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By: a_koozie



Karen stared unseeing out the kitchen window as the rain beat against it in a steady rhythm. Her forgotten cup of tea steamed on the counter. Today had been the worst day of her life. Sighing and fighting back a fresh onset of tears, she grabbed her cup and headed upstairs to change out of her black dress, gently placing her veiled hat back in it's box as she went. She made it to her dresser, setting the cup down and opening a drawer, before the pictures on top had her falling to her knees sobbing. There he was holding her as they dressed in matching cowboy Halloween costumes when she was four, the next was them at her first horse show, yet another was them at her college graduation, both with happy tears in their eyes. How was she going to live without the one constant in her life, the one man who was there from skinned knees to broken hearts? He was the only one she had since her mother had walked out 22 years ago leaving with him a one year old daughter. He was her everything, and now he had been taken from her, all because of some idiot who thought it would be fun to get behind a wheel after a New Years Eve party.

She cried for what seemed like hours, curled in a ball on her bedroom floor, running through a future that would never happen. The soft ringing of her cell phone over and over again, slowly brought her back to the present. Numbly she got up, and picked up her phone.

"Hello?" she asked, attempting to keep her voice steady

"I'm on my way over, I'll be there in 5 minutes." said the voice in her ear.

"Josh don't be silly, I told you, I'm fine, really, I'm okay."

"Riiight." He drawled out in his soft southern accent "that's why you walked home, leaving your jeep at the cemetery."

Despite everything else that had happened, Karen couldn't help but laugh as she realized that she had walked the 5 miles home. "Alright, you're right, the doors unlocked". With that she hung up the phone, and finally slipped out of her dress and into a pair of teddy bear pjs. Picking up her cup of, now cold, tea, she sighed, once again, and headed back downstairs to heat it up. As she was reheating her tea, the front door opened and in waltzed her best friend Josh.

"Hello my darling," he said with a flourish, as a light spray of water hit everything because of the umbrella in his hand. Smiling through the tears that were already spilling over, she rushed over, throwing her arms around his waist, finally able to hold on to something solid as all the pain washed through her once again.

"There there now, let it all out sugar," he said as he gently rubbed her back and head. "It'll be alright."

They stood like that for a while, Karen soaking the front of her friends t-shirt, while he whispered soothingly, though not really saying anything. Finally, Josh gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back.

"Come on now, Kare-bear, I brought over your favorite movies, and some jelly beans." She laughed and wiped her face on her sleeve as he went over to the tv and put in the first dvd. As he settled on the couch, she fixed another cup of tea for him.

"I drove your car back with the spare key you gave me. So it looks like you'll have to drop me off at the bar tomorrow when you go into work."

"Did John take your car home?" she asked as she handed him his cup, smiling at the dreamy smile that played on his face. 

" Yeah, he did. This will be his first night home alone without me. Oh lordy, you don't think he'll hire some man whore to entertain him do you?" he asked with mock horror as Karen sat down next to him.

It had the desired effect and had her laughing once again.

"No Josh, I don't think he'll hire anyone just because you're not there to keep his bed warm tonight. Besides," she said with another giggle, "Have you seen the way he's constantly undressing you with his eyes. I doubt anyone else would do it for him."

"Yeah," he drawled in a dreamy way "I know, I do the same to him. He has such a nice ass."

Karen laughed and lightly hit his chest "JOSH!!"

He laughed and pulled her closer as the movie started.

* * * *

The next morning Karen got up, and walked into the bathroom, groaning when she saw how puffy her face was from crying. She went through her morning routine, keeping in mind to keep quiet so as not to wake Josh who was still asleep. As she got out of the shower, the smell of breakfast hit her like a ton of bricks and her stomach growled its approval. Since she was forced to go into work she threw her long, thick, brown hair into a bun without bothering to dry it. She wrapped an oversized towel around her petite frame and peeked into her bedroom. Seeing that Josh was truly downstairs and the smell of breakfast wasn't imagined, she walked out and rummaged through her clothes. She chose a pair of faded, stained jeans, and an old, stained t-shirt that was missing the sleeves. She packed her pockets with the necessities and bounded down the stairs, her stomach urging her on.

Josh looked up and smiled as he finished piling the last of the bacon onto her plate.

"I see you're going to actually work today, did you come up with a new idea, or are you just going to tweak something old?"

She sat down and took a few bites of food before answering.

"I got a new idea a few days ago. I figured since I had to drop you off I might as well start on it. I would have started it earlier, but," The words died on her lips as she sat and stared into her eggs, her stomach clenching.

Josh was immediately there and hugging her, before the first tear could fall.

"What am I going to do without him Josh??" she sobbed into his shirt. Grasping her chin, he tilted her face up to his,

"You're going to live, Karen. You're going to pick up the pieces, put them back together again, and carry on. You are too strong to wilt away like some delicate flower. Your dad would be tearing you a new one if he thought you'd give up."

"What do you mean?? You don't think I can be delicate?" She asked smiling through her tears

He laughed out loud, letting go of her chin, and mussed up her hair.

"There is no way, in Dante's seven layers of hell, that I would ever consider you delicate Ms. Karen DeRusse."

They ate their breakfast, laughing and talking about light trivial things until it was time to leave. Karen threw the dishes in the dishwasher, and then followed Josh out to her lime green Jeep Wrangler. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day outside, so she decided to take the top off. As they drove to town, they talked about the bar and how it was going, and how she was finally able to start selling some of her pieces. Josh didn't say anything as they took the long way, so as not to have to drive by the cemetery. Once they reached town, she parked on the side street that was right next to both her shop and her best friend's bar. They said their goodbyes and Karen couldn't help but giggle as Josh rushed off to meet back up with his boyfriend who was waiting in the doorway for him.

She stood and looked up at her store for a few seconds. Stained, was it's name, and in the large bay windows hung all of her best stained glass pieces for the world to see. As she walked in, she was bathed in a veritable rainbow, as the sun shone through the different colored glass. She took a deep breath and let it out, heading towards the back of the shop past the counter and all the finished pieces for sale. She flicked on the lights, and sat at her drawing table and started to put her newest vision on paper. Soon the picture on paper would become a scene in glass. It was going to be of a large grey wolf standing protectively over it's little baby cub that peered out from behind one of it's massive front legs. Karen felt that this would be a perfect piece for herself to always remember that she had someone watching over her, no matter how small she felt.

* * * * *

The sun was warm and pleasant as Theo walked down the street towards his office building. He had just finished his lunch and was heading back to deal with the hectic life of a running the many businesses that the Pack had under their control. As he turned the corner, he caught wind of the most wonderful scent. It smelled of Cinnamon and spices, with an undercurrent of what seemed to be apples. He staggered as his wolf came roaring to the fore front and had to lean against the side of a building to keep control of himself. Taking several deep breaths to calm, both himself and his raging wolf down, he looked around to see where it was coming from. His jaw dropped when he spotted a petite woman standing in front of the stained glass shop across the street. She had to have been the most beautiful female human he had ever seen in his entire life.

She was 5'4 at the very most, with dark, chocolate brown hair, that was piled on top of her head in a bun. Her frame was short and thick though it was clearly visible that she had more muscle than fat on her. As his gazed traveled lower, his heart nearly stopped at the firm round ass that looked back at him through a pair of tight jeans. His eyes dropped down to look at well formed thighs, and on to what he could only imagine as a pair of amazing calves. He let his eyes travel back up her frame, letting it once again pause at her hips, before going back to her head. While he was admiring the view, she unlocked the shop and walked into it. As she moved about, he caught his first glance of her voluptuous breast. Each one was nice and round and looked as if it would just barely fit into his large hands. 

He kept staring as she sat down at a table and began to draw. Her face was perfect, slightly oval in shape, with an adorable button nose, and full lips, of which the lower one was in the process of being worried by her straight white teeth. At that, his groin twitched into life, and he found himself walking towards the shop. He hesitated for less than a second before pushing the door open. As he walked in the same smell hit him like a freight train, she looked up and smiled, making his breath catch, as he looked into her almond shaped tri-colored hazel eyes. He also noticed, that while she had a breath-taking smile, the smile didn't reach her eyes. He then noticed the slight red tint, and the puffiness that surrounded them. She had been crying, and strangely, it made his wolf go nuts. He battled with him for a moment and pushed him down, shrugging off the surge of protective nature to him being the Alpha's second. His wolf tried to act up again, but Theo just shoved him down harder and told him to stay there.

"Hello"

* * * *

Karen looked up as the gentle chiming of bells signaled that someone had entered her store. She took a moment to practice her greeting, before looking up and smiling. The man who stood before her was unlike anything she'd ever seen. He had to have been around 6'5, with a strong athletic build. She could see the muscles in his shoulders and chest even under his expensive Italian suit. His chest led down into a small waist, giving him a swimmer's body. She glanced down as far as she could without leaning over the desk to see the rest of him, but she was sure it was just as gorgeous as the top part. Her eyes darted quickly back to his, which was a mistake. His eyes were a deep, dark, honey brown that seemed to suck her into them. It took all of her willpower to break eye contact and respond to the gently spoken greeting he had given her.

"Hello, How are you today? Is there anything I can help you with?" she rushed out as she stood from the bar stool she was perched on. Theo chuckled softly, sending shivers up and down her spine.

"Oh, no, I'm fine, I've just always wanted to come in and see what was here. How about yourself, how are you?"

"It's been a little hectic, I had some family business that came up so I haven't been in lately," her thoughts trailed off, and she had a brief moment where her smile slipped before she plastered it back on and tried to act normal.

"Anyways, I'm back and in a creating kind of mood, is there anything you'd like me to make for you?"

He didn't show that he saw her smile slip, saw the raw pain in her eyes, before she bravely pasted on her 'normal' face. Again, his wolf tried to act up, as if he was trying to tell him something, but Theo ignored him until he huffed angrily and curled into a ball at the back of his mind. 

"I don't have anything right now, but if I think of something I'll let you know. Is it alright if I look around a little?"

"Of course! Everything with a white tag is for sale, if it has a green tag, it's either been bought, or commissioned by someone and they just haven't picked it up yet." She said pointing to various pieces around room. "If you see something that sparks your interest and there isn't a tag on it, let me know, and I'll give you its details."

She turned her back to him and went back to the desk, picking up the finished drawing and moving it over to her work station. As he browsed the art, she began to dig through the glass to find the perfect colors.

Theo walked around the shop, he tried to look at the pieces, but he found his eyes constantly going back to where the women was, now digging through shards of glass. His wolf paced restlessly in his mind. Mentally growling at his beast. He tried to push him back down and convince him that this silly little human female was not what his wolf thought she was. Finally after a heated battle, the wolf whined dejectedly before curling back into a ball and leaving his other half to himself. He was going through the list of females back at the compound that were always willing to please him, when he was pulled out of his thoughts by a pained gasp and the sound of breaking glass.

The string of curse words that flew out of Karen's mouth would have put a sailor to shame. That had been the perfect shade of blue for the sky and she had dropped it. She balled up her shirt into her left hand to stem the bleeding from the cut on her palm, while she bent over to pick up the pieces that had scattered all over the floor. As she muttered under her breath, she didn't notice that the man had walked up behind her.

"Need any help?" He asked softly, causing her to squeak and spin around, almost dropping more glass.

"Good lord you scared me!" she exclaimed grabbing her chest with her bloody hand " Thank you for the offer, but I've got..." her thoughts trailed off as she turned to look into his eyes.

Gone was the deep honey brown, in it's place, his eyes were a bright gold that seemed to glow. She slowly backed away, until her hip hit her drawing desk.

"Uhm, Sir? Are.... Are you... alright?" she asked in a shaky voice.

He didn't hear anything she was saying. He had walked over to see if she needed any help, he wasn't expecting to see her bleeding. The sight and smell of so much of her blood sent his wolf crazy. It was all he could do to keep himself from changing right then and there to help heal the cut on her hand.

"You're bleeding..." he rasped out in a low voice, as he slowly approached her like the predator he was.

"I'm well aware of that, but at least my eyes are staying the same color." she bit out as she slowly slid around her drawing table and backed toward the register. If she could just get to the pistol that she had under the counter, she would be okay. The crazy man in front of her seemed to ignore the words she was saying, as he kept stalking closer. Three more steps, and she would be there, two more.

* * * * "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" Josh roared as he marched into the shop toward the stranger that was stalking his best friend.

Theo looked up at the intruder to see who dared to barge in. A low growl started in his chest and rose slowly as the new man approached him. Yet the metallic sound of a gun being cocked, had his attention back on the little women in front of him instantaneously.

"I suggest you leave while you still posses the ability to." she said with cold steel in her voice. The second that josh had burst into the room was more than enough for her to grab her gun, cock it and have it aimed at man in front of her.

The sight of the silver gun pointed at him was more than enough to cool his wolf and give him the ability to push him back down. He had no idea why the sight of her blood had affected him so much. He could still smell it in the air though, and it was the sweetest smelling nectar he had ever smelt. It set his blood boiling, and his cock straining against his pants. He had to have this women, no matter what, she would be his.

"I'm sorry I scared you, I was just trying to look at your hand to see if there was anything I could do to help." he said softly and slowly, holding his hands up. 

"I thought I already told you, I don't need any help." Karen spat back with a fire that danced in her eyes "I will only say this one more time, leave now, while you can still walk, or you'll be leaving in a stretcher and handcuffs."

Theo bowed slightly, and briskly walked out of the shop. He walked down a few blocks, before circling around to watch her through the shop windows from across the street. His hackles rose as he saw the man from earlier holding the petite brunette. His wolf got him halfway across the street, before he realized it. He turned around, figuring it was best to wait a little bit before approaching her again. So he turned and headed back to the office.

Karen sat sobbing once again into Josh's chest. "Why does all the horrible stuff happen to me??" she choked out as he stroked her hair.

"Shhh now chickadee, you handled yourself spectacularly. Your Daddy would have been mighty proud."

After she had gotten more composure over herself, she stood up, finished cleaning up the broken glass, and finally cleaned and bandaged her hand. Then she closed up shop early and went home to take a nice long, relaxing bath before bed.

* * * *

Theo barely made it through the rest of the day. He was angry and restless, and no one could get through to him. Finally, he packed it up and left to go back to the compound. He took a small detour by the little woman's shop. It was dark and locked up, somehow disappointing him that he wouldn't get to see her again today, even though he had told himself the whole day that he'd never see her again anyways.

Once he got back to the compound and into his apartment, he called for one of his usual women to come and try to get the day's tension out of his shoulders. He sat by the fireplace in his favorite armchair to wait. A few minutes later, in walked in Annie, a tall, slender, blonde female. She had small curves, though they suited her long frame. She sauntered over and sat boldly in his lap.

"Hey there handsome, had a bad day huh?" She asked as she started to rub his chest with one of her hands.

"Yes." He growled out before forcefully dragging her head down to his for a demanding kiss.

He dominated the kiss, his tongue forcing it's way into her mouth to duel with hers. He was rough in his treatment, grabbing her small breast through her shirt.

"All of it.. off....now." he demanded, indicating her clothing.

She obliged readily, shedding each piece of cloth and letting it fall to the floor. He stood, and grabbed a nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it hard, while the other hand roughly grasped at the other breast making her moan loudly. His cock was hard and painful against his pants, so he pushed lightly on her shoulders to send her to her knees. She licked her lips hungrily, and she undid his pants.

