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You Knew

By: Ashson



Brian was coming around later and I didn't have the least doubt in the world that we would wind up in the bedroom. He'd probably spend the whole night and with a bit of luck I'd have a morning service as well. Knowing I didn't have all that much time before he was due I tidied up the bedroom

I was about to get changed into something nicer when it occurred to me that I really should pull the blinds. I was crossing over to them when I noticed that the room facing me in the house opposite was lit and Colin was moving around. 

So I continued straight past the window, forgetting to pull the blind. I fiddled around at the dressing table for a minute and then returned to the centre of the room and got changed. I was giggling to myself as I did so, knowing that if Colin looked over he'd get a real eyeful. Quite by chance, once I was naked I had to walk back over to the dressing table and back again. Then I got dressed and left the room. I'm quite sure that Colin would have caught at least part of the show.

I should confess that I don't know much about Colin. He's new in the area and I haven't really had any reason to meet him. He's way older than me, middle thirties I'd say. He's rather slender, too, and I tend to go for bigger men. But that doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun with an innocent tease, does it.

Brian fronted up late, and I was quickly pissed off with him. He'd been to the pub and had a few. He wasn't drunk, but his intake was noticeable. I suspected that it would be a case of a poor bed performance and then he'd sleep like a log for the rest of the night. And I could forget about the morning service. Brian would have a hangover. Any alcohol results in a hangover for him. I don't know why he bothers.

He was definitely horny. He dragged me off to the bedroom almost as soon as he walked in the door. I walked into the bedroom with the light still off and saw Colin's light was still on. Then Brian came in, switching on my light and Colin's light promptly went out. I just knew Colin was there, watching.

I did a strip tease for Brian, standing in the middle of the room, turning this way and that as I stripped. He was laughing and enjoying the view and I was getting a real kick out of the fact that Colin probably was as well. 

When I was naked Brian divested himself of his clothes in about one second flat. He was all eager to just push me onto the bed and start fucking, but I wouldn't be in it. I made him lie down on the bed and then I straddled him, sitting up above him. In that position I started bouncing. My breasts, while not over large, are certainly on the larger side of average, and when I bounced on Brian they were doing a fine job of bouncing along.

All in all, I was giving a splendid performance for Brian, and it wasn't really my fault that we both forgot about the blind. I didn't know that I was providing a show for a neighbour.

I also didn't know that Brian had had a lot more to drink than I had thought. One moment the swine is erect and I'm bouncing, and the next he's asleep and his cock just shrivelled away. In mid stroke, damn it?

I was now seriously pissed off with the man. It seemed to me that I should maybe be giving some thought to getting a better grade of boyfriend.

With Brian out for the count I hopped off the bed, switched off the light and then lay down next to him to get some sleep. And I couldn't. I was feeling hot, both from my arousal and because it was a hot night, thirsty, like I said, a hot night, and just plain irritable.

I finished up hopping out of bed again, turning on the light, grabbing a light wrap and headed out to the kitchen to get a drink. Then I wandered out onto the back veranda to enjoy my drink and take in a bit of the light breeze that was there.

I was leaning against one of the veranda posts when a voice spoke, startling me.

"You're a real little bitch, aren't you?"

I'm like, say, what? Who the hell is that and where do they get off calling me a bitch.

"Excuse me?" I said. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You know who I am. I'm the target of your little performance."

Colin. He must have seen my light go on and then seen me leave the room. I'd forgotten the blind was still up.

"I have no idea what you mean," I said, standing tall on my dignity.

"Liar. You deliberately didn't pull your blinds so that I could see you balling your boyfriend. Have fun, did you, knowing someone was watching?"

"Oh my god. Were my blinds up? I had no idea. God, how embarrassing. I'm really sorry," I gabbled. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"You knew," came the cynical reply. Really. How dare he make such a wild accusation?

"Do you do that often?" asked Colin. "Maybe I could set up a camera and you could review your performance after. The strip teases weren't bad. Had a bit of practice, have we?"

Bastard.

"You seem to have decided to come over just to be offensive. I'll be quite happy to see your back as you walk away."

"Actually, being offensive wasn't the reason I came over. That's just a little extra I'm throwing in. No, the reason I came was to assist you."

Why did I not trust this man at all?

"Assist me how?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, I saw your boyfriend down at the pub earlier and he was knocking a few back. And probably continued to do so up until he finally came here. From the length of your performance on the bed, I'd say he didn't actually star in the bedroom tonight. So I've come over to make sure your itch gets scratched."

