tool.

"Mmmmmm!..." she moaned in satisfaction as she worked the last of his come up from his balls and into her slavering mouth.

The front hall closet was opened as rain jackets and umbrellas were stowed.

"Mom!...Daniel!...What are you guys up to?..." Joanie called as she picked up the bagels and headed for the kitchen. Her father was just behind her.

When they walked into the kitchen, her mother was at the sink just getting a glass of water. Joan noted that her mother was very flushed and seemed to be gasping just a little.

The door to the basement was open and Joan wondered whether Daniel had been up yet or not.

Monica was downing the water while holding her finger up to her daughter. When she had finished she said...

"Sorry dear. A corner of that toast must have gone down the wrong way. You must have heard me coughing when you came in."

"Actually I didn't mother. Where's Daniel? Isn't he up yet?.."

"Oh he's up alright! I mean I could hear him in the basement earlier. That was a while ago. I'm sure he'll be joining us soon."

Joan looked at her mother quizzically for a moment and then she went over to the head of the stairs.

"Daniel! What are you doing?..."

A couple of seconds later Daniel ascended yet again from the basement, doing up the top button of the freshly pressed dress shirt he had just put on. Joan thought he too looked like he had just stepped out of an overheated shower.

"HI Joanie! I was just getting organized. Where have you been?"

"Didn't mother tell you?"

"No.." said Daniel..."Yes..." said Monica simultaneously.

The mother and the boyfriend looked at each other quickly. Monica was smiling. Daniel looked like someone was stepping on his hand.

"When he asked where you were I said you'd gone out. That's all."

"But I thought you said he hadn't come up yet."

"Well he did stick his head out at one point like a ground hog and asked if you were up. Isn't that right Daniel?"

"Yeah! That's right! I didn't want to miss breakfast with you..." Daniel said sheepishly, without making eye contact with his girlfriend.

With Lester in the background, Joanie stood there looking skeptically at her mother and her boyfriend.

Finally Monica said..."So what did you bring us?..."

"Cinnamon buns and apple fritters. They're still hot. Let's eat because Daniel and I have to be getting back after breakfast..." Joanie said, a note of displeasure clearly evident in her tone.

"We do?..." Daniel said with a note of surprise. But one look at his glowering girlfriend and he said..."We do..."

"Well that's too bad..." said Monica, tightening her robe around her and brushing the corners of her mouth with her fingertips...." Still those buns smell delicious. Let's dig in."

And so the foursome sat down to a breakfast that was only slightly less uncomfortable than the dinner the night before. There was little fanfare when, an hour later, Daniel and Joan loaded up the car to head home.

While Lester was embracing his daughter, Monica stepped forward to give Daniel a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Call me!..." she purred as she nipped playfully at his earlobe, making him jump in surprise. Joan and Lester hadn't seen her do it and wondered what was making Daniel so skittish.

The ride back to Franklin seemed to take forever. Daniel tried to be casual and started a couple of conversations but Joanie kept turning the talk back to her mother. Apparently her father had said some things to her, nothing specific, about problems he and Monica were having and Joanie was concerned. She wanted to talk about it. But after the sexual romp he had just had with Joanie's mom, Daniel felt like he was walking on eggs whenever the conversation went in that direction. He kept changing the subject and Joanie obviously didn't like that. In the end he just gave up and they completed the drive in silence.

Besides his lack of sensitivity, Joanie wasn't pleased with Daniel's obvious infatuation with her mother. When they stopped in front of her place she would have liked just to get out of the car and tell him not to call her again. But she still needed those two damn math credits. She bit her lip and apologized that she hadn't been better company. She said that it was that time of the month for her and that she was sorry she had been so bitchy. She had an away swim meet that week but she hoped maybe they could go out after the study group the following Wednesday.

Daniel carried her bag for her up to her door. He attempted a kiss but Joanie turned her cheek, thanked him once again for driving and went inside.

Daniel went back to his dorm, his mind whirling. He couldn't believe he had gotten his first blow job from his girl friend's mother. What were the chances!




Attack of the College Mom



Aside from that however, he wasn't very happy about the way the weekend had turned out. It was obvious to him that Joanie didn't feel any real affection for him. She was using him, probably just so that he'd get her through her math courses. The next time he saw her he was going to tell her he was done. She could get somebody else in their study group to help her.

Things had quickly returned a normal routine after the unbelievable trip to Joanie's parents. Daniel had managed to avoid his sometimes girl friend for a week. When he saw her that coming Wednesday he was going to tell her how he felt. It was the Monday, nine days after their trip to Carlisle that Mrs. Mc Bride called.

It took Daniel a moment to figure out who he was speaking to. When he realized it was Monica he was totally flabbergasted. He never expected her to call. And she sounded different over the phone, more serious, certainly not at all flirtatious. After chatting for a couple of minutes Monica got around to the reason for her call.

She said that she was coming to Franklin for a two day seminar at the college. She wondered if she could see him. She was on a tight schedule but she had some free time on Wednesday night. Was Daniel free?

Without even thinking about it Daniel said ..."Great! Sure! I'm totally free Wednesday!"

Monica said that was fine and then she said..."By the way Daniel, I don't think you should mention this to Joanie. You might have noticed that we weren't getting along all that well a couple of weeks ago. I think she needs her space right now...at least from me. It might be better if you don't say anything to her about my visit. I don't want to get into another quarrel with her."

Daniel said he understood and that he wouldn't say anything. Then he said goodbye after arranging to pick Monica up at the Midtown Inn at 8:00. When he hung up the phone Daniel was pretty nervous. He was going to get to see Joanie's mom again. And after what had happened between them in Carlisle, that was an exciting prospect indeed for a bashful young man from the mid-west. He wondered why she wanted to see him. 

It was only later that he remembered his tentative date with Joanie for Wednesday night. Oh well. He'd just have to cancel on her. It wasn't like she'd never done it to him. He wasn't going to pass up a chance to see Monica again.

Joan seemed more surprised than disappointed when Daniel told her he was tied up on Wednesday night. Without any particular interest, she asked him what he was doing. He replied vaguely, something about an old friend from Boise visiting for the day and Daniel feeling obliged to spend some time with him/her. He wasn't specific and Joanie really didn't care. She knew a couple of her girl friends were going out with some of the guys from the ball team on Wednesday night and that was where she'd really rather be anyway.

Daniel wanted to take Monica somewhere nice for dinner but it couldn't be anywhere too close to the college. He didn't want to take a chance on running into Joanie or any of her friends. There was a pretty nice Bar and Grill about 15 miles out of town called Antonio's. It was a popular spot but if you didn't have a car it was a little bit off the beaten path. He actually thought for a moment about bringing flowers to the hotel but finally decided against it. After all, Monica was a married woman. Maybe she just wanted to see him to tell him that her wanton conduct in Carlisle had all been a mistake, or worse, maybe she was going to accuse him of inappropriate behavior and threaten to reveal all that had happened to her daughter. So, with wildly contradictory expectations, at 8:00 on Wednesday night, Daniel was knocking on the door of room 1121 of the Midtown Inn. 

His heart was racing when Monica opened the door.

"Hello Daniel. How nice to see you. I'm almost ready. Why don't you come in for a moment...." Monica said, opening the door for him.

Daniel just stood there like a goof, gaping at the sexy older woman who was smiling at him in the doorway. Monica seemed taller than he remembered but that was because of the heels she had on. She had trimmed her blonde hair a bit and now it framed her smiling face and sparkling eyes even more dramatically than before.

She was wearing a thin rhinestone belt on top of a black leather skirt that was molded to her hips and ended just above her knee. Her stilleto heels and smoky nylons accented the athletic trim of her legs. A gleaming pearl necklace drew his eager eye to her sumptuous chest. She was wearing a gossamer thin blouse, grey, that was virtually transparent. The neckline was cut-away and there were artful black lace patterns of flowers and vines stitched into the blouse. But that decoration hardly obscured Monica's generous breasts and the fact that she wasn't wearing any bra to constrain them. Even just standing there, those enticing orbs were rising and falling hypnotically and the translucent top offered the most tantalizing glimpses of those conical mounds. Daniel knew he was in trouble. 

"Hi Mrs. Mc Bride...I mean, Monica...." he stammered, only barely able to wrest his eyes from Monica's curvaceous body to look her in the eye. He couldn't stop his hand from shaking as he reached out for Monica's which she had extended to him in a curiously formal greeting.