As she slid the offending articles of clothing to the floor his enormous cock sprang free, sending her into excited giggles. She gently grasped it and began to stroke the soft velvety shaft. Slowly she started licking the head of his cock, while her hands worked his shaft and balls. Theo groaned, urging her on, as she slid his cock deeper into her mouth, while still working her tongue around the head. He grabbed the back of her hair and urged her to go faster. She obliged by taking him as far as she could, while letting him work her head in an increased tempo. His grunts and groans filled the air as he fucked her mouth, but it wasn't enough, he needed more. He pulled her head off his cock and and pushed her onto all fours. He positioned himself behind her, reaching around to flick her clit a few times to get her wet before he entered her. He slammed into her hard from behind and soon she was moaning and pushing her hips back against him. He set a fast, hard pace, trying to pound out all the frustration of the day away.


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Each stroke was another thought, her eyes, her lips, her body, her smell, her blood, the gun. He groaned quietly, and slowed his pace, before coming to a stop altogether.

"What's the matter baby?" Annie asked as she looked over her shoulder panting. Theo slipped out of her already going soft.

"I'm so sorry Annie, what I'm doing is wrong. I'll make it up to you later, but if you could please leave me alone right now, I'd really appreciate it." He sighed and headed for his bathroom, while the disgruntled female gathered up her clothes and left. 

The hot water soon had the entire bathroom filled with mist. Letting it pound against his back, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander. Her face swam into his thoughts, quickly followed by the rest of her. As he watched her play across his mind, his cock hardened again. Unconsciously, his hand wrapped around his shaft and he started pumping slowly. In his mind, the little woman was on her knees, taking him into her mouth. His pace quickened as he now pictured her on all fours, presenting that perfect ass for him. He came hard, his seed hitting the far wall of the shower when he imagined biting into the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. His breathing was ragged as he braced himself against the wall with his free hand. Why did he just think that? How could he want to bite her? Deep within him, his wolf growled the answer.

Groaning deeply Theo leaned his forehead against the wall, "But she's human..." he whispered into the steam 



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It's amazing how much people can change in a short period of time. Take me for instance, twelve weeks ago I was your typical white, middle-class, fat-boy straight out of high school without a clue. Today, after completing recruit training I was thirty pounds lighter with a healthy tan and a confident swagger.

I was standing at attention on the parade field on a Friday morning at Camp Elliott near San Diego, California while some politician droned on at the microphone about how my graduating Company represented the best and the brightest the country had to offer the military.

A sudden gust caught the skirt of woman in the crowd just across from me. The draught breeze billowed the hem of the woman's yellow sundress waist high, revealing her matching yellow panties to the host of horny troops. Only our newly instilled discipline kept us from responding with cat-calls and wolf-whistles. 

Now my cock joined the rest of my body in rigid attention. I caught another glimpse of the woman as she fought with another gust of wind trying to keep her garment in place. I realized she looked vaguely familiar and my mind raced for recognition. With unmilitary-like bearing I cocked an eyebrow as I identified the woman, she was my mother.

Her drastic weight lost had made her barely recognizable. She had sent me a photo with her last letter explaining that she had lost fifty pounds since I had left home. Her weight loss greatly enhanced her 36Cx28x38 figure stacked on her five-foot five-inch frame.

At last, the order was passed for the Company to pass in review. Smartly we marched to the drum cadence and paraded before the assembled crowd with military correctness. Once, the parade was completed we were halted and issued the one order we had fervently longed for since the first day of recruit training. "Com-pany Dis-missed!"

"Sir, yes sir," we shouted in unison and performed a well-rehearsed about-face. The formation disintegrated into a mob of uniformed men shaking hands and patting each other on the back. The chaos increased when civilians rushed onto the parade ground to find their trooper. 

I saw the woman in the yellow dress fight her way through the crowd like a colorful salmon swimming upstream. I was unable to respond as she stopped a newly-minted trooper about my height and called him by my name. It had been the first time I had heard my first name spoken since I left home. It took me a moment to recall that the name belonged to me.

Finally I found my voice, "Over here, Mom."

Mother twirled on her heel at the sound of my voice. Her face broke into a broad smile as she recognized me. She jumped into my arms and I lifted her off her feet. Her huge breasts squashed against my chest and instinctively my lips caressed hers with love and lust.

I hadn't thought of my mother as a sexual being until she had sent me a photo of herself that documented her weight lost. She wore a pair of short-shorts and a crop-top. The shorts were tight and invaded her slit creating a captivating cameltoe that in truth was closer to a mesmerizing moose-knuckle. The material of the crop-top was translucent and revealed her hard nipples as they rose majestically from the center of each perfectly rounded areola.

My bunkmate had made a remark about how he'd fuck my mother silly. I rewarded his candor with a bloody lip. But that night after lights out, with the image of my sexy mother still smoldering in mind, I beat my cock to a nubbin. I filled a sock wrapped around my cock with illicit cum as I pretended it was Mother's cunt.

Now she was in my arms. She pushed against my chest to break our embrace. "Russ, Baby, let me get a look at you. You're so handsome in your dress uniform." She gushed as her eyes explored my physique from head to foot. With an approving tone she said, "You've changed so much. I hardly recognize you."

I laughed heartily and retorted, "Well, Mom, I hardly recognize you either. You're beautiful."

She put her hands on her hips and smirked, "What's that supposed to mean. I wasn't beautiful before I lost weight?"

I held up my hands like a cop trying to stop traffic. I even made a tactical retreat by stepping back a pace. I stammered, "No, not at all. I meant you are even more beautiful now than before you lost weight."

"That's what I thought you meant," she teased with a glimmer in her brown eyes. She held out her arms for another embrace and somberly said, "I sure did miss you Baby-boy."

"Private Kingston," my black Drill Instructor barked, "who is this beautiful lady, your sister?"

With unthinking discipline I snapped to attention and yelled, "Sir, no sir. This is my mother."

The Drill Instructor wasn't being coquettish, Mother was thirty-nine but with her weight loss she could easily pass for a woman a decade younger.

Mother held out her hand for my Drill Instructor to shake but he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it. He said to my mother, who was gushing like a teeny-bopper, "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. You should be proud of Private Kingston he has the makings of fine trooper."

Mother looked directly and lovingly into my eyes as she replied, "Oh, I am very proud of him, Mister Drill Instructor."

I broke-in, "It's just Drill Instructor, Mom, not Mister Drill Instructor."

Her hand rose to her lips as if trying to get the words back. Flustered by her faux pas she stammered, "I'm so sorry. I meant no insult."

My Drill Instructor chuckled. The deep bass resonance of his laugh echoed on the breeze. He said to her, "No offense taken, Ma'am." Then to me he said, "Carry on, Private Kingston. Why don't you get this pretty lady out of here?"

"Yes, sir," I barked. I offered my mother my arm and we marched smartly off the parade field. As we walked I asked her, "Did you do something to you hair? It looks different."

Mother smiled brightly and bounced her hair in her fingers, "Why yes, I let it grow out and put in some red highlights. Do you like it?"

"Yes I do. You look real sexy."

We picked up my duffel-bag and made our way to the fast food restaurant at the Post Exchange (PX). The place was crowded and loud with graduates and guests. After we got our order I led mother outside to a spot under a shade tree where we sat on the grass. 

I dug into the sack and handed mother her grilled chicken sandwich before ripping off the wrapper of the greasy hamburger I had ordered. It was my fist since coming to Boot Camp. I wolfed it down without ceremony. Finished I burped loudly and declared, "That was out-fucking-standing."

"Russell Charles Kingston! Is that kind of manners the military taught you?"

I was taken aback by mother's scolding and whilted beneath her harsh glare. Sheepishly I whimpered, "Sorry, Mom."

"You're forgiven, Baby-boy," she said with a softer tone before wiping her mouth with a napkin.

I noticed her wedding ring was missing from her hand. In fact there wasn't even a pale outline of the ring to give evidence that it had ever been there. My mother had written me a couple of weeks ago informing me that my father would not be attending my Boot Camp graduation so I wasn't surprised with his absence. I asked, "So what's the real reason Dad didn't come with you?"

Mother choked on her sandwich at the unexpected question. She quickly sipped soda through her straw to wash the bite down.

Temporally I was hypnotized by the way her lipstick-covered lips seized the straw. My cock stirred in my trousers of its own volition. I shook my head to clear it of naughty thoughts.

Mother's voice quivered with emotion as she said, "He had pressing business. You do know he's proud of you, don't you?"

"Yeah, I got a letter from him a week ago."

"A letter, uh, what did he say?"

"Just that he was proud of me and that he hoped I would understand some day. He didn't say what I was supposed to understand and I have to admit I was confused by the Florida postmark on the envelop."

I grabbed Mother's left hand and examined it before I asked, "Where's your wedding ring Mom?"

Tears suddenly streamed down Mother's face. She sniveled, "You father abandoned me for a another woman right after you left for Boot Camp. I thought you deserved to hear the news face-to-face, so I waited to tell you and I begged your father not to tell you about it either."

Dumbfounded I stuttered, "Dad left?"

Mother dapped at her eyes before her tears ruined her make-up. After she gathered herself she said, "Your father packed his bags and headed to Florida with his twenty-two year old dental assistant the day after you left for Boot Camp. He seethed with cruelty as he ranted about how he had never been in love with me and that he had just stayed because he was duty bound to do so for you. Now that you were grown and gone, he was free to do the same."

Recovering from the gut-punch of emotions I said, "I can't say it's unexpected. My whole senior year in high school I felt Dad pulling back. I thought it was because he knew I was leaving but it was because he was planning on leaving."

"He didn't leave you Baby-boy, he left me. He loves you."

Shaking my head I spat, "Not if he felt like it was his duty to stay with us because he knocked you up in college. I don't think he loved me any more than he loved you. I'm so sorry, Mom. I guess it's just you and me now." 

Mother once again broke down into tears and I pulled her into an embrace. A few people paused to witness the drama before I drove them away with a vicious glare. After a bit Mother had cried herself out and pushed off my shoulder. She wiped it with a napkin and said, "I'm going to ruin your uniform." She sighed heavily then added, "That's the last tears I'll shed for your father. Let's do something fun. Can we go into the Post Exchange?"

"Sure, if you want."

Post Exchange was military jargon for department store. We strolled through the aisles until Mother spotted some T-shirts. She picked up one and displayed it across her ample bosom with a smile. It was dark blue and written in yellow letters were the words, "My Man is a Military Man." She claimed it and we continued shopping.

I needed to purchase some new civilian clothes to wear when I was off-duty and off-base. My thirty-pound weight loss meant the civvies I had worn to Boot Camp would no longer fit me. I asked Mother to help me pick something out. 

In no time at all she had gathered an armful of clothing and we headed to the fitting room. Ensconced in the fitting room I stripped out of my uniform and tried on the first outfit Mother had chosen for me. The polo shirt fit fine but the khakis were too loose. I pulled the shirt off and set it aside. I pulled the trousers off, cracked the door and handed them to Mother.

Momentarily the door reopened and Mother handed me a smaller sized pair. She ran her fingers across the bare skin of my pectoral muscles. She huffed, "Oh my."

My cock jumped to rigid attention in my boxers as the electrical charge of her touch surged through my body. Goose-bumps spread across my torso as Mother intuitively caressed my chest.

She seemed mesmerized by body's reaction to her touch. Her eyes widened with pleasant surprise as she became aware of my erect cock jutting from my body and tenting my boxers. She gazed at in and blustered, "Oh my, it's so big."

I reached for her but she slammed the door shut. I stood in my boxers panting with sexual excitement. I was dizzy and shook my head. I said to myself, "What the fuck?"

Finally I calmed down and finished trying on the clothes. I chose a pair of khakis and a gray pair of trousers with a couple of polo shirts to go with each pair of pants. I changed back into my uniform and after I paid for my purchases to include the T-shirt Mother wanted we left the PX.

We caught a taxi cab and left base for a downtown San Diego hotel where Mother had booked a suite. Our time together was short since I had to report to Infantry Training School by zero-seven hundred hours on Monday. As the taxi traversed through traffic the silence between us was deafening. We stole fervent glimpses of each other trying to read the other's thoughts.

Once at the hotel I went up to the suite and jumped into the shower telling Mother I needed to wash the sweat off before changing into my new civvies. She acquiesced and went to the beachwear boutique in the hotel lobby to purchase new swimwear. She needed a new bathing suit since her weight loss and to her it made more sense to buy it in San Diego than in Chicago.

I was tempted to drown my taboo thoughts in cold water but the memory of my mother's thrilling touch was too overwhelming. Gooseflesh arose on my torso and my cock hardened to the point of pain as I recalled Mother's caress on my chest. Steam filled the bathroom as my mind went into full blown fantasy mode. I began to stroke my cock with vigor as I imagined Mother joining me in the shower. 

Her nipples stood at rigid attention as she stepped into the shower. She pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue wrestled with mine for several moments. She broke our kiss and trailed her hands down my torso across my abs sending shivers of delight throughout my body. Finally, she took my throbbing cock in one hand and my bloated balls in the other. Mother watched my eyes to gauge my reaction as she gently rolled my balls in one hand while tugging on my cock with the other. Her voice broke with huskiness as she said, "Russ, you've grown into quite the man."

I lathered her breasts and said, "I think we've both changed a lot, Mom."

"What's changed, Son?" She asked soaping and tugging on my cock. "Us wanting to fuck each other?"

I giggled. I had never heard Mother say the f-word before. I nodded and kissed her. My tongue penetrated her mouth like I want my cock to penetrate her pussy.

She broke our kiss and turned her back to me. She grasped the shower-head and rose up on her tip-toes pushing her bodacious butt in my direction. Looking over her shoulder she coyly said, "Want to fuck me right now, Son?"

"I sure do, thanks for asking Mom." I replied. I groaned as I penetrated her pussy from behind.

Mother took the initiative and began to swivel her hips rapidly up and down on my hard cock. She giggled as I moaned my pleasure. She teased me by changing the rotation of her hips and twirling them in such a manner as to make her pussy do figure-eights on my cock.

"Pinch my nipples, Baby-boy," Mother ordered. "Hard, but not too hard." 

I complied and Mother squealed with pleasure. I thrust my cock into her urgently, growling and groaning in my own ecstasy. My hands slipped from her breasts down to her hips and I used them to hold her still as I relentlessly pounded my cock in and out of her pussy.

At the breakneck pace I was going Mother knew I was going to cum soon. She reached between her thighs and diddled her clit with passionate purpose. She chattered confused syllables of love and lust to me, "Fuck good... hard cock... Mama likes." 

I slapped her bare ass a wet stinging smack and she howled with delight. Between cock thrusts I huffed, "I love you...Mom...I love you."

Suddenly Mother stiffened and shrieked as her pussy convulsed around my cock with climatic eruption. She screamed in a frenzy as her knees started to buckle. If I hadn't had such a firm grip on her hips she would have fallen . The spasms of Mother's cunt clutched at my cock and were too much for me to bear. I pushed my cock into Mother as far as I could and unloaded into the depths of her pussy. Cum spurted in thick ropes of release from my throbbing cock coating her quaking cunt. My eyes rolled back in my head and flashes of white rocketed through my brain while blood roared in my ears. I shook my head from side to side as a kaleidoscope of colors crossed my brain with dizzying delight. My whole body trembled. I grabbed the showerhead like it was a life line. I cried out, "I...love...you...Mom."

I wasn't surprised that Mother wasn't back from shopping when I got out of the shower. I quickly donned my new khakis and a blue polo shirt and headed downstairs to find her. I found the beachwear boutique and ask if they had seen a beautiful woman with auburn hair.

