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Free at Last

By: coldcomfort



At night the town was a dark and sprawling mass, almost like a junkyard. The buildings were old, leaning in on each other throwing shadows on the street below. None of this mattered to Helen, as she made her way home from work, in fact it was one of the reasons she had moved here several months before. The sinister, claustrophobic streets added to the dark romance she had always associated with the legend shrouded town.

She was in her early thirties, attractive with a pale freckled face and red hair spilling untitly to her shoulders and usually she like nothing better than to wander the streets as evening fell.   Unfortunately her colleague, Lucy did not share her love of gloomy places and, every evening insisted on Helen accompanying her home after their work in the library. Lucy was a quiet, pretty girl with long black hair flowing loose down her slender back. She had been living in the town all her life and Helen had hoped that she would be able to get information from her regarding the towns secret past.   She had intended to use these long walks home in order to pry knowledge from her young colleague. Helen loved mystery, and the town was steeped in it. Why had the town been more or less deserted until fairly recently, when the tourist industry had invaded only twenty years before? Was it true that the first thing the newcomers did was to tear down the bars covering every window in the town, even windows several stories above ground level?  Lucy, was not exactly forthcoming and always seemed to quickly change the subject.  They were on their way back from work one winter night, going through the usual routine, Helen probing, Lucy evading , when all of a sudden Helen came up short. Just off to her right, in an archway between two buildings, she could just make out a figure slumped against the wall.

Leaving Lucy standing out on the pavement she walked towards the figure trying to make out if it was what she thought it was, a man, rather than rubbish heaped against the side of the wall. As she came closer, she saw that her initial impression had been right. He was wearing what seemed to be rags, which were probably clothes a long time ago, and he seemed close to death; his face pale and his breathing was shallow. He barely seemed to realise she was there at all.

Turning around Helen called out for Lucy to come and help. Lucy, coming a little unwillingly, was eventually persuaded to help Helen lift the man up so that his arms were draped around their shoulders and between them they managed to carry him out into the street. 

‘Look’ said Lucy, ‘lets just call an ambulance and leave him here. Its alright for you living alone. My dad will go spare if I am any later. Especially if he hears I stopped to help some beggar who has probably had an overdose’ ‘We can’t leave him here, just help me carry him to my home. We’re almost there and I can’t do it on my own.’

It took them a few minutes to reach their home and as soon as the from door was closed behind them they lay the stranger out in the middle of the front room and sat back breathing heavily from the walk.

Helen was the first to recover. ‘Well, that’s my exercise for the month. Listen you wait here I going to get some water for him. Then I’ll call an ambulance and you can get off. OK?’

Returning with the glass she passed it to Lucy and started looking for the phone. Lucy crawled over to the man and, cradling his head in her lap gently tilted the glass to his lips. In the bright light of the room she managed to get her first clear look at him. He was about forty, with a gaunt pale face, the skin stretched tight over his skull giving him a slightly mummified look about him. He should have repulsed her, normally she would cross to the other side to avoid people like this, and yet there was something about him that held her gaze. 

She sat there, patiently waiting for him to drink the water, examining every detail of his face. She felt a sense of unease well up in her, as if there was something she had forgotten which she needed to remember before it was too late. 

And then, the strangers eyes slowly opened and stared directly into hers. And she found she couldn’t look away, even if she had wanted to.

The noise of the glass being dropped made Helen look around, her mouth open to admonish Lucy for her carelessness. The words died in her mouth as she saw the strange look on Lucy’s face as she gazed down at the man who Helen now saw was awake. For, what seemed like an age no-one moved.

Then, with one hand cradling the stranger’s head, Lucy brought her other hand up to the scarf around her neck. Slowly, she awkwardly unwrapped the scarf from around her neck and dropped it in a pile next to her.

The power of speech finally came back to Helen, although she could only manage one word due to the terrifying sense of anticipation welling up in her: ‘Lucy…’ she said in what was barely a whisper. Lucy managed to look up and Helen managed to get a glimpse of a face full of longing and fear before Lucy’s attention went back to the man in her arms.

Now that the scarf was off Lucy began to unbutton her coat. There seemed a sense of urgency now in her movements and her hands fumbled in their task. Eventually she succeeded in loosening the buttons down to her waist and shrugged the coat off her shoulders revealing her white work-shirt underneath. She yanked at the shirt and buttons flew off rolling along the wooden floor. Helen caught a glimpse of Lucy’s white bra and she could tell even from where she stood, that Lucy’s nipples were erect.

Slowly, and for the first time the man began to move, painfully straining himself to sit up. Lucy pulled her blouse off her shoulder and, closing her eyes raised her chin exposing her long slender neck.

