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Discovery

By: Lady_Rika



Copy Right Lauren Dyer (Recently Updated from 6/10/99) 9/01/99

DISCLAIMER: The characters Laura, Psyconias and any other characters mentioned belong to me, Lauren Dyer. This is also Copy Right Ĭ by Lauren Dyer. This whole story is about MY characters and all were made from the depths of my imagination! Any relation to real life is purely a coincidence and strictly fictional. NOTE: Do notice that the character Laura, is named after me in real life and that the character Rika in these stories has no relation to the chat character Lady_Rika. They are two different people. I am Laura in this book and this was during the space before we meet again a few days ago. Psyconias is the person of my dreams or fantasies, he can't really hurt me as past boys have done. And I use the term "boys"ġ loosely.) 

(In this story Laura and Psyconias realize their long suppressed love for each other by finding themselves in each other's souls from a mind link and also by transferring blood.)

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Discovery. A.K.A. Forbidden Pleasures" I have know Laura since she was ten years of age and I have known Rika since she was one year of age. Trista I do not know as much as I know Laura and Rika, but consider her a friend as she is a blood sister to the two. I have loved Laura since she was a young lady of fifteen. I could do nothing to react upon these feelings because it was forbidden for a Guardian/Protectorate to fall in love with the one s/he protects. Mainly because the two couldn't stand to be separated and would go insane because of it. I have seen it happen before with his Majesty, the King, when he was searching for Tanna after she was lost on Earth. 

But that is another story. That and I had believed she was too young to understand. It was best that I wait. Only one problem remained, I could not rid my mind of Laura, she haunted my memories constantly. I had foolishly repressed these feelings for her which caused emotions to build up inside. Because of that I soon became incessant and upset. Any moment of any given day I would soon burst if I didnƒ­t admit these feelings. My only question was would she love me in return if she doesn't already know? I had known her since she was fifteen, she is now a young woman of twenty.

I had gone to confront her and was standing before her lovely figure. Our minds were linked from a previous blood transfer because I had starved myself by not participating in the monthly Ritual Hunt. Bless her, she had saved me, but that act was dangerous in itself for it further broke the rule of the Guardian/Protectorate Oath. Part of which was that - as I had said before- a Guardian/Protectorate must not fall in love with the one s/he protects. The only exception to that was only by the consent of the parents may they be allowed to remain together or otherwise. Although we were telepathically linked we could block our thoughts from each other, which was what I had been doing for some time now for fear of what would happen if anyone found out. I couldn't take this suppression much longer, I had to confront her.

"Laura, I need to speak with you." She turned to me, her radiant face lovely as always.

"Of course, Psy, what is it?" She was the only one that had ever called me Psy besides my own mother. She was the only one I allowed to call me by that nick name as well.

"I need to speak with you in private, please." I lead her too a secluded place and confessed my soul to her. "Laura. I don't know what to say except to speak from the heart. I love you, so much... and the fact that I have been suppressing this cuts me like a knife. All these pent up emotions inside, all this turmoil. I can't stand it any longer, I must get it out or die of it," I confessed rapidly, humble in my own embarrassment. The fact that this hurt me even more to tell her did not help either. 

"What I wanted to say was that I love you, heart, mind, body and soul. I only wish that you at least acknowledge this." I had expected shock from her, but not my Laura, she knew all to well of my affections towards her. "I acknowledge your affections and rejoice in them. I share your pain of repression. I too feared rejection and the consequences of breaking the rules. My fear kept me from speaking, but you had the courage, for that I am thankful. I knew that you loved me but I wanted to hear it from you. I must confess the same as well. I will always love you, you and no one else."

I could do nothing but gaze deeply into her brown eyes and hope that she would say the words I longed to hear. She took my hand and held it over her heart.

"Psyconias, I will always love you, you and no one else. No one can take me away from you, not even the Great Mother herself. I love you so much that it hurts me to know that we must keep this hidden. I have never really known love, from the fact that mother and father were almost never around. It was because of you that I learned to love, because of you that I was able to accept others. You must have known love at one point in your life. Please teach me what it is to love?" The Great Mother herself? That was pushing it, but I knew what she meant.

This was a complete shock to my senses, completely unexpected. I had known her parents were not around much to care for her because of their duties. But I never knew of her ignorance of such things. I learned to love from my own parents because they loved each other so much and they loved me so selflessly that I knew of those emotions. Everything you learn about life you learn from your parents. Laura's parents were not around because her mother believed that the needs of the people came before the needs of the Queen, always. This was not always true, but there was no persuading her Majesty otherwise.

I had taught Laura and Rika most of the powers and skills that they know today, but for Laura to ask this of me was a complete shock.

"Do you know what you ask of me? Can you comprehend what it means?"

"I know what I ask, I want you to teach me love. I want to be one with the dragon I love. I know the consequences of such an action," she paused for a moment, confused. I could sense her thoughts, her mind ran rampant as she spoke, her emotions ruled her head at this moment, as did mine. She continued. "But I also know that such an action is a complete expression of two beings love for each other. That those two beings will belong to each other in that way like no one else, that they will love each other eternally. I know what I ask." Where had she learned this? I had never taught her such things as this!

"I was told of this from the Ancient Elder when he was training me. I asked and he answered with a reflection of his own experiences. He only spoke of such things, not demonstrated," she spoke telepathically. That is a relief. The only question now, after what she has told me of her feelings, do I still feel the same way?

Laura

I had known Psyconias for as long as I can remember, which was only back to when I was Ten, everything else before then was a blur. But I loved him so selflessly that I wanted to be with him in such a way that only lovers could know of. I was willing to learn all he had to "teach" me. He looked uneasy though, uncertain. Was it something I had said or done to cause him to be uncomfortable?

"Is there some place private that we can go?" he asked. I answered him by taking his hand from over my heart and intertwining it with mine. He smiled. I teleported us both to my secret room that no one knew of except mother who had given me the funds to build it. Only she knew that it existed, but did not know of the location or of the contents of the room. An advantage that I took full use of.

The walls of the room were painted a deep luscious red. The canopy bed against the first wall was covered in green silk curtains which surrounded the bed. The second wall was the entrance to the bathroom which was tiled in green and black swirling marble, with a large Jacuzzi tub with red bath curtains. The third wall was the door to the closet where I kept all my fine expensive clothes. Not the every day to day grungy, or battle training clothes I wear. 

These were the silk, satin and lace clothing that a refined young woman wore. Silvian cloth which a young goddess wore. (Technically I was a goddess but I was not of age yet so I was still a Princess.) The fourth wall was the protected entrance to the room. This room had it all! I could sense his uneasiness as we entered the room.

"You have nothing to worry about. No one can enter here without my presence. We are completely secluded and alone. Just teach me all that you know, I want to know what it is to love." He looked down for a moment, sighing his discomfort. I knew not what to do to put him at ease, only to comfort him as best as I could. I went to his side to try to make him look at me. I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. He looked up at me, a faint smile spreading across his lips.

"There is nothing I can say that can express the way I feel about you, the way I see you, only that the moon and sun can never compare to your beauty for you shine greater than both of them." My face turned bright red. No one had ever complemented me, made me feel special, except Psy. He always had something sweet to say to me in passing that made me feel better. But this was completely different This was the first I had ever seen of him in this light, the first time that I really began to feel what it was to love someone.

"I can think of nothing to say except that it would come from the heart. When I look at you I see my savior, I see one who would devote his whole life just to see me live, to shine like the sun and moon in the skye. And because of that I would devote my life to be by his side." 

His eyes sparkled faintly, the more we gazed into each other's eyes the more we became entangled in the web. I could not pull back even if I wanted, the force of our attraction was pulling me closer to him until I was two inches from his face. He breached that gap, placing his lips upon mine. It was such an innocent kiss, which soon became impassioned and fervent. I couldn't keep myself from touching him, from placing my hands around his neck and he his hands about my waist. Things soon began to become hazy, the room spinning before my eyes. I parted the kiss, my head swimming.

"Laura, what's wrong," he spoke as he held my face in his hands. I had never been kissed before. The kiss was so sweet, like ambrosia. If this was love then I had it coming, bad. He held my face gently as his thumbs circled my cheeks. His touch was so soft. "Come, perhaps you would feel better if you lie down." I let him lead me to the bed and closed my eyes as he lie me down across the satin sheets.

"Look at me, Laura. I want you to see everything. You want to know what love is, then I will show you."  As I opened my eyes I could see his staring down at me, the iris's dilated with excitement. I reached out to stroke his face with my hand, and held him close to me. The feel of skin against skin, the physical contact, tingling all over. What was happening, why was this happening? My eyes went wide in amazement as he slid his hand down my stomach. My hand quickly caught his, holding it away.  "There is nothing to be afraid of, I don't bite. Don't be afraid to touch me, Laura. I would never hurt you, you know that." I knew, but couldn't help but be nervous. A sigh escaped my lips as I lowered my gaze. What did I have to be afraid of? I held his head, lowering it to mine and touched foreheads, strengthening the bond between our minds. Electricity flowed from our symbols as yellow light emanated from both symbols.  "What have you done? What is this," his startled voice exclaimed in my mind. Could it be that he had never completely bonded with another mind?  "I want to belong to you totally. Touching symbols completes the telepathic bond and begins the spiritual bond. I thought you knew this," I spoke telepathically to him. Apparently he didn't know everything. We were teaching each other things, he teaching me, and learning some new things in the process. I, on the other hand, enjoying it either way.

The electricity died down and the glow faded; he pulled away from me only to lean back against the pillows beside me. I propped myself up, lifted my hand and slashed it down the middle of my palm. I took his hand and did the same, connecting my hand with his. A direct blood link. This allowed our souls to feel each other, to open to the other being. He opened his mind to mine freely, his soul reaching out to mine. 

Contact, instant and shocking, visions of his past racing through my mind. It was like a discovery of each other. Visions of our past were shared in the link. I saw how they had found him and taken him from his parents who loved him dearly. How he had seen death at the hands of the humans and befriended one only to see her die. Another dragon entered into his life and befriended him, and they remained eternal friends. Elementaus. 

I saw when Queen Tanna came into the circle only to be lost to them and fall to Earth. How he had spent a thousand years with the elders searching for her. And then how he met me. My visions came into place, how I was born, how I lost my human parents to society and how Tanna found me in the orphanage and revealed me to Skye. When I met my true father, Skye, and my ancestral father King MoonBeam and how I was made part of the clan. 

How I saw my sister, Rika, hatch. Then, how my sister and I were captured by the Black Dragon and tortured until mother would surrendered. But mother refused to surrender. That was when I broke the link and closed my hand over his. I did not want to relive those horrid nightmares. I was bitting my lip so hard, he didnƒ­t know, he was too busy protecting the King and Queen. I would tell him...one day. But I think he already knew for he said nothing for my sake.

The cut on my hand closed the moment I separated the link.

Now we knew partly what was behind these emotions and why we acted this way. He took my hand, pulling me closer to him, pressing me against him. His heartbeat sounding in his chest, strangely soothing to me as it lulled me into a peaceful state. Purring my contentment as I snuggled up against him, reaching up to run my fingers through his long, brown, silken hair. 

A deep rumble came from him as he purred back, smiling down at me. I could stay the whole night this way, if only it would never end. Looking up at him, running my fingers through his hair, thoughts came to my mind. Naughty thoughts. He knew what I was thinking as he grinned at me.

"Such naughty thoughts for a princess!"(END italics)

"Oh, don't be silly. You probably think the same things!" He grinned at me slyly. I removed my hand from his hair, only to lean in closer and kiss him over his symbol. If he wanted me to touch him then I would. I placed my hands over his chest, slowly stroking downwards in curving motions; heard him suck in a breath. 

I flexed my hands over his muscles, feeling him, for I had never been this close to anyone before. Not in this way. Another thought came to me as I took my hands away to replace them with my lips. Starting a trail of soft sensual kisses from his neck down to his stomach, lingering teasingly. A moan escaped his lips when I stopped.

 "Laura, please don't stop, that felt so good. Oh, please continue." the trail of kisses continued down past his stomach muscles, down his leg and stopped at his feet, where his tail lay, curled in sensual pleasure. Suddenly his tail caught me by the hand, wrapping around my wrist.

 "Psy, what are you doing," I asked, startled by his action. He pulled me up to him, leading my hand back down to his stomach muscles.

 "That felt so good. I have never felt such pleasurable bliss like that before. Please don't stop."(END italics) I had him where I wanted him. Leaning in I kissed him over the bellybutton, sticking my tongue out and licking him ever so slowly, up and down. A suppressed groan escaped his lips as he threw his head back. This was what I wanted, to give and receive at the same time, but mainly to give.

 "Love is not just giving but receiving what is given. It goes both ways. I said I would teach you love, and I will," he managed to get through the gasps of excitement. I looked up at him. He was gasping out, I had no idea I had done that to him. He rolled his head forward to look back at me. He pulled me up close to him again, his head morphing into the shape of a human head, like mine. (He had the ability to change shape and I had the gift of the Elements.) He kissed me, deeply and passionately, nothing like I had ever experienced, ever. 

I couldn't help but hold closer to him, this sealed everything. He parted this kiss and looked me deep in the eyes. Gazing back I could see the stars in his eyes, could see past his physical self, into his heart, into his soul. He allowed me to gaze deeper, into the depths of him. What I saw there made me soften to him. He really did love me, more than I could ever know.  "Now do understand how deep love can go? How one soul can matter so much?" I did understand, but I was afraid to let him see me the way I saw him.

 "But how can you keep the love from dying? I am curious," I asked, suddenly thrown off. What did keep the love from going sour?

 "Honesty, truth, openness, sharing things with each other..." But some things I didn't want to share, afraid that if I did share it would turn him away. "One does not have to share if one does not feel comfortable sharing. Love is also understanding. I understand your fear and respect your right for privacy." As he finished I could feel him leave my mind. I didnƒ­t want him do close off!

"No, please stay open. But please, don't invade my mind, my thoughts. Some things I want to keep secret, but other things I want to share. I want to share my mind with you," I spoke, frustrated. I knew what I wanted to say, but could not make it sound right when I spoke it. How could I explain it with out warping the meaning?

 "Laura, calm down. I know what you mean. I will remain mentally linked with you." I blinked, pulled myself back to the room. Being around Psy made me feel strange, his presence made my heart jump, made my head spin, just confounded me. Being this close was no help, but it felt so good. I lay back against the pillows and closed my eyes. His hand felt soft against my face as he slowly stroked my cheek, felt his warm breath over my eyes. 

Outstretched, my wings came around him, the small hands on the tips of the wings touching him lightly. He smiled as I opened my eyes to him. Things began to haze as I lay flat against the bed. He unfurled his wings to touch with mine, the small hands outreaching. Psy had always been gentle with me, it was only right if I were the same. I pulled him close to me, so close I could feel his body as he breathed softly. 

 "I want this. To me it feels right. We have kept this secret for so long, you can't deny me. I have wanted it so badly." It would be unfair if he denied me, and he knew it.

 "I cannot deny you I know that, to deny this now would be to deny myself. Hush now. The night comes, and thus they awaken from their long slumber." My only response to that was to kiss him, just as he had kissed me and wrap my wings about him.

As the sun set and night crept in, many hours were spent in each others presence. Many things were given, pleasures were unveiled. The most of these was the joining of two souls under the midnight stars. That night, two beings had found each other only to seal their love in the bond.

Discovery



"What the hell are you doing!!?" I heard my sister scream. My eyes snapped open, my hand flying away from its grip around my cock. With our parents away and my sister out I'd thought I'd be alone for the evening and decided to have a wank. Now Michelle had come home unexpectedly and discovered me. It got worse. "Are those my knickers you're jerking off into?" She screamed again. I nodded shamefacedly. "You little shit. I'm telling on you."

"Please don't Michelle; I'll do anything you want." I pleaded.

She looked down at my lap where her panties were still wrapped around my now wilting dick and an evil smirk crossed her face. I moved my hand back to cover myself.

"It's too late for that you fucking pervert." She sneered. "Now stay there while I think." That scared me even more than being found. Michelle was three years older than me at twenty-one and she had tormented me for as long as I could remember. Now I had unwittingly given her free rein to torture me even more. The evil smirk came back. "Right, get to the bathroom." She ordered.

"The bathroom? Why?" I was puzzled.

"Just do it you tosser." She said and led me to the bathroom. There she made me sit on the lid of the toilet while she took my razor from the cabinet.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked nervously.

"Give you a shave of course." She laughed. "All over."

First she shaved my face and then my chest before moving to my legs.

"Nearly done." She said, lathering up my pubic area. Despite the shame, the apprehension and the fact that it was my sister doing it, this action made my cock stiffen. "Fuck, you really are a pervert." Michelle said, running her hand along my hardening length. "You'd better not cum in my hand." She warned.

"No ma'am" I panted, trying to calm my now raging erection.

"Ma'am? I like the sound of that." Michelle giggled, taking the razor to my balls.

"Anything you say ma'am." I breathed.

"Good. Now keep still."

It didn't take too long for her to be washing the last of the soap from my now hairless dick.

"What next?" I asked. She looked up sternly. "Sorry. What next ma'am?"

"Well, you know I've always wanted a little sister to dress up..." She tailed off, the smirk on her face once more.

"NO!" I was appalled. "You can't mean what I think you mean Michelle." 

"That's 'ma'am'. And I do mean it. You are going to be my little sister until mom and dad get back."

"But that's half a week!" I protested.

"Tough." She grinned. "Now get into my room, I'm going to make you look so pretty."

"But you're bigger than me, your clothes won't fit."

"Are you implying I'm fat?" She looked at me dangerously.

"No." I back-pedalled. "I meant you're taller than me."

"Anyway, you are not getting into my good clothes. I've still got some of my old things, and I know that they will fit you. Now stop stalling and get."

"Yes ma'am." I sighed, giving up on the argument and following my sister to her bedroom.

"Sit at the dresser while I find a few things. And keep your hands where I can see them." Michelle ordered.

"Yes ma'am." I sat down as she pulled a box from under her bed. It had 'for future fun' written on the side. Opening it, she pulled a pair of frilly black silk knickers out and tossed them to me.

"Put those on for starters. And try not to cum in them."

"Yes ma'am. May I say how I've always admired your choice of panties."

"I don't buy them for you to admire as you jacked off into them, pervert." She rummaged around in the box some more and found what she was looking for. At a distance it just looked like a normal bra. Michelle threw it to me and I saw on closer inspection that it was in fact padded. "That will give you a semblance of a bosom. And don't you dare ask if all my bra's are padded." She warned.

Meekly I pulled on the underwear, trying not to be aroused by the feel of the silky material around my clean-shaven bollocks and not succeeding completely.

"I think this, for your first outfit." Michelle announced as she pulled her old school uniform from the box. The sight of it made me more aroused than ever. Chelle noticed. "You weirdo; you're actually getting off on this."

I reddened and whispered; "Yes ma'am."

"This isn't supposed to be fun for you." She said sternly.

"No ma'am." I said, trying to push down my burgeoning erection.

"Just put the bloody clothes on." Michelle said, exasperated by my futile attempts to control my boner.

As I pulled on the outfit Michelle once more went into the box. This time she pulled out a pair of stockings and a pair of shoes. The stockings were black hold-ups with some strange patterning them. I got the distinct impression that she had bought them and then decided that she didn't like them after all. The shoes however were a different kettle of fish. I couldn't work them out. They were definitely the sort of shoes she would wear, but they looked new and unworn. I paused in my dressing after I had done up the school blouse and took a closer look. Chelle was changing her own clothes behind the wardrobe door and wasn't watching me. I picked up one of the shoes and turned it over in my hands. There was a complete lack of scuffing on the sole, which seemed to prove they were indeed unworn. Then I noticed the size: It was mine! A whole two sizes bigger than Michelle's. They was no way that she had bought and kept them by accident; they had always been intended for me. I looked up and saw Michelle looking at me.

"Well, Sherlock?" She smiled, raising her eyebrow quizzically.

"You've been planning this all along haven't you?" I accused.

"So?" She shrugged.

"Why?"

"The usual competition. I wanted to see how far you would go as a cross-dresser. I know you've been running your paws over my things for years now, so I thought I'd provide you with your own." She smiled again.

"Oh!" Was all I could say.

"Well?" Michelle prompted.

In reply I picked up one of the stockings and rolled it up my shaven leg, revelling in the feel of the nylon on my skin.

"Good girl." Chelle grinned. "When you've done dressing, I've got some make-up for you to try." Previously this statement would have appalled me, but now I was intrigued as to what my sister had planned for me. She had been right about my fetish for handling silky things, and actually wearing them was exciting me, so I was looking forward to seeing what she was going to do.

I finished dressing in the school uniform and pulled on the shoes, the heels were higher than I had thought. I looked up at Michelle expectantly.

"Try walking around a bit." She suggested. Obediently I stood up and tottered around a little, getting over the feeling of unsteadiness after the first few tentative steps. I looked down at my legs, noticing the pleasing feminine way they appeared with the heels on, and smiled to myself. Michelle noticed. "Yes, you don't look too bad at all." Then she frowned. "But this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? You're enjoying yourself way too much. I'll have to come up with something else."

"Maybe you could spank me?" I suggested cheekily.

"Maybe I will, but it sounds like you'd get off on that as well. I'll have to think about it while I do your make-up. Sit down so I can start."

I sat down at the dresser and let Michelle prettify me. It didn't take long, but there was a problem.

"Chelle, my hair is too short to make this work." I said as she finished with my face.

"Thought of that." She said, pulling a blonde wig from one of the dresser drawers. "Sit still while I fix this on." Dutifully I did so. The final result was stunning. I stared at what she had wrought in the mirror. It was strange, looking into the mirror and seeing a reasonably attractive girl peering back.

"WOW!" I said.

"You do look cute." Chelle laughed. I was unaccountably pleased by her praise. As brother and sister we had squabbled pretty much all my life, so any compliment, even one that said I made a good-looking girl, was a novelty. I beamed.

"What next then sis?" I asked.

"I think," she said thoughtfully, "that we should show you off, go outside." My smile vanished. "What's the matter?" She asked. 

"You really think I can pass for a girl?" I replied.

"Only one way to find out 'sis'." She laughed.

"All right then, lets see." I said, squaring my shoulders. "Where are we going?"

"Just a walk down to the local shop." Michelle smiled. "Just remember to swing your hips when you walk."

"Yes ma'am." I gave her a worried grin.

The shop was a fifteen-minute walk away. As we stepped out into the street I was terrified that I would be recognised so I concentrated on perfecting my walking, but after drawing a couple of admiring glances from guys I had been to school with without them realising it was me I began to feel confidant that the disguise was holding. I began swinging my ass even more exaggeratedly. 

"Ease up on the wiggle sis," Michelle whispered, "otherwise you may well end up with a date." A sly grin crossed her face. "Unless that's what you're aiming for?"

Suddenly I panicked.

"What? No! I'm not gay." I exclaimed.

"Ah! An idea that you don't like." Chelle grinned. I caught the hint of triumph in her voice and felt a tinge of worry. 

We reached the shop and Michelle made me stay outside, saying that she wanted to get some vodka and being accompanied by a schoolgirl with no I.D. would complicate matters. As I waited I got a whistle from a passing car and didn't know whether to be pleased or embarrassed. Michelle came out of the shop with a carrier bag in one hand and slipped the other through mine. She looked suspiciously pleased with herself. I gave her a quizzical look.

"I've had an idea about what to do next." I grimaced. "Don't be like that. You've enjoyed yourself so far. Too much in fact." She smirked.

"I suppose." I sighed, letting her lead me home. We were nearly there before I realised I'd been wiggling my ass as we walked without thinking about it. It made me wonder about myself: Was I some sort of hybrid boy\girl, or was I just the pervert my sister thought I was? I got the feeling from Chelle that I was about to find out.

In the kitchen Michelle took her purchases from the carrier and stood them on the table in front of me one at a time. First was the vodka, then a bottle of cola, followed by a small chocolate bar, and finally, a bottle of baby oil.

"Want some?" Chelle asked, waving the vodka bottle at me and munching on the chocolate. I shook my head, unable to tear my eyes from the baby oil. I knew what it could be used for and I suspected that I knew what my sister intended to do with it. "Sure?" She asked again, pouring herself a generous measure of vodka and adding not much cola.

"No thanks." I said dryly, still apprehensively staring at the baby oil. Shrugging, she downed the drink in one and then picked up the three bottles and the glass.

"Come on then, lets get on with it." She said and started upstairs to her room. Gulping, I followed.

I sat down at the dresser once more as Michelle stooped to look for something in her bedside cabinet.

"Found it!" She said happily, holding up a large black vibrator.

"Shit! I knew it." I swore.

"You sure? Maybe I'm going to play with myself and make you watch." She grinned.

"Maybe, but you're not." I said flatly, worried and excited at the same time.

"No, I'm not." The grin had now become a nasty smirk. She poured herself another drink.

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked resignedly.

"Kneel down next to the bed, flip up your skirt and pull your knickers down from your butt hole." She ordered.

Sighing, I did what I was told, Michelle taking another drink before dribbling baby oil over the vibrator. She moved around behind me and suddenly I felt the cold liquid squirted around my ass hole, causing me to jump.

"Calm down, you know you'll probably like it." Chelle said soothingly.

"That's what's worrying me." I said.

"Don't, just relax. I'm going to stick my finger in first." She said as I felt the aforementioned finger inserted into my ass. It was worryingly arousing and I felt my cock stiffening again. Oh shit, I was a pervert. I let out a moan as Michelle added a second finger into my ass.

"Chelle, is this incest?" I asked as she moved them in and out of my butt.