A stacked twenty-something salesclerk led me to back of the store to the fitting rooms. She offered me a seat and said, "Good you're finally here. Your girlfriend just got done with her bikini wax." She leaned towards me like a co-conspirator and lowered her voice, "She got a Brazilian by the way."

"Brazilian?"

She giggled, "She waxed her entire yoo-hoo just for you."

The thought of my mother with a bald pussy instantly aroused me and I crossed my legs to hide my hard-on. An un-slick move that the salesclerk caught, she giggled again. She patted my arm in a flirty-kind of way and said huskily, "Your girlfriend did say she wanted to look super-sexy for you."

The zipping sound of the fitting room curtain being pulled back announced Mother's arrival. She was wearing a sexy white bikini with wedge sandals that accentuated her bodacious boobs and adorable ass. The seam of the bikini was fully invested in Mother's snatch creating an obvious cameltoe. She spun around so I could get a rearview. The bikini bottoms were also invading the crack of her ass revealing quite a bit of her buttocks.

The salesclerk gave her pitch, "This is good choice for you Shelly. The top is a traditional triangle halter which ties in the back between the shoulder blades. The bottoms are a sexy surfer short that fit your figure perfectly. The waist is high enough to cover your hysterectomy scar. I know you were concerned about that, good thing it's a horizontal scar and not vertical. I must warn you, though, this material will be see-through when wet."

My mind raced with imagines of Mother's labia and nipples covered yet not concealed by the wet material of the bikini. I took a deep breath just to keep from blowing a load of cum in my trousers. It occurred to me that Mother was talking to me. I shook my head to clear my taboo thoughts and red-faced asked, "I'm sorry what did you say?"

Mother sighed and placed a hand on her sexy hip. She held my eyes aware that they gazed into the succulent folds of her gash. She snapped, "My eyes are up here, Russ." She patiently waited while my eyes slowly roamed up her trim torso and rest momentarily on her breasts duly noting that her hard nipples were tenting the tight material of the top. Once my eyes were locked with hers she spoke again. "What do you think, Russ, sexy or slutty?"

I swallowed hard then rasped, "I definitely like it but what do you think?"

Mother turned and looked in the three-way mirror giving me another gander at her beautiful butt. She watched my reaction in the mirror's reflection as she subtly rand her forefinger through her slit tracing the seam of the bikini. Pleased that I had seen her teasing movement she looked me in the eyes and said, "I like it. It makes me feel real sexy. But don't you think I'll look like slut after it gets wet? I mean everything will be on display."

The salesclerk broke in, "Woman who purchase this particular bikini have a certain amount of sexual confidence that says, 'Here I am bitches, I'm sexy and I know it and now you do too.'" She looked down at me and added, "Most men fine that kind of confidence sexy not slutty."

I looked at the salesclerk and nodded then said, "Uh, yeah, go for it."

Mother shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll take it but I got another one I want you to see."

As Mother changed the salesclerk gave me her appraisal, "You're from Camp Elliot, right?"

"Yeah, just graduated today. Is it that obvious?"

"It's pretty obvious. I can tell you've been without by the way you're squirming in your seat. You must really be packing to get a cougar like that and she really wants you too. She had trimmed her bush into a pretty triangle but all the swimsuits she waited to impress you with required a more aggressive approach to hair removal. I told her a Landing Strip would suffice but a Brazilian would not only be more appropriate for the swimwear she wanted, it drove the young studs wild. She must love you because she went through a lot of pain for you."




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"Pain?"

"Yeah, it's pretty-fucking-painful when your pubic hair is ripped out by its roots. What do you think a bikini wax does?"

Blushing beet-red at her scolding I offered a weak defense,"I don't know."

Once again Mother tore back the curtain of the fitting room. She was wearing a yellow one-piece swimsuit. It had a halter neck and tied between the shoulder blades just like the bikini had. She turned on her heel to reveal that the back of the swimsuit had a thong bottom. The material of thong was firmly ensconced in the crack of her ass and the sexy cheeks of her buttocks were on full display. She spun around and asked, "What do you think of this one?"

The clerk once again went into her sales speech, "This one-piece suit is another good choice for your body type and the yellow color highlights your auburn hair. It is a retro crocheted suit with a modern halter-top and French-cut thong bottom connected by a crocheted midriff. Which to be honest not only displays your delightful derriere but the French-cut brings the leg-holes high on the hip further accentuating the lines of your labia Once again when it's wet you will be covered but not concealed."

I licked my lips and cleared my throat trying to get some liquid to my dry mouth. I looked Mother's big expectant doe--like eyes and said, "Yeah, very sexy. You'll look hot in it."

Her smile was as bright as the sun. She nodded to the salesclerk then disappeared again into the fitting room to change back into her sundress. While the salesclerk rang up Mother's purchases I fled the store for the nearest men's room. I found and empty stall and with a trembling hand locked its door. Visions of my mother's bald snatch surged through my imagination as I unzipped my khakis. I could picture her pussy lips pouting for attention and glistening with excitement. The image burned through my brain as my testicles tightened. No sooner had my cock been released from my trousers than the first frothy outburst of cum spewed forth. Red lights exploded through my brain as I hissed with enraptured release. I fought to stay upright as spurts of pleasure weakened my knees and coated the toilet. I grabbed hold of the toilet paper dispenser to keep from collapsing. I murmured, "I love you, Mom."

As soon as I got my cock back in my khakis I retreated from the men's room without cleaning up my mess. I caught Mother just as she exited the beachwear boutique. 

She reported that the shop would send her purchases up to our suite. Gaily she took my arm and we headed into San Diego's Gaslamp District practically skipping like Dorothy and Toto on the yellow brick road. In no time we found the bistro that the hotel's concierge had recommended. It specialized in California cuisine and had a house band that played surf and hot rod music on weekends. 

The place was just starting to fill-up with the after the work crowd. Mother ordered a wine-cooler and I tried to get a beer. But the waiter was wise to the ways of just graduated troopers and asked for my ID which noted I was nineteen, two years shy of legal drinking age.

Mother asked, "What if I ordered a beer to wash down my wine-cooler?"

The waiter chuckled then acquiesced and took our supper order. I ordered a big T-bone steak with all the trimmings while Mother went with a shrimp pasta dish. I looked across the table and drank in the beauty of my mother. I felt guilty that I had not appreciated her before now.

"Thanks, Mom."

She sat her wine-cooler down and asked, "Thanks for what, Baby-boy? It's just a beer I'm not going to let you get drunk."

I chuckled, "Not for the beer. Thanks for coming out here to see me graduate. For once I feel like I accomplished something and I appreciate you coming here to share it with me."

She raised her bottle and I clinked it with my beer bottle. She lovingly looked in my eyes and said, "I'm very proud of you Russ. You've become quite the man. Half the boys you've graduated high school with are still living at home with their parents but you've set out to accomplish something meaningful."

We each sipped our drinks. And I felt Mother's leg brush against mine as she crossed hers under the table. The band started up and she swung her leg in time to the music. My cock grew hard and goose bumps rose on my leg from the delicate yet exciting contact with her leg. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. I looked deep into her big brown doe-like eyes and said, "I love you, Mom. I'm really sorry Dad left you but I'm especially sorry that I didn't appreciate you like I should have when I was home."

Her eyes rimmed with tears and she dabbed at them with her thumb before they could ruin her make-up. "I love you too, Russ. There's no need to be sorry, nobody appreciates their parents until they leave home and it's not your fault your father left. Maybe if I didn't let myself go...."

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed and slammed my fist onto the table. The salt and pepper shakers jumped and so did Mother. I took a deep breath, held it then let it go. I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But Dad's just a jerk. I don't want you to blame yourself because he left. You loved him and he didn't love you back."

Mother shook her head. Her voice trembled with emotion, "It's not just one person, it takes two. It's not all his fault. Maybe if I hadn't put on so much weight or if we had been able to have another child..."

I shook my head, leaned forward and said, "Come-on Mom, you said yourself that Dad told you he never loved you and he was just doing his duty by me. That doesn't sound like someone who is fully invested in the relationship. That's someone doing the minimum until they can find a way out. I don't think the fact that you developed an infection during my birth and had to get a hysterectomy would have made bit of difference."

She shrugged and squeezed my hand. "I guess you're right. You would think after eighteen years of living with your father I would have seen it coming. Maybe I did and just chose to bury my head in the sand. His leaving just about did me in, I didn't get out of bed, I quit eating, I wanted to die. I felt like such a failure. Then a letter from you arrived and you wrote about your weight loss and the challenges in Boot Camp you weren't just facing but overcoming. It inspired me to do the same. You're my hero Russ, you saved my life."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I was glad when the waiter set our food in front of us. I tore into the steak like a pit-bull. The military had trained me to eat quickly and efficiently so I finished way before Mom. I watched with envy as she took the time to savor her meal.

When the waiter took our empty plates Mother ordered me another beer and herself another wine-cooler. The band began to play again and picked up the beat with a fast song. Mother wanted to dance so she led me out on to the small dance floor. While she gyrated sexily around me, I subtlety shuffled my feet back in forth to tempo of the music. Mother's big boobs bounced delightfully to the beat of the drum while her hips swayed to the rhythm of the guitar. She giggled joyfully as her ass wiggled wantonly.

I had so much blood rushing from my brain to my cock I feared I might pass out. Thankfully the band played a slow song and I wrapped my arms around Mother's waist just above her butt as she rested her head on my shoulder. I inhaled the fragrance of her perfume and pulled her tight against me crushing her large breasts into my chest. I could have sworn I felt the hardness of her nipples poking through her dress and into me. My cock stood at rigid attention and rubbed against Mother's mons. I was pleasantly surprised when she ground her mound into my hardness. I looked down into her eyes and she up into mine. It was so natural to bend my head and gently caress her lips with mine. The song finished and we looked longingly into each other's eyes as we applauded.

Without a word I paid our tap and we headed out the door of the bistro strolling through the Gaslamp District hand-in-hand like lovers. We arrived at the hotel and got into the elevator to go up to the room.

I looked at Mother and she smiled back at me. The sudden upward jolt of the elevator shoved her into me. I caught her in my arms and helped her re-balance herself. I pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her hungrily on the lips. Instinctively her lips parted and I penetrated her mouth, momentarily our tongues wrestled. A bell rang to announce we had reached our floor.

The elevator door opened, Mother stepped out and led the way down the hall. She turned and caught and caught me ogling her derrière. She teased me, "Like what you see?"

I nodded. 

"Wait til you see it in my new bikini."

When we came to the room I opened the door and Mother walked inside, she gave a little squeal as I patted her ass. The door snapped shut and Mother headed straight for the bathroom. I watched mesmerized as her ass wiggled beneath the fabric of her dress. My cock hardened and I licked my lips. I heard Mother giggle, she had been watching me in the big mirror over the sink. I blushed.

Just before she closed the bathroom door she said, "Change into your swim trunks I want to go for a moonlight swim."

Shaking my head in disbelief I complied with Mother's request and changed quickly into my military issued khaki-colored swim trunks. I flopped on the bed and grabbed the remote to turn on the television. The squeaking hinges of the bathroom door caught my attention. I sat up on the side of the bed and gazed at my mother.

She wore the white surfer short bikini she had purchased earlier. The halter top highlighted her big breasts and the surfer short bottom accented her shapely hips. As she slipped into her wedge sandals I saw how snugly the bikini clung to her cunt lips causing a stirring in my loins. 

An evening breeze from came from the balcony and I detected that Mother's nipples were hard through her bikini top as she shimmied on the blue T-shirt as a cover-up. I chuckled as I read the words written across her front in yellow, "My Man is a Military Man." It was a double XL and hung down to her mid-thigh. I asked her to tie the bottom of the T-shirt in a knot so I could watch her ass wiggle as she walked. I pleaded, "I love your ass Mom, please let me watch it in action."

Mother laughed lovingly and patted my face, "Sure, Russ. If that's what you want."

She rolled the tail of the shirt and then tied the excess into a knot around her waist. She spun around and asked, "Good enough, Baby-boy?"

"Yeah," I huffed thrilled that the fabric from her bikini bottom had fully infested the crack of her ass. I followed her hiding my hard cock with our beach towels as she led the way out the door. I loved to watch the rise and fall of each buttock and the sideways sway of her hips. More white material inched into her crack. I couldn't believe I could get so hard by simply watching my mother walk.

We had to wait for the elevator. I smiled at my mother in the mirrored doors and she smiled back at me. We were giddy like a couple of kids the night before Christmas. I noticed in the mirror the tell-tale cameltoe produced by her bikini. My mouth watered anticipating the delights that lay beneath the bikini material.

Once we were in the elevator Mother pushed the button to the top floor. She held me at arm's length as I tried to maneuver her into an embrace and a kiss. She scolded, "Russ, behave."

The elevator bell rang and the doors opened onto the roof of the hotel where the pool was located. Posted on the rail of the pool entrance was a sign that read, "Closed for private party."

"Look," I said pointing at the sign.

"I know," said Mother with sly grin. "I paid the hotel's concierge. We're the party."

The city lights created enough ambient light to illuminate the entire pool deck which would allow us to see without having to find the switch for the pool lights. Silently we stood side-by-side at the rooftop rail and took in the spectacular view, the San Diego skyline stretched out before us clear to the harbor. Mother crossed her arms as if she were cold so I pulled her close to me and enjoyed the warmth of her body next to mine. She smiled up at me then wrapped her arm around my waist and we basked in each other's affection.

I broke the silence but I hoped not the spell. "I love you, Mom."

"This is so romantic," she replied then she looked in my eyes and added, "I know you want have sex with me." 

My voice broke with emotion, "Yes I do and I hope you want to have sex with me."

She patted my butt and acknowledged, "Yes, Baby I do. I feel so wanton, so wicked, but this is wrong. You're my son and this is incest."

"I'm your son and you're my mother so I guess it would be incest technically, but you are mature woman and I'm a grown man and we love each other very much. I really want to fuck you."

"Russ, we're playing with fire. We're about to change our relationship from a mother-son platonic one to a man-woman physical one. Once we cross this threshold everything will change. I knew the minute I saw you this morning and recognized that you had become a hard-bodied confident man that I wanted you to make love to me." 

Mother reached up and patted my cheek. "Making love to a person, someone you truly love is so much more pleasurable than just fucking. You do love me, don't you Baby-boy?"

"Gosh yes, Mom, I love you. I loved you all my life. I realized this morning on the parade field when I hugged you how deeply I loved you. I love you not just as my mother but as my woman. I want to make love to you."

Turning towards me she stood on her tip-toes and kissed me. Her tongue probed for mine. She moaned into my mouth as my hand went to work on her breast squeezing it gently She pulled my shirt off while continuing to kiss me. She lovingly caressed my bare chest with feather-like touches that sent excited chills surging across my flesh. Suddenly, she broke our kiss and pushed me back. 

Standing a foot apart panting like animals sizing each other up. I moved to embrace her again but she put her hand flat against my chest and shook her head no.

She untied the knot that held her T-shirt and pulled it off over her head. She threw into a nearby lounge chair. She reached behind her neck and untied the string that held the bikini top. Then yanked the second tie from between her shoulder blades and pulled the top off her heaving breasts. She held the top between her fingers a moment before letting it fall on top of the T-shirt. 

I dropped my eyes to her breasts. They were big, round and her nipples looked to be hard enough to cut glass. I kissed each breast in turn then took a stiff nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard. I teased the nipple with my tongue and then blew my hot breath on it.

Mother arched her back and groaned. Her fingers encouragingly caressed the back of my head. She moaned, "Oh, Baby-boy, that feels so good."

