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Don't!

By: BleedingHearts



Christina re-applied her lipstick for the third time that night. She wanted to look extra sexy. Her long, auburn hair was curled to perfection, her mini skirt hugged her ass in a way that left little to the imagination, and her cropped mid-drift top was accentuating her perky C-cups. She was ready for anything.

She stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall. The frat party was in full swing by now and half of the guests were drunk enough to forget their names. Christina went to look for her friend Theresa but found her nowhere in sight. As she rounded the corner she almost bumped straight into someone.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." Said the stranger. He was tall, about six foot, with beep blue eyes and white blonde hair. Christina wouldn't be surprised if he had just stepped out of photo shoot. She put on her flirtiest smile.

"Not a problem, I'm Christina." 

"Devon," He responded.

"Do you want to go somewhere and talk? I can barely hear myself think down here." She said giggling. He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. They sat on the bed and began to talk.

She talked about small things like the weather and her major while all the time he listened to her. Staring intently at her with his caring eyes. 'wow,' she thought, 'he is so thoughtful!' And she continued to talk for what seemed like hours before her reached over and kissed her.

When he pulled away Christina backed away. "Listen, I like you and all, but I don't hook up at parties." She started to leave but Devon grabbed her by the waist and whispered,

"Not even just this once?" He kissed her neck and held her tightly to him as she struggled to get away.

"No, now let go of me." She said. He pinned her to the door and covered her mouth with his calloused hand.

"Shhh. Don't worry, I'll take care of you tonight.' He reached past her and locked the door. Christina started to panic. She began to thrash around wildly trying to escape his grasp, but he was too strong and held her in place as she started to pull down her top.

Devon took a second to revel in the fact that she didn't wear a bra to the party and teased her nipples with his fingers. He pinched and flicked them till they stood erect before taking her entire breast in his hand and kneading her right tit. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She scrambled for a second but soon he had caught her again and was holding her down. He positioned her before finally reaching over and grabbing the two pieces of rope he had placed in the room earlier and started tying her wrists to the bed posts.

"No, No, No! Let me go!"Christina pleaded with him. Instead of answering he finished tying and stepped back to look at her lying on the bed. He smiled to himself and removed his shirt. Christina couldn't help but notice his hot six pack and muscular frame as she pulled at her restraints. Next thing she knew, a piece of duct tape was placed over her mouth.

"That's in case you scream to loud when you want more." Devon said smiling at her and winking. 

He started to remove her skirt. Taking great care to unbutton and unzip the small bit of denim, and sliding it slowly down her slim legs. Reveled now was a pair of frilly, red panties, but instead of removing the panties, Devon began to slip down Christina's top down the length of her body from where it rested below her full, succulent breasts.

Christina whimpered as she thought about how she was practically naked in front of this stranger. Devon, on the other hand, was ready to begin. He got onto the bed and lowered his mouth to her erect nipples. She flinched but he kept her down as her sucked, licked, and ravished her tities. After a few minutes, his hand traveled down her body and found her pussy. He rubbed the thin fabric of her panties and enjoyed the feeling of her resisting. He moved and kneeled by the edge of the bed. 

Christina's legs kicked furiously as she knew what was to happen soon, but could break free from her restraints. Devon pulled the thin fabric aside and saw her pussy was dripping wet and her lips were puffy and waiting. He started to lick her clit and felt as her legs stopped kicking immediately and she sighed with pleasure. With that moment he could not control himself anymore. He removed his pant and released his huge cock from his pants. Christina's eyes grew wide and she shook her head, but it was too late.

Devon slid his cock inside of her and both of them sighed in ecstasy. He started to slowly pump in and out of her pussy, but soon increased in tempo until he was slamming her pussy so hard and fast that Christina moaned and wrapped her legs around him. Just as he felt her about to orgasm he pulled out of her and reached to pull off the duct tape.

"You ready to behave?" he asked. Christina nodded. He untied her. "Good, now get on your hands and knees." She obeyed without second thought. He licked her pussy once before going to her tight looking asshole. He spit and licked the little hole until her heard her moan once or twice before shoving his huge cock into her ass. She gasped in surprise as he began to thrust faster and faster into her.

"Oh god!" She moaned.

"Say you want more, that you don't want me to stop." Devon said.

"Please don't stop!" She cried. He thrust deeper and faster into her ass. "Oh god, keep going!" He slid back into her pussy and felt Christina reach her climax.

When she was done, Devon grabbed her hair and said, "You are going to be my sex slave for the rest of the night. Got that?" Christina nodded. "Good, now finish me off. Then I'll be tying you back to the bed."

Don't Answer Back!



:-) This story is dedicated to Queen Anthea (by request!) :-)

Note: This story contains explicit heterosexual, homosexual, incest / taboo content of a sexual nature (good heavens!). If these things don't float your boat, please stop reading now.

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Heat spread from Anne's crotch as she stared at the wooden beams supporting the iron wall of the garden shed. Her hands gripped the edge of a wooden saw-horse and strands of her long red hair stuck to her sweating face.

"Faster!" Her breath was rasping now, her heart pounding as Steve's rigid cock, jack-hammered away in her slippery cunt. The squelch and suck of their colliding flesh filled the confined space, intermingled with her gasping yelps and his deep grunts.

Steve squeezed and pinched his mother's ample creamy arse cheeks as he rammed his cock into her, the immaculately smooth skin of his big sack slapping against her labia. He was getting close. The pleasure was mounting. His eyes began to glaze and his cock tensed, ready to squirt. He imagined it in her wet pink insides, the dribbling pre-come turning white in the last seconds before his orgasm.

He failed to hear his own voice, moaning with abandon when he felt her pussy turn slippery with his semen. His thick brown shaft heaved and twitched inside her as it squirted its muck. She must have thought he was finished, must have been unaware of the pleasure still coursing through his body in throbbing waves. He was still coming when he realised she'd pulled her arse forward, flicking his still-erect penis from inside her. 

Anne quickly squatted in front of him, thick sticky drops of semen falling from her vagina to the concrete floor as she greedily swallowed his cock. She exclaimed in surprise when still more spurts of come hit her tonsils, the mushroom taste of come filling her mouth. She took her son deeper down her throat, milking him dry and sucking her juice off his softening flesh. She held him in her mouth, wanting to keep him until he was soft but the sound of the door behind him made them jump. 

It was Rob, he must have been watching through the window as his hard cock poked through the top of his skimpy black shorts, its end glistening wetly. Rob was slightly shorter than his brother and even more muscular. His skin and features were dark and distinctly Maori, not a trace of his mother's fairness save the unusual dark red pubic hair surrounding his squat wide cock. He walked straight over to Anne and wordlessly forced his glans between her lips, slipping his shorts and underwear to the floor and stepping free of them as she eagerly ate him up. 

But his voyeurism had brought him to the edge already. He growled loudly and pulled Anne's face violently towards his crotch, almost immediately jetting sperm deep into her throat. Animal sounds emitted from his mouth as he yanked her back by her hair and jammed himself into her repeatedly, squirting gob after gob of sticky seed. Spit and come ran down her chin and dribbled from her lips as she gagged and panted, swallowing as much of his discharge as she could. His thrusts subsided and she held him in her mouth as she had Steve only this time, there was no interruption. She kept him in her mouth, licking and milking him until he was soft.

The twins hoisted their mother up and sat her on the saw-horse. They stood in front of her, fondling her big tits and gently pinching her bright red nipples, engorged peaks on expanses of creamy flesh.

"Home early bro?" said Steve.

"Stephen, for god's sake don't use that silly language! You're twenty one for goodness sake, your father and I didn't put you through university so you could talk like a jolly thug...ooh! Robert!" The girlish squeal came involuntarily when Rob pinched her nipple a little harder than before and bent abruptly to softly slap her clit.

"Good boy Robert darling, it's mummy's turn now isn't it," she tried to sound stern but there was a delicious catch in her voice, an undertone of pitiful begging. Both twins detected it and their penises began to stir. "isn't it my turn for some attention? Come on sweethearts, make me come will you? Please?" 

Anne reached around behind Rob and moved a delicate finger over his arsehole, tickling and rubbing the puckered flesh -- mother knew what her baby liked. He went stiff almost immediately and seeing his brother's thick gnarled-looking erection, Steve also hardened. Rob took his fingers from his mother's pussy where they'd been buried tickling the slick wet flesh behind her entrance. He stood up straight, his prick bobbing before him. The two men faced each other sideways over Anne who looked eagerly from side to side at their turgid genitals, holding them and fondling them, desperately wanting them inside her.

"What do you think Rob? Has she behaved herself lately bro? You reckon she deserves anything?"

"I dunno au, not too sure about telling a grown man off about his language eh? And did she wait for you to get soft before she stopped sucking your cock before? Bloody sloppy service eh?"

Their stiff dicks belied their casualness. They twitched and tensed as Anne touched them. Steve, advantaged by his slightly longer downtime was beginning to dribble. Anne tried to take him in her mouth but he backed teasingly out of reach. The two stepped back further and Rob moved a hand to Steve's crotch, pulling his black T-shirt off over his head and flinging it to the floor at the same time. He held the other's purple glans between his thumb and forefinger and lazily spread its oozing juice around the tip and down the front of the shaft. Steve regarded his mother coolly as his brother fondled his erection.

"Oh please come on boys! Stop teasing me like this! I'm desperate to come! Please? Please can I feel my babies inside me?" She raised a creamy leg and rested it on her narrow perch, her big labia were spread wide and the pink flesh inside was clearly visible, a little of Steve's come still oozing out of her. She knew they would fuck her, they had to bend soon. Her fingers played with her engorged nipples and her juices began to dribble down her inner thigh. She desperately needed a cock.

"I dunno, maybe better get going eh bro? Got a bit to get on with eh," Rob's thickest of Maori brogues taunted her ears and Steve was smiling wickedly. Rob fondled Steve's shaft and played with the throbbing tip of his own cock.

"Yeah, you get inside and get some eggs on for us when you're finished finger-fucking that ginger cunt eh mum. We got shit to do eh bro?" Steve clamped Rob's hand over his crotch, thrusting his hardness against his brother's palm. Then they exchanged glances and turned to leave.

"You two get back here and make your mother come this minute!" Rob's hand had barely reached the door handle but he withdrew it and they turned and glared at her. Anne saw the fury on their dark faces. Now she was for it. Her cunt throbbed in longing anticipation. 

"Don't you bloody talk to us like that lady!" Then they were on her. Rough brown hands hauled her to her feet and spun her around. A finger was roughly inserted into her anus and a hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her forward, forcing her to bend over, her lips encountering Steve's cock just as she felt Rob's wide shaft shoved up her cunt. She was in ecstasy. She sucked and licked one cock while another filled her, roughly pounding away at her crotch, stretching her pussy wider with each forceful insertion. 

They did her silently, fucking mouth and vagina brutally until she felt them nearing their orgasms. suddenly Steve pulled out of her mouth, she knew Rob was gesturing to him as she felt his fingers pulled from her arsehole and only one hand on her buttock as he continued to fuck her.

"Give it to me up the arse while I'm fucking her. And mum, you play with your clit! Do it now, I want to hear those fingers slapping that little bitch, you hear me! Get yourself off! Ah Jesus Steve! That's it stick your tongue up it, lube me up, that's right, more fingers! Ah fuck!" there was no trace of the affected brogue now, he was grunting and panting and his broad muscular chest shone with sweat as he battered Anne's feminity ferociously while his brother squatted behind him and spat furiously into his sphincter, stretching it apart with his fingers.

Rob felt Steve enter him violently, felt his anus ripped apart as his brother penetrated him. Steve gripped the firm twitching buttocks as he shoved his cock roughly between and pushed. His arousal heightened as he felt Rob squirm and wince and he started thrusting, jerking his hips back and forcing them powerfully forward. He heard Anne's fingers working juicily between her legs and the sound of her little squeals told him she would come soon. Rob was getting close too, he wheezed and whimpered as he fucked his mother and took Steve up his arse in perfect rhythm.

Anne was the first to go, crying out her sons' names as her pussy contracted, gripping Rob's cock tightly and bathing it in sex juice.

"Keep fucking sweetheart, shove it in hard until I've finished! Oh god yes!" Rob could hardly hear her gasping words. He was coming inside her, set off by her deliciously convulsing cunt, his cock squirted away into his mother's fleshy opening. Juice and sperm dribbled from Anne's sex as Rob pushed his shaft deep inside her. His face screwed up in almost-agonized ecstasy as his last few spurts drowned her cervix. 

His cock was milked dry but he couldn't stop coming, his prick twitching and tensing inside Anne. Steve's cock, lubricated with spit, sweat and pre-come rubbed rapidly over his brother's prostate, prolonging his orgasm and soon, though Rob was all but spent, the two boys were climaxing together, one secreting his milk into his brother's arsehole in violent squirts and the other twitching and tensing, and throbbing to a standstill between Anne's engorged pink pussy-lips.

Anne whimpered in pleasure as her orgasm subsided and Steve pulled his cock, dripping come, from Rob's dilated sphincter. Rob withdrew from Anne and she turned around and sucked both of them clean. The boys sat, panting, with their mother on the saw-horse. After a while, Anne said, "Who wants to go and visit your father in hospital? He had his last operation today so my babies will have two lovely ladies to look after in a week or so when he comes home!"



Don't Answer the Door!



"Oh my god, this is the best Halloween party ever," Allison said, as she touched up her eye shadow in the bathroom mirror.

"I hope so, I've been planning it forever." Kaylee adjusted the blouse on her costume to show off her breasts better, and checked out Allison in the mirror. "I like your I Dream of Jeannie costume. Are you gonna be rubbing Adam's magic lamp tonight to see if a genie squirts out?"

"Gross!" Allison said, and they both laughed. "Your Little Red Riding Hood costume's hot. I bet if Billy has his way you'll be Little Red riding wood."

'I hope so! If Billy doesn't fuck me at least once tonight, I'll go crazy."

"Tramp," Allison joked. "I'm sure Billy will give you a treat."

"He better, or I'll trick him and find someone who will!"

They finished fixing their costumes and headed back downstairs to the Halloween party. Kaylee's house was decked out with all sorts of spooky decorations and props, and the front room was wall to wall with their friends and classmates from college.

"Wow," Allison said, as they weaved through the crowd. "There are so many people here! I know they're in costumes, but I don't even recognize half of them."

"Friends of friends, I guess. The more the merrier!" Kaylee handed Allison another glass of Halloween punch.

"Thanks. I'm already so friggin' buzzed, what's in this stuff?"

"Everything!" Kaylee laughed and grabbed an old straw broom that was leaning in the corner and pretended to ride it.

"That's so cool! It looks really old, where did you get it?"

"My mom took me to a bunch of antique stores to look for cool Halloween stuff. I didn't want to have boring old pumpkins and ghosts and paper decorations. I wanted authentic looking stuff, like it was from a real haunted house. We found that broom, some creepy old paintings, a cauldron, antique candle holders, and some other stuff."

"And all the candles you used to light each room look so wicked, they make the house seem real Halloweeny. You're lucky your mom helped you out, my parents would never let me have a party."

"Yeah, they're pretty cool. They're still here, hiding in the bedroom until the party's over and I tell them they can come out."

Allison laughed. "And Chris? Is he here too?"

"My brother? At a party? The only parties nerd boy likes are LAN parties. He's up in his bedroom playing on his computer and he told me 'we're not allowed in his room'. I think he's worried he might lose the virginity he's been guarding for 19 years."

"Who wants to lose their virginity?" Billy, Kaylee's boyfriend, had snuck up and grabbed her from behind.

"I would, if you hadn't already taken it!" Kaylee grabbed his cowboy hat and put it on her own head.

"Well, maybe I'll take Red Riding Hood's instead" he said, as he reached underneath her skirt and squeezed her ass.

Allison spotted her boyfriend Adam, dressed in a pirate costume, and waved him over.

"Hey, there's something cool I want to show you guys in the rec room downstairs," Kaylee said.

The four of them took their drinks downstairs and found some guys arguing over football in the rec room. Kaylee ordered them back to the party and locked the door behind them. She dimmed the lights in the room, and Allison noticed there was a ring of lit candles surrounding a spooky cauldron in front of the fireplace. 

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"I thought we could use a little Halloween atmosphere." Kaylee turned on the CD player and sweet, sexy music poured out.

"That doesn't sound like the Monster Mash," Allison teased, as Kaylee pulled Billy to the carpet and started making out with him.

"I told you," she said, "if I don't get some I'm gonna go crazy."

Allison felt embarrassed watching Billy slide his hands beneath her best friend's costume. But Adam wasn't bothered, and pulled her down on the carpet so they could join them.

Adam kissed Allison and fondled her breasts through her costume. She turned her head and noticed Kaylee sliding her panties off. Adam rubbed his erection against her mound as they both watched Kaylee push Billy's pants down as far as she could. He kicked them off and Allison couldn't help but stare at his cock. She had seen it lots of times before, but was still impressed with how big it was. She was envious as Kaylee guided it into her pussy.

Allison looked away, but Adam was still watching her best friend get fucked.

"Hey!" she said, turning his head to look at her instead.

"Sorry." He pushed his pants down, freeing his own stiff cock.

"We shouldn't," she whispered, as she grabbed his shaft and started slowly stroking it.

"Why not? They aren't gonna complain." He tried to push her panties down but she pulled them back up.

"I don't know," she said, still slowly pumping his prick while watching Billy stuff his thick pole in Kaylee. "It's kind of creepy in here."

As she looked back at the cauldron, she started when someone slammed against the door, and then banged on it when they realized it was locked.

"We're busy! Go away!" Adam was on all fours above Allison, enjoying the feel of her jacking his cock while he watched Kaylee getting fucked hard.

Billy had turned her over and was banging her from behind, when he finally groaned he was close.

"Oh yeah..." Kaylee moaned, "fill me with cum, baby."

Billy kept pounding her hard because that's the way Kaylee liked it. His hips smacked against her round ass as he drilled his huge shaft in and out of her tight pussy. Kaylee's c-cup sized breasts swayed beneath her as he bounced her back and forth. She reached her hand out to steady herself against the fireplace and accidentally knocked over one of the candles -- it struck the cauldron as Billy exploded in her.

Allison was startled by the unearthly moan Kaylee let out, and swore the cauldron had started to glow. As she slowly turned her head to look at them, Allison felt her blood run cold -- Kaylee's eyes were glowing with the same golden light as the cauldron.

"Kaylee?" she whispered. "Are you okay?"

Kaylee mutely pushed Billy away and started crawling toward them, staring at Adam's cock as he fucked Allison's hand.

"Oh my god!" she cried. "Get your pants on!"

Adam got to his knees and tried to pull his pants up, but Kaylee lurched forward and grabbed his erection.

"Let him go!" Allison cried, as she went to push her away. But before she could, she was pulled between Adam's legs and dragged across the room. She looked up and saw Billy holding her. He had the same golden, glowing eyes, and she was surprised to see his cock was already fully erect again.

"Let me go!" Allison yelled, as she kicked at him and twisted back toward her boyfriend. Kaylee was on her back with her legs spread as Adam, who had always dreamed about it, pushed his cock into her tight opening.

"What are you doing?! Adam!" She struggled to get free to stop them, but Billy had her arms pinned to the floor and was using his knee to spread her legs. She fought to get free and screamed at him to get off her, but he was in a trance as he ripped her panties off. She thought of all the times she had fingered herself, pretending it was Billy's big bat, but now all she wanted to do was get Kaylee away from Adam.

"Help me, Adam!" She could hear him grunting as he fucked Kaylee on the carpet behind her.

As Allison struggled, she could hear people outside the room banging on the door. She was going to cry out for help when the lock broke and a dozen costumed partygoers poured into the room. Some of them cheered while others pulled out their cell phones and recorded the couple screwing in the middle of the party.

Two of the guys noticed Allison trying to push Billy away and quickly grabbed him. They couldn't believe how strong he was as they tried to pull him off of her. As they grappled with him, Allison crawled free and ran to lock herself in the bathroom. As she closed the door, she saw Billy had broken loose and dragged a giggling girl dressed as Lara Croft down beside him.

In the bathroom mirror, Allison saw her makeup was ruined from crying. She couldn't believe what Adam had done -- with her best friend! She checked for her cell phone to call her dad to come and get her, but it was missing; it must have fallen out during the battle with Billy. Something banged against the door, startling her.

She turned to yell that the bathroom was occupied, but hesitated as a premonition of danger swept through her; the doorknob slowly turned back and forth. When it finally stopped, she tiptoed forward and switched off the light. Beneath the door she could see the shadow of someone waiting silently on the other side. And then, in the darkness, her blood froze as she heard the doorknob turning again. Allison wondered if it was Adam looking for her, wondered if she should whisper his name. She slowly got down on all fours and bent down to look under the door; a golden, glowing eye stared back at her.

Allison shrieked and suddenly the door crashed back and forth, nearly torn off its hinges as the creature on the other side tried to force it open. She stumbled back from the door, sure that the lock was going to snap any second, and tumbled over the toilet in the dark. She fell backwards onto the bathtub; the side hit her hard right between the shoulder blades and knocked the wind out of her. As she slowly regained her breath, she saw that the door had held. The shadow on the other side was gone.

Allison hid in the dark, and pressed her hands to her ears to try to stop the noise. The bathroom ceiling shook with the sound of running, pounding feet, and shrieks and screams echoed through the walls. After a while, the sound of panic had died down and all she could hear was sweet, sexy music playing. She crept to the door and put her shoulder against it in case she had to force it shut. As quietly as possible, she peeked out.

A Halloween orgy had broken out in the rec room. A guy in a Viking costume was pillaging the pussy of a blonde in a sexy kitty cat costume, while a woman wearing a witch costume rode a guy dressed as a fireman, bouncing up and down on his hose. Six other costumed couples were in various positions as they also fucked on the floor, all with the same golden, glowing eyes. The creepy cauldron glowed even brighter than earlier.

Her hand trembled as she tried to open the door without making a sound. She was sure they'd hear her heart pounding as she snuck past, but they were oblivious as she crept through and went upstairs. The hallway door was open and when she looked toward the living room she saw it was the same as downstairs. A classmate of hers from college, dressed as Prince Charming, was going at it with a girl dressed as a sexy nurse while his girlfriend, who had come as Snow White, was on her knees sucking off a guy beside him. 

Allison quietly went down the hallway toward the back door and noticed Kaylee's parents' bedroom door was open; the sound of bedsprings squeaking rhythmically came from within.

She was shocked when she peeked inside and saw the bed bouncing up and down as a guy in a lumberjack costume drove his log in and out of Kaylee's mom while a second guy filled her mouth. On the floor beside them, a girl in a Lady Gaga costume was on her hands and knees as Kaylee's dad played hide the salami behind her. All five had golden, glowing eyes. 

Allison tiptoed past the door but Kaylee's dad spotted her, pulled his meat out of Lady Gaga, and stood up. As he walked past the bed, the two guys fucking Kaylee's mom also stopped and followed him.

Allison looked back as the three of them entered the hallway, their cocks pointing toward her like heat-seeking missiles. They followed her as she sprinted for the backdoor. The only way out was through the kitchen, and when she got there she saw two costumed guys with their backs to her. She hoped they'd help her, but then she saw their glowing eyes reflected in the kitchen window. 

As they turned her way, she ducked down the other hallway. But she knew she was fucked -- it was a dead end. She rushed to the bathroom at the end of the hall and tried to climb through the window, but it was too small. Trapped, she locked the door, turned out the light, crawled into the bathtub, shut the curtain and made herself as small and quiet as possible. All she could hear was Kaylee's father's footsteps as they neared the bathroom door.

Alec was watching the football highlights on the eleven o'clock news when the doorbell rang. 

"That can't be a trick-or-treater this late," he thought, but grabbed the bowl of candy anyways.

His wife, Andrea, always told him not to buy Halloween candy, as the neighborhood kids were all too old now. She knew the only reason he bought it was so he could eat it all. But he was glad he had some candy this night, as he opened the door for three of the sexiest trick-or-treaters he had ever seen.

"Trick or treat!" they cried.

Alec knew one of the girls, Emma. She was the same age as his daughter, Allison, and lived across the street from them. In the summer, she liked to tan in her front yard in her tiniest bikini and he liked to hide behind the living room curtains so he could watch her unseen. She was a beautiful half-Asian with long, black hair and her naughty nurse outfit, which teasingly showed her white panties, pushed her small breasts up enticingly. Her two equally hot friends were dressed as a slutty schoolgirl and a sexy elf.

"Hi, Mr. Carson," Emma purred, "I hope you don't think we're too old for you to give us some candy." She loved teasing him because she'd seen how often he watched her from his window.

Alec cleared his throat and tried to sound cool. "No, you're not too old at all, you're the perfect age. You girls all go to the same college as my daughter, Allison?"

"Yeah," Emma answered while her friends nodded, "We're on our way to Kaylee's Halloween party now."

"Oh, cool." Alec said, as he filled their bags with half his bowl of candy. "And your costumes look really...nice. I should have asked you to do some tricks."

"You should have," Emma teased, and her friends giggled.

Alec noticed all of their costumes were short enough to show their panties, and he couldn't help watching their perfect little bums as they strutted away. Emma looked back and smiled when she caught him checking them out; she whispered to her friends and they all giggled as they disappeared into the darkness. 

"If you see Allison, remind her she has to be home by 1 a.m.!" he called after them.

Alec, who was now in his early forties, hoped he still had what it took to get girls like that, but his wife always said he was dreaming and called him a 'perv' when she'd catch him looking at them. He turned out the lights and ran to the living room window to see if he could watch them as they walked down the street, but they were gone.

He had only been watching TV for ten more minutes when he heard a shriek from outside. Thinking it might be more girls headed to the Halloween party, he ran to his bedroom and kept the lights off as he peeked out the curtains. 

Alec felt like he had won the peeping Tom lottery when he spotted a completely nude girl with wavy, brunette hair walking barefoot down the middle of the road. She had long, athletic legs and big, grapefruit-sized tits. He could see her erect nipples and the trim between her legs as she walked purposely past the streetlights. She turned to look his way, and he realized it was his daughter's best friend, Kaylee. 

"Oh man," he thought, as he watched her round ass disappear into the darkness, "she must have gotten way too drunk." He was getting ready to chase her down to take her home, or maybe bring her back to his house until she sobered up, when he heard noises below the window.

Alec pressed his face against the glass so he could see down, and saw a couple fucking on his lawn. They were in the shadows, so it was hard to see them, but they looked like a couple of college kids. He ducked back so they wouldn't see him watching and then slowly peeked out again, trying to make sure the girl wasn't Allison. And then he noticed his wife's car parked in the driveway.

"Fuck!" he thought, as he shut the curtains. "If she catches me watching them screw she'll murder me." He tried not to look guilty as he left the bedroom and called her name, but she didn't answer. The bathroom, kitchen and living room were all empty so he opened the front door to see if she was sitting in the car, but she wasn't. 

Alec went outside and could hear the two kids still fucking below his bedroom window; he figured if he snuck completely around the house, he could watch them from up close without being seen. He had completely forgotten Kaylee. As he was sneaking around the side of his house, he noticed bags of groceries scattered on the grass. And then he saw his wife.

Andrea was on her back with her legs spread, her jeans off, and her underwear around one ankle as a kid in a college football jacket pumped his cock in and out of her. Alec could see the kid's big balls slapping against his wife's pussy and -- assuming he was attacking her -- was getting ready to jump him. He paused when he heard his wife.

"Oh...fuck, yeah...fuck, yeah!" Andrea moaned. "I love your cock...you're such a fuckin' stud Steve...unnh...fuck me good!"

Alec walked around them and saw it was Steve, the 20-year-old student he paid to mow the lawn, fucking his wife on his lawn. "What the hell are you doing, Andrea?!"

"Oh my god, Alec!" she cried, as she opened her eyes and discovered him watching them.

He went to grab Steve and pull him off his wife, but someone grabbed him from behind, pulled him backwards and threw him down hard on the grass. He looked up and saw it was Emma and her two friends, but now their eyes were golden and glowing. 

The slutty schoolgirl and the sexy elf pinned his arms down as Emma stood over him. From his point of view, he couldn't be blamed for noticing she was no longer wearing panties. He was staring at her neatly trimmed twat when she lifted her naughty nurse outfit over her head, exposing her small breasts and tiny, dark nipples.

"What are you doing?" Alec whispered, worried his wife would catch him looking at her while she was naked. He tore his eyes away from her hot body, thinking he must be dreaming, and looked between her legs to check if his wife was okay. Andrea had her legs wrapped tightly around Steve and was in bliss as he hammered her hole.

Alec struggled again to break free, but was amazed at how strong these girls were. He was always pointing out to his wife how big girls' breasts were getting nowadays because of all the growth hormones they put in food, but all she'd say was 'quit staring at their tits'. Alec couldn't think of any other reason how these girls could be so strong.

"Emma, what are you doing? Don't!" he said, as she reached down and grabbed his pant legs.

With one yank, she tore off his jeans and boxers, revealing his embarrassingly erect cock. He was too shocked to struggle as she walked forward and positioned herself above him. She squatted, with one hand on his chest and one hand around his cock, and forced her tiny pussy down onto it. Alec knew his cock -- eight inches long and thick -- was bigger than average, but he still couldn't believe how tight she was as she rode him. He thought his wife would kill him if she saw him fucking their neighbor's daughter, but could only hear her moaning as Steve came in her.

Alec knew he was in big trouble when he saw Andrea get up and walk toward them, but she only watched with golden, glowing eyes as Emma rode him like a cowgirl.

"What the fuck is wrong with her -- with them?" Alec thought. Emma was bouncing up and down on his balls, and he couldn't believe after all of the times he'd dreamed of fucking her he was thinking of making her stop. But Alec had a hunch that if he came in her, like he wanted to, his eyes would be glowing too. 




Don't Answer the Door!



He twisted and bucked, trying to throw her off, but she rode him like a bucking bronco. He could feel his nuts tightening as she coaxed his cum to the surface. He strained to free his arms but her two friends had him pinned.

"What the hell are they putting in food these days?" he thought. "Why are they so strong?!" Alec was still fighting to get free when he heard a slurred voice.

"Right on, dude!" a drunk yelled, as he walked up the driveway with a beer in each hand to watch them. "What's with everyone getting it on tonight? How do I get a piece of this action?"

The two girls pinning Alec's arms let go, stripping off their costumes as they walked toward the drunk. Andrea, still naked from the waist down, also turned and walked toward him.

"All right," the drunk slurred, "now this is a fucking Halloween party!"

Alec seized the opportunity and quickly rolled Emma off; he had to tightly squeeze the head of his cock to prevent himself from coming. 

The drunk cheered, unable to believe his luck, as Andrea and the now naked schoolgirl pulled him to the ground. The other girl, also naked, yanked his pants and underwear down around his knees and tried to stroke his drunk-dick hard.

Alec was trying to get away when an iron grip grabbed his leg; he looked down and saw it was Emma, her golden eyes burning as she crawled after him. He jerked his foot away from her, grabbed his pants and ran off down the street. 

As he hid behind a hedge and got dressed, Alec knew something strange was going on. He was still in good shape and, he thought, good looking, but he knew when a 19-year-old girl as hot as Emma wants you to fuck her you're either dreaming or a millionaire. He pulled out his cell phone and called Allison, but it rang a few times and went to voice mail. 

"Hi honey where are you?" he texted, frustrated she hadn't picked up. "Please call me right away!!!"

Alec waited a minute and, when she didn't reply, decided to head to Kaylee's house to find her. He was rounding the hedge when he spotted three half-naked girls walking down the middle of the street. 

Their eyes glowed in the dark and they were all wearing partially removed costumes. He was ducked down, waiting for them to pass, when he heard another girl coming from the opposite direction.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm so late," she said. "I hope the party isn't over already! My asshole parents wouldn't let me come so I had to sneak out." 

The girl, blonde haired and dressed as a sexy angel, walked toward her friends and discovered they were all half naked. "Wow, looks like I missed all the fun! Are you guys on something? Can I have some?" 

She shrieked when they grabbed her and forced her to the pavement in the middle of the street. "Hey! Watch my wings!" Two of the girls pinned her shoulders down while the third one got between her legs and pulled her white satin panties off. 

"Oh my god," the girl whispered, "someone's gonna see us!" She let out a loud gasp as her friend lay down, wrapped her arms around her bare legs and started to lightly lick her pussy.

Alec could feel his pants tightening as he watched her squirming while her friend tongue fucked her. The little angel pulled the top of her outfit down and made one of her friends suck her nipples while her other friend teased her clit. She moaned loudly and clamped her friend's head between her legs, her little body trembling as she shook with an orgasm. And then all four of them stood up and continued walking down the street, all half naked and with golden, glowing eyes.

Alec was watching them go when he heard a voice behind him loudly whisper his name. He turned and saw his neighbor, Pam, standing in the shadows of her garage.

"Oh my god, Alec! Do you know what's going on?" she asked, after he had snuck over to join her in the garage.

"I'm not sure, but it's dangerous out there. It's like all the neighborhood kids have become...sex-crazed zombies!"