That little speech left me stumped for words for a few moments. I'd been propositioned often enough, but rarely as crudely as that, and by a relative stranger.

"Thanks but no thanks," I finally managed to say. God, the nerve of the guy.

"I wasn't exactly asking," he said. "You can consider this retaliation for your exhibitionism. Would you like to come over to my place or are you going to drop your wrap and let me take you right here and now? Just think. If you come to my place we can leave the light on and if your boyfriend wakes up he can watch you getting a real fuck."

I was spitting chips now. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Insisting we have sex just because I carelessly left the blind up. Anyone could make that sort of mistake.

"I said no. The way you're talking it's almost as if you're threatening rape. You might want to watch that or people will get the wrong idea about you."

"Ah, the right idea, in this case. If you don't agree I fully intend to rape you. I'm just giving you a choice of where. Here in the great outdoors or in my bedroom."

"You cannot be serious," I gasped, shocked to the core. "People don't do that sort of thing."

"Don't be an idiot," he snapped. "Of course I'm serious. Why else would I be standing here, naked, with an erection so big it's a wonder it's not slapping you in the face. And read the papers, sometime. Girls get raped every day, although not all of them by me, I will admit."

This was getting worse and worse. He was a serial rapist.

"How many girls have you raped," I said. Squeaked, really, I was so shocked.

"Including you?" he asked with a laugh. "That would be one. You should feel honoured."

Honoured that he was going to start a career of rapist with me? Funny sort of honour if you ask me.

"If you touch me, I'll scream," I said defiantly.

He laughed again.

"Who's going to hear? Your neighbour? That's me, remember. Your boyfriend? Drunken stupor I suspect."

He was right, damn him. Now what?

Now I got raped, it seemed. I didn't even see him move in the dark, but he was suddenly holding me pressed against him and I could feel his erection pressing against me. What was worse I could feel my pussy squirming and saying, hullo, I've been waiting for you. How the hell had I come to be so aroused?

The stupid wrap I had on was useless as protection. No buttons and I hadn't bothered with the belt. I might as well have not bothered wearing it. Then I wasn't. I was stark staring naked and now I could really feel his cock pressed against me. And it seemed to me that there was an awful lot of it.

Colin pushed me up against the veranda railing, leaning over it slightly. I had my legs clamped tightly together, determined to resist however I could. I changed my mind when he offered to spank my bottom until my legs were properly spread.

He didn't muck around with any foreplay. I don't suppose rapists bother about that sort of thing. He just pulled my lips apart, wider than I thought required and pushed into me. From the feel of what attacked me, he should have pulled my lips even further apart. I'll admit I was aroused, even if reluctantly, and I was certainly wet, but it still felt to me that where my pussy was concerned, Colin had an excess of cock.

I was too shocked to protest or squeal or anything. All I could do was lean against the railing, staring into the night as my doom crept slowly into me. Not that slowly, either. Colin would push and my passage would stretch and yield and Colin would push some more. His cock just seemed to keep on coming, and I could feel every little bit of it as it pressed into my passage and my body just closed around it.

When Colin gave one last push and I could feel his hairy balls rubbing against me I found that I could take all of him and I wasn't dead. Just slightly stunned.

"Oh my god," I said with a gasp. "It's too big. You'll have to take it out. Actually, forget the size. Take it out anyway. This is rape and you know it."

"Oh hush and don't be such a baby," Colin derided me. "You're a big girl now and you can handle this without any problem. Just relax and I'll show you."

Oh, gee, fancy that. I was a sook for objecting to being raped. How silly of me.

Then I was gasping as I felt Colin dragging that thing back out of me and, before I could jerk forward and escape, he was coming back in while I squealed loudly. The worst thing about the whole deal was that I loved it. I could feel him filling me and taking command and my body was almost jumping with delight.

To my utmost fury my body was literally jumping with delight after a few of those heavy thrusts. Colin would come charging in and I would feel myself pushing back hard against him, making sure he came in all the way. 

Colin seemed to be settling down for the long haul. This wasn't going to be a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, but a long and meaningful coming together of two bodies that were united in pleasure. His description, not mine. I was too busy squealing and bucking under this monster's attention to have any breath left to speak. 

I'd like to say the squeals were cries of pain and torment as my body was ravaged by this brutal assailant. Unfortunately, I couldn't even kid myself it was so. I loved it. It was magnificent. I'm quite sure I could nobly bear it if I was raped like this every day. Was I a closet masochist? I don't think I am. I have this lowering feeling that it was a case of I had been expecting sex and missed out and Colin had come to my rescue. Humiliating, really.