"Hello Daniel. Just let me put on my lipstick and then we can go. I hope you're taking me to someplace nice..." Monica said as she turned to a mirror in the hallway. She picked up her lipstick and began to apply a coat of the crimson gloss to her lips. As she did so, she watched Daniel in the mirror, her eyes sparkling wickedly.

Daniel watched Monica raptly in the mirror as she traced her pursed lips with the tube of lipstick. He remembered vividly those gleaming lips turning into a perfect 'O' as the sexy nurse sucked the end of his cock. When he realized that Monica was watching him he began to blush furiously.

He somehow managed to get out of there without embarrassing himself any further. Monica touched his shoulder as she got into the car, but aside from that, and all through the casual dinner that followed, she remained smilingly aloof, maintaining a steady flow of idle conversation. They first had a couple of drinks and she asked about Daniel's courses and he told her what he was doing. Then, with dinner, they had some wine and he asked about her seminar and she talked about the program she was attending. She mentioned she had been talking to Joanie but didn't go into any specifics. They talked about the weather. It was all very cool and perfunctory with no hints or reference to the incredible sexual dalliance that had happened only a couple of weeks earlier between them. The only minor glitch was the way Daniel couldn't keep himself from staring into Monica's cleavage. His eyes were ever watchful for a glimpse of the swollen maroon aureole and spiky nipples that crowned her tits and were sometimes plainly visible through her sheer blouse. 

Monica didn't say anything but apparently she found Daniel's shy ogling very amusing.

Finally, dinner ended and although they turned down dessert, Monica insisted that they both have an Irish coffee. Then she slid closer to Daniel in the quiet booth that they had been sharing. Idly she reached out and gently placed her hand on top of his.

"Daniel. I want to talk to you about Joanie. I spoke to her at the end of the week and some of things she said concerned me. Is everything alright between you two?"

Daniel really hadn't expected to be having a serious heart to heart with Mrs. Mc Bride about her daughter.

"Actually Mrs. Mc Bride...Monica...I don't think it's going anywhere... Joanie and me...I mean, I think she's amazing...Really... But I think you said it yourself in Carlisle...I'm not in her league...I don't think she's really interested in me and...and I...I... there just isn't any chemistry there, that's all....although there is a little math..." Daniel said with a rueful smile.

Monica smiled at Daniel's feeble attempt at humor. He supposed she meant to console him as she took his hand and placed it on her nylon sheathed knee under the table and leaned even closer to him.

"Oh Daniel. You don't really know much about women do you. There is an obvious problem between you and Joanie. She can be a very closed person and she knows how to get what she wants...she just takes it...." Monica said, gently easing Daniels' hand further up her leg.

Daniel's hand began to sweat as he felt Monica's silky nylons gliding under his palm.

"Whereas you're a very open person Daniel...Very giving...Like me.... Your are so incompatible, you and Joanie... I'm sure you must be very frustrated..." Monica said, guiding his hand up even higher under her leather skirt and onto her stocking top. 

Daniel's looked at Monica with anxious eyes as his trembling fingers encountered one of the satin garters that held her stockings in place. His cock beginning to lengthen uncomfortably in his pants at the excitement of touching Mrs. Mc Bride so intimately. He was sure at any second she was going to yank his hand away and put it back on the table.

"But Joanie really needs your help Daniel. You're smart and strong and I'm afraid she's going to fail without you. You can help her. I really, really want you to help her......" 

And as she said that, she turned a little further in her seat towards Daniel. When she did that, Daniel's hand naturally slipped into the vee at the top of her loins. Monica slammed her legs closed on it, locking it between her steamy thighs. Daniel could feel the edge of his hand rubbing up against the light fuzz of pubic hair that covered Monica's pudenda. Mrs. Mc Bride wasn't wearing any panties!

"Oh Goddd!..." Daniel groaned quietly, shifting in his seat so that his cock could surge upright in his pants

"If you would do that for me Daniel... If you would keep seeing Joanie and help her... That would make me very happy..." Monica said softly, letting her free hand slide onto Daniel's thigh where she moved it slowly higher towards his crotch.

"And do you know what happens when one giving person, like you, makes another giving person, like me, happy Daniel?...Do you?..." Monica asked, her eyes sparkling as her fingertips started gliding up the underside of Daniel's now throbbing erection.

"No Mrs. Mc Bride...Unnn...Monica...What happens?..." Daniel asked in a breaking voice.

Monica leaned even closer to Daniel. Her hair was brushing his face as she put her moist lips next to his ear. Giving his cock an incendiary squeeze, she whispered very slowly, very clearly ..."He gets his brains fucked out!...He gets his cock sucked!... Anything Daniel!...And Daniel!..." she added with a pregnant pause..."I'm very, very good!..." 

And with that she tweaked Daniel's already bulging cock crown in a way that made him suck in his breath and stiffen up all over in arousal.

"Unnnn!....Unnn!...Monica!...Oh Goddd!..." Daniel stammered, his hand shaking feverishly between her clenched thighs as he tried to form a response to her lurid suggestion.

He was so distracted by Monica's shameless groping and her wanton conversation that he never even saw the four young people who walked up to their table.

"Daniel?...Hi!...I thought that was you sitting over here. How are you?..."

It took Daniel a second to realize that someone was talking to him. As he turned away from Monica he had the unnerving surprise of finding Lindsay Marshall, Joanie's best friend standing at their table, looking at Daniel and Monica with great interest.

"Oh shit!..." thought Daniel, trying frantically to figure out what he was going to say to her. 

"We just came in for a drink. I think you might know....." Lindsay said, going on to introduce the two boys and the other girl. He didn't pay any attention to their names. What the hell was he going to say.

While all this was going on, Monica was lazily rearranging herself in her seat. She sat back so that her barely concealed breasts thrust arrogantly from her chest as she turned her dazzling smile on the new arrivals. 

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your...friend?..." Lindsay inquired with a catty smile.

"Ohhh!...Sure.... Lindsay!...This is my friend from Boise... Mm... Mm... Melissa..." Monica slid her foot over under the table and gave the arch of his foot a painful jab with her heel.... "Owww!... Melissa... Mm..Mc Donald..." Daniel yelped.

Lindsay and her friend looked quizzically at Daniel.

"Hello Melissa!...Nice to meet you!..." the two boys said enthusiastically, almost tripping over each other to lean in and shake Monica's hand.

"Hello boys!..." Monica said in a throaty purr. The two girls just gave her a barely courteous nod.

"Joanie's with us Daniel. She was just a couple of minutes behind us in David's car. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you and...Melissa."

"Oh Good... I was hoping I'd get to meet some of Daniel's friends..." Monica said, leaning forward conspiratorially towards Lindsay. Daniel noticed the boys' eyes zeroing in on Monica's spectacularly displayed cleavage.

With the sweetest smile Monica said....."He's been telling me that even though a lot of the girls he's met here aren't very bright, they're a lot prettier than the girls back home. And I must say, you girls are just lovely..." 

Lindsay and her girl friend looked at Monica for a moment with pursed lips and uncertain eyes. They thought they might have just been insulted but they weren't sure. After a moment Lindsay said..."Why don't you and Melissa join us once Joanie gets here. We'd love to hear more about the bright lights of Boise."

And with that the two girls turned on their heels and headed to the bar. The boys were a lot more sincere in their invitation for Daniel and Monica to join them. They were practically drooling over the statuesque blonde sitting next to Daniel.

"Don't you worry boys! Daniel and I would love to join you, wouldn't we sweetheart? We'll certainly be over later. Now you two run along and join your little friends."

Before they had even reached the bar Daniel was making frantic 'add up my bill' hand gestures to their waiter.

"We've got to get out of here. I didn't tell Joanie you were here, just like you asked. If she finds out and sees you like...like..." Daniel stuttered, looking up and down at Monica's sexily attired figure.

"Like ...what Daniel?..."

"Like...Sitting here...With me...She's going to be so pissed!...I can't imagine what she'll say!... What I'll say! ...We've got to get out of here!..." Daniel moaned, his eyes darting back and forth from Monica to the door like he was watching a tennis match.

At that moment a party of two older couples was just getting up at a table near Daniel and Monica's booth.