Helen backed away as she saw the stranger open his mouth to reveal two inhumanly long canines only stopping when her back came into contact with the hard wood of the inside of her front door. Unable to tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, she tried to find the handle to the door hoping she would be able to escape while this monster was occupied with Lucy. She heard the sound of a car passing, reminding her that there was a world out there to escape to, a world of reason and logic. Her grasping fingers had finally found the handle when the stranger reached up, grasped the back of Lucy’s neck and pulled her savagely down to his awaiting mouth.

Lucy’s entire body stiffened as though electrocuted and the cry that escaped her lips send a savage spike of desire through Helens stomach into her groin. Instead of escaping she found herself slowly sliding down the door until she until she was sitting, knees clasped to her breasts as she watched this performance of one of her deepest, darkest fantasies. The sense of fear had gone, in its place was a feeling of intense jealousy. She had never believed such things were possible, not really despite all the times she had wished for it to be,. Now that she was here in that room she would have given anything, including her soul to have swapped places with Lucy at that moment.

Lucy seemed to have accepted her fate. Instead of struggling to escape she threw both arms around the vampire, holding him to her in a vice like grip. Blood trickled down her neck to seep into the plain white fabric of her bra. Her original, orgasmic cry had been replaced by rapid, heavy breathing, as though she had been immersed in ice cold water.

The vampire’s strength seemed to be returning to him just as Lucy seemed to be rapidly loosing hers. His hand came down from the back of her neck and gently traced the line of her collarbone before sliding inside her bra to cup her small breast. Causing a moan of arousal from the nearby Helen as well as from Lucy.

Eventually, Lucy was too weak to even sit upright and she gently sank backwards onto the rug. The vampire, never loosing contact with her neck followed her, his throat working furiously as he drank the last of the young woman’s blood.

Gradually, Lucy’s moans subsided and her arms slid from around the vampires back and fell upon the floor.

Helen shakily got to her feet. If it was to be her turn now and she did not want him to see her cowering in the corner. She slipped off her own coat and let it fall to the floor. The sound alerted the vampire to her presence and his head came up from Lucy’s throat.

Fear welled up in Helens stomach but she pushed it down again. ‘Its OK’ she said, her voice cracking even though she had vowed to show no signs of fear, ‘I am not going to run, you don’t have to charm me like you did to Lucy’

Slowly the vampire got to his feet leaving Lucy sprawled on her back on the floor. ‘There were women like you in the old days.’ his voice was hoarse and Helen had the impression he had not used it in some time, Its good to see some things haven’t changed’. Her turned around to face her and Helen could not restrain a small gasp of surprise. 

The gaunt shadow of a man they had brought in had changed. He looked fully twenty years younger and the air of decrepitude was no longer there. He was tall, several inches taller then she was and his face could only be described as beautiful, strong and sensuous, his hair jet black. ‘I apologise for my appearance,’ he said , moving towards her ’trust me, this is not how I usually appear to people’. As he spoke he pulled at the ruined fabric covering his chest. It came apart easily.

He stopped in front of her, gazing down into her eyes. She yearned to step forward, to close the distance between them but she enjoyed the anticipation of what was about to happen; what he was about to do to her. ‘Did you know what I was when you brought me into your house?’ ‘No,’ she shook her head ‘I just thought you needed help‘. ‘A good Samaritan eh?’ ‘If I had known you for what you are’ she said, her heart beating wildly in her chest ‘I would have let you in anyway. This is what I want, this is why I came hear. ‘well it never rains but it pours.’ he said finally closing the distance between them, ’I haven’t touched a woman in over fifty years and now on the very night I escape I find two such wonderful specimens to enjoy’. He raised his hand, gently cradling her cheek and tilted her head up to meet him. Hit other hand and pushed a few strands of her curly red hair away from her face ‘Where have you been‘ she whispered ‘Imprisoned,’ he said, his hands moved down gently cupping her breasts through the material of her blouse before moving down to her skirt, ‘my captors could not kill me so they found a way to imprison me Then they seemed to have forgotten all about me‘ Helen shook her head ‘not forgotten..’ she said ’there were rumours’ Rumours that brought you here?’ he asked, his hand creeping up the inside of her thigh ‘Yes’ she gasped. ‘Rumours that brought you to me? His hands massaged her sensitive mound through the fabric of her damp underwear. She couldn’t answer due to the feelings he was awakening in her through his hands, his eyes and his voice, she could only nod her head. . ‘I hope it is everything you hoped it would be’ he whispered as he slowly brought his head down.