Suddenly she pushed me away for her breasts and threw the beach towels on to the cement pool deck. She dropped to her knees on the towels and gleefully yanked my swim trunks down. After I stepped out of them she tossed them on top of her discarded T-shirt on the lounge chair. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as my distended cock danced in front of her face. She studied it for a moment before kissing its swollen helmet then licking the pre-cum drooling from it.

I mumbled my pleasure, "Ahhhhhh."

She watched my cock sway for a moment after she had cleaned the head. "Baby, your cock is... so hard...so large. It looks like it should be attached to a pony. I'm defiantly going to be walking bow-legged after getting fucked by this monster."

I stammered, "I'm so...so glad you...you like it."

"I love it because it belongs to you but, especially since it's so big and hard." Her eyes shifted to mine as her small delicate hand steadied my prick. Then she lovingly siphoned my bulbous head into her mouth. She never took her big doe-like eyes off mine.

I gasped for breath and curled my toes to keep from cumming. I groaned,"Ohhhhhh."

Her eyes glimmered with naughtiness as she licked the underside of my shaft. Her hand shifted to my balls and she gently squeezed them. "Are they full, Baby? Are they full for me?" 

Giggling she engulfed both of my bloated balls into her mouth. The suction she produced on them would have put a Hoover vacuum to shame. She spat out my balls and licked down their seam before licking up the length of my shaft to the head. Grabbing my cock again she tantalizingly darted her tongue into my piss slit. Now she had me standing on my tip toes.

My cock disappeared into her mouth and she began to suckle while stroking the remaining shaft. Her cheeks hollowed while she jacked my cock with one hand and rolled my balls with the other. My mind became overloaded with gratification as it jumped from one pleasure to another. I felt my cock twitch signaling I was ready to cum. 

Suddenly Mother jammed her finger up my ass and spunk gushed out of my cock like it was a fire hose. I bellowed like bull and struggled to stay on my feet as my knees grew weak. Blood pounded in my ears and a multiple of lights exploded in my brain. When I finished spewing I looked down at Mother gasping for air.

She hadn't even try to catch all my cum in her mouth. She just let it wash over her face and drip down to her breasts. She looked up at me, one of her eyes was shut and the lashes seemed glued together with my cum. Her face and breasts were literally covered with cum. She smiled up at me and said, "Feel better now, Baby?"

I nodded as she held out her hand. I pulled her up from the pool deck and said, "I love you."

"I know you do, Baby-boy, you just covered me with your love. I love you too."

Mother dove into the pool with a splash. After a moment she surfaced her face cleansed of my cum. She treaded water and said, "The water is warm and refreshing, why don't you join me?"

Not needing to be asked twice I dove into the pool. I swam towards Mother and just as I reached her, she teasingly splashed water in my face and swam to the swallow end.

Stopping on the pool stairs she sat on the top step of the stairs and invitingly spread her legs. I moved between them and we entwined in a passionate kiss. Reaching for one of her creamy white breasts I gently but firmly squeezed it. I smiled as Mother moaned. I appreciated her responsiveness. I kissed her neck before moving down to suck a pink nipple into my mouth.

Mother encouraged me to suckle by running her hands through my hair. She murmured, "That's it Baby-boy, that feels so good."

Leaving Mother's heaving breasts I trailed my tongue down her trembling torso. I teased her by blowing my hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps rose all over her trunk. I stopped and studied her through her bikini bottoms. They were indeed see-through I could clearly see her labia, her cunt lips were thick and engorged with excitement and pouted for more attention. I peeled the bottoms off her as she raised her butt off the step to assist me. I kissed the surgery scar that was half-way between her naval the cleft of her cunt, she stiffen as my lips made contact with the scar. I whispered, "I'm sorry I caused this."

Mother relaxed and ran her fingers through my hair saying, "It's not your fault. The scar resulted from giving you life. It was worth it."

"I love you, Mom," I said before I continued kissing and licking my way down her body until I was between her legs.

Mother's excitement built as I brushed my lips over her slit with light caresses. She strained and bucked her hips upward. Finally, I put my lips right on top of her slit and kissed it gently then harder. She moaned.

My tongue broached her pussy. I ran my tongue up and down the layers of her pussy flesh. Tentatively, my tongue entered her cunt and fucked her with gentle stabs. I teased the hell out of Mother until her clit made its appearance demanding consideration. It was stiff and peeked from its sheath. I brought my tongue to the top of her slit and used it like a probe. Locating her pearl I licked it hard and pressed my tongue into her clit-hood.




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She muttered encouragement, "That...that's...it...that's it."

I slid two fingers firmly but slowly as far as they would go into Mother's drooling cunt. I teased her meticulously until my fingers made contact with her G-spot.

"That's the place," Mother rasped and squirmed on my hand.

I tapped my fingers against her G-spot with the same kind of action my cock would make fucking her cunt. I sped my fingers in and out of her pussy with forceful exuberance.

Mother hooted, "Don't stop...please...don't stop."

Gently pulling her pussy lips apart, I exposed her clit and flicked my tongue quickly against it. Mother's legs thrash against my head as she writhed about splashing water. Sensing she was approaching orgasm I pursed my lips into an O and sucked forcefully on her clit. She lifted her butt up and bucked up and down against my face. Somehow I managed to keep my mouth on Mother's clit and sucked it even harder.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" 

Mother was on the verge of climax so I pushed her over the edge by gently biting her clit while shoving two of fingers up her ass. Her eyes rolled over white as an orgasm rippled through her. Water splashed all around us as her body convulsed with climax. She cried out with unmitigated delight, "Yes, Yes."

When Mother recovered she opened her eyes and she saw my face full of glee. I was pleased that I gave her so much pleasure, but I needed confirmation, "Was that good for you?"

"That was fantastic," she laughed then asked, "Where did you learn how to eat pussy like that?"

I chortled, "Why do you think I spent so much time on the Internet? What did you think I was surfing for?"

Mother laughed as I back-stroked out to deeper water. She followed me doing a breast-stroke. Her breasts bobbed in the water like apples in a washtub at Halloween.

Feeling the bottom of the pool beneath my feet I took Mother into my arms and kissed her hungrily. I took a hard nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.

Mother hissed with delight and ran pushed my face further into her bosom. She reached for my cock and seemed pleased that it was already rock hard beneath the water. Vigorously she jerked her hand up and down on it until I moaned with extricated joy. 

"You excite me so much, Mom." I lifted her by her waist and impaled her on my cock. I watched her eyes widen as my big cock penetrated her. The buoyancy of the water allowed me to fully pierce her pussy like it would never had on dry land. We both panted with pleasure as she completely sank onto my cock until it was fully seated into her sweltering snatch. 

"Baby, you're so hard....so big...it feels...feels so good...inside Mama," she stammered. She squeezed her cunt muscles tightening her grip on my cock. The sensation took my breath away. Mother gripped my shoulders for balance as we bobbed in the water. The pleasure she was giving me was like no other I had ever felt. It had to be due to the levity of the water. She whispered naughty words of encouragement into my ear. Words like, "Fuck me. Fuck me good."

Soon I was frantically plunging into my mother's hot box like a lunatic. Mother bounded her heels across my ass like bronco rider trying to score an eight. She freed a hand from my shoulder to diddle her clit. She encouraged me with, "That's it Baby, pound Mama's pussy."

I began to pummel her pussy like I was possessed. Once again I felt her cunt contract and Mother wailed in ecstasy as wave after climatic wave crashed down on her. I loved how the contorted contours of her face reflected the rapture of her orgasm. It proved to be more than I could take and I sank fully into her snatch. My balls tightened and I shot spurts of cum deep into her. Blood pounded in my ears along with Mother's orgasmic howls.

Once we were both drained we drifted toward the shallow end wrapped in each other's arms. I withdrew my softening cock from Mother and we scrambled up and out of the pool. We found our suits and deftly picked them up as we wrapped up in hotel terry-cloth robes.

Breathlessly we laughed as we reached the elevator and headed back down to our room. As soon as we reached the room Mother pulled me into the bathroom with her. Her nipples harden in the sudden coolness of the room. Quickly she turned on the shower and stepped into it. She oohed as the warm water generated goose bumps on her flesh. 

I quickly joined her in the shower and wrapped my arms around her adding my body warmth to hers. I soaped her body and rinsed the chlorinated pool water from it. I said, "You're so sexy Mom, I can't get enough of you."

She giggled as she glanced down and saw that my cock was once again hard and danced expectantly between my legs. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed me. "Again, Russ? So soon?"

I grinned back at her and nodded.

Warm water beaded on her luscious breasts and streamed down her belly to disappear between her legs. She kissed me passionately. Her tongue explored my mouth. She took my breath away. She said after breaking our kiss, "I love you, Russ with all my heart." 

"I love you too, Mom."

She traced a fingernail down the length of my hard cock. It nodded like a bobble-head figurine in response. She looked into my eyes, " I love you so much, Russ. Let's get out of here."

We got out of the shower and quickly dried each other off. Mother kissed me lightly stroking my cock to keep it interested but not hard enough to let me cum. She gripped my cock and led me from the bathroom through the suite to the bed. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as I studied her jingling butt checks.

The moon was full and shined so brightly through the balcony that no other illumination was necessary. Mother climbed on the bed and knelt with her arms outstretched in the leapfrog position. Her ass arched up in the air and her knees were drawn to the outside of her breasts. Her sex was on full display to me.

Submissively she said, "I'm going to give you what no else has ever had. I know you love my butt, Russ. I'm giving it to you. I love you so much."

"Dad and you never?" I asked.

"Never, he thought anal sex was filthy. And that I was a pervert for wanting to try it."

I paused, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass. It's the only virginity I have to offer you."

I kissed each cheek of her butt squeezing each one gently noting that her skin was soft and warm. My tongue plunged into her hot cunt and I lovingly bit her labia. I sucked on her pussy for just a moment longer while Mother moaned in ecstasy. I pulled her cheeks further apart and darted my tongue teasingly into her puckered butthole. 

"Oh Russ," she panted. "I never dreamed that this would feel so good."

She sunk two fingers into her cunt and pushed against her mound applying pressure to her clit. She stuttered, "oh-oh-oh," as she manipulated her cunt. She roughly tugged on her nipple as my tongue continued to pleasure her ass. Kissing it, licking it, and sliding my tongue up and down the insides of her butt crack, finally, twirling my tongue into her anus.

"Oh my...Russ...I'm...I'm cum...cumming," she huffed.

I let her settle down from her orgasm before I worked my blunt thumb into her saturated butthole. Then I sucked a hickey on her butt cheek until she hissed a protest.

Mother pushed her butt back against my hard cock and grasped the sheets of the bed with both hands. She murmured, "Do it Baby, do it." 

I guided my cock into her dripping pussy and began thrusting as hard and as fast as I could. I dawdled her clit with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other.

Mother wasn't expecting the sudden assault on her cunt and began hissing and growling. Her pussy felt like warm wet velvet. She clutched the bed sheets with a death grip. She climaxed again shrieking, "oh, ooh, oooh!" 

Her cunt contracted around my cock like a vice. She gasped and glanced glassy-eyed at me over her shoulder as I reluctantly withdrew my throbbing cock from her cunt. She groaned, "Noooo."

My cock tapped against Mother's anus and she froze, holding her breath. I began to push the blunt head of my cock into her tight butthole. I pushed persistently past the resistance of her sphincter as she puffed and panted as pain pulsated through her interior. Slowly inch by inch I eased my throbbing cock into her butt until I was buried into it up to my balls. I paused allowing Mother to adjust to my girth and to catch her breath. 

She held on to the sheets like a drowning person holds on to a life preserver. Her knuckles were white and she shook her head and babbled, "Too big... Baby...too big."

Hoping to help mollify her I said in a soothing manner. "Mom, your ass is so tight. It feels so good. I love you and I love how good this feels."

Mother smiled weakly back at me then panted, "Pinch...pinch my...my nipples, Baby."

I reached beneath her and squeezed her breasts then I tugged on her nipples and asked, "Like that?"

She looked back at me teary-eyed and nodded. She relaxed and calmed then sank two of fingers into her soaking snatch. She groaned, "Fuck my ass, Russ. Fuck it good."

I slowly withdrew my cock until the head was ready to pop out of her ass then I drove it fully back inside her as she groaned. Again and again I repeated this slow tease of her ass. The pain must have faded and gratification taken its place because Mother started whimpering "oh" with my withdrawal and whining "aw," upon renewed penetration of my cock. 

After she grew comfortable with my cock-thrusting rhythm I felt her hand on my balls. She gently squeezed them. Fueled with lust I began to piston into her like a machine gun.

I felt Mother's two fingers inside her pussy through the walls of her innards as my cock rocketed in and out of her ass. I gasped with unexpected gratification when she wiggled her fingers tapping my cock as it drove in and out of her ass. I huffed, "Oh, Mom." 

The sudden sensation fired my passion. I picked up speed. My thrusting grew urgent and excessive. I gripped her hips pounding her ass without mercy. I growled and grunted lost in animal like lust.

Mother screeched as I pulled her up into the doggy position by her hair. Her back arched and I forced another inch of my cock into her ass. Tears ran down her face as I buried every inch of my massive member deep into her butt. 

My testicles tightened and with a final push I sank my shaft deeply into her ass. I shot streams of cum into her. Somehow she was able to reach between our legs and once again massaged my balls squeezing every drop of cum from them. I bellowed like a bull. 

After I emptied myself, I reached between Mother's legs with my cock still buried in her ass. I pushed my palm against her agitated clit. Throatily I commanded, "Cum. Cum now, Mother."

Mother's intake of breath let me know that the pressure I was applying to her clit was mixing with the stimulation my cock was giving her G-spot into the perfect storm of pleasure. Mother hung her head, a slow rumble began in the back of her throat and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. Her body shook with orgasmic release.

I pulled my softening cock out of Mother and fell on the bed beside her completely spent. I wheezed, "That was unbelievable, Mom. I love you."

She collapsed on the bed next to me clearly sore and satiated. She snuggled up to me and kissed me on the cheek, "I love you Russ. I love you like I love no other."

As we fell asleep I knew our relationship had changed forever. I knew Mother was happy and content, maybe for the first time in her life and that made me happy and content. Yes, it's pretty amazing how much people can change in a short period of time.



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Author's Note: I had an earlier version of this called "Coming Home," but a lot has changed (haha, pun) in this version. 

*

Kaylie hadn't been home in three years. At the all-girls academy she went to, most people went home for holidays or summer break, but not her. Her parents could barely afford the private school's high tuition; multiple plane trips a year was simply not going to happen.

Kaylie was eighteen now, and her parents had realized that if they didn't bring her home for Christmas this year, they might never have another chance. She was glad to see them, but she couldn't deny the nerves coursing through her. She hated flying, but the nerves in her stomach were for a different reason. A lot had changed in three years.

St. Mary's Academy was like its own little universe. For three years, she'd had to deal with catty classmates, stupid drama, and many girly tantrums, but she hadn't had to deal with her brother.

Mathew was her twin, but they looked almost nothing alike, and had personalities to match. He had dark hair and lanky limbs, while Kaylie was a dishwater blonde, and always had more curves than she would like. Kaylie always spoke her mind, but Matthew was determined to stay quite, following whatever their parents told them. That's why he'd been able to continue being home-schooled, while Kaylie'd been shipped away. It wasn't that they didn't get along, but they had absolutely nothing in common, and everything he said rubbed her the wrong way.