"Oh my god! They're all undead?!"

"Not that kind of zombie; they're more like automatons with one purpose -- sex!"

"I know! I was driving home and saw two boys and a girl having...hanky-panky. I got out my car and told them they should be ashamed of themselves, and they started chasing me, with their...things sticking out! I ran home to tell Paul, but he's one of them too!"

She led Alec quietly inside her house and silently motioned for him to peek into the living room. He saw Pam's husband Paul, wearing only a pajama top, pounding his prick into their Asian exchange student, who had her nightie scrunched up around her waist and was bent over the couch. Both of them had the same golden, glowing eyes.

"She must have become one of those...sex zombies, and attacked him," Pam whispered.

Alec agreed with her, even though all the men in the neighborhood knew -- because Paul told them -- he fucked every Asian exchange student Pam arranged to stay with them.

"I'm worried about Philip," she whispered, " he went to a Halloween party down the street."

"So did Allison, I'm going there to get her, Come with me and we'll find your son too." He was headed toward the front door when the doorbell rang.

"Don't answer the door!" Alec whispered. He led her down the hallway and they peeked out the side window. A pizza delivery driver, naked from the waist down, was standing outside.

"Maybe he's a friend of Philip's?" Pam whispered.

"Look at his eyes, see how they glow?" Alec whispered. "They all have those eyes. And pizza delivery drivers normally wear pants." He motioned for her to follow and they went back and out through the garage.

Pam was nervous so Alec held her hand as they warily crossed the neighbor's front lawn. They looked down toward Kaylee's house and could see couples fucking amid the fake tombstones decorating the front yard.

"We should go around the high school and try to sneak in through the backyard, there's too many of them out front," Alec said.

They skirted the bright lights of the parking lot and followed the chain link fence past the tennis courts. As they passed the portables they saw movement between the corrugated metal buildings.

Three naked college kids were in the shadows; one girl was riding a guy's cock while another rode his tongue. Pam hesitated, wondering if it was her son, until one of the girls turned her head and stared at her with glowing eyes.

Alec pulled Pam by her hand, and as they ran he looked back and saw the golden-eyed trio in pursuit. They turned right and fled down a corridor between the school buildings, and had almost reached the end when four shadowy figures appeared, blocking their way. Their golden, glowing eyes cut through the darkness. 

Alec and Pam turned and tried to run back the way they had come, but the other three zombies had followed them -- they were trapped. He ran to a door on the side of the school and pulled the handle, but it was locked.

"Oh my god," Pam cried. "I'm going to die!"

"I don't think so, unless they fuck you to death!"

Pam's eyes opened wide in surprise, and she started when Alec pushed her down on all fours. 

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Maybe they'll leave us alone if they think we're like them," he said, as the zombies moved toward them from both ends of the corridor 

Pam gasped as he tugged her skirt down around her knees, taking her panties with it. She was embarrassed, as she knew her ass was a lot bigger than it used to be. She looked back and stared wide-eyed at Alec's half hard cock as he pushed his pants down.

"Don't worry, I'm only going to pretend," he whispered as he started to dry hump her, his long dick swinging back and forth between her legs. 

Pam bit her lip, trying not to cry out in fear, as he simulated sex with her, but their play fucking wasn't working, and the sex-mad monsters surrounded them.

As Alec had been bouncing his cock between Pam's legs, pretending to fuck her, he couldn't help but get hard. She could tell and let out excited little gasps every time his knob brushed against her pussy.

"We've only got one chance. I'm sorry, Pam," Alec whispered, as he slowly pushed his thick shaft into her sopping hole.

Alec got half his length into her and stopped to watch the sex zombies. They'd hesitated when he first entered her, but when he stopped they walked toward them again.

He gave Pam's pussy, which was tighter than he expected and surprisingly wet, two more strokes, and they stopped again. "It's working," he whispered, "they think we're like them!"

"Uh huh..." Pam groaned, as she tried to remember the last time her husband had made love to her. Her eyes rolled back as Alec started to fuck her with long, steady strokes, she'd never had such a huge cock inside of her.

Alec watched, as the zombies seemed to lose interest in them and wandered away. He tried to slow down so he wouldn't come, but Pam had braced herself against the pavement and was plunging her pussy against his pole.

"Whoa...whoa!" he groaned. "Good job, Pam...you fooled them. But if you don't slow down you're going to make me come, and I don't think that'd be good for either of us."

"What about me?" she asked, as she slowed down but continued to ride his cock. "Can I come?"

Alec remembered the cute little angel, remembered what had happened after she came over and over on her friend's tongue. "I don't think that's a good idea. I think if either of us come we'll end up like them."

"Damn," Pam whispered, as Alec pulled his cock out of her.

They stood up and dressed, both still flush with the sensation of being so close to coming. Sneaking quietly to the end of the corridor and peeking around the corner, they saw the coast was clear. They were walking along the pathway when two shadows emerged from the bushes dead ahead of them.

Alec grabbed Pam to protect her as she cried out in fright. As they stepped into the light, he saw that it was two college kids in matching prison inmate costumes; he was relieved to see neither of them had glowing eyes.

"Mrs. Miller?" the boy said. "I thought that was you getting..."

"Josh?" Pam went red with embarrassment as she realized her son's best friend had been watching her and Alec. "Where's Philip?"

"I don't know...he might still be trapped inside the Halloween party. Susie and me were outside smoking a -- I mean, having a beer. And when we went back, it was chaos! They were all grabbing and screwing anyone and everyone they could. Some chased us, so we ran over here and hid in the bushes. They were looking for us when they saw you guys."

"I think the safest thing'd be for you two to stay here," Alec said. "Stay hidden, and don't come out unless it looks like things are normal again."

"We'd rather come with you," Josh said. "You know, safety in numbers. And I want to help you guys find Phil."

Alec wasn't sure, but he didn't have time to argue so the four of them snuck across the school playing field to the back of Kaylee's house. He reached over the fence to unlatch the rear gate and they crept into the backyard. 

As they looked around, they saw a couple doing it doggie style on the outside patio. Alec recognized Kaylee's mom, and the cowboy riding her from behind was her daughter's boyfriend, Billy.

Alec signaled to the others to be quiet, hoping they could all sneak behind them and up the back stairs without being noticed. They were quietly walking past when Pam stopped. She was looking through an open sliding door into the basement, where a fuckfest was taking place. Josh had seen her stop and was quietly sneaking back to get her when she spoke aloud.

"Philip? Is that you?"

A naked guy was standing with his back to her. He had a girl's legs locked around his waist while her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. As he turned at the sound of Pam's voice, she saw it was her son, and he was bouncing the girl, who was dressed as a princess, up and down on his erect cock. Both of their eyes glowed golden.

Pam was speechless as she watched Philip plunging the petite princess' pussy onto his big, stiff penis. She had been positive her son, who was only nineteen, was a virgin. Now, she wasn't sure.

Billy and Kaylee's mom had also heard Pam and now they, along with all the other sex zombies downstairs, were moving toward the four of them.

"Oh my god, Pam! Run!" Alec yelled, but he knew they were surrounded.

She didn't hear him; she was mesmerized as her son let the girl down, and then walked slowly toward her with his erect penis pointing at her like a missile.

Susie, Josh's girlfriend, was terrified, but she remembered how the zombies at the school had been fooled. She quickly fumbled at Alec's pants and tugged them, along with his boxer briefs, down to his knees. Her eyes were wide with fear as she quickly bent over and started sucking his cock, praying the zombies wouldn't hurt her.

They stopped when they saw her blowing him and turned back toward Pam and Josh. Finally realizing the jeopardy she had put them in, Pam backed away in fear until Josh grabbed her. 

He knew Susie had the right idea. He quickly forced Pam -- his best friend's mom -- down on her knees and, after quickly pushing down the front of his pants, shoved his prick into her mouth.

Pam was paralyzed with fear and could only watch Josh's eyes as he fucked her face. The sex zombies stopped and watched as both Alec and Josh got their cocks sucked.

Pam didn't know what to do; it had been so long since she'd given her husband a blowjob. Her mouth was a tight seal around Josh's stiff pole as he pumped it between her lips. She glanced to her right and realized Philip was standing right beside her, his own stiff cock inches from her mouth.

Meanwhile, Susie had squatted in front of Alec so she could blow him better. She realized the faster she sucked, the more the sex zombies seemed to lose interest. She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock and used her hand to jerk him quickly in and out of her mouth. She was only eighteen, but she had sucked Josh's big dick often enough to get pretty good at it. But his cock wasn't as thick as this one and she was having a hard time getting her mouth around it. As she looked up at Alec's face, she could tell he wouldn't be complaining.

Alec couldn't believe how good it felt, having this beautiful teenager bobbing back and forth on his fuckstick. But he had to grab her head to slow her down. "Not too fast," he whispered, "or you'll make me come."

Susie wanted to suck even faster, she wanted to taste his cum, but she nodded and reluctantly slowed down.

Pam, on the other hand, was speeding up. She'd been watching Susie blow Alec and tried the same technique, quickly pumping Josh's prick with her hand while she sucked on him. She was getting excited as she eyed her son's cock, hanging so tantalizingly close. She didn't hear Josh begging her to slow down as she pumped him faster and sucked him harder. And as he filled her mouth with hot, sticky cum, she felt herself falling away, like she was in a dream.

Alec knew Josh was going to lose it, and yelled at Pam to slow down. But when he saw her pull the kid's cock out and cum ran down from the corner of her mouth, he knew they were both lost.

"No!" Susie cried, and tried to get up to help her boyfriend. But Alec saw the sex zombies all turn back toward them and quickly convinced her to get back on her knees and keep sucking. Tears ran down her face as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth and as she watched her boyfriend, his eyes golden and glowing, disappear into the basement.

Philip also wandered back inside and was followed by his mom, who watched him with her own hungry, glowing eyes.

When the coast was finally clear, Alec popped his cock out of Susie's mouth, amazed he hadn't blow his load, and tried to comfort and calm her.

"We need to figure out what happened, find out why everyone is...attacking each other. Maybe there's a way to change everyone back to normal, but first I need to find my daughter."

Susie nodded and held his hand tightly. As they crept up the back stairs, Alec looked through an open sliding door and saw there was no one in the kitchen. The hallway leading to the front of the house was also empty, but the floor was littered with discarded Halloween costumes.

As they walked through the kitchen, Alec whispered loudly. "Allison! Are you here?" 

When there was no answer, they went to the hallway and peeked toward the living room, where the Monster Mash was still playing. A guy in an astronaut costume was blasting a girl dressed as Pocahontas into outer space, and as he fired his rocket into her teepee, the flickering shadows of couples fucking by candlelight danced across them.

There was a doorway halfway down the hallway; Alec heard the steady squeaking of bedsprings coming from it. Susie waited as he crept forward and peeked into the room. He recognized Kaylee's dad, but couldn't see the face of the girl he was on top of and ball deep in. But he could see a Wonder Woman outfit on the floor and he knew Allison had worn a genie costume.

He tiptoed back to Susie and they went in the opposite direction. The door to the bathroom at the end of the hallway was open and the light was off. He inched toward it as Susie fearfully squeezed his hand and tried to pull him back. He whispered into the darkness: "Allison!" 

He reached around the doorframe and turned on the light; the bathroom was empty. He was turning to leave when he noticed the shower curtain was closed. Creeping near, he pulled it back -- the bathtub was also empty.

Alec knew now he had to see who the girl on the bed was, had to know it wasn't Allison. Susie squeezed his hand tightly as he led her back down the hallway. A closet door creaked menacingly behind them and she started at the sound. Hiding behind Alec, she pressed her face tightly against his shoulder as they watched the door crack open.

"Dad?" a voice whispered from inside.

Alec threw open the closet door as Allison stepped out and tightly hugged him. "I've tried calling and texting you," he whispered. "Where's your cell phone?"

"I think it fell out downstairs when I was trying to get away from Billy."

"Thank god you escaped!" Alec remembered what Billy had been doing to Kaylee's mom in the backyard. "What the hell happened here?" 

"I don't know!" Allison said. "We were downstairs...fooling around, and all of a sudden Kaylee got this crazy look in her eyes, and the cauldron started glowing, and Adam and Billy were -- "

"Wait a second, what cauldron was glowing?" 

"One of the Halloween decorations Kaylee and her mom got."

"One of those plastic cauldrons?"

"No, an antique one. It was really old, and black, and when Kaylee touched it...it started to glow, and everyone went insane."

"Where is it?"

"Downstairs in the rec room."

"We've got to get the cauldron, to see if it's got something to do with why everyone is acting so weird."

"No," Susie pleaded. "Let's get out of here!"

"If we get the cauldron, we might be able to turn Josh back to normal," Alec whispered. "You girls better stay near me, in case we run into trouble."

They both nodded and were frightened as they followed him down the hallway to the basement door. They could still hear the bed bouncing up and down in the bedroom as they quietly went down the stairs, passed a room full of costumed couples fucking, and neared the rec room. 

Alec peeked through the open doorway. He saw a girl, about nineteen, lying naked on the floor while a guy fucked her. Five other guys were around her and she was sucking one and jacking off two others while the rest watched. Alec didn't know how many other guys had come and gone, but her face and tits and stomach were covered in cum like she was the belle of the bukkake festival. 

Behind her, in front of the fireplace, Alec could see the cauldron. It was small, the size of a bowling ball, and glowed with the same eerie, golden light haunting the eyes of the sex zombies.




Don't Answer the Door!



"I've got to get the cauldron," he said.

"Are you crazy, Dad? There's six of them in there!"

"You mean seven. You girls stay hidden. I think...I hope...the males only attack females."

He entered the room, walked quickly to the cauldron and picked it up. As he'd hoped, no one had noticed him. Allison was peeking around the corner, and he gave her a relieved nod. As he walked back across the room his foot caught on something, and the cauldron crashed to the floor as he fell forward.

He looked back and saw that the bukkake girl had stretched out and grabbed his shoe with one hand. She pushed the other cocks away from her and tried to get to Alec, but couldn't as the guy fucking her was still holding her legs as he pumped his pole into her hole. As Alec ran out of the room, picking up the cauldron on the way, the other zombies followed the girl's eyes and spotted Allison in the doorway. 

Alec grabbed her hand and she grabbed Susie's and the three of them ran up the stairs with a mob of sex zombies after them. As they reached the top of the stairs, they looked to their right as a naked girl and Kaylee's dad came out of the bedroom and headed their direction.

Alec hoped to get out through the living room, but copulating couples blocked their escape. Allison took them upstairs toward Kaylee's room, but she could see through the open bedroom door that a pack of naked girls were locked together tongue to pussy on the floor. She quickly opened a door to her left and they ducked inside.

As her dad shut the door behind them, Allison realized they were in Kaylee's brother Chris' bedroom. He was wearing headphones while playing Call of Duty on his computer and was completely oblivious to them. She touched his shoulder and he jumped in fright.

"Allison! You scared the shit out of me," he said, as he took off his headphones "I told Kaylee you guys aren't allowed in my bedroom!" He realized she wasn't alone and put on his glasses so he could see Alec and Susie better.

"What happened? Why's your dad here?"

"Oh my god, Chris!" Allison cried. "You don't know what's going on? Your sister...your parents...we've all got to get out of here!"

"Why? Is the house on fire or something? I told them not to light so many candles!"

"No! Its not on fire, it's worse! Everyone has become sex-crazed zombies!"

"Pardon?"

"Zombies! Horny, fuck-crazy zombies! There's girls out there...I don't even want to tell you the things they'd do to you if they caught you!"

"Like what?" Chris said, as he reached for the door to see if she was pulling his leg.

Alec was too late to stop him as he opened the door and the four naked girls from Kaylee's room walked in. Chris backed away from them when he saw their glowing eyes, not knowing what to do. He was trapped with Susie on one side of the room while Allison and her dad were stuck on the other.

Panicking, Susie quickly grabbed Chris' belt and fumbled to undo it while shouting, "Quick, Allison! Stick your dad's cock in your mouth!"

Allison's mouth fell open in shock as she quickly looked at her dad, who shrugged his shoulders and acted like he didn't know what Susie was talking about.

Alec was panicking as he looked for a way to escape, knowing, with only his daughter close, sex wasn't an option.

Meanwhile, Chris, who had only seen naked girls on the Internet, brushed Susie's hand away and heroically stepped forward. He held his arms away from his sides and walked briskly toward the sex zombies, yelling, "I'll save you guys, run!" The four girls immediately grabbed him and dragged him to the floor while they tore his clothes off.

"No!" Susie cried, as she watched the girls yank off his pants, and stroke and rub his cock and balls while they all fought to climb on top of him.

Alec took one last look at Chris, thinking he had never seen anyone braver -- or happier -- and pushed Allison and Susie toward the open window. They climbed onto the roof and dropped to the lawn beside the house. Moving between the neighbors' houses, cauldron in hand, they managed to get home without being seen.

They were walking up the front steps when Allison said, "Mom?"

Andrea was lying on her side on the lawn across the street while their neighbor Tom, who was lying behind her, held her leg up and stuffed his dick into her pussy. Even from this far away, Alec could see their glowing eyes.

"Allison," he said, as he pulled his daughter into the house, "the only way to help your mom is to figure out a way to stop this...madness!"

Once inside, the three of them closed the curtains and locked all the doors. Allison went to her room, changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and ran to join her dad and Susie in the den. 

Alec lifted the glowing cauldron, which was heavier than it looked, so he could examine it. As he held it up, he could see the old cauldron's base was inscribed with glowing letters. He couldn't read the words because they were in Old English, but was able to use the Internet to translate:

When the sacred time of Beltane is nigh The vessel fills with the goddesses' eye Run 'round the Maypole and run to the fields Reseed the Mother 'til the darkness yields When Beltane is done and Baal-fires lie cold The cauldron will sleep, the earth will turn gold

"Oh my god," Allison whispered, "the cauldron knows about mom!"

"I think 'Mother' probably refers to Mother Earth," Alec said. "It sounds like some sort of...fertility ritual." 

A short while later, after a quick search of the Internet, he learned he'd been correct.

"This cauldron was supposed to be used at Beltane, which is a pagan festival that took place in the spring. In ancient times, couples would have all-night orgies in the fields believing that it would guarantee good crops. Maybe this cauldron was used to ensure everyone was an...eager participant? But Halloween falls on Samhain, which occurs six months before Beltane. And the poem says the cauldron won't sleep until Beltane is done..."

"Which means they're going to be screwing until next spring?" Allison asked.

"Not if I can help it. If using the cauldron at the wrong time of the year is what made everyone go crazy, maybe there's a way to, I don't know, cancel the spell?"

He was trying to google the information when the doorbell rang. The girls waited nervously while Alec went toward the hallway.

"Don't answer the door!" Allison whispered.

Alec turned and held his finger to his lips for silence. He crept to the end of the hallway and peeked around the corner. A naked girl was outside the front door, pressing her breasts against the frosted door sidelight and trying to see in. As he watched, she stuck her hand through the mail slot and her fingers reached out toward him as if she knew he was there.

Alec looked behind him and could see the terror on the girls' faces as they waited by the den. He got on his knees and crawled toward the dark living room. The girl pressed her face against the glass and tried to see in, while she tried the lock again and slowly dragged her nails down the door. 

Alec peeked through the curtain and could see her looking toward his bedroom window. He knew her instantly by her flawless nude body -- Kaylee. Her head whipped around as if she had read his mind, but he ducked down an instant before she saw him. His heart was pounding as he crawled back to where he could see the front door, as she kept putting her fingers through the mail slot, beckoning him. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she heard a car coming down the road and disappeared into the darkness. After making sure she was really gone, Alec headed back to the den.

"Who was it?" Allison asked.

"Another zombie," he lied, "a girl in an angel costume. She's gone now."

The girls waited in the den, jumping every time they heard a shriek outside, until Alec finally found some information that seemed helpful.

"This one site written by this Wiccan...this witch, says the druids used to perform a ritual to signal the end of Beltane. Maybe if we can re-create the ritual, we can end this curse?"

"I'll help," Susie said. "What do we have to do?"

"Well first it says we need the vessel of the goddess. I think that means Kaylee, you said she was the first one to get the glowing eyes. And we need some rose oil."

"There's some in Mom's bathroom," Allison said.

"Okay, good. And earth -- we can get some from the yard. But it says we also need a phallic symbol, something to represent a maypole...Allison?" Alec realized his daughter had disappeared.

"She ran off down the hallway," Susie said.

They both came out of the den as Allison came out of her bedroom with a huge, transparent, purple dildo.

"Dad, please don't ask," she said, as Alec stared open mouthed at her.

"Umm...yeah," he said, clearing his throat, "Take it to the den, we need to put it in the cauldron while we perform the ritual. We've got everything we need now -- except Kaylee."

"But how are we gonna find her?" Allison asked.

"The last time I saw her she was heading toward the parkway. But I don't think the problem is going to be finding her, it's going to be getting her back here."

They cautiously opened the front door, and when they looked across the street they saw Andrea and Tom were gone. They snuck across their neighbors' lawns and were looking for Kaylee, when they heard the frightening sound of fucking.

Alec peeked around the side of a house. A woman in a barmaid costume was braced against the wall as her boyfriend rammed her from behind. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and he had her blouse pushed up so he could squeeze her tits while he banged his tool into her ass. He groaned as she talked dirty to him and begged him to fuck her harder.

"Holy shit!" he cried, when he noticed Alec and the two girls enjoying the show from the side of the house. His girlfriend hurriedly pushed her skirt and blouse down while he pulled his pants up.

"I'm glad we found you!" Alec said, relieved they weren't sex zombies.

"Well, I'm not," the guy said, as his girlfriend turned her back to them and tried to do her bra back up. "How about a little privacy!"

"Oh, you don't understand," Alec said, "we want to join you!"

The boyfriend checked out Allison and Susie, but his dark-haired girlfriend lit a cigarette, looked Alec up and down, and then shook her head to show she wasn't interested.

"Sorry, man," he said. "You guys are gonna have to do the threesome on your own, we're tired and headed home."

"Threesome? Oh, no! When I said we want to join you, I meant for protection. We're looking for a lost girl."

Alec told them of the cauldron and the curse and, though disbelieving at first, the couple, Brody and Gabriella, saw ample proof while they walked that he was telling the truth. The five of them saw couples fucking on lawns, on the road, on cars and -- once -- even on a roof. 

No one answered when Brody called 911, and they wondered where the police were until they saw the reassuring flash of red and blue lights. They jogged to the end of the street and saw a police car parked sideways in the middle of the road. Through the open backdoor they could see a police officer on his back while a girl in a Tinker Bell outfit lifted herself on and off his baton. His female partner was bent over the front of the car with her gun belt around her ankles as a guy in a skeleton costume gave her the bone from behind. 

Alec led the group away from the flashing lights. He knew now that it was up to them to put a stop to this madness. He didn't know how far the cauldron's spell could spread, but he thought it was possible -- if they failed -- the neighborhood, the city, the state, the country and possibly the entire planet could all end up sex zombies. 

They turned onto a side street and spotted a heavy, middle-aged man in a business suit behind a naked girl bent over the hood of his car. Allison instantly knew it was Kaylee and went to run to her.

Alec quickly caught his daughter and told her to stay with the others while he went closer. He carefully crept near and recognized the businessman, Sam, from the local Block Watch meetings.

Sam was an overweight salesman in his early fifties, and his pants were in a heap around his ankles as he banged Kaylee from behind. His fat stomach smacked against her round ass as he pumped in and out of her, and he wheezed while he tried to grope her tits. Kaylee reached back and pulled his hips toward her, trying to get him to fuck her faster. As Alec approached, he realized Sam's eyes weren't glowing.

"Sam!" he whispered, "are you okay?"

""Jeezus!" Sam cried, as he looked back at Alec. "You nearly gave me a heart attack Carson! I thought you were my goddamn wife!"

"You've got to get away from the girl, Sam!"

"Are you kidding me, Carson? I came home and this little darling was buck naked in my driveway," he said, grunting as he kept driving into Kaylee. "I think she's on Ecstasy or something, her eyes are all weird. She couldn't wait to get at my pecker, started grabbing it, pulled my pants down...bent over my car and spread her cheeks to show me her little fuckhole."

"Sam! You don't understand -- she's dangerous!"

"Only if my wife catches me!" he laughed. "I know this girl, she's twenty. She's legal."

"You don't understand!" Alec said, as he reached to pull Sam away. "You've got to stop!"

"Are you kidding! This girl's got a body like a porn star, I'll never get a chance to nail a sweet piece like this again!" He grabbed Kaylee's shoulders and groaned as he drained his balls into her.

Instantly, they both stopped and simultaneously turned to look at the others with golden, glowing eyes. Sam, with his tiny, stiff penis sticking straight ahead and his pants still around his ankles, shuffled toward the girls. Kaylee turned and strode purposefully toward Alec.

"Oh fuck!" Alec said, as he backpedaled away and turned to run.

Brody grabbed Gabriella's hand and they ran away with Allison, but Susie was petrified with fear as Sam shuffled toward her with his terrifying, glowing eyes. Alec stopped when he saw Susie was in trouble and turned to run back, but Allison got there first.

"Hey, pervert!" she cried, and as Sam turned her way she lifted her t-shirt and flashed her perky tits at him. He immediately changed direction and shuffled after Allison. Brody ran back and grabbed Susie's hand and pulled her away.

"I'll lead Kaylee back to our house," Alec called. "Try to lose Sam and meet me back there!"

Brody ran with the three girls through front yards and down side streets, but they were forced to stop when they saw four half-dressed men slowly walking up the road. They hid behind a fence while they waited for an opportunity to sneak past the sex zombies.

Allison grabbed the top of the fence and was trying to peek over when she was suddenly slammed sideways to the ground. Sam, who had finally kicked off his pants, had caught up and had her pinned under his bulk. He crammed his hand under her t-shirt and roughly squeezed her tit while his other hand grabbed her crotch through her jeans.

She screamed and punched and kicked while she tried to fight him off, but he was too big and too strong. He forced her pants and thong underwear down around her knees and was lifting her legs up when Brody threw a right cross that dropped him like a bag of dirt.

"Oh my god, thank you!" Allison cried, as she covered her pussy with her hand and pulled her jeans back up.

Brody peeked over the fence; the other sex zombies had heard the commotion and were heading toward their hiding place. "Give me your purse," he whispered to Gabriella. She handed it to him and he pulled out her lighter and a bottle rocket. As he lit the firework, it screamed high over the sex zombies' heads and exploded with a bang behind them. They all turned and, while they were wondering where the noise had come from, Brody led the three girls across the street and back to Allison's house.

Alec had been worried they wouldn't be able to lure Kaylee back to the house, now he was more worried by how single-mindedly she had followed him home. He had to keep jogging ahead to stay out of her reach, while making sure he didn't accidentally run into any other zombies. As she strode purposely after him, Alec couldn't stop thinking of how hot she looked bent over Sam's car and wishing that it had been him behind her. As she followed, Kaylee's burning eyes seared into him like they could read his every thought.

When they finally reached his driveway, the golden-eyed temptress bent over Andrea's car and spread her ass cheeks invitingly -- exactly as Sam had described. 

Alec's cock twitched, but he backed into his house and Kaylee's eyes flared as she followed him inside. He was at the top of the inside stairs when Kaylee came through the door on all fours, and crawled up them like a kitten with her mouth open for some milk. Worried she would get too close, he stumbled back into the kitchen and went to the dining room. From this vantage point she wouldn't be able to corner him; he could see her whether she came through the kitchen or the living room.

But she didn't come from either direction. He waited more than a minute before carefully peeking into the living room and realizing that she was gone. He couldn't see her outside so he headed down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

Alec crept down the hall, and as he passed the den he looked in. Kaylee wasn't there and, he realized in horror, neither was the cauldron. He ran into the den and searched around the desk; the cauldron was gone, they wouldn't be able to complete the ritual. 

His mind raced as he wondered how he and Allison could escape: Andrea's car! The keys should still be in her jeans outside. He turned to leave and saw Kaylee.

She had hid behind the door and now she stepped out, cauldron in hand. As she leered at Alec, both her eyes and the cauldron seemed to glow brighter. She shut the door. Alec made one last prayer: "Once I'm a sex zombie, don't let my daughter find me." 

The front door was wide open but the house was as still as the jack-o'-lantern on the porch. Allison quietly tiptoed up the inside stairs. She assumed her dad had opened the front door but, if he did, where was Kaylee. And what if it had been her mom who had opened the door instead? 

She crept down to her parents' room to check if her mom had come back, but the bedroom was empty. She walked back down the hall, past her own dark bedroom, and looked left to the den. The door was closed. She moved closer and heard a scraping sound on the other side. Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob.

Brody heard Allison's scream and bolted down the hall. He pushed past her as she blocked the doorway to the den and saw Alec lying on his back with Kaylee on top of him. He was struggling to throw her off, but she'd straddled his chest backwards so her bare bum was inches from his face while her vice-like thighs clamped his arms against his sides. She was pushing his pants down when Brody grabbed her and tried to wrestle her off of Alec.

Kaylee immediately grabbed at Brody's own shirt and pants, trying to tear them off, but the girls rushed in and all four of them pinned her down on the carpet.

Allison yelled at her as they fought to hold her down, hoping she'd recognize her voice, but she could see her best friend only desired one thing while possessed by the cauldron's magic.

As the others held Kaylee, Alec ran to his desk and gathered up the tools and components to perform the ritual. Allison was grappling with one of her legs while Susie lay on top of the other, pinning it to the floor. Gabriella was struggling to hold her left arm while Brody grabbed the right.

He pulled Kaylee's arm tightly against his chest; she watched him with pleading eyes as she twisted, yearning to break free. Her flawless skin looked luminescent, as it glowed and shone with the same golden aura as her haunting eyes. His gaze drifted up her long, shapely legs as they pushed and pulled against the two girls fighting to hold them. He saw the curve of her inner thighs gliding gently to her inviting wetness and, as she writhed, he journeyed across the beautiful sweep of her flat tummy and traced along her ribcage until he drifted over the contour of her firm, beautiful breasts. She arched her back and her erect, pink nipples reached toward the ceiling, aching to be touched.




Don't Answer the Door!



Gabriella had finally got Kaylee's left arm under control by pinning it to the floor and putting her whole weight on top of it. She looked over to see how Brody was doing and was shocked to see the other arm free.

Brody was on his knees, arms hanging limp and in a trance as he watched Kaylee. With her one free hand, she had undone his pants, pulled out his hard cock, and was jacking it as fast as she could.

"Brody!" Gabriella cried, still fighting to hold the left arm beneath her. "Someone help him!"

Alec, seeing the three girls struggling to keep Kaylee down, dropped the ritual components and wrenched Brody away from her bewitching touch.

Brody didn't know what had happened, the last thing he remembered was holding Kaylee's arm. Now he was laying on his back with his pants half off and his throbbing cock, which had been two strokes from exploding, stiffly standing straight up. He glanced at the girls and saw they were both staring at his pole, with Allison giving him a quick wink of approval. His ears turned bright red as he stuffed his boner back in his boxers and pulled his pants up. Kaylee's arm was still stretching out for him, so he grabbed it and pulled it to his chest again. He looked guiltily at Gabriella and saw her staring at him like he'd done it on purpose.

"Kaylee almost made you one of them," Alec warned. "Don't stare at her body, the cauldron seems to give her the power to mesmerize men."

"Please...don't give him any more excuses," Gabriella said coldly, as Brody looked up at the ceiling and his ears went redder.

Alec began the ritual. He placed the cauldron on the floor and gently dropped a lit teacup candle inside. He sprinkled some earth around Kaylee's body and read the first incantation from the page he'd printed from the Internet. The cauldron glowed brighter.

"It's working!" Allison cried.

Alec sprinkled rose oil on Kaylee's naked body and read the second incantation as she squirmed, trying to get loose. The cauldron glowed even brighter.

Alec tried not to touch his daughter's dildo as he dropped it inside the cauldron and read the third incantation. Nothing happened. Alec read the incantation one more time, even though he was sure he'd said it correctly. Still, nothing happened.

Susie looked up when she heard a noise -- the ominous sound of footsteps as a shadow appeared in the hallway.

"Omigod!" Allison whispered. "We forgot to lock the front door!"

Susie let go of Kaylee's leg and ran to close the door to the den. She almost had it shut when a hand stabbed through the opening and seized her wrist. Susie screamed in terror as Allison's mom burst through the door. 

Andrea grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tightly against her. She couldn't break free as Andrea pulled her down to the carpet and tore off her Halloween costume. Susie whimpered as she tried to push Andrea's hand away, but was helpless as her white cotton panties were pulled down. The panties, with two hearts pinned together by an arrow, were her favorite and she had worn them as a surprise for Josh. She was frozen in fear as Andrea slid her hand down and lightly rubbed her middle finger back and forth across her teen clit, and when she leaned over and licked and sucked her tiny, erect nipples she couldn't help but arch her back. 

"Don't panic, Susie!" Alec called to her, "We're nearly done the ritual! Hang on -- as long as you don't have an orgasm you'll be okay!"