Monica watched Daniel's obvious distress for a moment longer with a broad smile creasing her lips.

"You are so nervous honey. You should relax a little. Now why don't I just slip out of here with those nice people over there. You can settle up here and meet me out at the car. Why don't we do that?"

"Unnn...Yeah...Ahh... Sure!..." Daniel said, his eyes still in continuous motion.

Monica slipped out of the booth and walked up behind the other party that were heading to the door.

It was just then that David and Joanie walked in. Joanie was laughing like she and David were sharing a joke. They must have known that they'd find their friends at the bar because that's where they headed without a glance at the rest of the room.

Daniel almost had a heart attack as he watched his girl friend walk by her mother with no more than ten feet between them. He saw Monica turn her head towards him after Joanie passed. The brazen blonde gave him a wink. Daniel also noticed the boys at the bar watching Monica. Monica saw them too and as she got closer to the door the boys half raised their beers towards her and rocked their heads and shoulders towards the bar, beckoning her over. Monica raised her open palm to her mouth and blew them a kiss and then gave them a saucy wink as well. Then she was out the door.

Daniel breathed a sigh of relief as Joan and Dave joined their friends at the bar. Immediately Lindsay and her friend pulled Joan aside while the two boys at the bar buttonholed David with frequent nods towards the door and Daniel's table. Where the hell was that damn waiter?

The waiter arrived with the bill at about the same time that Joanie looked over at Daniel, her eyes glaring into his. Lindsay was still talking urgently to her as Joan started to pace across the room towards Daniel.

'Oh shit!...' Daniel thought as he hastily scribbled in a tip and signed the bill.

"Hello Daniel. I didn't expect to run into you here. I thought you were out with an old friend tonight..." Joanie said, her eyes blazing.

"Oh yeah!...Hi Joanie!..You mean...Mm...Melissa!...Yeah...Melissa's just visiting..." Daniel said shakily.

"Unn Hnn!...Melissa Mc Donald..." Joanie said, enunciating the name as if she were giving an elocution lesson..."Why does that name sound familiar?... Where is she?... I'm dying to meet her!... I hear she's very...interesting."

"Ohhh...Unnn...Melissa just went to the powder room... She had to...You know... I was just settling up here and then we were going to join you for a minute... Lindsay already asked us...If that's O.K.?.." Daniel asked, nervously folding his copy of the bill into smaller and smaller squares until it had almost disappeared.

"Oh definitely Daniel. We'd love to have you join us. We're all looking forward to getting to know your... friend. We're right over there." Joan said, pointing towards the bar.

"Great! Then we can all talk. Super!" Daniel said, looking at Joanie with a lopsided smile.

Time seemed to stand still while Joanie gazed at him with a hard stare. Daniel could think of absolutely nothing to say so he just sat there with a silly grin on his face and beads of sweat beginning to dot his brow

"So you'll join us right?..." Joan said one more time.

"Absolutely!..." said Daniel.

And so Joan reluctantly walked back to her friends at the bar but kept an eagle eye on Daniel. He could feel her constant stare as he sat there. He kept looking towards the washroom as if he expected someone to appear at any second. But of course no one did. And after a few minutes it was becoming obvious to anyone who was interested that no one was going to appear.

And then he had an inspiration. He took out his cell phone, put it to his ear and said..."Hello..." and then..."Hello..." He waited...He looked angrily at the phone...He pulled out the antenna... "Hello...What?...What?...I can't hear you...Wait a minute..." He said, getting up and stumbling towards the exit. He never looked around until he got outside the restaurant door. Then he looked frantically for Monica. He spotted her standing next to the car which was near the far end of one of the rows.

He walked over like a speed walker in an Olympic competition. Monica watched his speedy approach with amusement. He had just opened the door for her and she was getting into the car when he looked back to see the restaurant door open. Joanie looked around and spotted him. Daniel pretended not to have seen her as he casually headed over to his side of the car.

"Daniel!..." Joan shouted, stepping towards the parking lot.

But Daniel never looked her way as he got in the car, started it and backed out of the space. Joan was still some distance away but was marching towards them. Monica looked over her shoulder and out the back window at her daughter.

"Oh my! She does not look happy at all!..." Monica said with a laugh as she turned to smile at Daniel. At the same time she reached over and gave his thigh a warm squeeze.

"Oh God! How am I going to explain this?..." Daniel moaned. But he never stopped or looked back. He drove straight out of the parking lot and headed for the highway.




Attack of the College Mom



It was only a couple of minutes before they were speeding back towards town.

"Well that was interesting..." Monica said with a smile as she snuggled closer to Daniel on the front seat. She let her right hand drift over into his lap where she started kneading his cock through his pants.

"Now what were we talking about before we were so rudely interrupted..." she purred, reaching deeper into Daniel's crotch to give his balls a torrid squeeze.

"Unnnn!...Geez Mrs. Mc Bride...Monica!...I...I can't think when you touch me like that!..." Daniel gasped his cock stiffening frantically once more in response to Monica's lewd fondling.

"You don't remember Daniel?...I think I had just said I'd fuck your brains out if you'd help Joanie with her math...Does that ring a bell?..." Monica asked sweetly, again gripping Daniel's cock through his pants and giving it a sensuous squeeze.

"Oh God!...Yeah!...I promise!...Whatever you want!..."

"That's sweet of you honey! ... I know you'll keep your part of the bargain...and so will I!... Why don't we start right now!...How about a little head?... I'm wearing your favorite color lipstick!.." she whispered in Daniel's ear, her long fingers starting to pull his fly down.

"Oh Godd!... Monica!...Right now?...While I'm driving...Joanie never...I mean...I never... I don't know?..." Daniel answered, his eyes darting nervously between Monica and the road.

Monica deftly freed Daniel's boner from his pants and was stroking it softly.

"Joanie never gave you a blow-job in the car Daniel?...I can't believe that!...Why that's...that's just ...un-American!..." Monica said, her eyes twinkling merrily into his.

"Now why don't you just sit back and relax, if you can, and let Monica take care of this big old stiffie for you!..." the blonde seductress purred, leaning over in her seat and snuggling her head in under the steering wheel.

"You just keep your eyes on the road O. K.?..." she said, squirming around until her lips were poised over Daniel's rigid tool. And then....

"Mmmmm!..." she purred, wetly sucking Daniel's knob into her mouth and twisting her tongue around and around that swollen helmet.

"Ahhhhhh!...Oh Goddddd!..." Daniel gasped as shafts of excitement shot through his groin. He could barely believe the intensity of his arousal as Monica confidently siphoned more of him into her mouth.

"Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." she hummed, bobbing her head down further and further until she had him all. And then, with her nose in his pubic hair, she sucked him so hard her cheeks inverted around his shaft. Without releasing her vacuuming suck, she pulled her head up, lifting Daniel out of his seat with her leeching mouth.

"Ahhhhh!...Nahhh!...Mrs. Mc Bride!..." Daniel moaned, squirming frantically under Monica's expert blow-job. He clutched the steering wheel until his fingers were white. His balls were tight and his cock was literally pounding with blood as he helplessly strained up into the torrid draw of her mouth.

Monica held him like that for a moment longer before releasing him with a lewd slurp.

"How's that baby?...Do you like it?...Am I a good little cocksucker?..." Monica panted, reaching in to masturbate him while catching her breath.

"Yeah!...Oh yeah!...Don't stop!...Oh don't stop Mrs. Mc Bride!..." Daniel begged, hunching into Monica's coaxing fist like a dog in heat.

"Ummm!...I won't stop baby!...I'll suck you 'til you come!...Don't worry!...You can come whenever you want to!...I want you to!...I want to swallow it!...Promise me you'll come in my mouth!...You will won't you?..." Monica teased, swirling her fist around and around on Daniel's knob in a way that she knew would have him coming in no time.

"Yes!...Oh God!...Yes!..." Daniel gasped, his legs stiffening as his balls got even tighter. His cock was on fire under Monica's devilishly twisting hand.

"That's a good boy!...Let me have it!..." and then..."Mmmm!..." as she once more attacked the end of his cock with her whirling tongue and siphoning lips. Only this time she continued to jack him off as she sucked him. She didn't have much room to work under the steering wheel but she knew Daniel wasn't going to last very long anyway. She could tell by the way the car was slowing down and speeding up erratically. She hoped they weren't going to get pulled over, but it wouldn't be the first time. 