"Not yet, little sis, not yet." She replied. That was worrying too. What else did she have in mind? "Ready?" She asked. I peeked over my shoulder. She held the vibrator up. Scared and curious, I nodded my assent. Michelle took her fingers from my ass and gently replaced them with the plastic phallus. I tensed. She slapped my right buttock. I forced myself to relax and it slid in. It was an incredible feeling, and one I was more ashamed of than anything else so far. Chelle worked the vibrator in and out of my back passage slowly and I could feel my now-hard dick starting to leak pre-cum. I moaned softly as she thrust the toy deeper and deeper.

"Chelle," I panted, "you're going to make me cum."

"Really?" She sounded surprised. "You take over with the vibe so I can see." I looked over my shoulder to see her crouch down. A little reluctantly I reached behind me and took the vibrator from her. It was awkward and I couldn't keep the same rhythm as she had. I felt rather than saw her hand pulling my panties further down, releasing my throbbing cock. "You're leaking onto the clothes." She said from beneath my stomach. "Your naughty prick needs something over it."

"Like a condom?" I suggested.

"Not a bad idea, but I was thinking of something else."

"Like what?"

"This."

And then I felt my sister's lips encircling my engorged penis. 

"Chelle! What are you doing?" I asked incredulously.

"What do you think?" She replied, momentarily releasing my cock from her mouth.

"But you shouldn't."

She ignored me and carried on massaging my member with her tongue and lips. I knew I wasn't supposed to be liking her oral ministrations, she was my sister after all, but my dick evidently had it's own ideas. She stopped abruptly and sat up from beneath me.

"This is awkward and uncomfortable. Lie on your back with your legs up." She told me.

"Chelle." I protested.

"Just do it." She sighed.

A little reluctantly I turned over onto the bed and held my legs out of the way.

"Good. Now I can get at your prick properly and work the vibrator at the same time." She said and then engulfed me again as well as thrusting the vibrator in and out of my ass. She also turned it on. The added sensation pushed me close to a climax but I managed to hold back. I couldn't cum in my sister's mouth; that would be so wrong. It seemed that Michelle had other ideas though. She bobbed her head back and forth along my shaft, quickening her pace at the same time as speeding up the thrusts of the vibe. I was panting with the effort of NOT cumming, but it was to no avail.

"I'm gonna cum Chelle!" I cried out as I felt myself begin to twitch, but she didn't let up. I could hold off no longer and shot off my load into her mouth. "Shit! I'm sorry sis." I panted, almost in tears.

"Why?" She asked sitting back on her haunches. "You liked it didn't you?"

"That's not the point is it? You're my sister."

"So?" She said, unconcernedly wiping excess cum from her lips.

"Siblings aren't supposed to do things like that." I explained. I was starting to get annoyed with her attitude.

"My choice: Your punishment." She grinned. And then I saw an idea flash across her face. "Maybe I should be punished in return then." She suggested.

"What?" Her sudden change of tack confused me. What was she on about now? Michelle stood up and slipped off her knickers, hiking her dress up over her hips to reveal a shaven cunt. I stared at it uncomprehendingly until I suddenly grasped her intention. I gasped. "Chelle, you want me to..?"

"Fuck me? That's exactly what I want."

"But I can't." I wailed.

"Can't get it stiff for a woman then?" She sneered.

I had been annoyed before, but her words sparked anger in me now. I'll show her I resolved, all fears about this taboo coupling burning away. I jumped to my feet, grabbed Michelle and threw her onto the bed. Although surprised, she smiled up at me and spread her legs.

"I'll show you what I can do, you wanton bitch." I yelled, tearing off my skirt and then pressing my still-rigid cock against the entrance to her astonishingly wet pussy, stopping before I actually penetrated her.

"Go on, stick it in." Chelle urged. I plunged in as deep as I could. She grimaced and tears sprang to her eyes. Confused again, I stopped; my anger dissipated as quickly as it had arisen. I looked down at Michelle.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" I asked softly.

"I did, I still do. It's just..." She tailed off.

My gaze shifted from her face down to her exposed cunt now plugged by my dick. And saw traces of blood. I looked back at her face in shock.

"You were... a virgin? But how? The blowjob? The vibrator?" I was monumentally confused.

"The vibrator was for my ass. I never found a guy I wanted to let fuck me, so I sucked them off." She explained, her tears drying and a smile coming back to her face.

"But why me?"

"Because I love you."

"You've had a funny way of showing it through the years Chelle. And why the dressing up?"

"I thought the best way to get you to screw me was to get you horny and angry. I was trying for inebriated as well." She gave me the warmest smile ever. "Now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like your lover." She clenched her pussy around my cock to emphasise her words. Still a bit shocked, I hesitated for a moment until I realised that I loved her too. All the rummaging through her clothes, the wanking off into her panties, had been because I couldn't have her.

"Okay sis. Because it's you." I finally replied and began to slowly screw her. Michelle wrapped her long legs around me, pulling me closer in.

"Damn sis, you fuck good." Chelle laughed.

"You're not too shabby yourself." I panted. She couldn't reply as she was cumming, her pussy grabbing my cock as she climaxed. I had to stop until she relaxed again.

"Carry on bad girl." She breathed as she came down from her sexual high. I resumed my pumping but then had an idea of my own.

"Chelle, I don't want to cum in your pussy, just in case. So how about I fuck you in the ass? You said you got yourself off that way."

"I'm protected anyway." She smiled. "But we'll try it your way, lover girl."

I moved back to let her flip over onto her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder provocatively and waggled her bottom at me.

"You seem to be enjoying your 'punishment' as much as I did." I said wryly.

"Probably for the same reasons." She laughed. "Now get on with it, slacker." 

"Yes ma'am." I laughed back.

I eased up behind her, positioning my cock head so that it rested against the starfish of her ass hole. Impatiently Michelle pushed back against me and I slipped partway into her butt.

"Hmmm, real meat feels so much better than imitation." She cooed.

"And your ass feels as sweet as your cunt." I replied, pushing deeper in.

"Hey, where's my vibrator gone?" Chelle asked.

"Here in my hand. And it's going back into my butt." I told her before sinking the dildo up my bum and switching it on.

"You really are a perv." Chelle giggled.

"Hark who's talking." I smiled back.

"Oh shut up and take my ass."

"Thrusting in now ma'am." 

I pulled back and then pushed deep into my sister's butt. She gave a satisfied grunt and then looked over her shoulder at me.

"You know what feels weird?" She panted as I rocked her back and forth along my cock.

"Apart from having your brother fuck you in the ass?"

"Obviously."

"I give up."

"The feel of your stockings rubbing against the backs of my legs."




Discovery



"Well I quite like it." I grinned.

"Oh shit! I'm cumming again." Michelle cried out suddenly.

"Hold on, I'm nearly there too." I gasped.

It only took a few more strokes for Chelle to climax, clamping around my dick. That did it for me too; I fired my wad into her anal passage. The two of us collapsed together in a heap on the bed; my cock still in Chelle's ass, the vibrator in mine.

"That was everything I imagined." Michelle whispered.

"Never having imagined fucking you, I can't compare," I whispered back, "but it was some kind of wonderful, sis."

"Your dick is still hard." 

"Must be because it's up your butt," I paused, "or it's the vibrator up mine. I'll take them both out."

As I did so, Michelle changed her position to face me. We wrapped our arms around each other.

"What's going to happen next?" She asked.

"You're the one with the ideas Chelle." I joked.

"No. I don't mean for the rest of the week. I mean after that."

"I honestly don't know. Let's not think about it until we have to. Let's enjoy these few days."

"I like how you think." She said, kissing me. "How tired are you?"

"Not very. Why?" I said carefully.

"Cos I'm still randy." She actually blushed.

"Good. So am I."

"You know, you still look awfully cute in what's left of your school uniform." She giggled.

"You look cute in whatever clothes you're wearing." I said, kissing her on the nose.

"What about without clothes?" She teased.

"Well I can't really say can I?"

With a grin Chelle threw her remaining attire to the floor and then lay back, now totally nude. I ran my eyes over her nakedness.

"How about now?" She asked coyly.

"If pressed, I think you look even cuter like this." 

"Smoothie." She laughed.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was mesmerised by the sight of her naked bosom. I had never really thought about them before. I was entranced by their smooth milky roundness, topped off by perky, pert nipples. Michelle spotted my staring.

"Like what you see?" She asked, her hands cupped each breast. "I told you I didn't need a padded bra."

"Michelle, they are lovely, beautiful. Why have I not seen that before?"

"Probably because you were obsessed with my knickers." She smirked.

"Could be. Can I touch them?"

"You've just had your dick up my arse and you're ASKING about groping my tits?" She laughed. "Feel free to fondle."

I reached out tentatively, brushing the magnificent orbs almost reverentially. Michelle giggled.

"Go on, they're not that fragile you know."

Emboldened, I cupped both breasts, gently massaging them, teasing the now erect nipples with my thumbs.

"That feels nice." Chelle breathed, her eyes sparkling. I leant forward and licked her right tit, leaving a wet trail across her skin. "Oh yes." She sighed, closing her bright eyes. I began to suckle on the teat, teasing the left one with my thumb and forefinger. "Your new hair is tickling me." Michelle said suddenly.

"It is getting in the way a bit." I responded, moving to pull the wig off.

"No. Leave it. I like the way it makes you look."

"Yes ma'am." I mumbled, my mouth again full of breast. The feeling of Chelle's tits under my mouth and hands was nothing short of awesome; I found I couldn't leave them alone. But Michelle was getting impatient.

"You going to be playing with my bosom all night?" She asked pointedly.

"I was considering it." I grinned, looking up.

"There's somewhere else you could be using that surprisingly talented tongue you know."

"There is, isn't there? Sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now I want to feel some tongue action between my legs."

"Certainly ma'am." I smiled and then slowly slid down her body, kissing her stomach as I went. I reached her naked cunt. It was wetter than ever. I lapped at the liquid that was leaking out. "You taste great Chelle." I told her.

"You did too." She told me as my tongue slipped between her pussy lips, causing a gasp. I smiled to myself and ran my tongue along her slit to her hooded love button. I sucked on the sweet nub for a moment before pushing my tongue deep between the folds of flesh that were the entrance to her cunt. Michelle let out a long low moan of pleasure. I continued to plunge my tongue in and out, switching up to her clit every so often. Soon Chelle's breathing was becoming ragged. And then:

"Oh god! I'm cumming!! Just your tongue and I'm cummmmiinnnnng!!!" She came, flooding my mouth with her sweet nectar; So much of it that I nearly choked. She subsided and looked down at my face still between her thighs. "Your dick. Stick your dick in me again." She begged. I became aware of how big a boner I was now sporting as I shuffled up to her and sank it into her soft welcoming snatch. Michelle gave a contented sigh and thrust her hips up to meet mine, wrapping her legs around me and crossing her ankles behind my back. I rocked gently back and forth, slowly fucking my sister. To be honest by now I was tiring a little and told Chelle so.

"Really? Okay then." She said, rolling us over so that she was on top and then riding my cock. Looking up, I was mesmerised by the jiggling of her tits as she bounced on my shaft. She leant forward and put her hands on my chest to brace herself. I raised my hands to her perfectly formed breasts, marvelling at how they seemed to fit so neatly into my palms. Michelle was moving faster now, pushing towards another orgasm. I felt my balls tightening and knew I was close as well. Chelle stiffened and stopped her riding of me as she climaxed. I flipped us back over, pulling out of her cunt as I did. I jerked my dick for a few strokes until I came as well, spurting my milky jizz over her heaving stomach. 

"Why?" Chelle panted, looking up after she felt the hot spunk on her skin.

"Cos that's what I was doing at the start of this escapade." I told her. "Sort of rounds it off nicely."

"Replacing my panties with me? You are weird. I wanted that cum in my pussy." She pouted.

"Tomorrow, I promise." I smirked. "Now we need sleep, it's late and we're both tired." I crawled up alongside my sister. We curled up in one another's arms and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up late the next morning, glad that I booked a weeks leave from work already. I left Chelle to sleep on. She too was using some accrued vacation time. It meant we had at least another two days together before we had to think about the future. I took a quick shower and then went downstairs to the kitchen wearing only a towel. I made myself coffee and sat down to wait for my sister to wake. Half an hour passed before I heard the water running in the shower and it was another thirty minutes before Michelle appeared in the kitchen in her flimsy and nearly transparent sheer dressing gown.

"Morning sleepy head." I said cheerfully, moving toward the kettle again. "Want breakfast?"

She shook her head, but carefully.

"How much did I have to drink?" She asked.

"About a third of a bottle of vodka." I smiled.

"Why did you let me drink so much?" She muttered. "You know I can't take too much alcohol."

"Hey, you were in charge, remember?" I grinned.

"Well maybe you should be today." She groaned. "I feel like shit and I'd probably end up doing something we'd both regret."

"So you don't regret what we did? I know I don't."

"Just that we didn't do it sooner." She gave a weak smile.

"Well, if I'm in charge," Chelle nodded, "then I think that you should get some more sleep while I sort a few things out. Use my bed, I'll wash the sheets from yours."

"Okay," She gave another wane smile, "and thank you." She turned and went back upstairs, leaving me to make plans. My mind was ablaze with possibilities, most of which I discarded as impractical. I couldn't dress Chelle as a guy; that would be copying her. So what then? I continued to muse as I set about the chores for the day.

Michelle resurfaced mid-afternoon looking much perkier.

"Better?" I asked.

"Much." She smiled. "Come on then, you've had a good four hours, what have you go planned for me?"

"I'm glad you asked." I gushed. "After thinking about some of the clothes I've seen you wearing over the years I think I can dress you as..." I paused for effect, "a lap dancer." I beamed.

Michelle gave me a cold stare.

"Are you suggesting my clothes are slutty?" She frowned.

"What? No! I just meant that I could take various bits and pieces from your outfits and come up with something a dancer might wear. My first choices would have been a nurse or a policewoman, but both of those would need something like the proper uniforms." I gabbled worriedly.

Chelle's face broke into a smile.

"Only teasing." She laughed. "It sounds...interesting. Sure it will work?"

"If I can have the run of your wardrobe."

"Any excuse to fondle my stuff." She laughed again. "In any case, you're going to get girlied up again tomorrow, so you should make the most of today."

"I intend to Chelle, I really do."

"Come on then, show me what clothing I've got that you think should be on a stripper."

We entered Michelle's bedroom and she flopped down onto the freshly made bed, a questioning look on her face.

"Okay then mastermind, what first?"

"Erm, do you still have your fishnets?" I asked, knowing that wear and tear on hosiery was high.

"Tights or stockings?" Chelle responded.

"Stockings, hold-ups for preference."

Chelle nodded and went to one of her drawers, pulling out a rolled up pair of what I'd asked for.

"Next?" She asked, sitting back down.

"That silvery set of bra and panties." I said, slightly embarrassed about letting on I knew about them.

"Get them out then; you obviously know where they are." Chelle laughed at my discomfort, pulling on the stockings as she did. Still blushing I found out the underwear and passed it over. She slipped those on too. "That it?" She asked.

"It needs something else." I suggested. "Can I take a look through your wardrobe?"

"Like you never have before?" She laughed. "Go on then."

I flipped through the clothes hanging up in her closet, pulling out one or two for a closer look, before shaking my head and putting them back. I turned around to Chelle.

"Is there anything else?" I asked. "You've got some nice short skirts, but none of them seem...well, short enough."

"Try the suitcase on top." Michelle grinned. "I can't believe you never found my 'bad girl' stash."

"I never knew you were keeping stuff especially for me either." I retorted over my shoulder as I got the suitcase down. I put it on the bed next to Chelle and sprung the catches, opening it. I gasped. Inside was a veritable cornucopia of risqué clothing and similar items. A latex top, a sheer nylon body stocking, some sort of leather harness, a baby doll nightie, one or two exotic toys, and what I was looking for: A pleated tartan skirt little wider than a belt. Michelle picked it out of the case and wrapped it around her waist. "How come I've never seen you wearing any of this stuff sis?" I said.

"That's because mom and dad would have had a cow if I put them on at home. So we used to get changed in the loo's up town."

"So you actually wore this stuff out?" I was incredulous; the skirt barely covered her ass.

"Yep!" She grinned, enjoying my surprise. "Hey, how about this to finish off the outfit?" She asked, fishing out what appeared to be a ring of Lycra that may or may not cover her breasts.

"Try it." I said. "But I think it'll look better without the bra." 

She took the bra off and replaced it with the tiny tube top. Suddenly I saw the final part of the outfit nestling in the corner of the suitcase: A pair of really tall and glittery stilettos. Michelle followed my gaze and then with a sigh picked the shoes up and strapped them on. She stood a little uncertainly, as if not as used to the shoes as she pretended. Now she was taller than me.

"That looks great Chelle. It just needs some over-the-top make-up to finish it off. I'll leave that to you while I go and get changed."

"What makes you think I know about overdoing my make-up?"

"Chelle, I've seen what you normally put on when you go out. If you go a bit further than that, it'll be right." I laughed, making to leave.

"Smart arse!" She called out as I shut the door behind me.

I'd dressed up a bit; shirt and tie, jacket and trousers; and was waiting for Michelle in the lounge downstairs. She announced her arrival by wrapping her leg around the door and then peering around the frame. She had obviously taken on my idea completely. Her hair and make-up could have been taken straight from the picture I had in my head.

"Did someone here order a lap dance?" She whispered huskily.

"Yes." I managed to squeak, using the remote to turn on the stereo. It was a slow bluesy rock track. Michelle began to move to the music. I had no idea she was capable of such sensuous movement. She flowed across the floor, dancing toward me. Once she got to me she started to tease me; pushing her bosom towards my face before turning around and waggling her ass mere inches from my crotch. Fascinated by her lithe movements I reached out and put my hands on her hips.

"No touching: House rules." Chelle said over her shoulder. Reluctantly I took the hands away again as Michelle continued her dance, writhing to the music like a natural dancer. She flaunted and teased, her body almost but not quite brushing mine.

"Hells teeth Chelle, you're fucking good as this." I breathed, itching to reach out and run my hands over her sinuously swaying body.

By the time the song ended Michelle was perspiring freely. She sat down on my lap heavily.

"That was fun, but tiring." She sighed. "No need to ask if you enjoyed it." She said, grinding her ass against the massive boner her dancing had given me.

I groaned in frustration.

"God Chelle, you missed your calling. You would have been a great stripper."

"Why thank you." She giggled and wriggled her butt again.

"Please don't do that, you'll make me cum." I gasped desperately.

"Not until I've got to play with it you don't" She laughed and slipped off my lap and onto her knees in front of me.

"I thought there was no touching?" I asked as she unzipped me.

"Only while I was dancing." She answered, pulling out my cock that was slick with pre-cum already. Michelle dropped her mouth around my throbbing shaft, greedily licking at its wetness. I let out a moan as once more her soft lips went all the way down to the root of my member. It felt so good that I knew I wouldn't be long before I blew my load. Within a minute I was hosing spunk over Chelle's beautifully painted face.

"That was quick." She said, wiping the gloop from her eyes.

"Sorry." I panted. 

"No sweat. But you'd better last longer when you fuck me." She grinned.

"No guarantees sis, you are one sexy bitch." I grinned back. I leant forward and kissed her, tasting my own spunk on her lips. Michelle lay down, pulling me with her. I kissed down her face and neck towards the lycra-clad mounds of her tits. I licked at the now-hard nipples through the material. I eased the tight Lycra from her heaving breasts, licking at her pert buds and eliciting a moan. I replaced my tongue with my hands and moved my head lower down to her belly button, using my tongue to tease it while continuing to massage her tits. Chelle giggled and squirmed under my tender assault before gently pushing my head ever lower, towards her pelvis. I took the hint and slid down between her legs. I flipped up the narrow tartan cloth masquerading as a skirt to reveal the growing damp patch on the silvery panties beneath. Michelle let out another moan so I glanced up: she was kneading her tits while toying with her nipples. I felt a sudden desire to get at her snatch quickly, so I jerked her knickers to one side and plunged my tongue into her wet pussy. Chelle gasped at the unexpected intrusion but responded by pushing her hips up into my face and crossing her ankles behind my head.

"Come on lover, make me cum with your mouth again." She breathed.

I went to work with a will, slipping my tongue into her cunt as deep as it would go and coincidentally rubbing my nose on her clit. In the spirit of inquiry, just to see what would happen, I stuck a finger into Michelle's ass hole. She began to thrash about in some sort of pleasure induced sensory overload and came hugely moments later; tensing up and then relaxing with a satisfied sigh.

"You do have a talented tongue little brother." She managed to wheeze out.

"And you have a very tasty pussy, dear sister." I grinned back, licking my lips.

Michelle pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking me straight in the eye.

"What do you have planned for me next?" She asked, a devilish glint in her eye.

"I...I...dunno." I stammered. "I never expected you to go along with the 'dancer' idea even."

"I told you you were in charge today."

"I know. I just never really believed you I suppose." I shrugged helplessly.

"So, no ideas then?" Chelle frowned.

Even as she asked the memory of an old fantasy of mine resurfaced.

"Well," I said slowly, "how about a knee-trembler? Outside. Against the kitchen wall." I was still expecting Michelle to balk at this, even though our garden was totally secluded and not overlooked by any of our neighbours. Instead she sat up and smirked.

"Okay." She said.

A little stunned by her acceptance, I helped her to her feet and led her out of the back door. She shivered slightly in the cool evening air.

"Let's get you warmed up." I said, leaning her back against the outside kitchen wall and plonking a kiss on her lips. Only this time I added something else; I pushed my tongue between her teeth. After a minor pause to overcome her surprise Chelle responded in kind, our tongues dancing around each other. At the same time my hands went once more to her lovely tits, softly squeezing and rubbing them. She in return left one hand holding the back of my head while the other dropped to my crotch and began to fondle my still exposed balls and giving me a raging hard-on in seconds.

"Uhhh." I grunted. "Sorry Chelle, I can't wait." I said as I pushed her panties aside again and thrust my cock into her willing cunt. She gave a satisfied grunt of her own and wrapped her still fishnet-clad legs around my waist, held between the wall and me.

"That feels so good," Michelle cooed, "and so deep."

I was concentrating on keeping us both upright while giving Chelle the rigorous shafting she obviously wanted. I could feel her pussy muscles grabbing at my dick and the hot rasp of her breathing as she edged closer to yet another climax. I wasn't that far behind her. With a cry of joy Chelle came, grasping me tightly with her legs. It took only a few more thrusts before I followed suit, my knees actually trembling as I shot my hot spunk into her. We leant against the wall catching our breath.

"Great idea bro." Michelle panted. "The thought of being seen gave it something extra."

"It's hard on the legs though." I agreed, gasping.

"Wanna go again?" She asked, licking at my ear.

"You are insatiable Michelle." I said back. "Not to mention incredible."

"I can't help it if you haven't fucked me in the ass yet today."

"Slut." I grinned.

"Whore." She grinned back. "Now let me suck you hard again." Even as she was saying that Chelle had swapped positions and was now kneeling in front of me with her talented lips around my still semi-hard meat stick.

"Oh you greedy mare." I said as she enveloped my cock completely. She sucked deliberately noisily for a few moments before leaning back.

"Our combined juices taste great." She smiled.

"Better than chocolate?" I asked cheekily.

"Too close to call." She laughed in reply. Meanwhile my cock had gotten stiff again surprisingly quickly. "There we are; ready for action." Michelle smirked triumphantly. "But first..." She swallowed my whole dick in one go before standing up again, leaving my hardness covered in her drool. Evidently eager to be buggered, Michelle braced herself against the wall after finally taking off her silver knickers. She looked coyly over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at me. I wondered why she had decided to fuck me, not that I was complaining. I knew I'd never find anyone I'd love as much for all our fighting as kids. I stepped up behind my beautiful lover and carefully lined my cock up with the starfish of her ass. With a soft grunt I thrust it in, Chelle pushing back against me as I did so, sinking me deep into her butt hole.




Discovery



"Ooooh that's gooood." Chelle moaned. "Why did I put off fucking you for so long?"

"I couldn't say Chelle." I replied, plunging in and out of her ass. "But I am glad you did."

"Oh god! You make me cum so quickly. Uuuuhhh!" She orgasmed but continued to respond to my attentions.

"Michelle, should I stop?" I panted, not wanting to.

"Don't you fucking dare!" She gasped out. "Keep going until you cum."

"Yes ma'am." I replied, quickening my pace. I could feel myself getting closer to my own climax when Michelle came again, her ass muscles clenching around my thrusting cock. That set me off. I pulled back and squirted my jizz over her heaving butt cheeks and the backs of her fishnet-clad thighs. We were both huffing and puffing with our recent exertions as we made our way back indoors and up to the shower. We showered together, possibly a mistake, as we made love under the stream of hot water. And again in bed together before finally falling asleep in each other's arms like the night before. 

We both slept late the next morning. Michelle woke first and I found her gently shaking me awake.

"My turn in charge again if I remember." She smiled.

"Whatever you want Michelle." I blearily replied, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Careful what you promise me." She grinned. " I might just go all sadist on your ass."

"If that's what you want lover." I truly didn't care. I just wanted to make her happy, maybe for one last time. "Besides which, you've been torturing me for years." I laughed.

"Sorry." She said shamefacedly. "I was only joking anyway. No physical pain I promise."

"Mental anguish then? You want to dress me as a girl again?"

"Of course! We both had fun with that didn't we?"

"We did." I blushed, somewhat embarrassed by my liking of the feeling of being done up as a girl.

"Good. Cos I have an idea." She smirked. For some reason this wasn't exactly reassuring. "First up: Shower and shave."