"Fuck," Susie thought, "that isn't gonna be as easy as it sounds." Allison's mom's tongue was teasing her nipples while her fingers did magic tricks between her legs. She watched as Andrea dipped two fingers in her pussy and they came out soaked with her juices.

"You'd better hurry!" Susie yelled.

Alec wished he could help her but knew they couldn't interrupt the ritual. He tried the incantation again, but the cauldron still didn't glow brighter. 

"I don't understand," he said, trying not to panic. "The instructions say to stick the phallic symbol in the vessel -- I put it in the vessel!"

Allison realized what he'd done wrong. "Dad, can you hold Kaylee's leg?"

Alec switched positions with her and tried to pin down the kicking leg. Gabriella had jumped on Kaylee's other leg when Susie had tried to shut the door, and Brody had both her arms pinned behind her head. She kept arching her back and looking back at him with her mouth open, her eyes begging him to slide his cock in. He quickly looked up at the ceiling.

Allison went to the cauldron, took her dildo out, and ran her tongue around the head before sucking on it a few times, getting it nice and wet with her saliva.

"Why the hell did you do that?" Alec asked his daughter.

"Oops...force of habit." Embarrassed, Allison quickly continued. "I think the reason the incantation isn't working is because the cauldron isn't the vessel -- Kaylee is!"

"Kaylee?" Alec said, not understanding until he noticed Gabriella spreading Kaylee's legs while his daughter knelt between them.

Allison slid her favorite dildo into her best friend -- not for the first time -- and made a twisting motion with her wrist as she stroked it back and forth. Alec read out the third incantation as Kaylee contorted in pleasure. The cauldron glowed brighter again.

"We're almost done!" Gabriella cried, trying to hold Kaylee's leg as she twisted and ground against the dildo. "What's the next step?"

Alec hadn't mentioned it yet, as he wasn't sure how she'd react. "Brody has to screw her."

"What? Are you kidding me?" she said, glaring at her boyfriend as if it was his idea. "No way...I 'm not going to allow it!"

"Someone has to have intercourse with her to get the cauldron to the final stage. And then come in her to complete the ritual!"

"Then you can fuck her!" she said.

"I can't do that," Alec whispered, worried his wife would hear him. "She's Allison's best friend!"

"Well, Brody's my boyfriend!"

"Gabby!" Brody interrupted. "Quit being so fucking jealous! You saw what it's like out there. We have to help them end this -- any way we can!" 

Meanwhile, Susie's moaning was getting louder. Andrea had moved down as Susie parted her legs, her panties now around one ankle, and was slowly licking her tongue up and down between Susie's pink pussy lips, tasting her sweet nectar. She softly flicked her tongue out, teasing her clit.

"Goddamnit," Susie moaned, "where did your mom learn to eat pussy so good!" She couldn't help herself as she grabbed Andrea's head and lifted her hips to give her tongue full access.

Allison continued to tease her friend with the dildo as the others argued over who was going to fuck her. Unexpectedly, Kaylee started to chant.

"Oh jeez, they can talk!" Gabriella cried.

Alec looked over at the cauldron and was horrified to see the chanting was making its bright glow fade. "She's dispelling the ritual, someone shut her up!" 

Brody held Kaylee's wrists down with one hand and tried to clamp his other over her mouth, but she broke free of his grip and immediately started undoing his pants again. He covered her mouth with one hand while he tried to keep his pants up with the other. She was too strong though as she pulled his hand away and tugged his pants down, once again freeing his throbbing erection.

"Brody!" Gabriella hissed, as she saw how excited he was.

He reached down to pry Kaylee's hands off his cock but she started chanting again. He clamped his hands back over her mouth and she grabbed his cock again. He was fighting a losing battle.

Alec was still struggling to hold Kaylee's leg as he watched the cauldron fade, but her chanting abruptly stopped and the cauldron glowed brightly again. "You did it!" he said, "You stopped her from -- "

As Alec turned around he realized why Kaylee had stopped chanting. She'd pulled Brody close enough to get her mouth on him and was bobbing up and down on his swollen shaft. He had a panicked look on his face as he tried to push her away, but her arms were locked around his waist.

"Don't make her stop!" Alec said. "As long as her mouth is...busy, she can't chant to dispel the ritual. Hang on -- we'll be finished soon!"

"You'd better hurry up!" he groaned, as Kaylee worked his cock over like a woman possessed.

"You'll have to do it, Dad," Allison said, as she pulled the sopping dildo out of Kaylee. "You've gotta fuck her!"

"Are you sure, honey? I know she's your friend."

"Do her, or we're all gonna be sex zombies!"

Alec could hear Susie moaning desperately in the hallway as his wife's tongue pushed her to the edge. And he could see Brody's eyes rolling back as Kaylee furiously jacked his cock into her mouth.

"Hurry up and fuck her!" Gabriella cried.

Allison knew there was no other way. Her dad purposely looked away as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. She could see Gabriella was as surprised as her when they saw how big her dad's cock was. Getting him hard to fuck Kaylee obviously wasn't going to be a problem as his eight-incher was completely erect and really, really thick. His cock was definitely bigger than Adam's and maybe even bigger than Billy's.

The girls spread Kaylee's legs for Alec. He quickly kneeled between them and went to stick his cock in, but as she bucked and twisted he couldn't line it up with her hole. He had to put both of his hands on her waist to hold her down. He lifted one hand to guide his rod inside her but she started bucking again and he needed both hands to pin her down. His pole was bouncing around her opening as he tried to thrust it in without using his hands.

Gabriella saw he needed help and quickly reached out with her free hand and grabbed his cock. She squeezed it and gave it a few strokes, even though it was plenty hard, and guided him into Kaylee's pussy. 

Her golden eyes smoldered as she watched Alec penetrate her. As he started pumping his thick cock in and out of her, she sucked Brody's smooth shaft even faster and he could see her eyes glowing like a sunrise.

Gabriella read out the final incantation. Nothing happened.

Alec hadn't noticed, as he'd entered paradise. "Oh my god," he thought, as he plowed her perfect pussy. "Sam was right, she is a fucking sweet piece of ass."

Gabriella quickly read the incantation again and still nothing happened.

"Dad!" Allison cried, as she grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. "We need to put the dildo back in her!"

"No," he groaned, "I'm supposed to fuck her...let me know when I can come!"

"You've got to turn her over, Dad! Get her on top of you!"

Alec wasn't sure what Allison had planned, but he was too far gone to argue. He reached his arm underneath Kaylee and kept his cock inside her as he rolled over until she was straddling him. Once she was on top, she slammed herself up and down on his thick stick. He pulled her down to him, crushing her firm breasts against his chest and lifting her ass in the air. Brody's cock had come out of her mouth when she rolled over and, even though she hadn't started chanting again, he stuck it back in. Gabriella couldn't resist reaching out and fondling Kaylee's breasts as she watched her bouncing her up and down on Alec's big pole.

Susie was wiggling her ass on the carpet as she ground her pussy against Andrea's mouth. "Oh fuuuuuck...I'm cumming!" she moaned.

Allison quickly sucked the dildo a couple more times and placed the head against Kaylee's ass. She had put her favorite dildo in every one of her best friend's holes, but not this one. She pushed, twisting the dildo as it stretched her virgin asshole and finally slid in. 

Allison nodded at Gabriella, and she read the final incantation. Instantly, the cauldron flared with a blinding light.

"Now, Dad!" Allison cried. "Come in her now!"

Alec had his hands on Kaylee's hips and was driving her onto his swollen cock as his daughter worked the purple dildo back and forth in her ass. He looked back and saw Andrea and Susie coming toward them, both of their eyes glowing golden.

Alec groaned as he felt a new sensation. "Oh, fuck...that feels great," he said.

Brody, who was getting the best blowjob of his life, looked behind Kaylee and saw that Gabriella had reached back and was rubbing and kneading Alec's big balls to help him come while she played with Kaylee's yummy breasts.

The sight of his girlfriend pleasuring another man instantly pushed him over the edge. He knew he was going to come and tried to pull out but Kaylee was a step ahead of him; her hand moved like a snake as it seized his shaft and kept him from escaping between her lips. She bobbed one more time and he unleashed his load.

"Hurry!" Gabriella cried, as Brody's eyes turned golden. He slid his cock out of Kaylee's mouth and turned in Allison's direction.

Alec couldn't believe how tightly Kaylee's pussy was squeezing his cock as she drove herself up and down on it. Gabriella was frantically working his balls as she begged him to come. Alec felt himself falling away, like he was in a dream.

He flooded Kaylee's cumbox, and a fountain of golden light erupted from the cauldron and filled the den. As the light faded, the cauldron was black and cold again.

Andrea stopped. She looked around and realized she was inside her house -- and completely naked. The last thing she remembered was Steve fucking her beside the house; it had surprised her because he knew not to come over unless Alec wasn't home. She also wondered why her mouth tasted like pussy.

Kaylee wondered why her mouth was filled with the sticky taste of cum, and was astonished when she realized the huge cock inside her was Allison's dad's. And when she looked back and saw her best friend plugging her favorite dildo into her ass she was completely bewildered.

"Holy shit, I must have got pretty fucking wasted last night!" Kaylee said. "That really was the best Halloween party ever!"



Don't Anyone Tell Sybille



I was once known as Sybille, but not anymore. May I explain?

Dad was a farmer who grew up loving stories of the Old West, so much so he named me 'Jesse'. What with our last name being James, I went by my middle name 'William'. Most folks ended up calling me 'Willy James', suiting me just fine. Mother died a year after I was born. She was a troubled woman who never got over post part-em depression. 

My old man had been set on naming his next son 'Frank', in keeping with the outlaw theme. He never remarried and we were to become an army of two. We rarely saw eye to eye on things but he persevered to make a man of me. 

He taught me everything he knew and half of whatever he could make up. He was also a damn fine auto mechanic, too fine to resist passing his skills onto me. I went on in life to tell that, without him, I wouldn't have amounted to anything, not a goddamn thing.

He taught me all about hunting and nature out on the land around our farm. Our earliest walks found us together with him leading me by the hand. For many years, we walked shoulder to shoulder. At the end, I steadied him along the path.

Sometimes, I feel like we're still out there; with old eyes looking, with young eyes looking. 

My constant contact with nature refined my senses of intuition. Once when putting a mange ridden coyote out of its misery, an ancient presence flooded in around me. From that day on, I experienced premonitions and visions, enabling me to predict events and to see into people's beings. I did, on occasion, see an entity within people while looking into their eyes. This made me uncomfortable at first, but I learned to cope with a world where horror lurked behind every blade of grass. 

Visions in dreams were far less disconcerting than those that gripped my waking mind. I predicted some people's deaths and sometimes detected serious illnesses hiding in the still living. Also, I began having vivid wet dreams, always with the same woman. During these cathartic encounters, I would be paralyzed and without voice. I had no girlfriends while growing up, so I became adept at pleasing myself. Often I would heighten my arousal with women's lingerie, something I regarded at the time to be a shameful practice. I'd learned it was wrong but it felt too good to stop. 

I tried to live on my own after Dad passed on. Finding I had lost my taste for farming, I reluctantly sold the place. I met a great girl and did alright as an auto mechanic in the cities and towns all over Western Canada. This would all end for me when I fell prey to a bad head injury. I couldn't talk properly afterwards, nor could I sequence the steps to take in repair jobs. My personal life took a hit too. I would lose my patience and my temper with people very abruptly.

I had been neat and calm person before the accident, that changed as well. I would act on impulse with no thought of consequences. I was left unemployable and unable to love. 

I was forced out of my chosen career and started living on my meager savings.

My girlfriend left me and I don't blame her. I acted like I was possessed when she would come near. I couldn't bring myself to listen to her voice anymore or even let her finish a sentence. When she began to think I just used her for sex, everything fell apart. I still loved her but couldn't stand living with her reproachful brand of pity anymore. I was certain the day would come when I'd fly off the handle and hurt her. I came to be glad she found the strength to leave me. 

In time, my powers of speech returned to near normal. I still spoke with a slight slur, which thwarted many a job interview. I could see things in the eyes of my interviewers; some had shockingly sinister beings looking out of their pupils, staring into me, mocking me. Needless to say, I wouldn't return to employers bearing evil. 

I was no stranger to these visions but things had turned to the worse. During mundane one on one conversations, folks would break into monotone voice, with eyes glazed over, changing the topic to reveal secrets of my own. I was no longer an observer, no longer a hunter. I was the one being pursued. 

On occasion, it would be me who blurted things out without the slightest idea of what I was about to say. Once someone asked rhetorically, musingly, what would become of some rich woman's daughters. I replied, "By this time next year they will both be gone. One's running away with an army boy and the other to another province. She'll never see them again." This abrupt statement was met with shocked silence. 

I left their house immediately, never to return. A year later, my prediction came true. Until then, I'd been discreet with my predictions but I had gone and publicly outed myself as a psychic. I was told it ran in the family, so nobody was all that surprised. I became Willy, the reluctant clairvoyant. 

What some would call a gift became a nightmare. Word of my abilities spread. Although some avoided me, others set out to meet with me when I could barely tolerate their company. I was too depressed already and advising people only added to my exhaustion. 

Enough was enough. I did a midnight packing job, on impulse one night and by morning, I was headed to the west coast. Dad had always wanted to go there, planting the idea in my head many years ago. With a weary sense of well being, I set my sights on my new home. I'd found a small upstairs apartment in a medium sized tourist town. It was time to make a deal. 

Oddly, the elderly landlord told me I could use the vacant storefront space downstairs for no extra charge. Cautiously, I peered into his eyes, seeing nothing sinister. Instead, a bewitching female spirit appeared, one of a benign and knowing nature. She smiled sympathetically as she made a 'come hither' gesture. It was her, the one who had kick started my sexual awakening, my dream lover. Although memories of her nocturnal visits caused my scalp to tense and tingle, seeing her convinced me I was on the right track. 

The landlord sent me a note later, telling he had a good feeling about me. He said to send the rent, in the form of money orders, whenever I could manage. He had moved to the south to stay, entrusting me with his property. For the first time in the longest while, I had gotten a break and was where I belonged. 

But what to do with the store downstairs? It was too small, too seedy looking to sublet, plus the landlord said it was something he'd rather I not do. "Should I sell antiques?" I asked myself aloud. No, I liked them too much to sell to the trendy tourists just looking for the cute and quaint. Oh, how that would have frayed my nerves. A few more possible ventures occurred to me. Each new idea tired me more thoroughly than the last. I climbed the stairs and went to bed. 

I dreamt of her. Again she beckoned. In one hand she held a shining bowl of water, in the other, she held gold coins. She held the latter towards me and smiled. My own face appeared above the bowl, peering down into its depths. Seconds later, I found myself staring into the eyes of myself as a woman. My female image mouthed the words, "Shed light on them," followed by "Scryer". I trusted that the familiar spirit in the dream had my best interests at heart. I learned 'scrying' was a form of fortune telling. 

I awoke in a cold sweat. What was the meaning of this? After a few days of thought following a few nights immersed in the same dream, its meaning became clear; I was to open a fortune teller's shop, acting the part of a woman. I felt that I'd attract far more clients as a woman, gaining as a bonus the anonymity I so craved. I had to admit to myself the excitement cross dressing held for me. It was something I'd sworn to leave in my past, yet had listed it in a nonchalant manner as one more part of my business plan. The cobwebs of my past had gained the strength of cables. I surrendered to the undertow. 

I tried to talk myself out of embarking on such a cliched and hackneyed venture. My landlord's trust pushed me to proceed, as did my fear of poverty. I still held stoically to my values, even though some people would take a dim view of my plan. Screw them. 

The first order of business was to register for a small business license. This was no problem as I had gone through it before with my ex girlfriend. The act of repeating it brought back memories, and with them pain. I wanted her back in my life for the first time in years. I quickly banished all thoughts of trying to contact her when I pictured myself telling fortunes while masquerading as a woman. 

The job of reverse painting a window sign didn't worry me, as I'd done a few years ago. The next thing was to find suitable store decor items. It wasn't nearly as costly as I'd feared. I found most of what I needed at an estate sale held at a town nearby. The items I bid on were those of an actress, long since retired. The best of the bunch was an old steamer trunk packed full of stage apparel. "'Tis a harbinger of good fortune," I laughed in a theatrical voice, as I lugged the taboo cargo upstairs to my bedroom. 

I draped each and every item of the ladies' clothing against my body, estimating their affect to my appearance. I was standing at the forefront of a new awakening. Erotic energies flowed throughout my being as I felt a compulsion to dive into my new clothing collection. Maybe prompting this was the lingering female scent; maybe it was something deeper. 

My farm bred self reliance paid off, made apparent by the fast remodeling of my store as well as myself. I had put the hard work behind me and was fully committed to my new role in life. I had to learn the ways of successful cross dressers. I cavorted around wearing richly decorated antique gypsy dresses with long, flowing wigs and thick layers of make up. The false eyelashes completed the illusion nicely. I had yet to wear any female under-things; I reserved the luxury of that thrill for later. 

I began to love going out into the streets of town. I felt so free, so alive, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet. Locals had gotten accustomed to me. Some of the men would even flash me a broad smile, nodding a greeting of approval when passing me by. For the first time ever, I felt compelled to glance down at the front their trousers, wondering with morbid curiosity if I'd excited them. I'd caught sight of the occasional splendid phallic outline, causing me to blush. I even began fantasizing about making love to certain men, but only with me as a woman. I guessed I had changed more than I thought. 

Every time I would pass by a mirror, I would be taken aback by the new exotic creature I'd become. Worse than giving myself an occasional start was how I ached to make love to the female me. Fearing I was going insane, I kept telling myself, "This is your life now; don't you ever look back." 

I had yet to open my store, as my permit had a specific starting date. I attracted some attention, however, while putting the finishing touches on my shop. I opened the velvet curtains to burnish the golf leaf letters in the window, giving many a curious passer-by a good look at the new me. These bold, gothic letters proclaimed me a true mystic: Sybille, the reasonably priced clairvoyant. I was well versed in the strategies of people engaged in the business, legitimate and otherwise. I felt I was ready for anything. 

I awoke to perform a full body shave followed by a cleansing shower. I stood at my bedside, my skin tingling and tender, sorting my feminine apparel. I was far past the point of feeling any shame while doing this, feeling only the elation of a soon to be released prisoner. 

For the first time ever, I went all the way, lacing up a red and black corset with padding that gave me an unbelievably nice set of curves. To this, I added stockings, panties, breast forms and high heel shoes. I was unnerved by the unbridled longing I felt towards my reflection, causing my hands to tremble while fastening my garter stays to my lacy stockings. I sighed at the pleasure of my gypsy dress swishing against my silk encased legs. "Oh that I could emerge from this silk cocoon as a real woman," I mused. 

After applying makeup with precision, I gave my reflection a playful wink. I sat in front of my mirror, leaning in to greet the new me, "Hi there sexy. How'd you like a fuck?" My cock reacted, rearing with an intense throb while ejecting beads of pre-come. I bolted upright, crossed my legs, trapping my aching cock between them. I grasped the arms of my easy chair and ground my bottom against the seat cushion, providing the root of my cock with a good massage. "Okay, okay, save this for later. Get to work, dammit!" I chuckled. 

I couldn't resist stroking my manhood while wriggling around in my snug little panties. I paused to adjust my wig, then started handling my cock again, yearning to venture past the brink. I closed my eyes, losing myself to intense pleasure. I was filled with sensual fulfillment I had lacked for so long. I remembered relations with my ex girlfriend, imagining I was about to flood the clutches of her appreciative pussy. 

My sexual release was not to be. Mere seconds before coming, someone shook my shoulder roughly. An icy and unseen hand held my wrist, freezing me to stillness. I felt a cold breath against my ear. It chilled me to the core, impressing upon me its message. It said simply, "No. Shed light on them. Go now." The voice had a musical cadence, its pitches rose and fell, breaking into complex harmonies that ricocheted around the room. 

The strange thing was, I wasn't at all surprised. Instead, I was grateful for guidance. I supposed that my sexual energy had something to do with my ability to consult the spirits and needed to be conserved. Naturally, I couldn't promise deny my sexual needs forever, but for today I would.

For today was a very special day; it was opening day. I recalled sincere letters from people who wanted their turn at the soothsayer's table. Whenever someone had knocked to be let in, I would answer with a gesture to a small sign in the window stating the first day of business. No early birds. 

The clock struck nine as I sat at my table. Around the corner was my small waiting room. I had filled it with all description of occult paraphernalia, all safe guarded against pilfering. You can't always predict what people are up to, not even a psychic can do that. 

My first client arrived. I glanced at her as the door chimes rattled a random song. I sought to hold her gaze as a confidence building measure. She was too nervous for this, looking away as she took a seat in the waiting room. She dutifully studied the instructions spelled out on the dividing wall. She was to wait there before entering the sanctity of my scrying room. 

I called to her in the deep and sultry voice I'd been practicing, "Come to me, the spirits await." I was briefly disgusted, regretting the triteness of my own words. I motioned towards the carved wooden box to my side. She inserted a twenty and leaned in to face me. She wasn't at all whom I'd expected to meet; she wasn't some middle aged, flustered housewife seeking relief from boredom. "She's a fair and winsome lass," I joked silently.

She was tall and leggy. I estimated her age to be in her mid twenties, maybe younger. Her jeans were worn thin from neglect and travel, perhaps. She had the most striking face with captivating green eyes and opulent, pink lips. Her hair was long and blonde, flowing down around her shoulders, prompting in me, urges to caress her slight shoulders. Her jean jacket swung open, revealing her jiggly shelf of breast flesh.

I savored the ripe fullness of her natural endowment straining behind the thin fabric of her blouse. Her lack of a bra allowed me to easily discern the location of her proud nipples and even her puffy, dimpled areolae. With my face awash in the heat of her exposed cleavage, I wondered just how soothing it would be to have my hard staff between them. How unladylike was that? 

"Just a second," she said, breaking my reverie. She turned her back to me while removing her jean jacket. My eyes widened upon discovery of her perfectly curved derriere crowning the glorious curvature of her legs. She paused to raise the belt line of her jeans, coaxing the constrictive, threadbare denim into her most intimate of areas.

I was treated to the brief, pulse quickening view of a tiny triangle of light, peeking out from between the convergence her thighs and the mound of her sex. I tried in earnest to look the part of a lady; lustful interests were to be denied. I repeated to myself once again: avoid seeing her in a prurient way, for the sake of the reading. 

She introduced herself as Lena Jones, a false name, I presumed. Most notably, was how distinctly out of place she seemed. Maybe she was uncomfortable in her own skin, maybe it was something else. I peered into the polished bowl of water between us. Would anything come through? She was my first paying customer and my acceptance of money threatened to dull my gift of vision. 

At first, I saw nothing. When Lena started to speak, I responded with a dismissive gesture, frowning intently into the swirling scrying bowl. I focused on a point below the table in silent meditation. I realized the door had been left unlocked. "Lock the door child, we can't have others with us." My words floated away to acknowledge the unknown. 

Lost in images and faint voices, I didn't notice her follow my instructions. With eyes closed, I reached out to her. The second her fingers graced my waiting palms, I reopened my eyes to discover her likeness in the shifting waters. 

What I saw there was shocking. There she was with a full sized, erect penis jutting proudly from her unzipped jeans. She was attempting to persuade my likeness, my female self, to perform oral sex on her. I began to tremble as I watched the image of her round hips rotating in a vulgar fashion. She was trying to tease me, to have me drop my guard, to have her press the bulging head of her erection to my red lips.

I watched with detached fascination as our likenesses locked eyes and she inched her cock towards my mouth. At that instant, I felt a heated swarm of electricity, like the vibration of angry bees, converging around my throbbing genitals. I was lost in weightless, dizzying bliss. I dropped her delicate hands and grasped at my temples. I tipped my head back in ecstasy. 

My erection, having escaped the confines of my lace panties, spewed forth ecstatic ribbons of my sexual essence across my quivering thighs, coating my stocking tops. I released a reverberating guttural moan. The secrets and intimacy of the moment would be etched indelibly in my memory.

"Oh wow, what did you see, Sybille?" She searched my bleary eyes as I struggled to recover.

"I can't tell you," I answered dryly. I crossed my legs in vain, failing to contain the shifting remains of my thick, white eruption.

"I see. I suppose you'll need more money now." She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"No, that is not that at all the case. You will need you to return however." A familiar voice in my head told me what to tell her next. Without questioning how my message may upset the girl, I continued. "I know your secret. You must purge yourself of all sexual tensions before our next meeting. You must give yourself an orgasm." I looked away while shifting around uncomfortably. I squared my shoulders, bracing for the onslaught to come. 

"What!" shouted Lena. She leapt to her feet, sending her chair screeching across the ancient hardwood floor. Her breasts rebounded together, juddering wildly, punctuating her outrage. She grabbed her jacket and spun around to leave. She slammed into the locked door, fumbled with the lock and was gone. I noticed she had forgotten her purse. I sighed while prodding at it dejectedly with my foot.




Don't Anyone Tell Sybille



Before long, Lena stormed back into my shop, pumping her lithe arms savagely. She glared at me while snatching repeatedly at her purse straps. I thought she would spit on me, by the way she had her lips drawn back across her clenched teeth. Her eyes were reddened and brimmed with tears. I stared impassively as she searched for words. "Pervert! You're nothing but con artist trash!" she snarled. Her expression grow bolder. She began smirking at me in an all too knowing way, coaxing her words to cut ever deeper. 

I reeled, awash in humiliation. A claustrophobic coil of tension gripped me, robbing me of my pulse, stealing my life's own breath. She had cornered a wild animal and didn't know it. I delivered my next line with calm deliberation. "So tell me Lena Jones, or whatever your name is, what's it like being a woman with a nice hard cock of her very own?"

I cringed at the bolt of regret passing through me. Lena's eyes widened, her long lashes fluttered, her mouth gaped in disbelief. I almost laughed at her hand covering the crotch of her jeans. Lena backed away in haste, shaking her head in disbelief. She jerkily covered her breasts with her forearm, all but spilling so much fleshy cargo from her low cut blouse. 

Her formerly beautiful face contorted with enraged humiliation. "No! No fucking way! This is not happening! No fucking way could you know!" She sputtered, "You freak. You dirty bitch! You monst... Oh shit!" Her retreating heels caught floor boards, tripping her in mid shriek. She toppled in a reverse somersault, cracking her skull on the floor.

I had no inclination to laugh anymore. Lena lay motionless as crimson rivulets trailed from her nostrils. "Oh no! Lena!" I locked the door and closed the curtains on my way to her crumpled body. The words of our heated exchange had become irrelevant. She was someone needing love, not reflections of her own hatred. 

I fought a lump in my throat as I cradled her in my arms. I rocked her like a baby, kissed her forehead, praying she'd be okay. The room was spinning as I slipped my arm under her. I brushed locks of her hair away from her face, trailing profane passages of the ugliest graffiti with her blood. Lena was alive, thankfully, as evidenced by the rise and fall of her tender breasts. They looked more precious and beautiful than any I had ever seen.

She was hurt and fragile and holding her was myself, a total fraud of a human being. Compounding my shame, was my undeniable attraction to her frail form. My lord, she was adorable. I cried for the first time in many years. I sat there holding her, sobbing selfishly in denial of long forgotten embraces. I wish I could say I hadn't carried on like that, but I can't. 

She awoke, I sighed in relief. 

She stared with renewed boldness, into my eyes. She whispered, "Let me go. I have to go." She pushed me away with disdain. She explained to me that she needed to clean herself up before leaving as she did not relish an embarrassing medical exam. I readily agreed as I didn't need the bad press around town. I helped her upstairs to the washroom. She shot me an icy stare as she closed the door between us. Just before I started down the stairs, I heard her ask in a wavering voice, "Hey, um, did you check out my 'junk' while I was out?" I assured her I had not. 

The aged plumbing creaked and quaked above me. I secured the room's privacy before snatching a handful of paper towels. I sat, baring my legs in the safe confines of my shop, swabbing the slick sperm from myself, wondering what to do next. As I went to stand, an unseen hand shoved me, sending me back to my seat. The hand passed though the silk, sheer weave of my panties to grasp my penis. I gasped in response, leaned back in my chair, frozen and speechless.

A contemptuous voice gusted across the side of my face, stating simply, "You failed." I gripped the sides of my chair as the invisible being continued with aggression. She twisted my cock with ever tightening, agonizing pressure. A wave of hurt and confusion weighed heavily in the room. The attack ended with Lena's descending footfalls. I composed myself.

She stood, drying her hair, saying in jest, "Well Sybille, I sure hope you have trip and fall insurance, 'cause if you don't you're going to be working for me." I smiled sheepishly. Adopting a more serious tone, she added, "I was wrong and I'm sorry for what I called you. You do scare me though." I nodded in understanding.

Happily confused by her change in demeanor, it was my turn to deliver a half hearted joke. "Lena, don't forget your purse. The spirits command you." She spun on her heels, flashing a broad smile. It was rare joy to see her pat her head while pouting comically. Still smiling, she left my shop.

"See you later?" I called after her. 

"Not if I see you first." 

I managed to perform three more readings after she left. I could see the reflected face of the entity lurking over my shoulder. At the end of each reading, the spirit would turn her attention to tormenting what lay between my legs.

When finished telling an old widow where her late husband hid the car keys, I was rewarded with the spirit giving a few firm strokes to my hardening penis. A warning of a cheating woman's affair being discovered earned me a rough kiss on my glans. It was brief and artlessly applied. The consequence of a prostate tumor warning to a local school teacher was a full length engulfment of my solid inches into the chilling depths of the spirit's mouth. She would bring me close to climaxing then stop, leaving me shaking with confused outrage and lust.

I closed shop for the day, after detaining my last client in trivial conversation for the longest while. I was never so hopeless and fatigued as I readied myself for bed. I slept with abused genitals secured between my thighs in a meek attempt to fend off my tormenter. I awoke upon hearing her sinister, breathy laughter. Wafts of sulfurous perfume accompanied a faint flicker of light at my bedside. I rolled onto by back to await the inevitable. With limbs akimbo, I waited.

Her distinct weight compressed my mattress, followed by her oppressive and forceful mounting of my chest. She slid down to my groin to grind against my sex. Chilled tears of dread flowed. I swallowed hard, speaking plain words to the dark, "What do you want with me?" A stifled scream welled within me.

All traces of light vanished. I transitioned from depths of despair into the vacuum of a secret realm where only she and I existed. She materialized. 

All sense and reason fell away as her terrible beauty filled my vision. Her pointed response: "I want nothing of you, I need. That is all." 

Her voice was firm and clear. Her lips had moved in slow motion, out of synch with her words. I was, at once, awestruck and horrified. She loomed before me, seething and breathing deeply, as if becoming accustomed to the novelty of being. She regarded me with lustful scorn. Her raven black hair fluttered, upswept by winds unknown. Her crimson skin glowed from within, emanating heat. 

She wore a jet black, thorny corset, matching her thigh boots. Leathery, claw tipped wings expanded and menaced. Huge naked breasts heaved in time with her breaths. Her face was that of previous visions, but topped with twisted, glimmering horns. She possessed high cheekbones, along with all the features of female perfection. I was so entranced by her eyes, too black, too deep to describe. 

My eyes lingered on her thighs, at their smooth curves concealing the rippling strength of her intertwining sensuous muscles. Between her legs dwelled the slick seat of her womanhood, nakedly engorged in a vulgar display of sexual prowess. 

She smirked at my fascination. Her clitoris emerged from below black thickets of pubic hair. Her clit swelled and trembled like a scorpion's tail drying in the morning light. It strained with need, displacing her dripping pussy lips. 

She furthered her arousal by raking the fine scales of her tail hotly between her legs. Its obscene spade tip throbbed in response. She leered at me beneath lowered brows as she hooked her thumb around her stiff clitty. Her taut abdomen tensed in time with her ragged gasps as she guided her tail's end into the depths of her squelching tunnel. 

She smiled lecherously, parted her lips and displayed gleaming white teeth in a grotesque vision of hellish lust. Her head arched rearward, eyes shut in bliss while her unearthly sighs shattered my senses. I wanted nothing more than to escape. I closed my eyes, lost in throws of regret. How I wished to be back home on the farm, far from this world I'd faltered into. 

In time, I dared another glance. She thrust her pelvis towards me, while she continued to violate herself. I clung to the bed as it absorbed the terrible force of her lascivious motions. My erection reared up, all turgid and veiny, defying my will. I wanted none of this, but had no will to resist. 

She stopped ramming herself in mid stroke to reach out with upturned palms and raised eyebrows. Her lengthy, twisted nails repulsed me. She mixed a pout with a grin, making sure I watched her extrude her tail's bulb from her oozing sex sheath. She lifted the slimy tip of her tail to her lips, while looking me square in the eye. She fluttered her lashes, holding my gaze as she flicked her long tongue at her glistening organ. I tensed my ass, terrified that she planned on impaling me. My cock wilted.

"Do I not please you? Do you not love me?" she growled, dragging her gnarled fingernails along my failing manhood. Sparks of her sexual power resurrected my staff. My mouth moved on its own, sounding a message heard only by her. Oh god, what words had I spoken? 