I wasn't thinking any of this at the time, mind you. I was just experiencing it, feeling it going on and on. Colin's hands were around me, holding my breasts and teasing my nipples, and his cock continued to push into me, again and again and again.

I have no idea how long this went on. It just didn't seem as though it would ever stop. I was reduced to mindlessness, ignoring everything and just concentrating on that cock that was destroying me.

When Colin started his end run I was astounded and dismayed. He was going to finish and I hadn't wanted it to ever stop. I wailed a frantic no, to tell him not to do this, but he just ignored me. Then he ejaculated inside me and it was as though the flood gates had been opened. That hot gush pushed me over the edge and I squealed louder than ever as I climaxed, losing all contact with the world as my entire nervous system exploded in turmoil.

Colin was gone and I was back in bed. I was surprised that I'd had enough strength to make it there. It had been a most strange occurrence. I slept.

When I woke in the morning I got out of bed straightaway. Brian was still dead to the world and probably would sleep for a couple more hours. I just grabbed my wrap and went down to make some coffee for myself. I'd just got downstairs when the doorbell rang. Clutching my wrap I answered.

Of all the gall. Colin was there.

"What do you want," I hissed angrily.

"It occurred to me that you would normally expect a morning glory when you boyfriend is here," he said. "With him probably still out and going to wake up hung-over, you're going to miss out. So I've come to help out."

I just stared at him, trying to take this in. There was a twitch at my wrap and looking down I could see Colin holding it apart, admiring my body. The first time he'd really seen it, I guess. Through the window was at a distance and last night had been dark.

He let go the wrap and I snapped it closed. I was opening my mouth to tell him to get out when I heard his zipper going down. Looking down I could now see what he'd used on me last night. My mouth was sort of staring at him in shock when he twitched my wrap apart again.

Colin took a step forward, kicking the door closed behind him. Then his hands closed over my bottom and he was lifting me towards him. I put my hand on his shoulders to push him away, or at least I think I meant to push him away. Instead, I found myself holding onto him as he gently lowered me on his erection. 

I was just staring at him, and he was smiling, and I was sinking back down onto his cock, my body saying welcome home. I couldn't believe what was happening. 

Reality has a way of making itself known. Colin was standing there, I was skewered on his cock, my legs had come up to clasp around his waist and my arms were around his neck, holding tight. Yes, reality whispered. He's doing it to you again. Have fun. 

What else could I do? There was no-one to rescue me. I'd just have to suffer another brutal assault.

You Knew That Grin



You expected to be a bit bored but actually found yourself entertained. Not knowing exactly what to expect you were pleasantly surprised by your sudden interest. You were struck by the duality of the sport. On one hand there was the physicality and violence of the game. The strength needed to play the sport, the aggressiveness it harnessed and the brutality it bred. On the other you were taken by the sensuality of the sport. The grace and agility of the participants. The game's flow and constant motion. The way the players seemed to move without effort. You thought about the characteristics it shared with a delicious shag. 

For some reason you couldn't help but get turned on. Noticing that your nipples were getting hard you wondered if it was the chill in the air or your dirty mind at work. It was the shrill of the referee's whistle signaling the end of the game that brought you back to the rink. With half a thought you started down the steps and watched the players make their way to the locker room. We made eye contact as I left the ice and I couldn't help but notice the grin on your face. I knew that grin. It was almost surreal looking through the steam rising from my sweaty body as it mixed with my frozen breath. In passing I mentioned that I was going to shower in the locker room and that I'd be a few extra minutes. I figured since we were already late meeting your friends showering at the rink would buy us a bit of time. 

I emerged from the locker room and found you standing right where I had left you. Propped against the banister directly in front of the locker room door. If I didn't know better I would have thought you were trying to sneak a peek into the room. You mumbled something about a good game as you stood on your tiptoes to greet me with a kiss on the cheek. I noticed that you hovered around the corner of my mouth before kissing me, and how you trailed the tip of your nose down along my jawbone, drawing in a deep breath as you did. 