"All over again?" I asked.

"My little sister does NOT have stubble everywhere." Michelle said in a mock stern voice.

"Yes ma'am. I mean, no ma'am."

"Good girl. Now get!"

I got.

Michelle had already showered before waking me, obviously learning from the night previously. By the time I had finished with the razor she was dressed, in a pair of really tight jeans and a figure- (bosom!) hugging top, and was waiting for me as I came into her bedroom.

"First things first." She said, picking up a roll of masking tape.

"What's that for?" I asked hesitantly.

"Don't want you bulging where girls don't, do we?" She told me, tearing off a strip from the roll. She stuck down my dick and balls deftly, before I could get an erection, with several strips of the tape. "Bra next." She said, handing me a different padded bra to the one I'd worn before.

"I thought you only had one of these?" I said, clipping it on.

"I never said that. I just showed you I don't need them anymore."

"You definitely don't." I laughed.

"Thank you. Panties." She handed me a pair that were black satin in appearance, with lacy edging. I pulled them on, loving the feel of the material.

"Tights." She announced.

"Tights?" I was surprised. Chelle gave me a stare. Shrugging, I took the hosiery and sat down to put them on. They seemed quite thick, but the touch of them on my recently shaved legs was quite pleasurable and they did make my legs look feminine. Michelle smiled as she saw me running my hands along my thighs.

"LBD." She said, handing me a dress. A little black dress. I slipped it over my head and wriggled into it, smoothing it down over my hips. Again the material felt lovely as I ran my hands over it.

"Put your heels on and come sit at the dresser so that I can do your wig and make-up." Chelle told me. I strapped on the shoes and plonked myself in front of the mirror. It didn't take her long to attach the blonde hairpiece and apply the cosmetics. Again I was stunned by the view in the mirror: It just didn't look like a guy looking at me.

"Now what?" I asked.

"We're going shopping!" Michelle laughed.

"You mean, go out like this again?"

"It was all right before."

"Well..." I was not convinced this was a good idea.

"Oh come on. I have a wonderful scheme planned." Chelle enthused.

"Okay, okay." I gave in.

"You'll need this handbag. I've put everything you're going to require in it." She passed me a small black shoulder bag that went with the outfit. I took it and then followed her to her car.

I don't know what I was expecting really, except it wasn't a trip to the nearest city; twenty minutes by car. When we had parked I was sure we'd be off to some sort of clothing retailers, but instead we headed for the back streets. For a horrible moment I thought she was going to pimp me out or something, but that passed when she found the shop she was looking for; a shop selling 'marital aids'. In a state of confused worry, I hardly dared move from where I'd stopped when we'd come in. Chelle was obviously looking for something specific, or possibly more than one thing, and she was soon back with me with a carrier bag, but not before I'd endured several lustful stares and a not very subtle attempt to chat me up. If I hadn't been so scared I'd have taken them as a compliment, another worrying thought. Michelle led me back outside and walked with me to the end of the street.

"Okay then sis, the bus station is just round the corner. I'll see you when you get back." She smirked.

"You're just abandoning me here? What happens if something goes wrong or I get found out?" I was angry and terrified at the same time.

"There's money and your phone in your bag." She said calmly.

"But..."

"If the people in the sex shop couldn't tell you were male, why should anyone else?"

"But..."

"See you in an hour or so. I have to go home and get things set for your return."

"CHELLE!" I called out as she turned and walked away but she ignored me. I suppose I could have run after her and demanded she drive me home, but the confidence she had that I could pass myself off as a girl must have rubbed off on me. 'Damn her!' I thought; 'I'm gonna do this.'

I caught the bus but was full of trepidation; it looked like it was going to be fairly full and I would have to sit next to someone. Looking worried, I found a seat and sat. A girl of about my age eased in beside me.

"Mind if I take this seat?" She asked with a smile. "It'll keep the wolves from trying to chat us up."

"Sure." I managed to squeak in a high-pitched girlie voice. I caught a whiff of her perfume; it smelt divine. I briefly wondered if Chelle had ever thought of using some on me. I was horribly aware though of my new friends proximity; surely she'd be able to spot that I wasn't a girl? I must have looked panicky.

"Nervous?" She asked. "Don't take the bus much?"

"Not much, no." I squeaked again. This was true; I rarely caught a bus these days.

"It'll be fine." She said. "Stick with me, I'm a veteran." She smiled sweetly. "I'm Katie by the way." She offered her hand.

"Michelle." I replied, shaking her hand, picking the only girls name I could think of at the moment. 

Katie chattered away the whole journey back. My contributions consisting of short answers to questions and encouragement to continue. She didn't seem put off by this and by the time she rose to get off outside of town I was feeling a lot more comfortable in her company and was sorry to see her leave.

"Bye Michelle. See around some time." She waved.

"Maybe Katie." I waved back, amazed that my disguise had stood up to such close scrutiny. 

A few minutes later the bus pulled into the station and I hurried to get off. I knew that there wasn't enough money left in my bag for a bus closer to home so I started to walk; it was only ten minutes or so away. I concentrated on walking like Michelle did. By the time I reached our front door though, my feet and calves were aching; I wasn't really used to wearing heels yet. I found the keys in my bag and let myself in.

"Made it then?" Chelle called out cheerfully from upstairs.

"Thanks more to a girl called Katie than you." I said angrily striding into the room.

"Now, now, little sister. There's no need to be like that. I knew you'd be fine and you have to admit, you liked the attention, didn't you?"

"Suppose." I grudgingly agreed.

Michelle came up behind me and turned me around gently to reveal that she had got changed. Now she was wearing the body stocking from her secret case and something she'd obviously got from the sex shop; a worryingly big looking strap-on. The dildo jutted out obscenely from her pelvis, wobbling weirdly when she moved.

"Come on, cheer up. We've only got today. Mom and Dad will be back sometime tomorrow."

"You're right." I sighed. "And you did warn me that it wouldn't be easy for me today." I managed a grin, my bad mood dissipating. "What do you want me to do next then?"

"I was wondering what sort of cocksucker you were." She smirked.

"No where as good as you are I expect." I said, dropping to my knees in front of her, the strap-on level with my chin.

"Flatterer." Michelle smiled. "Go on then. You've seen me do it." She encouraged me.

Shyly I poked out my tongue and licked at the tip of the plastic phallus. Then, remembering what Chelle had done, I ran it down the shaft and back up again. I looked up into Michelle's supportive smile and the last vestiges of worry and anger went. I opened my mouth and swallowed the head of the fake dick. Moving my head forward, I took the dildo deeper into my mouth until I began to gag. I jerked my head back, coughing.

"Take it easy sis." Michelle soothed. "You don't have to take it all in at once." She patted the top of my head reassuringly.

"You make it look so easy Michelle."

"I've had a lot more practice than you sweetie." She said. "Have another go and try to breathe through your nose."

"Kay." I opened my mouth again, taking half the length on the dildo in.

"Ease your head back a little." Chelle advised. I did and to my immense surprise I found I was practically deep-throating the strap-on. "I knew you could do it." Chelle smirked. "Now move your mouth back and forth along it." I did as she said, gradually building up the pace. Michelle was thrusting her hips in time with my oral ministrations. "That looks so realistic. " She laughed. "It's just a pity I can't jizz down your throat and over your pretty face." She added slyly. I have to admit to a little curiosity to what that would be like. Instead I stopped and sat back on my heels, drool all over my chin and the strap-on.

"This is all well and good Chelle, but I seriously doubt that either of us is going to get off this way." I said.

"Eager to get to the next part are you?" Chelle grinned. I looked at the saliva-covered dildo and back up to her smiling face.

"Yes," I said, giving her a big grin.

"Slut." She laughed.

"Whore." I rejoined in kind. 

"So you want me to stuff this cock up your dainty little ass hole do you?"

"Yes ma'am." I grinned.

"All right then. Pull down your tights and knickers and lie back with your bum on the edge of the couch." She saw the puzzled look I gave her. "I want to watch your face while I fuck you." She explained.

"What about the tape over my dick?" Already I could feel my cock straining against its imprisonment.

"Lets see shall we?" Chelle nodded.

I slipped my girlie underthings down until they were bunched about mid-thigh and then laid back as ordered. Michelle got to her knees and shuffled close to me. I raised my legs, exposing my ass hole and taped cock to her.

"I think the tape is coming off." She said. And ripped it off.

"YEOW!" I yelled.

"Oh shush." She laughed. "You knew all along that was going to happen."

"Suppose." I grinned. Peering around my legs I watched Michelle rub baby oil on to the strap-on with her fingers. It was strangely erotic. She began by easing her still oiled fingers in and out of my butt for a while; first one, then two, and finally three. Then she pushed the head of the dildo into my willing hole. I let out a moan.

"Hold your legs out of the way." Chelle told me. I wrapped my arms around them and held them to my chest. My treacherous cock was already leaking pre-cum; I could feel it oozing down the shaft. Michelle pushed again and the phallus sank all the way into my butt much more easily than I'd expected. I sighed as Chelle began to fuck my ass. While she pounded into me I grabbed my dick with one hand and started to jerk off in time with her thrusts, almost as if I was fucking myself. In my highly excited state it wasn't long before I came, and hugely; my spunk shooting into my tangled panties and tights.

"Oh, don't stop Michelle!" I moaned.

As I was saying it, the door opened.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Mom screamed.



Discovery



"If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop." — Kurt Cobain

Julie turned to face me as she reached the door.

"Thanks, Brayden. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"You bet."

She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed me softly on the cheek. Her scent lingered for just a moment as she spun around and made her way into the hallway. I watched her hips sway back and forth as she made her way to the elevator. She was a beautiful young woman. There was no doubt about that. She turned and gave me one little wave before she was gone.

As soon as I clicked the door to my condo shut, she started.

"A little young for you don't you think?"

I paused, staring at the back of the door, wishing for a moment that there was a mirror there so that I could see the look on my own face. I waited. But it didn't come. Maybe it was finally over. Maybe I had finally moved on. I searched for the anger, but it wasn't there.

"Well she is young, Melanie. I wouldn't know about the rest."

I turned and walked past her without bothering to give her a second glance. I walked into my loft and toward the kitchen suddenly feeling the need for a drink. I opened the fridge to take a quick inventory. There were the fruits and vegetables I liked. The chicken breast thawing for the dinner I was no longer in the mood to make. Yogurt, milk, energy drinks and beer. I grabbed one, just one, of the seven bottles left from the case that I had purchased almost a month earlier. It was a far cry from the pace I had set during the first year after my divorce.

I heard her following me. The click of her heals the exact opposite of my bare feet. I opened the bottle and set it on the sparse stainless steel counter top. I opened the cabinet door to place the bottle cap in the trash, exactly where it should go. Everything was in its place. Like it always was. Orderly. Neat. Clean. 

I made my way to the living area, crossing an invisible line delineating the large open spaces. Kitchen, dining room, office, bedroom, gym, living room. The furniture was all top of the line but could never be confused for a matching set. The living room was no exception. Two stiff black leather lounge chairs on one side, separated by a metal end table, and crystal based lamp. The chocolate leather oversized loveseat was next, fronting a huge 60" LCD and a glass topped wooden coffee table. But the recliner was my favorite. Plush tan leather, big enough to hold my 6' 4" frame. It was definitely comfortable enough to sleep in. Nothing matched, but nothing looked out of place. Each piece called to me when I purchased it. Everything had a story. Everything was me, so it fit. Everything except her.

"Not even going to offer me a drink?"

It was the first time I really stopped to look at her. She showed up unannounced. It was the first time I had seen her in eight years. I was honest enough with myself to admit she looked good, beautiful even. But, then again, she always had the looks. It was her other qualities that I had trouble with.

"I wouldn't want you to get the impression that your presence was welcome. You're not my guest. If you want something, you can find it yourself."

I watched her spin on her heals and head back to the kitchen. I had missed that ass. It was perfect, after all. She knew it, too. Which is why, as she was at that moment, she most often wore a skirt that said, 'Yeah, I know you're looking'.

I allowed my eyes to wander from her sexy ass to her long, toned legs, to the straps around her ankles, to the four inch heels of what had to be her very expensive shoes. I let my primal urges rule the moment as I imagined her bending at the waist was more for my pleasure than to search for whatever she was looking for. I was waiting for the longing to set in, a reminder of the pain and heartache that always came with being forced to look at something that wasn't yours anymore. Something that had been taken. Stolen. Lost. What I felt instead was something all together different. Pride, maybe? It was definitely more of a, 'Yeah, I've fucked that' kind of a moment.

She returned having found her signature wine glass and Chardonnay. Her eyes were calm, coolly hiding her true intentions. For the first time that I could remember that realization didn't frighten me.

"You look good, Brayden."

"I feel good, Melanie."

The chess match had started, and it felt good to not be on defense right from the outset.

"You're not even going to ask me why I am here? You're not even a little bit curious?"

"It's not that I'm not curious. A person can never have too much information."

Her tell tale smirk told me that she thought we were on even ground.

"It's just that I don't give a shit."

Even in the most surprising situation, Melanie had an uncanny ability to maintain her poker face. I had firsthand knowledge of that fact, so it felt good to see her slight wince, even if it only lasted a second.

She turned to face my wall, an eighteen foot length filled with of framed pictures of my journey. It was a floor to ceiling reminder of how I had gotten here and the lessons that I had learned. Rock bottom. That's the name for it. I had heard it mentioned. I certainly had never felt it. But that is where I started. Right after Melanie divorced me and destroyed my life.

***

I won't lie and say that ours was the perfect marriage. It wasn't. We struggled mightily in the beginning, mostly because we didn't have any more than twenty extra dollars between us at any given moment. Still, we were young and hopeful and impulsive and committed. Our marriage didn't fail early on because we didn't believe that was even possible. After all, soul mates never gave up on each other. So memories and moments were created, like searching for loose change in the couch so that we could scrounge up enough to split a fast food meal and have enough left over to share a cupcake on our first anniversary. Or the time we made our first Christmas ornaments from paper and crayons and hung them on the fake tree that we found in the trash behind our apartment. When Melanie had them laminated before our second Christmas, I loved her even more. And more every year we placed them on the tree.

Still, even when you love someone, they can be annoying. Melanie had a habit of re-organizing things. She'd remove and replace all of the utensils in the kitchen or the spices in the rack or everything in the hall closet, in a pattern that only made sense to her. Just when I had gotten used to the new configuration, she would do it again. It was a small thing, and wouldn't have even been a thing, except that once she was done, she couldn't remember where anything was.

"Hon, where are the scissors?"

"In the drawer somewhere."

"They're not where they were last week. Did you move them?"

"Probably. I can't remember. Just keep looking. They are here somewhere."

I would often have to go and buy a replacement of whatever was missing, if I needed it with any urgency. Sometimes it would be weeks before things showed back up. And we were broke, so any extra expenditure was a problem. So, yeah, it was little annoying.

More often than not, though, I never thought about our lack of funds though. Probably because of the sex. I only had a hard-on anytime she was in the room. She was as insatiable as I was. If we had five minutes alone anywhere, at any time, we were more often than not in a state of undress. I loved the sound of desperation in her voice when I was holding out on her.

"Please, Brayden. Pleease......Oh, God. Let me come. I'll do anything you want. PLEASE!!!"

Then, after her arched hips fell back to the earth, I would stare at her exhausted body and watch her while she recovered. She was perfection with a slight sheen of sweat on her gloriously tanned skin. Her body was young and tight and soft and voluptuous, an impossible combination of femininity and sexuality.

And I loved her 'looks'. The one that announced long before her clothes came off that I was getting laid was my favorite. The one with her on her knees with her lips holding onto my cock as she pumped her hand frantically to earn her reward followed close behind. The over-the-shoulder look of surprise that came when I was pounding her into orgasm and started to play with her ass was also in the running. And I never tired of her crystal blue eyes.

Memories. Those were the important things. 

After the dust had settled on our divorce, and I had placed the cap back on the bottle, I had my first epiphany. Those hard years, when we never knew where the money for next month's rent would come from, showed me that, together, we could survive even the worst situation. For Melanie, they were a nightmare, never to be lived again. 

At any cost.

***

I watched her peruse my collection. Her eyes gave her away with double takes at the photographs of places we always said we would visit together, back when our dreams were impossible but shared. She was the epitome of walking sexuality. The glass dangled in her fingers, the wine swirling to match the sway in her hips. When she tipped her head, to look up at the pictures on the top row, her shoulder length blond hair draped across the shoulders of her silk blouse, opening the view to the gentle sweeping lines of her neck. The very neck I had dreamed of strangling so many times.

"I guess it's true. You really travelled to all those places."

"I did."

She was watching me again as if she was trying to anticipate my next move. Unfortunately for her, I didn't have one.

"You've changed."

"Oh, I doubt that is true. In fact, I know it's not true. I am the same man I have always been. Perhaps with just a little more me and a lot less you."

"See, that's what I mean. You never would have said things like that to me before."

Life is full of things we want to say, plan on saying, and dream about being able to say and remaining silent. We get lost in that silence or we lose the person we should be. Are we pretending to be someone we are not? I had spent a lot of time looking for that answer. I finally decided we try to be the person we think we are until someone shows us our reflection in the mirror and we can no longer maintain the lie. Some get over the shocking truth better than others. 

"Maybe."

That smirk had returned.

"I knew it. So what's different now?"

"There is nothing more of mine you can take. We are not connected in any way. And that means you can't hurt me anymore."

She started to speak, a lump catching in her throat. I wanted to believe that she was moved, but I didn't. Not even a little.

"I want you to make it stop."

"I didn't start it."

"But you could end it."

"I am not certain that is true. Though, even if I could, I am not certain I would."

"You're enjoying this."

"Not particularly. I have very little interest in a constant reminder that the person I loved most in the world was a lying, cheating whore."

I am not sure why. It's not like I had said anything that she hadn't heard before. But I could tell that this time it had stung, if only just a bit.

"And besides, I am smarter now. 'Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.'"

"Sun Tzu?"

"Napoleon."

***

I had been woefully unprepared for the total devastation that had been hurled upon me during our first conflict. I wasn't prepared this time either but, fortunately, I also wasn't alone.

The rumors had started months earlier. People were whispering everywhere I went. The economy was tanking, a job, any job, was worth its weight in gold, and layoffs were on the horizon. Walking the factory floor was bad enough, with eyes following my every move, people stopping me when they thought no one was looking, asking me if I had seen the list. But I was getting it much worse at home. Melanie was near panic, asking me, every day, if I had heard anything. Did I still have a job? Was I sure? What was my plan? What were we going to do? 

I didn't have a plan. I didn't need one. My boss was a good man and he had my back. He had looked me in the eye and told me not to worry. So I hadn't. And it would have been fine, if he had been the one making the final decisions and other people hadn't intervened.

If there were signs, I missed them. There were some possibilities. I recognized after it was much too late. Our sex life had taken a noticeable dip. I thought it was stress. I knew I wasn't in the mood as much as I had been before. I guess I thought it was my fault more than hers. Then there was the fact that Melanie knew, before I had stepped one foot into the house, I had been laid off. My boss was dumfounded as he told me, that the man with the highest team production and best quality rating was lost from his staff. Melanie wasn't even surprised. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be my only long term commitment that was about to get blown to hell.

Melanie gave me absolutely no hint that our marriage was in trouble. She went through the motions of a dutiful wife with ease. Loving embraces, kisses on the cheek, keeping me well fed and the house spotless. She was so much more of a Suzy homemaker during those last few weeks. She never let me leave the room without telling me she loved me, probably to mask her guilt.

I was served while waiting in line for my turn to access the company sponsored outplacement resources. I came home to find the locks changed, my clothes boxed and in the driveway with another copy of the restraining order placed neatly on top. My severance package should have lasted for months, but I was almost immediately forced to choose. Should I use my remaining funds to fight the divorce and for custody of my daughter or to live? I chose to fight, but I was simply outmatched.

Lawyers, psychologists, judges all came to the same conclusion. I was a mentally abusive, unfit parent. I was unemployed, and without means to care for a child. I was worthless. They said so in writing. All legal like.

The final blow came when I had my last harebrained idea. If I could just speak to April face to face, she would listen to me. At the time, she was nine. Old enough to tell them that she loved her daddy and that she wanted to see me and that we were like peas in a pod. And so I stood in the darkness, behind the bushes, hoping to see her. Staring at what used to be my house. That was the first time I saw them together. My wife, my daughter and the company vice president of operations. He was the son of my former company's founder and a womanizer, an asshole and perhaps the worst business manager ever to hold an executive position. But his old man was respected and people were loyal and the only ruined life was mine. And I was a nobody. They had all said so. 

He was a strange looking man, ten years my senior, with an expanding waistline, a large checkbook and my pre-made family. I would be the first one to admit that my description was biased by my hatred. He wasn't deformed or anything, but all I could see was ugliness.

That was the night I took my first drink. Not my first ever, but the first one I took to mask my pain. It was a long drink. It lasted a year. It might have lasted forever but I saw her one more time. I was wandering the streets. Unkempt facial hair, unwashed clothes and a foul odor that announced my presence long before I arrived. I was a couple of weeks away from being homeless, if you could call my dilapidated studio apartment in the nearly condemned pre-war era building a home. She was coming out of one of the downtown boutiques, bags weighing down her arms, searching her designer purse for the keys to her luxury SUV. I think I frightened her. In fact, I know I did. She was momentarily at a loss for what to do next, shield her possessions or her body. The drunken haze that shielded me from the real world meant she was in no danger from me. It took me far too long to recognize her. The 'Oh, my god' and her hands covering her mouth in shock before she started her car and drove off finally registered several minutes later.

A few minutes after that, I stole the beer bottle from the convenience store. That was why I was searching for the bottle opener. I was too stupid to lift one with a twist off cap and Melanie had rearranged the kitchen utensils again, for no damn good reason. I couldn't find the fucking bottle opener. After the bottle was smashed and the contents of all but one drawer were tossed on to the floor, I found it. There was no Melanie, it wasn't our home, and the bottle opener was right where I left it. Right where it should have been. Everything had been in its place.

I stopped drinking that day and left my hometown the next with a backpack full of everything I owned and almost fifty dollars to my name. It wasn't hard to stop. I wasn't an alcoholic, I was a broken man trying to hide in a bottle. And failing.

***

"Is everything an inspirational quote with you now?"

"Not always. Not everything inspires someone. Sometimes things are just a reminder of where we have been."

"What the fuck, Brayden?! What does that even mean?"

"I have no idea what it means to you but, frankly, I have no interest in explaining what anything means to me. Especially to you."

***

I wandered for eighteen months that first time, walking, hitchhiking and taking the occasional bus. I worked odd jobs until I had enough cash to move on. Money was tight, but my eyes were open. I put up camp wherever I found myself. There was always someplace to lay my head, grab a shower, snag a meal. I indulged myself with the anything that looked interesting from any used book store I passed. I could grab a dozen books for the price of one movie. So I read.

I wrote down anything that I wanted to remember, and anything that I was feeling, in an old, worn spiral bound notebook. It was a diary of pain and discovery. I kept up on world events with newspapers that others had discarded. They were often out of date but the news that filled those pages didn't really affect me anyway. And I talked to people. Well, listened mostly. People liked to talk and I was a good listener.

I splurged, once, on a well used digital camera from a pawn shop. I took pictures so that I could remember the locations I had been, people that I had met and, much later in my journey, things that had inspired me. About once a month, and for around five dollars, one of the chain drug stores would transfer all my pictures from my memory card to compact disc. After a year and a half, I settled in a dusty little town in the middle of the country. I worked my first, post divorce, full-time job in the warehouse of a fertilizer factory. During the day I slaved away, hauling shit, and at night I retired to my rented room above the local garage to read and write. I exchanged my notebook for a used laptop and spent my free days at the local library using their free internet to load my thoughts and picutres to a blog. People followed me, commented anonymously and, though I was writing as a cathartic alternative to therapy, I enjoyed knowing that people were interested in what I had to say. I enjoyed it a lot.

***

Melanie paused at the only picture that I had of my former family, a strip of photographs from a booth at an amusement park. April was four years old at the time. Her pony tail wrapped in pink ribbons and her newly pierced ears shimmered with the fake diamond studs. The overly bright flash couldn't compete with the smiles on the faces of the three subjects. Each captured the moment. The first was surprised, the next silly, and then genuine laughter. 

"I could help you get in touch with her. Help you reconnect."

"Oh, so you're close? Down with all the latest comings and goings of your daughter?"

I could see her try and search my gaze for information. It must have been hard for her not to have the upper hand, to not be a step ahead, to be wondering what I knew or didn't know.




Discovery



"You should be proud. She's turned out to be just like you."

I saw the shock in her eyes at that comment. Something else, too. Maybe regret?

"She stopped to look at that one, too. I think she was surprised that the images didn't match her memories. Or maybe what she'd been told. It's hard to say, for sure, because she didn't comment."

***

I never thought of myself as a writer. In my former life, I was a production supervisor for a large manufacturing company because that was my job title after my fourth promotion. I had started at the bottom and worked my way up. I had never been a writer, never dreamed of writing. But that didn't stop an online men's magazine from listing my blog as one of the 'best of the web'. And, it didn't stop them from offering me a first a monthly, then weekly, column. The money wasn't all that great, but doors were opened.

Two years later, the email from the publishing company was a complete surprise. They wanted to see more of my work. They wanted to publish my book, which was non-existent at the time. I sent them an almost incoherent collection of essays. They sent me an editor who asked me to write an opening chapter on how my journey began. So I shared my story, for the first time, with an editor.