"Unnn!...Unnn!." Daniel groaned, leaning forward and bucking into Monica's irresistibly coaxing mouth. 

As his cock ballooned that last little bit like they always did just before they exploded, Monica drove her little fist down his length and exerted a steady pressure on the root of his shaft. That was it for Daniel.

"Ahhhhhh!..." he wailed as his balls kicked and a geyser of sperm shot into Monica's mouth like a fireball. That was quickly followed by four or five more searing spurts that erupted in feverish succession.

"Ahhhhh!....Naaaaa!...Godddd!...." Daniel cried, his balls hammering away in his groin as the come seared through his cock.

"Mmmm!....Umm Mmmm!..." Monica enthused as Daniel's orgasm overwhelmed him. She was a little surprised at how much come he had. As fast as she could swallow, she still couldn't keep up with the initial rush and some of the sticky goo was running down over her hand.

"Mmmmmm!..." she purred, now stroking Daniel's tool more slowly. She was working the come up from his balls with deliberate handstrokes, milking him for every drop that he had.

"Ahhhhh!...Ummm!...Mmmmm!..." Daniel moaned. He had somehow managed to exit the highway and then pulled off onto the edge of the road. He had no idea how he had done it. He couldn't concentrate on anything other than the devastating come that was wracking his loins. It felt like Monica was trying to drain him dry.

And that was exactly her intention. She was milking him slow but as she sensed his spasms were about to end, she frictioned him briskly two or three times with her tightly clenched fist and that regenerated another little flow as she knew it would.

"Unnnn!..." Daniel moaned, twitching all over. And then, just as he was about done, Monica stroked him hard and fast again.

"Noooo!..." he gasped, as his balls gave another aching lurch that did expel a small trickle of sperm.

"Mmmmm!..." Monica purred, lapping that up and then jerking him roughly again.

"Don'ttt!..." Daniel winced, but this time nothing came out of his gaping pee slit but a couple of bubbles.

"Mmmm Hmmm!...." Monica purred, luxuriously lapping at Daniel's knob to gather up any stray come she might have missed. Then she pulled herself up from his lap and turned to face him. She held his still upright cock in one hand while she checked the corners of her mouth with the fingertips of the other.

"Just wanted to make sure I got it all!..." she murmured giving his hard-on a playful squeeze.

"Ohhhh!...I guess you did!.." Daniel said in barely a whisper.

With great effort he flopped backwards against the seat and looked at Mrs. Mc Bride with wondering eyes. There was a sheen of perspiration glistening on the slopes of her breasts and her face was flushed. She looked wickedly disheveled.

"That was amazing!..." he croaked.

"Well aren't you sweet baby!...I'm glad you enjoyed it!..."

Monica just sat there watching him with amusement while Daniel struggled to collect himself. She kept stroking the root of his cock, slowly but firmly, jacking the blood into his tool and keeping him erect.

After a little while she said..."We should be getting going don't you think?..."

Daniel looked at her uncomprehendingly for a second and then said..."Sure..."

He put the car back in gear and pulled out back onto the street. They were only about five minutes away from the hotel.

Monica said to him in a smoldering voice..."I can keep you hard like this 'til we get back sweetheart and then you can fuck me as soon as we get in the door. Or I can give you a little break and then get you back up when we get there. What do you want Daniel?...

"Oh God Mrs. Mc Bride!..." In truth his nuts were starting to pain him considerably. He could really use a little rest. So he said..."Maybe just let's take it easy for a while. I'll be alright in just a bit...."

"Oh don't worry Daniel. I'll get you hard once we get back. That'll be the easy part!..." she said with an evil chuckle. And with that she stripped her fist all the way up his shaft, twisting it with a flourish around his knob as she released him.

"Unnnn!...." Daniel grimaced as an unwanted twinge of excitement jolted his over worked testicles. He struggled to get his greasy erection back in his pants. He kept his eyes on the road as he continued to drive. 

He could feel Monica's eyes on him as he drove and he glanced across at her.

She had pulled out her lipstick and was touching up her mouth. When she noticed Daniel looking at her, she pursed her gleaming lips at him in a mocking kiss and then slowly mouthed the words..." I'M GONNA' FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!"

"Ohhhhh!..." Daniel groaned, his cock twitching angrily and refusing to go down as Monica taunted him. 

As they neared the hotel, he looked in awe at the blonde temptress sitting next to him. He couldn't believe he was going back to a hotel room with his girl friend's mother. He was so excited and so nervous he couldn't imagine what he would do, what he would say when they got there. And then they pulled up at the hotel.

Daniel turned off the car and turned to Monica nervously.

"Well...We're here..." he said with a bashful smile.

"Don't worry sweetheart!...I'll still respect you in the morning!..." Monica said with wickedly sparkling eyes.

"Excuse me..." said Daniel.

"Nothing dear...Shall we go in?..." Monica purred.

"Oh sure!...Great!..." Daniel said, awkwardly stumbling out of the car and then racing around to open Monica's door.

As she got out of the car, Monica slyly reached down and gave Daniel's balls a warm squeeze. Pressing them up firmly into his groin in a lewd caress she whispered...

"Are you ready for me math whiz?... When I'm done with you, you won't be able to sit down for a week!...I promise!..." 



Attack of the Killer Tomatoes



It was stifling hot this morning even though the sun was just beginning to rise. I skipped breakfast threw on a pair of shorts (too hot for underwear) and went straight to work in my wonderful garden. I stood over the plants, sweat running down my face and tanned chest, soaking my shorts, looking, beaming with pride at the abundant fruits of my labor. Gardening had been a passion since I was a young boy and anyone could see I learned well as the gorgeous, ripe vegetables lay "picture perfect" amongst the green foliage. 

The thick cucumbers were perfectly straight, 8 or 9 inches long and a deep patterned green. The eggplants hung heavy in their dense purple coats. Leaf lettuce reached for the sky with its frilly silken leaves and soft, green hue. String beans by the bushel hung silent in their fuzzy little jackets almost touching some of the rich orange pumpkins underneath. I reached downed gently cupping a deep red tomato in my hand, relishing how heavy it felt. The fruit was beautiful and smooth. Droplets of morning condensation still clung to the firm skin. So soft and delicate. My mouth salivated as I marveled at the gorgeous food and how juicy and tangy it must be inside. I was so busy admiring my plants I did not notice the combination of heat and hunger combining to attack my body causing me to blackout, falling to the ground. 

I opened my eyes squinting from the sun hearing sounds of rustling leaves. I turned my head to look and the sounds stopped but I could see a slight movement of the tomato plants as they settled back to a motionless state. More rustling behind me as I pushed myself up to rest on my elbows. The tall stalks of green beans seemed to have moved as they partially slid down their stakes.

"Funny. There's no breeze." I thought as the sun continued to bake my body.

Rustling again only this time it was coming from between my legs. My jaw dropped and my body froze as I noticed two of my giant tomatoes wriggling underneath the bent over plants I had fallen on. It was like they were trying to get out from under the stalks and leaves.

"You could've killed us you know!" exclaimed a muffled female voice.

"Yah! Why don't you pay attention to what you're doing instead of pawing us like some pervert!" said another female voice.

Two tomatoes surfaced from under the greenery looking up at me quite annoyed as they brushed the dirt from their firm red flesh. They looked at me with deep gorgeous eyes like you see on high-priced models. One still had here stem on top that seemed to lay in a most flattering way like it was styled. The other tomato lost her stem but she was so symmetrically shaped on top that she was perfect with out it.

Was I really looking at fruit thinking of their attributes or was I dreaming? 

I must be dreaming. Pinch, ouch, nope, not dreaming.

"Well what do you think? Aren't we a couple a gorgeous tomatoes or what?" "My name is Gina and this Ruby." said the tomato now known as Gina.

"Ah...OK, Gina, ah and Ruby" I stammered. 

"Hey Ruby, do you see what I see? Tee hee."

"Yah! I sure do. Nice view down here." Ruby replied. It was then that I heard muffled chuckles coming from elsewhere in the garden. Like a bunch of giggling school children.

I leaned up to see what these animated fruits were looking at and was amazed to see them both staring up my shorts. Remember I hadn't put on underwear this morning leaving my privates free for anyone to see, if they looked up my pant leg.