The weirdest thing about being away from the academy, hands down, was the men. Kaylie hadn't seen a real man in years. The academy only employed women, and she never left the academy. But here, there were men everywhere. Bumping up against her in the line through security, offering to carry her bags, smiling at her from across the room. It made her feel weird and jumpy; almost excited. One guy her age, with a scruffy beard--a beard!--and eyes as dark as night, had nearly run over her on his hurry to his gate. When he'd apologized to her, gently touching her arm, Kaylie's heart had done a little flutter.

This was why they had all-girl academies, Kaylie realized. These emotions were simply too confusing to feel on a daily basis.

She felt oddly exposed without her usual uniform. She had barely worn anything else in the last three years. Even on weekends, the academy was very strict about dress codes. Skirts and button-down shirts were the norm.

But for flying, Kaylie always preferred jeans and a t-shirt, so she'd dug out her old casual clothes. They still fit, for the most part, but she hadn't realized how much she'd changed over the last few years. Their uniforms were bought for them, made to their specific measurements. But this t-shirt that had once been baggy now fit her chest like a glove, feeling more than a little constricting. She supposed it made sense. She had gained a cup size or two in the last few years, even as the rest of her body had thinned out.

Finally, the trip was over. Finally she could join the throng of people--many of them distractedly male--trying to make their way off the plane. It seemed to take forever, and twice Kaylie caught herself being mesmerized by the profile of a handsome stranger walking past, but finally she was exiting the gate, looking around for her parents.

She spotted them at the back, in their own little circle. She hadn't noticed before how they stood out, perhaps because she'd always been a part of their circle herself. They were dressed monochromatically, though comfortably, in grey or black t-shirts and dark jeans. Her parents stood proudly behind her siblings, all of them waving. Aside from Matthew, she had two other siblings: Jenny, ten, and Rachel, four. Rachel had been a baby last time she'd seen her, so Kaylie almost didn't recognize her. 

"Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" Kaylie waved back, as she hurried over to them. "Hi guys," she said, smiling at each of her siblings in turn. Everyone had grown so much in the last three years; it brought a tightness to her throat. She had missed all of this.

The biggest shock was Matthew.

She almost didn't recognize him. He had always been short, but now he was taller than her by a good four inches, and his lanky frame had filled out considerably. When he hugged her, she was very aware of his chest pressing into her, his strong shoulders around her, and this intoxicating smell of BOY that wafted off him.

"Hi Matthew," she said breathlessly as they pulled apart. "Good to see you."

"You too," he said. His voice was deeper now, too. He almost sounded like a man.

He was looking at her, but his eyes kept darting downward, and as she pulled back, they got this distant look to them. "You look...different," he said. 

His hands were on her waist, and for a mad moment, Kaylie wanted him to move them upward--to do what, she wasn't even sure.

"Well, time to get your luggage, and pile into the car," her Dad said, and Matthew released her with a cough. She noticed his cheeks seemed very red.

They had the same minivan they'd always had, which Kaylie found oddly comforting. Just big enough for the six of them. Their parents took the front seats, of course, with Jenny in the middle with Rachel in her carseat. Kaylie and Matthew took the back. Her biggest suitcase was in the trunk, but her smaller suitcase, and the suitcase-like carry-on she'd been lugging through airports all day, were crammed into the back seat with them. She had the window seat, with Matthew pressed close beside her.

She wanted to ask him so many things, but most of them she didn't dare, not with their parents so close. When she let herself think about home, she thought of Matthew, and she always worried. He did everything their parents said, without question. Or at least, he always had. 

Kaylie had learned a lot from being away. Although St. Mary's was touted as the most conservative, the most strict, the most pious school around, the same could not be said of all its students. They whispered forbidden things, and passed around forbidden books, and Kaylie knew that the world outside St. Mary's was a very different place form the world her parents had always prepared her for.

She worried Matthew was still only aware of their parents world.

"So, how have you been?" Matthew said, shifting beside her, clearly trying to give her as much room as possible. Always the polite one, her brother.

"Good," Kaylie said, lamely. "I've missed everyone, though. It'll be nice to be home."

"Yeah," Matthew said, "we've missed you too." He smiled at her. "It's been too quiet around here recently."

Now that was an improvement. Normally her brother couldn't get enough of quiet.

"I wish you could have come with me," Kaylie said. "I mean, not to St. Mary's, obviously, but I wish we could have stayed together." It was only sort of a lie. She hadn't missed Matthew so much as what Matthew was supposed to be. Twins were supposed to have this innate connection, weren't they? Kaylie had never felt like that with Matthew. 

"Yeah, it's been weird without you." Matthew looked away from her. Kaylie knew what he must be thinking. He, perfect son that he was, had always preferred their peaceful home, had never protested being home-schooled, had always been happy with the life their parents wanted for them. Kaylie had begged for public school from the moment she learned in existed.

"Mom and Dad seem as cheerful as always," she said, aware that she was talking softer now, as if she didn't want them to be overheard.

"Yeah, they're doing fine," Matthew said.

"Hey, Kaylie?" Jenny turned around in her seat to smile excitedly at her big sister. "Tell me about your school?"

"Ok," Kaylie said. "It's this big mansion, kind of, with dorms upstairs and classrooms downstairs. There are a hundred other girls there, and we each have a roommate."

"Kinda like you and Matthew?"

"Yeah, kinda," Kaylie said, "except we have bunkbeds."

"Oooo," Jenny said, and giggled. "Momma, can I go to St. Mary's when I'm older?"

"...we'll see, honey," their mother said from the front seat. Kaylie winced. She knew her parents were not proud to have her away from home, and would probably be annoyed if they thought she was trying to convince her siblings to follow in her rebel footsteps.

"Oh, it's not really that great," Kaylie said, backpedaling. "I mean, the food isn't near as good as Mom's, and we have to do loads of work. There's so much more homework than I ever got from Mom."

"Oh," Jenny said, wrinkling her nose.

Kaylie hoped that would be the end of the discussion. "Do you have your sketchbook still? I remember you used to draw all the time."

Jenny's face lit up, and Kaylie leaned forward so she could peer over Jenny's shoulder at picture after picture in her sketchbook. She was glad for the distraction, but it was a very awkward angle, with her seatbelt cutting between her breasts.

All the sudden, she had that feeling like someone was starring at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Matthew looking directly at her, but not her face; his gaze was angled downward, and even out of the corner of her eye, Kaylie could tell that his eyes were wide.

Kaylie turned to look at him, and Matthew shifted away, crossing his legs away from her, as if he was trying to keep himself as far from her as possible. His cheeks were beet red. He was so close to the suitcase, she could see its corner biting into his side.

"You don't need to give me so much room," she said, and scooted herself closer to the window. "See? Lots of room."

Matthew relaxed slightly, but didn't move to fill the space between them. Kaylie rolled her eyes. Always so focused on being polite.

"Don't be shy," she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to her side. He leaned into her reluctantly, his arm stiffening when it touched her chest. 

"I'm not," he said, still not looking at her. "It's fine." He tried to pull away from her, but Kaylie was determined to snap him out of whatever weird holdup he had.

"Come on, just scoot over," she said. She reached around him to get a good hold on his hip, and she could feel something hard pressing into her arm, some keys or something in his pocket. Matthew let out a little yelp.

"Let go of me," he snapped. In shock, Kaylie did. She'd never heard him talk like that before, to anyone. Her quiet, meek brother, actually showing that he was annoyed by something?

"Sorry," Kaylie said, the shock giving way to anger now. "But you don't have to act like I'm diseased or something."

"I'm not," Matthew said. He'd retreated completely to his side, as far as he could get form her, half turned away. He wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Whatever," Kaylie huffed. "More room for me, then." She made a big show of stretching her arms out, and she could see Matthew glance her way as he tried to avoid her. Again, it seemed like he was looking at her torso, not her face, but he probably just didn't want to meet her eyes.

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The house was exactly as she remembered it. It was a simple old farm house on a simply patch of private land, and nothing had changed, from the faded yellow paint down to the sound of chickens in the air.

Her dad and Matthew dragged her suitcases upstairs, while Kaylie helped her mom start on dinner. Jenny took care of Rachel. It gave Kaylie a weird sense of déjà vu, watching her little sister take care of someone the way Kaylie had once taken care of her.

Dinner was equal parts awkward and wonderful, depending on the topic. Mostly they talked about the house, the land, the things that had not changed. Occasionally St. Mary's would come up, but her father's face always got this pinched look to it, so Kaylie tried to avoid the subject. 

"Well, that was delicious," her dad said, as they were cleaning their plates. "I bet our Kaylie is bushed. You want to get ready for bed, pumpkin?"

They'd spent so much time talking that it was nearly 9:00, but Kaylie knew there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep any time soon. Still, it would be nice to have some time alone in her room.

"Sure, sounds good, Dad."

"I put a towel and a fresh new robe out for you in the bathroom," her mom said. "I know you like your before-bed showers."

The only bathroom in the house was downstairs, so Kaylie went to shower first. It was wonderful to feel all the travel grime melting away, and she spent a long time in there, just enjoying the warm water.

Kaylie went upstairs finally, navigating the familiar hallway deftly, as if no time had gone by. Funny how nothing seemed to change.

Regretfully, Kaylie realized, the corner room had also not changed.

She hadn't given much thought to her room in a long time. It was simple, without much adornment, since neither she nor Matthew had ever been allowed to hang posters on the walls (Matthew had never wanted to, of course). But she'd forgotten about the bed.

They'd shared a modest queen bed since they'd first moved into the corner room, but for some reason, Kaylie had expected two beds, now that they were older. Of course, her parents probably would have considered that an unneeded expense, with only one of their older children at home.

Matthew was stretched out along it, a book in his hands. He had changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a white tank top.

"Hey," Matthew said when she came in.

"Hey," Kaylie said, very aware that she was naked but for a very thin robe.

"Everything ok?" Matthew said, looking up from his book to look at her. His eyes widened, and his cheeks went pink. 

"Uh, yeah. I just...sort of thought there would be two beds."

"Why?" Matthew said, distantly. He was taking her all in. He'd gone stiff when he looked at her, and his eyes were traveling up and down her body, lingering in some places. She could see his throat contract as he swallowed.

Kaylie could feel herself blushing, but she didn't even know why. How much did her brother even know about...stuff? They'd lived a sheltered life, sure, but their parents must have explained..something.

"It's just...kinda weird, isn't it? Us sharing a bed?"

Matthew turned on his side suddenly, crossing his legs away from her, just like he'd done in the car. "I guess," he said, trying not to look at her now.

"Um, well, I need to change," Kaylie said.

"Ok," Matthew said, standing bolt upright. "I'm gonna, um, go say goodnight to Mom and Dad."

"Ok." Kaylie watch her brother hurry out of the room, all the while keeping himself turned slightly away from her, so she couldn't see his front. She remembered the hard thing she'd felt in his pocket earlier. Was it possible her brother was actually get turned on by her?

The thought should have disgusted her, but Kaylie felt the oddest stirring of something like excitement.

She changed into her pajamas; pink sweat-shorts and a white t-shirt. The shirt, like the one she'd worn all day, was still too tight for her new frame, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. She hadn't brought her St. Mary's pajamas with her, since they were for much colder weather. She made a mental note to go shopping tomorrow, and find some clothing that fit.

At least the t-shirt would go over her chest, unlike the shirts she'd left here. It made her feel oddly exposed, especially without a bra, since her nipples were clearly visible through the tight fabric. But it was only for one night.

There was a soft knock on her door, just as Kaylie finished changing.

"Come in?"

Matthew opened the door cautiously, not looking at her. "Are you done?" he said.

"Yeah, I'm decent. Come on in!"

Kaylie had her suitcase open on the bed, and was transferring her clothes from the suitcase to her empty dresser. When Matthew came in, his eyes went to her chest immediately, and this time Kaylie was watching for it.

He stood there, stock still, as he studied her. His mouth was open slightly, taking in the swell of her chest as she bent over the suitcase. Kaylie found she liked the feel of his gaze, and she could feel her nipples responding, going hard and even more prominent through the soft t-shirt material.

"You ok?" she said, leaning further forward so he could actually see a little cleavage at the top of her shirt. He just sputtered, and she grabbed another shirt and moved it to the dresser, pretending not to see as Matthew shifted and pulled at the sides of his sweatpants, trying to adjust them. She could plainly see the bulge starting to form there.

"I'm almost done here. Help me move the suitcase?"

Matthew nodded, and approached her, woodenly. He helped her lift the suitcase down, never taking his eyes off of her chest. It made it easy for Kaylie to watch the tent forming in his pants, out of the corner of her eye. She didn't have much first-hand experience, but he looked pretty big under there.

"Ready for bed?" she said, pulling back the covers. She leaned over to grab her book from the floor, giving Matthew time to appreciate her rear. A little moan escaped him. God, what was she doing? Surely it was very wrong for her to be teasing her own brother like this, but it felt so good.

"Yeah, bed," Matthew said, his voice almost a squeak. He coughed, and she could hear him shuffling over to the light switch, and then it went dark. Kaylie didn't need light to climb into her bed; even with the three years apart, she still knew this room even with her eyes closed.

She settled into the bed, and listened to Matthew climbing into his side. She could hear how fast he was breathing, and now that the lights were out, it felt like anything could happen.

They just lay there for a while. Kaylie was still, but Matthew kept moving, clearly uncomfortable. With each movement from her brother, Kaylie thought more about what she'd just done, but instead of shame she only felt more excited. Her nipples ached, and slowly, carefully, she moved a hand up to caress them through her shirt.

It felt so good to rub them, but it seemed to only build the tension inside of her, not release it. Kaylie didn't have much experience with this type of thing. They'd been told the basics of reproduction at St. Mary's, but it was the after-dark conversations with her classmates that had really taught her about what sex was. That it could be pleasurable and magic, all on its own, even without marriage and the need for children. 

Some of the girls admitted to experimenting on their own, and once she'd heard strange sounds from her roommate, late at night, when she thought Kaylie was sleeping. But Kaylie had never tried such things herself. It intrigued her, but it still felt too foreign, too dangerous.

Now, she wished she knew how to stop all the feelings coursing through her body. She was wet between her legs, she could tell, but she didn't dare explore that area further.

Matthew shifted again, and Kaylie peered over at him. He was lying on his back now, and the bed sheets were tenting up around the bulge in his pants. It looked bigger than before. She couldn't see clearly in the dark, but it looked like his face was twisted in concentration.

"Can't sleep?" she said, surprised at her own daring.

Matthew started, but didn't turn away this time. He didn't look at her, though. "No. I'm trying to...relax."

"Is it working?" Kaylie touched his shoulder gently, lying on her stomach now. He flinched at her touch, letting out a strained moan, and she could have sworn the tent grew.

"No. I..." he said in a strained voice, a hint of embarrassment coloring his words. "I don't really know what's going on."

"Really?" Kaylie said, only a little surprised. "You've never...had trouble sleeping before?"

"No, well, not like this."

She could tell how confused he was. How someone made it to 18, especially a boy, without experimenting a little, she had no idea. Not that she was really one to talk.




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"Tell me what's wrong," she said, rubbing his shoulder again. "I'm your sister. We're supposed to be close. Tell me."

He turned over then, so he could look at her. She could feel the heat radiating off of him. His eyes shown in the dull light from the stars outside their window.

"When I look at you," he said, "something happens. I mean, I know what happens, but it shouldn't happen."

"I know," Kaylie said, turning on her side as well. Under the covers, where she knew he couldn't see her, she pinched her hard nipples. "I feel it, too."

"Really?"