Then nothing happened. Not for a few years, anyway. I assumed that it wasn't good enough. But I kept writing my blog. My column had an increasing popularity. The money was getting a little better, but I was bored. So I left, again. This time heading for Europe.

There are no hostels for thirty five year old men. No reduced fare train tickets. But I still crisscrossed the continent as cheaply as I could. I saw the things that I had only seen in textbooks or on television. I visited the places where history and traditions were born. And I didn't stop.

From Europe I made my way to the Middle East, then India. I spent 3 months in Asia. The languages, the culture, the food were all a new experience for me. I saw what it meant to truly be poor, not the shameful excuse that I had cursed. The people were the same though. People everywhere liked to talk. 

I was fourteen months into my latest journey, and more than ready to return to the states, when another email came with a preview of the cover of my book attached. That is when things got interesting.

I flew home to a host of agents, editors, publishers and lawyers. With the increasing popularity of my column, there was a buzz about my book. I turned that buzz into a fairly significant raise from the magazine, based mostly upon a convoluted ad revenue formula. It was more than I had ever made before and more than enough for me. So, I returned to my hometown, to start a new life in the place I had grown up, grown to love and missed a great deal. 

Unfortunately, my book was released to an average response. A far cry from what some had hoped. Honestly, I wasn't really that surprised. My rabid blog and column followers probably accounted for ninety-nine percent of my sales. Unfortunately, the lackluster sales meant that my career as an author was most likely over before it even began.

Then he went on television to call my first chapter a bunch of lies. It was a local reporter from my hometown who asked the questions. Was the story in my book really true? Had he taken my job and stolen my wife and daughter and perpetuated lies about me in court? He could have said nothing. He should have said nothing, but he didn't. In most of the civilized world the story didn't even cause a ripple. But in my hometown, the son of a wealthy businessman and the ex-wife of an author was a juicy tale. And, whether out of embarrassment or arrogance, he overplayed his hand. He sued me for libel and defamation of character.

It was all the publishing company needed. They had spent time and money vetting my book and had spent even more time and money on editing and design and production and distribution. So when they saw the opportunity to recoup some of their money, they pounced. They dropped an army of high priced attorneys and public relations staff on my former employer. I watched from the sidelines. It wasn't about him and me. It was about the controversy and the free publicity that came with it.

His actions caused quite a stir and my book shot up the bestseller lists. It's odd how life works. 

Some people just never learn to quit while they're ahead.

***

"Did you know the board asked for his resignation?"

"Nope. I hadn't heard. I am actually stunned he made it this long, though. Productivity dropped twenty one percent after his brilliant cuts that first year, and eighteen percent the next. Sales were down, morale was down. Your shithead husband was never any good at running things."

It didn't surprise me that she didn't jump to his defense. She never would have taken a bullet for me.

"Why do I think you already knew?"

"Because you are a cold and calculating and heartless woman. It's really too bad though, because from the papers I just signed for Julie, I think he is going to need that paycheck."

"That was your lawyer?"

"She's not my anything. And she's not a lawyer. She's a paralegal. She works for the firm that is representing my publisher. I tried to tell you, it's not about me. Although, I am apparently going to benefit a great deal. I guess karma really is a bitch."

I could see the comebacks swirling behind her eyes. There were so many things that she wanted to say and wished she could. And I saw her finally conclude that there was nothing left in her tank. That I would have the upper hand in every scenario. I hoped that she would give me the opportunity to use some of the one liners that I had been dying to use, but at the same time, I wished she would just go away and leave me in peace.

"So why are you here?"

That caught her off guard. But she recovered quickly.

"Oh. Now you're curious?"

"No. I just don't understand what it is that you think you can accomplish? I suppose he should be grateful that you love him so much that you are here trying to save the last bit of his crumbling empire. But like I said, it really isn't up to me."

I measured her reaction. It was exactly what I expected.

"But it isn't him you love is it? It's his money. Oh, the irony. He had it, but now in the irony of all ironies, he'll have to give it me. And you, once again, will have nothing. What? You don't think you can find another rich sugar daddy to fuck for money? I think you are selling yourself short. You've still got a hot body. You'll land on your feet. Or, in your case, probably your back."

"It wasn't like that."

I am not sure I had ever laughed so hard in my life. She couldn't possibly think it was different. But her body language was defensive and her eyes told me she did. I was momentarily taken aback. Could she not know? Was that even possible?

"Oh. My. God. You don't know."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

I didn't say anything for awhile, quickly doing the mental math. But I couldn't find any pitfalls. After months of interviews and depositions and discovery motions, it was all part of the record. If she really didn't know, he had to know she would find out. I wouldn't be hurting the case telling her something that was soon to be public knowledge.

"You're right. It wasn't like that at all. I am just talking out of turn. It was all innocent. Right?"

"Yes."

It was almost a whisper and I considered asking her to repeat it. But I didn't.

"Sure, he was just reaching out to the families of his employees making sure that everyone was aware of the situation at the plant. Making sure everyone was preparing for the worst case scenario. Of course, he was paying special attention to the most venerable of the group, the mid-level management. We were the most at risk. And he felt his personal attention was necessary."

She was listening with intent, but I had no idea what she was thinking.

"So he invited you to lunch to give you a heads up. Of course nothing had been decided yet. It was all just preliminary. And every so often he would give you a call, to give you the inside information on how the process of evaluating employees was coming along. Then a few more casual lunches. A few more phone calls."

"And then he changed his tactics. He poured his heart out. The stress of holding so many lives in the balance of his decisions was just too much to bear. The things he had been offered to save peoples jobs were so shocking. Money. Sexual favors."

It really must have been shocking for Melanie because her eyes were as wide as I had ever seen them. I walked over to my desk as I talked, searching for the right file. When I found it I continued my narration.

"And that is when you sealed our fates. That was the moment that he won and I lost. The moment when your trust in me as a man, as a father, as a husband, as a provider lost out to your greed. That is when you gave him your body and destroyed my entire world."

I slid the papers across the table. She stared down at them for awhile as if they would burn her fingers if she touched them.

I had never actually seen the lists and I always assumed that their existence was a myth. But my publisher's attorneys had combed through thousands of documents revealed during the discovery process. The one she was holding was not all that interesting, except that my name was at the top of the list of employees to keep. According to the dates, it would have been one of the first lists produced, maybe even the first.

The second was far more interesting. Sure, the names were the same. But the second list had John Davis' almost incoherent notes. Check marks by several names. And my name and one other crossed off with a single red line, mine annotated with one word, 'Melanie'. There was only one other name marked that way. The attorneys couldn't believe he had kept it. Then again, he always was an idiot.

The third list was printed on his own letterhead and marked 'FINAL' and, not surprisingly, my name no longer appeared.

Her eyes darted back and forth in a mental query that I am sure provided an answer that she wouldn't believe.

"And now you're wondering, 'How could he possibly know all that?'."

She was staring back at me, with her mouth slightly open. Dumbfounded was not a good look for her.

"You'll figure it out. You're stupid, but not that stupid. You know what I mean?"

The urge for another drink was strong. So I rose from my chair and went into the kitchen. I dropped a few ice cubes in a glass, and pushed it into the refrigerator opening to fill it with filtered water. If I had learned anything, it was never to give into my urges. Decisions made after careful planning and analysis of the potential consequences were more pragmatic. That, and the fact that being drunk in the same room as Melanie seemed to be asking for trouble.

"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy." — Steve Martin

"Since we're just getting everything out in the open, I guess I am curious about something. Did you EVER love me?"

Melanie had been staring at the documents for about twenty minutes. After about five minutes I could see that her grip tightened and her hands were shaking. A few minutes later her completely stoic expression returned. She hadn't said another word the entire time, so I had decided to break the silence. Apparently, she wasn't interested in answering my question because she moved her head just enough to meet my gaze, and then quickly looked away.

I would have been paying closer attention to Melanie but I just couldn't wrap my brain around why she was sitting in my loft. I definitely had questions and I wanted answers, but I couldn't even go there because her sudden appearance just didn't make any sense.

It hadn't even been forty-eight hours since Mr. Moneypants' lawyers had requested a settlement conference. My attorney and the attorney's for my publisher had thrown a bit of impromptu celebration that night, seeing that move as all but admitting defeat. But in a world ruled by sharks, these guys were the killer whales. They didn't shy away from a fight, they wanted one, went looking for one and did everything in their power to make sure they found one. Victory wasn't enough. They enjoyed humiliating people.

I am certain that none of them had read my book. Everything I wrote spoke against everything they stood for. And, yet, it was nice to have them around. Having been on the other side of table, with only righteousness on my side, and getting summarily crushed, had not been a fun experience. So, yeah, I could have easily, and correctly, been labeled a hypocrite. But I hadn't started down this path, so I happily went along for the ride.

I was lost in those thoughts when I took another long look at Melanie. She was as beautiful a woman as she had ever been. I smiled at the thought that I had been right all along. I had often told her that she would just get hotter with age. I honestly didn't have any idea why she had gotten all dolled up for me. She looked like she was ready for a night on the town, or more accurately a night on the prowl, and that's when it hit me.

"Holy shit! HE sent you here!"

I am not sure I had ever seen Melanie so angry. In fact, I am not certain I had ever seen her angry at all. When we had been married, even during our worst argument, she had never been angry. Disappointed? Sure. Annoyed? Absolutely. Scared? More than I apparently had known. It was the main reason her betrayal had been so devastating. In an ocean of improbable outcomes, with wave after wave crashing to the shore, in my mind, Melanie abandoning me would have been a continent away. Even now, after years of self examination and a disciplined and sustained rebuilding of my confidence, I knew I would never be the same. Soul mates never give up on each other. But mine did.

Sure, he had to be desperate. The lawsuits and attorney fees totaled twelve million dollars. He was rich, that much was certain, but he wasn't that rich. The sharks thought, in the end, that judge would award almost seven million in judgments. They tried to explain their calculations to me once. My book was called property and had a valuation, and his lawsuit had been frivolous and without merit and they had amassed a mountain of evidence to prove that he, and his lawyer, knew that very fact. It all sounded like the person spewing the better bull shit was going to win.

Still, his mistake wouldn't leave him penniless, but it would be damn close. And, without a source of income, like the silver platter, cushy job he had been handed before, that outcome would be devastating.

It was the only thing that made sense. He had sent her. To stop me. In a final attempt to save the only thing that really mattered to him. Money.

"He needed a wife and a family."

Melanie looked up, but still didn't respond. I knew for certain that she had no idea what I was talking about. I had to admire his ability to keep her in the dark. I had never been able to hide even the smallest secret from her, mostly because the guilt would have eaten me alive. I guess a conscience wasn't one of John Davis' concerns.

"A few members of the board of directors started asking him questions. Why didn't he have a family? When was he going to stop with the long list of woman and partying? It wasn't that they gave a shit about him, or the women for that matter, but it had the potential to be problematic for the company. You can't have your next CEO caught up in sex scandal. It's bad for business. He just flat out asked Stephanie Carmichael to marry him for the money. Of course, she was banging him for cash, so he probably thought she'd just agree."

Stephanie was what most people would call a slut, or at least that was the rumor around the plant, and her husband David was what I called an ass. 

I never had any firsthand knowledge of their exploits, but I had heard the stories. Most of the time rumors are just that, but in their case, I had always believed they might be true. Stephanie Carmichael was always the woman showing a little too much skin, wearing the outfit that was just a little inappropriate, and saying something that could easily have meant something much, much different. Her husband was always the guy talking about what a hot piece of ass his wife was and trying to get guys to admit they were checking her out. I always thought she was pretty good looking for a former daytime stripper. Of course, the contents of her resume might have been just a rumor, too. Still, what would have been laughable stories about anyone else, actually seemed plausible for them. One night stands, wild house parties, swinging, pictures and videos on the internet. I had no idea if any of those things were true.

What I did know, for certain, was that David Carmichael's was the other name crossed off the infamous list, with Stephanie's name written in right next to it. And David had mysteriously disappeared immediately following his termination. Also, though I had always thought she was a very ditzy bleached blonde, she apparently wasn't as dumb as she often looked.

"She has the gift tax records to prove it. Three years worth. He gave her almost a hundred and fifty grand for the twice a week treatment."

Stephie, the name she seemed to prefer, had spilled the beans on Davis' little seduction scheme. She also made no bones about fucking him for money.

"We had an arrangement. He was generous with his gifts and I showed him my appreciation as best I could, every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon at the condo that he leased for me. My husband and I appreciated his gifts, but as soon as my Davie finished nursing school and came home, I dropped that fat fucker and his tiny dick."

She also had no problem giving a very convincing explanation of why he was still picking up a little on the side for years after he married Melanie.

I looked right at Melanie as I finished my next sentence.

"Apparently, he was looking for something he couldn't get at home. Like anal and blow jobs."

I wasn't certain Stephanie had been telling the truth, until I saw the look in Melanie's eyes. Then I knew for certain.

"Of course, she could be making it up. Because that certainly doesn't sound like the woman I married."

I could tell she was about to lose it. It had been almost an hour since she had even made a sound. I decided it was if I was ever going to have my pound of flesh it would have to be soon.

"So what did he tell you when he sent you here?"

"He told me to get you to stop the lawsuits by any means necessary."

"Does he pimp you out often or just when he is about to lose his fortune?"

"He's not my pimp. He's my husband."

"Hey, no judgment here. I know, first hand, what that tight little body of yours can do to a man. It makes you believe things that in reality just can't possibly be true. So, when are we going to get to the 'by any means necessary' part of the show? Because, to be honest, the persuasive argument portion has become a little tedious."

"What's it going to take?"

She said it with such a lack of conviction. It was the only time that I allowed myself to feel even the tiniest amount of sorrow for her. It was just beyond my understanding. How could someone so beautiful, so full of life, so energetic, have such a lack of self confidence? How could that person let themselves be used in such a way? For money?

Honestly, I understood the appeal at least a little. My favorite chair had cost me well over a thousand dollars. When we furnished our first apartment, I am not sure Melanie and I spent that much on everything we owned. So, yeah, it was extravagant. It was also comfortable as shit. 

Still, there was no doubt in my mind that I would trade every one of my extravagances to have just one more day alone with Melanie in our dumpy, little, first apartment. To have things be the way they were. I guess that just made us different people.




Discovery



"Like I said before, even if I could stop it I wouldn't. I think you should go home, to your husband, and tell him I wasn't even interested in his offer. Take your skanky ass back to him, get together and talk about how you are going to get through this rough period in your life. I am certain, with a love as strong as yours, you'll make it through."

I watched her. I watched her perfect fucking lips that I wanted to suck on, and kiss, and bite. I watched her beautiful silk blouse, peel away from her stunning neckline, ever so slightly, revealing just a trace of her very thin, and probably equally expensive lingerie. It took all my will power not to rip it from her body, sending buttons flying, for one more glimpse of her impossibly perky tits. But, I didn't.

"After all, soul mates never give up on each other."

I waited for the tear, but it never came. Oh, sure, the water built up in her eyes and I thought for one moment, she might let it spill over. But she didn't. I had to give her credit, at least for that.

"Get the fuck out of my house. And don't ever bring your whoring ass back."

"Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go it's pretty damn good." — Woody Allen

Our chat had lasted a couple of hours, but I hadn't planned on fucking her. To be honest I hadn't given it much thought at all. There were too many other thoughts swirling in my mind. The weeks prior to that night had been full of surprises. But she was beautiful. And I was a man. And she did offer.

"What does a girl have to do to get a refill around here?"

I took her glass and walked into the kitchen. I refilled it with her wine of choice and returned with her glass and the bottle.

"I read your book. Twice."

I would have responded with a witty comment or a sincere thank you, if I hadn't been mesmerized by the site in front of me. I would have had a better chance at finding my words if I hadn't been wondering what had happened to her blouse, feeling a little bit sorry for myself because I had missed its disappearing act. Fortunately, I was able to watch as she removed her skirt.

"And I couldn't help but wonder if all those adventures, if all that self discovery, if all that..." 

She continued as she stood there in her almost transparent black bra and matching, but remarkably, skimpy panties. My thoughts wandered to the pure decorative quality of her lingerie, because even though her breasts appeared to be much larger than necessary for her small frame, they were standing firm and high all on their own, gaining absolutely no support from the flimsy, see through material. A fact that was confirmed moments later, when she reached behind her back with one hand and, in a practiced motion, undid the clasp of her bra and let the garment float to the ground. I marveled when her breasts didn't move at all.

"...exploration...would make you a better fuck."

"I've been told I'm fairly impressive."

"Oh, I have no doubt..."

I stood firm until she turned around and traced her hands down the backs of her long, slim legs and carefully undid the straps of her heels. As she stepped out of her shoes, her thong disappeared into the crack of her ass, and I wouldn't have believed it was there, had I not seen it from the front.

"...but you'll forgive me if I don't want to take your word for it."

My cock sprang to attention, painfully fighting for release from my jeans. I marched behind her, pushing her forward with my hips, towards the wall on the far end of the room. My hands reached forward to cup her breasts, with her hands following after mine. My lips and teeth nipped the base of her neck and her earlobes and her shoulder. My attack increased with every one of her gasps.

She reached her hands above her head, in a desperate search for mine, but, as our momentum carried us into the wall, I grabbed them and held them against it with my left hand. I ground my erection into her ass as my other hand swept down from her breasts, across her toned stomach, and caught a trace of cool wetness on the outside of her panties.

I held her there, for just a moment, letting her feel my presence engulf her from behind as my hand teased her, tickled her most intimate spot, from the front. Her breathing was ragged, so I waited for it to calm. And when it did, I used my knees to spread her legs wider and slid my hand underneath her lace and into her hot, wet channel for the first time just before I whispered into her ear.

"You are going to come so many times."

"Promises, promis....oh, fuck ME!"

She almost screeched her words when I ripped the panties off her waist. I felt fortunate that they were, in fact, as flimsy as they appeared.

She came on my hand that first time. It hadn't really taken all that much effort and I couldn't really take credit for it. Her clit had been ready to burst almost from the first swipe of my fingers. Clearly, we couldn't let that be the end. That would never do.

She felt weightless as I quickly lifted her, as she fell away from the wall, and carried her to the bed. I playfully tossed her on her backside as she giggled. Her brunette curls framed her angelic face, but her deep brown eyes didn't do much to hide the fire behind them.

My mouth was on hers almost instantly, my tongue searching for a home amidst her hot breath.

"Give it to me, tiger. Give me that cock," she whispered.

"Tsk,tsk, precious. I'll give you what you want..." Kiss. "...in a few" Suck. "...short" Lick. "...hours."

Delayed gratification. It was the best lesson I had ever learned.

I had kissed my way down her chin and neck, suckled on her breast and lapped at the dainty sweat that was beading on her stomach, in search of my destination. I had to know if she tasted as heavenly as her sweet aroma promised.

Delightfully, I found that she did. And I spent an appropriate amount of time worshipping her pretty little pussy. First, with my lips. Suckling each and every inch around her opening. Then, with my breath, blowing a coolness across the heat of her loins. And, finally, with my teeth, gently teasing her open for the pleasure I hoped to give her.

It was several minutes more before I allowed my tongue to taste her juices, my arms underneath her legs, my hands high above my head, teasing her rock hard nipples. I lapped at her opening, taking my fill of her offering. The timbre of her voice sent a jolt of electricity to my raging hard-on every time it passed her lips.

"So fucking good."

"Oh, god. Please don't stop."

"Right there. Oh. Right. Fucking. There."

I pinched her nipples, briefly, as I sucked her clit for the first time. Her excited gasp spurring me on.

I pulled my left hand underneath us, and moved my right hand to hold her down, firmly, just above her pussy. As I slid first one and then two of my fingers from my left hand into her hot channel, I could feel her wetness dripping on the bed. That is when I began fucking her with my fingers, and sucking her clit in earnest. Probing and pushing for the one spot to take her over the edge. She let me know when I found it.

"OH, MY FUCKING FUCK."

Her hands shot to grab my hair, and pull me towards her opening, as her feet locked behind my shoulders. I clamped on to her with my mouth with one final breath, eagerly waiting for my reward. It came seconds later as she literally gushed across my face.

"Yes. YES. FUCKING YE......UNNNGGGHHH!!!"

When her hips stopped pressing into me, and her spent body sank back into the mattress, I crawled up the bed and sat back on my knees. I watched her chest rise and fall as I stood and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I watched her eyes fall down my torso as I removed my jeans and my boxers, her eyes stopping as my cock finally sprang free and stood at attention.

"Oh, goody. You're finally going to let him play, too."

I crawled back between her legs and entered her in one smooth, gentle motion. She hissed as the base of my cock brushed against her still sensitive parts. And I held myself there, rooted deep within her, as she kissed me. Tentatively at first, then with ever growing passion. She squeezed me with her pussy, and I flexed myself inside her. 

I think she was shocked when her next orgasm overtook her so quickly. We had barely moved, my hips holding her firmly in place. But I cherished the feel of her hands pulling my body towards her as she trembled, once again, beneath me. And that's when I started to fuck her, rolling one orgasm into the next with long slow strokes. Moments later, I was pounding her with all my effort, her body so responsive, her eyes searching mine, when my own release overwhelmed me and I collapsed, exhausted onto her.

Her gentle fingers tracing my lower spine awakened me from my blissful rest.

"Jesus Christ, Brayden. Your ex was a fucking idiot." 

"Oh, Julie. You say the sweetest things."

"The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself." — Eddie Vedder

Julie stayed with me every night for the next four months, while the judgments wound their way through probate court. We fucked like newlyweds during her entire stay, though she always said, no matter how spectacular the sex was, she was going back to New York as soon as the lawsuits were over. I didn't begrudge her, in any way. Baby sharks, with only a few hours of law school left, don't hang around the shallow end of the pool, no matter how many times they come on your cock.

Still, the time I spent with her, brief as it was, was amazing.

That first night we were together, she had been at my condo, explaining the latest lawsuit. That one from my daughter, who was suing me to save her inheritance.

I can't say, with any credibility, that I didn't know that Melanie was angry when she left that night. Furious even. But I can say, that I honestly thought she was mad at me. Maybe for turning her down or for stealing what she rightfully earned on her back. Apparently, I had been wrong.

I can't imagine what it must have been like for him. I know I was devastated when Melanie didn't choose me when faced with something as common as a corporate downsizing. 

But, then again, the coroner's report was inconclusive. John Davis may have never known. Hours after she left me, and drunk enough to barely maintain consciousness, Melanie shot him. Once. Right in the dick. Bullet fragments severed his femoral artery. Then she turned the gun on herself. 

He bled out, quickly they said. She, most likely, died immediately. But, no one could say for sure if he lived long enough to know she would rather kill herself than fuck him when he was poor.

I can't imagine what that must have felt like. But, I hope he had at least a moment to really give it some thought.

Anyway, I spent days being angry at Melanie. Not, for me, but for her daughter. As fucked up as Melanie was, her daughter needed her. No, April hadn't given me any indication that she and Melanie were close, in fact probably the exact opposite. Still, she was a lost little girl the one and only time she had come to see me. She didn't remember me, at least the real me, at all. That surprised me a great deal. I thought she would have been old enough to remember. But memories can be replaced by lies when you hear them often enough. She clearly didn't believe me when I said that, once, long ago, we had been happy. Together. And a family. And now, there would be no one left who could confirm it.

One picture on a wall of hundreds, couldn't, and didn't, change her mind. She was bitter at Melanie's funeral, which I completely understood. Unfortunately, months later, it seemed I was still enemy number one, with little hope of changing her opinion. When, the ruling finally came down, and her inheritance was all but lost, she rushed out of court room, barely escaping a contempt charge for the profanity laden tirade she left in her wake.

That was the last I saw of her. And, I don't have much hope that I will ever see her again. The bond I hoped we would always have, seemed as fragile as the one that had been between her mother and me. But, maybe fathers and daughters are different. Maybe Mr. and Mrs. John Davis didn't permanently poison her against me. And, someday, she'll know that she can always count on her dad for help.

Or, maybe, she'll find herself out there in the big wide world. Or maybe find her soul mate. Hopefully, one that won't give up on her.



Discovery



My name is Scott and my best friend Tommy and I, had just turned 18 and both still lived in the same houses that we grew up in. His was on the corner of the street, five houses down from mine. Growing up as a couple of geeky kids, neither of us were, let's say very popular with the ladies. As we began our senior year of high school, our "lady companion" choices were looking even more grim than the previous year.

Tommy and I attended a more affluent high school in the burbs. Not saying that being more upper class automatically makes you more beautiful but for some reason, our school was LOADED with hot young girls. And if there was a sport to be played, most of the guys in the school would be on the team. Go figure, a couple of geeks like us attending a school where the majority of the student body were jocks and cheerleader types.

About a month into the year, we were at Tommy's house and came across his dad's porn collection. We both simultaneously let out a "kewl" expression and immediately grabbed a couple of the random VHS's and headed to the living room. "Damn, I love this shit and my dad's had this secret stash the whole time but he is also gone allot, sooo" tommy jokingly scowled.

The next thing that came from his mouth would set a chain of events in motion that could have quite literally changed our lives.

"Hey Scott, do you watched allot of porn and do you jack off when you watch it" is the question he presented to me. 

What I noticed about the way he asked was that it was a more serious I really want to know, tone. Not a HAHA you play with your dick you loser, tone. Being kind of caught off guard by his question, I blurted out, "NO, I mean YES, I mean NO."

With a puzzled look on his face, he replied "well which one is it?"

Now having had a second to actually let the question sink in and examining the blotched answer, I concluded that my answer would have been the correct one.

"Both of them." After pausing for a second I continued. "No, I have not seen allot of porn, and yes, I do jack off when I do watch it."