Giving each other knowing glances, Gina licked her cute red lips with a resounding purr, "Mmmmm." Ruby licked her lips.

So here I am, laying in my garden and not only am I seeing live, talking tomatoes with sexy, sultry voices but they are becoming aroused while eyeing up my junk. 

As they freed themselves from the plant branches, I took the opportunity to study them. Gina was a slender sleek Roma that seemed exceptionally long with a firm ripe body that was taut and complimented by her, or its, long slender runway legs. Her lips were full and luscious, with a slight, sexy pout and her eyes soft as a doe's eyes.

Ruby, on the other hand, was a robust Big Boy, stout and firm. Filled out, bold and brassy. You knew she'd flood your mouth with juice if you were to take bit of her. Her long, heavy lashes hung out over her lidded bedroom eyes looking like she had spent hours preparing them. Her short legs seemed too small to support her body but the sexy curvature of her well-muscled thighs and calves made up for any lack of length. Her calves were to die for. She was a flaming red bombshell.

Being so enthralled in the moment I didn't notice that other "veggies" had moved in around us. A few cucumbers, green beans, squash and heads of leaf lettuce began to form an audience as if a show was starting soon. Little did I know, I was about to be the main attraction.

I watched, intrigued as Gina and Ruby started to climb onto my ankles using my shoe laces as climbing rope. With one on each leg they sacheted along walking like Bridgette Bardo and Mae West working a crowd of horny men for cheers and whistles. Strutting and wriggling they moved over my knees, the other vegetables cheering them on with wolf calls and shouts of adoration.

Maybe my sun-induced state was taking its affect on my brain but I found this burlesque show a bit stimulating even though it was fruit doing the dancing. All that firm red flesh flaunting around, they even had cute shaped butt cheeks at their bottoms and as they moved closer I noticed what looked like female parts between their legs. 

Wow, I know I'm dreaming or hallucinating or something. Seeing walking talking vegetables was one thing but sexy tomatoes with vaginas was another. My cock twitched at the thought.

I looked again to make sure and definitely saw a cleft between both of their thighs, Ruby displaying a bit more labia than the norm. Her lips dangled from her mons, clearly seen when she bent over to wriggle her cute derriere.

The "girls" stopped at the bottom of my shorts and paused as the cheers silenced. Each held up a hand and covered their lips as if to say "oh my!" in response to the site of my stiffening member underneath. A slight tent had pitched pushing up and open the legs of my shorts even more than before. The girls took a peek inside giggling as they climbed inside quick look. Their little feet padded across my thighs, their body shapes protruding through the fabric over them.

Ruby commented on the better view she had as my pole shifted to the right and down the tunnel of that leg. Gina came back out of her side and giving me a devilish grin and proceeded up my thigh and to my groin stopping near my zipper. 

"Now Ruby, I think this poor man has suffered in the heat long enough. We need to get him aired out if you know what I mean." exclaimed Gina.

With that said she grasped my zipper tab and pulled with all her might but it stalled as she did not have enough strength or momentum. She turned around and bent over to push exposing her lovely cupped cheeks, and again, her excited labia protruding ever so slightly from between her thighs.

"Come on Gina! What are you doin'? Let him do it if he wants to. How 'bout it big boy, ever had a three way with a couple a hott tomatas?" Ruby asked.

"Well no, I haven't ah hell, I've never had a three way period let alone sex with a tomato. Hey! This is getting too weird! My wife, I'm married. What am I saying? This is fruit for goodness sake. Wouldn't that be illegal or something? There's no physical way. What the...? I need to go." I started to get up.

That was when the whole garden came alive. Vines and stalks and vegetables, they all ganged up on me pinning me to the ground leaving me to stare at the hot sun. The slippery vines drew my ankles up to my butt cheeks leaving my bottom exposed and vulnerable. I was helpless, lying there with half an erection and two sexy, horny tomatoes trying to have their way with me in the middle of my garden.

"Here's a pillow for you so you can see the show." said a yellow squash in a manly voice as he and another rolled a head of iceburg lettuce under my head.

"But you really shouldn't do this." I said, "It seems so wrong."

"Your cock says otherwise big guy" replied Ruby and the other veggies chuckled and sneered.

Gina broke in "Just lay back and enjoy yourself, honey. We only get to do this once in our lifetimes. Let us show you a good time by letting us have a good time. There are lots of us girls that need a "big" strong cock to fill the void between our legs that an average size just can't itch. We'll make you feel real good. Even though this is our first time we are genetically engineered to 'produce' remember?"

"Just tell him the way it is Gina! We are built to fuck!" said Ruby. "You've altered our seeds to produce more and bigger and better and in turn our sex drives have become ravenous. Never thought about that in your research have you? We can't wait to get a hold of one of you humans and stuff ourselves full of red hot cock 'til we choke on semen. We are insatiable, lying in wait for the right time to gorge ourselves on gigantic, human cock. Oh yah! We love it, we can take it. We can make you cum like you never have." she stated as she salivated almost to the point of dribbling on her chin. 

My cock spasmed as the filthy words flew out of her slutty mouth like she was going to froth at any moment.

"Why Ruby! You are a horny little tramp today aren't we? All this heat's gettin' that sweet bottom of yours all worked up."

"Damned straight Gina! I want me some of this man cock right now" tugging at my zipper. "I wanna feel it throb in my pussy, I wanna see him cum!"

My erection was quite stiff after all this dirty talk that my zipper was now going up hill for the little tomato.

"I will unzip it if you loosen my arm." I said.

The cucumber vines loosened their grip, leaving a white, creamy substance behind on my skin. "Excited cucumbers?" I asked myself.

I unbuttoned and unzipped, the vines taking over from there pulling my shorts to my ankles.

The tomatoes, and the other veggies as well, oohed and ahhed as my dick sprung free nearly knocking Ruby up my belly. My body was covered with glistening sweat as Gina and Ruby stepped forward rubbing the shaft of my glans with their hands. Clear precum oozed from my tip which Gina placed a finger upon it and then to her lips, tasting me for the first time. 

"Mmmm, that is so salty and tasty I can't wait to get to the real thing."

"It sure is tasty. Do you mind if I lick you awhile?" Ruby asked.

"Ahh sure, I guess not. You pretty much can do what you want seeing as how I don't think I'll be going anywhere."

The other veggies snickered as they watched Gina and Ruby handle my erection with a heated fervor. I didn't know if they all were waiting for their turn or if they were only allowed to watch but they seemed content to look on. I noticed some of the veggies must have been "male" as their tiny penises stood erect in front of them. They seemed to start to pair up with other female veggies in perhaps a huge vegetable orgy...

"Holy shit what am I thinking. Slutty tomatoes, veggie orgies, cumming vines." My head was reeling, trying to convince myself this was OK; that I could let myself go and enjoy it. That I wasn't really cheating on my wife since I was about to do it with, vegetables?

But my blood was pumping ever so fast into my manhood as the two tomatoes, Gina and Ruby, worked on the shaft with their hands and mouths displacing all my thoughts except the simple pleasures of sex. Their little tongues licked away leaving my skin wet and shiny in the sunlight. Gina was tall enough that she could lick cock head, probing my hole, lapping away my precum. Moaning and writhing, Ruby was dry humping my cock working her, I suppose, erect clit against me.(Do tomatoes have a clit?) Her excited sex drooling juices as it slid back and forth across my cock as it lay parallel with my body. Both "girls" traded places, Gina climbing on as Ruby hung on in a 'headlock'. Their weight held my penis down so Ruby could reach the tip. She moaned louder and deeper uttering uncomprehensible statements, touching my red-purple knob for the first time, her hands rubbing and spreading my fluid all over the top. 

The sensations were beginning to mount as my body relaxed and lust replaced my fear and disbelief of the whole situation. My cock spasmed as the sensations mounted from their hands and tongues that ran all over my flesh. They left nothing untouched even taking turns rubbing my ball sack, trying to lift one to feel the weight, thrilling at the thought that I would eventually orgasm, emptying them in the process.

Their little asses swayed and moved with every step they took around my body. Their sweet, sexy eyes closing with the inner waves of passion coursing through them as they diligently worked on my dick. Their sexes engorged, juices coating their inner thighs in anticipation of sliding their hot boxes down over my cock. How could that work though?

"Ah ladies? This is really wonderful and all but how will we have sex, or won't we?" I asked.