"Perfect answer, slave! We shall now be one." I clutched the bed covers, attempting to escape, to avoid contact. She rose up, turned her back to me and paced backwards, straddling my trembling body. More slow, deliberate steps followed until her spiked heels were at my armpits. 

My eyes froze on the expanse of her hot red buttocks above me, at her clasping hand covering her dripping gash, at her threatening tail rearing with lust. She gurgled with slutty arousal while shifting her weight from side to side, performing a playful, sadistic dance, celebrating her mastery over me. She moaned while squatting to brandish her vile sex mound above my face. The parting of her sex lips brimmed with rows of long retracting claws, intensifying my horror. 

I tensed as she raked her prodding clitoris across my lips. She squealed with delight at my pitiful resistance, then dropped her haunches forcefully, sealing her pussy around my nose and mouth. I gasped in response, opening to receive her sex. I believed my only hope was to please her.

She roared with pleasure as I tongued her pussy, urging my lips towards her engorged clitty. I wrapped my tongue around her rock hard sex fang and sucked dutifully, drawing forth howls of satisfaction.

Then came a mercy. I left my body. Floating above the unholy union below, detached, I recited a poem I'd written for my ex girlfriend. "With my tongue, I played her. How lively was my bow amid the tautness of her sex, honored to be praised in songful joy." On trying to remember more, I was pulled back into my body. 

She paused in her humping of my face to lean back, crushing my nose into her ass. Her hard, red buttocks surrounded my face. "Swallow!" she ordered. I knew I must allow her secretions to run into my throat. At the start of my first gulp, she gushed more of her sexual essence into me. It started as a torrent of horrible stench, then changed to an intoxicating sweetness. She lurched forward to grasp my cock, lapping at the pre-come in the cleft of my glans. She pumped my shaft with impatience, craving more nectar. She purred in approval at my sex offering. 

"I need. I need energy. I need your all," she panted. She stood and prepared to receive. She stared into my eyes as a flicker of doubt flashed between us. My senses reeled. I watched in disbelief as she settled down around my hardness. 

I did not expect my cock to become numb upon entering her, but it did. I could only liken my penetration of her to plunging my cock into freezing jelly. She looked at me with sorrow. Lifting herself from me reluctantly, she sobbed, "Willingly. It cannot be other." Again, my mouth spoke words unheard by me, asking of her, informing her, negotiating with her.

"No! All is mine, not for you!" she uttered. I shrugged, enraging her. She glared at me, defeated but proceeded to spread her gash above my throbbing staff. I entered her fully. I was confused by the new, clutching heat within her. She kneaded her breasts as her pussy milked me. I felt a deep urgency grow, sending darting impulses to the tip of my cock. My balls ached with the rapid gathering of pressure. She sang out in joyful sighs as she slammed her voluptuous haunches against mine with increasing speed, urging my explosive release. 

I willingly, recklessly, filled her needful passage with my hot seed. On sensing the first spurt, she locked eyes on me, squatting down one last time. Her pubic hair rasped against my skin. Her jagged sex lips ensnared my cock at its base, succeeding to engulf, to chamber my spent testicles. She rolled them together dexterously within her leathery slit. She had made me her toy, her living sex doll.

She followed through with a steadily upward, wrenching pull into her depths. She spread her wings, leered in triumph and exhaled. She sunk her nails into the quivering flesh of the small of my back. Locking me to her loins, she raised to her knees. I shook with defeated humiliation as I felt her wedging the tip of her tail into my tight, twitching anus. She twisted her throbbing spade into me, splaying my sphincter and invading me. She drummed her organ against my prostate, urging me to second, nerve wracking climax.

Held captive in the vice of her sex, I resigned myself to her slow, deliberate gathering of my sperm. My quivering buttocks hovered a foot above the bed, the altar of my defilement, as she plunged her tail into my wretched hole. I hung from between her legs, used and destroyed, as her grasping cunt ingested the last traces of my semen. 

Silence roared between us as she eased her member out of me. She lowered us to the bed and sighed. With my rod still inside her, she swiveled in a half rotation. She reclined, allowing her leathery wings to fold against my chest. The merging began. Is that what I had asked for? I underwent a gradual, electrifying torture, resulting in the fusing of our persons. Our flesh, our blood, combined to sizzle and churn in defiance.

Unsteady as a newborn calf, I rose to my feet, possessed with new power and vision. I surveyed shimmering images of an unearthly landscape. Mountains towered, lava streamed, pooling in the sweeping expanse. Scarcely able to believe, barely clinging to sanity, I heard her command. "Go forth." I was elated beyond description to have survived. All surroundings faded to nothing. I fell to my bed and slept.

When I awoke, I wondered why. Why was I so alert? I felt more powerful, more energetic than ever. I sat upright and heard the familiar voice of my tormentor, "Wait for her." I paused, the memories of the impossible night before flooded back. I felt a heaviness weighing on my chest while trying to sit upright. Shocked, I discovered my two enormous breasts. 

My hands fluttered across them, kneading them as I explored the hot weightiness of them. My heart pounded as I slipped my hands down to my cock. Found intact, I nodded in deference at the familiar heft of it, half hoping to find a vagina. I lifted my new, well rounded hips to check for a tail. No tail was there. Relieved, I slid off the bed and staggered off to seek my reflection. 

I loved what I had become. It was all mine, my smooth face, my hairless skin like translucent ivory. It was all me, my raven black tresses, my voluptuous torso, my long sculpted legs, my sexy she cock. All mine. I could still recognize my face, but oh my, how full and feminine my lips were now. My eyes danced and shone with new life. I turned to admire the fullness of my pear shaped buttocks. I was now complete. I bent over and flexed my firm ass cheeks, enjoying my reflection immensely. I, filled with glee, climbed into bed and laughed until grateful tears streamed down my face.

I swirled slick pre-come around my solid erection, shivering in ecstasy. I pushed my nipples upward to suck them passionately. Letting my breasts fall, I marveled at how they bounced and swayed. Perfect! I crossed my legs at mid thigh, reveling at the womanly warmth of my new body. I caressed myself with awe and wonder, still wondering if it was all a dream. 

Oh, this was too good to be true. I ran to stand in front of the mirror again, planning on orgasmic celebration, planning to send a whale spout of cream all over myself. I was stopped by a disembodied command. "No, wait for her. Shed light." I gave my titties a last kiss and prepared for the business of the day.

The clock struck nine. "Unlock the door, turn the open sign, take your seat," I recited, testing my new and sultry voice. The day was to be filled with more tawdry visions for paying customers. My visions were far clearer now, so much so, I barely needed the scrying bowl. People came, people went, none mentioned the change in me. I stayed open late that night, waiting for Lena. I remembered my instructions: "Wait for her. Shed light." 

"Hi, got time for one last customer?" asked Lena, checking the clock. I nodded sagely as she advanced. No jeans today, instead she wore a black leather mini skirt, matching pantyhose and high heels. Her breasts looked as gorgeous as ever, their ample volume supported by a brassiere this time. I turned my attention to her long, sexy legs. Her black hosiery enhanced sensuous curves to full potential. My cock stirred, swelled, then breached the confines of my panties. My heart raced, pounding in fluttering rhythms. I flushed hotly, enjoying the lewd swelling of my nipples. She seated herself opposite me, glancing up curiously.

"You look different today. Hmm, strange... " she trailed off, musing.

I leaned forward, chafing my bare cock head against my stocking tops. I parted my legs slightly and suppressed shivers of longing. I couldn't help but smile at my own secretive arousal. I arched my brows innocently to ask, "How so?"

"I don't know. Happier maybe?" she suggested. She cast a furtive glance at my heated breast tops, exposed in a glorious display of cleavage. She fixed her gaze ever so briefly on the outline of my erect nipples, then looked away. Lena slouched, blushing despondently as she sat. As if as a punishment, my right garter hook let go, snapping harshly against my flesh. I flinched and leapt up, stubbing my skirted erection into the underside of the table. Ouch.

Wincing, I sat down. Needing to reassert myself, I replied, "Well, business has improved."

"That's not all, by the looks of things," she shot back sarcastically, flashing a look at my big, scandalous breasts. She leaned forward with raised eyebrows, seeking an explanation.

"What? These? They're real. I usually keep them... "

"Oh, whatever," interrupted Lena. "Let's talk about me now, not your big fuckin' tits. I... Oh, sorry." She looked sullen and distracted as she fidgeted with her leggings. 

"I'll just forget you said that. What's on your mind today?" I beamed, fully enjoying my own voice. The words 'big fuckin tits' echoed in my mind, tempting me to show her more. My cock felt like it would never calm down.

"Okay, I did what you said, I got myself off this morning," teased Lena. My eyes widened. "Wanna hear about it?" she added.

"If you insist," I replied, with false indifference. My blood was racing.




Don't Anyone Tell Sybille



We were about to cross a line. We would be lost in what would follow.

Lena was enjoying herself. She stood to act out her story. "First, I showered. Then I covered myself with lotion. I rubbed it all over my boobs, my legs, all over my butt and... " she trailed off. She composed herself, offering a last whisper, "And my cock." Crimson faced, she sank to her chair.

Whoa. How could I have forgotten that?

"Your...?" I asked in feigned surprise. She clasped her face and rose from her seat. She was livid. She threw her hands downward and advanced.

"Here! Look! Look at me!" she ordered. She glared, raising her hem to display a considerable she-cock bulge. "And don't you dare pretend you didn't know! You and your big jiggling tits! What the hell do you expect?" All I could do was stare. And what a sight it was. Lena had her skirt pulled up with her throbbing cock tented behind sheer black pantyhose.

"Well, answer me!" she screeched. Lena stomped towards me, stopping to skid the table out of her way, removing the barrier between us. My seeing bowl spun and crashed to the floor. She palmed the sides of my head while straddling my seated thighs. Grinning into my face and trapping me between her powerful legs, she intoned, "You want me and you know it. You've been checking me out and I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"No, I'm not into girl-cock" I stammered. She pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes in contempt. I was a damn lier; she knew it and I knew it. I was very into in her and her girl-cock.

"Bullshit! I'll bet your pussy's dripping wet. Maybe I should check?" she chided. 

"No. Don't do it. Please don't," I stammered, attempting to cross my legs. My erection popped up from between my thighs. I blushed profusely.

"Look how hard you made me! And you're going to take care of me," she seethed, sliding her panties and hosiery down to release her aroused and wanting member. It sprang free to bob mere inches from my mouth. The fullness of her lusty invader hovered over my wanton cleavage, sending a single drop of pre-come from her glans to break free and vanish between my breasts. 

Her downy ball-sack hung above the outstretched shelf of her pulled-down panties and hosiery, bringing to mind the most surreal of high wire acts. I furrowed my brow at the one testicle rising up above the other one, at a snail's pace. "Hey! Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you! Fuck you! All you fuckers are the same. You take people's money for screwing with their heads. Now how's about some lip service? Heck, maybe I'll even pay you." That last part really pissed me off. 

I told her I was neither a prostitute nor a crook. "Sure you aren't," she cooed while twisting my nipples as if to adjust my attitude. Every time I would open my mouth to object, she'd try to joust her cock into it. Oh how she giggled. 

I fought an urge to taste her dripping cock juices solely for my own pleasure, but instead I blanched with humiliation. I allowed her further abuse of me; it was fun, in a twisted way. I could take this from her simply because she was the lovely Lena, the object of my affection. Lena stopped torturing my tits to unbutton her blouse. I sat with renewed interest, lusting after her bra, her bra overflowing with her pushed-up titty flesh. She waited with her hands encircling her waist, looking off to one side, allowing me to bask in the glow of her immense globes. 

"See? I know you love my boobs," she sighed. Lena grew bored while maintaining her begrudging attitude towards my pleasure. She smiled while closing her blouse. She made her cock swell obscenely, exaggerating the fullness of her glans. "C'mon. Do it and I'll let you look at my boobs again," she bargained. More drops of her pre-come slithered down between my heaving titties. I sat deep in thought, admiring the play of her fluid in my cleavage. She lifted my chin with one hand while sliding her other between my breasts. "C'mon. Do it."

Goose-bumps swarmed my flesh as I considered her offer. Not the money offer, not the offer of her titties; she was offering me her hard cock. I had never so much as even touched another's penis before, but this was different. I wanted her. I ached to touch her, to love her, cock and all. I wished I had a pussy to please her with. I made my decision. I closed my eyes, licking my lips seductively, leaning forward in preparation of pleasing my young vixen. My stomach lurched as I heard her gasp, "Oh god yes! Suck me! Take it!" Lena fisted her shaft while strumming her cock head across my lips. Her pre-come mingled with my lipstick, smearing red translucence all over my face.

I changed my mind; no way could I go through with this. I couldn't suck a cock, not even Lena's. I tried to voice my regretful second thoughts but was silenced by Lena stuffing her thickness into my mouth. There, in one motion, she had done it; I had my mouth full of her throbbing cock and I loved it. I savored her salty droplets as they flowed forth, causing my cock to twitch. 

Lena moaned as I curled my tongue around her glans. I kept my hands on her hips as the slightest touch to my sex would have made me come. I moaned as my erection strained above my tensing thighs. Lena's titties juddered and quaked in her blouse as she face fucked me with abandon, bent on feeding me her thick, scalding ejaculation. She was making me work for it.

I moaned with bliss as I strained to anticipate her every thrust. She fucked too deep and bruised me, bringing hot tears of hurt welling to my eyes. I slipped two of my spit covered fingers into her rubbery anus to flutter inside her. She howled with lust and outrage through clenching teeth. I had invaded her. To control her punishing gyrations, I wrapped my arm around her backside and pulled her close. She pushed back, slapping me about the head and shoulders but failed to regain control. I lifted, with my fingers still in her hot little hole, raising her heels from the floor. 

She moaned as I massaged her crotch teasingly with my thumb. I held her back so I could push the tip of my tongue into her cock slit. I sucked her, with my tongue and her cock moving as a single unit. The crest of her glans strummed my upper lip as she struggled to drive herself deeper. The knuckles of my fingers battered the ring of her clenching anus. While holding fistfuls of my hair, she could only fuck me with short, quick thrusts now. I let her all the way in and wiggled my nose against her soft pubic hair, toggling her rigid staff within my mouth.

Her balls drew up tight to my chin as she rose up on her trembling tip toes. She squared her hips to my face to deliver the last of her long, punishing entries into me. We looked into each other's eyes. I nodded with encouragement, she with weary gratitude. Soon the dam would burst. Soon she'd squirt for me. Soon she'd feed me her cream.

"Keep sucking! Oh god! Don't stop! Oh fuck I'm gonna come baby!" Before she could, a thunderous implosion resounded, accompanied by a flash of sulfurous light. With her cock still hot in my mouth, I looked up at her with pity, knowing we'd gone too far. Lena blinked with confused frustration, fixated on what stood behind me. She said hoarsely, "What the fuck? Oh god, no."

Lena stepped back, depriving me of her forbidden fruit as I pulled my fingers from her backside. The residing spirit had intervened. Lena was being shoved, forced up the stairway by this malevolent being. Lena's heels clattered along the hardwood, her feet scarcely feeling weight. I followed behind, in dumb obedience.

"Bare yourselves," uttered our captor. We undressed. 

Lena did a double take, in appalled confusion, at my cock. She whispered, "You have one too?" How it pained me to see the pleading in her eyes. Our tormenter knelt, stroking her chin, regarding our flaccid cocks with mock curiosity. She flashed us a derisive smile. 

"On the bed, slaves. You are my flesh. Do for me."

Lena had lost control of her actions. She was a mere puppet, her will lost to the powers of the entity. Although her eyes glowered with refusal, she was doomed to obey. I resigned to follow the will of my tormenter. We knelt, facing each-other as our mistress stood with parted legs between us. I obediently leaned forward, tipping my head back to pleasure her dreaded pussy, suckling at her well remembered sex spur within its hooded folds. 

Our tormenter reached back to initiate Lena's submission by forcing her face between the sublime ovals of her huge red buttocks. Lena struggled, only to receive a searing slap of our tormentor's tail. The tail's next function was to hold Lena's head firmly in place, forcing her to perform the most profane of kisses, beginning oral worship of a most foul orifice. My heart sank amid her wretched sobs of humiliation. Our tormenter fairly vibrated with delight at our efforts. She sighed loudly, gusting forth with soaring melodies. 

"Ah, how you do please me!" cried our tormentor. "Now serve me." With that said, she threw us onto the bed, scissoring our legs, slamming our crotches together. Lena looked straight up in mortified resignation as I watched with meek despair. This creature, this force of supreme femininity, willed our cocks back to full readiness. The sight our pressed together staffs in her hands caused her to laugh, musing over the possibilities. "Oh, you wouldn't... really?" I wondered. She leered in comprehension, nodding a certain 'Yes'.

Lena and I shivered, trembling at our mistress' tongue flowing all over our erections. We gasped and lifted our hips when our tormenter sucked our joined penises into her hot mouth. Locks of her raven hair veiled the sight of her lips and tongue deftly caressing our cock flesh. Only visible was the bobbing of our tormenter's head while feeding on our pre-come, on our life energy, consuming us with her greed. 

She drew a cord from her corset and lashed our bulging shafts together. Having fastened them with an intricate knot, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Lena writhed, making our cock heads' ridges and clefts intermingle roughly, all slick and in want. Our tormenter mused at her, mocking her before squatting down. She persuaded our mushroom-esque glans into her horny fissure. She drove her hips down ecstatically, dropping her head to witness the novelty of two throbbing members shuttling into her nasty mound.

Her wings flapped with her every thrust. I could feel the distinct rolling of Lena's sex shaft against my own as we serviced our captor. Lena twisted her hands amid the bed-sheets. Her hips thrashed, urging me to join in tempo. Our tormenter's thrusts were echoed by our own, by that of her prey. It served to excite her, speeding her vulgar assault.

Lena's cock pulsed along side mine, signaling climax. We came hard, filling the sex of our tormenter with abundance. She hissed in satisfaction. Her pussy clenched around our cock bases, pulling our backsides from the mattress as she started to stand. She dropped back onto us, slamming us onto the bed. Lena tried raise her head but could only slump back in exhaustion. The creature had drained us. We slept.

I awoke to find our tormentor unravelling the cord from our staffs. Her motions were hurried but efficient in freeing us. Lena was stirring to wakefulness, causing my concern over her possible hysterics. The spirit caught me watching Lena and tossed me a knowing glance. The spirit's skin had faded to a dull shade of ochre, no longer frightfully red and glowing. I was relieved to see her more calm now; she was calm but aloof. She spoke.

"You served me well, slave." I had nothing to say as I studied how she perched on the bed, all coy and sexy with her legs folded sideways, with her womb filled with stolen sperm. What I believed to be an imp emerged from behind her. I sat up, startled at his odd appearance. He looked to have skin made from the bark of a tree. His beady little eyes gleamed under heavy brows. He spoke.

"We are done with the both of you." The little guy's voice was not as much intimidating as it was irritating.

"But what exactly have you done with us?" I said, bristling at my own voice. I felt empowered. I was back to controlling my speech.

She and the imp exchanged glances. She rolled her eyes and nodded, then left us, dragging Lena's limp body away with her. "Those of your ilk cannot address her. I'll talk." He continued, "You were born as a result of my goddess. Lena is of my goddess also. She needed to harvest you both to make a child of her own.

""What about the other times?" 

"Oh, that. She must maintain strength. She speaks well of you, she cares," he explained. A silence followed. His face softened as he offered, "I have permission to tell of your own child."

"What child?" I rasped.

"Your last time of lone service to goddess was special. It was done for your former girlfriend. The line must to go on."

I clenched my fists with impotent rage. "Line? You mean one of you touched my ex?" My anger amused him. Oh how I loathed him.

"She never felt a thing. Nothing bad anyway. She knew only of dreaming, dreaming of you. We do specialize in the broken hearted you know," he cajoled.

"And one of you was with to my mother?" I fumed.

"Well yes, but that is old business," he shrugged. He farted. I ignored it, much to his dismay.

"I love Lena," I stated, bluntly.

"No you don't. We messed with your minds. We had to. Besides, Lena is nothing but trouble. She was sort of an experiment on our part. Her mother went crazy trying to figure out why Lena had to be born different. Psychics robbed her blind. Then she killed herself," he explained, coolly. He kept staring, blinking at me, like a sick toad. 

He licked his lips. With his eyes gleaming at my breasts, he told me, "You cannot keep our gifts. You will never be a woman. Take a last look at your body. We must change you back."

I dropped my head in silent acceptance. "What about Lena then?"

"I do hate to tell you this, but there is one other thing. Lena is the result of your dalliance with my goddess, some twenty years ago. She is your daughter." He didn't hate telling me. The fucker loved it. I thought he'd do a happy dance there for a second.

"What! What have I done...?" I sobbed. "Are we going to Hell?" My stomach churned.

"You must understand you were born to one day return to our realm, both of you. Those who dwell above see your kind as an abomination." He spat. "Just for reminding me of that lot, no more will you be a clairvoyant. I'll see to it. Go now!" 

When I awoke, I searched for Lena. I searched for her while weak and needing to steady myself, clinging to the wall moldings. I didn't find her, only her note. I studied her shaky chicken scratches, reading, "Goodbye Sybille with a dick. I am gone. Do not find me. If I see you I will kill you." 

My body was all male again and I couldn't have cared less. I didn't want tits or ass anymore or anything more to do with any of it. Tits, ass, pussy, legs, panties, stockings, whatever ... Coming, sucking, fucking... just look where it had gotten me. I considered burning the place down. How'd that be for shedding light? Fuck this bullshit, I was outta there.

A new tenant took over my shop and I went on permanent vacation. I'd caught news of a story where a girl named Lena had crashed a stolen motorcycle. She'd made it half way to California before riding up a guardrail. She, the stolen fruit of my loins, was dead by misadventure. And in a rare display of grace, the press made no mention of her special feature. All they added was her last whispered words, "Don't anyone tell Sybille." I was flattered that she hadn't lied about her given name after all; one out of two isn't bad.

I chanced to meet my ex, months later. She was expecting a child. She was self-conscious and distractible, but healthy and lovable. Her radiant condition only added to her beauty. Clearly, she wasn't looking forward to becoming a single parent, but that alone wasn't enough to get us back together. I courted her like a gentleman to win her back; no tricks, no lies, no magic, just truth and devotion. I loved her again at first sight, especially her big belly. We've never talked of who fathered her child; I suppose we never will. 

I moved in with her to live on her family's homestead, a place not far from where I grew up. We agreed on a justice of the peace marriage and got right back to running our sign painting business. It's not just about the signs, mind you; it's a 'Jack and Jill of all trades' partnership and we do fine. As for our child, she does fine too. We love that kid; only two years old and smart as a whip, only maybe a little too smart. I plan to keep an eye on her. 

I named her 'Frankie.' I had to do a lot of talking for my wife to agree to that one. She insisted on 'Lena' for a middle name, although she can't rightly recall why. Crazy eh?... I guess I'd better keep an eye on her too.



Don't Ask



I've known Xander all of my life. Ever since we were about 10 years old. I remember being in elementary school when Xander moved to South Carolina . He was the "new kid" in class and he looked scared to death. I remember how much I liked him when I first saw him. I was kind of an outcast, and it was even worse that day because I had a black eye and was bruised up and down my back; my dad's handiwork from the night before. Xander talked to me anyway; when he inquired about my injuries he accepted my explanation that I had "fallen". He just seemed to understand. I asked him to sit next to me at lunch and that was it. Our friendship just seemed to blossom and bloom. Truthfully, I had a big crush on him. Later in life, I told myself I grew out of it, but I never really did. I admired Xander; I always wanted to be around him. 

Later I learned that we both came from somewhat abusive families; my father was a factory worker and his father was a lawyer. While my father was physically and verbally abusive to me and my mother, Xander's family just didn't care less. His dad worked all the time, traveling the country constantly, and his mom was out running around and doing god knows what. So, I spent most of my free time at his house after school; we'd have sleepovers, play video games and tell each other our deepest, darkest secrets. We had a lot in common, and since we didn't really have parents to raise us, we made a blood pact that we would always be there for each other, no matter what.

I wouldn't call myself gay, but I've always had feelings for Xander. He's like a brother to me, but he's more than that. He knows my every secret, my every fear, and all of my flaws. I know his. We fight, then we make up. No matter what, we're always there for each other. We grew up together, and had managed to shut out pretty much everyone else. I knew I loved him, but I tried not to let the thought linger. I just told myself we were so close and such good friends, that my mind was playing tricks on me. 

I think the real reason I tried to suppress my feelings is because of my father. If he ever found out I was gay he would literally kill me. He considered himself a man's man and was very narcissistic. If I did anything that reflected bad on him, it would fuel another abusive episode that we were so acquainted with. Me being gay? Don't even think about it. 

As we got older, we made other friends and had our circles at school that we ran in. We both got on the wrestling team in high school, and while neither of us were spectacular, we had a lot of fun. 

Eventually, we both started dating girls, like we were "supposed" to. We were both decent looking guys; he was about 6'0, I was a couple inches taller. He had soft brown eyes and a rounder face; I had cold blue-gray eyes and a strong chin. We were both pretty athletic and muscular. Xander would go and brag to his friends about all the girls who liked him, and I would do likewise, but we were both just big talking virgins and we both knew it. I just couldn't find anyone special enough, and neither could he. 

We had done some sexual stuff with girls, but the truth was, Xander turned me on more than any girl I met. Again, I just chalked it up to raging hormones. I allowed myself to fantasize about him, though. 

We went through so much together. I couldn't imagine living without Xander. So when he told me he might be moving away, naturally I flipped out.

It was April of senior year, and we'd been discussing our plans for college. It was one day after school, when we were driving home, that he dropped the bombshell on me. I knew he had been acting funny that week, but I didn't know why. 

"James....I got accepted into UCLA."

I looked at him, to make sure he was serious. Yep...his jaw was set and square, his brown eyes straight ahead.

My heart sank, and my stomach turned. I wanted to burst into tears, but I kept my composure. "Why are you going to California, X?" I asked him. It didn't seem like a smart decision to me. We were small town kids; Xander wouldn't be happy in California. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a shuddering sigh. "Have you ever just wanted to, you know, get away?"

"Well, yeah, but you know why I stay here."

He glanced at me, as I tried to keep my face blank. "Your grandma, I know." 

That was one of the reasons. Much as I hated my dad, I loved my grandma, and she was in her 70s. She lived in the town nearby, and I really didn't want to leave her, knowing she might not be here when I return. 

That wasn't the only reason, though. Xander was a big part of what kept me here. 

He noticed my hesitation. "Well, why else would you stay? God knows I've got nothing to keep me here. My family doesn't care, I don't have a girl, nobody cares." He uttered those last words as we pulled up in front of his house. 

I was so upset, my head was pounding. I couldn't let him see me lose it, though. If he wanted to go, who was I to stop him? We both climbed out of the car, and I grabbed my bag and took off down the road towards my house. Much as I didn't want to be home, I couldn't keep my cool and face Xander right now.

"Hey, man, where you going? I thought we were gonna chill?" He looked at me confused. 

I looked back at him, standing there. He wasn't all that much to look at; about 6'0 tall, brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, slightly muscular and solid. Like me, he had dirty blonde, wind blown hair and a perpetual tan from spending all summer on the beach. 

Was I really going to lose the one person that I trusted, the one person I really knew? I choked back a sob, but a tear ran down my face. His eyes widened in surprise as I quickly wiped it away.

"I gotta get home and take care of some shit," I told him gruffly, trying to sound as masculine as possible. "I'll call you later."

I turned and walked away briskly, but I knew that he was still standing there watching me as I left.

Home was the last place I wanted to be. Mom was downstairs, frantically trying to get the house clean and dinner on the table so that Dad wouldn't flip out when he came home. I helped out as much as I could, knowing that no matter what we did, it wouldn't be good enough. I was right.

Dad came in the door around six, came straight to the kitchen and started barking orders at Mom. He criticized one thing after another, from a piece of lint on the carpet, to the slightly underdone spaghetti noodles, to the fact that my mom's hair was in a ponytail and not fixed. I kept my head down as I ate and kept quiet. He had Mom in tears by the end of the meal, as usual. He then retired to the couch, where he expected to be waited on hand and foot. 

It was an old, familiar tune. I hung out in my room, working on school stuff. I had learned by now how to be invisible. I didn't speak to him unless I was spoken to, and as long as I stayed out of his way he'd ignore me. I felt bad that Mom was getting the brunt of it tonight, though. Every so often, I heard him scream at Mom for one thing or the other. Each time I heard his shrill, demanding voice my stomach would tighten with anxiety.

I really wished I could be at Xander's so I wouldn't have to deal with this. He was probably missing me, too. I knew how lonely he got when he was all by himself. In all the time I'd known him, I'd only met his parents a handful of times. Usually his Mom was passed out on the couch, drunk. Now she worked, but cheated on his dad so much that she was always with a different man. They pretty much just left him to his own devices. I don't know what's worse; having parents around who want to torment you and beat you, or having parents that simply don't care at all.

Around ten or so it finally went silent and I figured Dad had passed out by now. It must be exhausting to live the life of a dictator. Mom came in the room a little later and sat on the bed, smiling at me. Her face was tear stained, and she looked exhausted. I went and sat beside her, hugging her into my arms and kissing her cheek. 

"Why don't you leave him, Mom? I'm eighteen now, I can take care of myself."

She sighed and smiled sadly. 

"Don't you worry about me. I can take care of myself."

We sat like that, for a few minutes. 

"What's bothering you?" she asked me softly. I was surprised that she had noticed. But then again, she usually did. Tears came from my eyes as I leaned against her. 

"Xander's moving away." 

We didn't speak. We held each other silently. Eighteen years old and still crying to Mommy. Geez.

Xander called about twelve, which was not uncommon. I watched my vibrating cell phone turn around in circles on the desk until it finally stopped ringing. 

Xander drove his car by my house the next morning and honked once. We usually rode together. I waited until he went on to get in my car and drive myself to school. All day, I kinda walked around in a daze. Nobody seemed to notice. I avoided Xander as much as possible. The last bell rung, and I was at my locker stuffing books into my bag when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whirled around, expecting to find Xander.

It was Amy from English class. She was tiny, barely 5'0 tall, with reddish blonde hair, freckles and pale skin. We were pretty good friends. 

"James, what's up with you today? You don't look good." she smiled up at me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hugged her quickly and grabbed my bag, heading towards the door.

"Nothing, I just don't feel great today." I lied. 

"Okay...how about you come out with me tomorrow night? We'll go see a movie or something." She beamed at me. 

I thought for a minute. Amy wasn't really my type, but it would give me an excuse to back out of spending Friday night with Xander. That was usually the night I stayed over at his house and we'd play ball or swim in the pool, and just chill. He would be really pissed if I wasn't there. 

"Sounds good," I told her, trying to sound happy, and smiled. 

I didn't want to face Xander that night, and I couldn't bear to go home again, so I made the 15- minute drive to see my grandma in the next town. She answered the door, beaming at me.

She looked younger than her 70 years or so. She had bright blue perceptive eyes and a head full of thick black hair, even at her age. Her skin wasn't excessively wrinkled. 

We ate dinner and sat around and talked. I enjoyed talking to her. I could always ask her advice. Every now and then, she would cough painfully. I was always worried about her health, but she refused to go see a doctor. She always said she'd be better off not knowing. 

"How is your friend, doing, James?" she asked me, referring to Xander. 

I hesitated. "Have a fight?" she asked, peering down at me over her wire-rimmed glasses.

I sighed. "Something like that. He's planning on leaving town for college. Going to California."

She laughed. "Why on earth would he go there?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

She smiled at me knowingly. "You'll miss him. You'll have a hard time if he leaves."

I nodded. 

"I just don't see how he can leave so easily." I told her.

She looked at me quickly, then glanced away. I couldn't quite read her expression.

"You should tell him how you feel." she spoke, finally. "Maybe he won't leave." she looked at me pointedly.

My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" I asked softly.

She said nothing, just looked at me. 

I got up and hugged her tightly. 

She smiled at me. "Why don't you go with him? You don't have anything keeping you here, James. I know how your father is."

"I can't leave you, Grandma. And what about Mom?" I asked her.

"Oh, we can take care of ourselves. You need to do what makes you happy, James."

I knew she was right.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Xander asked me on the phone Friday night. "We always hang out on Fridays. You don't even like Amy." He sounded almost jealous, and he was definitely, as I predicted, pissed.

"Yeah, well, she's cute." I lied. "Anyway, you'll have to get used to Friday nights without me in LA, won't you?" I tried to sound cocky, or arrogant, but the words came out too softly. I sounded like a whiny girl, I thought, wincing. 

"James, is that what this is all about? Look, can we talk about this? Come hang out with me, don't go out with Amy. We'll talk things over." That was Xander, ever the counselor. He wanted to be a therapist; his powerful skills of observation, coupled with the fact that he knew me intimately, meant that he could see right through me right now, and I didn't like it. 

"I don't want to talk about it right now. Drop me a line from Cali, bro." I knew that would leave him seething. I hung up, finished getting ready, and jumped in the car to go pick Amy up.