We loaded into my truck and began the drive without uttering a word to each other. You teasingly ran your fingers up and down the back of my head and along my nape. Breaking the silence you mumbled something under your breath. "Hmm?" I asked. Without turning to look at me you repeated yourself, "I love the way you smell after a workout." You began, "It's musky. There's something very masculine and sexy about that smell. Pheromones or something, I dunno." You finally turned to me and grinned. There was that grin again. I didn't turn to meet your gaze nor did I respond. Out of the corner of my eye I watched you kick off your shoes and slouch down in the seat as you put your feet up on the dashboard. As if trying to get me to notice you began to tap your feet. Unsatisfied with the results you were getting you readjusted in the seat and stretched out like a cat before settling back into the seat with your legs crossed at your slim ankles. Coyly you ran your foot up and down your calf and shin innocently letting the hem of your dress fall higher and higher up your thigh. As you wiggled and writhed in the seat you stretched your arms back over your head and arched your back. The material of your dress pulled up with your rising shoulders until finally your entire thigh up to the hip was visible. I knew exactly what you were doing and it took every ounce of my discipline to keep from stealing a glance or running my hand along your smooth thigh. You couldn't tell but you were getting the response you were after. The curious thing was even though I didn't show a bit of a reaction you knew exactly what you were doing to me and you loved it…

Another generic evening at another generic club. The only highlight was watching you wiggle around on the dance floor. Your cute stumble that comes with a few vodkas. That swagger you'd throw walking back and forth between our table and the bar. That night-club walk that made grown men feel under age. As you cut your way through the crowd you looked back at me over your shoulder and flashed the grin. That was all it took. Enough was enough. You had been teasing me all day and my mind had been racing just as long. As you stood at the bar I walked up behind you and pressed my hips against your ass. While I reached over your shoulder for my drink I let my other hand fall onto your hip. Rubbing the small of your back and the curve of your hip I noticed that you weren't wearing anything beneath your dress. I tried to speak but couldn't muster a sound. All I could do was nuzzle up behind your ear and bury my nose in your hair. Finally I was able to stutter, "Let's head out." Without a word or hesitation you finished your cocktail, took my hand from your hip, turned to face me, grinned that grin, and led me from the bar and out through the crowd. Stopping at the door you took the cocktail from my hand and placed it on an empty table. We left without a single goodbye.

We waited for the valet and again started the drive in silence. This time you sat facing me with one leg tucked under you. Even though neither of us said anything we both knew what the other was thinking. 

I followed you up the steps to the apartment. While fumbling with the keys and the lock my cardigan that you were wearing slipped down your shoulder and flashed a bit of flesh. I leaned forward and laid my lips on your skin. I felt you shudder and wondered if I had startled you or if it was anticipation. With my mouth stalled above your shoulder I heard the latch on the lock release. You didn't move toward the door. I sensed you were waiting for me to kiss you again so I held you by the arms and pulled you to me, leaned forward, and kissed you firmly on your smooth, pale skin. Only a whimper escaped your mouth followed by a sigh, but what struck me was your physical reaction. Not a twitch. Not a jerk. Not a word. Only a deep breath followed by second sigh. 

I was surprised. After a full day of trying to get me to react to your advances, I finally did and not a single response from you. Tease. I figured that two could play at that game. 

I followed you through the door, and as the door closed behind us I stood in darkness and silence and waited for you to turn toward me. Once you did I stepped toward you and while placing my hands firmly on your shoulders I leaned in and kissed you. I kissed you deeply on the mouth. Deeply and passionately. Sexually and intensely. It was the kind of kiss you had been waiting for all day. The kind that someone would see in a movie. Almost Over The Top and abundantly dramatic. As I kissed you I ran my hands under the sweater and down the length of your arms to your wrists. Rather than let the cardigan fall to the floor I caught it and held it and your wrists firmly, almost painfully, as my mouth explored yours. Stepping closer to you I pulled both of your arms up against the small of your back and with one hand held them there. You didn't even try to resist. You let yourself get lost in the aggressiveness. I pressed my body against yours and forced you back against the door. Practically leaning my entire body weight against yours you could feel that my dick was already hard and that excited you. I let my mouth fall away from yours and it dropped to your neck. Intensely and devilishly I kissed your neck. I let my tongue and lips explore your bare shoulders, your collarbone, and your jaw-line; your cleavage. Feeling my breath on your tits you tried to push your nipples into my mouth by standing on your tiptoes and arching your back. Without you saying a word your body was telling me exactly what I wanted to hear. I'd let my tongue slip beneath the fabric and casually slash past your erect nipples. I wasn't sure but I thought I might have heard you gasp, "Suck it." With that I looked up at you to see you staring down at me. Mouth agape. Breath heavy. Beads of perspiration dotted your forehead. 

Now it was my turn to grin.