"Honey, you just let us work up this thick, warm cock of yours and we will do the rest." says Ruby, "We have 'certain abilities' that come in quite handy. Don't you worry Honey. We'll work that big cock of yours right nice between our thighs. Mmm mmm!"

Gina continued to tug and pull and lick and Ruby joined back in. Their kitty-licks felt too good to be true and I closed my eyes as the familiar feeling started to build deep in my groin.

The girls positioned my drooling cock for Ruby who opened her tiny mouth to suck the very tip. To my amazement her lips began to stretch unbelievably large as more and more of my cock head disappeared into her wet orifice. Her red lips slid over the top of my glans taking about an inch as she triumphantly moaned. It felt so good entering her warm, wet mouth. Her lips stretch tight like gum bands caressing my skin while her little tongue danced on the underside.

Gina held on to my dick and Ruby helping to steady both my twitching cock responding to the wonderful sensations as a mixture of juices escaped Ruby's mouth sliding down the shaft.

"I'm going to cum soon just to let you know." warning them both.

Ruby exhaled heavily through her nose being that her mouth was full and closed her eyes. Gina slid her slender body against my shaft wetting herself causing her own juices to flow. Her clit and pussy inflamed and also on the edge, she climbed on top of my cock using her weight to keep it at an angle for Ruby who continued her oral assault. 

My head was spinning from the heat, the pleasure, the whole surreal situation. I turned my head to see all the other veggies engaged in various stages of wanton sex from cunnilingus to greek to DP's. Little penises pumping various colors of vaginas, some wet with juice others lubricated with cream. Semen-like fluids oozed from the vines and plants that were just as excited as the rest of the garden inhabitants. Some finding their way into any nearby opening. The "male" veggies didn't bat an eye as the vines entered some of their backsides. Some vines joined the male veggies in the same openings of the adjoined females.

There was fucking and cumming and juices and sex just everywhere in that little garden and I was in the middle getting my bloated dick sucked my a sexy, juicy tomato while another equally sexy tomato slid her red pussy up and down my shaft.

I knew I couldn't hold back any longer when I felt something pushing against my bottom. I tensed as it wriggled as if trying to enter my anus. My girls, without missing a beat, informed me that it was OK that it was just Tawny the grown-to-perfection straight 8 cucumber . It was OK because it was a she and she knew that I would enjoy having my prostate massaged while the girls got me off.

The slippery vines moved in and gently pried open my ass cheeks lubricating my hole with there secretions allowing Tawny to slowly slide right in. The sensation was wonderful as she entered my backside and my cock stiffened even more standing it upright lifting Ruby with it. She held on like a trooper along with Gina who was anointing my cock and balls with a particularly propulsive orgasm at the moment.

Gina slid down from my cock and lay nestled between it and my sack as Ruby gorged herself on my cock. With the grace of a gymnastic style move, she swung herself up onto the top of my cock, allowing her weight and gravity to pull her gaping pussy down over. Impaling herself onto my dick she too began to orgasm coating my already soaked flesh with even more female juices. Her large pussy lips clung to my member like a tight fitting silk glove.

It was heaven.

Tawny continued to work herself inside my anal opening encouraging me to climax like none I've felt before. Which I did!

Thick white jets of molten cum erupted from the end of my cock filling Ruby's salivating pussy until the volume and pressure pushed her off the top. I continued to shoot ropes of cum as the other veggies stopped to cheer me on. My sperm flew through the air landing indescriminantly. Ruby clung to my jerking cock but it was so wet she slid to the base where Gina knelt watching my fountain enthralled like watching fireworks. Heavy drops of semen landed and slid down both "ladies" as they leaned forward cleaning the white fluid from each other's brilliant red skin. The contrasting colors was amazing.

With my cock still dribbling the last of its climax and beginning to soften, Gina took advantage of the situation back herself onto my semi-erect head. She had second thoughts about my deflating cock when I heard,

"What the hell! What the hell are you doing?" my wife screamed as she stood over me.

"I come down here wondering who you are talking to and find you with a cucumber up your ass shoving your dick into a tomato?? I want a divorce you sick pervert!"

"...but Honey. I can explain..."



Attack of the Tentacle Monster!



My name is Jennifer Roxy. It was afternoon as I was traveling down the barren Interstate when a blinding light exploded from the sky and knocked my car off the main highway and into a forest. 

I sat there in shock for a moment before I began taking inventory of each part of my body to make sure nothing was broken or injured. Once I was sure I had survived the crash I got out of the car to see what happened.

I heard a loud whoosh as my eyes followed the crash site. First I thought a plane had crashed, but I've seen enough Sci-fi movies to know this was a meteorite. There was tremendous steam shooting out of the rock as I approached it. Yes, I know, you're all thinking: "Why approach it? If you've really seen enough Sci-fi movies then you know how something like this plays out!"

Okay, okay, what can I say? I have always been an amateur science-nerd. I couldn't help but see it up close.

As I approached I knew I had made a terrible mistake. The meteor had already split open and something had oozed its way out of it. When I turned back to see how far I had walked I had a feeling that the thing had already made its way behind me and now was hiding somewhere between my car and me.

I had made a classic mistake—one only a fool would make—and yet, I couldn't help it; my curiosity had overridden my common sense.

I was standing motionless in a field that had been made by the impact of a space rock about 50 yards away from the desolate highway in the middle of the day and there was a creature from outer space stalking me!

My view was blocked by nothing and although it looked like I was safe my instincts told me otherwise. I could sense there was something in front of me and I couldn't see it.

Is it invisible? I thought.

A terrible GROWL answered my question.

Yup. And it's right here!

The creature materialized in front of me—it was a big green slick blob that pulsated and gyrated from under an exterior that looked like a gel insert for your shoe. It was shaped similar to a large octopus, but different. It was clearly not a happy polite E.T., but an All Business Critter from Another Universe and the purpose of its business filled me with dread. 

In the distance I heard a car pull off the highway and someone got out. 

They must have seen the crash too and they can help me! I thought. 

I screamed. I screamed louder than I ever have in my entire life. I began running toward the road, but I was immediately knocked to the ground when slimy tentacles shot out from the beast and grabbed my legs. The feelers lifted me against a tree as other tentacles pushed out from the blob and began inspecting my body. They felt up my legs and then between them sending a ripple of fire through my soul like I have never felt before. They slid all over me over my breasts, across my throat, face, and lips—the taste of the slime wasn't as bad as I had expected, but it wasn't great either. 

The tentacles had begun to pull my shirt apart and worked the zipper of my jeans down and I suddenly realized what was about to happen—I was going to be raped by a slime freak from across the stars!

I struggled and screamed like a mad woman. There was no chance of escape. I knew my fate was simply to lie here and take it—there was no way to overpower this devil. It began tearing my clothing as I heard someone running toward me.

At this point I have to be perfectly honest—for history's sake. Although I am in no way interested in S&M, or submissive or weird dominant sex stuff, I was, in truth, kind of aroused at the idea of being taken like this. I know it's crazy, and I don't know if I was under some Stockholm Effect, or if the clear goo emanating from the tentacles were some kind of aphrodisiac, but I was suddenly horny as all Hell and I honestly wanted to be overpowered! I know I am betraying all women everywhere by saying that but it IS how I felt.

I am embarrassed to admit that but I'd be lying if I said otherwise.

Anyway, just as I had become resigned to my fate, the bushes in front of me parted and I saw a man standing there. A ruggedly beautiful man—the absolute epitome of the strong stalwart hero who has come to save his damsel in distress. He looked me over and I felt his eyes surveying not only the situation, but also the fact that I was bound and covered only in tattered rags. I wanted to say something, to plead with him to save me, but words escaped me. We caught each other's expressions and his clearly said, " I will save you my Princess, no matter the cost!"

Okay, I doubt he spoke like that, but that is what my terrified mind imagined.

My imagination must have been pretty accurate because before another second had passed he dove forward right onto the blob and began punching it. The blob had screeched and the tentacles that had been pulling my clothes off released me and grabbed him. I was still being held against the tree and I was unable to move, but my hero had at least deflected the attention from me and onto himself.

He fought valiantly against the monster even though more and more tentacles seemed to shoot out of the body of the beast and wrap themselves around him. 