"Very kewl, so do I" was all he said in return after which he knelt in front of the TV and put the Tape in the player. 

Returning to the couch we were sitting on, he seemed excited about watching the video. I was also, but I am not normally as animated as he was. As it loaded up, we commented on the boobs, asses and pussies of the girls in the advertisements. Not wanting to miss a single girl, we let the commercials go on. And on they went for what seemed to be forever. None the less, we were having a good time judging them. As strange as I thought it was, even while Tommy and I sit on the same couch laughing and joking, I was feeling the slight sense of arousal from the images that I was seeing on the screen.

"Hell yeah, here we go" he said with excitement as the commercials finally finished and the movie began.

The first scene of the movie began with this hot blond fingering herself. Again, my attention was drawn to the fact that my semi-flaccid penis was enjoying what my eyes were seeing as it started to slowly fill with blood. Tommy was obviously also enjoying what he was seeing as he more frequently changed and shifted his body position.

As the scene continued, the masturbating girl was interrupted by this guy walking in on her. He walked over to her undoing his paints along the way. Once he was bedside, he tugged his massive cock out and offered it to her waiting mouth. For a moment, I noticed that Tommy had stopped shifting so much. I wondered if he stopped because he was now totally hard under the fabric of his Levi's or if the introduction of a guy had an adverse effect and he was losing what was making him so uncomfortable, his erection. One thing was for sure, he was kind of in a trance, totally oblivious to anything around him.

Pulling his cock from her mouth, he spun her around so that she would be face down with her ass in the air. Climbing in behind her, he positioned and then shoved his, what had to be eight inches long and thick cock right to the base. As he began pounding her from behind, my curiosity of why Tommy stopped squirming was answered. Glancing at Tommy, I was surprised to see him caressing and rubbing his cock through his jeans. 

I was feeling a bit strange to be sitting here with another guy rubbing his dick while we sat there watching porn and now I have a throbbing hard-on pressuring the bondage of my own pants. I felt as if I should leave and let him do his thing but with the state of trance he was in, I concluded that the reason for my own rock hard erection was not only from what I was seeing on the screen but more importantly, the pseudo voyeurism that I was partaking in.

Fuck it, I'll hang out. It's not like I "really" have someone sitting next to me. I said to myself. Now with my cock screaming for some attention, I watch Tommy as I start rubbing myself through my jeans. It didn't even phase him, his eyes glued to the screen.

The next scene was with a couple of girls gearing up for some lesbian love. Having only seen photo spreads in my magazine stash, I have never actual seen two girls in action so now I was fixated. Only after a cold, damp feeling caused by a growing wet spot snapped me back to the situation. What I saw, as I glanced at Tommy, was simply awesome. He had undone his Levis and had his bare cock in his hand, stroking it up and down.

I was torn between watching these two smoking hot girls licking each others wet pink pussies or watching this real person sexually pleasuring them self a mere couple of feet away. Tommy's cock was almost as long as mine but significantly thinner, not pencil dick but my cock would be noticeably thicker. I sat there feeling more uncomfortable in my pants as I continued to watch Tommy pound his fist repeatedly on his shaft.

As I turned back to the screen, I couldn't take it anymore. There was a close-up of one of the girls straddling the others face. I reached down and undid my button and zipper, releasing the painful pressure from my hard cock.

Almost simultaneously as soon as I took a good grip of my cock did I hear a slight groan come from next to me on the couch. I looked over and saw that for the first time since the movie started, Tommy was not staring at the screen anymore; he was staring at my cock. I had stopped stroking myself as if I had been caught or something. Without missing a beat he continued fisting his cock as he looked at my eyes and then back to the screen.

With the slight Tommy generated rocking motion of the couch and the girl on the screen mashing her dripping pussy onto the other girls wanting mouth, I once again started to pull at my seven inch tool. This time, it wasn't a groan I had heard but instead an out of the blue question.

Sitting there watching the girls, stroking our cocks, Tommy spoke out. "Have you ever sat on your hand to put it to sleep and then jack off, giving you the feeling that it is someone else's hand?"

"Sure, I guess" I replied. Again not that the situation was weird enough but now I am talking to another guy as we both sit there stroking our dicks.

"Do you want to try it" he says.

"Try what, sit on our hands and put them to sleep?" I said.

He chuckled a little and replied, "no, someone else's hand."

Never before had the thought of another male doing anything to me or me doing anything to another guy ever cross my mind. Not knowing how to react, I told him, "nah, it's all good, I'll have to pass."

"Oh come on, I'm jacking off, your jacking off, we're watching hot chick's eating each other's sloppy cunts. Why not do each other? Just imagine that it is someone else stroking your cock and while you are stroking mine. Come on It'll be fun" he explained. 

Before I could respond, he had already slid his hand to my crotch and took a large handful of my cock in his fist.

Stiffening my body at the sudden assault, I froze not knowing if I should beat his ass for doing this or what. What I did know was that the warm touch of another's hand wrapped around my shaft was unlike anything I had felt before, no matter whose hand it was.

Sensing my stiffness but lack of refusal, he knew I was unknowingly ok with what he was doing. "Relax man and just go with it," he said as he started to slowly pump my cock through his grip.

As his hand worked up its speed until he was completely jacking me off, he knew that I had reached my, "I don't give a shit anymore" attitude. 

At that point he stopped, stood up and said, "let's get these pants off and out of our way." As he said that, he clasped his fingers around his waist band, pushing his pants and boxers to the floor. I didn't give a shit anymore so I also jumped up and quickly shed my pants and boxers.

After pulling my last pant leg off my foot, I looked up. Tommy was pulling his shirt over his head, but more importantly is the fact that I am staring straight at his junk a mere few inches from my face. I oddly paused to study it for a second before straightening up and taking my shirt off.

"Kick ass" he said, "let's get back the video."

With that, I sat back down on the couch with Tommy in short trail. This time, when Tommy sat down, he wasn't at the other end of the couch. No, he was right next to me. His hips were pressed against mine as was his leg to mine. Tommy grabbed his dick and again started to stroke it. I quickly followed suit with my own.

The scene on the video was now of a girl and two guys. She had both of their cocks rubbing together as she attempted to suck them both at the same time. It didn't take long and Tommy had moved his hand under mine and pushed it away, leaving only his hand stroking my shaft. He worked his hand in a way that told me that he jacks off probably as much as I do. Seeing those two guy getting pleasure from a blowjob while their dicks are smashed together gave me a little more confidence. I reached my hand out and slid it down the length of his dick before wrapping my fingers around it.

The someone else's hand theory was actually having the reverse effect on me, what I would call, "the someone else's dick theory." As I slowly slid my hand up and then down, I couldn't help but to notice how different the feeling was. Not really the physical feeling but more of the physiological feeling. I mean it basically felt the same as mine, it had the same soft fleshy skin, the bumps and ridges down the shaft are all familiar to me.

What it didn't have was feeling. I mean I was jacking off, my hand felt it and my cock felt it but my mind was in a confused state as to why my cock wasn't feeling what my hand was doing.

It just wasn't my cock that was receiving the rewards of my handjob. Of course it was his hand pounding away on my cock. It was feeling incredible and only made me want to work harder on him. I began to feel the slick precum starting to ooze from the tip, coating my fingers and his shaft instantly. As with my own cock when I masturbate, the technique changed from a pumping, stroking motion to now a slippery sliding motion.

With the new addition of his natural lubrication, I paid more attention to the nice smooth head, sliding it between my fingers and just massaged it with my fist. His hard wet cock responded to the new sensation by jumping in my hand and giving another large flow of the clear slick fluid. It was also the first time that he vocally acknowledged what was happening as he took in a deep breath and then let it out with a satisfied moan.

It was still a little strange that as of twenty minutes ago, I had never thought about a guy sexually. Now I am sitting here giving him the best handjob I could possible give to myself while he masterfully works my hard dick. I knew that what we were doing would have been called gay, but at that moment I didn't care, it was simply someone else pleasuring my cock. My hand was also very familiar with the feel of a hard cock sliding around its grasp so it wasn't difficult to find my rhythm.

Not that the girls hot juicy pussy being fucked wasn't enough to excite my dick but now one guy is sliding his cock all over the other guys as he searches for the tight hole that is already stuffed with dick, making the visual stimulation even hotter. Both Tommy and I, very much enjoying the physical and visual stimulation, started to squirm around on the couch and moan louder and more frequently. Obviously, not knowing his sexual stamina, I didn't know how close I was to bringing him off. What I did know is that not having control of what was happening to my own cock was getting me dangerously close to blowing what could only be the largest and most powerful orgasm that I would have experienced to that point.

I dropped my hand down to his balls only to find a very tight scrotum indicating his impending release. Returning to his sloppy shaft and head, I watched the two cocks on the screen sliding around the wet quiver that now easily accepted the two large cocks. Unlike any money shot that I had seen before, the two swords that were fighting deep within her hole started to become coated with the hot white sperm that one of the cocks must have deposited deep inside her womb. As both shafts were covered in man jizz, it was unclear which cock, if not both, had exploded inside her.

It became clear as to what happened as one guy pulled his cum covered cock out and with the help of a few strokes, sprayed his own hot cum onto her awaiting asshole. Jet after long jet of his man juice splashed off of her pink bud and ran down into her parted labia and around the slowly deflating dick that was still buried deep inside her sloppy cum filled hole. There was a mixture of cum everywhere, starting from the top of her ass crack to the globs that were dripping from her hard clit and everything in between. This must have been too much for Tommy as he started to uncontrollably buck his hips trying to fuck my hand that encircled it. Within a few seconds of watching this guy blow his load on the screen, I felt Tommy's cock swell followed by the new sensation of a copious amount of hot liquid flooding my fingers and hand. It continued to pulse out load after load in an orgasm I thought would never end. 

As the tip of Tommy's cock fed my hand the last of his deposit, I had to stop due to my own intense orgasm requiring every ounce of energy my body could muster. I was stuck in suspended animation as my balls tightened up ready to explode.

When my cock did finally give up the fight and let go, it ruptured with such intensity the first rope of cum shot powerfully over my head and beyond the couch. The next hit me straight above my eyes, centered on my forehead and right cheek. There must have been five or six more spurts that Tommy caught in his hand as he violently milked my cock. Finally, my cock had given all the hot semen that it could.

With Tommy's jizz coating my hand and mine covering his, we both grabbed our own cum covered cocks, combining the juices and gave ourselves a few last afterglow courtesy strokes while watching the girl clean all of the cum off the two spent dicks with her mouth.

After a minute of sitting there with our withering dicks in our hands, I looked at Tommy and said, "Did that just really happen?"

He blurted out, "hell yeah it did, and it was awesome."

"You got that right, now only if we can get a girl to do it" I said as we started to laugh.

Tommy looked up at the clock and said, "Speaking of girls, we better get cleaned up before my mom comes home."



Discovery



Ruth had been through a year that could only be labeled as devastating. She had turned forty just two short months ago and did not want to embrace the fact. The second of her two children moved on and out and was no longer there to nurture and care for. But most of all, her husband of twenty one years had suddenly and unexpectedly told her in no uncertain terms that he was done with their marriage and was divorcing her. 

That is what hurt the most. Hadn't she always taken care of him, tried to do the best she could for him? She always kept herself in shape and did her best to look attractive for him, even when he insisted that she dress more provocatively then she would like.

She always took care of his needs, never denying herself to him when he wanted her. Even when all he wanted was for her to go down on him and then roll over and go to sleep leaving her frustrated and craving her own release. 

They had married out of high school and she had only known one other man in an intimate fashion. Their sex life had been mundane by most standards. Once or twice a week she could expect a quick fuck with little to no regard about her own needs and desires. He would crawl into bed, never noticing that she had gone out of her way to look as sexy and desirable as she could possibly make herself for him. He may kiss her a few times and then the inevitable. 

He would put his hand on the top of her head, push her down until she started to suck and fondle his cock and balls. With his hand gripping her hair he would force her to take all of his hardening cock into her mouth and throat. When he was in the mood for more he would eventually roll her over and slide into her, fucking her until he gained his orgasm, then drift off to sleep.

Most of the time Ruth would eventually drift off into a fitful sleep feeling frustrated and alone even with her husband there beside her. When the desire was to great she would wait until he was asleep and use her fingers to gain some release. 

Her life feel into a routine of going to work, coming home to her empty little apartment, reading or perhaps a little television, a glass of wine and then off to bed to start over the next day.

And then her life started to take a drastic change of course.

It was a Saturday in August, the temperature had soared and she was restless and bored. Ruth decided to take a swim in the pool in her apartment complex, something she seldom did. She put on her one-piece bathing suit, grabbed her sunglasses and a towel and headed down to the pool. There were a few people there when she arrived, but being early in the day it wasn't overly crowded. For the next half an hour she swam and relaxed in the cooling water.

Pulling herself up over the edge, she decided to find a place to get a little sun on her pale skin. She hadn't noticed him arrive, it must have been while she was in the pool and oblivious to her surroundings. 

He was lying on one of the lounge chairs reading a book as she walked past, heading for that area as there were fewer people and more sun to lay herself out in. She noticed out of the corner of her eye as he lowered his book and looked at her. She glanced his way just in time to see his eyes move down her body unashamed at the way he moved them over her breasts, her hips and down her legs. She felt like she should have taken offense but the way his eyes moved over her caused a tingling in her belly and her nipples to tighten up against her wet bathing suit. She gave up a little gasp at the sensation, as it was something new to her, something unexpected.

She draped her towel over one of the chaise lounges across from him and laid back, situating herself to make the best of the sun. 

Even with her eyes closed she could sense him, his eyes taking in her body, something animal like about the way he looked at her. Her husband had seldom even noticed, no matter how hard she tried, to appreciate the way she kept herself looking good for him. Having this man she didn't even know drinking in every curve and swell of her body was having an effect on her. She could feel herself dampening, the tingling in her belly growing. 

Using her sunglasses as a shield to hide behind she looked at him. He must have been older then her, late forties early fifties perhaps? He had dark brown eyes that seemed to pierce her soul; able to look deep inside of her and see everything she wanted to hide. 

His body was not as fit as hers; he carried a few extra pounds, but nothing that was objectionable. His features were pleasant in a rough weather worn look that spoke of years of being outdoors in his profession. He wasn't someone she would generally take interest of in passing. But there was something about the way he would steel glances at her without trying to hide it, how his eyes moved over her that excited something in her she wasn't aware existed. 

It started innocently enough; the tingling in her dampening pussy was starting to get the best of her. She started to tense and release the muscles deep inside of her watching from behind her glasses as his eyes seemed to sear her body like fire. 

Her dampness was growing and the sensation was intensifying with each passing moment. She tried hard as she could to keep from letting the sensations get the best of her. 

And then it happened. She saw a sly grin spread across his face as he caught her thighs squeezing together against her will. He knew that she was trying to control her actions and failing. The fact that he knew what she was doing both mortified her, and at the same time triggered something inside of her she hadn't felt in so long. She couldn't help herself. She exploded into orgasm, her body tightening and quivering from head to toe. She had to bite down on her towel to keep from crying out and drawing the attention of everyone else at the pool. Her cheeks felt like fire and she knew they were red and impossible to hide, glancing up she saw his eyes on her and a mischievous grin on his lips. She couldn't believe what had just happened. 

Her shame was unbearable; she had to get out of here and back to the safety of her apartment quickly. As soon as she was able to catch her breath she gathered her things and quickly started to leave. Her muscles were not cooperating after the intense orgasm that had just wracked her body. She had to walk by his chair to get to the gate that led out of the pool and toward safety. As fate would have it that was when she stumbled. She saw him quickly reach out to her as she fell, guiding her into a sitting position on the end of his chase with his strong hand on her arm. The touch electrified her. She sat there for a moment with her head down, not looking up at him. Gently she felt his fingertips under her chin. He raised her head up so she could look into her eyes and brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. 

For the first time she heard his soothing voice, there was something in it that demanded compliance. "Sit down and relax for a moment before you fall over." She was so ashamed that he knew what had happened. He knew she had just exploded into orgasm without a touch, with nothing more then his look driving her over the edge. She blushed even harder and simply said: "Yes Sir".



Discovery



"It's late. Think you should drive home?"

Her question is an expression of concern...and an invitation. That's a relief. You're sitting in your car outside her apartment after a really nice dinner, a great night out and a pretty good amount to drink. You've been re-connecting, finding new things in common, laughing easily and enjoying each other's company. It's been a long time. 

You never dreamed you'd be dating an older woman, let alone your ex-girlfriend's stepmother who is probably close to twice your age, but you two always had a warm vibe during the three years you were dating her stepdaughter. You hadn't seen or heard from either of them for five years after the breakup and then you ran into Julie's stepmom one day on the train to work and you started talking. She was so happy to see you. Your time together just talking was so much fun that you ended up getting together for drinks just to catch up some more. Things went so well that at the end of the night, what was supposed to be a "well, see you whenever' turned into you sharing a warm lingering hug that led to kiss on the cheek to a look in the eye to a lingering goodnight kiss. And so you decided to get together again. 

This time you both lost track of the hour and stayed out until midnight, hitting a bar for a nightcap even though you both have to get up for work in the morning. Now it feels like something really good was about to happen. Something that will beat that long drive home. Something that used to be on the edge of your imagination when you were dating her stepdaughter. You wonder if it was on the edge of hers...

There's an unspoken excitement between you as you leave the car and take the elevator to her apartment. Her place is small but warm and inviting. It's been her home since her divorce two years earlier. "I decided to downsize until I figure out what to do," she says. To your surprise, she hands you a beer from her refrigerator even though you don't really need it, pours herself another glass of wine, and tells you she'll be right back.

So you sit on the sofa and sip your beer and bask in a buzz that's a mix of excitement and nervousness. This could be amazing and you really want it to go right. You've never made love to a much older woman, but you were always intrigued by her especially the many times Julie complained, "JoAnn walks around the house naked. I think she's trying to compete with me or maybe she just likes to show off her body. It's pretty nice for her age." 

JoAnn's experience, as you imagine it compared to yours, is kind of intimidating, but you truly like her and are really turned on by her bubbly, outgoing personality. Back in the day you always felt comfortable and open with her. But this moment feels like it's heading for something that you used to fantasize about any time Julie told you about JoAnn walking around naked.

On a more basic level you love her long thick auburn hair and green eyes—and her wide hips, full thighs and especially her round ass that looks so good in her tight black jeans. You try to contain your heart at the thought her wonders and that tonight will be the night you experience them. The whole scene is really beyond anything you ever imagined would actually happen.

She returns and you sit on her sofa and talk and drink some more until your conversation begins to drift sleepily. It's well past 1 a.m. and you're into that awkward "Will we? Or won't we?" territory. She rests her head on your shoulder, her hand on your thigh as you drain your beer. She looks up at you. You lean in and kiss her. Something deeply amazing awaits. 

You feel her clutching you, her tongue sliding into your mouth, all sweet wine and softness. You kiss her intently, returning her passion, and move on to her neck as you feel her hands sliding up and down your back. Your heart is pounding and you're getting hard. As her breathing intensifies you slowly open her black blouse, fumbling a bit in your wild excitement...

When all the buttons are undone, you discover that she isn't wearing a bra. Her breasts are gorgeous: a little saggy with age but sloped and coming to points with big round pink nipples, like a classic 50s pin-up girl's. Julie used to tell you she was jealous of JoAnn's breasts even though Julie had nothing to worry about. You lean down, your hand softly touching her neck, and slowly lick and suck one nipple and then the other until they are erect. She tastes good and she's moaning softly. Her hand is on the crotch of your jeans, pressing and caressing as your excitement grows. You kiss again, even more passionately as you cup one sexy breast and then the other. Your hand slowly descends between her legs where you feel a wet warmth. She's expecting you.

You can't believe this is actually happening. 

As you lick her nipples, she whispers "yes" so you undo the clasp of her jeans, moving the zipper down. She caresses your bulge as you slide your hand in and discover that she's not wearing panties. Your palm meets a soft patch of hair, your fingers graze hot slickness. 

She's moving now, kissing you, caressing you, responding, purring with desire, so you try to pull her jeans down. She lifts her hips to help you, but the jeans get stuck and she giggles. You start to fumble, feeling embarrassed at your clumsiness with such an experienced older woman. This is like unwrapping a present you can't wait to get to, something new and wonderful that makes your hands shake.

But she stops you.

"Come on," she says, rising and taking your hand. You head into her candle-lit bedroom where she turns to you as you both stand next to the bed. Now you're kissing again, your mutual desire rising. It's easier to slide her unbuttoned jeans down over her wide round hips. The sight of her lush but neatly groomed auburn triangle framed by her full thighs and the black curtain of her open blouse is electrifying, but you're too turned on to stop and fully study her now.

Your mind is reeling at the thought of who you're making love to as she steps out of her jeans, leaving them on the floor. She grabs you and you both fall back on the bed together. You're kissing, running your hands over the incredible softness of her skin, sliding your fingers over and into her warm cunt, feeling the lips part and how wet she is, hearing her moan as she presses her pussy against your hand. You slide two fingers into her, her thighs now widely parted.

You stroke her gently but at an increasing pace, trying to concentrate on making her come. Her pussy is just incredibly sexy and her scent is sweetly beautiful. You feel her hand opening your belt as your lips roam from hers to her neck, pausing as she responds with another moan, then moving down again to each glorious breast, her blouse fully open. She's as good as nude now. Her body is different than Julie's or any other woman you've ever experienced. It's fuller, softer. She has a bit of a belly but it looks good in relation to everything else and you like the freckled almost weathered skin on her chest, the wrinkles around her eyes.

As you suck each hard nipple, you carefully massage the places inside her pussy you think will really please her. To your surprise, she starts shuddering and crying out. The sound she makes is so exciting. Not a porn actress squeal, more like a low sexy moan and gasp. You can feel her spasms on your fingers as she comes. You steadily ease her through her orgasm as her sweet scent fills the air and you think this is pretty amazing. 

Now she's kissing you intently, her breath hot and hard. Then she's rolling on top of you. You caress her hair and pull her face to yours, your tongues exploring each other's. Your hands slide down her back and sides, cupping the cool smoothness of her ample bare ass until she pulls away, slowly descending on you, fully opening your jeans. As her fingers slip inside to squeeze and pull out your hard cock, you hope she likes what she finds.

Moaning softly, she firmly strokes your erection and kisses the head. You want her to take you into her mouth, but she rises. Her lips are on your face, your neck, your chest as she pushes your shirt up and your jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh. Then she rolls over onto her back and pulls you on top of her. Your skin on hers feels so good. Her hand is guiding you into her and now your cock is engulfed in the most wonderful warmth. You take a deep breath and start to stroke in and out, slowly at first, then a little faster each time, always about to lose it but concentrating on finishing after her. You still can't believe you're making it with your ex's stepmother but your excitement is all you can handle. You love the look on her face. No lover has ever seemed to want you so much, and the way she's responding is so exciting.

It doesn't take long. She moans and gasps and you're both gone in an intense, shuddering release that leaves you breathlessly kissing each other's lips, neck and ears in reassurance that this was good. Really good. This feels like it could be really special.

It was a nervous first time, as they usually are, but a great one. After a few minutes of just lying there in the afterglow, she gazes into your eyes, kisses you softly on the tip of your nose, and says, "That was nice." 

"Yes, it was," you reply, relieved while you marvel at how intensely she made you come, how good it felt to get off together, and that it was with her.

"Julie was very lucky to have you," she says. "I used to tell her that."

You don't know what to say except, "Thanks."

"Now I know just how lucky," she says with a wicked smile.

After a few drowsy minutes, she moves out from under you and you watch appreciatively as she rises, wearing only her open black blouse and black knee socks, her hair beautifully disheveled, her eyes dreamy. "Time for bed," she says, blowing out the candles as the scent of your sex fills the air. You rise, clumsily kicking your jeans off your ankles. Your cock is still half hard and glistening cool with her juice. It all feels like a dream.

As you peel off your shirt, she slides under the comforter nude and you're soon in each other's arms, drifting off to sleep. Her breasts against your chest, her warm, plush naked body feels so good against yours. She smells so nice and you're ecstatic to have her company and to have reached this level. As unexpected as this relationship is, it feels like it is going somewhere amazing.

When you awake, you're alone in the bed, naked except for your shirt and socks. It's almost 7 and work awaits you both. Hungover, you rise groggily to find her in the kitchen making coffee, her hair wet from the shower. She's wearing only a black bra. The wide expanse of her bare ass gives you an immediate jolt of excitement. It is without a doubt the most sexy rear you have ever seen.

"Well, good morning!" she says, turning to present you with a mug that you almost fumble as your eyes can't help but lock in on her auburn triangle and fabulous thighs.

"Good morning," you reply, giving her an affectionate kiss.

She reminds you that you both have less than an hour to get to work and says you can use the shower if you like.

Under the stream of hot water, you become intensely aroused again. This day could definitely be hot and bothersome. Against your better judgement you enter the bedroom with your cock fully hard as you towel off, hoping to get lucky once more. 

"Well, look at you!" she says with a sly smile, coming over and gently grasping your erection, planting a kiss and a slow lick on the head before she glances at the clock and returns to the business of slipping on a long black skirt and zipping it up. For a second you wonder if she's wearing panties, but from there she's all hustle and bustle, and you try to catch up so you can both leave on time.

The day has you distracted by memories and visions of the night before and what you hope is to come. You're not going to see her until the weekend and your hangover has left you feeling intensely horny. You miss her, so you text her and thrill to her replies, not getting much done at the office. It's all you can do to get through the day. And when you finally get home, you're so horny you immediately peel off your jeans, sit on the sofa and start stroking yourself into a hard, intense erection while you recall last night. Then the phone rings.