I let go of your wrists and you felt the warmth of the blood rush back to your hands. As if still restrained, you kept them behind your back. Still holding your gaze I dropped to my knees and ran my hands along your hips, past your thighs, and down to your knees. I forcefully spread your legs, knocking you a bit off balance and nearly causing you to fall. You planted one hand against the door and the other on the back of my head and braced yourself for what was next. I shifted closer to you and moved my hands along the soft skin of your inner thighs. I was astonished, yet pleased, to find that you were so drunk with lust that your pussy juices had made their way down your legs a bit. Slowly I pushed your dress up around your waist and held it there, exposing your hips and a bit of your belly. Gently I kissed your legs and hungrily licked your wetness from shaking thighs. As the warmth of my mouth neared your clit I could feel your grip tighten on the back of my neck. I raised my mouth to your clit and placed a soft kiss on your button.

I could smell your pussy. I could hear your shallow breathing. I could feel your trembling legs. I could see the sweat on your brow. I could taste the juice from your cunt. I could sense your anticipation. 

With that, I removed my hands, let the material fall, and sat back on my heels. Only the sound of your shallow breath broke the stillness as the light from the street lamp spilled in. My pause shocked you back to the dark entranceway. You opened your eyes and looked down at me with confusion and lust. Your wetness glistened on my cheeks and chin. I stood slowly and grinned. You knew that grin. I turned and casually made my way up the stairs. I left you against the door, flushed, alone, and wanting more. As I reached the top of the stairs I paused, looked back at you over my shoulder, wiped your wetness from my mouth, and grinned.

After I made my way into your bedroom I didn't hear the rustling of movement nor your footsteps on the stairs. As I slipped out of my shoes all I heard was you bark, "Bitch!" I smiled to myself and wondered how long you'd stand there pouting before you stormed up the steps. It didn't take as long as I thought. You were muttering something as you made your way to the bedroom but I couldn't make it out over the stomping of your feet. By the time you made your way into the room I had already freed myself from my shoes, socks, and shirt. I stood there in my T-shirt and jeans giggling, feeling smug and pleased with myself. Much the way you must've felt for most of the day. You stood motionless in the door and didn't say a word. You didn't curse or demand an explanation; you just stood there. As I took the three steps toward you, I noticed that I could still see the beads on your forehead and that I could still hear the urgency in your breathing. I reached out and gathered a handful of your dress and pulled you to the edge of the bed. While I still held a fistful of the material, I leaned in and kissed your shoulders. I ran the tip of my nose along your jaw after I tasted your cheeks and chin, cleavage and neck. I was careful to avoid your mouth. Deliberately I let my mouth bait yours then when you'd turn your head to kiss my mouth I pulled away. Your anticipation was evident. Every time I pulled my face from your kiss I could feel your body tense. I could hear it in your breathing. The weight of each exhale. Was it anticipation or frustration? It didn't matter. Even though I didn't show a bit of a reaction, I knew exactly what I was doing to you and I loved it. You loved it.

I heard you growl, "You fucking tease." I couldn't help but feel satisfied. There was a feeling of empowerment. An unexpected reassurance of my sexuality. I felt my lips curl into another grin. With my hands on your hips I pushed you back onto the mattress. My stiff kiss pushed your head firmly against the linens. The more firmly I kissed you the harder your hands on my head pulled my lips into yours. You began to rock your hips against mine. Slowly at first but with increasing desire. The kisses became more demanding, the writhing more begging. Inch by inch I made my way from your mouth and down to your breasts. My warm breath tingling through the material. As I ran my lips over your tits I could feel your erect nipples through the fabric. I cupped your tits in my hands when I kissed your chest. I gently rolled the hard nipples between my fingers as I kissed your neck. Every pinch would send a quake through your body and your back would arch involuntarily. 

You had surrendered control of your body to its natural reactions. Lost in lust you conceded all thought to pleasure and any sense of restraint to passion. Time seemed to stall. Every sensation was amplified. Completely aware of every touch. Just the feeling of your own wetness tickling past your asshole brought you to the edge of orgasm. Your head spun. Your body screamed. 

I moved my hands from your bust and up to your shoulders. I pulled your dress down around your waist before I sucked a stiff nipple into my mouth. A throaty purr escaped your lips as I rolled it among my tongue and hot breath. You hoped the teasing was finally over. This is what you had been expecting. My warm saliva was soothing in the cool air. The volume of your moaning surprised even you. Immediately becoming aware of how loud you were you wondered if you had been that loud during the course of the torture or if it was just a sudden release. I kissed the underside of one breast while softly massaging the other. Making my way along your ribs and up under your arm. Even that short refocus made you realize that it was the vigor of the evening that had been driving your arousal. With the gentle kisses your moans became shallow breaths. You were struck by the contrast of the moment. The duality. Your mind shot back to the hockey game. Lost in thoughts of the day's events you didn't notice that I had stopped kissing. My pause shocked you back to the dark bedroom. You opened your eyes to find me standing. As I stood frozen you took the opportunity to take stock of the dark figure before you. The physique beneath the white T-shirt accented by the diffused light and the shadows it cast. You caught the shadows evident in the tautened denim. Again you noticed the contrast. 