All I could think of were the old Tarzan movies when Jane had stumbled upon a dangerous animal and it was up to Tarzan to fight the beast off. The scene before me was right out of the cover of a comic book.

The tentacles had wrapped around his throat and were choking him; they were wrapped around his waist holding him just off the ground and they enveloped his wrists and ankles. He was losing and I began to realize that he was not so much a rugged man as he was a very good-looking boy on the verge of manhood. 

He had to be about 20-21 years old—about my age. He seemed older at first because he had the look of strength and purpose, a look of maturity and masculinity. But now that he was losing the battle he looked more like who he was—a concerned citizen, an every-day Joe thrown into an incredible circumstance, a frightened hero whose strong sense of right and wrong could overcome his innocence and youth.

In short, he was kind of hot!

The monster now had him completely and utterly. He was beaten and he knew it. He didn't stop struggling or give up at all, but the inevitable had arrived. He was lifted up off the ground by the tentacles. His arms and legs were spread apart like the Vitruvian Man and we both came to the same conclusion that I had come to just before he arrived. 

The beast was now interested in this new specimen!

It tore his shirt to shreds and exposed his bare chest and stomach. His shoes and socks were pulled off and soon new tentacles were sliding up and under the cuffs of his jeans. The seams of his pants were splitting apart as his zipper was pulled down and the front of his jeans were pealed open exposing a nice bulge underneath his white boxer briefs. 

I have to say, as much shock as I was in I had for the moment forgotten the peril we both faced and I began rooting for the monster to strip this perfect specimen of manliness nude and expose his naked body to me!

At this point I realize I was not behaving normally or rationally. Something in me had changed, I don't know if it was the shock of the circumstances or the goo that had secreted itself onto my skin, but I really burned with unhindered desire.

The tentacles worked their way farther up his pants until the denim of his jeans exploded under the strain. He was left in his tight white boxer briefs. The abs on his stomach heaved in and out as he struggled to release himself. His muscles swelled; the veins in his throat protruded when his head flew back as he strained against the clutches of this vile abductor. 

The fiend's extremities wrapped themselves around my hero's underwear and my excitement grew uncontrollably (I am so embarrassed about that).

My eyes found their way down to the bulge of his underwear just as it was stripped from his body. His penis and balls fell out as the fabric was torn away. He ceased to struggle long enough to look down at his own nakedness and then back to me in shear horror! I wondered how he could feel ashamed or embarrassed under the circumstances, but he seemed genuinely humiliated. 

Take my word for it—he had NOTHING to be ashamed of! 

He hung before me completely nude in the bright sunlight—arms stretched out, legs parted, penis dangling, testicles swaying with every slight movement. His body was amazing! He wasn't very muscular, but he wasn't lanky either; the muscles were there and they were straining against the power of his captor. His skin was perfect, his eyes deep and soulful, his hair mussed in front of his face, his veins and muscles exerting under that perfect skin. 

He was the perfect man. The one I have been waiting for my whole life and this is how I find him?

The tentacles began seeping out a clear viscous fluid all over his body. I watched as the goo dripped over his shoulders, past his strong chest, down his belly and coating his dick. 

At this point I really started to notice how beautiful his dick was. I have never been much for the penis. Its function is necessary, but I never really saw any true beauty there. This one, however, intrigued me. It was smooth and thick, and those balls! Something about his balls fascinated me. They were fairly large and hanging low with a lot of skin around them. One tentacle rubbed around his genitals and I watched mesmerized, as the walnuts in his sack seemed to roll around under his skin. 

He was exquisite.

I am mortified to admit that I wished I could feel the testicles that those tentacles were feeling. They explored his body with no fear, no shame, and no reluctance. They rubbed and fondled every part of his nude body. His naked body writhed and undulated under the massage (for the lack of a better word) he was receiving. His eyes locked on mine and I believe he felt the same—wishing it were I who was violating his bare body instead of this creature.

At this point I have to say that I felt a strange understanding with this odd being and I felt that it wasn't trying to hurt us as it was trying to understand how we worked, how we felt and it was trying to feel what we were feeling. I know that is a pretty big leap of faith to guess, but it just FELT that way—I can't explain it any better.

Anyway, back to my guy: I think the goo was having an effect on him because his penis began to grow. In no time at all I watched as his dick inflated with every beat of his heart (by the way, his heart was pounding!) Again every muscle in his body flexed as his dick grew to its apex. He looked up at me again with an untamed lust in his eyes. The blob moved him closer to me and I examined my naked Prince as he floated in bondage before me. 

I think that was the moment I fell in love with him. 

It was also the moment when the stakes were raised to an uncomfortable level!

His legs were slowly spread apart and a slimy thin tentacle slipped up his leg and then between them. Both our eyes were drawn to this new tentacle as it cupped his balls, lifting each testicle one at a time then it moved behind them. He looked back at me as if he realized what was about to happen before I did and he was horrified. 

The small thin tentacle gently pushed its way up into his ass! You think he was embarrassed before—being overpowered, stripped naked, covered in goo, and getting a throbbing erection before a woman he had never met before while having his balls worked over? Well now the final insult had come—a slimy alien space monster was now penetrating his asshole! 

Sorry for the vulgarity, but there's no other way to say it. 

I felt so bad for him; he was being violated in the worst way a man can be. This was the equivalent of myself being raped by this organism. He basically took my place and was taking everything that would have happened to me. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, that I was grateful, and that I loved him, and he has nothing to be ashamed of. His eyes were shut in horror for the most part, but every now and then they would open and reveal a puppy dog look that made me want to yell at the beast to release him and take me instead. 

I was overwhelmed with guilt—this guy was literally taking it in the ass for me!

Then something happened.

I began to recognize it wasn't pain he was feeling, or shame, or horror—it was ecstasy. The space alien was not raping him it was massaging his prostate. 

I have heard that a man can achieve a stronger orgasm if his prostate is massaged. I have no idea if this is true, but it seemed what the alien blob was doing to his inner bunghole was having an incredible effect on his prostate—probably covering it with that horny-making goo and causing him to feel a sensation like no man has ever conceived! 

I looked at the head of his cock and noticed it swelled even further, even more than it looked like is was possible to do. He grunted in pleasure and squirmed with incredible sexiness. 

The blob seemed to take notice of my interest in him and it began rotating him around in slow circles like a car in a showroom. I finally saw his incredible shiny wet bubble-butt! 

My Lord what an ass this guy had on him!

The butt-poking tentacle slipped out and he seemed relieved as if he couldn't take another second of that gratification.

When he faced me again he seemed on the verge of tears—but good tears as if his human body couldn't possibly handle anymore pleasure. That's when the beast pulled me from the tree closer to my Hero's naked body. I could smell his sweat and almost taste him. The beast lifted him higher so his hard throbbing cock was right at my face level. It loosened on of my arms and I instinctively cupped his balls in my hand. They were warm and soft, his body tensed up as I groped his testicles in my hand. Then I released him. I reached forward with my index and middle finger and carefully slid them up the shaft of his swollen sex organ. He contorted in a pleasure/pain. 

I wanted to feel what he felt and the creature knew it. He knew it. I knew it. 

I looked into my Hero's eyes and saw how his entire nude body was shivering with desire. The creature lowered him again to face me and we both extended ourselves as much as possible in an attempted kiss, but we were unable to reach.

The creature pulled him back and now it was his turn to watch. I knew I was up at bat, so to speak, and I was scared but excited. The tentacles made no short work of my already torn clothing. My shirt was torn open and my naked breasts exposed. His eyes went right to them. 

Guys! They love those boobies!

Tentacles slid all over my bare nipples and dripped their warm goo across my naked flesh. The sensation of that warm slime absorbing into my skin was indescribable. It was as if every little nerve ending in my entire body had been supercharged and could be affected by even the slightest breeze. I couldn't imagine what would happen when the tentacles slid lower on my body. But I was about to find out. 

The tentacles pulled my jeans and panties down and I was completely exposed to my soon-to-be lover for the first time. I had no shame, no embarrassment, no fear, only an uncontrollable lust burning through my loins.

Tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrist again and displayed my naked physique as the Vitruvian Woman to my Vitruvian Man.

My legs were spread further apart and I knew what to expect next. He looked into my eyes and I was instantly reassured that this would be amazing.

But something else happened instead. The creature brought us both together and my lover's penis was carefully and slowly slipped into me. 