I was too restless to go see a movie, so we ended up going to grab dinner. Amy chattered incessantly, talking about school and college and her plans as an English major and blah blah blah. Not that she was annoying; I just couldn't think about anything but Xander right now. She reached over to touch my hand a few times, obviously trying to come onto me, but I was too distracted to pick up on her hints. 

I was angry at Xander, but I was more angry with myself for getting so worked up. I was acting like an ass. If he wanted to move halfway across the country, he had every right to do so. So, what, he's moving away? Big deal. He was just a friend. Right? No, my best friend. The only person.....

"James? You look like you're about to cry." Amy's voice came into my thoughts.

I blinked. "Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind." 

She looked at me curiously, then smiled, unaffected. 

"Hey, maybe we should go to Brad's party after this." Brad was the captain of the football team. He was always throwing parties at his family's three story house, because his parents traveled so much. Me and Xander would go occasionally, for the free booze. Brad was a jerk, but his parents had money, and he could throw a party.

"Sure, sounds good." I mumbled. Amy kept on chattering, as I tuned out again.

About five beers and six or seven or eight shots of Smirnoff vodka later, I was feeling great. I don't know how much I had to drink. I don't drink much, but Amy's voice and the thought of a future without Xander had me in need of an escape. Plus, I was trying to push those feelings about Xander out of my head. I knew there was something more, but I just didn't want to face it right now. It was too painful and confusing. Nothing like getting plastered to deaden the pain. 

If Xander found me like this, he would be so mad. He hated alcohol. He hated drugs. His mom had been an alcoholic, of course. His uncle, who used to help take care of him when he was a kid, had died in a car wreck while driving drunk. A car wreck that Xander was almost involved in. Xander always reminded me how if I hadn't been at the house with him, his uncle would have taken him back to his place to take care of him, drunk as a skunk. Not that two 12 year old kids together is responsible, but it had stopped Xander from possibly dying in that car wreck. So, of course, guess who showed up at the party?

I was sitting in a chair on the back porch, staring at the sky. Thinking about my childhood. Thinking about Xander. How much I would miss him. Trying not to think about those things, but my drunken thoughts were on a one-way track. My head was spinning. I was vaguely aware of the fact that Amy was gone. Somebody said my name. 

"James!" Xander was yelling at me. I looked up, trying to focus on his features.

"Hey, X, dude, what are....what are you here for?" I slurred. 

"Amy called me. Have you been drinking?" His voice had an ugly edge to it. 

I was too out of it to respond. I just grinned at him, stupidly. I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't sad, wasn't happy. I felt blissfully numb. I think I passed out. 

I don't really know how he got me to his car, or in the house. I woke up the next day in his bed, about noon. I felt like I was dead or dying. My head was killing me. 

Somehow I made it to the bathroom where I puked my guts out. When I finally looked up, Xander was standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. The expression on his face read disappointment. Unfortunately, I could feel again. I felt ashamed. I felt sad. I couldn't even make eye contact with him. 

"I had Dan drive your car back to the house. It's in the driveway when you're ready to leave.." He spoke, breaking the silence. His voice was cold.

I nodded. Dan was one of our other friends, a good guy.

"Feel better?' he asked. 

I chuckled. "No." 

"Do you want to talk now?"

I stared into the toilet bowl. "No." I whispered. I looked up at him. "Do you want me to leave, now?" 

I must have looked pitiful, because he softened a bit. 

"No, but we're going to have to talk about this, you know."

I looked back down.

"I know."

We spent the rest of the day just hanging out. Xander fed me and made sure I drank plenty of water, trying to help me recover from my hangover. He had covered my ass by calling my Mom last night and telling her I didn't feel well, and that I was staying with him. His parents were, of course, god knows where. 

So we just hung out. We didn't talk about the one thing that hung in the air. We didn't really talk. Just enjoyed each other's company. 

I stayed the night with him. I don't know how it happened, but we ended up dozing off on the living room floor while we were watching TV. I woke up in his arms early that Sunday morning. We hadn't done that since we were little. It was kind of nice. 

I pressed my face against his bare shoulder, breathing in his scent. I brushed his hair out of his eyes, and watched him breathe. He was so cute. I touched his face, thinking back to the first day I met him. 

His eyes fluttered open, and I dropped my hand. I blushed a little and untangled myself from him, standing up. He remained on the floor, his head up propped up on his elbow.

"What? Are we getting too old for that or something?" he teased me. 

I swallowed hard and met his gaze. We just looked at each other for a long moment. 

"Want to ride to the beach today?" Xander asked, filling the awkward silence. 

I smiled. "Whatever you want, buddy." 

There was a small beach about forty minutes away. Usually we had it all ourselves, except for the few people that lived around there. Most of the crowds gather at Myrtle Beach, about ninety minutes away. But this place was where we really liked to be. The two of us could just chill. It was just us and maybe a few other people out there today. 

He looked so good, playing in the water in just his white swim trunks. More than once, I found myself admiring the strong muscles in his lean body, his hair blowing in the wind. He looked a like a model doing a photo shoot on the beach. I hid behind my glasses and tried not to let him catch me staring. 

We dove into the still freezing ocean, then afterwards, laid on towels in the sand and soaked up the sun. Xander kept pestering me about having a 'talk'. Finally I sat up and looked at him. 

"All I can really say is that, I'm gonna miss you like hell. I don't really have anyone here. You're my best friend, you know me better than anyone, and it just won't be the same." Thankfully I had on dark shades to hide my eyes. 

He seemed to accept this explanation, and laid back down. 

We drove home about four, in silence. We pulled up in his driveway and he turned off the car. We just sat, in silence. Finally, he turned and looked at me. 

"James.....give me one, good, real, reason to stay." he spoke softly. His eyes searched mine. What was he looking for? I don't know. I don't know what made me move. 

I leaned over and touched his face. "I need you, Xander."

He placed his hand over mine, and leaned in. He pressed his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes, like he used to do when we were kids. 




Don't Ask



This is a little different from what I normally submit. I had trouble deciding what category to put it in. Romance, nope. Loving wives, nope. Romance, definitely nope. That leaves non consent since she did not choose to end up however she ended up.

This should appease the "burn the bitch" crowd.

There is no sex in the story; it is only referred to in passing.

Be thoughtful. Be kind. Enjoy, or not; you decide. 

*

My name is Steve. I am now married to the most beautiful woman in the world. Just ask her she will certainly confirm it is true. This one is a keeper.

I work construction; we build bridges and other large structures. I work out of town most of the time. While I own my home I rarely get to spend much time there. That is until the last job the company sent me to. I now work in town at the office, with only an occasional day or 2 out of town. Now the wife comes with me.

Most of our jobs we worked 10 hours a day for 5 days. At the new one we worked 4 days of the week for 12 hours. I got to come home for 3 days and then go back. My previous wife got too used to my schedule of being out of town and forgot about the change. Well, maybe I forgot to tell her, I don't remember. Damn my memory.

The first weekend I came home I found her in bed with the neighbor. I just waited quietly in the yard until he had to run home, the biggest gulf club from his bag did the trick. He was out on the first stroke and hurting real bad after 5 minutes. He left the garage door open so he could sneak back in without making any noise. It made things easy for me to get the club.

His wife was the first suspect. Hell, she was with her lover at the time. She could not admit to that; now, could she. There was still no way to pin it on her. I wore gloves so there were no prints on the club, except his. No one even looked at me, I was 3 states away. Wasn't I?

I came home as she expected the next evening. After my wife told me about someone beating the neighbor almost to death I, sort of, found his missing wallet and custom lighter under my side of the bed. He actually forgot to take his superman underwear, which was there too. She tried to talk her way out of it by admitting it was a one time thing and would never happen again. I had been suspicious about things for a while and had a motion activated monitoring system installed 4 weeks before; while we were on vacation. Every evening they were at it, until the memory was full. You just can't find a large enough storage device to record a full week of sex, believe me I tried.

The house was mine before we married; I never put her name on the title. I paid cash for the materials, and designed and built it about 10 years back. No way was she going to get it. I changed the locks and moved all her stuff to her parents' place. Then I filed for divorce. Money, cards and vehicles had always been separate. 

She was going to fight it until I sent her 21 hours or more of them in my bed. This was from a 2 week period. I was going to show it to her family, the police and everyone else who wanted to see it. I offered a movie night for all her friends; with beer and popcorn. She could be the guest of honor.

She whimpered and left complaining all the while that she still loved me. That is her cross to bear. Or is that bear to cross?

This brings me to the current situation 3 years later.

I have a camper that I use when I am away on distant jobs. There is also a camera setup in it. Too many times while I was back home for a bit, some smartass would break in and clean me out. I was determined to get the next one. 

I parked it behind my garage since I was not using it lately. There is an easy pull in and out and just off the alley. I always leave the truck attached so I do not need to fiddle with it when I get the urge to go away for a while. I have another that I drive for working.

I keep a current registration for the state parks on the truck so it is as simple as going into the campgrounds, registering for a site and parking the rig. I always try to stay at the parks when I am working, if one is nearby.

I was engaged to another beautiful woman; Shelly watched the house when I was away. We were set to be married in the 2 weeks. She had paid for everything; it promised to be the event of the century in our town. 

Let me tell you about Shelly. She was about 115 pounds, had a c cup chest. Her hair is almost pure platinum, naturally. The body was to die for and when she spoke you would think honey was pouring forth from her mouth. In short she was a wet dream. Mmmm....

Oh, yeah; the problem. Sorry to ramble there.

My problem is that someone was not very careful when they moved my camper the last time. The last time, how do I know it was more than once? I keep a mileage log in the truck. The tanks were full, just as I always keep them. However, the mileage was up by 300 miles from the last time I took it anywhere. I called the state park I go to and was told I had been there the last week and 3 weeks before for 2 nights each time. I think I would remember that.

It is 75 miles each way to the campground, which is 150 per trip. If there were 2 trips then that would add up to 300 miles. 

Shelly was all over me the evening I came home the next weekend. I complained about a pulled hamstring and begged off for the night. The next morning while I did my chores she went to the store. While she was gone I changed out the memory on my security in the truck. 

I checked to see what was on it while I was out of town the next week. I saw Shelly and her old boyfriend Tom in all their glory partying in my camper. They made the mistake of planning their next adventure while in the camper; it was for the next week. 

That weekend I called and told her I was needed at the site and would get a 4 day weekend the following week. I was assigned to work alone at an area where we did pre-assembly of parts. I worked extra hours all week so my work was ahead. The area was in a no cell phone area and the work site was already overloaded with parts. I was told to keep doing my job and not ship anything for a week and a half; at least. 

I actually drove into town and parked my truck 4 blocks over from the house at a friend's house. He was out of town for his yearly 2 weeks in the reserves. There was no wife so no one would see the truck there. Just to be careful I put it inside the garage.

In the wee hours of the morning I snuck over to get into the bed of my camping truck. It is a 1 ton pickup with a fiberglass topper on the back. There is an area in the front of the bed where I have a tarp over some tools I keep there. The windows are tinted so you can not see in too well. 

(For those who want to complain about the change from past to present tense, I still have the truck and camper, so present is ok here.)

Shelly did not see me when she came out to the truck that morning. Tom approached from the north end of the alley. They both climbed into my truck and proceeded to head for the campground. I had concealed a wireless microphone in the passenger compartment that fed into a recorder in the back with me. 

I listened as they talked. This week was to be their last fling for a while before Shelly and I got married. The words "for a while" really had my blood boiling. I was going to have to revamp my plans; I was not feeling charitable.

They pulled into the site they had reserved and parked the rig. No sooner than they were parked they headed toward the camper. Tom had to help her lift the bar that keeps the screen door from swinging open in traffic. This is not a regular camper screen door; the original was lost somewhere on a highway in west Texas many years ago. With all the break-ins to my camper I decided to install an armor-plated door. It is solid steel. It sits where the screen should be, so I call it the screen door. No bugs will be coming in through that door.

They had not bothered to put the jacks in place. They just parked the truck and ran to the camper. She left her purse up front and didn't even lock the doors. I gave them 10 minutes to get started and when the camper started to rock slightly I snuck out of the back of the truck and quietly secured the bar over the door to keep it from opening. I quickly started the truck and slowly left the campground. I guess it took a while for the 2 lovebirds to realize the camper was being driven somewhere. They had been rocking the camper more than the driving did. There was no way to get out at that point, who would want to get out at 45 mph even if the door opened. 

I confirmed most of their activities on the recordings after I brought the camper home.

When they finally realized the camper was moving they got up to look and see what was happening. Most of the windows were covered in a film to keep the bad guys from looking in. The film made it difficult to see out easily. They were not happy campers at this point.

Before they discussed getting back together after we were married I was willing to just throw her ass out and beat the shit out of him. Now I had a different destination in mind. About 1/3 of the way home was a little gas station, liquor store, bait shop. Oh hell, you know what I mean, out in the country a little store that accommodated almost everyone for almost anything, mostly the tourists. This one was run by the nastiest looking bunch you ever saw. If you look up redneck in the dictionary their picture would be there. Mom was the smallest of the lot. She was upwards of 350, at a startling 4 foot 8. The father was long gone. He was some sort of Hispanic fellow. The 6 boys were the dirtiest, scruffiest, nastiest bunch you would ever lay your eyes on. Those boys were all over 6 foot 6 and just huge. 

The oldest had a habit of calling out "Que possum!" to customers as they arrived. Over the years the boys kinda took a shine to me. I made it a point to stop in when I went by.

The last time I was in the oldest boy whispered to me that if I ever got tired of my babe they would be glad to help me out with her. Any way as I pulled into their lot they watched. It was almost dark by the time I got there.

From a dark corner of the porch I heard it "Que possum? Why you no stop the last 2 times you went up?"

I climbed out of the truck and stretched my legs. "Remember the last time I was here?"

"Yeah, we didn't mean no harm with the comment."

I walked over to him and spoke quietly. "I know that. I was not driving on the last 2 trips, someone else was. You still want the woman?"

I could have pushed him over with a feather.

"She is yours if ya want her. You just need to do me a favor."

"Whatcha want?"

"There might be 2 people in the camper, might not be. One of them might be her. The other one might be her lover. I didn't look when I closed it up and stole it."

He looked at me really strange.

"I am going into the store for dinner; if they are gone when I come back out I will never know if they were there or not." I smiled at him.

"I don't care what you do with him. Her you can keep as long as you want. I never want to see her again."

I could see the spit running down out of his mouth through the dark black beard and drip slowly across his belly to the ground. 

I paid for my fuel, turned to go into the store and had a wonderful supper. When I came back out the truck was exactly as I left it, except for a cooler containing 2 cases of my favorite cold beer in the cab on the floor. I saw no one.

The ride home was quiet and relaxing. 

When I got home I changed the memory on the recorder again, made sure there were no signs of Shelly and Tom in the camper and locked it up. I walked over to get my truck and headed back to the job site.

When I returned home that weekend there were dozens of messages on the answering machine and no sign of Shelly. Most of the calls were for her. I returned any calls that left a number and promised she would call back. Next I called her mother; no one had heard from her for 4 days.

I called the state police to report a missing person. When asked how long I only said I did not know. I explained how I work out of town and returned to find her gone and many messages on the machine. No one had seen or heard from her all week.

The police listened to the messages and took a report. They said to let them know if she showed up. By the end of the next week she had not shown up so the wedding was canceled. 

Six months later I took a week off to go fishing. I stopped in to fill my gas tanks as always; when I came back out there was a cooler with 2 cases of cold beer in the front seat of the truck. I saw the boys parade a pregnant, naked platinum blond in front of the barn door. 

Now every time I pull in we greet each other with "Que Possum." and my reply "Que pussy." Over the last 5 years there have been more and more children at the store when I stop in. A few have platinum blond hair. Each time there is always a cooler filled with my favorite cold beer and the boys walk an increasingly fatter and fatter, usually pregnant, naked platinum blond past the barn door.

I married the boss' daughter last year. She loves to camp and fish, she noticed the blond and thinks it is cute how they love to show her off.

Oh, about Tom; I have no idea. There is a swamp down the road a piece. 

I never ask and they never tell.



Don't Ask Don't Tell



'You are hereby requested to report to the United States Army Induction Center at 122 Peabody Street, Scarsborough, New Hampshire at 8:30 a.m. on Wednesday the 19th of September.'

I held the letter in my hand and stared at it uncomprehendingly. They had just recently reinstated the draft, and now they were drafting me. If I passed the physical, (and why wouldn't I?) I would be going into the army. Horrible thought.

The envelope dropped from my fingers onto the floor without my even noticing. I sat down heavily on the couch and stared over and over at the awful sheet of paper. I had never even considered that this type of thing could happen to me. The army was a place for farm kids. For factory kids. For high-school dropouts who wanted to continue their education.

I was a college graduate with a top job in advertising. I didn't want to lose my job. I had fought hard to get it and I wasn't going to let the army take me away from it. Oh God. Where was Hilda? She was usually home before me. She was the one who usually picked up the mail. But today I had picked up the mail. I had picked up the letter from the United States Army.

I heard the key in the door. It was Hilda. She looked at my face and knew right away something was up. "What's wrong?" she asked.

She approached the couch, and I held out the letter. She took it and read it. "Oh, Warren. Oh, no." We had been planning to get married in the near future. She had been selecting china patterns in the Tiffany catalogue. All that would be now on hold. "What are we going to do?" she asked.

"What I'm going to do is report for my army physical next Wednesday," I answered. We ate a quiet dinner, watched a little television and went to bed. We did not have sex. We definitely did not have sex. I was in no mood for sex. Not that night, or the next night or the night after. All I could think about was my physical. It haunted me.

On Wednesday the 19th of September I got up at six a.m., got dressed in the dark, trying not to disturb Hilda, had a light breakfast, and drove down to 122 Peabody Street. The Induction Center. There were a lot of young guys going in the front door, as well as a number of snappily uniformed military types. 

I entered the building and stood in the large front hall, looking around me.

"Excuse me. Do you know where to go for the physical examination?" asked a young fellow about my own age.

"No, I don't. I have to go there too."

"You got a notice in the mail?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Me too. You can't begin to imagine how thrilled I am," he said ironically.

"So am I," I said. "Warren Cobb," I added, introducing myself and stretching out my right hand.

"Doug Haney," he said. And we shook hands. After that we tried to read the building directory without much success. We stopped a soldier, showed him our letters, and asked him where we had to report. 

"I'm going over there. Follow me," he said. 

He was Sergeant Carl Merrill, according to his nametag, a compact, solid, muscular man. He marched with military crispness, leading us to the third floor medical department. "Sign in at the desk," he directed us, and walked away.

We were with about thirty other prospective inductees, and we were directed to a bank of lockers and told to strip to our shorts. We kept the locker keys around our wrists.

An army lieutenant, Lieutenant Edgar Driggs, according to his nametag, marshaled us into a large room where attendants were taking blood and urine. 

"I drank three gallons of orange juice yesterday," Doug Haney whispered to me. "They say if you drink a lot of orange juice your albumin level goes way up and maybe they won't take you."

"I wouldn't count on that," I advised him.

"Yeah," he nodded his head, agreeing sadly. "Boot camp, here I come."

"I don't want to go either," I said. "But there's no way out of this. I hear they're taking everybody. A skinny friend of mine who was underweight told me they added twenty pounds to his weight on his chart, and marked him with a medium-heavy build. They took him."

"Isn't there anything we can do?" Doug whined pleadingly.

"I don't think so. If you're breathing, you're in."

"Great," he lamented. "Maybe we could say we're gay. You know. 'Don't Ask. Don't Tell'. They definitely won't take you if you're gay."

The army had a policy of 'Don't Ask. Don't Tell.' Meaning if you told them you were gay they would kick you out, but they weren't supposed to ask if you were gay. But they did ask. And they even conducted witch-hunts to ferret out any gay military man whom they promptly discharged. (They claimed that homosexuals were bad for unit cohesion. And besides it was creepy having these sexual predators in the same barracks with the straight normal guys who would even have to shower with them. Ugghh.) That was 'Don't Ask. Don't Tell.' And Doug was proposing telling.

I thought for a minute. "You know, that's a damned good idea. I think I'm going to try that. I'm going to say I'm gay."

"You are?" He was amazed. "I don't think I'd have the guts." It had been his idea to begin with and now he was backing down.

"It's easy," I said. "You just tell them you're gay. Tell them you suck cock. I'm going to do it." I raised my hand until Lieutenant Driggs noticed me.

"Yes? What is it?" he asked me.

"Sir. Can I speak to you a moment?"

"What is it?" he asked again brusquely.

"I need to tell you something privately," I explained, nodding my head to an empty part of the room. We walked over to it.

"Yes?" He asked again. "What's on your mind?"

"I have something to confess, sir," I said ashamedly, hanging my head. "I'm gay."

"I didn't hear you, son," he was speaking very loudly. "There's a lot of noise in here. You'll have to speak up."

He had heard me. If I spoke any louder the whole room would hear. I didn't know what to do. Finally, I raised my voice, but not quite enough to blast through the room. "I'm gay, sir," I repeated.

"You know there's so much noise in this room, I still couldn't hear what you said. Why don't you sit down, son. You're going to get your eyes and ears examined now."

Maybe he was the one who needed his ears examined. He couldn't hear me? Bullshit. It seemed that they weren't going to let me out for being queer, which I really wasn't. But so much for 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell'. I returned to my seat next to Doug.

"What happened?" he asked me.

"They're either not buying it or they don't care. The bastard kept pretending he couldn't hear what I was saying.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "They're shameless."

"Even if he had acknowledged hearing me, he might not have believed me. I have a feeling he would have told me to prove it."

"Well, why don't we?"

"Why don't we what?" I asked, not understanding him.

"Prove it."

"And how do we do that?" I asked, thinking the guy was a little bit of a head case.

"Let's both say we have to go to the bathroom,"

"Yes?" I asked, waiting for further explanation.

"Just let's do it." He raised his hand and caught the lieutenant's eye. The lieutenant came over. 

"Yes?"

"Excuse me, sir," said Doug. "I need to go to the bathroom real bad. Can you please tell me where the men's room is?"

"Down the hall, on the right hand side," he said pointing. "But make it snappy."

"Yes, sir," said Doug, jumping up and walking toward the men's room. He turned his head and winked at me.

"Excuse me, sir, I have to go too," I said, clutching my front as if I couldn't hold it.

"Okay. But hurry up," he said. I jumped up and followed Doug down the hall. As I entered the hall, I saw the strong compact Sergeant there. Sergeant Merrill. I nodded to him, and he nodded to me. I continued down the hall and followed Doug into the gentleman's lounge.

We stood there in our jockey shorts, looking at each other, not knowing what to do next. 

"Now what?" I asked.

"We have to do something," he said.

"Like what?" 

"Something gay. We have to get caught. If they won't listen when we tell them we're gay, they'll have to believe their own eyes. They'll kick us right out."

"You think so?" I asked. It was an appealing idea.

"Absolutely," he answered, nodding his head firmly. "In a little while they'll send someone in to look for us, and if we're discovered in flagrante delicto......."

"Right," I said. It was a damned good idea. I could keep my job. I could keep my girl. I wouldn't have to live with a bunch of rednecks for two years. It was a great idea. "What do we do?" I asked.

"Something gay," he explained, in exasperation, as if he were talking to an idiot.

"I've never done anything gay," I explained.

"Well, neither have I," he answered. "Do you want to get drafted?"

"No."

"Then we have to do something gay. Like maybe suck cock. We have to get caught sucking cock."

"Oh," I breathed, realizing what would have to be done. "Okay. You want to suck me?" I offered.

"How about you sucking me," he challenged. We were getting nowhere fast.

"I don't know," I stalled.

"Maybe we'd better just suck each other. You know. Sixty-nine."

"Yeah, well maybe we could do that," I considered.

"Okay. Let's go," he said.

We both just stood there and looked at each other.

"How do we do this?" I asked.

He sighed at my stupidity, and slipped off his underpants. "Take off your shorts," he said.

I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them.

"We're going to have to lie down on the floor," he reasoned.

I looked down at the white tile floor. I did not want to lie down on it.

"Come on," he prompted and sat down on the floor.

I sat down facing him. "Now what?"

"We have to lie down facing each other head to foot, with our heads at cock level," he clarified.

We both lay down on the cold hard floor and pointed our limp dicks toward each other's mouths. He tentatively began to kiss my dick. He took it in his hand and held it as he kissed it, and then he began to lick it up the shaft a little. I followed his lead and did the same for him. Then he began to kiss and lick the head of my cock, rubbing it around on his cheek a little. I followed his lead. I felt his dick getting hard in my hand, against my cheek, against my lips. It was pretty big and pretty hard now, and it was a little exciting. I felt my own dick getting hard in his hand, against his cheek, against his lips, against his tongue.

"Let's do it," he said.

"Do what?" I asked stupidly.

"Put it in your mouth and suck on it," he explained in exasperation, as if to a child. "We'll do it at the same time, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

"Okay. One. Two. Three. Go." He whomped down on my cock, and I whomped down on his. We were sucking each other's dicks. And it was okay. It was kind of nice. I started appreciating it, savoring it. He was getting into it too. I took it out of my mouth for a second so I could stare at it, admire it. Then I whomped back down. I wrapped my arms around his middle and pressed on his ass, urging him to feed it further in toward the back of my throat. We were each making lascivious wet slurping sound. 

"How long do we do this?" I asked.

"Till someone comes in and catches us," he explained. "But you'd better not come in my mouth, you hear?"

"I hear," I said. But now that he mentioned it, I was feeling a little bit ejaculatory. I wouldn't mind shooting out a hot load. I hadn't fucked Hilda in the last week, worrying about the physical, and I needed to unload my balls. I was also starting to wonder what it would be like if his hard hot dick started spurting out thick white cream into my own mouth. What would that taste like? It was kind of a sexy idea. My cock started getting even stiffer in his Jacuzzi mouth.

All of a sudden it happened. The door opened. And it was a soldier. Not another draftee. Not a lab tech. Not a doctor. A soldier. I took my mouth off his cock for a second and turned my head back. It was that compact, solid, muscular sergeant. Sergeant Carl Merrill. I turned my face back and swallowed Doug's cock again.

"Well. Well. Well. What have we here?" he asked, coming into the room and closing the door behind him. "It looks like we have a couple of cocksucking faggots."

Neither of us answered. We just kept sucking cock.

"I said, 'It looks like we have a couple of cocksucking faggots,' don't we?" He asked again, and kicked me lightly on my butt.

"Yes, sir," I said. "You caught us. We're queer. If you would just mark that on our papers, we'll go home. We're sorry we bothered you."

"Not so fast," he said. "So you're ready to go home. Ah ha." He studied the situation and smiled. "I'm not convinced you're really queer. You could be putting on an act to get out of the military."

"Oh, no, sir. We would never do that. We're really queer," Doug asserted.

"Keep sucking," he ordered.

"What?" I asked in consternation.

"You heard me. Keep sucking. I want to watch you suck each other."

He stood there smiling over my naked body, waiting for me to put Doug's cock back in my mouth. So I did. And Doug swallowed mine again. Even with the sergeant watching us, we were both getting into it. It felt really good. A hot sucking mouth on my dick. The sergeant walked around us, studying us from all angles, and began playing with the large bulge in his army pants. Pressing it, and rubbing it. He began to walk away. I tried to watch what he was doing. He went into a closet and came out with a two-sided stand-up sign. 'Closed for Repairs' it said. He opened the men's room door and stood the sign in front of it. Then he closed the door and turned the latch. It was locked. He walked back toward us. "Keep sucking," he commanded. We kept sucking.

Now he was playing with himself a lot. He drew down his zipper and reached inside. He drew out a big red mean-looking sergeant dick. It was so stiff and hard he had trouble getting it through his zipper. He stood right behind me and gave me a light kick on my naked ass. "Get up here and suck my cock, faggot," he ordered.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I was appalled.

"You heard me, faggot. Get up here and suck this dick. If you're really queer, that is."

I had to prove to him I was really queer. I got up on my knees, so that my mouth was pretty much at the same height as his groin. I wrapped my hand around the angry red sergeant dick. I bent my head forward and closed my mouth around it. Doug had moved around on the floor, so he could keep sucking my own prick. 

"Ah. That's it, faggot. That feels good. Do you like my dick, faggot? Do you like my big thick dick?"

"MMMM HHHHHMMMMM," I assured him, as I continued to suck on his big thick dick. 

He reached into his pocket and took out a small pager. As I was sucking on him, he called someone. "Driggs. Driggs."

"Yeah?" it answered.

"Merrill here. I'm in the third floor men's room. You'd better get right over here. The door's locked. Knock three times." He put away the pager and grabbed the back of my head with his free hands, forcing his cock into the deepest recesses of my throat. I choked. But I gamely kept going. It was too late to stop now, and the prize was within reach. Rejection. I would be rejected by the military. How sad. How very, very sad.

I was really starting to enjoy his dick when I heard a knock at the door. Three knocks, that is. Knock. Knock. Knock. He coldly pushed my mouth off his prick and walked to the door, where he turned the latch, and standing with his exposed stiff cock behind the door, opened it. Another soldier entered. It was the lieutenant. The one who wouldn't listen to me when I said I was queer. Lieutenant Edgar Driggs. Well now he would know.

"What have you got here?" The lieutenant asked the sergeant.

"A couple of nancy boys who like to suck cock. I thought maybe you might like to get your cock sucked."

"You know me. I always like to get my cock sucked," the lieutenant assured him.

They walked over and the sergeant stuck his angry red dick back into my mouth. I noisily fed on it, as Doug continued to suck my own dick. 

Lieutenant Driggs was taller than the sergeant. He was not as muscular. But he had a lanky gracefulness. He was a few years older than the sergeant, also. He had black hair in a short military buzz cut, and a five a clock shadow. With too little hair on the top of his head, and a little too much on his face, he looked dark. Dark and mean. "I'll take the other one," he said to the sergeant. He pulled out a large purple stiff dick, and walked around my body, where he grabbed Doug's hair and pulled him up on his knees to cock level. "Suck my dick, homo," he said to Doug. "And you damned well better do a good job. You hear me? You hear me, faggot?"

"I hear you, sir," Doug said. He chomped down on the large purple pole. I think Doug was getting a little frightened now. And so was I. These guys were a little mean.

The men's room was filled with the sound of two wet mouths slobbering over two large military dicks. Both soldiers had our heads in a vice, as they forced us down upon their turgid instruments. They were both breathing heavily and "Aaahhhing" a little too.

"I think some of the higher-ups might be very grateful if we let them in on this. Don't you?" Driggs asked Merrill.

"You're right. We should share the wealth. It'll look good on our next evaluation report," said Merrill. He took one hand off the back of my head and reached into his pocket again. He drew out the pager and began making calls. "Captain Argus. Captain Argus."

"Yes?" asked the pager.

"This is Sergeant Merrill. Could you come to the third floor men's room right away, sir? The door's locked. Knock three times."

"Roger," said the pager.

Sergeant Merrill made a second call to a Major Forbes who also agreed to knock three times. Then he put the pager in his pocket, but instead of grabbing the back of my head, he used both hands to open his belt. As I was sucking, he was stepping out of his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He lifted his undershirt over his head. He dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles and stepped out of them. And while I was sucking him, he unlaced his shoes and shucked them off. Then the socks. Then he was as naked as we were. Lieutenant Driggs followed his example, move for move.

There were three knocks on the door. Merrill pushed my head away again, and moved behind the door, before unlatching it. The first one in, I learned later, was Captain Argus. Argus was in his early forties, and was a big guy. He also had a little bit of a beer gut, and his head was bald. He smiled when he saw Doug and me naked on our knees, with Driggs' cock slamming into Doug's mouth. Driggs smiled back at Argus. Before Argus could say anything, there were another three knocks on the steel door. Merrill opened it again to quickly admit Major Forbes. Then he closed the door and turned the latch. He walked barefoot back across the room, and lifted my mouth onto his dick again.

Major Forbes was in his early fifties. A career soldier, if ever I saw one. He was very tall, and very powerful looking. He had salt and pepper, black and white hair, in a short military cut. I noticed a gold wedding band on his finger as he began stroking his cock through his pants.

"Are they good cocksuckers?" he asked.

"This one's pretty good," said Driggs, in praise of Doug's oral abilities.

"Mine's pretty good too," admitted Merrill. I felt flattered. I was getting a gold star on my first cocksucking effort.

"Let me try this one," said Argus, displacing Driggs in front of Doug's mouth. He opened his zipper and dragged out his hard meat, and forced Doug to chow down.

"I'll take this one," said Major Forbes. He dropped his pants and underpants to his ankles, and when he had worked his dick into a nice size hard-on he stuck it into my mouth. Merrill, displaced, needed something to do. He walked around my body and surveyed it. He seemed to have decided on something. He walked over to the sink and covered his hands with liquid soap and water. Then he came back and sat down on the floor behind me. A wet soapy finger started flicking around on the outside of my butthole.