I stood silent and still and you blushed. You couldn't help but feel a bit exposed. That soon passed. I leaned forward and placed my hands beneath your hips. With one quick motion I pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled between your legs. Your breath left your body when you felt my mouth on your clit. There was no sublety. I didn't caress your hips or kiss your thighs; I immediately licked at your clit. "God!" slipped past your lips. I felt you tilt your hips to meet my mouth. Your legs tensed. One hand clutched the back of my head and the other clawed at the bedding. My tongue slithered around and into your pussy. I sucked hungrily on your lips and button. I could taste your arousal. I could smell the want trapped in your pubes. Slow, circular motions lapped at your cunt. You squirmed. While I concentrated my mouth on your clit I rubbed your slit and ass with my fingers. Your juices dripped along your ass and dampened the sheets. Thinking of how turned on you were made me realize how hard my cock was. I could feel it against the material of my jeans. Just then I slipped two of my fingers into your pussy and fucked you as I mouthed your clit. I could feel you buck against my digits and face. With my fingers still pleasing you I pulled my mouth away to catch my breath. Even the briefest lull in stimulation was unbearable. Your fingers quickly replaced my mouth and they deftly rolled your slick, swollen clit. Under the touch your hips rocked to a familiar rhythm. A tempo intimate with your personal titillation. A tempo known only to you and your fantasies. Your head flooded with perversion. I removed my fingers from your sopping cunt. The sheets beneath were wet with you. Wet with my saliva. Your anus was lubed and beckoning. Cautiously I pressed a finger against your ass. As it slipped past your sphincter your body shivered and I heard you gasp. I held it there and waited for a reaction. Your breathing became an animalistic groan. A hedonistic grunt. Your rhythm never broken. I gently kissed the inside of your thigh and I felt the muscles relax around my finger. Your back arched. Sanity lost in the sensations. Eyes closed. Mouth slightly agape. Hair wet with perspiration. Cunt aching. Fist clutched around sweat soaked fabric. Head flooded with perversion. I pressed deeper. I felt myself become more aroused with your escalating orgasm. Wickedly, I lowered my mouth to your ass, the tip of my tongue tracing where your body sucked my finger. As if your body was waiting for that, I felt the muscles contract. Rhythmically. Spastically. Silently. That was my first indication of your orgasm. Your breathing stopped. Life stalled in your lungs. Blood hot in the ears. Head flooded with perversion. Your pussy flowed with the release. Waves of ecstasy washed over you. Rhythmically, spastically; silently. 

You had surrendered control of your body to its natural reactions. Lost in lust you conceded all thought to pleasure and any sense of restraint to passion. Time seemed to stall. Every sensation was amplified. Your head spun. Your body screamed. 

"Fuck," you gasped as breath and consciousness returned to your body. You opened your eyes and laid blind as your sight adjusted to the dim light. You craned your neck to see where I was. The room was empty and still. The only sound came from your beating heart. 

I sat alone and still in the next room. A breeze rustled the curtain as it invaded the space. The smell of fuck hung in the air. Only the sound of your breath slowly returning to normal crept through the darkness.

Now it was my turn to grin and I did. 

You knew that grin.



You Knew You Would



How could you deny the passion felt? You knew you wanted it as much as me. Why do you refuse to let your body go? There will come a time and it will be soon when you give yourself over to me completely. No reluctance will be found, I will take you. Maybe it will be the liquor that will help the way; yes perhaps I should try coaxing you with booze. I know you become docile when you drink. So that is that then, I will ask you over and we will drink together and I will finally get my greatest wish and fantasy. No more reluctance, you will open up to me and give me total consent. Oh how hard I am getting just thinking about our meeting. You will be my queen as I lay you down and take what I need. 

"Hey mom how ya doing?" I ask you on the phone. You are excited by my call. You thought I wouldn't get back to you so soon after your denial of my advances. Oh I could sense your want and desire, but you just couldn't cross that line.