Oh the warmth of that magnificent cock!

Neither of us was in control of our bodies, so we didn't have what you would call traditional sex (although, now that I just said that I can't think of a more stupid statement—obviously this was not traditional sex!) His penis was inside my body, but there wasn't any thrusting, or humping.

We hung there a foot off the ground looking into each other's eyes. We both leaned in to kiss each other and just as out lips grazed one another's we were both anally invaded! Like a gunshot of hot shocking bliss our bodies froze in tormented erotic delight. Swells of undulating orgasms shot through both of our nude figures and we both screamed out in rapturous exultation for a length of time I cannot comprehend.

We must have been quite a sight; two hot naked people covered in slime, suspended a foot off the ground by outer space tentacles, screaming out in orgasmic glee, attached at the genitals, while slippery prehensile appendages invaded our assholes!

That's something you don't see everyday. And I pity you for it, because the sensation is inexplicable!

When I thought we both might die from an overabundance of sensuality my Lover busted his nut—as it were—and his dick exploded with sperm covering my insides with his warm seed.

The tentacles released us and we fell back onto the ground, out of breath, exhausted, and weak. The blob made a low sighing sound and shriveled into dust, blowing away with the afternoon breeze.

My body was pouring with sweat and I was trying to slow my breathing and heart rate.

My Prince managed to crawl his naked body over to mine, even though every muscle in his entire body must have been screaming in agony. He spooned his cold bare skin up against mine as I rolled to lie on my back and face the sky. 

I looked over at him and his eyes went right to my boobs.

Guys!

He smiled at me then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. The softest, warmest, and most heartfelt kiss I had ever received. 

Our lips separated and I smiled back at him.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I replied.

We lay there in the warm sunlight naked and wet looking into each other without saying another word. His hand found its way to my boob and he softly caressed his thumb over my hardening nipple. I felt his penis begin to become erect again. The feel of that warm smooth staff engorging itself against my thigh caused butterflies to fill my lower regions.

He moved in and kissed me again, this time harder and more lustfully.

We fucked again, this time our own way.

I wish I could say it more poetically, but we didn't make love, we didn't fulfill ours desires, or procreate—we FUCKED!

We fucked like wanton animals.

Later I found out his name was Joe.

I like that name.

Thanks for listening.



Attacked



Her sleep disrupted by the pull upon her limbs, wrenching her from the dreams of him, still held in darkness. All she hears is heavy breathing and the pounding of her heart. She does not know if it is her own, or that of her assailant. No words are spoken as she fights blindly against the confines of His hold. The sharp clink of metal slapped upon her wrists, spreading her arms painfully wide. Her legs, pinned under him. She tries to find her voice, trying to scream, she parts lips wide. 

How he can see in the dark she does not know, but a ball gag is shoved between them. Cutting off all hope but short whimpers... trying to breathe only as her heart races. One calloused hands runs rough down left thigh, slapping on a cuff painfully. She is racing through mad thoughts as the second cuff falls to right ankle, effectively spreading her upon a bar. She is helpless, but still she fights it none the less. Her body moving in the small offerings of her confine. She feels His rough hands ripping away the fabric of her sleeping gown, laying her bare to jim. A hood is placed over her head, before she hears the click of the light switch. 

The bed groans as he climbs back upon it... sharp slaps raining upon tender flesh that has never known such treatment. Panic reigns in her mind. Blood rushing from each spot that his hand punishes. The torture of his touches continues harsher with each touch... pinching painfully upon tender skin... nipples pulled and twisted... His hand continues lower, snaking between splayed thighs... slapping harshly at her clit. Four fingers plunge deep into her cunt, painfully stroking as he leans closer... whispering harshly...'you whore, you want this don't you, you were begging to be fucked like the dirty lil cum sucking bitch you are, weren't you..." slap, slap, slap against her thigh...his fingers still punishing as hand is pulled free, slamming deeply within her his fist, working hand further and further. His other hand still punishing upon her breasts, she knows that bruises will abound upon her flesh in the morning... 

For some reason, even before she knows it, her pleas for and end to this torture, an escape... turn to pleas for release at a whole new level. Begging him to not stop... not that he could understand the words around the girth of the ball gag; but her body betrays this wantonness. Her hips reaching up to meet the ravaging strokes of his fist within sopping cunt. 

She hears his voice again, torturing with his knowledge of her flesh, 'that's it you lil whore... just ready to be fucked harder and longer, begging to be treated like the slut that you can only dream of being... cum for me whore... NOW... cum for me like the dirty lil bitch you are." Feeling the release of her fluids racing along his forearm, still moving within her. Knowing well that she is at his mercy. 

He pulls his fist from her cunt, reaching to remove the ball gag from her mouth... His arm held before her lips. "Clean it, bitch." A shocked whimper escapes her, the first sound unhindered from her, as her tongue dutifully reaches out lapping at his flesh, cleaning the taste of her from his skin.

Still held control in iron, he offers the engorged head of His cock to her open mouth. Knowing she will not resist, he shoves it deeply into her – filling her mouth completely. His strokes rough and purposefully in her warm mouth – using her solely for his pleasure now... each drive deeper, holding full to the hilt, as she squirms under him, deprived of breath, moans growled from deep within, pulling back only slightly as his load is shot against her throat, pulling back further as He milks the last of his seed in spurts upon her face. His finger reaching to gather at bit of the white cream; tracing his name across ample chest.

"I knew you would soon be pushed beyond those walls you try to hide behind, slut... you will not easily raise them again, not to me, ever again. Do you understand, bitch?" He demands of her. Small whispers of breath acknowledge her obedience.

The hood left upon her face, he unshackles her from the bed, pulling her to unsteady feet, and dragging her through the house, grabs her keys from the counter. She can tell they are moving to the garage, fear builds within her. She knows she is helpless; and at his mercy. She crawls across the seat, with one loud resounding smack to her exposed ass. She feels totally exposed, unknowing what is to happen, knowing that she is completely naked and helpless, she begs... 'please, please let me put on clothes, something, please?' Her soft pleas met with a sudden grasp to her chin, pulling her blind gaze to him, she can feel heated breath through the cloth. A harshness sends a shiver rushing down her spine, "if I wanted you to have clothes, I would have put them on you, slut. Now, be quiet until I say you may speak."

The long drive leaves her mind racing, lost in the many twists and turns. She didn't know, even when they stopped finally as to where they were. All she can hear is the soft throbbing of music when he opens the door, leading her along with a strong grasp to red tresses. She tries to stifle the fear rising, the soft whimpers as they enter the building. The heat of it a caress on the gooseflesh of her creamy skin.

Finally, the hood is removed from her... deep blue eyes wide as she adjusts to the room... trying vainly to take in all that is around her... the myriad of people first. All of them engaged in activities that range from wild to perverse within her realm of thoughts. The array of toys beyond her ability to even guess how they are all to be used.

She is not allowed to linger long in thought, dragged forward, she moves to his command naturally. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she should rebel, should fight against this thing that seems to be engulfing her spirit; but, she knows not how. She knows she will continue as long as he is near. The one that seems to know her better than she knows herself. 

Suddenly, he stops, turning to her... her first look at him since the beginning of this night. Her soft mouth opening wide, shocked by the face that greets her. He just gives that smug smirk of his, and turning pulls her along.

Pushing her to her knees at his feet, he pauses to discuss something with the proprietor, there voices lost to her as she digests this piece of knowledge. Finally, it seems the bargain has been struck, she is wrenched from the floor, following him obediently as they enter the largest room she has seen, a few other patrons scattered about on large pillows and lounges.

He sits upon a lounge, halfway across the room. Pulling her close, his lips punishing upon her rape-ravaged lips. His tongue fucking her as his cock did not that long ago. As he feels the weakness in her knees, she can hear the chuckle in his deep rumbled voice, pushing her away. He thinks a moment, and commands her, "see that man over there, slut?" He waits for her nod before continuing, "since you are such a little bitch in heat tonight, go, take care of his needs, whore, Now." 

For a moment she hesitates, and then, knowing she is lost... and begins crawling from him, some apprehension in the shock of such a command, shaking her for a moment, as mind races... wonderingly as to what she shall do, and how... none of this confusion hopefully visible to him, as she only wishes to please him...so lost in the hold he has so suddenly taken from her.