It's her.

"What are you up to?" she asks.

"Funny you should ask," you say.

"And why is that?"

"Uh..nothing. Just thinking of you..."

"That's sweet. What are you thinking?"

"Last night was really nice."

"Yes, it was. I was thinking I could come over Friday night and we could get an early start from your place."

"I like how you think," you reply, and you spend the next several days getting yourself off with fantasy visions of the days she's invited you to spend at her friend's condo on the beach.

So she comes over that Friday night. You order some Chinese food and watch a movie while you share a few beers. When the flick hits a sexy part, her hand slowly moves onto your crotch and you grow hard. She softly presses and squeezes, kissing your neck. You turn and take her into your arms, kissing her, feeling her unbuckling your belt and unzipping your jeans. You're lost in a cloud of lust and desire now. 

She gently pulls your cock out of your underwear, slowly runs the fingertips of her right hand up and down the shaft, almost studying you. "Mmm," she purrs, her head descending as she guides your erection to her mouth, kissing the head before welcoming it into the most exquisite soft warmth. You gaze down appreciatively, softly stroking her hair as you watch her suck and kiss you completely hard. She gives a much more erotic blowjob than Julie ever did, and Julie loved to give head. JoAnn gazes up into your eyes as she makes soft sounds of desire and flicks her tongue from the head, where a big clear drop of precum has oozed out of the slit, down to your balls and back up. You fight to not come yet as she holds your pulsing cock against her cheek, her eyes closed in ecstasy before she takes it back into her mouth more deeply and sucks intently. Her tongue is like velvet. Her hair is beautifully disheveled.

You want this to last, but you're on the verge of coming because of the way she's softly moaning and sighing with lust, so into it as she sucks and licks you. Then she's tugging at your jeans, saying "Take these off." So you oblige, glad for a few moments to contain yourself. 

Now you're naked from the waist down, and as you sit back on the sofa she kneels on the floor. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she spreads your legs and settles in between them, hungrily kissing, sucking, licking—worshipping—your cock. You've never been so hard and excited in your life. The instant her mouth touches the head and engulfs it is sheer ecstasy. She caresses your balls and looks up at you again, smiling while she softly but more rapidly strokes the shaft. You feel her finger on your asshole, gently massaging it, and another thick glistening bead of precum oozes from the slit in the purpling head of your co. She moans "Mmmm" with such lust and eagerly licks it away. You're filled with this horny desire for her to taste your cream and then she looks up at you again and says, "You can come in my mouth..."

As soon as she takes you back in, your release is immediate and amazingly intense. You gasp. She keeps you in her mouth, swallowing everything you give her while making incredible sounds of enjoyment, and in those seconds of ecstasy you feel this primal pride in feeding her your essence. She keeps sucking until you're spent and have to pull away, the sensation is just too much.

"Mmm," she says, kissing your cock as she squeezes out the last of your pearly come, licking it off the tip and rising to kiss you. "That was really good!"

"Definitely," you say, holding her tight. "I want to return the favor..."

You take her hand and lead her to her bedroom. Once there she stands before you and you kiss her, lifting her black sleeveless top until she takes it off, leaving only her black bra. As you kiss, you unclasp her jeans and slide them down. She's wearing only the skimpiest of black thongs. She slowly lowers it and you drop to your knees, kissing her thighs and her bush, her lush mat of soft red curls neatly trimmed. She's applied some perfume there, a very sexy touch, but it's her natural scent that attracts you.

She grasps your head, bends over and kisses the top of it, then lies back on the bed, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening, swollen excitement. You kiss her there, lick her and you're suddenly in love with her cunt. It's beautiful and delicious, fragrant, sweet and tangy. She pulls your face into her as you lick and suck, gently but hungrily, her juices on your face. Your lips and tongue move to her soft stomach, the insides of her thighs, and back again, pressing into her tangy honey, licking firmly until she comes, shuddering, her warm full thighs clasping your head. You can feel her pulse on your tongue and you gaze up at her expression of ecstasy, her hard nipples and flushed chest. What a gorgeous sight.

From there you enter the rabbit phase and get can't get enough of each other. "It's nice to have sex in my life again," she tells you one night over dinner. "Since the divorce I've just been working and not thinking about men. You don't have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Broke up two months ago. Haven't met anyone...until now..."

You arrive her at her friend's condo at the beach and she says "Let's go swimming!" You're setting the suitcases down as she unfastens her shorts. You watch her briskly pull them down, grab two towels and a blanket from a closet and then she leads you out to go skinny dipping in the ocean. She's nude from the waist down and she looks amazingly hot.

"I love being naked," she says as you both walk through warm sunlight. There are some other people on the beach, but they're all wearing bathing suits. A couple of heads turn in your direction as she places the blanket and then peels off her top. "It's legal here but so ridiculous that there are laws against it. It's just the human body!"

You spend most of the weekend at the condo nude. "Why bother getting dressed when we're just going to get naked again?" she says. You're not going to argue the point.

In the evening when the beach clears, you both get daring and make love on your beach blanket. As she guides your hard cock into her hot wet pussy you marvel at how beautiful an older woman's body can be and then notice someone is watching you from the top of a sand dune. She sees him, too, and you both put on a show, you pulling out to expose your fully hard glistening cock, then sliding it deep inside her while you lean forward and suck her amazing tits. She fucks you hard, comes hard, pulling you deep into her until you let go, moaning, exulting at the feeling of the sun and the sea breeze and the watcher's eyes on you.

While dinner is cooking the second night, you're both naked and cuddled on the futon on the balcony overlooking an ocean that is shimmering with a full moon. She's having her third glass of wine when she gently takes your cock in her hand, starts to stroke and asks, "What kind of porn do you like?"

The question catches you off guard and you stammer, not wanting to sound like a pervert. "I like...um...stuff that's well done. I don't like cheesy music and stupid plots. Or bondage, pain stuff."

'Hmmm, neither do I. The more sensual the better, right?"

You nod. You're fully hard.

"Like lezzie?"

"What guy doesn't?"

"You know what I like?" she says, giving you a soft kiss. "I like watching guys do themselves...it's very arousing..."

"Is it?" you ask as she takes your hand and places it on your cock.




Discovery



"I like watching a guy get hard...how he spurts...I like that pulsing feeling and taste of his cum in my mouth..."

"Do you?" you say. 

"Keep touching yourself..."

So you accommodate her, feeling incredible excitement as she watches you swell and grow until your cock is throbbing. The look in her eyes is amazing as she kisses your now aching erection while you slowly stroke it.

Suddenly she sits up, tucks her hair behind an ear and says, "Let's see how much come you can make." She quickly drains her wine and holds the glass in front of the head of your cock. 

You pause for a couple of seconds, surprised by her request, then your hand moves harder and faster on the shaft. "I don't know," you say. "You've drained me pretty good lately..."

"Go ahead. Let's see. Come for me..." The long-stemmed wine glass is waiting.

So you stroke harder and faster and give way to an intense orgasmic rush. You both watch as a thick spurt of white hits the inside of the glass...two...three...four...splashing and coating it with a milky film as your cream slides to the bottom in globs. When she says "Oooh nice!" you're consumed by the excitement of her watching you come. There's an extra kick from showing off for her.

"Very nice! Look at this!" she says, admiring your output. Taking your cock, she gently squeezes the final pearly drops of your semen out into the glass and kisses the head of your dick, giving it a flick with her tongue. Holding up her prize she admires the glass in that fantastic moonlight. There's more cum in there than you can ever remember making. And with a sly smile, a wink, and soft sexy "Here's to you," she raises it to her lips and smoothly drinks it without hesitation. It is a moment you'll never forget.

"Mmm," she says, her eyes closed as she savors the flavor. "You taste good..."

"A lot of women don't like to swallow..."

"Some guys are kinda nasty...you...mmm...you're sweet and salty...here..." 

She suddenly kisses you, thrusting her tongue into your mouth and letting you taste the traces of your slightly metallic saltiness. She's impressed that you didn't recoil.

"I like a guy who's not afraid of his own cum."

"They say it's good for you...lots of protein and nutrients..."

"They do, huh? Must be guys who say that," she laughs. "I like the taste of my pussy and ass. You have a nice dick. Would you like me to be your blowjob queen?" 

She kisses the head and all you can say is, "Of course!"

Before bed you have another round with her on top upright, cowgirl. You watch your cock in her excited wet pussy as her gorgeous tits bounce. Her chest is growing flushed, her incredible nipples are hard and erect. She looks so beautiful when she's having sex. Every so often she pulls off you and deftly massages her glistening cunt with your erection before sliding you back in, her eyes half closed, her face a vision of bliss. And when she comes, she collapses onto you, thrusting until you join her.

"It's so good to make love again," she says as you slowly soften within her.

"Definitely," you say. "I missed it."

"How long had it been?"

"Sheez, I don't know. Three months?"

"Then we have a lot of time to make up for, right?" she smiles, giving you a sweet kiss. 

The next day you spend the afternoon in the nearby town. It's a sweltering summer day and you can't take your eyes off her. She's wearing a purple sleeveless top and tight denim jeans and even though you've already made love four times since you arrived you're getting hard. You can't wait to get back to the condo, but once you do she realizes that you need some onions and spices for dinner, so she sends you back out to the local grocery store.

When you return you you find her in the bedroom lying on her stomach and reading a magazine. She's wearing only her purple top. The expanse of her fantastic plush nude ass beckons you.

"Well, look at you," you say. "I thought you were starting dinner. Lazy!"

"Lazy? You can kiss my ass!"

"Gladly,' you reply, sitting down and slowly running your palms over her wide, smooth cheeks, so soft and warm. You plant soft kisses across each one as she purrs with approval, then you're flicking and running your tongue over them, down to the backs of her thighs and up again. Feeling incredibly horny, you gently part her cheeks. Her scent in the valley between them is intoxicating, the most erotically indescribable mix of sweaty denim and pungent earthy anal musk. You've never smelled anything like and it makes your heart pound. You've never licked a woman's ass, but now you're overcome by desire.

She drops her magazine to the floor and sighs, "Mmmmm" as you massage her ass and kiss it, taking time to gaze at her sexy asshole, a slit surrounded by a dark circle of gentle wrinkles. Your cock aches as you slowly run your tongue along the length of the slick valley between her cheeks, tasting faint saltiness, breathing in and savoring her incredible, indescribable musky anal scent that is pure wicked eros. You hungrily lick her anus, wondering how she'll react but not caring because you are consumed by lust that only grows when she moans "yes" and gently pushes her wonderful ass against your face.

She's wet and moaning, and you're about to come without even being touched, so you rise and turn her over. She spreads her legs and deftly guides your cock into her open wet pussy. As you stroke you rise up and lean back so can both admire the sight of you in her. She's moaning and sweating and you love that she's so much older than you. This so so cool. You show her your glistening throbbing meat and slide back into her. Three more strokes and you're both gone, coming together in moans of "Oh yeah" and "Mmmmm" and finishing in an embrace of sweat and the smell of sex.

"I was OK back there?" she asks as you lie together in the afterglow. "I didn't shower. I would have freshened up if I'd known you were going to visit."

"No need. You were delicious."

"How kinky! Where did you learn that?"

"You inspired me."

"I like how you think," she says with a bright smile as she touches the tip of your nose. 

From then on you discover that you're addicted to her ass. And she seems to know it. In the days ahead she casually walks around bottomless like she did the morning after you'd made love for the first time. She wears tight jeans, dresses and yoga pants and seems to give you a lingering view of her rear at every turn. You love that light in her eyes. You've reached that zone when sex is pure magic and you can't get enough of each other. She still hasn't told Julie that she's seeing you. 

"She'll definitely freak," JoAnn says as you lie in bed after another hot sweaty fuck, your cock still inside her.

"I would think so, yeah," you say.

"Who's better?" she asks, pulling you fully inside her again and slowly moving her hips so her pussy caresses your cock.

"I don't think there's any contest," you say, kissing her, then descending to lick and suck her gorgeous breasts. "She used to say she thought you were competing with her."

"Really?"

"Yeah, when you walked around naked in front of her. Like you were showing off or something."

"That's silly. I just like to be naked."

"Did you fantasize about me back then?" you ask, kissing her neck.

"Did you fantasize about me?" she replies.

"Well, yeah. It was kind of hard not to after she planted those visions of you naked in my head. You've always looked really nice..."

"I thought about you," she says. "And now here we are..."

To your amazement she begins sexting, sending you a bathroom mirror rear view with her naked ass exposed that totally disrupts your day. Then comes the night when she invites you over, serves dinner and pops a disc into her DVD player, "Be right back," she says. The movie comes on and it's porn, obviously home made because there are no real credits, just the title "E&J's Fun" and a date that was only about a year ago. She returns bottomless much to your excitement and sits next to you. You put your arm around her shoulders, draw her in and watch a beautifully filmed scene of a woman in her 40s, a blonde with short hair wearing a bustier and stockings. She's sitting in an plush easy chair, her legs wide as she slowly runs her fingers into her completely shaven pussy, occasionally licking them and gazing at the camera.

"That's my friend Elle," JoAnn says. "She's the one who owns this place. Do you like the way her pussy looks?"

You're amazed. "She looks pretty nice. Some women look good shaved, some don't..."

"How do you think I'd look?" JoAnn says, spreading her legs. "Have you ever made love to a woman who was shaved down there?"

"No...actually..."

"Julie didn't shave?"

"Not for me.."

"How do you think I'd look? Would you like it if I shaved?

"You'd look great I'm sure, You have a gorgeous pussy but I love the way you look now." And to prove it, you kiss her lush, fragrant triangle. There's that perfume again. She's definitely got something in mind.

After you rise and sit back, she unzips you, taking your hard cock out and stroking it. "I knew you'd like this," she says. "Did you ever watch porn with Julie?'

"No...I think she thought porn was kind of a threat..."

"Well it doesn't have to be if it's done right," she says and at that moment a nude redhead enters the scene. It's JoAnn. You're stunned. She slowly, lovingly kisses Elle and then slowly descends until she's kneeling on the floor, her face between Elle's legs, her gorgeous bare ass to the camera.

"Wow. Is Elle your lover?" you ask.

"Sometimes. We've been friends most of our life. She's divorced too. When we have an itch we scratch it for each other...when we don't want to be bothered with men. Which is most of the time. Are you jealous?"

"No...not at all...wow..."

JoAnn laughs. On the screen Elle rises and turns around, offering her ample bare ass. JoAnn starts kissing and licking it, parting the cheeks and giving her friend a slow sensuous rim job as the camera pans in to capture tongue on pink pucker and in it. At one point she slowly slides her middle finger into Elle's anus, pulls it out and slowly sucks it with obvious lust, before sliding it in again and going deeper.

"Who shot this?" you ask as your heart pounds.

"Her friend Ana. She runs a studio. She kind of talked us into it. We thought it would be fun to do and have. It was...but I think we got carried away. We'd had something to drink and doing it on camera can be a real turn-on if the situation is right..."

When JoAnn stands up and turns to get you both another drink, you grab her hip and pull her toward your face, kissing her luscious bare buns. "Mmmm," she sighs and lowers her ass to your face as you lie back so you're in a 69. You madly kiss her cheeks, seeking that intoxicating musky scent of her anus. It's everything you hoped it would be.

"So you like licking my butt, huh?" she says over her shoulder as your tongue makes mad love to her anus. On the screen she's still eating Elle's ass.

You feel embarrassed by your desire, but you're too consumed by lust. You just say "Mmmm hmmm" as you slowly run your tongue around her salty, slightly bitter asshole.

"Roy wouldn't go near it. I like anal sex. What you're doing makes me feel loved, you know?" 

So you make her feel loved, kissing and swirling your tongue around her deliciously funky asshole—you'll never get enough of her scent—clasping her thighs and pulling her plush rear into your face as she sucks you off in an intense release. It's pure sexual heaven.

But the best is yet to come. 

She invites you to her place for dinner for your birthday. It's a sweltering August day and you both spent it outside hiking. You loved how she looked in her jeans and t-shirt. As soon as you're back to her place, she says "Gotta change..." and she disappears into her bedroom. You fetch a beer, wondering what she's up to and she returns a few minutes later wearing only thigh-high stockings, a red garter belt and a red ribbon around her waist with a big bow that covers her pussy.

"Ta-da!" she says, spreading her arms.

She stands before you. "Go ahead. Unwrap your present."

So you pull on the ribbon and as it falls to the floor you discover that her pussy has been shaved. Her plump mon is smooth and completely bald, the pink hood of her clit swollen and visible. She's excited. So are you.

"I had it done for you. I hope you like it."

"Love it," you say, your heart pounding.

She kisses you and leads you to a chair at the table, which is set with with a plate and silverware on a thick white table cloth. She moves the plate, hops up and sits, spreading her legs as she leans back luxuriously, taking her wine glass and sipping. 

"Dinner is served..." 

"Mmmm, babe, so good," you say, kissing each thigh and licking her smooth mons and swollen pink lips. The sensation of her bald pussy is amazing and you feast on her tangy honey until she comes, grabbing the back of your head and pulling your face hard into her. 

After she catches her breath, she stands up and kisses you, obviously tasting herself. 

"Now for your dessert..." she says, turning around to kneel on the table with her plump bare ass in your face. "Vanilla cake with chocolate filling, babe. Baked just for you...no shower...just the way you like it..." 

She'd been wearing those jeans all day and when you part her wide, satiny soft buns after lavishing them with kisses the crack of her ass smells of denim and that funky anal musk that makes your heart skip. You struggle to remain in control as she softly purrs "Mmmm" and presses her ass against your face. The feeling of her buns against your face, the scent in the valley of her ass makes you want to come. You lick her, and she moans...she's delicious...salty from the small of her back into her bitter crevice and down to her wet, glistening pussy. You swirl your tongue on the dark circle of her madly delicious asshole, consumed by the most intense lust you've ever felt..this is so intimate, so kinky, so forbidden. 

Then you do something you never thought you'd do. You press the tip of your tongue into her gorgeous asshole...and suddenly discover that nothing is more erotically intimate than feeling and tasting a woman's tight chocolate tunnel. It's so tight and smooth, like rubber, and her salty bitter flavor grows more intense and delicious the more she relaxes her anus to admit your tongue and the deeper it goes.

You lick and suck madly, pressing the pointed tip of your tongue into her delicious asshole again as she moans "Yes..that feels so good." Her ass musk smells so good and her puckered slit is so forbidden. You love how she's moaning and thrusting her rear against your face, urging your tongue deeper until the tip reaches a pillowy satin. The funky scent and bitter taste leave you a hair-trigger away from coming as you feel her warm, soft nude buns engulf your face.

This is the most intense sexual desire you have ever felt, the most incredible sexual flavor you have ever tasted. The whole insane naughtiness, the intense intimacy of it-your tongue is deep inside her asshole!—and it's magnified by a thousand times by her response. She just keeps thrusting her lush ass against your face, driving your tongue deeper into her earthy satin tunnel as you madly lick at every tasty inch.

It's all you can do, your throbbing cock still encased in your jeans, to not follow her in release. Her anus spasms on your tongue as she comes, clenching it, and you can feel her warm pussy honey on your chin. As her release ends you kiss and gently suck her anus and cheeks, your hands coursing over them until she turns, climbs off the table and kisses you. "So you liked my butt cake, huh?" 

"That was amazing. Best birthday present ever..."

"Well, maybe you can have more..."

She leads you to the bedroom and kneels on the bed, her ass raised as you fumblingly unbuckle your jeans, almost crazed with desire. "Lick me some more and then fuck my ass," she says. "I hope you like anal..."

You've never done it before but you can't wait to fulfill her request. Your tongue makes love to her sweet pungent asshole for another few minutes, she says, "Enter me. Slowly..."

You rise and rub the shaft of your fully hard cock inside the valley of her ass, then place the swollen head against her madly sexy anus. She reaches back and takes you, helping you press in a little at a time. "Oh god yes,," she moans as the head disappears. A slow retreat, a slow firm entry and your cock is now halfway inside her asshole. The sight of it and her fantastic ass, the scent and the sensation of her anus firmly grasping your erection is too much. You don't last long. Maybe three slow firm gentle strokes and that look on her face, turned sideways on the pillow in pure ecstasy makes you lose it and she comes with you, her fingers rubbing her pussy as you almost collapse onto her back.

You slowly soften inside, kissing her neck, loving her dreamy smile until she pushes you out. There's a bit of sweetly pungent dark brown on the ridge of your cockhead and some along your shaft, but it doesn't matter. You discover that part of the power of anal sex its that is an such an intensely intimate, honest act. Casually grabbing a tissue from the box on the nightstand, you clean yourself, plant a few more kisses on her buns and deliciously bitter anus as she sighs in appreciation, and then you take her in your arms.

"There. Nice, huh?" she asks, kissing you. 'Some guys just won't do it. If it's done right, it's amazing. You did it right...'

"I'm glad," you say, sliding your hand between her legs. The part easily. "I love your ass..."

"Do you?" she asks and you lightly finger her anus.

"It's delicious."

"Really."

"Really," you reply pressing the tip of your middle finger into that magical tight, smooth opening.

"Mmmm," she sighs. "How delicious?"

You slide your finger fully into her asshole, softly moving it agains the walls as she says "Oooh! Well..."

And then you pull out and raise your finger to your mouth as you gaze into her eyes, The scent is a wicked kind of sweetly poopy musk and you suck it. Sheer salty delicious bitterness. You slide your finger in again and then offer it to her.

"You said you like the taste of your pussy and ass..."

She eagerly sucks your finger. "I do."

This woman is amazing. Your relationship has entered an entirely new dimension that has you, and her, in a constant state of horny desire.

On Valentine's Day after a dinner out she surprises you by coming to be wearing silver pajamas covered with hearts. You're lying there naked and admire her as she kneels on the bed between your legs, leaning forward so her ass is raised. She looks into your eyes with this amazingly lusty look, then reaches back and pulls a zipper down to reveal her bare buns.

"Bedtime chocolate?" she asks.

You rise, walk around the bed and find that the opening in the seat of her pajamas is heart-shaped. Her asshole is fully exposed and her scent is more pungently arousing than you've ever experienced. So you kneel and kiss and lick and suck, thrilling to this scent and flavor you will never tire of experiencing. While you eat her ass she unwraps red foil from a heart-shaped chocolate, reaches back and presses it against her anus. Some of it grows soft with the heat and with a fingertip she pushes it inside. 

You never want this moment to end as you eat the chocolate out of her asshole. Somehow the flavor is even better than anything you've ever experienced. She comes, her anus spasming on your extended tongue. Then she says, "Enter me."

So you take a deep breath to defuse your impeding orgasm and press the head of your erection in her anus. It slides in easily this time and after several slow thrusts, you're all the way inside her. You lean over her and kiss her cheek, her neck. Her hair smells good. She's smiling and fingering her pussy and she says, "So nice huh? I love anal. Did Julie?"




Discovery



"Never had the chance," you say. After four or five deep slow thrusts you're about to surrender to your release when she says, "Wait." She pulls away, your chocolate smeared cock sliding from her asshole. She stands up, peels off her pajamas and kneels on the bed, this gorgeous, red-haired late-40-something with the amazing body and sexual imagination.

You marvel at her and her expression and what she does next. She takes your cock and guides it into her mouth, hungrily sucking. You explode in the most intense orgasm you've ever had.

You've discovered total sexual communion.



Discovery



My name is Sandy, I am married to a wonderful man called John and we had been married for coming up to six years and I thought everything was rosy in the garden. We had a fantastic sex life and barely a day went by when we didn't shag, even if one of us didn't really feel like it the effort would always be made.

Today was no different to any other day that was until John came home from work and appeared quieter than normal. I asked him if anything was wrong, but he just said nothing was wrong, the next day he was exactly the same even when I tried to initiate sex he wasn't interested. My first suspicion was that he may be having an affair and I didn't know what to do so I began to get depressed and quiet as well.

By the end of the week I couldn't stand the atmosphere that had built up between us especially as I didn't even know why or what had caused it.

"John, I think we need to talk," I said almost as soon as he came through the front door.

His reply was nothing more than a grunt, "we need to talk," I said once again.

He went upstairs and changed out of his work clothes upon his return he plonked himself in an armchair and said, "what is it you want to talk about."

I explained to him how I was feeling and that we seemed to be rapidly drifting apart, I even plucked up the courage to ask him if he was seeing someone else.

His face went a bright red as he said that he wasn't seeing someone else, which led me to believe he was. 

A long silence ensued, he was angry with me for implying that he was being unfaithful and I was angry because I didn't believe him.

"So if you are not having an affair what is it that I've done that's making you so miserable," I asked calmly.

"I'm bored, everything is boring, life is boring, work is boring and you are boring," he replied.

"Me I'm boring, why am I suddenly boring," I asked trying my best to suppress my tears.

"Your boring in bed, your predictable, it's just not fun anymore, I want excitement and your not it," came John's reply.

"So you tell me what you want out of our relationship, why is sex so boring to you, you tell me because I sure as hell don't know," I said while not being able to hold my emotions in check.

"I just want to try different things instead of the same old ones, it's always the missionary position and I think we need to spice it up," said John.

"So what are you saying, you want me to dress up to play fantasy games or what, tell me and I'm sure we can work something out," I said in desperation.

John sat there looking at me it was if he wanted to say what he wanted but lacked the courage to say it, "I want to try different things that's all, have some variations in our sex life," he eventually blurted out.

"Well tell me what you would like and we can discuss it," I replied.

"Well how about trying sixty nine."

"Okay if that's what you want to try, is that it," I asked.