"I'm doing fine," you say. I can hear the tension in your words as you speak to me. The little crack of uncertainty lies beneath your strong veneer. I can hear your mind as it spins, wondering what ulterior motives I may possess. You continue our conversation, "What would you like babe?" Oh you know what I would like. You almost choke on the words because you know what my first thought would be.

"Well mom I am really sorry about the other night and I would like to make it up to you. Why don't you come over for dinner and a movie?" I ask in my most innocent voice. I just hope you buy the guiltless gesture. I can see it now as you feast on the delicious meal that I have prepared for you. You savoring every morsel, me watching and agonizing, just wishing it was my cock you so succulently relish. 

Unsurely you agree and tell me that you will bring the dessert. I have no doubt that you will bring the dessert and how I will appreciate every second I have it in my wanting mouth. 

I finish the dinner and take a hot shower while waiting for your arrival. I hear the car in the drive and my heart skips rapidly, I know the time is soon approaching. I watch as you get out of the car in your light summer dress, pink and almost transparent, highlighting your wares. How do you not realize the affect this is going to have on me? Your body has always had me in a daze. You think after all the talks you have given me about spying on your robust form that you would recognize the affects you have on me. It is like you want to keep this teasing game available. Tonight however I plan to take it to a conclusion and have you melting all over me. You get to the door and I greet you with a big hug, your nipples press hard against my chest. Was that a moan I hear escape your full lips? I pull you hard against my body letting you know that your presence has had its usual affect on me. You have to feel the poke from my throbbing rod as it presses against your midsection.

"Oh my what a greeting," You say to me. I look into your eyes and see lust in those ocean blues. Deep and dark your eyes are, a man would have to be alien not to be transfixed looking into them. I lead you in and take you to the presented table with the candles lit and the meal ready. 

"Wow son you really have out done yourself this time. Maybe I should make you sorry more often, it looks marvelous!" You say to me and I just grin at your complement.

"Well mom I really am truly sorry. I just hope we can get by the incident without feeling to awkward," I reply. I look at you and you seem a little empty by my words, like something inside you wants me to try again. No worries I will be trying again tonight. I just hope the alcohol does the trick and eases your senses. I dish out the scrumptious meal and we eat with vigor, you keep praising my flair for the culinary art. Hearing your praises I fill with pride knowing the night is starting just as planned. Just before we finish I crack open the second bottle of wine, making sure to fill your cup many more times than my own. I can tell you are getting tipsy as your speech becomes boisterous and the way you start giggling at the most trivial things, my eyes just light up witnessing your state. Soon, so soon I will have you in my arms, no denial, no reluctance you will be my perfect willing victim in my plotted crime. The bottle is soon empty and I begin clearing the table. On weakened knees you stand up to try and assist me but I prohibit your helping me. You pay heed to my words and decide you need to use the bathroom; the wine is hitting you more quickly than designed. 

"Oh my, I think I've had too much to drink," you say. As you catch yourself before you stumble down the stairs, returning from your piss.

"Nonsense, the night is just beginning and we have plenty of time left to get this party going," I tease. Evil thoughts come to my mind as I think of what lays in store for you. The fervor for your body grows deep in my soul. I not only just want you anymore, I need to have you, the want long since passed and a dark needs breeds inside of me. I can feel the twitching in my groin as I stare at your legs, smooth like a satin pillow case, and I can't wait to feel those legs pulling me into your hungry cunt.

"What movie do ya wanna watch mom?" I ask. You tell me you don't care and it is up to me so I decide on a little humor to keep you unsuspecting. We laugh together at the hillarious barbs that pass over the tube; I watch your laugh and your breasts heave up and down in time. I see your nipples against your thin dress poking out so strong; I just fancy them in my mouth. The movie finally finishes and so does our fourth bottle of wine, you must have had at least a full three bottles yourself! You are really starting to get inebriated now, your words are slurred and you have reached a loudness almost obnoxious. It is time for me to test the forbidding waters that lay before me. Slowly I graze your thigh with my fingers; you let out a soft moan but don't stop my incestuous touch. 

"Hey mom, how about another movie?" I inquire knowing you're so relaxed now that it doesn't matter. I can tell you are totally plastered and you let me know.

"Hun, I'm to going stay, I can way no drive!" Your words stumble out, not making much sense. Your eyes are lost on focus and you seem to be staring at nothing in particular. I put on the movie, one of my favorites. It is an incest tale about a mother and son, I am hoping beyond all hopes it will tear down the final brick in your proper wall. We watch and have more to drink, then the scene comes on where the mother wakes up out of her bed and starts giving her sleeping son a blow job. You blurt out unexpectedly, "I've done that!"