Kaylie pinched her nipples harder, her own breathing jagged. "The girls at school told me something, about how to handle feelings like this. We could try it...or we could try to fall asleep."

"Let's try your way."

Steeling her nerves, Kaylie pulled the blanket off them, so they could see each other in the starlight. The bulge in her brother's pants was huge, and the way they were lying, facing each other on their sides, the tip was just a few inches away from her. 

"I'll need to touch you," she said, watching Matthew as he watched her hands, working away at her nipples still. "And you'll have to touch me."

"Ok." 

She reached out to the bulge in his pants, and started gently rubbing it, clumsily at first, but then with more surety, as he began to moan. She moved his hands to that area between her legs,that felt so wet, and he rubbed her through her shorts.

It only took him a second to get the pattern, and then he moved closer to her. His other hand came to give attention to her breasts, kneading and pinching them in turn.

She worked her hand up and down his bulge, his heavy breathing in her ear. His moans started out small, but grew louder, until he had to muffle them with a pillow. 

"Kaylie, oh God," he said suddenly, at he began to convulse, a great wetness spreading across his pants as his bulge deflated. His hands went limp, but Kaylie didn't have time to marvel at him taking the Lord's name in vain, because his hands picked up again, pressing and rubbing the folds between her legs.

She pressed against him, her face buried in the soft curve of his neck. As the waves of pleasure intensified, she found herself nibbling his soft skin, almost biting when the pleasure came the strongest. She was vaguely aware of his hands on her butt, running gentle circles through the fabric.

All at once, his hands quickened in just the right spot, and a wave of pleasure rose to engulf her. A strange sensation of release and fire coursed through her, exhausting her as it burned its way up her body. For a moment, she couldn't even remember how to breathe. She lay limp in his arms, breathing in time with him.



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Changed and tempted Chapt. 1

Very slowly, I began to open my eyes; there was a blurred image of a man, standing beside me - beside my bed. I could see he looked like a surgeon, green scrubs and a mask, touching me, squeezing my breasts. My Breasts? 

Still woozy, I thought, Hang on a minute - I Have Breasts! 

Two nurses were beside me, checking me over, commenting on how well the surgery was healing. My arms were full of tubes and leads, snaking to various machines.

"Amazing, all those hormones and she has kept penile function!" I heard, whilst I felt someone touching my cock, well at least I still have that! The nurse fondled me and I felt myself responding, making me harder still. But if I still had a cock, and breasts that makes me - a Shemale!

I remember now, I had been coerced into carrying drugs in my car but they had been stolen after I had left the ferry. I had stopped at a service station, as ordered, to use a landline to phone the boss, how anyone had discovered where they were hidden, I don't know. 

I had agreed to a 'surgical procedure' as an alternative to being fed to a herd of pigs. 

Just then my knees were pulled up, I felt something inside me, up my ass, NO; I have never wanted anything put up there! 

The feeling intensified as it was pushed in, despite my thoughts, it seemed to send waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel something nice inside me, pressing, sending more and more sensation through me, I liked the feeling as it increased.

I could feel my body responding, my hips rocking, I moved faster and faster as it delved deeper and deeper, and despite being upset, I could feel a tingling within. An inner glow and then more waves of sensation, which built up, until, after a few minutes of the most amazing ass stimulation, I came. 

I felt a big spurt of semen, shooting, to splash hotly over me, another spurt then my cock fell and dribbled over my belly, wetly.

My breasts, belly and thigh were covered in my cum, I felt so degraded having been publicly masturbated with them all watching, like some sort of voyeurs seeing me shoot all over myself. 

The surgeon said, 

"We completed the request for you to be more female, John or should I say Jenny'. He smiled, 'I've given you large breasts but still retained your working penis.'

"And Jenny, as you're almost broke; the boss said your ass will be for rent and filmed for broadcast on the net!"

"You'll have to work your ass off to repay what you owe," he laughed at his own joke.

I was roughly pulled to my feet, they held my arms as in order to support me as I was walked through the whole building naked. My sore breasts felt heavy and my cock wagged side to side as I was walked past several people by the giggling nurses. 

I was eventually put in a bedroom and went for a shower, in an open wet room; one wall had a large, two way mirror.

The only advantage of the mirror was that I was able to fully grasp what had changed. From my head down, nearly everything had been altered, my hair was dyed blonde, eyebrows plucked and shaped, lips made fuller. My nose and cheeks had been altered to make them look softer, more female but the result was very attractive, I could almost forget it was me.

I now had a pair of beautiful but hard, breasts - I estimated I must have at least a D cup now. Holding each, I gently caressed them, amazed at how lifelike they felt - and they acted as such, the nipples hardening to my touch. They looked and felt completely natural and there were very few scars, I had been kept under sedation for quite a while it seems.

Stimulating my nipples and admiring my figure I felt I was really a girl now, though my cock pointed back at me in the mirror. I was pleased to see it hadn't been altered, around 7 inches and quite thick. 

Even hairless it looked out of place on an otherwise smooth and very feminine body. I stroked my burgeoning cock gently whilst with my left hand caressed my breasts. 

I turned, noticing a larger, rounded but very pert bum and narrow waist, I probed around my body trying to see where they had surgically altered me but the painkillers were wearing off and there were still some painful areas.

Bending down near the large mirror, I examined my asshole. It was the first time I had taken an interest it but the surgeon's remark and the stimulation I had felt earlier made me think it wouldn't be the only time it would be invaded. 

As I felt so sore I virtually collapsed onto the toilet to pee and it felt so right to sit, with my new female shape.

In the shower, which was kept just warm, presumably so the mirror didn't steam up, I washed my hair first, then teased my new nipples and fingering my ass pussy. Wet fingers gave my ass new and interesting sensations, I could watch myself rubbing my tits in the mirror. 

Just by teasing myself, I made my cock twitch and rise, staring at this gorgeous blonde in the shower, firm breasts cupped in her hand, fingers in her own ass pussy, my dick rose firm and hard. The gentle stroke was soon into a rhythm that grew in intensity and vigour. I stood proudly displaying my body in the mirror jerking off and fingering my sensitive pussy, faster and faster I moved until I came over the floor of the shower. My knees shook and trembled as I shot spurt after spurt in tribute to the gorgeous vision I could see reflected, the hot juice splashing over the wet surface.

Dried and back in my room, I lay on the bed, eventually falling asleep

I awoke, fighting, as the surgeon fondled my body, he said,

"Don't fight me, this injection will make you much more compliant."

I soon felt very horny, I realised now as I fully awoke, that the surgeon had stripped naked and now I was mad for sex. I loved his muscled torso, his cock jutting out, so obviously aroused over my beautiful body. 

Slowly I began to suck, swirling my tongue around his dick, it hardened and filled my mouth more and more, rocking my head faster and faster. I wanted to suck it, every moan he made me want to suck him more, made me suck him that bit faster and deeper. 

I was thrilled as he fucked my face, faster, deeper, ramming in and out of my willing lips, I never knew I could bring myself to suck a guy off let alone enjoy it.

When he withdrew, I groaned unfulfilled, he smiled and stood over me, pushing me onto my side; he stood and pushed his swollen dick into the cleft of my ass. 

Soon my ass pussy was accepting his swollen cock, although reluctantly, painfully at first, the pleasure soon over came the pain. My pussy was stretched and stimulated by his fucking. I felt filled with desire, and cock, in a totally new sensation. It pleased me to know I could give myself, much as a woman might, and give someone else so much pleasure. 

He pulled out of my pussy moving up towards my face.

"Open your mouth, slut!" he said. 

Eagerly and willingly I did so, ready to receive his spurting load. 

The first shot went straight to the back of my throat, he pulled out and shot the second over my face. His cock was forced into my mouth again and I sucked as further spasms came, jetting onto my tongue. 

I knelt and sucked every last drop and savoured the taste, even though I was tasting my pussy as well. I begged,

"Please let me cum!"

"Please fuck me, fuck me, till I cum."

I should have felt disgusted with myself but I didn't, I just felt solidly horny. I'm sure I've been filmed in this abused state and yet, somehow, I wanted to debase myself more. 

I saw reflection in the mirror, a Shemale, kneeling, sucking dick and begging to be fucked, wanting cum to pour into me. 

It's amazing how quickly you get used to living your life being watched. I knew my every action was being watched but I didn't actually have anything to do - beside admire myself in the mirror. 

It took a lot of get used to using the toilet knowing a camera was placed there for toilet loving patrons, the feeling made me hard just to think of it and sometimes when sitting on the toilet, I pissed in a high glistening arc, my urine splashing on the floor! Then of course I had to clean it up, bending gracefully to show off my pert bum and shapely legs to the ever present camera.

On a daily basis the surgeon gave me more drugs and hormones, of course I eagerly awaited the horny feelings and new pleasures I could derive from them. Once he injected me deep into my breasts, I felt fluid squeezed into my flesh, I had no idea what it would do, they certainly were sensitive enough.

Later he returned and massaged and squeezed my tits hard, I looked on as clear liquid slowly oozed from my nipples and trickled down my breasts. After a while the fluid changed to more of a white substance - milk!

"Wow" I said amazed, "They're real."

"Your breasts are natural, simply enhanced," he said. "With the hormones in you now, your body acts like a woman who's just given birth, so obviously you will produce milk."

Another injection went into my ass, that really hurt,

"That will keep you horny for a long while," he said.

"You're going to be rented out now, so you can repay the boss."

I was put into a car for the ride to my first 'rental' job. I was wearing a maid's uniform, black thigh high stockings and high heeled shoes, the low cut top would show a mass of cleavage and the short skirt just not quite long enough to hide the stocking tops and perilously close to exposing my cock.

At the venue, a large residence in a town square, four men were having dinner. An attractive young brunette was already on her knees servicing a diner below the table.

Walking round to face another diner, by his place name, a Mr Gregory, she dropped to her knees and pulled out his cock, within seconds she was giving head. I just stood, and watched. 

He started gently squeezing at my breast until small trickles of milk dripped from my nipples. I felt a beautiful tingling sensation, then took over from his hand and squeezed, holding my breast to his mouth. He opened it to suck and I expressed milk into it, massaging my breasts as he suckled on me more and more. 

I fondled my stiff cock, gently stroking and fingering my pussy. The brunette soon felt him shoot into her mouth and swallowing she swung around to suck on my cock pushing me towards an intense orgasm. She jerked me off until, thrusting my hips forward, I shot white strings of cum all over her face.

Mr Gregory was apparently taken with my beauty and breast milk, so I was rented out to him at great expense for a long term. I arrived at his large rambling house situated in very large grounds. I wondered just what I was in for, would I be ill treated?

By Spitz Harder

Changed and tempted Chapt. 2

Mr Gregory welcomed me at the door; as ordered, I was a Shemale, dressed in nothing but high heels and a blue silk dress. The dress was strapless and gathered tightly by three loops across each of my breasts, these were held captive by a long pin threaded through them.

"Lucy," called Mr Gregory; a slim, tanned, Thai Shemale appeared at the head of a sweeping staircase. She was stark naked and moved with an easy grace to descend the stairs. Her small breasts were conical and pert, topped with brown nipples. 

Her lithe body smooth and supple, with there, between her legs, swung a small but perfect cock.

I could feel mine hardening as I gazed upon her, she was exquisite, reaching the ground floor she almost glided to where I stood, lost in her beauty. 

Mr Gregory reached out toward me and pulled the long pin free from the loops of my dress. The smooth silk didn't make a sound as it slid down my body, revealing firstly my full breasts, neat flat tummy then making a detour over my hardening cock on its way to fall around my high heels. 

The master did the introductions, "Lucy this is Jenny - Jenny meet Lucy."

She gazed at me appraisingly, noting my large breasts and she could not miss my cock looking straight at her.

"I can see you both approve of each other," said the Master. 

I looked again at her cock which was slowly becoming engorged whilst she looked me over. 

"You should greet each other properly," he smiled. 

We closed for a hug, our breasts squashing together and cocks tangling, I kissed her sweet lips and thought she was the most wonderful girl ever. She responded to my kiss with fervour, though I could think only of our cocks nudging each other and pushed gently against her. She pushed back, rubbing her dick up my tummy. Mine had slipped under her balls and a momentary further press had me nudging towards her ass pussy.

"You can't stand all day kissing," said Mr G. laughing, "As much as I love to watch you." 

"Please take look around the grounds."

We both put on broad white 'picture' hats to protect our naked bodies from the hot sun and walked out into a large garden. The abundance of flowers and dark green foliage were a pleasant change from my recent surroundings, as we walked cobbled pathways. Breasts and dicks were bobbing gently as we made our way to a sheltered seat. 

Here Mr G. sat and indicated I should feed him his breast milk, I duly complied and noticed Lucy gazing upon the spurts of milk I was producing. He sucked each nipple in turn noisily, slurping the creamy milk I fed to him. 

"Here Lucy try it," he said, she sat and reached for a breast, kneading and stroking to encourage the flow as she suckled from me. She looked up shyly, 

"Thank you" she said, "I wish I could return the favour." 

I looked down to her lap and said, 

"Perhaps at some time you could," She laughed delightedly, a lovely natural sound that made me want to kiss her again.

The days passed with warm sunshine and walks with Mr G. and occasionally Lucy would take his dick in her mouth as he fed from my breasts, in a warm and loving way.

Mr G. had said he wanted to film Lucy and me together with hidden cameras, for his own pleasure and to watch us day to day as we fondled and stroked each other. I was used to performing for the cameras but it made Lucy a little nervous, although he had filmed her before. 

At night Lucy and I would cuddle up and kiss and stroke each others body. I told her just how much I loved her and she said the same, kissing my full breasts and tasting me a few drops at a time. I responded by holding her soft dick and bringing it up to full hardness. I kissed her breasts and concentrated on her nipples, bringing those brown nubs to full erection also. 

Kissing her belly I worked my way to her belly button and licked and kissed it, only to head further south over the slight swell of her pubis to be stopped by the rigid pole of her sex. I covered it in kisses as I worked up the smooth organ of my desire to gently lick the glans and the tip of her weapon. Gently sliding my lips over her cock I lightly sucked and gently manipulated it, bringing forth a sigh of contentment. 

My ministrations continued and I felt her body pushing forward seeking further stimulation, I swiftly obliged and pushed my mouth further down on her member, sucking on it as I drew back up. This continued and I increased the pressure and speed of my sucking as she responded to the sensations flowing through her. Before long she was bucking her hips under me pushing her gorgeous dick harder into my mouth and I increased the suction as her dick slipped away from me, to hold her between my lips to prevent her sliding fully out. 

She grabbed my head and rhythmically ground her cock as far as she could into my throat, fucking it for all she was worth. I sucked as hard as I could on that slippery organ, careful not to let my teeth hit her delicate glans as she jerked harder, stopping me from breathing properly as her cock jammed into my airway. 

A shudder and she released her pent up load, I felt a spurt hit my tonsils; she pulled me harder towards her and violently pushed her cock as far as it would go down my throat, spurting her seed again and again. I pushed her back slightly to catch my breath and she released her grip a little, allowing me to finally taste her cum. 

The liquid nectar rolled over my tongue and was so sweet I couldn't get enough of it, I teased out more with my tongue. She lay back relaxed and I gently sucked the last precious drops from her lovingly.

We lay cuddling for a long while and I thanked her for her delicious present, she giggled delightedly and reached for my breast to suckle at it. After a while she teased some milk from my engorged nipple and using her finger traced it all around the groove of her penis. 

I moved down her body to lick my taste from her, conscious of the heightened sensitivity of her dick, only to make it twitch and jump, so sensitive was it still. 