Don't Ask, Don't Tell



Chapter 1

I did it. I provided the impetus that took our darkest desires out of their safe hiding places and made them part of our lives. I didn't realize what was going to happen. I never considered the possibility that things would go so far. 

Suzanne and I have been married for twelve years. We are both successful in our careers. We have a nice place in a good neighborhood. Our ten year old daughter is an angel. Suze's job as a realtor gives her the flexibility to be active with our daughter's school and sports. It is, by the standard measures of our society, a very good life.

Suze is tall and trim with long shapely legs and what I've always thought of as a "great rack". She has striking auburn hair and a heart melting smile. She is always dressed nice but her clothes conceal the beauty within. She manages to stay one step up from frumpy by wearing classy but older style fashions. That never really bothered me because I got to see and play with what is under those conservative outfits.

Our sex life has always been nice. Once or twice a week we would cuddle up and make sweet love in the dark of the night. Sometimes we'd play and have some extra fun – oral sex or mutual masturbation, but mostly we had developed a comfortable routine that made sure we both reached our release. 

Suze and I are both fairly passive people. Our neighbors would tell you we are the quiet ones at any neighborhood gathering. We don't impose ourselves on others around us. I'm very reserved and internal. Most people never have a clue about all the things going on inside my twisted little head. I am an IT auditor and spend a lot of my time looking at documentation and comparing it with implementations. Suze is a bit of an anomaly in the sales world – she is very reserved and a bit shy. It works for her because there are a lot of people that need to feel in charge when purchasing a house. She enables that feeling, which leaves them feeling pretty good. We both have found work that suits our personalities and supports a very nice lifestyle.

The problem s in this suburban success story started years back when I started reading the stories in the old alt.sex.stories newsgroup. At first I was kind of shocked by what I had found, but I found myself captivated by much of it. From there, I discovered some discussion boards that were pretty hot to read. For the next few years my secret habit was to go to my laptop in the home office, pull down and assemble newsgroup stories, and then read them and the new letters on my favorite discussion boards while Suze fixed dinner. After a while I found two or three great story sites – I didn't have to mess with the assembly of multipart stories or sort through the spam to get my fix.

My interests become more focused over time. At first I read just about everything I could. The breadth of what I found was fascinating. As I read more and more, I first became less tolerant of the poorly written stories I came across. Then I found myself attracted to certain topic areas. I found some of the mind control stories captured my imagination. I read a lot of them for about six months or so, but I started finding them repetitious and my interests moved on. Some of the incest stories were well written and interesting for a little bit, but the topic area didn't really give me much of a kick. Then I found some stories about husbands discovering that their wife was having sex with others. Those stories packed a real punch for me. Before long, I was almost exclusively reading about hotwives, cheating wives, cuckold husbands, exhibitionist wives, and swinging. I found most of the variations at least interesting, and some left me almost ready to cum in my pants. Some of the stories by (Dark Wanderer, KK...) were like electricity to my brain.

At first they were just stories about other people to me. But as I read more and more of them, they started being the kickoff for fantasies of things that could happen to Suze and me. I would daydream about coming home and finding evidence of my wife having had sex with someone during the day. When we would make love I imagined watching her going down on her lover as I pushed myself into her. It became a powerful fantasy. Up to that stage of things, I guess it was relatively harmless. A little fantasy that charged my libido a bit was all it was. 

I decided that it would be fun to stretch our sexual wings a little. I didn't really want to include others directly in our sex life, I just wanted to have Suzanne dress a bit sexy and go out on the town with me one night. I thought that I would get a kick out of seeing other men lusting after my pretty wife. I also thought it would do her self-confidence and self-image a world of good to dress nice and be seen. I started putting my plan into place the week before our anniversary.

I called my mother and arranged for her to pick up our daughter on Friday afternoon and keep her over the weekend. Then I made dinner reservations at a very exclusive restaurant in the city. We live in a small town outside of a large city and don't go into the city often. I thought the excuse of our anniversary justified the extra drive and dress up. 

I went and did a little shopping. I ordered an entire outfit for Suze from an online lingerie store. They have stores in the shopping malls, but I just couldn't bring myself to go in and try to pick out scanty underwear in person. I ordered a basic black dress that was classy and sexy without being sleazy. It was mush sexier than anything I'd ever seen Suze in, but it wasn't so revealing or naughty that anyone would think it inappropriate. To go with it I got her a lacy bra, thong underwear, and thigh high stockings – all in black. The stockings held themselves up without a garter and looked super hot on the model on the website. I also got her some nice black open toed shoes that weren't too high of a heel, but they were higher and dressier than anything Suzanne had in her closet. 

On the morning of our anniversary I waited until our daughter left for school and then gathered Suze in my arms and kissed her deeply. "Happy anniversary, baby," I said as I rubbed her back and bottom, "I have a surprise for you."

"What are you up to?" she asked as I led her back to the bedroom.

"I've made plans for us today. I have arranged for us to have the weekend alone – your Mom is pitching in there. I've also arranged for you to have today off from work with your boss."

"So that's why they were acting so funny at the office yesterday!" she exclaimed. "So what are we doing today/"

"Well, I'm going to work. But you, my love, have a full day of relaxation and makeover at the spa and beauty salon." I handed her a pass to an exclusive woman's day spa that was reputed to do miracle makeovers.

"Rich! Can we afford that?"

"Yep. We certainly can. I've been saving a little from my lunch money for a few months. It is all paid for. You get the whole works: massage, skin treatments, hair, makeup, clothing advice. It's like being on one of those makeover shows on TV without having to be gawked at by an audience."

That got me another kiss.

"Following your makeover, a limo will pick you up at the spa and take you to the uptown Hilton. There, on the concierge floor you can spend some time in a beautiful with a view of the mountains and relax for a little while before meeting me down in the bar at 7:00. We'll have time for a drink there before our dinner reservations at Mannies. After our dinner we are off to the famous Johnnies Lounge for a drink and a dance before we head back to our luxurious suite at the Hilton."

Suze was flabbergasted. "Oh Rich, that sounds so nice! What brought this on? You aren't taking me out in public to dump me, are you mister?" she asked playfully.

"Nope. I love you and don't ever quite show you well enough just how important you are to me. I thought that this anniversary gift might make up for the times I've left my shorts balled up in my pants in the dirty clothes."

Suzanne laughed. "It might make up for that, but what are you going to do about leaving the toilet seat up last night?"

"Hmmm, I'll have to try to work something out with you once we get to the suite tonight," I replied. Then I kissed the tip of her nose and headed to work.

At lunch I went over to the Hilton and checked in. I made sure they would get Suzanne in and taken care of when she arrived. Then I laid her new outfit out on the bed along with some flowers. Everything was going great. I knew that the hotel bar would be crowded with visiting businessmen who would be lusting after my sexy wife. Both the restaurant and the club we were going to after dinner were popular hotspots for people to hook up. Many men would be looking at my sexy wife. The dress I got her would be just short enough that she would be showing much more thigh than ever before. My guess was that she would slip up a few times and probably give someone a peek up her dress or down the top. I was really excited by the prospect of what was going to happen.

At five after seven I called Suzanne's cell phone. When she answered, I could hear the voices and sounds of the hotel bar in the background. I told her I was running just a bit late, but that I would be there soon.

"Please hurry," was her response, "I love what you've done for me today, but I'm not comfortable here in this outfit you got for me."

"Oh honey, I'm sure that you look fantastic. Relax and have a drink. I'll be there within a half hour." As I said that I was standing out in the lobby and could see her at one of the tall chairs in the bar. She was gorgeous. The makeover was worth every penny. Her hair and makeup were awesome. My Suzanne looked like a model sitting there in the bar. 

I could see men looking at her. They would glance at her then do a quick double-take when they realized what they had just seen. I watched a couple of businessmen point her out to their buddies. She was under surveillance from all sides. I was thrilled that my plan was going so well. 

After a few minutes, I saw a gentleman in a nice suit take a seat next to Suze and order a drink. He didn't look at or acknowledge Suzanne at all. I crossed my fingers and hoped that the guy would strike up a conversation with her. When the bartender set the drink down, it tipped and spilled across the bar top. Suze was looking the other direction when this happened and didn't see the drink heading across the bar top about to spill on her dress. The guy snatched up a pile of napkins and blotted up the drink before the bartender could move. Suze caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and jumped back. 

She realized that the stranger next to her had averted a disaster. I could see her thanking him. Her hand went to his arm as she spoke to him. I watched transfixed for the next twenty minutes as my wife and this man talked and drank. They brought their heads close to be heard without shouting in the crowded bar. I wondered if he could see her black bra under the dress when she leaned towards him to speak. He bought her a refill on her drink and, to my surprise, she drank it quickly.

Finally, I could delay no longer. I walked in to the bar and came up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, "You look fantastic, angel. I'm sorry I'm late."

She kissed my cheek. "Thanks for a great day! I've been chatting with John here while I waited for you," she said as she turned to introduce me to the guy that had been quick with the napkins. Up close I could see he was a little older than us. He had a very polished, expensive look about him. His suit was perfect. His tie had a perfect knot. His hair was razor cut and perfectly styled. I felt that he had a commanding presence even before I heard his deep voice say, "Suzanne has been telling me about the wonderful anniversary you are giving her."

I smiled shyly and said, "She deserves it." Suze blushed.

John rumbled a laugh. "I'm sure she does."

We said goodbye and headed out. Suze was still blushing as we walked out of the bar. "You really look great," I said. "How was the spa?"

"Oh. They were wonderful. I like what they did with my hair. But the makeup may be a bit too much for me."

"No. I think it's great. You are beautiful and it lets it show even more." I replied.

"And the clothes they recommended for me!" she giggled. "They were as bad as this dress."

"Bad? Don't you like it?" I asked.

"It is nice, but pretty revealing. It isn't what I'm comfortable with."

I looked over at her. We were standing at a crosswalk in front of the hotel. The restaurant was across the street. I noticed that her nipples were pretty visible through the dress. 

"I think it is great. Your legs are gorgeous! And I like the "high beams" there," I gushed, nodding at the way her nipples showed through the dress.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "You are so sweet. I appreciate you buying this for me. I know I dress pretty conservatively, but this is...it's not really me. I know you didn't realize it, but I can't wear the bra you bought me with this dress. The straps would show."

I did a double take. Sure enough my shy conservative wife's breasts were only hidden by the thin fabric of her dress. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you are too uncomfortable, we can go back to the room and have room service..."

"No. I decided earlier that I'll just have to be someone else tonight. I'll just have to be someone that can do this. I can do that much considering everything you've done. I don't want to mess up your plans," she said quietly.

'If she only knew what my real plans were,' I thought. I had wanted to show her off and see other men lust after her. She would curl up and die at the though.

As we entered the elevator I said, "If you are game, I am too. We'll just break through the discomfort and have some fun."

Dinner was great. Suze had a fair amount of wine with the meal. We talked and laughed like we hadn't in years. As the meal was winding down I took the next step. 

"You know, we have let ourselves become pretty dull people," I said as I poured her more wine. "I was struck by how little excitement we have in our lives."

"Excitement? Like what?" she asked.

"Well...I started thinking about this when I saw you at the hotel bar. You were sitting there in a pretty dress looking alive and desirable. Most nights we would be curled up watching something off of the DVR. Living vicariously through the tube." There, I thought. Just the right tone.

"I guess I know what you are saying. It was scary but kind of exciting to be there like that. I could see some of the men there looking at me like they wanted to see more. Then John bought me a drink and started talking to me. I knew he was looking at my chest and legs. I was surprised that my reaction wasn't disgust. It was pretty thrilling. A heck of a lot more thrilling that watching the latest episode of "Lost" or "Desperate Housewives". Maybe we have become too predictable." Suze never looked up from her wine glass as she spoke, "I'm just not that comfortable making the decisions on what to do to change things. I'm not the leader type. Neither are you really. We both let the world happen to us, mostly, don't we?"

"Maybe we should both try to be a little less passive," I replied. "We are breaking out of the mold today, I mean, look at you – dressed like a brazen hussy." 

She laughed with me. Then she shyly looked over the top of her wineglass and said, "Maybe more of a hussy than you know. I think John got a peek down my top earlier."

A tazer would have had less impact on me. "Wha...I mean...well...how..." I was flabbergasted. She had responded almost too well to my suggestion that our lives were a bit dull. She instantly seemed to connect a statement on the general dullness of our lives with sex. She had skipped three steps ahead on me..

"Rich! Don't be mad. I didn't mean for it to happen." She had misunderstood my surprise.

"No, I'm not at all upset. You just surprised me, that's all. He didn't do anything inappropriate, did he?" I asked.

"No, he was a perfect gentleman. While we were sitting there chatting, I heard someone say the name Rich. I twisted in my seat to see if it was someone talking to you. It wasn't', but when I turned like that in this dress, well...it kinda pulled open. I'm sure John got an eyeful of my left boob. We both acted like nothing happened, except that I blushed and stammered a bit."

"Well," I said. "No harm, no foul. Besides, a little excitement like that is just what I was talking about." I sounded cool, but inside I was all over the map. My plan had worked! My wife had flashed a guy, albeit accidentally. Plus, she wasn't turned off or upset about it. I was half hard thinking about him seeing her beautiful breast.

"Yeah, more fun that being stuck on the couch watching bad TV again." She winked at me. "I'll have to keep this dress handy. We can go out like this once in a while."

"Yes!!!" I stood and shouted with my arms raised...Not really - the shouting and celebrating were all done on the inside. Actually, I just smiled and said, "I think that could be a lot of fun."

As we were leaving the restaurant, I asked, "Back to the hotel, or on to the club? It's your call my love." I had seen men lusting after her and didn't want to push her any farther than I already had. My little fantasies were plenty satisfied for the evening.

"No, not the hotel. Let's go have a little fun," she said.

Fifteen minutes later I was the proud escort of the loveliest lady in the club. The lights were low and the music was playing without being too loud or crazy. Enough couples were dancing that we wouldn't feel conspicuous taking a spin, at the same time it wasn't so crowded that you would be bumping in to people. In all, it was a very nice "grown-up" club. 

We settled in at a table off to the side of the dance floor and ordered drinks. I was about to ask Suzanne to dance when someone walked up to the table.

"Well, hello you two. Still having a nice anniversary outing?" asked John. I was struck again by his voice and presence.

I was frozen in place for a second. Here was the guy that saw down my wife's top. He had seen her breast while sitting next to her at the hotel bar. I felt a thrill run through me at the thought. My cock lurched in my pants. 

Suze leaned forward and touched his arm. "Hi John. Yes, we are having a great evening. What are you doing here?"

"I was sitting in that little hotel room thinking about the nice club you told me Rich was taking you to and decided I couldn't stay cooped up any longer. I decided to drop in here and at least be around other people for a little bit," he explained. Turning to me he said, "Not that I plan on crashing your evening together. I just wanted to say hello and maybe take one turn on the dance floor with your wife."

"Uhhh...Sure," I said. Wow. I was close to speechless at the situation.

My brain flashed up all the stories I had read over the last couple of years as I watched them dance. My fantasies about seeing Suze in bed with other men suddenly seemed much more real. My dick was hard and I was close to hyperventilating.

John never did anything inappropriate on the dance floor. He didn't drag Suze off to a dark corner and screw her; he didn't slowly raise her dress and show her ass off. In fact, his hands never strayed. He never so much as brushed his body close to hers. They stayed out for two songs and then came back to the table.

As they sat, Suze said, "John, please stay for a drink with us. I promise it is okay with us. Isn't it honey?"

I said, "Sure, come on and chat a bit." 

John said, "If you are sure?" as he slid into the seat across from Suze and I. 

Suze was sitting with her leg against mine and I dropped my hand to her thigh as John ordered his drink. She felt warm and the stocking felt slick and sexy to my hand. 




Don't Ask, Don't Tell



Over the next fifteen minutes or so we exchanged basics. John flew into town for three or four days per month to check in on a consulting team that worked for him. He said that he was unmarried, lived in Dallas, but spent about half of his time traveling for work. We told him about our work and that our anniversary night out was part of us trying to break out of our homebody lifestyle. John led us throughout the conversation, questioning Suze and I about our lives and deciding what to share about himself. 

Suzanne finished her drink and said, "Gentlemen, please excuse me for a moment. I need to powder my nose." She slid out of the booth and as she started to stand she twisted an ankle and fell down.

I had to step over her as I got up because she was on the floor in my way. Then as I stood, I realized that our alcohol intake had been pretty heavy, I was pretty light headed and my face felt numb. By the time I knelt beside my wife, John was already holding her ankle. She said it was sore, but it didn't seem to be swelling much. John touched several points on her ankle and gently moved it through a range of motion. It was a little tender, but didn't seem to be damaged. As John examined her ankle, I noticed that her skirt was pulled up pretty high on her legs. From his point of view he could see the white flesh above Suze's stockings and the gusset of her panties.

After we helped Suze back into the booth, she said "I think I've had enough to drink. Maybe we should go on back to the room honey."

John said, "Rich, you stay here with Suzanne. I'll go get a taxi." Then he disappeared across the room.

"I'm so sorry. I've spoiled our evening..." Suzanne said with a sigh.

"Not at all. I've enjoyed your company greatly, we've had a great night out. And even though you and I didn't dance, I enjoyed watching you dance with John." I said.

She brightened a bit, "Yes, it's been nice. He is a very good dancer. I'm glad we met him."

Just then, the waitress came and said that our cab was waiting out front. When I tried to take care of the bill, she said it had been taken care of by the man with the cab. I helped Suze limp outside. When we got to the door, John gently displaced me at her side and told me to go to the other side of the cab and help her in. He all but carried her to the cab and slid her into the middle of the back seat. Then, as I slid in next to her, John climbed in on her other side and gave the cabby our destination. At the hotel, the process was reversed. 

When Suze protested that she was really OK and could walk on her own, John said "Sweetie, let's not push it," and continued to help her across the lobby. In the elevator he looked at me and asked, "Which floor?"

I stammered "Twenty-two," and felt foolish for not having thought even that far ahead.

I opened the door to our room and John helped Suze ease onto the bed. Then he stood up and said, "Go get some ice while I help her get comfortable."

When I got back with the ice, John was sitting on the end of the bed and Suze had her shoes off and her sore ankle was propped up on a pillow. Glaringly, her propped leg was without a stocking. I handed the ice to John who tied the plastic bag off, and placed it on a towel on her ankle. Then he took out three glasses from the ice stand, filled them with a little of the remaining ice, and produced a pocket flask from inside his jacket.

The three of us shared yet another drink and a little more conversation. After a bit, Suze said, "I'm feeling better now except that I still have that nose powdering to attend to..." With that, she got up and, only limping slightly went to the bathroom. 

While she was in there, John said, "You have a lovely wife, Rich."

"Thanks. She is my sweetheart." I replied.

"Have you two ever...considered including others in your love life?" He asked as he refilled my drink. By now I was pretty toasted and didn't need my reasoning to be further impaired.

"Not really. Not that the idea is objectionable, it just isn't anything we've discussed." As I said that, the fantasies I'd had seemed to combine with the sexual energy of the evening and the alcohol. I was scared of what could happen and very excited by where this was leading. "Why do you ask?" 

John stood in front of me and I realized that from my seated vantage point I could see a substantial bulge in his crotch. "As I said, Suzanne is very attractive. I think she could be very pleasing for me, sexually. Have you ever experimented with power exchange, domination, anything a little kinky/" he asked.

There it was! Right out in the open. This guy we just met was telling me he wanted to take my wife to bed. I felt my cock harden again. A thrill of terror combined with excitement ran through me at the thought. Then his question hit me. "Huh? No nothing like that..." I answered. 

John looked at me measuringly and said, "No, I wouldn't think so." 

Then Suze reentered the room. She looked as beautiful as before, except that she only had one black stocking on. She glanced at her legs and laughed. She pulled the hem of her dress up a bit and, showing a lot of leg, slid the remaining stocking down. It was a very sexy moment. I was gripped with lust from her action. 

"There. She said. That 's better, don't you think?" she asked as she turned around like a model on a runway. 

"Indeed, Suzanne. I was just telling Rich how attractive you are."

She blushed and said, "Thank you. And thank you both for being my handsome heroes when I fell down. I really think my ankle will be ok."

"If it really isn't bothering you, then I would like to do something. Rich please stand behind your lovely wife." 

He had a radio announcer voice, rich and believable. It didn't occur to me to question his request... Between the alcohol, the wild success of my plan to loosen things up for my wife and I, and the intense sexual rush I felt from knowing this man had seen more of my wife than anyone but me, I was almost a zombie. The overload had shut down some of the reasoning. 

I followed his directions and soon was behind Suzanne with my hand on her hips. We were directly in front of John who was seated in one of the chairs by the window. 

"Rich, you have a beautiful wife. I'm sure you cherish her. You are a good looking couple. I want to give the two of you a gift - an experience to remember. Forgive me for any liberties I take, but I believe you will find the next moment in time intensely satisfying. If you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say so."

His voice was hypnotic. I stood there living completely in the moment, just listening to his voice and smelling Suzanne's perfume. She leaned back into me and I felt her bottom against my crotch. I pulled her hips into me gently as John went on.

"Rich, Suzanne is so trim and pretty. I want you to show me your treasure. Trace her sides with your hands from her ribs to her hips. No...not so fast, enjoy the feel of your lovely bride. Treasure her trim waist and feel the curve under the soft material of her dress." 

I slowly ran my hands up and down her sides as he told me. Suze rolled her head back on to my collar bone as I did it.

"Now, Suzanne, I want you to put your palms on the back of Rich's hands. These are the hands that toil to protect you. They hold you when you are scared. They do the heavy work around the house for you. They caress you tenderly and support you fiercely. I want you to guide those hands across your belly. Let him feel the soft firmness of your female body. Let him feel where you carried his child....Good" 

John's hypnotic voice seemed to fade as Suzanne drew my hands across her abdomen. She guided my hands low on her belly, to the point where my fingertips could detect the top of her panties. Then she drew my hands up over her navel to her ribs. She felt wonderful. Our breathing was deep. I could feel my hardness pressing against her. She moved my hands up to just under her breasts. I could feel the warmth of her breasts on my hands. Then she guided my hands slowly back down to the tops of her thighs. 

"Rich, pull Suzanne's hair to one side and expose her neck. In some cultures the female neck is thought to be quite a sensuous treat. Look at the line of her skin from the hair line all the way down to her the top of the plunging back on that dress she is wearing. Run the back of your knuckle down that line. Ooh...Isn't that nice, Suzanne?"

She moaned as I stroked the back and side of her neck.

"Since you have her hair pulled over like that, Rich, why don't you lean forward and brush her ear with your lips. Let her feel your breath on her neck and hear it as you kiss her delicate ears. It is surprising just how sensitive the ears are. Some women seem to have a direct line from their ear to their more private parts. A kiss to the ear can turn them into puddles. Are you like that, Suzanne?"

"Ohhh...Yes," she moaned as I gently took her earlobe between my teeth.

"Suzanne, I can see your nipples are erect. Guide Rich's hands to your pretty breasts and let him feel them."

My heart was hammering. I hadn't been this excited about touching my wife's breasts since the first time she let me feel them years ago. 

"No, Rich, let her guide you for a moment. Let her run your hands over her femaleness. Yes, much better." 

I buried my face in the crook of Suze's neck and kissed her as she moved my hands over her breasts. It felt so wonderful. We were completely enthralled by John's guidance. Our mutual lust was stronger than it had ever felt. I was completely beyond questioning whether we should do this in front of a stranger. All that existed was what we were doing under the guidance of John's voice. I don't really think it was actual hypnosis. The conditions of our lowered inhibitions, our heightened libidos, and the presence of a strong guiding personality interacted with our somewhat submissive natures in a "perfect storm." We were lost on the sea controlled by John.

"Suzanne, I want you to put your hands down now. Yes, that's right. Down at your sides. Shoulders back, dear. Yes, just like that. Now, Rich, I want you to show me your wife's breasts. Don't uncover them. Just show me. Show me their weight when you hold them from below. Yes, like that. Now show me their fullness and their softness. Squeeze them into each other. Mmmm, that looks so good."

I was moving and stroking Suze's tits like I had never seen or felt a woman's breast before. It was completely thrilling. She was moving and panting as I followed John's directions.

"Rich, pinch her nipples. A bit harder – I want to see her respond. Yes!"

I pinched nipples her through the dress. As I increased the pressure at John's command, I felt Suzanne move and groan. Her hands were looking for a place to go. It was like she wanted to hold me, touch herself, and follow John's request to keep them by her side all at once. I realized that she was very close to orgasm.

"That's good, Rich. Now I want you to turn so you are both sideways to me....good. Now stand in front of Suzanne and get on your knees. Yes just like that. Now, I want you to caress her calves. Aren't her legs nice. I know how smooth they are. I felt her shin and calf myself when I put her foot up on the pillow."

I rubbed her legs and felt the flexed muscles in her calves. God, I had such a sexy wife. I could smell her sex. She was as hot and excited for me as I was for her. She stood with her feet apart in an unladylike stance. She wanted my hands to go higher. She moved her legs in invitation whenever my hands moved up to her knees.

"Rich, feel her thighs now. Reach up under her dress and feel those long luscious thighs. Aren't they wonderful. I bet they are as firm and silky smooth as her calves. Feel the difference in the skin between the outside of her legs and that soft magic spot near the top of the inside of her thighs. Mmmm...We know she likes that."

The skin between her legs was hot and moist. As my hand moved up between her legs, she trapped my hand between them and hunched down, trying to get some contact between my hand and her panty covered pussy.

"Stand up, Suzanne. Let Rich have is hand back. That's right." 

She sighed a groan of frustration as she released my hand.

"Rich, reach way up high and slowly, very slowly, draw her panties down her legs."

I reached up her dress. When I did so, my face was close to her belly. I could smell her. She smelled so sexy and wonderful. Her body radiated heat. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust when I looked up as I grasped her panties and slid the sides down a little. She brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them when I started moving the panties down a bit more. I could feel them holding to her pussy as I pulled them down. She had soaked them through and the moisture was sticking them to her outer lips. I guided my hands to gently stroke down the outside of her legs as I continued pulling off her underwear in front of our guide. When my hands passed her ankles, she put a hand on my head and stepped out of her panties. 

"Very nice, Rich. Very nice."

I was pleased at the compliment.

"Stand up...good. Now smell them. Hold them to your face and breath in the perfume of a woman in lust."

I did it. It was a very sexy moment. I could smell my wife's arousal on those wet panties. I slipped my tongue out and tasted the wetness. My cock throbbed.

"Rich, please do me the honor of sharing those with me."

He reached out and I handed him my prize. He held them up. They were black lace 'boy cut" panties. Suzanne and I watched as he drew them to his nose and inhaled.

"Exquisite. Suzanne, simply exquisite." He placed them on his lap and captured our eyes with his. "Give your wife a kiss, Rich. But not just a kiss. Use this kiss to communicate to her. Tell her how deeply you desire her body, how you lust for her. Let her know that after all the time you have been together, you still find her sexy."

I kissed Suzanne deeply with passion and lust burning through the kiss. She responded and returned my heat. I don't know how long we were locked together in that kiss, subjectively it was a timeless heated eternity. When we broke apart, the only thing that kept us from ripping at our clothes and throwing ourselves at each other was John's voice.

"You almost set off the fire alarm with that, you two," he said. "I think you are ready for the next step."

Suze and I were panting with lust. My trousers were distended from my burning erection. She was flushed and her nipples looked like bullets on her breasts.

"Suzanne come stand right in front of me. Yes, right there. Place your hands on my knees for support. Oh – aren't they beautiful," he said as he looked down the top of her dress at her unfettered boobs. " Rich....Rich," his voice hardened. "Pay attention now."

I was lost in a lust filled daze. This man was looking down at my wife's breasts as he guided us through the most heated sensual experience of our lives. 

"Rich, slowly pull up the back of her dress until her legs and behind are completely exposed." 

I did so. I glanced down and saw that the tops of her thighs were glistening with her juices. I'd never seen her so hot.

"Suzanne, look into my eyes. Let me see as Rich reaches down," he gave me a directive nod "and touches your most sensitive and private part."

I slid two fingers down between her cheeks until they encountered her wetness. Then I curled my fingers and inserted them. She gasped and arched her back, pressing into my hand.

"Ohh..yes, please...." She moaned.

I was rubbing myself against the side of her ass while I sawed my fingers into her. She tossed her head and hunched her hips to get more contact as I touched her.

" Rich, remove your trousers and ...well you know what I want you to do," John said as he stared into my wife's eyes.

My pants were off in an instant. I grabbed Suzanne by the hips and slid into her. She groaned and dropped her head almost into John's lap. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head back up. 

"No, darling. I want your eyes for now. Show me your lust in your face. He is fucking you. Show me you love it. That you need to be fucked."

I was pulling her hips in as I thrust into her. The slapping of our bodies punctuated the room. I looked down and saw the flesh of her ass ripple as I slammed into my wife. She was groaning with each shove. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, feeling the pressure build to a peak. I was going to cum soon. 

I felt Suze move differently. She pulled a little forward, so I stepped forward to remain in position with her. When I looked down, I saw a site that remains burned in my brain to this day. John had opened his trousers and Suzanne had taken him into her mouth. He had a handful of her hair in each hand and was fucking her mouth. This wasn't oral sex, it was fucking. He was raising and lowering her head firmly, just shy of violently. 

John made eye contact with me and said, "Rich, do it now. Cum!" 

I did. I was pulling on her hips so hard that her feet were off the ground. I came and came while he continued fucking my wife's mouth. Then, when I was spent, he pulled her off of himself and turned her around to me. 

"Kiss him," he hissed. "Kiss him with the mouth that was just on my cock."

She draped her arms over my shoulders and pressed her mouth to me. Her tongue entered my mouth and I could taste this man in my wife's mouth. He hadn't cum in her mouth, but I guess there was enough pre-cum to flavor our kiss. She was rubbing her body against me and pulling my head to hers as we kissed. I was still feeling the echoes of my orgasm as we kissed. It was an incredibly heated moment. 

We broke the kiss and just stood there with our foreheads touching. She was still excited. I wasn't sure if she had cum or not, but she clearly was ready for more. I felt strange when she pulled back. I was standing there in front of a stranger with a little cum dripping off my cock while my wife appeared fully dressed as her dress had dropped back into place when she stood. 

"That was superb. You two are a very sexy, sensual pair." John said, breaking the silence. 

I glanced at him. He was sitting there with a raging red hard on. 

"Suzanne, do me the honor of showing me your naked body," he directed.

She turned and indicated that I should unzip her dress. I slid the zipper down to the base of her spine slowly, unsure of the consequences of my actions. With my lust sated, some of my brain was coming back on line. As she reached to her shoulders, she was looking right at John. He glanced at me and asked me to refill our glasses. I moved to do it.

As I handed a refilled glass to John, Suze dropped the shoulders off of her dress and turned her back to us. When she looked over her shoulder in our direction, her gaze focused on John, not me. It was a smoky hot look. I killed my drink and poured another. As I sat in the other chair I watched Suze lower her top, showing us her bare back. Sitting there, we both knew her upper body was bare and exposed. She then surprised me by doing what can only be called a grind. It was like what you might see a stripper do. She rolled her hips sensually and arched her back while holding her dress at the top of her hips. Then she just dropped the dress, exposing her buttocks to us. As she stepped out of the dress crumpled at her feet, she turned and locked eyes with John. We could see my cum matting her pussy hair. She looked very sexy, very raunchy, very unlike my shy wife.

I knocked down my drink again and felt a warm numbness overtake my body. I felt disassociated from what was happening in that hotel room. It was like I was vividly imagining one of those internet stories more than actually participating in something. My memories of the rest of the evening are more like a scrapbook of snapshots than a movie of what happened. I saw John standing with Suzanne on her knees going down on him more. I saw her on the bed touching herself at his command. He had her licking my cum off of her fingers. I saw him fucking her doggie style in the middle of the bed, slapping her ass and pulling her hair as they thrust at each other. 




Don't Ask, Don't Tell



After that things got really fuzzy for a bit. I'm pretty sure he made her clean him after he came in her. I remember him propped on the pillows and winking at me as he guided her head to his still dripping cock. I remember some time later seeing her straddling him and riding his cock. Her moans as she came that time focused my attention enough to make me aware of what was going on, even though I couldn't really do much about it. 

I would like to simply blame the alcohol, but to be honest, I must say that my drinking was only part of it. I was numb and had withdrawn as some kind of self protective mode. Kind of like when someone is severely injured in an accident, but can continue to function without feeling the pain until the immediate danger passes. Something like that. My emotions were pretty shut down. I had been excited and thoroughly enjoyed Suze's now innocent seeming exhibitionism earlier in the evening. That was everything I had hoped it would be. The scene in front of John, touching my wife at his direction was intensely erotic and exciting, but it went beyond anything I had really wanted. I enjoyed it, and the sex with my wife while she went down on John was thrilling, but definitely not anything like what I planned or really wanted for us. I had felt that 'standing on the edge of a cliff' feeling in my gut as it happened. Thrilling and scary. Good and bad at the same time. What happened after that was much more bad than good. I felt ill at what was happening. I just didn't have the fortitude to stand up to John and say "enough." I passively watched as he took my wife down the path to depravity

And depravity it was. One of the later snapshots I have from that night was of John standing with his arms propped on the bed, bent from the waist. Suzanne, my sweet innocent wife, the mother of our daughter had her face in his ass as he directed her to lick his bunghole. That lasted for a long time, because I faded in and out several times while it happened. 