I can't believe your words, I don't remember a time when that happened but many a morning I have woken up to wetness on my crotch and empty balls. My blood races to my cock and I call you on your announcement.

"What do you mean you have done that? Do you mean with me?' I ask hoping your answer is yes. I see the panic in your eyes as I confront your telling, you are trapped like an animal in a cage with no where to run. You decide to come clean and answer my question.

"Mmmmm, yes I have done that to you. You didn't know, you came home from a party drunk one time and your dad wasn't putting out and I really needed it. You must think I am terrible. Especially after I pushed you away the other day." Tears welled in your eyes as you tell the tale. My heart became three times bigger and my cock twitches in my pants.

"No need to cry mom," I say, "I am privileged you would even think of me the way I think of you!" Then I grab you in my arms and passionately kiss you. You try to turn away but my grasp on your shoulders is firm as I try to press my tongue between your lips. You put up a false struggle, in hopes I might stop. No way is that going to happen this time. This time you are mine for the taking! I put my hand on your breast and feel the hardness of your nipple beneath the thin summer dress. A moan discharges from deep in your throat wakening you to normalcy.

"No baby we can't," You say trying hard to stop my incestuous enthusiasm, "It is so wrong, we just can't!" But I hear confliction in your voice and you finally accept my tongue. Our tongues dance a sinful dance intertwining our love for each other, a forbidden love that most couldn't begin to fathom. I see you don't care anymore and accept me fully. 

I pull your pretty pink dress over your head and notice your sexy lingerie underneath. You devious devil woman, I think. You knew all along what trap I was setting for you. Looks like you might have been the master of the game all along. Maybe tasting my cock before has left you addicted to wanting more of me. 

I suck at the nipples I once gained nourishment from and I hold on for all my life, like it would be my last meal. The hardness in my mouth is magnificent! You whimper as my feeding spurs emotions never felt in you. I lower my hand and put my fingers inside your dainty thong. I feel no hair at all; you are as smooth as velvet. The heat radiates from your hot cunt and your wetness is already present. I slide two fingers into your tight hole and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head. I need better access so I break my lip lock on your nipple and slide your panties off your heavenly body. Quickly I reinsert my fingers back to the place from which I once came, the dwelling where I was going to return my cum. I drive my fingers in you deep and you start howling and soaking my hand. Your orgasms approach wave upon wave, not resting until I stop my movement. 

You take a moment to catch your breath then you peel away my clothes to take me deep in your mouth. I can not believe how brilliant your talent is. All the way down the shaft you take me, not stopping until you reach the base. It is now my turn to pant as you slide up and down my cock with your hot hungry mouth. 

"Oh God Mom, you better stop," I say to your deaf ears cause you just keep going, "Oh shit, I'mmmmm goooiiingg too cummmmm!" With that I shoot my hot juice deep down your accepting throat, you don't even spill a drop.

I need to thank you for the wonderful experience so I kneel before you and lick your sopping snatch. I suck in all your sap, loving every swallow. It is your turn to cum again, and cum you do. You start squirting all over my eager face leaving me drenched as if I just got out of a summer thunderstorm. 

"I need to feel your cock inside me!" You tell me, and I am ready to submit to your command. I turn you around so your sweet ass is in the air and take you from behind. Slowly I tease you as I put my cock in you one agonizing inch at a time. I feel your juices surround my cock as your cunt grips me like a silky vice. So tight it feels, so hungry your twat is, I cater to its needs and feed it some more.

"Fuck me hard...oh yes fuck your momma. Oh baby I want to feel your cum shoot deep in my hot wet cunt. Give your mommy some come baby, fuck me...fuck me....oh god I am coming...!" You moan and you scream as you slam your ass back to meet me thrust for thrust. I can feel it starting to build; I know it won't be long. My breath becomes labored and I drive into your hot steaming pussy even faster. Our bodies are a blur with the speed of our fucking, like we just can't get inside each other fast enough. Your cunt swallows my cock and I feel your orgasm as it rips through your body. Your snatch clutches my pole like it is afraid of letting go. I just can't take it anymore and it is my turn to howl.

"Oh yesssssss! I am cummmmmmmmmin in your cunt mom...oh god I am cumming so hard in you!" Then I feel my jism blast out my cock and shoot deep in your pussy.

Since that moment of reluctance passed we continue to enjoy each others bodies and needs. Trying different things all the time and I am thankful for your final consent Mom!