"How about anal sex, I'd like to shag you up the arse."

I had to think about that one, I wasn't to keen on that idea, but then I thought what the hell we all have to make sacrifices in a marriage so I said I'd try it. John brightened up once I had agreed but it did cross my mind that maybe he was having bi-curious symptoms, why else did he want to shag me up the arse.

The following night as we lay in bed John started to stroke my nipples, he knew that I easily got excited when he did that. He then began sucking my nipples while fingering my pussy, okay this was still like the old times but it still got me worked up and ever so horny. I wasn't prepared when he slipped his wet finger into my arse and I involuntarily jumped but allowed him to continue. His finger slipped further and further into my anus and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, actually it was quite pleasant. He turned me over and lifted my butt up, I could feel the pressure from his cock against my virgin hole as he slipped in deeper my first reaction was to clench my butt and he whispered for me to relax. The more I relaxed the deeper he went and the sensation was getting better all the time. Once he had fully penetrated my arse he picked up a steady rhythm and began fucking me, I must admit the feeling was pretty good and it wasn't long before I came with the most explosive orgasm I had ever had and John was not far behind me.

As we relaxed afterwards in each other's arms I thanked him for convincing me to try something different, I felt good actually I felt very good.

"Would you like to try something else, I don't mean now, I mean some other time," asked John as he gently stroked my hair.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. 

"What about a threesome, would you be up for that," he tentatively asked.

"Your joking right, you're just teasing me, I don't fancy another woman in our bed," I replied not sure if he was serious.

"I didn't mean with another woman, even though it could be fun," said John.

I sat bolt upright not believing what he was saying, "you mean you want another man to join us, you want to allow another man to have sex with me. I can't believe you, does our marriage mean nothing, is it just sex, you want me as a plaything for another man 

"No I don't want another man to join us, I want to watch two men fucking you."

This was getting beyond a joke, "why," was all I could say.

"I don't know I just fancy watching other men pound your pussy, what's the big deal."

"What's the big deal, for Christ's sake do you know what you're saying, you want to watch two men shag me and you say what's the big deal. You want me to have an affair with other men, you want to watch them shagging me, your nothing but a pervert."

"I'm not saying have an affair with them just have sex with them, can you honestly tell me you never fancied doing it with some other man."

"Fantasising doing it with someone else is not the same as doing it, every one fantasises now and again, but that's all it is a fantasy."

"Is that a no then? asked John.

"I don't know, I'm confused and I'm hurt that you want me to do it." The more I thought about it the less it appealed to me, but then I love John and want to please him, but do I want to allow other men to use my body, it didn't seem right. But then if that is what he wants, why shouldn't I do it, I needed more thinking time, "if I did agree where and with who would it happen?"

"Probably with Mick and Dave, they've always fancied you, so I know they would be up for it."

"This is getting worse not only do you want to watch men have sex with me, you want those men to be our friends, I would never be able to look them in the eyes again."

"Sandy, you are getting this all out of perspective Mick and Dave have fancied you since the day they first saw you, they wont think any the worse of you once they've shagged you."

"You really want this to happen don't you, you want me to let your friends fuck me while you watch," I stated as I thought what would become of our marriage if I didn't agree. But then on the other hand how would I feel about myself if I let it happen, I would become no better than a whore.

"Yes I do, I want to watch you with them, but I also want you to enjoy it," said John with a look of expectation on his face.

"I need to sleep on it, it's a big decision, so I'll let you know when you come home tomorrow night."

That night was the longest that I could ever remember, I couldn't sleep, our conversation kept going around and around in my head. I lay there thinking about Mick and Dave seeing me naked, touching me, me having to touch them and finally having them between my legs while John watched on.

All through the next day it continued to trouble me, but eventually I decided that if that was what John wanted then I would do it, even though the idea made me feel sick inside.

As I heard John enter the house my stomach started to churn, what if he was just testing me, maybe he wanted to see how faithful I was, but my decision was made so there was no going back.

John poured himself a drink, cleared his throat and turned to me and said, "have you thought about it?"

Nervously I told him that I would do it and I knew straight away that it wasn't a test as a big beaming smile creased his face.

By Friday John had arranged for Mick and Dave to come over on Saturday, it was sorted I was going to be used for John's gratification and there was no going back.

I sat in my favourite armchair knowing that any minute Mick and Dave were due to arrive, I wanted to run and hide, anything to avoid letting them have me but I knew I had to go through with it.

The doorbell rang and I could feel myself shaking with fear of what was to happen and whether I would feel guilty afterwards. John entered the room followed by Mick and Dave they all quickly sat down and a deathly silence followed.

"So guys, what you doing here?" I asked teasingly.

"We were just passing and thought we'd drop in," replied Mick as he exchanged confused glances with John.

"I think you're here because John wants to watch you two fuck me," I said getting very brazen. "I'm going upstairs, when you lot are ready just come on up."

It only took me a few minutes to undress, I lay on the bed propped on my elbows, naked and ready to be used as I heard their footsteps coming up the stairs.

There was an audible sigh as they entered the bedroom and cast their eyes on my exposed sun-tanned body, my firm 34B tits hung temptingly, while my neatly cut bush hid the prize they were after.

"Just take your clothes off and join me here," I said patting the bed.

Mick was the first to strip and I was disappointed to see his cock was no bigger than John's, but then as Dave removed his underwear my eyes lit up he had a good nine inches dangling between his legs. 

They climbed onto the bed either side as me as John made himself comfortable in the wicker chair, the first move was instigated by Mick his mouth immediately going to my nipples, I think John must have told them that playing with my nipples gets me horny and fast. Dave's fingers stroked my thigh and circled by pussy his fingers curling through my pubic hair and barely touching my slit, just enough to cause me to flinch. He inserted his finger into me and quickly located my clit my, head flopped on to the pillow and I closed my eyes the pleasure coursing through my body. The attention my body was getting from them rapidly brought me to orgasm causing me to writhe in sheer pleasure that was increased further as a second orgasm exploded inside me. Dave was now between my legs his tongue moving sensually around and inside my pussy, each lick bringing me closer and closer to yet another orgasm until I could stand the wait no longer.

"Do it now, please I want it now, will someone please fuck me!" I yelled, all thoughts of guilt were just a memory away.

Mick turned me over and got me to rest on my knees as he positioned himself at the head of the bed, my face was just inches from his cock, the pre-cum glistening before me. Grabbing me by the head he pulled me towards him, his cock caressing my lips, I opened my mouth and engulfed his hard cock I could taste the saltiness of his juices. Dave now had his cock pushing against my pussy, he entered slowly inch by wonderful inch going deeper and deeper into my eager hole, the depth that he sank sent me once again over the edge, the orgasm causing me to inadvertently bite down on Mick's cock. The yell reverberated around the room as I offered a muffled apology.

Dave began pounding my pussy, he didn't hold back he was fucking me so hard each time he thrust forward Mick's cock would hit the back of my throat. I would never believe it but all three of us exploded in unison, the moans and groans creating a cacophony of erotic music.

"Is that it guys, is that the best you can do, one quick fuck and it's all over," squealed John looking somewhat disgusted that they had finished. "Come on Sandy get them hard again, I want to see you get fucked more than once," continued John.

I did as I was told and took a cock in each hand, the feeling as they both grew while I held them and stroked them was making my pussy throb with expectation, I now wanted more.

"Come on Mick your turn to fuck me, my cunt is so hot and wet waiting for you, get between my legs and show me what you can do," I said now not caring what anyone thought of me, I wanted fucking and I wanted it badly.

Mick rolled on top of me and positioned himself for entry, he wasn't as big as Dave but he certainly knew how to use it as soon as he had thrust into me a couple of times I was coming, I thought my head was going to explode. He was fucking me so hard and so fast, my tits were bouncing like two balloons in the wind until Dave grabbed hold of them and squeezed and caressed them, if this was heaven then I love it I thought to myself.

I glanced towards John, he had his trousers down and was beating his meat with abandon, his eyes were full of joy as he watched me, his wife getting well and truly fucked

Mick erupted in my pussy, Dave's and Mick's cum oozing out of my hole and running down between my butt cheeks. This time Dave turned me over and I thought he was going to fuck me from behind again, but instead with our combined juices he spread it in and around my asshole and began to push his cock into my ass. The first few inches were okay but as more and more of him entered me the pain almost became too much to bare and I was relieved when I felt his balls up against my butt cheeks. I had nine inches of rock hard cock pounding my ass, I don't know how it happened as I was now on a totally different planet to everyone else but somehow Mick managed to get in a position to stick his cock in my pussy, they were both now fucking me.

The pounding continued unabated, both of my holes were becoming sore but I didn't care, Mick came first his juice splattering in my pussy creating an orgasm so intense I passed out.

When I awoke sheets covered me, I could hear laughing and talking downstairs, I felt so ashamed knowing our friends had fucked me and even more ashamed knowing I had enjoyed it.

I decided that I might as well let them fuck me one more time, so I sneaked down stairs and stood just outside the door and said, "hey guys you want to fuck me one more time before you go." As I sprung into the room naked I couldn't believe what I had just said as sitting there were my mother and father, my mother looked shocked but my father smiled seeing his daughter's sexy body. 

"What's the hell has been going on here, what with that dirty talk and everything," said my mother.

"Our friends have been spending the afternoon fucking me," I said without caring.

"John what is she talking about, what friends, what….." said my mother eventually running out of things to say.

"We just had Mick and Dave round and they fucked Sandy as I watched, just a little fun," said John.

My mother got up and stormed out of the house, I turned to my father while not concealing my nakedness and said sorry. 

John turned to my dad and said, "she's got a great body don't you think, I bet you wouldn't mind sticking your dick in her would you."

My dad said nothing, he picked up his coat and headed towards the door followed by John, as he turned to say goodbye he looked at John and then me, smiled and said, "yes."

Over the next year or so, John and I experimented a great deal, I learnt to have sex with a woman and often Mick would be invited over to join us, I had discovered my sexuality and I was loving it.



Discovery



She had been alone for what seemed like forever. Her husband left her for a younger woman and although their love making had seemed adequate at the time, it never lit up the night sky or caused the metaphorical earthquakes that she had heard of but never experienced. 

The unexpectedly arousing effect of starting on HRT had caused her in a moment of madness to get a vibrator for herself. It was a friend at work who had mentioned it and the friend had also explained that you could order them over the Internet so there would be no embarrassing shopping trip to deter her. It had taken a while to pluck up the courage to actually buy one, she had come home that evening and nervously looked at the site her friend told her about.

She had eventually ordered one which looked, as far as you could tell from the little pictures on the web site, sort of medium sized. It wasn't easy, her heart rate went up and she blushed all over. Even though it was only her and a machine involved. 

She had decided she wasn't ready to have one of the ones that looked too realistic. "I will get something plain and see how I get on with that for a start." she had thought to herself. 

When it arrived, while in the promised plain wrapper, she realized what it was in panic as the postman handed it to her, took it from him badly, nearly dropped it and blushed uncontrollably.

She hoped on reflection that he just thought to himself " Hot flushes, humph." but she shut the door a bit hard and leaned against the inside of it for a while holding her parcel against her heart and getting her breath back.

She took it in the kitchen and put it on the table, still wrapped addressed and stamped as it was, made a cup of coffee and sat, just looking at it for a while. She couldn't believe that she had done this and felt she couldn't quite face meeting the thing. She couldn't, even now, think of it as "it" and kept finding herself thinking of it as Him!!. 

This had been the beginning.. the battery powered chap had at last supplied those mind shattering orgasms she had heard about but had not so far felt. For several weeks she played with him every day at least once, sometimes before leaving for work. she wondered if people noticed her smile on those mornings. Before sleeping almost every night she would play a game putting the vibrator in the bed beside her but pretending he want there. She would start making fantasies about sexual encounters and of men she knew and ones she had seen on the TV and eventually when her hand could no longer stay away from her clitoris she would pick up her trusty friend and make love to him till she fell asleep. She slept better than she ever remembered since she was a child and was definitely smiling more.

But as time went by she began to think of the real thing. Only a little in a sort of wistful way at first but after a few months she was becoming obsessed by thoughts of being taken by a man.. the bigger and stronger the better. It began to be with her most of the time. Any time her mind wasn't fully occupied and sometimes when it was the thoughts of a man would fill her mind and she began to carry a spare pair of panties in her bag as she found herself moist most of the time and sometimes when the daydreams got out of control she really flooded. 

Something had to be done. She hadn't thought of looking for a man or having a date since before she was married and the idea didn't really appeal. So when it happened it was quite a shock. To both of them I think.

When it came it was totally unexpected.

The bath wouldn't empty and seemed to be blocked up so she had looked in yellow pages for a plumbing company and found one who said they could send a man round in the morning. 

She had only just got up next day and was still slopping round the place in towelling robe and slippers when the door bell rang. Thinking it was the postman she opened the door and was confronted by a tall well built and very pleasant looking young man who announced himself as the plumber. 

She asked him in and showed him to the bathroom. The bath had drained but on turning on the tap it was still obvious all was not well so he put down his tools and started work. 

She was really feeling hot and bothered and went out of the bathroom to compose herself and put some clothes on. She soon thought the better of that though and went and poured herself a large Gin and drank it almost in one gulp and followed it buy a little more. The gin didn't actually calm her much but it made what to do much clearer. She loosened her robe and after taking a deep breath, returned to the bathroom.

He was bending down over the bath and she stood in the doorway and watched, letting her robe slip open a little so a lot of leg and most of one breast are showing and asked him if he needed anything. At this stage she quite genuinely means a cup of tea or something but he turns and looks and she knows he took it the other way and he blushes. 

He looks at her and says " I am not sure what you mean" his eyes burning into her.

She knows what he thinks she means and her pussy is getting very wet and her nipples are trying to burst.

For weeks on and off she has been thinking " I must have a real cock. What ever man comes through that door I will give myself to him who ever he is". It would then need at least one Orgasm from the wonderful vibrator to allow her to concentrate on anything else and now here he is. He looks very nice and he is softly spoken but with a feeling of laddish confidence about him. 

Boldly, Maybe it was the gin that helped she said, " for god sake fuck me, I haven't been fucked for years" 

He didn't seem to be very talkative but the bulge in the front of his Pants is getting more and more promising and looks huge. It crosses her mind that she should have brought a bigger vibrator to prepare herself for this.

He says rather quietly. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me before" 

She goes to him and puts her hands on his shoulders and looks into his eyes. Her robe falls open showing her dark brown swollen nipples. 

He is still embarrassed but she watches him looking at her exposed tits and the look on his face made her almost melt. Her pussy was dripping with lust 

and she opens her robe further and her hand goes down and she feels his cock through his pants running her hand along it and feeling the outline of its swollen head. 

He is too far gone with lust to resist now even if he ever had any intention of doing so and he kisses her firmly on the lips, his hand going down over her belly, he slips a finger between her swollen cunt lips finding warm wetness and making more.

She kneels in front of him and undoes his trousers and carefully releases his huge cock. Neither her husband, who's was the only cock with which she had ever been really familiar, or her vibrator had prepared her for the size of this monster. Thick and long with a huge swollen head almost purple with desire. It was firm and yet soft and velvety smooth at the same time and the sight and feel of it drove her wild. Her pussy was throbbing and the juices were almost trickling down to her knees. 

She held it firmly and softly licked away the drop of pre orgasmic juice on its tip.

Looking up at him, almost in awe, she said almost in a whisper. " I want all of this in my cunt " and added almost with a sob " Now please now." 

Then she turned away from him pulling up her robe to uncover her bottom and, after looking up at him with an imploring expression on her face, Bent her self down so her nipples rubbed on the bathroom floor and she opened herself wide for him so he could see all her folds and creases and both openings as he knelt behind her and slid deep into her with one long push. 

"Like that?" he asked with an edge of cruelty in his voice but all she could do was moan for even with all her lubrication and swollen readiness his huge cock stretched her almost painfully with that first rough push with which he opened her.

His hands. rough and workmanlike came round and held her breasts and tugged her nipples as he fucked her deep with long cruel strokes. She realised he wouldn't last long and he came in long spurts deep into her before she was ready. The feeling of his cum deep inside her and the excitement of it combined with her readiness caused her to cum just after him though, just a little one. Big enough so he can feel her cunt throbbing round him but not enough to stop her needing more.. a lot more. As he withdrew and she stood up she felt his cum gushing out of her and running down her legs.

"That was a lot" she said " it is dripping every where. I hope you have got plenty more?"

But she knew he was young and would be up again in a few minutes so she undressed him and took him to her bed.



Discovery



The door of the psychologist’s office opened and Bob & Carol stepped out into the bright sunlight. They looked at each and shrugged their shoulders in unison, before smiling and walking down the footpath hand in hand. They collected their Ford from the car park and Bob drove carefully through the heavy city traffic.

Once on the freeway and heading towards home Bob broke the silence and asked, “Well we both agreed that therapy may help our marriage but after five sessions with Madame Psycho nothing seems to have changed does it?”

“Madame Psycho, when did you come up with that name? Carol laughed. “Although I must admit the name suits her.”

Bob grinned and then sighed, “Today while she was rambling on, going over the same old shit once again. Honestly honey, she is a waste of money. We could get everything she has said out of books.”

“Yes Bob, I tend to agree, but we had to do something didn’t we?” Carol sounded irritated.

“Take it easy honey, yes we did have to do something, but going back to her again will get us nowhere.” Bob reached out and patted Carol’s arm. ”Well tell me one thing she said today that may help to get the spark back in our relationship.”

“Ummmm she did say one thing today that hit home with me.” Carol replied quietly.

“Really?” Bob’s surprise showed in his voice. “What was it?”

“It was when she said that we need to find something different. Something that will get the spark and fun back into our lives.” Carol chose her words carefully. “Her words made me think of something that has been on my mind constantly recently.”

“What honey? Why haven’t you told me until now?”

“I won’t tell you while you are driving in this traffic,” Carol’s voice was shaking, “It may upset you, I’ll tell you when we get home.”

Bob’s reply was to steer the car onto the grass verge beside the freeway where he stopped and turned off the engine.

He turned sideways in his seat and looked expectantly at Carol. “Ok, out with it.”

Carol shook her head from side to side. “It’s so silly Bob, I honestly don’t think I can tell you. I wish I’d never mentioned it.”

Bob’s reaction was to reach out and hug his wife. “Honey I love you. I want our marriage to work. I want the fun and laughter like we used to have and I know you do too. Come on, tell me please.”

“I want you to spank me!” Carol blurted out.

Bob jumped back in his seat with shock and cracked the back of his head on the side window.

“Fuck, owwww! That hurt!” He said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at his teary-eyed wife. “You did say spank didn’t you?”

Carol nodded as some tears slid down her cheeks. “See, I knew I shouldn’t have told you. Damn, when will I learn to keep things to myself?”

“Hey honey don’t cry,” Bob exclaimed as he wiped Carol’s tears with a tissue. “You really took me by surprise. Spanking? You really want to be spanked? Where did this idea come from?”

“It’s not just an idea Bob, it’s a real need I’ve had for years.” Carol sniffed as she spoke. “I just didn’t have the courage to tell you because it sounds so silly. But I’ve been looking at spanking sites on the internet and there are thousands of adults all over the world into spanking. I’m not alone with my needs and I’ve got friends in chat rooms who have helped me a lot. I’ve also used a hairbrush on myself and I love it, it’s the best turn-on. There I’ve said it, I guess you want a divorce now.”

Bob reached out and held Carol’s hands. “Divorce you? Shit no way honey. But spanking, wow, give me a chance to get my head around the idea will you?”

“I’d rather you got your hands around my arse.” Carol giggled and blushed bright red.

Bob laughed. “You know that’s the first joke you have cracked for months.” He leaned forward and hugged Carol tightly. “Honey I am really proud of you for telling me, it must have been hard for you. Ok let’s get home and you can tell me more, I’d like to see some of the internet sites too.” 

They kissed each other with a passion that had been missing for too long and Bob then eased the car back onto the freeway.

“Oh Bob, you are so special.” The relief in Carol’s voice was evident. “I can show you some good Dom/sub sites and also the chat room where I have my friends.”

“Dom/sub?” Bob questioned, “What does that mean?”

Carol happily chatted nonstop as Bob drove home telling him about what she had learnt from the web sites. She tried to ease his fears of chat rooms and promised to let him watch while she chatted in the room that night. Bob was surprised and delighted by the change in Carol, he hadn’t seen her so happy in months. 

When they got home Carol quickly sat Bob down in front of the computer in the study so he could read some of the information at castlerealm.com. Bob grinned as Carol removed his shoes and then prepared a delicious snack along with a nice cold beer. He hadn’t had such attention for ages and he was determined to do his part to get their marriage back to the happier days of the past. He found himself becoming quite excited at some of the information he read and he was soon looking forward to the night ahead.

After a couple of hours Carol took over the computer and Bob pulled up a chair to watch the proceedings in the chat room.

“Darling this site is called Literotica dot com.” Carol explained as her fingers clicked away on the keyboard. “I originally started just reading the stories here, some of them are really good. But then I found the chat rooms, ewwww, some are really yucky. But most of the people in the BDSM Social Club are very nice and made me feel welcome from the start. My sis’s are just great…”

“Sis’s?” Bob interrupted.

Carol giggled again. “Sorry hun, sis’s are my fellow sisters in the room, girls with submissive needs similar to mine. Ah here we are now, see the list of names down the right side, that is all the people in the room. That’s me there, ina.”

“Ina, how did you pick the nick ina?” Bob asked.

“Well I know we don’t live anywhere near there but I have always liked the name Carolina, I’m Carol, so I chose ina.” Carol giggled, “I guess that sounds a bit lame, but there is another reason.”

Bob rolled his eyes in mock horror, grinned and asked, “Ok, what’s the other reason.”

Carol giggled again. “I mixed the letters of the first name of a world famous Australian.”

“Let me guess,” Bob said, “Ummmm, Ian Fleming, the author of the 007 books?”

“Don’t be silly, he was English.” Carol laughed, punching Bob playfully on the arm. “No, it’s after Ian Thorpe, the world’s best swimmer.”

“Ok I understand,” Bob said as Carol typed her greetings to the room. “Oh yeh, I see the upper and lower case of the names. Ha ha, there are some strange nicknames aren’t there ina? Phyll McCracken and Ophelia Cox how funny! It seems there are quite a few animals in there, bunnies and wolves, I hope they get on all right together. Oh and look at the Sirs, should I stand and salute?”

Carol laughed loudly at Bob’s silly jokes as she told the room how happy she was that she had finally told her hubby of her desires. The other room members were very supportive and happy for her and wished them the best for the night ahead. Carol kept glancing at Bob, happy and smiling now that Bob was so interested in what had become her addiction. It was a busy night in the chat room and Bob frequently lost track of the conversations. 

“They don’t actually talk much about BDSM do they?” Bob asked after a while.

“Sometimes we do, other nights are just chat and some nights are very funny. The Dominants and subbies are very supportive of anyone who is ill or who has problems in their lives. Some really strong friendships have been made in here, even a few real life relationships.”

“Really?” Bob sounded impressed, “So the bad publicity about chat rooms I’ve seen in the press and on TV is wrong?”

“I think the press only report the bad things about chat rooms,” Carol replied, “Good stories don’t sell papers or get ratings.”

Bob nodded and sat back in his chair wondering to himself what it was going to be like to spank the wife he loved so much. He smiled and accepted the confusion in his brain, on one side he admitted that the thought of spanking Carol was both exciting and arousing. But he also wondered if he could actually spank his wife, as he had never laid a hand on her in anger. He grinned as Carol giggled at a comment in the chat room; her absolute delight of finally having confessed her needs to him had made her happier than he had seen for a long time. 

He made the decision and stood, “Come on ina, you have been waiting for too long, the time has come for you to be spanked.”

“Yes Sir,” Carol excitedly replied, “Just let me say goodbye to my friends and I’m all yours, oh my god, it’s finally going to happen!”

Carol quickly farewelled her friends and closed the computer down. A transformation seemed to come over Carol as she rose to her feet and stood submissively in front of Bob, arms by her side and eyes downcast to the carpet.

Bob took a deep breath and ordered, “Carol go our bedroom, place the straight-backed chair in the center of the room with your hairbrush. Then sit on the bed and wait for me."

“Oh yes Sir!” Carol exclaimed excitedly before rushing to the bedroom.

Bob walked to the bar in the living room and poured himself a generous shot of whisky. He noted the trembling of his hands and also a stirring between his legs and grinned to himself once again as he sipped the drink. After ten minutes of mentally rehearsing what he had learnt on the web sites, he decided that Carol had waited in suspense long enough. He took another deep breath and walked quickly to their bedroom.

Carol sat on the bed wringing her hands nervously. As Bob entered the room she stood, her eyes darting from Bob to the floor and back again. Bob made a show of rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and slipping the leather belt from his trousers. He edged Carol to one side and arranged the pillows in a pile in the center of the bed, laying the belt beside them on the sheets.

Carol gasped as Bob grasped her arm firmly and led her the few steps to the chair.

Holding his wife at arms length he asked, “You sure about this honey? We can stop now if you want to.”

“Oh God, no Bob keep going please.” Carol pleaded. “This is so exciting for me, it’s a dream about to come true. Spank me hard Bob, I need it so badly. Don’t stop unless I call out the safe word - banana!”

“Banana!” Bob laughed, “Your safe word is banana?”

“Well it’s so different, if I call out banana you will know what I mean.”

“Yes I sure will honey,” Bob stopped laughing as he hugged Carol to him and then sat down on the chair. 

In a serious tone he ordered, “Come here Carol, lie across my knees.”