I'm not positive of all of the other things that happened between them that night. I'm pretty sure he fucked her ass. He also slapped her around a good bit. There were bruises and bite marks all over her breasts and ass the next day. She was pretty marked up the next morning. The thing about it that really stuck with me was that no matter what they were doing, she was not just a passive toy for his use. She actively participated and sought more. Something was unleashed there that I never imagined could have existed. It was like Suze was someone else.

I woke with a severe crick in my neck. I was still in the chair that I collapsed into after...after fucking my wife in front of the pages in that scrapbook fanned across my mind's eye. I jerked upright...and fell back against the chair. My head felt like a fuzzy melon with a spike through it. My stomach was crawling up my throat. And my vision was fuzzy or blurry or something. I managed to lurch into the bathroom before heaving up bile and the last remnants of our meal last night. 

I wiped my face and looked back into the room. Suze was curled in the corner of the bed with a sheet over her. It was the bottom sheet. All of the other bedding was in the floor, except for two of the king size pillow cases. They were tied to her wrists. She looked like she was sleeping ok, so I went back into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth and tried to clean up some. I found some aspirin in the shaving kit that I had packed and took a handful. Then I went to the phone and ordered a light breakfast for two. 

I had showered and dressed by the time room service knocked. The aspirin had kicked in and I was no longer acutely ill. I took the tray at the door and set it on the table between John's chair and mine. It is funny that even with him gone I considered it his space. I poured myself some coffee and waited for Suze to wake up. I wasn't really thinking about what happened. I was like one of those soldiers with a 'thousand yard stare' you see pictures of . 

It didn't take long for the smell of the coffee to rouse my wife. When she rolled over and sat up, it was clear that she shared a bit of the hangover I had, but she didn't seem to suffer the severity I had.

"Morning. What can I do for you'" I said. 

She squinted the light squeezing past the curtains and said, "The coffee smells good, but let me go clean up first."

She got up naked from the bed, untied the pillowcases from her wrists, and padded to the bathroom. That was when I saw the bruising and bite marks. My internal organs froze. It had really happened. I had let this stranger abuse my wife. I had set up the situation that led to all of this. She would never forgive me. I had ruined our lives. I sank into a morass of self pity and loathing for my actions. If the room had a balcony, I may very well have thrown myself from it in those moments while she showered the residue of the terrible incident from her body. 

As I sat there crushed and distraught, I heard the shower stop. The silence hung in the room. I to go to Suzanne to beg for forgiveness, but couldn't overcome the inertia of my despair to do it. I waited, dreading the moment when she returned. It seemed like it was taking forever to come out. I started worrying that she was in there curled up crying and as distraught as I was. Maybe she couldn't overcome her loathing of me enough to come out of the bath room. Maybe she is so upset that she was in there doing something drastic – could you cut your wrists with one of those multi-bladed razors? 

I stood and crossed the room to check on her. As I stepped over a pillow, the bathroom door opened and Suzanne came out. She was dressed in the jeans and blouse I had packed for her yesterday. Her hair was mostly dried and looked nice. She had on some makeup and looked great. 

She stepped to me and kissed the tip of my nose. "Silly, you didn't even pour me a cup of the coffee," she said, stepping around me to move to the table.

"Gahh..." I was less than eloquent. It was like nothing was wrong. Like everything that had happened last night had been a very strange dream. She smiled at me as she sipped her coffee. I rubbed my nose where she kissed it – kissed it with lips that had been wrapped around another man's cock, lips that had kissed his asshole, that had tasted his cum. But there she stood, looking bright eyed and chipper. "Gahh..." I repeated.

"Poor baby. You had lot's more to drink than we did last night. Come over here and lets get some of this breakfast in you."

I shuffled over and sat down. She set my plate on the little table in front of me. I ate like a zombie. I was unable to process what was happening, what had happened.

After we had eaten a little bit, I mustered my verbal skills enough to say, "I'm so....sorry."

She gave me a long look. "There's nothing for either of us to be sorry over. Honey. We had too much to drink and let things get out of control. Way out of control. But I love you and never want anything to hurt us. Let's just put last night behind us. It will only hurt us if we let it."

When push comes to shove, I firmly believe that women are far more rational than men. My wife was certainly more rational than I was at that moment. 

"I just want you to know that I didn't want anything bad for you. I wanted last night to be fun and exciting and different. But I never thought...I didn't...I treasure you and would never have let that happen if I had known," I said.

She patted my knee. "Of course not. But it did happen. Neither of us really wanted that, but something in us let it happen. It's ok. Let's just write it off to temporary insanity and go on with our normal lives. Besides, you know we did have some fun. It wasn't all bad." 

I thought about it. We'd had a great dinner. Suze had dressed sexy and broken out of her shy shell some before things went really nuts. 

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't all bad," I said as I stroked her cheek.

"That's right, honey," she replied as she leaned forward and kissed me.

That moment seemed so good. My fears and worries seemed to have been dealt with. We had escaped ruin and marital disaster. Looking back now, I realize how deep our misunderstanding was. I was thinking of dinner and the benign aspects of the early evening when I said it wasn't all bad. She was thinking something else. 

Chapter 2

The next three weeks were perfectly normal. We slipped back into our normal lives as if nothing had ever happened – almost. I cleaned my laptop of all of the stories I had collected. I wiped my links to story sites. I cleared the alt. newsgroups out of my news reader. And I stopped going to my home office and surfing while Suze fixed dinner. 

The first couple of times we made love were a little awkward and stiff. We were both pretty tentative. But we seemed to get over it and our love life went back to normal. Once in a while, the memory scrapbook I had of the our anniversary would open up. Sometimes it spurred me on and charged our sexual play a little extra. Other times, it hit me like a sack of cement., forcing me to struggle to finish the act. Things seemed to be settling down, though, and I was happy that our anniversary nightmare didn't look like it would have a lasting negative affect on our lives.

Then, three weeks to the day after our anniversary, I got an e-mail from Suzanne directing me to meet her at the bar of the Hilton after work. I tried calling her but only reached her voicemail. My mind raced. I didn't know what was going on. It seemed like everything at work conspired to keep me late, but in reality I was out the door a bit early. 

When I got to the Hilton I found Suze in the same seat she had been in before. She was in the black dress and looking great again. This time, though, she was alone and drinking water. She kissed me and ordered water for me as I sat down. 

With a fair amount of trepidation and a bit of a shake in my voice, I asked, "What's up?"

She melted my heart with a smile. "I thought I'd give us a mulligan on our anniversary. Not so much to drink and no funny business this time, though."

Relief flooded through me. "You mean...I mean...another night out and then finish back here?" I asked.

"Back here alone together," she replied brightly.

I drank my water and smiled.

Dinner and dancing were great. We laughed and talked and had a merry time. We were dancing one last dance before heading to the hotel when Suzanne lifted her head from my chest and said, "I'd like you to do something for me, honey."

I held her close and murmured, " Anything, angel."

"When we get back to the hotel I'd like you to be more...in charge. "

"Huh?" I didn't understand.

"When we get back to the room I want you to be more forceful with me. Make me satisfy you. I'd like that." As she whispered in my ear, she pressed her body closer. I felt her rub against me.

I was paralyzed. On one hand, this was pretty much the type of behavior and play fun I had hoped for when I started it. On the other hand, it was John who had been 'in charge', not me. I wasn't sure how comfortable I was with taking charge. After a moment of thought, however, I decided to do as Suze asked. I didn't want to throw cold water on a happy time together, and besides, this might turn out to be fun.

"Ok, baby. I can do that," I told her.

It is too embarrassing to relate all the details of what happened when I tried to play the dominant hand. I turned into a robotic moron. I was so clumsy that I even accidentally elbowed Suze in the ear. When she suggested I hold her hair and force her to go down on my I kept pulling her off of me and checking to see that she was ok. I felt silly the whole time, and I could see the frustration building in Suzanne. 

After a while, she said "You know what? Lets just make love. These games are pretty silly."

This was better. I made passionate love to my wife for the next two hours. I stroked, licked, and caressed her beautiful body. I kissed her and cherished her. It was sweet, hot, romantic sex. We both had orgasms. We were both sweaty and tired by the end. We fell asleep tangled in the sheets and each other. 

Waking in the morning was the opposite of my post-anniversary morning. I was recharge, happy, and physically sated. I popped through a shower and ordered breakfast. Then I woke my sweetheart with a kiss on the cheek. She woke with a smile and a stretch. I told her, "Breakfast is on the way! Get it together or you'll miss out." 

Room service had just left when she joined me at the table. "You are certainly chipper this morning." She said reaching for her juice.

"Yep. Last night was super. At least...most of it was." I felt myself blush. "I had a great time with you last night. Dinner, dancing, and sweet lovemaking in the moonlight..."

Suzanne smiled at me around a bite of croissant. "Yes. It was nice. You are the sweetest, kindest, most considerate lover I could ever imagine."

Something jarred in me. She had just given me an incredible compliment. I could see the love her eyes when she said it. Yet – there was something there that was off. There was nothing that anyone who didn't know her intimately would have even suspected, but there was something that told me that what she said wasn't the whole story. It was almost as if there was a telepathic "but...." on the end of her last sentence. I gave her a quizzical look, trying to draw out the rest of the story without actually saying something to her.

She concentrated on her food in reply. I let the silence hang.

"You know...." she began, " last time. I mean when we...were here before?" She paused looking for my understanding.

I nodded to her and thought, 'yeah when you were abused and fucked like a slut off the street.'

"Well there were aspects of what we did...what I did that night that were satisfying. Something that night filled a need or desire in me that I didn't even know I had."

I nodded again, feeling anguished. This morning was the opposite of my last wake up here. Last time I woke up miserable and things got better. This time it looked like my life was circling the bottom of the bowl. I prepared myself to hear Suzanne tell me she didn't want me anymore and that she was leaving me.

"Not just the sex," she continued, "the whole experience was so intense. I can't begin to describe how enormous it all was for me. I discovered something in me that is powerful. It draws me. And then...well...last night kind of proved my fears. "

"What?" I asked.

"Rich, you are so sweet natured, so kind and caring that it isn't in you to be forceful or controlling. I love our sex and love together and never want to be without you, our love, or even the sweet loving we share. But there are things I've discovered I desire that I just can't imagine you doing. These things...I'm afraid that if I don't explore them somehow, they will build up. Unanswered, they will build up and eventually poison our lives together. I don't want that.. I haven't thought about anything but that night and us since that night three weeks ago. I feel something building in me that I have to respond to."

"Okay, I think I hear what you are saying. But, where are you going with this? What do you mean?"

She took a breath, then looked me in the eye, "That night, before he left, John and I exchanged e-mail addresses. He will be back in town next week and I want to see him." 

"I don't want to see that person again," I said as forcefully as I was capable. "I can't go through that again. I don't want it."

"I didn't say that I wanted US to see him."

My jaw dropped. "You mean you want to have an affair?"

"No. I don't want to do anything behind your back. I want your permission to explore this side of me. It is something I feel a strong compulsion to try. I know you care fore me and want me to be fulfilled. I'll share it with you in any way you want. If there were some way you could give me...some way it was within you to be less sweet and loving and more in control...then I wouldn't ask this of you. You can come watch, participate, stay home and I'll tell you all the details. Whatever makes you happy."

I felt like I was driving a car going downhill on an icy street, I was trying to get a little control or slow down, but inertia and gravity just kept sliding me along – no matter how hard I stood on the brakes. Looking back, I think I started down the hill the day I opened that first newsgroup story. Somewhere along the line, right about the moment we let John in our hotel room, all control was lost.

"Look, I know I encouraged the dress up in public stuff, but I never wanted any of the other. I don't want it. I don't like it. I'm not some kind of twisted perv that wants that sort of thing." As I said that I flashed on all the stories I had read over the internet. They had excited me. I had been excited most of the time with John. It was in the cold light of morning that I wasn't excited by the reality of doing stuff with others, but I wasn't about to admit any of that to Suzanne.

"But, what if I am?" She asked me.

That kicked off an argument that lasted for hours. We both reasoned, yelled, cried, and shouted. It didn't get us anywhere. I was firmly of the opinion that what had happened was a terrible mistake that should be spackled over, painted, and forgotten. Suze was positive that not investigating what she felt would cause her desires and interest to fester and would eventually ruin us. It didn't help when I said it would surely ruin us now by doing what she wanted or it might ruin us later if we didn't. Finally, we dropped it when checkout time approached.

That evening at home, after tucking in our daughter, we sat at the table and talked some more over a glass of wine. We had had a few hours to calm down and think. 

"I'd like to set a baseline," I started. "I love you and want to share my life with you. I am pretty sure you feel the same way."

"Yes. I never want to lose you or us. No matter what."

Okay then, I guess the next thing is how do we not damage that and still find a way to accommodate or eliminate these strong feelings you have..."

"I don't think it is quite so simple. I don't think this is something that can just be switched off. What I felt, physically and emotionally, that night was so intense, so deep, that I can't begin to tell you. "

"Do you mean..." I bit off the rest of the sentence, but it echoed in my head 'his cock so deep in you, or your tongue so deep in his ass?' "Never mind. I'll just accept that you have a need to explore this thing – okay?"

"Okay. It isn't that I don't want you. It isn't that our sex life isn't good. It is something different – separate – from all of that.."

I sighed. This was painful. "What if I try to learn to fill that role?"

She was shaking her head as I said it. "We tried last night. I think we both agree that it is something completely contradictory to your personality."

"Maybe I can learn..." I started.

"No. I've been thinking a lot about this. Not only is it not in you to do it, I don't think it is within us for you to pretend or act that way. I don't think either of us can put ourselves out of the roles we have with each other. I couldn't ...let go... like that with you even if you could act that way convincingly. You are the love of my life, my life partner – not my..." she blushed and looked into her wineglass, "....master"

An icy blade through my stomach wouldn't have felt worse. I was speechless for a minute. The silence that hung between us seemed to have physical weight. Finally, I said, "I don't think I can be part of anything like...that."

"I know."

"But I know you need to explore your feelings. I think I understand what you said about them festering if we ignored them."

"So...what do we do?"

I spoke without thinking, "I don't want to see it, hear about it, know about it – at least not until I hear from you that it is over. I won't stop you or leave you. I don't want our normal lives disrupted or destroyed. As far as I'm concerned, this whole thing can just cease to exist." 




Don't Ask, Don't Tell



She may be shy, but she wasn't stupid. She saw what I was offering in my desperation. She even made it better. "Okay honey. I can do that. And in six months, we'll talk again. Maybe by then I will have exorcised whatever this is."

"Fine," I looked at her. "Nothing happened. Nothing will happen."

She stood and poured us more to drink. With and ironic smile she gently said "Don't ask, don't tell," then she left the room.

Denial is a powerful thing. It works for me. In the week after that discussion, life went back to normal for me. My loving wife seemed unchanged. My daily routine was comfortable and unchanged. Even our sex life was pretty much unchanged. Sex was a mutual expression of love. Aside from an occasional gut plunging frisson of something running through me over the reality of things, it felt like that whole episode had been a bad dream. 

Then, Friday afternoon, Suzanne called me at work. "Hi honey. I wanted to let you know that going out with some of the others from work tonight, I'll probably be pretty late."

I was frozen. What did the call mean? Was she going out on one of those team building dinner celebration things they did all the time in her office – or was this something else? "Uhh...What's up?" I asked. Then I slapped my forehead. I really didn't want to ask that question.

She was quiet for a moment, then said, "Oh, you know. One of those things. I can tell you where if you want to ask."

"No, no. Have fun. And don't let the office rah rah stuff get to you."

I listened to the phone hiss for another second, then she said, "Right. They can get carried away when we meet those goals...." 

We were mutually building (or maintaining) a delicate alternate reality for me. I tried to grab hold of it and shut out the rest. I tried to convince myself that the feeling deep in my chest was just the result of one cup of coffee too many today. 

I couldn't concentrate that afternoon at work. Eventually I gave up and headed home. I stopped to pick our daughter, Kim, up from the neighbor she stayed with when Suzanne couldn't be home in the afternoon. Kim and Jenny, her 'best friend in the whole world', were deep into playing an old board game. Jenny's mom and I were hit with a double barreled ten year old sleepover request.. I was thankful that it was okay with Jenny's mom. I really wasn't up to playing Mr. Mom that evening.

Once home I dropped the mail off on my desk and checked my home e-mail. Nothing exciting there - just penis extensions and Viagra deals. Then I did it. I went to one of the adult stories sites that I hadn't visited since our anniversary night a month ago. I reread some of my old favorite stories. Then, I had an idea. I found an old back up DVD of my data. Stashed away on it were all of the saved stories that I had deleted off of my hard drive. I restored them and spent the next hour reading about wives having sex outside of their marriage. 

My cock was hard and I was extremely excited at what I was reading. Then I sat back and let that alternate reality collapse. I knew down deep inside that there was no team building thing that would keep Suze out tonight. Tonight was one month to the day since our anniversary. John said he came to town once a month for business. Suze had to be with him right now. I flipped through my memories of the scene in our hotel room on our anniversary. I wondered what they were doing at that very moment. I imagined Suzanne with her legs spread and his fingers deep in her pussy. That is all it took – I came all over myself. Surprisingly, my orgasm didn't relax the tension of excitement in me. I cleaned up and looked at my watch. It was only 6:30. I'd forgotten that I'd left work so early. Maybe they weren't together right now.

I was in a thrall to the sexual tension. The stories had wound me up. All the negative feelings I had about Suze being with John seemed to be burned away by the lust I was feeling. What was left was a burning curiosity combined with a slightly sick feeling of fear. I don't really understand how I can feel so strongly against something and be attracted to it at the same time. Maybe I'm just self destructive and plain nuts. The more I thought about Suze and what she would be doing, the more excited I became. Finally, I just gave in to it completely. I hopped in the car and made tracks for the hotel. I hoped that they would be meeting there. 

As I drove I wondered about what they would be doing later. Would it be a full out B&D thing with black leather, whips, and torture? Would he make her do some of the unspeakably nasty things I had read about in the newsgroups? Would she be reluctant or eager? What if she got scared and wanted to stop – would he respect that? Mostly, though I had a picture of Suzanne straddling his hips, riding his cock like a PBR cowboy on a bull. My cock was hard at the thought. My heart was sick at the thought, but it wasn't in charge at the moment. That part of me was packed off in a compartment...effectively walled off by lust.

I hesitated at the door from the parking garage into the lobby. I had to be careful to not be seen by Suzanne. The potential for misunderstanding, difficult explanations, and severe marital strife was too high. I peeked around the lobby and only saw the normal to and fro of the hotel guests. I went in to the little sundries/news stand. From there, I could see across the lobby and into the bar. Under the guise of looking through the books and magazines in the rack, I searched for my wife. It was almost seven and my guess was that they would meet here at the same time and place as before. 

I was right! At least, I was partially right. John strolled through the lobby and into the bar. My stomach lurched at the sight of him. I watched as he sat on a bar stool and turned to survey the crowd in the bar. He looked completely at ease and was completely self possessed. His relaxed confidence showed in every move he made. 

Then I saw her! Suze came in from the parking garage and crossed the lobby and entered the ladies room. She wasn't wearing what she had on when she left for work. This new outfit was, especially for Suze, pretty outrageous. It was like an outfit on one of the girls in an old Robert Palmer video. Short skirt, dark stockings, silky tight top. Wow! She looked like a Hollywood star out for a night of being chased by paparazzi. When she came out of the ladies room, she looked even more so. She'd pulled her hair back and put on some pretty heavy makeup. She looked ready to play.

Except...I saw her pause before she turned the corner to go into the bar. One hand was on the wall for support, the other arm crossed her body. He posture changed. She looked like she had just discovered she was naked. She looked around a moment. I could see incipient panic on her face. Then, she looked down and I could see her drawing deep breaths. She was either girding herself for the upcoming evening or preparing to back out. Maybe she was doing some of both. I was pulling for her to head back to the garage. 

She took a final deep breath and took a step away from the bar – towards the garage. Relief and disappointment flooded through me. Then the stopped, turned, and went to the bar. Again, relief and disappointment reigned. The clash of conflicting emotions was powerful. I was sweating just standing there. I looked around and realized the girl that ran the shop was looking strangely at me. I had been standing there a while. I grabbed a magazine and walked up to the counter. As she rang it up, I realized it was People magazine. I felt pretty stupid for not looking before grabbing it. It could have been worse, though. At least I didn't grab Tiger Beat or something.

I found a little alcove behind a huge planter that gave me a view of the bar. I was looking over Suzanne's shoulder where she was turned to face John. In the time it took to purchase the magazine, she had been brought a drink. She and John were sitting with their heads close talking. At least John was talking. She was nodding or shaking her head a lot. It looked like he was asking her a fair number of questions. 

My heart was in my throat. I wished that I had bought something to drink instead of that stupid magazine. My mouth was parched. I was getting frustrated at not knowing what they were saying. I was also getting frustrated by the clumps of people walking across the lobby between me and the bar. Finally, I saw John sit back and take a drink. Then he clearly told Suze to do something. You could see that it was a command from his demeanor. You could also see that it took Suze back a step. She wasn't refusing, but she wasn't obeying either. Then after he gave her a 'put up or shut up' look, she turned in her bar stool so that she was facing out with her back mostly to the bar. Slowly, carefully keeping her knees tight, she uncrossed her legs and put both heels on the rungs of the stool. She gave John a look. He didn't respond at all.

I wondered what was happening. Her next move explained it. She twisted back to the bar and reached for her drink. As she did this, her legs came apart. I wasn't seated in the sweat spot and couldn't see what she was exposing but , judging from the reaction of a couple of businessmen at a table in front of Suzanne, she gave quite a show. When she turned back and sipped her drink, John smiled at her. He made her flash those guys. I was sure they could see all the way up her short skirt. I adjusted myself so that I wasn't standing there with a stiffie pushing out the front of my slacks.

John casually reached over and stroked Suze's thigh. As he did it, she relaxed her legs and gave her fans another show. I was transfixed. He motioned to her and she leaned towards him I saw him kiss her and smoothly tweak a nipple. This guy was groping her in public. He was showing my wife off to anyone that wanted to see in that bar. It was something between bawdy and open vulgarity. She was playing to it. His hand went further up her leg.

"Excuse me sir."

My attention was focused completely on his hand sliding up her leg. 

"Sir, can I help you/" 

I realized there was someone standing next to me. "Hmmm...What" I mumbled as I turned to see who was talking to me. It was a big guy with a hotel employee badge on his suit jacket. "I'm...uhh...I'm waiting for an associate. Thanks"

He gave me a long look. His eyes traveled down my body and back up. Mine followed. When I looked down I realized that my erection was pretty visible even if it wasn't poking straight out. I flushed with embarrassment. 

"Our store clerk said that you were in the store for a long time. I thought I'd check and be sure you are okay," he said. The subtext read, 'I've been sent to check out the pervert stalking the news stand clerk.'

"I'm fine," I said. "I've just been waiting to meet someone, but I guess I've been stood up. Thank you." I moved past him and started for the door. As I did so, I glanced into the bar again. My eyes locked with John's. He smiled a secret smile at me and ticked his head in the faintest of nods.

I went out side and walked around the building to the parking garage entry, not wanting to have the security guy follow me to my car. When I got in the car I sat and shook for about five minutes. I was an emotional mess. I still had a hardon begging for attention. The lust and excitement of seeing John showing my wife off and groping her in the bar were intense. My humiliation at being confronted by hotel security only added to the hurt and helpless lost feelings I'd had at seeing my wife participate like that. I was pretty torn up. Then there was the issue of John. Would he tell Suze I had been peeking at them from behind the plants? Would he use that against me. 

I left the garage. As I paid for my parking at the gate I saw the security guy just happened to be chatting with the booth attendant. He looked at me and waved. He was letting me know that he knew where I was. It was another little twist of the knife. 

I spent the rest of the evening at home abusing myself. Figuratively and literally. I must have jerked off four or five times. In between those frantic lust driven sessions, I kicked myself for putting us – myself – in the situation we were in. It was a long evening and even though I came more in that period than in any other six hours in my life, there was no satisfaction. All I ended up with was a raw dick and a bruised ego.

The clock read 1:42 when I heard the garage door open. I was in bed with the lights out and my hand on my dick when I heard it. I rolled over pretending sleep. Suze came in and turned on the closet light. I peeked at her. She still had on the outfit from earlier, but her hair and makeup were much worse for the wear. Her clothes looked a bit wrinkled and sloppy, as if they had been dumped on the floor and hastily re-donned. The sight and the thought of the circumstances behind her looks gave me a guilty thrill. My cock was throbbing.

Suze put the clothes away, cut the lights, and came to bed nude. She sleeps nude once or twice a week, so there was no special meaning behind it. In the dark I couldn't see anything but a silhouette moving to the bed. I wondered if there were bite marks or handprints on her body. I wondered if her pussy hair was matted with cum. I was harder than I'd been all evening. 

She rolled towards me and kissed my temple. I was still feigning sleep. Then she reached down and grasped my cock. She stroked it a few times. I was unable to keep from moving my hips with her strokes. She climbed over me and slipped me into her. She was very wet. She had to have his cum in her slutty cheating cunt. She rode me hard for a couple of minutes. I pulled on her tits and fucked back. We were both frantic and very hot. I felt her orgasm building alongside mine. For the first time in ages, we came together. Her mouth was on my lips, drawing my tongue into her mouth as she tightened. I pulled on her hips and felt both of us pulsing. 

"I love you," we both said simultaneously. We then drifted to sleep with me still in her. 

I woke to the phone ringing the next morning. It was Jenny's mom warning us that she was dropping our Kim off in a half hour or so. Kim was already up and in the shower. I told her that Kim would be home soon through the curtain. As I was brushing my teeth, Kim shut the shower off and opened the curtain. In the mirror I could see bite marks on her breasts. When she turned to towel off a leg, I saw some light bruising on her ass. Those weren't from me. My stomach lurched. I clenched my eyes. The lust was fairly well burned out of me. The balance of wanting and not wanting these things to happen was pretty firmly on the not side at the moment. I hung my head and waited for her to leave the room. 

When I came downstairs she handed me a cup of coffee and we started our Saturday like any other. We made a list of the chores that needed to be done. Planned for some fun activities for Kim and ourselves. In all, things were as if nothing unusual had happened last night. As if those marks on her body didn't exist. 

"How was your meeting," I asked. Then I mentally kicked myself. I couldn't believe I actually said that out loud. My mouth needs a better governor. 

She looked at me, her eyes steady on mine. I felt sweat start under my arms. 

"Oh, you know how those things go. You don't want me to bore you with details do you?" she asked. 

"No...no. I know what they are like," I said, ducking a bullet and backing off from a chance to hear about what happened.

That was the only time that weekend that anything was said by either of us about what had happened.

The next waypoint in my saga was the next Tuesday morning at work I got back from a meeting and found a package on my desk. It was a CD mailer, so I figured someone had sent some documentation they couldn't entrust to e-mail and the big bad internet. I opened it up and found no note, DVD. I threw it in my laptop, scanned the content for bad stuff, then looked at the contents. There was one small file on it titled Read this first Rich.doc and a large .wmv file. I opened the read me file and read following note:

Rich,

Let me begin by thanking you. The evening with you and Suzanne was remarkable and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I enjoyed it almost as much as I did last Friday evening with Suzanne alone. 

As you know, I saw you in the lobby of the Hilton while I was toying with Suzanne the other night. I really wasn't surprised to see you there. Suzanne told me about your situation and the 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' agreement you reached. I am a generous man, Rich, and I'll share some insights I have that will help you. 

You would never have accepted the agreement with Suzanne that you did if you were truly against her participating in a little exploration with me. You would have put your foot down definitively. Suzanne would have not pressed of argued if you were absolute in your conviction. It isn't in her to confront firmness. She may test it. She may fight vacillation or a lack of resolve, but she won't fight you if you are decisive.

Therefore, there is something in you that wants this to happen regardless of what you are willing to admit to Suzanne or even yourself. You spying on Suzanne and I at the hotel confirmed that. You want the thrill of illicit activity and the power of secrecy. You want to feel in and out of control at the same time. 

I'm willing to accommodate you. Your lovely wife is enough of a treat that I'm willing to repay your generosity with her by giving you what you want. What you really want, not what you've convinced yourself you want. 

Here is the deal. At the end of the video file on this disk is an e-mail address. Just send me one of three words. If you send me a note that says 'Stop', I will drop you and Suzanne like a hot potato. Neither of you will hear from me again. If she approaches me in public I will tell her I no longer wish contact with her under any circumstance. If you send me a note that says 'Continue', then things will continue as they are now. You can slink around and try to watch Suzanne from a distance as I play with her. You can look at her afterwards and wonder what she did. Finally, if you send me a note that says 'Please', then I will give you a treat. I will send you video, photos, and written descriptions of my activities with your wife. You can be the voyeur. You can't participate, but you can know what is happening without her knowing it. You will see or hear about every nasty thing I can make her do. 

I already know what you will do. Take a few minutes to watch the video. You will figure out what I already know.

Finally, understand that if you send 'Continue' or 'Please', the agreement is for three months from my last meeting with Suzanne the slut. After that, I'll meet with both of you to discuss the future. If you send anything other than a one word reply, or try to contact me in any way before that meeting, I will stop and cut everything off.

It has been a pleasure fucking your wife.

John

I don't think I passed out. I know I hyperventilated. I was more pissed off than I had ever been. 'Stop' was on its way for sure. I could stop this craziness and get life back to normal. That arrogant ass, acting like he knew what my thoughts and desires were when he barely knows me at all. I was pissed enough that I would send a 'Stop' just to be contrary. That fool had given me the means to bring my life back under control.

I started an email with the word stop as the subject and the word stop in the body. Then I paused. In my haste to send the note I had forgotten that he had put the return mail address somewhere on the video he sent. I was pretty sure I knew what I would see on the video. I packed up my laptop and headed home.

Once at home, I sat at my desk and started the video. I was still pissed and feeling contrary so I hit the high speed button intending to scan through the video to the address so that I could send that note to stop it all. As the images jerked across the screen I analyzed what I was seeing. The video quality wasn't great. It was clearly a small camera that was hidden or disguised. The lighting wasn't great. No audio was available at the speed I was listening, but I imagined that it's quality wasn't great, either. The point of view never changed so there wasn't anyone else taping what happened. 




Don't Ask, Don't Tell



What I was seeing go by at four times normal speed had a gripping effect. John and my wife entered the room and shared a drink. They both sat in the chairs by the window on the far side of the bed. After a bit Suze stood and started dancing in front of John. He was giving her a lot of direction. I figured out that he was teaching her to give him a lapdance. Her little short skirt was pulling up as she moved, eventually showing the bottoms of her ass cheeks. She turned and rubbed herself against him sensuously. He motioned her off of him after a bit and had her stripping in front of him. She danced and moved self-consciously at first, then with increasing confidence as she lost herself in the action. 

I slowed the replay down to double speed. I was missing too much at high speed. I also pulled off my tie and loosened the collar to my shirt. Then I reached down and adjusted myself so that my hardening cock wasn't bent double.

Once Suzanne was nude he made her get on her knees. I hated that because the bed was between the camera and most of her body. The camera was mostly pointed at the bed and this action was almost off the screen. He made her crawl to him and guided her in running her hands up and down his legs. She sucked on his fingers when he fed them to her. Finally, he put his hands behind his head and slid forward in the seat. I watched her back and head bobbing over his crotch for the next fifteen minutes. That meant that she had actually spent 30 minutes orally worshiping his cock. I couldn't tell if he came or not. His expression never changed. When she stood at his direction and climbed on the bed I couldn't see evidence of cum on her face. If he came she swallowed every single drop.

On the bed, he mounted her doggie style and proceeded to fuck her hard, occasionally slapping her ass. He would hold her hips and fuck her body back and forth. It was like he was using her body to masturbate himself. He had amazing stamina. I could see her obviously having multiple orgasms as he relentlessly pounded her. Finally, I could see that he was reaching his peak. He froze with his cock deep in my wife. I knew that he was pumping his cum into her cunt. It was a powerful moment for me to watch. I slowed the video to normal speed. The audio popped in when I did that.

"Yes, Yes. Give it to me. Cum in me. Please yes..." my wife was moaning semi-coherently. 

He slapped her hard across her right ass cheek and said, "Shut up, slut.." Then he pulled out of her and propped himself against the pillows in the middle of the bed. "You know what to do.:"

She dove on his cock, licking and cleaning it with her mouth. Then she started reaching between her legs and spooned his cum from her cunt to her mouth. He rolled over and raised up on his knees. I heard that radio announcer voice say, "Lick the sweat from my asshole."