A long sensuous kiss and we fell asleep contentedly. 

Mr G. had confided that the films he had of us were just what he wanted, although he really thought that by now we would be making love. He was not upset, as his films were of a blossoming love rather than the out and out fucking seen in porn films. 

Although it would appear he lived in hope, as did I!

One day there were other people in the garden, two Chinese women gardeners. They were beautiful, it seems Mr G. only liked to have pretty girls around. I caught the eye of one of them, Mai ling, as she looked directly at my naked body under lowered eyelids. 

Lucy said she had heard Mai ling was always open to new experiences. We talked to her for a while whilst she worked among the flowers. She confessed she loved to be fucked in the ass but her boyfriends had thought it weird.

After her companion had left for the day, Lucy and I sat naked on the garden seat in the shade. We encouraged the Chinese beauty to strip and do the same, we could act for the surrounding cameras but Mai ling wouldn't co-operate if she was aware of them.  

I told Mr G. of our plan and he would discretely stand out of sight but with as good view as the four cameras arranged around the seat. We would often sit there, Mai ling would carefully sit on my cock and ease it into her ass, I pressed up into her. 

We then started to slide repeatedly; I was relishing her tight sphincter clutching my cock as I worked us both to orgasm. Lucy would stand to one side of us stroking her dick and fondling Mai ling's tits, not just for the sake of the cameras. 

My efforts to push up into Mai ling led to me to standing, holding her with my hands under her ass, impaled upon my dick. Fucking us both to orgasm soon had my legs trembling and made Mai ling quiver on my cock, her tight ass was squeezing my shaft bringing me to a body shuddering orgasmic release. 

Both of us fell back to the seat, she came down hard on my dick and cum was pushed out past my cock as I was pushed further into her, still spurting weakly from depleted balls. 

Usually after I had cum she would ease off me, placing her hands on my knees and we all had a lovely view of her rounded ass cheeks with her partly open asshole oozing my spent load. I leaned forward and tenderly licked and sucked at her ass until she wriggled with pleasure. 

I stuck my tongue right up inside her sensitive ring, licking and sucking whilst she ground her lovely bum down onto my face. I had to put a finger into her cleft just so I could breathe but thrust further into her, the tip of my tongue questing the nerve endings that would send her quivering into an orgasm, her whole body shaking and falling onto my face. Her asshole was rhythmically opening and closing over my straining tongue as I sucked at her. 

Drips fell from her pussy onto my chin, so I moved to I lick them from her, teasing her clit and generally getting her wetter by the minute as she pushed harder onto my tongue and held my head to fuck my face with her pussy. I continued to bring her to a clitoral orgasm, where she quivered and shook, sometimes spurting over me in ecstasy.




Changed and Tempted



Lucy had confided to me that she had the misfortune to be raped by a neighbour; this had put her off anal sex for good. She started to take hormone pills to change her body from something he liked to the more female form that she wanted. I loved this beautiful T girl but it seems unlikely it will be consummated.

She talked about how gentle I was with Mai ling and how if the Chinese girl could like it in her ass perhaps one day the same could be said for herself.

We would often lie in bed together kissing and fondling but I promised I wouldn't take advantage of her.

One day she had licked and sucked at my cock and covered my shaft with her saliva, she then turned her back to me and bent her legs presenting her cute ass to me. 

"Do you really want to do this," I asked, "You don't have to you know."

She merely pushed back until my hard dick found the cleft of her bum; it nosed forward like a questing hound, one eye on its goal.

Lucy felt the tip press into her secret tender pucker, I then slowly eased my saliva slicked cock into her tight sphincter, she moaned, clutching at the pillow under her. 

I let up on the pressure, allowing just the tip of my dick to remain in her. After a short rest I pressed in a little more, the taper of my cock head widening her anus a little further until the groove in my glans allowed her a brief respite. We waited there for a while, she panting, me stroking her hair and kissing her cheek. 

I pressed on just a few millimetres at a time, the thick cock shaft pushing back against the tight ring of muscle that was her asshole. She said she felt like she'd been split in two, I whispered, 

"I hope that might have been the worst of it, I'll go slowly, you're so tense," I said softly into her ear.

The feeling was unlike any I had ever experienced. Her tender insides clutched my dick with everything she had; I was steadily, slowly skewering her but wanting to be gentle. 

Finally our bodies met, my small balls touched against hers, I said, 

"Your ass is so soft it's just wonderful darling, it's a wonder I haven't cum already." 

I flexed my cock inside her, 

"Please try to relax."

She gripped my pole even tighter her sphincter reacting to the word pain. I fondled her tits and rolled my thumbs around her engorged nipples squeezing them to occupy her mind while the pain passed. 

Lucy whimpered, mumbling,

"Perhaps it was a mistake to try." 

I kissed her neck, her lips, anything to distract her

I carefully started to withdraw my cock, the inches slipped from her ass pussy. I pulled out until only the head was left inside her but she humped back towards me gently, pushing herself back onto my rigid shaft.

Joy of joys, she wanted our love to continue.

Her muscles squeezed my shaft as she pressed in the walls of her rectum; I lay unmoving while she literally came to grips with our situation. 

As my length slid back in, the friction I encountered was like fireworks of pleasure for me all going off all at once. Regardless of my pleasure, I tried to stay gentle with her.

I eased back out slightly, and then started a sequence of slow, sliding, thrusts into her. 

I could tell Lucy's pain had started to dull, she said, 

"There's this feeling of tingling, radiating from deep inside me. My pain feels like its turning into something else, a new kind of pleasure."

"I'm so glad my darling, concentrate only on that." 

I started to fuck her a little harder, this was the first time I had screwed a Shemale. Deflowering her sweet bottom, having my cock buried inside her gave me a new feeling of being in control; I groped her young body, easing my entire length into her.

"It isn't so bad now, is it? You're doing such a good job, darling, if you want I'll go a little faster now." 

My cock still buried deep inside, I pulled myself up off her body and lifted her by the hips. We started fucking doggy style, so I could line up my thrusts more easily. Lucy's hips rocked back into me, she was enjoying it. I whispered, 

"Darling, you're so beautiful, I love you."

My thrusts were deliberately gentle, I was hoping to teach her pussy how good it can feel if love was involved. 

"You feel so good, no wonder I love you." 

My orgasmic build up increased; I threw more weight behind a deep stroke and moaned, she felt more slippery now. I allowed her to sink back toward the bed, the sheets stimulating her cock adding to her pleasure.

"Take me like a woman," said Lucy, "Fuck me, darling one." 

She was putting more energy into her sweet ass movements, she took every inch of me, her lovely cock was now rubbing hard against the sheet.

I drove my length into her, I pushed her head into the bed, my tits flattening into her back. Lucy, for her part, humped her smooth, tanned, peachy ass back at me. She must have felt like her ring was on fire but the pleasure deep inside was undeniable and she needed more. 

My thrusts became increasingly desperate, my orgasm mounting, I breathed, 

"Oh God! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum in your gorgeous ass!"

Lucy's ass muscles clamped spasmodically around my dick, she was sweating but then so was I. 

She voiced her pleasure in groans, as I buried myself inside her and let out a loud, primal cry of pleasure. Lucy grasped the sheets, moaning, she felt her own hard cock start to spew against the bed sheet. 

"Oh I'm cumming," she cried.

My back arched, I thrust extra hard, really deep inside of her and then my dick pulsed and it seemed to explode. I spewed thick gobbets of cum deep into her, thrusting up higher than ever before, squashing her beneath me as I strained to lodge my cock ever deeper. I was pulling her whole body down, forcing it onto my throbbing cock as I shot my load.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock had filled her insides until cum leaked past my softening member and the tight sentinel of her anus. 

"That was so damn good, I have never had sex to rival that ever before," I panted.

Lucy had a satisfied smile on her lips. I reached around her, she was just recovering from her orgasm, I found the sheet under her covered in cum. I gave her cock a gentle stroke, 

"You shot your load, too, let me lick you clean." 

She rolled toward me, her pretty cock flopped over her thigh, and lay leaking its last drops down her tanned skin. I leant and gently licked and sucked her tender dick, it twitched at my ministrations and dribbled a little more cum onto my tongue. I slowly massaged her balls to coax more sweet honey from them but they had given their all, as had she.

I lay beside her afterward, kissing and whispered loving things to her, then got up from the bed. 

Lucy watched as I left the room, her ass must have been sore but not like it was in the past, it was a pleasant soreness borne of love. 

I was grinning from ear to ear when I returned to the bedroom, Lucy watched as my cock swung between my legs. I put down the bottle of wine and two glasses and kissed her, 

"Here's to us," I said and we both drank to that toast. 

By Spitz Harder

Changed and tempted Chapt. 3

Lucy, a slim, tanned, Thai Shemale, was working on the evening meal that night and I was laying table for our Master, Mr Gregory. 

"Good evening Jenny," he said from the doorway. 

I turned and hugged him; his head as usual was laid on my breast, he loved to suckle from me but I was clothed at this time of night. Lucy and I always dressed for dinner, one reason was that the house cleaners arrived at eight o'clock. 

Mr G. had hidden cameras to film Lucy and I, so I was not surprised when he said,

"I'm so glad you two were able to consummate your love." 

I kept quiet knowing more was to follow. 

"You do realise that I want to film, in close up, your intimate moments." 

I nodded, this was inevitable, he did pay a lot for me and kept us in luxury for this reason. He continued,

"I have ordered a sculpture for the garden and will have it sited so the afternoon sun will illuminate the culmination of your love."

A couple of days later, after a morning spent sun bathing, Lucy and I went towards our usual garden seat and stopped at the new sculpture. It rose from the left at a 40 degree angle to curl upward, back on itself and stop. The curl section was split into a deep 'V' cleft, facing it was a wave like structure that curled towards the cleft and flowed back down to the ground.

We stood and admired the bright white concrete shape, I kissed Lucy and manoeuvred her to stand between the 'V' shapes and leant her backwards through the cleft to lie head down on the smooth concrete angled surface. 

I kissed her lovely rounded breasts and soon brought her nubs of nipples erect, sliding, kissing I travelled down her belly to kiss her thighs which were now resting in the upward curve. I kissed her and pulled her gently towards me and her bum fitted the curve nicely and the upward curl supported her legs as she bent them back toward her breasts. 

This left her legs wide apart and presented her sweet ass pussy to me and, I now saw, a row of cameras built into the front of the wave like sculpture. I continued kissing her upper thigh and then over her belly to reach the other thigh. I made my way towards her hardening cock and kissed and lightly nipped it with my teeth.

Taking the head into my mouth I teased it mercilessly with my tongue before kissing underneath it to work my way down her perineum to the soft peach of her ass. I ran my fingers in patterns over her smooth skin around each cheek and then back like swirling water towards her cleft and the starfish of her anus. From the corner of my eye a camera had projected from the 'wave' to peer closely at the centre of my attention and recorded my every move.

Taking over from my fingers was my tongue moving in a circular way around her puckered asshole. I gently probed this hidden gem and rolled my tongue into a tube to spit directly on it and to push inquisitively at the tight defender of her newly broken virginity. 

I pushed harder and with plenty of saliva slipped my tongue into her body, the little minx had prepared the way with a lemon scented oil, she had planned this tryst as well as I had. I slipped a finger in to widen the small entrance further and with gentle manipulation added another finger at a time to ease my way in. 

It was time to press the tip of my cock in, meeting a resistance, gentle pressure allowed ingress of my glans and I rested there allowing some respite for her. The feeling for me was exquisite, my love had opened up quite naturally to me and I pressed in further to gain a deeper objective. 

She sighed and adjusted herself slightly and I continued pushing into that soft warm tunnel that gripped me so lovingly. I kissed her lips, her eyes and slowly caressed her dick as it lay now across her belly I wanted this to be a loving memory for her though I felt I was deceiving her with Mr G. and his cameras.

I increased momentum and slid to and fro within the walls of her anus, hoping to bring a tingling sensation and pleasure to my lover. I stepped up the pace and her hips rose to meet me; we were one, like a well oiled machine (perhaps thanks to her lemon oil). 

We now mated with vigour and she was leading the tempo with her thrusts, her hard little pubic bone and soft cock bashing my belly as she sought greater orgasmic heights. I thrust deeper and held her shoulders pulling her down onto me, delving even deeper into the heart of her. 

I stepped up the tempo and thrust harder, wanting more sensation from this gorgeous T girl.

Until shuddering I came, a great spurt of cum leapt from my cock to lodge high in the soft seat of our love. I quickly withdrew and spurted a couple of times over her open ass pussy and dick, my cock wagging as it came indiscriminately. Her open ass glistened with my love juice, as it oozed from its hiding place to slowly move down her cleft to drip and anoint the sculpture.

I licked her dick and gathered the love juice I had deposited there. Working my way down to lap gently at her still open asshole, I kissed and sucked my cum from it, then continued down her cleft drying her completely. I returned to her anus where her sphincter had won its battle to return to its starfish shape, I bent to kiss the guardian to the centre of my love. 

She wriggled deliciously and grabbed my head to guide it toward her now rising dick, I needed no encouragement to kiss and lick her tool to its greatest proportions. 

A drop of pre cum was gleaming in the sunlight at its tip, as I and the ever present camera looked upon it. 

Tongue extended I slowly licked the precious jewel from her, she tasted so sweet, I squeezed her shaft from base to tip to extract another taste of paradise and another drop crested at the tip. I moaned as I sucked on it to savour it on my tongue. 

She had started now to work her dick herself; impatient with my treats, jerking her tool and sliding it between my lips so I could suck on it. 

I increased my sucking as she increased her masturbation; she was pushing her cock far into my mouth by now and was pushing hard against my tongue when, with a lunge, she suddenly came in a huge spurt. 

Her creamy cum was fantastic as it jetted hard inside my cheeks, coating my mouth and allowing me to taste every drop of her. I swallowed it eagerly so I could suck her dry and relish the flavour of her love for me. We lay beside the sculpture, spent, and noticed the drops of cum on its base. 

"That's our sculpture," she said, "We should call it the seat of our Love."

"It certainly came from the seat of your love for me", I replied. 

We kissed and thought this day should go on for ever. Here we are, a nubile young Thai and busty blonde, two Shemales madly in love with each other.

I stood beside the bed gazing down at Lucy as she slept, her face was relaxed and seemed even more beautiful and soft, the early morning light showed a half smile on her lips. She lay naked due to the night's heat, her breasts rose and fell slowly. 

My gaze drifted to the small trinket glinting in her belly button and on down to her small but perfectly formed cock sleeping on her thigh. She was a gorgeous T girl, a tanned Thai beauty and I loved her with all my heart. 

I crouched beside the bed and leant over her thigh, my large breasts lightly touched her smooth skin and my hanging dick started to rise as I looked upon her beautiful body. Yes, I'm a Shemale, blonde and tall and we're so much in love. 

Very gently, I kissed her penis, light touches from my full lips as I worked my way up the 3 inches of her soft shaft. I reached the hooded top and lightly wrapped my lips around it, probing with a saliva coated tongue to slip under the foreskin to work my way back down her glans. 

Gently easing the foreskin back with flicks of my tongue as light as a butterfly's wing, the sensation brought an awakening to her member. My lips lightly gripped her skin sliding it cautiously down, whilst sucking the glans out from its hiding place. I then slipped my tongue under the shaft and could feel the pulse filling the spongy girth of it. A little more sucking and the glans had fully emerged from her foreskin, a half hard member now resting on my tongue. 