Carol moaned as Bob firmly guided her across his knees and settled her into position. He was glad that Carol couldn’t see his shaking hands, his calm exterior hid an inner turmoil. Bob grasped the hem of Carol’s skirt and lifted it up, laying it over her back. He gasped as her saw that Carol had removed her usual pantyhose and was now wearing a red and black thong. Taking another deep breath he rubbed his hands over the smooth white skin of her arse cheeks. After rubbing in circles for a short time Bob raised his hand and brought it firmly down on Carol’s right buttock.

‘Spank’ 

“Oh yes Bob, more, more!” Carol’s enthusiasm could be heard in her voice.

‘Spank, spank, spank’ - Bob’s hand rose and fell, the noise of his hand meeting Carol’s flesh sounding loud in their room. 

Bob concentrated on covering all of Carol’s arse cheeks and the tops of her thighs with his spanks. Carol was wriggling and giving little yelps of delight that encouraged and delighted Bob, he could feel his confidence rising along with the color of his wife’s bum.

“Oh Bob, this is wonderful, don’t stop, a bit harder please, ouch!”

Bob grinned as the next spank made Carol cry out. Her excitement was contagious and he could feel his cock stiffening and starting to press against her leg. 

‘Spank! Spank! Spank!’ - Bob slowly increased the pressure as the spanking continued.

He could feel the sting each time his hand came in contact with Carol’s arse and wondered what it must be like for her. She was giving cries of excitement almost every time his hand landed and the wriggling on his lap had intensified.

Bob stopped and ran his hand over the pink skin. “Oh honey your arse is so pink and warm, feel it.”

Carol reached back and felt her warm skin, 

“Oh Bob, I’m tickled pink!” She giggled, “But don’t stop honey, I want more. God, I’m so wet, this is the best turn on ever.”

Bob reached over and took hold of the hairbrush, causing Carol to moan as he rubbed the smooth back of the brush over her bum.

‘Whack, Whack, Whack!’ - the sound of the brush was louder than Bob’s hand.

‘”Ouch! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh shit, Yes!!!!!” Carol yelled.

Carol was now wriggling and twisting on Bob’s lap and his left hand pushed her down harder on his lap. The hairbrush rose and fell, Carol’s flesh bouncing each time the brush struck. 

‘Whack! Whack! Whack!’ - The color of Carol’s skin was now quite a bright pink as she continued to eagerly accept her first spanking.

Bob stopped and slipped the thong off Carol’s red bum, down her thighs and off over her feet. He spread her legs wider and pushed his hand between Carol’s legs where his fingers found and probed her pussy lips.

“My God sweetie, you’re dripping!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh Bob,” Carol moaned with delight. “This is amazing, more, more!”

“Whack!! Whack!! Whack!! - The hairbrush delivered Bob’s answer.

“Owwww! Yikes! Shit!” Carol cried out with each swat.

Ten swats later Bob stopped and threw the hairbrush onto the dressing table.

“No please Bob, I want………”

Carol’s words were cut short as Bob ordered, “Carol stand and strip!”

“Oh yes Sir!” Carol replied as Bob helped her to struggle up off his knees. She grinned as she saw the lump in his pants then quickly removed her skirt, top and bra.

With her breasts heaving and nipples hard Carol stood at attention in front of Bob as he rose to his feet. She moaned as he grabbed an arm and pulled her firmly over to the bed. Bob took hold of his leather belt and held it in front of Carol’s eyes. A verbal question was unnecessary as he arched his eyebrows and Carol replied with a nod of agreement. Another guttural moan came from Carol as Bob guided her onto the bed and helped her to lay face down over the pile of pillows. 

Bob gazed at his wife’s nude body with the bright pink bum as he tried to quickly strip out of his clothes. After struggling to get his underpants off over his stiff cock he finally kicked them aside and stood with belt in hand beside the bed. A shiver ran through Carol’s body as he laid the strap over her buttock’s to get the correct range.

“Carol, what is the safe word?” Bob was a bit unsure about using the strap and wanted confirmation from his wife that she wanted to continue.

“Shit Bob!” Carol squealed. “It’s banana, I’ll spell it for you, B A N A N fucking A, will you just damn well get on with it!”

Bob’s reply was to lift the strap and bring it smartly down over Carol’s cheeks.

“Owwwwwww!” 

“Subbies shouldn’t spell out words like that!” Bob’s annoyance showed in his words.

‘Crack - Owwwwwww!’

‘Crack - Yiiiiiikes!’

‘Crack - Yaaaaaah!’

Red stripes criss-crossed the pink skin of Carol’s arse as Bob continued the strapping. Carol’s legs were kicking in the air and she was crying out loudly with each stroke. 

After ten fairly hard cracks with the leather belt Carol cried out, “Banana, Bob, banana please.”

Bob dropped the belt and leaped onto the bed beside Carol. Unsure of what to do he stroked his wife’s back as her body shook on top of the pillows. 

“Honey are you ok?” 

Bob’s words of concern were cut short as Carol turned her head and he saw her shining eyes and look of lust.

“Fuck me my horny Master,” Carol cried loudly. “Fuck me hard, use me for your pleasure, make me cum.”

Bob grinned widely at words he had never heard Carol say since they first met. He pushed her face down on the pillows again and quickly crawled around behind his wife. She moaned again as he rubbed the tip of his hard cock up and down the crack of her arse. As he rose higher on his knees Bob gave Carol a couple of hard smacks on her red arse. She cried out loudly with delight as he pushed his cock deep into her vagina. Bob held still for a short time, it had been a many months since they had fucked passionately and he loved the sensations of her cunt squeezing his cock. 

“Come on fuck me Bob, I’m so close.” Carol shrieked. “I can’t hold on for long!”

Bob pulled on a handful of Carol’s hair as he began to fuck his lovely wife. His cock pounded in and out of her pussy, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. Sweat was dripping off his face down onto her back and they were both moaning loudly at their fast approaching orgasms. As he thrust deep into Carol Bob’s body suddenly stiffened and he cried out loudly as he orgasmed. Carol screamed a short time later and her body thrashed wildly as all the pre-spanking frustration was suddenly released in a wonderful climax. Their shuddering bodies jerked like marionettes until Bob collapsed down onto his wife’s back. 

He soon rolled sideways onto the bed and pulled Carol over on top of him. He pushed all but one of the pillows aside and slipped the remaining one under his head. They lay there panting from their exertions and the excitement of Carol’s first spanking. Carol’s head lay on Bob’s chest as he pushed the damp hair back off her face and stroked her back with his hands. Neither of them were sure how long they lay there both lost in their own thoughts until Carol finally raised her head and smiled sheepishly at Bob.

“Amazing my darling Bob, just amazing.” Carol’s smile grew into a grin as she rubbed a hand over her still warm arse cheeks. “Wow I can still feel the sting, I love it wonderful Master of mine.”

“Hey enough of this Master stuff.” Bob said with a grin while admitting to himself that he got a kick out the title.

“Come on Bob, you loved spanking me didn’t you?” Carol said triumphantly. “When I felt your cock pressing against my thigh I knew you were really getting into it.”

“Well ina,” Bob laughed. “Yes you are right, when I first started to read castlerealm dot com I got excited. It looks like we have found the spark to get our marriage back on track again doesn’t it my subbie?”

A shudder went through Carol’s body. “Oh my God, when you called me your subbie I instantly got wet again.” Tears formed in Carol’s eyes as she looked straight at Bob. “My darling Bob, I want to be your subbie and you be my Master. Just when we are alone, not when our parents or friends are around. Please Bob please; I will spoil you rotten, let me serve you. It’s been my dream, my fantasy since I faced my fears and admitted my feelings to myself.”

“Whoa honey, slow down a bit.” Bob hugged Carol to him, paused and then whispered, “My short answer is yes, you will be my subbie when we are alone. But this is all new to me so give me a chance to understand what happened today, and also to learn more from those web sites and books.”

Carol gave Bob a long kiss, smiled and said, “Thank you my darling, I cannot ask for more. I guess we don’t need to got back and see Madame Psycho again do we?”

Bob laughed, “We sure don’t baby, we will send her an email of thanks tomorrow. But right now, suck me my subbie, make me hard again for that wet cunt of yours.”

Carol moaned at Bob’s words, moved obediently to kneel beside her husband and happily took his cock into her mouth. As she sucked she thought of how hard it had been to confide in Bob in the car earlier that day. A new world had opened to them both and she was ecstatic of the future for her Master and his subbie.




Discovery



THE END 



Discovery



Sitting in the smoke filled bar drinking a green apple martini I felt a little strange. I would normally have gone to the bar with my best friend but with her being out of town I was flying solo. It was slow for a Saturday night and only about half the normal crowd. As I was talking to the bartender we noticed that with the two of, us and the one other girl, there was about a 6 to 1 guy girl ratio. 

That was when he walked in. He was 6'2" tall with broad shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist. His black tee shirt was pulled so tight across his chest so that you could see the outline of his nipple rings and his wash board stomach. We both must have been staring because he gave us a seductively evil smile. As he approached the bar I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his too tight jeans. When he reached the bar to order his jack and coke I got an even better look at him. He had deep green eyes and the face of a geek god. I also noticed the tribal tattoo that was poking out from under the sleeve of his shirt. After he got his drink he ran his strong hand through his spiky black hair and turned tome to introduce him self. His name was David.

After some small talk at the bar we moved to the pool table for a friendly game. I say friendly very lightly because it turned out he was just as competitive as I am. After several shots, a few drinks and a couple of games we decided to make it more interesting. If I won he would get down on his knees, bow to me and kiss my manicured toes. When he ask what he got if he won I simply said, "name it."

The game was on and we both wanted to win. It got down to each of us having one ball on the table and the eight ball. It was my shot and I missed by a hair. Needless to say he didn't. When I asked him what he won he said, "a rematch at my place." Well a bet is a bet so I grabbed my purse and said bye to a few of the people I knew and we left. 

Turns out he had a nice house with a fully equipped game room. 

As he racked the balls he ask if it was the same stakes. Who could resist? I think he knew I let him win but I was curious what he would want this time. 

He walked up to me placing his hands on either side of me pinning me to the table. His mouth came hungrily down on mine prying it open and ramming his tough in. He forced my legs apart with his knee, which made my skirt slide up even higher. A small moan escaped my mouth as he slid his hands up my hips, my sides over my breasts up to my shoulders. He pushed me down to my knees so I was at eye level to that bulge in his pants. There was a growl in his voice as he said to suck him. I couldn't get his cock out of his pants fast enough and was drooling. All I had on my mind was cock and lots of it. I didn't bother to tease his member and just sucked it all the way in my mouth and down my throat. He wasted no time to grab my hair and start thrusting his hips. Tears ran down my cheeks and I had a hard time breathing. My gagging reflex just added to his enjoyment. Any minute and I would be swallowing his cum. 

He had other plans. Just as he had pushed me down he pulled me up and kissed me hard. My lips were going to be swollen and bruised. He picked me up and sat me on the pool table. The next thing I knew he was ripping my panties off. He slid one finger in to my dripping cunt. Feeling how ready I was he pushed me back so I was lying down with my ass on the edge of the table. To my surprise I felt something-hard start to slide in to my twat and I knew it wasn't him because he was off to my side. 

He saw the look of shock in my eyes and pulled his q-stick out of my hungry pussy and brought it to his lips so he could lick it clean and show me what it was. I started moaning as he slid it back in me. Before I new it he was fucking me in earnest with his stick. When I came he pulled the stick out and had me turn over. I herd him slip out of his jeans and then felt him probing the head of his cock around my pussy. He slid in and grabbed my hips. His balls slapped my clit with each thrust. After a few minutes he told me to walk with him following his moves so his cock stayed in me. It took a lot of work and quite some time but we made it to a chair were he sat down with me on top of him facing away from him. I started grinding on his cock and he grabbed my hair and pulled back so I was leaning back on his chest. That was when it got interesting.

He continued to fuck me as he whistled. The next thing I knew there was a a pretty blond lapping at my cunt were David's cock was sliding in and out of me. I started to try and get up and push the other girl away but David held me still. He whispered in my ear that if I didn't behave he would tie me to his bed and the girl would fuck me with a 10 strap on. I was scared but couldn't help it and I started to cum hard. They both continued at my pulsing cunt not missing a beet. When I started to recover I realized that David was holding me and stroking me like a small child and the nameless and faceless blond was at his feet resting. That is when he placed a black leather collar around my neck and told me what it was to be collared.



Discovery Again



Sometime ago I came across my son Rob and his friend Chris having man-to-man sex together. I confronted Rob and he came onto me. I ended up fucking my son's tight ass. Now Rob had told me he wanted to have a threesome with Chris and myself. Thankfully both boys were nineteen years old. They both knew exactly what they wanted. We ended up waiting until my wife was away for the day and Chris showed up one Saturday morning.

I was nervous for sure. I had no idea how this would all play out. All three of us went to my bedroom. My wife and I had a king size bed and I figured that would give us plenty of room to play. We all stripped out of our clothes and Chris and I got on the bed. My son Rob said he wanted to watch us first. I have to say that Chris was quite aggressive. He was on top of me in a flash and started to bite on my nipples.

That always made my cock get hard. We soon were grinding against each other. Our cocks were erect and things were heating up on the bed. Chris broke away from my nipples and we began to kiss each other. Our mouths opened and our tongues were touching. I was panting like a dog after some of those hot kisses. 

I could feel Chris's cock finding my ass crack. He was sliding his long prick up and down and I could feel his cockhead probing my hole. I didn't think I was ready to have a cock inside me. but Chris had other plans. I felt him reach under my knees and he pushed my legs back. Chris looked into my face and then I felt him move his hips forward. The head of his cock was starting to penetrate me.

"Don't fight this Don," he told me.

I wasn't fighting, but his cock felt huge. I had never taken anything up my chute before. Thankfully Chris went slow. Inch by inch he slid into my virgin asshole. After some minutes I could feel his balls resting on my asscheeks. That was when the true fucking began. Chris started to speed up. His balls were now making slapping noises as he fed me all of his cock.

I briefly looked over at Rob. He was sitting on a chair and was stroking his cock as he watched both of us fucking. Rob must have caught my look. He got up and came over to the bed. The next thing I knew Rob was directly over my face. His long dick was hanging down nearly to my mouth. I knew what he wanted from me. I opened my mouth and my son shoved his prick down my throat.

I was now being filled up by Rob and Chris. Chris was fucking me like some wild bull. Rob had most of his dick deep down my throat. I was choking some as Rob fed me his thick erection. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought that something like this would have happened. Gay sex was far from my mind just a few weeks ago. Now I was being taken by two young studs.

I have to say my ass hurt as Chris was ramming me with his dick. I was betting he must have been close to nine inches in length. Chris had all of it buried in my tight hole. I lost track of how long they fucked me. All I knew was that Chris and Rob timed it just right. They ended up blowing their hot loads at the same time.

I felt the hot flow of seed squirting down my throat. I tried the best I could to gulp it all down. In the meantime, Chris let out a loud grunt and I felt the heat of his love cream scalding my gut. Both of these guys must have been saving their cum up. All that cumming went on for many minutes. Cum was leaking from the corners of my mouth. When Chris finally got soft he pulled his dick from my hole.

I reached down with my fingers and felt his love offering leaking out my butt. It felt as if someone had beat me up. I was spent from those studs fucking me. Chris and Rob got up from the bed and left me to lie there. It took me sometime to recover. I went into the bathroom and managed to get cleaned up. I went out to the kitchen and looked out the window there.

Rob and Chris were now in the pool. I could see their hard bodies as they were kissing each other in the water. They both soon got out of the pool and then went over to a deck chair. Chris laid down and then Rob mounted his midsection. It was just like the first time that I had caught them fucking. Rob lowered his ass and Chris's hard cock slid into my son. As I stood there my cock started getting hard.

Chris didn't waste any time. He was bringing his ass up and filling Rob with the entire length of his hot prick. Rob kept slamming down to meet Chris's thrust. I couldn't help myself. I started to stroke my dick. Chris took hold of Rob's asscheeks. He was really pumping his dick deep into my son's ass. I could hear them both moaning and crying out as Chris thrusted deeper and deeper. 

I didn't think Chris could have very much left after he fucked me, but I was mistaken. 

"I'm cumming Rob!"

The next thing I saw was Chris's cock expand and contract as he shot one load after another into Rob's greedy hole. There is nothing like two young men fucking one another. Cum was leaking out of Rob's ass. They both kept going until Chris finally went soft. He pulled his cock out with a plopping noise. I could see my son was wasted from being fucked that intensely. Both of them had a final kiss and then they got up to come inside.They both met me in the kitchen. 

"The next time we do this," I told them, "it's my turn to fuck you both."

Chris and Rob both got a big grin on their faces. I hope my wife soon had another shopping trip she needs to go on!



Discovery & Addiction



Thank you for reading this story, please feedback, it helps and encourages me to write more. 

"I'm sorry baby but the rescue truck isn't going to be able to get to us for at least 45mins, so its probably going to be about an hour and a half till we get back, are you going to be ok with my brother till then?" Sebastian's voice could barely be heard above the roar of the traffic speeding past him along the wet carriageways.

It was their last summer holidays before University, Sebastian's father, Robert, had insisted that Sebastian put in a summers worth of work with his law firm before he paid anything towards his University costs. Cassy who was hoping to study History at university, also worked for Robert as a part time job secretary in the admin department, it paid more than anything at the supermarket or any of the local bars so Cassy had jumped at the chance. As Robert and his business was 40miles from their home town Sebastian had moved back in with his father for the summer, Cassy also stayed for most of the week, with it being closer to work and to spend as much time with Sebastian for their last summer together.

"I'll be fine Seb," she lied, she felt very uncomfortable around Sebastian's brother Alexander and his friends, but the alternative was to go back to the house with his dad and he kind of gave her the creeps. "Just keep me posted and try to stay out of the rain."

"Ok baby, pass the message onto Alex will you. Tell him he has to look after you."

"Ok I will, bye" She hung up her mobile

Sebastian had left 20 minutes ago, one of Alexander's friends had just taken delivery of a 2-seater classic ford mustang and Sebastian had been eager to try it out for size.

"A little trouble I hear?" Alexander sat himself down on the sofa next to her 

"The car broke down, they have to wait for a rescue truck, and it's going to take a while." Alexander was the only sibling of Sebastian's that Cassy had met, and that was only once before. He was the black sheep of the family.

Their father was a lawyer and was in partnership in a very prestigious law firm. Their eldest brother, Christian, was also a lawyer working in the Edinburgh office of the same firm. Samantha, the only daughter, also followed the family tradition, but after getting her qualifications she had moved to a firm in New York, where she had met and settled down with her fiancé.

Sebastian was the youngest at 18, he had decided to follow his mother's field, she was a midwife, and Sebastian was going to Kings College London to study to be a doctor. Alexander was the second oldest, and although being the most naturally cleaver and talented he had found academia boring and had instead decided to devote his life to his one true passion, music. 

Alexander's apartment, paid entirely for by his father, should have been stunning, but despite a hired cleaner it looked shabby and run down. Alexander didn't seem to care.

"It looks like I'm entertaining you for a while then. Hey guys" he shouted to the remaining two men crowded round the playstation, "We've got to look after little Cassy for a while."

A few murmurs filtered back but they were far too engrossed in their little competition.

Alexander moved a little closer to her. Trying not to look as nervous as she felt Cassy idly picked at the label on her beer bottle. Alexander's dark wavy hair was unkempt and fell just below his shoulders. He had a slighter frame than the other Harding men and didn't stand as tall, his eyes, in contrast to his hair, were blue and hid a madness within. The stubble on his face was several days old and exhibited its inability to grow in anything other than patchy. He smelt of cigarettes and alcohol, and Cassy thought, maybe even something else.

"So tell me" he put his arm on the back of the sofa behind her head "What's your plans for the future? Seb tells me you are going to study history"

"Yes" she nodded in reply

"And your not following our little Seb to London?"

"No, I'm hoping to go to Exeter, it should only be a few hours away by train."

Alexander brushed away a few strands of black hair that had escaped her ponytail; in response her picking at the rapidly disappearing label became more furious. "Ahh, so not so far away, I've played a number of gigs at the union there, we'll have to go out."

'There's no way I'm introducing you to ANY of my new friends', Cassy though to herself

She nodded in reply to his question. Again he moved in closer

"Do you think you'll both stay faithful? University is full of temptations."

"We've decided to give it a try and see what happens, I'd never cheat on Seb."

"Is Seb your first boyfriend?" His manner was almost cheeky.

She wanted to scream back at him that it was none of his business and push him away. But she was too shy and she felt so intimidated.

Instead she tried for an indignant "No".

Taking the empty and label-less bottle from her hands he placed it on the floor.

"Is he the only person you've ever slept with?"

This time she did try to get up off the sofa, but he had anticipated it and pulled her gently back. He pinned her left arm between his body and hers and tightly gripped her right firmly above her head.

"Hey, there's no need to go" he said, "We're only having a nice conversation."

"Let me go" she squirmed.

"Shh", he whispered in her ear "If you make too much noise they may want to join in too." He gestured towards his friends at the playstation.

Something in her stomach somersaulted and she almost wanted to run to the bathroom to vomit.

"Is he the only person you've ever fucked?" he repeated the question, whispering it into her ear.

She nodded. He ran his free hand from her face down to the cup of her breast. She was always very plain in her wardrobe, wearing loose fitting jeans and t-shirts. "Well," he muttered, "Look what's been hiding under here" he squeezed it gently. Despite the fact she baulked at his touch she had to stifle a gasp.

"I bet you are hot as hell under these lifeless clothes, I bet Seb is very pleased. Do you please him? Does he please you?"

Again she began to struggle, but he held her firm.

"Now come on" he teased "Answer my question, does he make you cum?"

She sat silent

"Ahh, or is it that you pretend that he does." She turned away from him, confirming his suspicion. "But you know what it feels like, you've done it to yourself, you naughty little girl" No one had asked her intimate questions of any sort before, and he seemed to know the right questions to ask. Despite the fear she could feel a tingling on the depths of her groin.

His hand had found its way to the bottom of her T-shirt and was weaving its way underneath.

"Don't be ashamed, you and Seb are only young, he's not expected to know how to pleasure a woman's body. Let me give you an insight."

She felt his hand lift her bra and began to massage her breasts. As he rubbed his thumb over her nipple he leant in and kissed her on the neck, the nipple hardened, she gasped and he nibbled on her neck further. She tried to squirm away from his touch but there was nowhere to go. His attention moved to her other breast and again she gasped in response. She couldn't deny the fire he was gently stoking.

"Mmm, Cassy, you are so soft and sweet," he murmured into her neck. "Don't fight it my little princess, relax for me, show me what you are capable of." She turned away from him and screwed her eyes against the tears that were welling.

He began unfastening her belt, rubbing his hands over her jeans between her legs. She desperately fought the urge to press herself against his hands, still hoping that if she showed little interest he would stop. But he didn't, as he opened the button and the zip he heard her breath tremble when his hands touched her skin. Fortunately for him her jeans were loose enough to slide his hand in easily. First his fingers found her clit, beneath the velvety soft folds that sheltered it, it was a shy as she was and responded to the same gentle touch as her.

Cassy became less and less aware of her surroundings as her world began to centre around his hand. Sure, her and Seb had touched each other many times, but she couldn't work out why this was so much more arousing. The whole time Alexander nuzzled into her neck, he breathed in everything about her, with each breath he could almost feel what she felt.

Delving further he reached her opening, lazily he ran his fingers around it, she was already wet and waiting for him. Gently he placed the tip of one finger, then another to the opening and pushed them inside a fraction. This time what left her lips was more of a moan.

"Oh god, please Alex" she begged

"Please what?" he asked in reply. She didn't know, was it please stop or please more?

He gave her more, pushing himself into her as much as possible, this time she groaned fully and pushed herself towards him, trying to get as much of his fingers inside her.

With his thumb gently massaging her clit and his fingers buried deep within her he began to set a rhythm, increasing slowly, until he found the right pace for her, as he did she began to moan and move with him, her breath becoming more ragged, her face now pushing into his at her neck.

The orgasm was growing in the pit of her stomach, she could feel it growing as he increased his pace. She began to move with him, trying to force him faster, to bring her climax to the surface, but he kept his rhythm, adamant that she not cum until he was ready.

Her whole body now shuddered with an electricity she had never felt before, her nerve endings were on fire.

Once he was satisfied she had reached the brink he allowed her the release. In one passionate explosive moment of oblivion she came; she cried out, her body tensing as she did, she felt as if she were a firework, furiously exploding until it was spent with a wave of ecstasy flowing over and through her body.

Slowly the fire diminished, she felt a pang of loss as he removed his hand from between her legs. Alexander pulled down her T-shirt to cover her sins.

He kissed her on the top of her head.

"Thank you princess," he whispered, "You are indeed a rare treat. The bathroom is down the corridor, first room on the right, and if you want a little lie down there is the spare bedroom next to it. And lets not tell Seb, it'll be our little secret." He wiped his hand dry in an item of clothing that lay on the sofa next to them and joined his friends at the playstation.

It took Cassy a minute more to come down from the high, and then she stumbled to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she was shocked at what she saw. Her face was red, smudged with tears, her ponytail was almost loose and she was grasping her open jeans to stop them from falling. She sank to the floor, unsure of what had happened, she had fantasised many time of what it would be like to have a man do that to her, but the reality was nothing like the fantasy. She felt dirty, she felt ashamed, she wasn't sure if she'd cheated on Sebastian, but she couldn't deny how incredible the experience had been and how she knew she wanted to orgasm like that again.