To my shock, horror, and excitement, she dove on him like he offered her a treat. I watched my wife, the mother of my child, the successful real estate agent, the timid beauty I wed eagerly tongue this man's asshole. He made (allowed?) her to stay there for a long time. I saw his cock begin to harden after about ten minutes. I looked down, realizing that I had my hand in my own crotch. I had been stroking myself through my pants as I watched what happened. I felt a flicker of shame, but it was quickly extinguished by a wave of lust. I was turned on and everything I was seeing was exciting me.

I spent the next hour stroking myself while I watched John use Suzanne. He grabbed her tits and moved her into positions using them like handles – no wonder they were bruised when she got home. I finally came when he made her beg him to fuck her ass. I came again when I saw her lick the cum from his cock when he pulled it from her ass after fucking it for twenty minutes. I was completely spent .

I sat there completely spent, watching her dress on the screen. John hadn't really done anything too different or extreme that the last time he had Suzanne. The big difference was that she was stone cold sober doing it...and I was just as sober when I watched it. There was no way to blame alcohol for what happened.

I saw John walk Suze towards the door. The screen showed an empty room for a minute, and then John came back and addressed the camera, "Rich, I am sure you found satisfaction in watching this. Your wife is a sweet little slut. At least, she is for me." He smiled at the camera for a moment before going on to give me the email address and then said, "Just send that 'please' now like I know you will. Please means 'John, please continue to fuck and use my wife as your personal slut. Make her do nasty things... and please share them with me.' See you in three months."

The video ended. Sitting there with my pants at my ankles, I opened my email, entered his address, and did as he said.



Don't Ask, Don't Tell



"This is stupid." Raphael Lopez groaned. It was easy enough to see why he was complaining about the pointless choir. At nearly one hundred and thirty degrees it was literally getting to the point where you could fry an egg on the local rocks. On the short list of things that made the heat even more unbearable than it was being punished for whatever random bullshit reasons the higher ups could think up. 

Today's game was a familiar one, partially because it served some legit purposes aside from torture. Lopez, Private First Class Lopez, and his fellow victim, Shaun Simmons were filling sandbags. One hundred sandbags that would replace several of the bags currently in use. Some of them had holes in them, others had split in the sun but the majority were still perfectly serviceable. There were definitely more than enough to hold all the tent flaps down in even the worst Iraqi sand storms. Which didn't really matter since they were living in an underground bunker anyway. The only things living in tents at this point was the actual ordinance and that wasn't because the sand was damaging the bombs, it was because several rounds had managed to cook off in the insane desert heat. 

"Shut up and get it done Lopez." Corporal Renaud barked from the back of the Hum V. Unlike the two Marines working with the undersized shovels they'd been issued and dressed in full digital camouflage Renaud was wearing a pair of green shorts and boots that looked utterly ridiculous together. The thing was while he was sweltering as well he made it almost fun with his sunglasses and sipping from a bottle of Sprite that was more vodka than Sprite. Nobody was quite sure how he was getting it but it seemed like once a month or so he was able to get some booze and as long as he shared it nobody questioned him too hard. "I know it looks like I don't mind being out here watching you fucking Shitbirds dig in the dirt but I'd really rather be back at camp playing eight on eight Halo 3."

Simmonsl looked up for a moment then lowered his head and continued digging and filling the sandbags up. It was becoming the most common activity for him and it showed. When he'd came to Kuwait he'd been on the wait loss program and struggled to keep anybody from noticing how much he was filling out. Now three months into Iraq he was tightening his belt and admiring the definition of his arms as well as his newly bronzed skin. It didn't make him appreciate filling sandbags three days a week but it at least made it a little easier when he could see the results.

Like most of his unit Simmonsl was enjoying, almost to the point of abuse the lax regulations on shaving and hair cuts in the field. His hair was nearly long enough to run his fingers through, and while technically only slightly out of regulation would have gotten his ass chewed to a stump back stateside. It felt almost sinful, and he was enjoying the noticeable stubble even more. It somehow made him feel more masculine and like he was going into the shit even though as and Ordinance Technician he was only in the shit for real if he got lucky, otherwise he was strictly in the rear with the gear. The other extreme was Lopez. He'd actually managed to put on weight in Iraq. The combination of MREs which are designed in the most technical sense to be the only meal for a day and are assuming you're in combat or at least humping to a new location are just packed with calories. That combined with the lack of PT had put on several pounds, not enough to cause him any trouble but it was easily noticed. While he didn't mind being able to grow his hair out a bit and even his beard he hated being covered in sand and sweat. He loved training for his job and probably wouldn't have minded if a war broke out in New York and he got to sleep in a real bed and not deal with camel spiders he hated doing his job at least in Iraq.

"Okay you two know why you're here right?" Renaud spat sitting up. "I mean why it's you two and not Humphreys and Radney or Walkosz and Borrego right?"

"No Corporal." Lopez answered dropping his E Tool and turning towards his NCO. He had been a rich brown before coming to Iraq like a lot of Mexicans but the constant sunshine had roasted him into a much deeper hue. 

"Okay let me be clear. I don't give a shit, in fact if you two give me your word you'll STFU I'll do what I can to make this shit go away. Understood?" Both men nodded. "Everybody knows you two are fucking faggots. I'm sure you aren't the only two out here but you gotta do a better job of fucking covering that shit up. Don't ask don't tell really means don't let a muthafucka know okay? If you guys would be a little more secretive you might fill less sandbags. Under-fuckin-stood?" Renaud said. Again his response was a pair of nods. "So you two are gonna keep this shit under wraps from now on right? You two being goddamn butt pirates is fucking top secret. Treat it the same as you would the President's travel plans and we'll be fuckin straight." For a third time there were nods all around. "Good to fuckin go. For the record, I don't give a shit whose . . . shit you push in. It honestly ain't my goddamn business. The only thing I give a shit about if is you've got my back when we're knee deep in the shit and I know both of you do. So remember I didn't tell you this shit, I don't know, I will fuckin deny this shit to my grave and anybody else who is sent to you who is in will hook you up. I can't fix it all but I can fix some of it. Anyway finish the bags you flaggots are on and get in."

It was just a few minutes later that they had driven from what amounted to the middle of nowhere, a stretch of road between the Ordnance Camp and Tent City where everybody else lived into Tent City. The Corporal told them to keep driving and he'd tell them when and where to stop. It took about twenty minutes but he found what he was looking for. An army camp ready to break down with more than one hundred sandbags. He made them bring back almost one hundred and sixty but it was worth it. The job had been meant to take an entire afternoon and had instead only taken half that amount of time and at the same time produced more bags than they'd expected. It was enough that nobody questioned Renaud's methods.

Simmonsl and Lopez made it a point to avoid each other the rest of the day. They even went as far as to play on opposite teams during the nightly Halo matches who seemed to make the day drag on but they managed somehow to get through it all. It was past midnight when a nearly silent signal alerted Simmonsl that it was time to move beyond the dunes. He let Lopez had a nearly fifteen minute head start before they headed out to their special spot.

There wasn't much special about it, really wasn't anything special about anything in Kuwait. It was just desert, sand on top of sand without even the benefit of cacti to break up the monotony. Sure they had some crazy beasts, giant lizards, monster spiders and the occasional religious icon but overall it was easy to understand why people from this bleak end of nowhere were going crazy. 

"You think maybe Corporal Renaud was being straight with us?" Simmonsl broke the ice. Before moving onto any other business.

"Maybe. I know you haven't worked a lot with him but he's always been cool with me. He's known for a while. I thought at first he was cool because, you know he was part of the club, which is how he found out. When I threw a few hints and he didn't say shit I figured he was one of us. I can tell you that you he ain't and he's known who I am for a year and he hasn't said one word. I can also say you and me seem to be filling a lot more sandbags than anybody else." Lopez confided. His mind was already focused on something else. "Do we have to talk about this right now?"

"Kinda do." Simmonsl replied. "I mean let's be straight. I don't love you, and you don't love me. It's just that we ain't got nobody else to fuck out here and I'll be damned if I'ma go nine months without gettin laid. Hell we've both seen how many guys go back and forth to the WM tent. Maybe he's really looking out for us. Honestly makes more sense than anything else. Sides we can't exactly request Court Martial for discrimination cus we ain't allowed to tell anybody we're gay."

"Fuck." Lopez grunted. That was the unfortunate truth. The Don't Ask Don't Tell Policy effectively made homosexuality a crime. It didn't matter one bit that Lopez was as willing to die for his country as any man, more than most actually since he'd joined the Marines. It didn't matter that he was good at his job, the only thing about him that mattered was that he didn't like women. That single fact was more important than his expert rifle skills. "Fine, maybe we want to figure out a better way to meet."

"I'll work on it. For now let's just enjoy what we've got okay?" Simmonsl grabbed Lopez and kissed him hard. There was a difference between men and women kissing and two men. There was no pretense of tenderness. It was just brutal, almost like combat and a hint of greed when they kissed. Simmonsl wasn't trying to get Lopez off in the least. He was trying to get off and that was the only thing he was really focused on.

"God I want to feel it in me tonight." Lopez grunted. He was already rock hard, he'd been that way almost continually since he'd gotten back to camp and started thinking about his nightly liaison. 

"Stop fuckin around." Simmonsl grunted working to unbutton the fly of his trousers; Lopez had already removed his own and leaned over a pile of sandbags invitingly. 

"Chill the fuck out Simmonsl. Fuck me and let's get back, like Renaud said we aren't foolin anybody." He gripped the sand bags as the initial pain of being filled shot through him but that was over in a moment replaced with the pleasant full feeling he wanted. "Damn feels great every time." He started pushing back. 

Simmonsl was silent at that point just pounding away at Lopez who didn't seem to mind the near grudge fuck. He seemed to getting off on it, other wise he would have been quieter. Not that they needed to be particularly quiet, they were separated from the next living human by a few hundred yards and several tons of layered sand. They could shout at the tops of their lungs and not been heard. If he'd been quieter it would have taken longer before Simmons came but hearing the moans just got to him.

"That was quick." Lopez teased jerking off for a few more seconds before dumping his load in the sand and covering it up. "You know the worst part is that I didn't even choose to be gay. Women just don't do it for me. It doesn't make me a freak."

"No, what makes you a freak is letting a guy fuck you in the ass. The fucked up part is that I'm not ashamed that I'm gay and I hate that when everybody else brings their girlfriends and wives to the barbeques I have to pretend like I'm ashamed of mine." Simmons commented.



Dont Ask Dont Tell



"Staff Sgt. Lee, can you please report to my office," called Chief Lewis as he entered the building. 

SSgt Dena Lee thought, "This can't be good, if he is already barking orders as soon as he enters his office." Yes sir she replied. Dena finished soldering the wires and returned her tools to her belt. As she climbed down off the ladder, she could feel the men eyes on her ass. While she enjoyed the attention of being one of only four females that worked in her building and the only black female, she did not like being stared at and not taken serious at her job. 

Dena worked hard to get her rank of Staff Sergeant after only 3 years of being enlisted in the Air Force. Dena worked equally hard to maintain her size 6 waist and 38dd breast on her 5 feet 7 inch frame. While she loved how she looked her tits made it difficult to find the right size camouflage uniform top as they were always too wide in the waist and difficult to stay tucked in. She was glad her Chief, rarely yelled about tucked in shirts because of their jobs.

Ignoring the looks, SSgt Lee knocked on the Chief's door and waited for permission to enter. "Come in!" he growled. Looking up to see it was SSgt Lee, Chief Lewis' face softened and asked her to come in and have a seat. Trying as hard as he could, Chief Lewis found it difficult to not look at SSgt Lee's huge tits stretching the material of her uniform. He could feel his dick getting hard just from seeing them strain against the buttons. Chief Lewis sat down quickly to hide his quickly rising cock and suggested SSgt Lee sit as well.

"I have to inform you that next week, you will be working in the Command Center at the Communications Headquarters for the next six month. As you are aware, it is done on a rotating basis and today your name was next on the list." 

While SSgt Lee knew she would have to eventually take her turn, she did not at all want to go at this time. She was just getting used to her new responsibilities since becoming SSgt and relished having authority over some of the men who were older than she and hated taking orders from her. As she began to protest, Chief Lewis ordered her out of his office and told her to come back at the end of the week to go over the transfer of duties. "Yes Sir," she replied and left. "And close the door behind you!" again he growled. 

As soon as the door closed, Chief Lewis immediately grabbed his cock and began to massage it under his desk. He hoped she didn't know how much he wanted to feel her tits wrapped around his cock and how he wanted to feed his cock in that juicy mouth of hers.

Returning back to the main frame and announcing her soon to be departure was met with a few groans from some of her co-workers while a few mumbled relief from having to take orders from her. Old Mr. Briggs patted her on the shoulder and said, "Ignore their asses. They just wanna get in your pants." She lightly punched him in the shoulder and laughed as they went separate ways. 

On the day before she had to leave, Dena decided to stay late and go over her reports before submitting to the Chief the next day. As the last airmen left, Dena un-tucked her shirt and began reviewing her reports and detailing the open and closed trouble tickets. Stretching to relax, a few buttons on her uniform top loosened which she didn't bother to re-button as she was alone. 

Hearing a door close, Dena jumped as she looked up from her paperwork. Oh, she groaned. "Sgt Jones. I thought everyone was gone." 

"Sorry to disappoint you. I am on call and came by to get the phone and keys." Sgt Eric Jones spoke with nastiness as he stared at Dena. Dena attempted to dismiss him as she didn't appreciate his tone and she knew he hated her.

Sgt Jones didn't hate Dena but was angry that she got the promotion that he too wanted but would have to wait another six months. Sgt Jones voiced his dissatisfaction. Dena attempted to soothe is bruised ego by reminding him how they once were friends- "Eric, I'm sorry there were limited slots for the SSgt rank but you know I worked just as hard as you to get it." Dena lamented, "I wish we could be friends again because we were good together at one time."

Walking up to Eric, Dena began unbuttoning the rest of her uniform. "Remember, how many calls we were late getting to because you couldn't keep your mouth off my tits and your fingers out my pussy?" Eric wanted to stay angry but he could feel his cock betraying him. 

As much as Dena hated the way Eric began treating her after the promotion, she still relished the memories of his thick 8 inch cock pounding her hot pussy and remember how he fucked amazingly well for a geeky white guy.

All too well, Eric remembered how he loved the contrast between Dena's mocha complexion against his milky white skin. He remembered how he felt like he was in heaven as he watched his cock probe in and out of her mouth. Pulling her up, Eric kissed her deeply while massaging her smooth melons in his hands. Pushing him against the wall, Dena turned her back to Eric and began grinding her ass into his cock. Taking his hands, she made him cup her tits. She moaned as he massaged her tits and kissed her neck. 

Dena released herself from his embrace and led Eric to her desk. Dropping the rest of her uniform, she commanded to kneel and taste her wet, juicy pussy. "UMmmmm" she moaned as she felt Eric's tongue probe in and out her pussy. Eric loved the musky smell of her pussy when she became aroused. Soon her pussy will be very wet with her juice. The thought made Erik tongue fuck her pussy and suck on her clit even harder.

Dena felt her pussy getting slick with wetness. Her breasts heaved up and down with each breath of ecstasy. She craved the feel of his cock inside her but his tongue felt so good and she wanted to cum so bad. She knew if she came over his mouth he would take more control and punish her with his dick. Dena no longer cared and released her juicy sweetness all over his mouth and face. Pulling him up, she kissed him deeply enjoying the taste and smell of her pussy on his mouth.

Still leaning on the desk, Dena did not realize she activated the cameras inside the office and building. In their own world of hot sex, a video was being made of their sexcapade. Moving to the couch, Eric commanded Dena, "Now give me what I have been waiting for!" Dena happily complied by kneeling in front of him and hungrily devoured his cock, nearly gagging as she tried to take it all. Slowing her pace, Dena stroked his cock with her mouth as her hands massaged his balls. Eric smiled with satisfaction and raised his hips to meet her mouth. Each thrust of his cock in her mouth made Dena want more. She grabbed his ass forcing his cock deeper down her throat.

Dena loved that she could deep throat his cock. She loved when Eric referred to her as the Dick Slayer. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth and knew he would be cumming soon. The thought made her pussy cream even more. Dena also reminded herself that after he released his cum the first time, he would be ready to fuck again soon after and she could not wait for the pussy pounding that awaited her.

Dena tightened her mouth around his cock and used her hands to help stroke Eric's cock. Going faster, deeper and harder, Eric's hips began to thrust even harder, deeper into her mouth. Eric moaned loudly as he released his milky cum in Dena's mouth and as she let some drip across her tits. Dena slowly licked his cum from her tits because she knew watching her lick his cum from her tits would make Eric hard again. Fingering her pussy, Dena mixed her sweetness with his cum and slowly sucked it from her fingers, enjoying the combines juices were such a big turn on for her.

Straddling Eric, Dena slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Her pussy ached to receive his cock inside her. Her pussy engulfed his cock with ease. Dena found her rhythm and rocked back and forth on Eric's pulsing rod. Eric feasted on her tits as he grabbed her ass. Holding onto her ass, he thrust deep into. Between moans, he begged her to ride his dick hard and fast. Dena eagerly obliged and bounced up and down hard on Eric's pole. She felt his thick rod with each thrust, impaling her pussy. 

Lifting her while still inside, Eric began to fuck Dena while standing, forcing his cock even deeper inside her. Dena couldn't help but yell with each thrust threatening to rip her insides. But it felt so good to her. She wanted more and begged Eric to fuck her from behind. She wanted to feel his balls slapping her ass as he fucked her.

Eric pushed Dena face down on the couch and raised her ass and proceeded to fuck Dena some more. As he pounded her pussy from behind, Eric slapped her ass and began to take his anger out on Dena pussy. Dena scream, "I'm cumming!" Eric ignores her and continues to fuck her. Ass slap- "I hate that you got promoted before me". Ass slap- "I can't stand that I have to take orders from you"! Ass slap-"I hate the other guys watching you and wanting to get in your pants." Ass Slap- "I love you dammit!" With that declaration, Eric pulls his cock out Dena's dripping pussy and cums on her ass. 

Both satisfied, Dena replies, "I love you too."



Don't Ask, Don't Tell, But Still...



I am a US civilian working in Afghanistan for the military. I am a logistic support specialist coordination the supplies, material and equipment needed by our military bases. Stationed at a base with a population of nine thousand 9000 serviced members, 90% were males. One would think you would have a good chance about meeting someone for adult fun.

While the Military has a, "Don't ask, don't tell," policy, was the official United States policy on homosexuals serving in the military from December 21, 1993 to September 20, 2011. The policy restricted military personnel from discriminating against or harassing closeted homosexual or bisexual service members or applicants. The policy barred openly gay, lesbian, or bisexual persons from military service. The policy restricted any homosexual or bisexual person from telling only one his or her sexual orientation. Gay service members could not speak about any homosexual relationships. Officially, the policy was to leave the gay services' members alone, but there was an always a chance of being discovery. If discovered, it kills any promotion and reenlist denied. 

If you were straight and just needed a blowjob or bisexual and wanted to play with a hard one or gay and need the touch of another understanding human being, how do you find someone? How do you find someone who is willing to risk exposure? There are no gay bars, no gay bathhouse, and no adult theaters in Afghanistan. The only means of finding someone who wanted to meet for sex was using adult web sites or using your personal email. Internet services to service members at a military base blocked all pornographic web sites, removing the possibility in finding someone on Adam4Adam or Squirt. Military members did have personal email accounts, and if you had their emails address you could contact someone to meet. The large military bases, like the one where I work, provided wireless Internet services allowing most of the military members to have access to send and receive e-mails. 

Cruising spots on the Afghanistan bases did not exist. If you did find someone, there were not a lot of places where you can sneak away for privately. Military members stationed overseas who are straight, bisexual or gay people; all had a basic human need for sex, and the military was preventing any social contact. 

How do you find someone who is willing to risk exposure? There are no gay bars, no gay bathhouse, and no adult theaters in Afghanistan. The only means of finding someone who wanted to meet for sex was using adult web sites or using your personal email. Internet services to service members at a military base blocked all pornographic web sites, removing the possibility in finding someone on Adam4Adam or Squirt. Military members did have personal email accounts, and if you had their emails address you could contact someone to meet. The large military bases, like the one where I work, provided wireless Internet services allowing most of the military members to have access to send and receive e-mails. 

Most military members to access the Internet was at their workstation using a military nonsecured Internet router. This access was slow, filtered and watched for security reasons. Using this router was not a discrete way of accessing your private e-mail. Another way for military members to access the Internet was using the wireless Internet available in the billeting areas. The military hired a subcontractor to provide a filtered Internet service with no access to any adult web sites. The wireless Internet did allow service members to have access to unmonitored private email accounts. The service member was still not able to access porn sites. Soldiers, Sailors or Marines in transit or did not have a laptop, could use the Internet access provided at the MWR tent (moral, welfare and recreation). A few military members could use their cell phones to access e-mail or had access to contractors' white-line Internet access not filtered or watched. 

The DADT policy was still active in 2010 when I was in Afghanistan. I know that out of the 9000 service members that at least a few wanted or needed to receive a blowjob. I knew risks involved, but I had needs that our weight the risks, and posted my e-mail address on one of the stalls in the bathroom. Men with a magic marker wrote Graffiti and artwork on the stalls' walls. I could write my e-mail address written in small print and in discrete location, unnoticed except by someone looking. I posted a simple e-mail address short and to the point, BJ4U@ a free service's provider.

Straight and to the point, the e-mail would tell a stranger what I wanted. I posted this e-mail address in two bathroom stalls in a discrete location. Surprised in less than a week I had an e-mail from a stranger expressing an interest in receiving from me oral sex. His email stated he was twenty-eight, a service member, good shape and wanted me to give him a blowjob. I responded to his e-mail and told him I was fifty-eight, and that I like, giving oral, asking him when and where we could meet.

In the next email, he responded that my age was not an issue, and he said he worked nights and slept during the day. Most military members lived in tents at this base, row after row of tents each with ten to fourteen people in each tent. People work different shifts, are out on patrol; a tent would be empty during the day. Since he is sleeping during the day and there would be hell to pay if he disturbed, he said that no one came into his tent during the day. Tent's assignment was units and by rank. He told me his tent number and the best time to meet would be around lunch. Therefore, I knew he was Marine, enlisted staff sergeant or above, working for an armored unit. I reasoned this stranger was staff sergeant having over ten years of service. The risk for this staff sergeant to meet to receive oral was great, and if he thought that his tent was safe to meet, I had no reason to disagree and had no other location to meet. 

He suggested if everything were good to meet that, he would leave a mop bucket on a table in front of the tent. Walking by the tent, see the mop bucket and know it was safe to enter the tent. If there were no mop bucket, I would leave and try again the next day. He said the tent was dark during the day, and I would have to count the number of bunks to find his bunk. In the net email exchange, we agreed to meet the next day, at 1100, if the mop bucket was there.

On the next day at 1100, I walked by the tent and no mop bucket. I walked around other tents to make sure I had the right on. Yes, this was the right tent and no mop bucket. Frustrated, I felt dejected, depressed and now hornier. Did he get scared about meeting, did he forget? I would just have to wait. The rest of the day, all I could think about was meeting this stranger and giving him oral. 

I was daydreaming about meeting this stranger causing my cock to get hard. Between my legs, I could feel cock swelling with my blood. My office was an open space shared with eight other people. My desk arranged so that my back was to the wall, and the other desks were in front not on the sides. I placed my hand between my legs feeling my cock, now partially hard. I enjoyed touching myself as all men do. A man's cock is a little addition, normally used to piss few times a day. A man's cock gets hard many times a day, sometimes for no reason his cock gets an involuntary erection, other times an erection caused by stimulants. My stimulant was thinking about giving a man oral sex and having him cum in my mouth. My sexual tension was high; my cock was hard, and it was not going away unless I did something. I left the office, went to my tent, grabbed my towel and headed to the showers. A few minutes I was relaxed.

The next day I walked by the tent at 1100, the mop bucket was resting on the table. As I entered the tent from the bright sun, I could not see anything. I felt for the bunks. I found the one and counted to the fifth one on the left. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness but could only see shadows. I moved to the center of the bunk and knelt. There was no movement from the bunk. Was there someone there or did I get the wrong one? I could not see, only a little contrast merging light gray to darkness. I reached out with my hand and felt the sheets. I could feel a body under the sheets. There was no movement from the bunk, was he asleep? My hand resting on the sheets, I could feel a warm body underneath. I know now someone was lying in the bunk; my hand was in contact with a body. What part of the body was I touching? By a quick touch, I decide that I was touching a thigh. My hand was on a thigh; I could feel him and I know he could feel me, but not movement. I moved my hand along the top of the sheet and the thigh, moving toward the crouch; I continue to move my hand up his body, there was no movement from the person in the bunk. My hand moved off the sheet and onto naked skin. My touching did not seem to awaken the person in the bunk. In the back of my mind, I did have this fear if this was the right bunk; maybe someone was playing a trick on me? I could reach out, wake this person, and get the stump by a homophobic Marine. When my hand reached his groin, I pictured touching a cock, he moved. My heart jumped, now was the moment to flee, or stay. 

I still could not see anything. Slowly, I moved my hand; I felt something, soft, warm and quite familiar. My hand was resting on his cock, still no objections. Every man's cock is distinctive, a distinctive personality: large or small; cut or uncut; thick or skinny; straight or curved; hairy or shaved; big balls or not; clean out of the shower or with his man scent. In the light, was it pink, flesh, brown or black? His hand touches mine. Was he going to pull my hand away? He takes his cock in his hand and jacks it, pulling on his balls, exposing his cock for better access by resting on his thigh. His cock is bigger but still limp. I know he is awake; I know he knows I am here. He has not offered any objection. I did not feel the need to say anything, as I lower my head. Guided by my mind's eye where my hand was my mouth contacted his cock. When I had his cock in my mouth, he moved. 

In fewer than a minute his cock got hard in my mouth, my hand reached to hold his balls. He shaved his balls smooth and no pubic hair. His balls were warmer than the rest of his body. I had my hand around his shaft and could fee the blood pumping and feel the silkiness of his cock. Shaved and smooth, allowing me to lick, kiss, and suck anywhere and not get a hair in my mouth. I still had no sight; my senses reduced to touch, taste and smell. Touching another man's cock in the darkness has to be one of my exhilarating fantasies reaching reality. I could take all of his cock in my mouth, feeling his erection and his cock become longer. He had more cock than would fit in my mouth. I could feel his hands on my head. His touch was light at first. With his hands on each side of my head, holding it fixed, he started to move his hips up and down as if having intercourse with my mouth. Each time his cock would go deep, down my throat I would gag. Gagging on a cock, having a cock forced into my mouth so far that I gag, I am not sure if I like this. My head held fixed while a man's cock was fucking my mouth. I could not pull away; his strong hands locked behind my neck, keeping me positioned. The position I was in I could not resist or object. After one or two thrusts, I learned to breathe between his deep thrusts. Sticking out my tongue opens my throat allowing an increase area for him to shove a cock in deeper, allowing me to lick his balls and not gag. 

He still held my head in his hands; surprisingly, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and pushes my face down between his legs. His direction of my head with his hands forces me to lick and suck his balls. His nut sack contained his testicles, which fit totally in my warm wet mouth. He like that, moving his legs apart and moving his hips so my mouth would have access from his balls to his asshole. He directed my mouth to the place he wanted me to lick under his balls and continue to his crack where he spread his cheeks and allow my tongue to the rim his tight hole.

He rolled over on his stomach, so I had better access to his hole. As we agreed there would be no talking, we could only feel each other and hear the sounds. His moans and grunts, and my slurpee sound when his cock was in my mouth. We did no talking and could not see each other. I stood and moved to a position where my face was over his ass my body touching part of his body. He lay on his stomach; I was still fully clothed but could feel his naked body and it warmth against mine. He was clean out of the shower, and I did not mind rimming and licking his hole. While I was in this position, he reached out, found my leg moved his hand up to my crotch, began to fondle my limp dick through my pants. He could feel that I was not hard, but I could sense he wanted to play with my cock. I unzipped my pants; unfasten my belt, slipped my pants and shorts to my knees. As I continue to pay attention to his hole, he began jacking cock with a firm tight grip.

He rolled over on his back and directed my head again to his rock-hard erection and continue to move his hips to fuck my mouth. I put my hand between his legs found the moist spot made by my mouth and could slide my finger into his hole to a depth of two inches. He like where I placed my finger and my warm moist mouth wrapped around his now fully erect cock. He speeded up to his pumping action with his cock in my mouth, and each time he would slide his cock in; I would tighten my mouth around his cock. When he would withdraw, I would relax. 

This Marine could not resist, and I could feel his cock get hard; the head swelled larger and then I could feel his cum squirting down my throat. He stopped holding my head, stopped fucking my mouth, and his body relaxed. He squirted his cum in the back of my throat I had to swallow. 

I have become addicted to cum the moment I tasted a man's cum the first time. I love the taste and the feel of it in my mouth. I pulled my head back so just the head of his cock, was between my lips. I then placed my tongue on the underside of the swollen gland head. That way, I get the full effect of tasting and feeling his cum jet into my mouth. I then swish it around in my mouth to get the loaded taste treat before slowly swallowing it. 

His cock softened in my mouth; he took his cock out of my mouth and rolled over. Dismissed, my services not wanted, and I pulled up my pants, left the tent with a smile on my face. I had the tastes of a man's cum in my mouth and his cum on my lips. As I walked, I rubbed my face and lips to make sure I had not a sign of what I just did. The taste remained in my mouth for hours, the erotic memory of what I did a lot longer.

That night I got another e-mail saying he wanted to meet the next day. I walked his tent at 1100; the mop bucket was there on the table. My secrete signal said I safe to enter the tent. The tent was as dark as before, counting the bunks to reach the fifth on the left, I moved delicately. This time when I reached down, I found him naked on top of the sheets. He reaches out and feels my crotch; I take this as his signal, he wants play on my cock. I remove my pants and boxers and lay them on a heap on the floor. This was risky; anyone could have to enter the tent I would not have time to dress. I knelt found his cock and began sucking him. I felt his hand on my butt, then move to my crack and a finger slide to my hole. He tried to insert a finger; my hole was dry, and he had no luck. 

He let me suck his cock until he was hard. He was jacking my cock while rubbing a finger around my hole. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed on my body to stand. Being manhandled my body so my bottom was in the middle of the bunk. He pulled on my hips to a position with my butt over the edge of the bunk. I did not know what he wanted me to do. I could feel his finger slide up and down my crack until he found my hole. His finger finds my hole, this time he had lube or cream on his finger, which he rubbed around my hole. His finger rubbed the lube around my hole, and his finger explored my hole pushing the lube into my hole. He pulls on my hips back over the bunk, rolls his hips toward me. I loose my balance and start to sit. 

Next, I know his cock was right at my hole; he pulled me back by the shoulders forcing me to sit on his hard cock as he enters my lubed hole. He had an average-sized cock, and he entered me without much pain. I did feel the pleasure of his cock in me, and that he wanted to fuck me. He fucked my mouth yesterday, and today he was fucking my hole. Last time to have a cock up my ass was nine months ago. I was enjoying the sensation of his hip thrusting up as I tried to keep my butt stationary. In the middle of, our activity, I got a flash and wondered if he had a condom on. Some people say they can tell the difference, but I never could, bareback or condom, it feels the same to me. I reached around with my hand to feel his cock entering my hole, no condom. He did not use a condom, so I was riding his cock raw. 

I did not know what to do, get up and tell him to put on a condom or pull out before he comes. Yes, I would tell him not to cum in me. We fuck in silence. Fucked in the ass is a pleasurable feeling. For a man, the pleasure is intensified resulting in a huge anal climax and loads of cum.

My body was positioned on top of his body allowing me some control, allowing me to sit all the way down on his erection or moving so his cock was almost out of my hole. Each time I rose; he would moan with some pleasure. After sitting on his cock and moving my butt to further his pleasure, I could feel his body tense; now was the time to tell him not to cum in me. I need to stand. As I tried, he held me, so I could not move. Immediately, I could feel his warm cum squirt deep inside me. His cock got limp; I got up, put on my pants and left the tent. I was apprehensive about him cumming inside me. I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole and made a quick trip to the bathroom where I sat, dripping cum. I felt satisfied but worried.

That night I sent an e-mail to him and commented I was worried about him not wearing a condom. He apologies, said that he did not plan on cumming inside me, but he said in his e-mail that it felt so good. I asked if he was tested, and he responded to the Government tests all service's members for STD, AIDS, and if he was, clean. I responded that as a civilian working for the military, which needs physical, including tests for AIDS and STD, reported I am clean. I told him in our email exchange, the last time I had anal sex was nine months ago having been tested three months earlier. He admits that he only had sex with his wife and never had anal sex before. I felt safer but worried.

We exchanged e-mail to let know me when he wanted to meet. We met once a week for four weeks. The day before our next meeting, I received an e-mail saying another person was working on night shift, and the tent would be available. I keep contact with him over the next few weeks, but the tent was not available; he did not want to meet any other place. I never met him again, never saw his face and would never recognize him should we pass in the street.