I gripped the shaft between my lips and slid them down the growing length. A few more like that and I had a rigid dick filling my mouth, I sucked and kissed it then running my lips back up its length nipped gently at the skin interlacing that with kisses. 

She moaned softly in her sleep, I craftily moved to blow on her face and neck, she turned away from the soft breeze. I blew on her shoulder and she turned away, drowsily, onto her hip, bringing her leg up in her sleep to maintain her position. She lay gorgeously naked, I moved back to kiss under her uppermost thigh working my way up her perfect peachy ass. Kissing lightly those soft globes, I circled them with kisses and then paid attention to the centre cleft and its sleeping, hidden treasure. 

She tasted of the lemon oil we use to clean ourselves both outside and within the anal vestibule. She always tasted sweet to me and I licked gently at the resting ring of muscle guarding her soft entrance. Slight pressure allowed my tongue ingress to lick and open the object of my desire. A saliva coated finger helped to widen the orifice further still. 

Still moving slowly and gently I probed with two fingers her oiled inner sanctum. My cock was absolutely rigid and I eased onto the bed to lay alongside her, my tits to her shoulders. My dick was seeking its way up her ass cleft, drawn like a magnet to her Tgirl pussy. I pressed the tip against her puckered hole which gave way reluctantly to allow me to place my cockhead inside.

The groove of my glans was a natural place to rest momentarily, whilst I adjusted my position in order to slide further in. 

She sighed and I put my hand on her breast and toyed with her dark aureole, she was just so gorgeous and it wasn't long before the nipple was standing proud. I moved to the other breast which was squashed somewhat but just reachable to be able to tease that nipple into a heightened state. I, all the time was gently pushing home my advantage - and cock.

She moaned, and moved her hips a little, I pushed fully home and my thighs touched her bum. I was in heaven, and in Lucy. Moving slowly, I worked my dick in and out sliding in her oily ass and felt her pushing sleepily back, I increased my strokes and she awoke. 

"Mmm," she said, "You know how to take advantage of a girl."

"I was just lying here and your bum decided to suck my dick," I replied. 

"Lying is the operative word, you rapist," she smiled.

"Honestly I never touched it, it was like that when I woke."

"It certainly was when I did," she replied, pushing back harder now that my pace had increased.

We coupled, cuddled up and cosy until with the extra sensation of her ass walls squeezing my dick I increased my stroke and pace. 

I pushed harder into her, we vigorously increased our movements until I came with great spurts of cum deep inside her, pumping my load. We lay there a while whilst I stroked her breasts and kissed her cheek. I pulled out and she turned like a lithe athlete to clean my cock with her mouth, I handled her dick as she did so, bringing it back to full hardness. 

When she had finished I bent to kiss and suck at her lovely tool, stroking it to maintain its rigid length of around 6 inches, it always amazes me just how much it grows. I love that cock no matter what size it is and I duly sucked it with vigour. 

It wasn't long before she grasped my head to guide me to slide her cock deep into my throat. She bucked her hips at me and often smacked her pubic bone into my nose her soft belly was hitting my forehead and I truly felt loved, cradled in her most private area. She thrust harder still, then froze rigid, her T girl cock buried in my throat which pulsed and swelled as she pumped her love juice into me.

When she pulled out I had the opportunity to taste the nectar she had fed me and rolled it over my tongue to savour its delicious flavour. I licked her clean, careful of the sensitive tip but the sensation still took her over the top, making her belly convulse, expelling a tiny drop of ejaculate. I swiftly placed my tongue under her cock tip allowing the gift to roll onto it.

Thinking of that, I pulled her bum towards me and she turned over to lay on her belly. I crouched between her legs and looked at her beautiful bum, her inner thighs were wet with our juices, I duly licked them clean. Her sphincter had closed but some of my cum had oozed into the cleft of her bum. I swung her legs off the bed so she was bent over the side of it, she knelt and presented the hole of her body to me. I lay beneath her and eased her torso up to sit over me, leaning up to tongue at her anus. She relaxed her ass pussy and cum started to drip from it but as I eagerly lapped at it, so her ring tightened. I rolled my tongue into a tube and pushed it through the puckered orifice, flickering and lapping up all her ass could offer. She sat down on my face, my nose pressed hard into the cleft of her bum as I licked and sucked at her. She wriggled with delight and giggled as she pouted her anus open and closed on my questing tongue. The little minx knew I could hardly breathe so squashed were my nose and lips to her magnificence. I had to withdraw from her to breathe, she moved her ass back over my forehead so I could catch my breath. Once I had done that she slipped her now flaccid dick into my mouth. In its tiny state it barely made it over the threshold of my lips but I smothered it in kisses and swore my undying love to it, and to her.




Changed and Tempted



I realize why so many men love Shemales, they love to see a shapely female form with full breasts but so many women fake their love making, whereas a Shemale's cock is so obvious when aroused and they couldn't fake an orgasm.

By Spitz Harder.

Changed and tempted Chapt. 4

Lucy and I live as a family, if an incestuous one, with our benefactor Mr Gregory. I was hired to feed him my breast milk from my surgically implanted tits. Lucy was sold to him to clear her family debts and he appreciates that she willingly sucks him off. Although a fairly rich man, together we make DVD's for Shemale admirers to help supplement the household income. 

I would be filmed walking through the garden in a thin wrap around dress, almost see through, when I contrived for a rose twig to catch it up and pull it from my body, Lucy would kiss away the fake blood from the scratches, generally on my ass. 

Or she would teeter naked on a garden ladder, her leg out to help her balance with the camera peering up between her legs, kicking the ladder to one side she would fall into a prepared pile of 'weeds.' 

Slow motion film would capture the fall, breasts bouncing and cock flopping up and back to land on her belly. I, also naked would rush, again in slow motion, breasts and dick bobbing to arrive at her side. I would kiss her better and fondle various parts to ascertain whether she was well, or maybe well hard! Kissing and cuddling we would make love for the camera spurting our juices over ass or mouth.

Lucy and I loved to dance naked and the camera gave us another reason to learn sexy moves and close interaction to stimulate us to a proud erection. The lighting showed off our tanned bodies, rounded breasts and firm jutting cocks.

We would apply oil to each other and, glistening under the lights, writhe against each other; me sliding breasts over Lucy's dick until mad with lust she would stand and jerk off over me, splashing over my belly. I would kneel and cum over her tits as she licked her own juices from me.

During the winter, we played at showering together, it was always good for a DVD. We used a thin warm oil to prevent the camera lens steaming up and to keep us warmer than water. Plenty of stroking was called for as we washed each others bodies. I would wash Lucy, turning her this way and that, for the camera, to show her gorgeous ass. I slipped my hand along her cleft to finger her openly, showing off her ass pussy, opening up to my slippery finger. Three fingers were needed to open her wide enough to show her pink pussy lining and lemon oil leaking from her cute anus. 

She would maintain my erection with gently stroking oiled fingers up its length and I would push into her still open pussy. The camera would intrude between us to give a close up of my cock sliding into her oiled pussy and her cute bum pushing back as she called for more. I would cum over her ass cheeks, white cum showing up well against her tanned skin. 

She would turn and push me down to kneel and suck her rampant cock, jamming it into my mouth with firm thrusts. Standing over me like a Goddess and berating me that I wasn't doing it properly she would stand back to slap my breasts making them sway and jiggle. 

The effort of her slap made her hard dick slap each thigh with a meaty thump as she swung, I would be rock hard as I always preferred the view of Lucy from that angle and I metaphorically placed her on a pedestal anyway. 

She ordered me to stand and pushed my dick down hard to laugh as it sprung back to slap my belly. 

"You're smacking yourself," she crowed, "You must like pain." 

After several more like that, I was wincing so much she eased up on me, ordering me to bend over a table, she slapped my ass. Several hearty slaps warmed my ass making it red, I moaned, whilst out of sight of the camera as she rubbed her hand on a rouge pad. 

More apparently wilder slaps left red imprints on my tanned cheeks, my ass wobbled with the force. A hand dipped in oil now started to invade my anus, she stood to one side allowing an unrestricted view as she pushed several fingers into me. I twisted and begged for mercy, as if I had never been abused before, she laughed and taking her firm dick slapped it on my ass. I felt the tip as she pushed against my anus, slowly she pushed into me, and all the while she slapped my reddened globes once more. 

With rough motions she eased into my pussy, scratching vigorously (but lightly) at my back and holding my throat, as I ineffectually tried to buck her off. 

Her beautiful bum was rising and falling, our fucking was more acting than real but I could feel my lover's deep strokes within me and loved her for it. I shook my head and protested this violation as she fucked harder and deeper, we both moved to and fro in an exaggeratedly rough fuck. 

She pulled out and stood to one side and shot a great white gobbet over me, several good jets of cum followed and she slumped over my back. The camera went from the close up of her cum on my open pussy to a wider shot of her prostrate body dribbling more love juice down my thigh, wider still to the whole of my reddened ass and servile posture of squashed tits over the table.

"That's a wrap," said Mr G. in his best movie director style and we ran over and kissed him, he loved the fact that at his age, two Shemales would throw themselves into his arms.

On a cold February morning Mr G. called to us, offering a proposition and making it clear we could turn it down if we so felt like it. Some Shemale admiring friends of his wanted to hire our services for an evening. He would set up cameras and we could add to our income to boot, we hadn't been out anywhere for a while, so it sounded like it could be fun.

Lucy and a I arrived at what looked like a red brick mansion, dressed in cheap schoolgirl clothes of blouse, skirt and long white socks, which they had supplied, we entered the dining room.

We felt at home wearing 'costumes', music was playing so Lucy and I danced seductively, twirling to show our legs, ass and swinging dick. There were two arm chairs and two guys left the dining table to sit down, patting their laps as an invitation to us. We each chose a lap and started to kiss them, one whispered in my ear to start a fight with Lucy. 

Her guy had pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and waved it towards her. I leapt for it, pushing her gently but roughly aside as I reached for the cash. Lucy had also been prompted and pulled my hair, we fought, pulling at each others clothes, which were designed to be ripped easily from our bodies. 

Circling and ripping items free from the wearer we were soon naked, going at each other with 'nails' but really more like finger tips. Her knee came up and lucky I was ready for it or I could be seriously injured. I countered that move by tipping her over on her ass and we both wrestled on the floor. 

Tits and bums and cocks went in all directions as we fought to gain an advantage. Two guys grabbed each of us and dragged us to the two now overturned armchairs, I was bent over the upturned back of a chair, my cock flattened under my belly whilst ropes tied my wrists to the under frame, the headrest by my feet, resting on the floor. 

One man loudly declared, off camera, 

"We don't care if you have infectious diseases, we've all got them." 

FUCK! 

At the surgical centre where I was created and abused, all the team was declared disease free and I know Lucy certainly was. I struggled with my bonds, shouting, 

"Set us free, you maniacs," trying to kick back at the guy standing behind me, who was already holding his massive weapon. 

He easily evaded me and pushed the huge cock into my ass, God that was bigger than anything I'd known before and quietened my struggles in case I did myself harm. 

He thumped the dick harder and deeper into my poor pussy, it was stretched to the limit and I was frightened my ring might tear. Faster and faster he drove his dick up me like he was using a pile driver, I was crying, sobbing with the pain and the thought I could die from a horrible disease. He blew his load deep within me with a grunt and pulled out his massive dick. 

His companion had been drinking all night,

"I want a piss." 

"Why not in there," said the guy pulling out of my ass and opening my cheeks wide.

His mate proceeded to stuff his half hard penis in my still open pussy, prodding it in using his fingers. Soon I felt a gush of hot piss hosing inside of me, filling me more than the huge weapon had.

Pressure built up until it leaked past his dick streaming to the floor, forming a puddle.

I could hear Lucy screaming as she too was raped by a huge cock, she bucked and shouted trying to dislodge the guy before he could infect her with his load. Valiantly, she shook and threw herself back against her restraints but to no avail, it simply increased his pleasure. 

The cute soft ass pushing back against his thighs heightened his sensations so that he soon came, hot spunk jetted into her and she collapsed over the chair having now resigned herself to contracting a dreadful disease. 

As with me, another guy forced his soft dick into her as she lay supine and pissed into her.

We were stood up and placed next to each other, asses facing them as they took out cameras. Directed to bend, and at their order, expel the piss from our pussies. 

We resignedly bent and, at the command, ejected the piss and cum in a hard steady stream from our ass. Camera flashes lit up the room and continued as the stream abated to a trickle making shiny trails down our legs.

Again, we were roughly manhandled over to a pair of trapeze type swings, suspended from a large wooden ceiling beam. Leather cuffs were fixed to our wrists and ankles with large metal bars running through them to project out from our arms and legs, wider than the trapeze. 

Forcing our arms above our heads they first put one end of the bar over the trapeze then the other. 

We were held with our arms fixed across the trapeze, which was slowly raised until our feet left the floor. 

Those who wanted to fuck our asses just thrust their unlubricated dicks into us, fucking us like blow up dolls. 

A tray of sprung wooden clothes pegs was brought and one was put onto my left nipple, I had seen this in BDSM films and. . . GOD that hurt! 

The pain seared through me and a scream from Lucy suggested she had received the same. Another was put on my right nipple and it hurt like hell, the accompanying slap to each breast was NOT required. 

My bouncing globes were on fire, I could hear Lucy screaming and I hardly noticed the movement on my cock, a cable sheath had been put on it. 

The woven plastic was intended to cover a large cable but when slipped over my cock, all it needed was for the plastic criss cross sheath to be pulled and it tightened dramatically. A weight was hung from it and my cock stretched down, hurting as it pulled the skin on my lower belly. 

I wondered how Lucy was doing but then her screams stopped and I could see she was being helped down. Her tits were clamped all over, it looked so painful, the pegs made deep indentations in her skin. 

She was made to stand on a dining chair in front of me and I was lowered till my face was level with her cute soft cock. I was ordered to lick the underside of it, something I would do with great pleasure but in this instance the pleasure I got from such sweet love was to harden my cock. 

Pain shot through me once again as the blood pulsing through my tool tried in vain to overcome the weight hanging from it. The more I played my tongue underneath, the tighter the plastic sleeve got as my dick fought against gravity. Hers on the other hand responded beautifully, seeking the sky like a guided muscle, curving upward till straightening and jutting out from her body like a crane jib. 

More licking saw it jerk rhythmically as the pleasure caused her muscles to flex, the cock head nodding to me, as if to say well done. I on the other hand had a half hard cock and what felt like half a ton of lead on the end of my pencil. For all the sex they had enjoyed, we weren't even allowed to cum.

The guys took more photos and finally our restraints were removed. 

Kneading blood into our aching breasts brought even more pain until the bruised flesh filled out properly again. 

"We lied about the AIDS," said one of the guys. 

"We wanted you in abject terror -you can't fake that," he sneered.

"Man, did you both struggle, It was wild there for a moment, but no harm done." 

I was stunned, "NO HARM DONE," I shouted, "We were abused and gang raped - we probably won't walk straight for a week."

I stormed out of the room, Lucy saw her chance and stopping in front of the guy who had clipped pegs on her tits, kneed him in the nuts. He screeched like a girl as he sank to his knees, holding them as if to make sure they were still there. 

She turned, 

"Still no harm done."

Smiling she joined me as we stormed straight out the front door, still Naked. 

Luckily Mr G. had said he would pick us up but we could only hope he would be there. He looked carefully at Lucy's breasts, the indentations filling now as blood suffused painful areas. He tenderly kissed us both on the cheek and stared angrily at the house. 

"I'm sorry girls, he said quietly, Let's go home."

By Spitz Harder.