Instead of feeling the expected sting on her neck she felt his lips press against her mouth and she found herself melting into a warm passionate kiss. She felt his tongue demand acces from her lips and she gladly parted them. She tasted Lucy’s blood on his breath, the warm, coppery flavour mixed with salt ‘Don’t you want my blood?’ she gasped as he began to plant feather kisses on her face and neck., Yes,’ he whispered, ‘and I intend to take it, but I have other hungers that need to be fed. We still have many hours until the dawn and I do not want to waste a single minute of the night’

She heard the sound of cloth ripping as he tore the front of her shirt, exposing her breasts straining against her red bra. The sexiness of this image seemed to prove to much for him and his head darted down and began to kiss and suck her nipple through the material. The sensations provided by his tongue caused her to let out a moan of pleasure. Her pussy was on fire and she pushed all thoughts of feeding this monster to the back of her head, now all she wanted was to be possessed by him in another way. To feel his tongue in her mouth and pussy, to feel his cock inside her. 

She reached down and began to massage his cock through the faded material of his trousers, eliciting a moan from the vampire who was in the process of ripping the bra from her body freeing her breasts for the attention of his hands, mouth and teeth. He seemed to be taking care not to break the skin, as if he knew this would send him over the edge, leaving him no choice but to drain this delicious woman even before the fun had started.

She felt his cock stiffening in his trousers, pressing into her hand, thick, long and hard. His movements seemed to be more gentle now. Is if he was intent on savouring the taste and texture of her skin. She leaned back against the door as he slowly made his way down her body. She tensed and breathed in her stomach as he made patterns with his tongue around her navel. 

Then his kisses went lower, gently unbuttoning her skirt and letting it pool around her feet. She had both hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as he as he softly traced the outline of her hipbone with his lips. Then her underwear floated down to join her skirt and she was truly naked before him. Her flame red patch of hair so close to his face she could feel his breath on her lips of her pussy, invading her.

Her trembling feet could no longer bare the strain and they buckled. He caught her as she fell, and laid her out on the rug next to Lucy. He gazed at Helen then, his eyes roaming freely over her body, a exquisite pale skinned, red-haired beauty and it was his turn to catch his breath. 

‘Hurry’ she whispered 

She again felt his breath between her legs and, sighing she arched her back, spreading her legs to allow his access. His tongue flickered against the inside of her thigh, teasing her, causing her to cry out in frustration and desire until, at long last she felt his open mouth press against her mound, his tongue parting her swollen lips to delve deep into the sodden, warm folds. She felt herself loosing control as his tongue found her clit, circling it with slow strong movements, alternating between that and plunging his tongue into the deepest, most sensitive part of her.. The orgasm, when it came was of a violence she had never known, crashing through her body like an unstoppable tidal wave. Her hot, sweaty body thrashed about on the floor, her hands clawed at the rug and she cried out into the night. A sound that she barely recognised as her own, the sound of a woman giving herself up to complete abandon.

Then he was on her, his mouth on hers and she tasted her own cum mixed with the blood of Lucy on his lips and tongue as he took possession of her mouth. She felt his cock, rigid and huge press against her . She wet and ready and only had time to whisper a breathless ‘Yes!’ before he took her, pressing his length into her, filling her.She wrapped her legs and arms around him and returned his kisses with a wild passion she had never known or believed herself capable of. He withdrew almost his full length. And slowly thrust into her again.

Every nerve ending in her body was on fire and she moaned into his mouth, pushing her own tongue through his lips, cutting them on his sharp incisors filling his mouth with the taste of her blood. This seemed to raise up the demon in him and their lovemaking became more intense. His thrusts became more frequent and he pushed her back toward ecstasy again and again until another orgasm as powerful as the first rolled over her.

At the same time the vampire threw his head back and issued a cry that seemed the shake the building, as he came, filling her pussy with cum like liquid ice, chilling her even as it pushed her further and higher into ecstasy until it seemed to her that she lost consciousness for a few moments.

When she recovered she looked up at her lover above her gazing down, felt his cock slowly dwindling inside of her and realised there was only one more part she had to play.  He bent down, gently kissed her on the lips, a more chaste kiss than what had gone previously but a kiss still filled with a kind of tender passion 

He began to speak but her look silenced him. Suddenly, as if caught by a new resolve she pressed her head back into the rug, throwing it back so that the full length of her throat was exposed.. Her breathing was coming in short gasps as she pulled him down towards her. As his head fell he opened his mouth and she had one last glimpse of  his teeth gleaming in the light before she closed her eyes and surrendered. 

Although she had vowed to voice no protest she still cried out as his fangs cut deep into her taught neck but the pain was quickly drowned out in the feelings of pleasure which began to course threw her body. She felt his mouth and tongue working on her skin drawing the blood from her body and the feeling intensified until all she no thought left other then to let the vampire take everything he desired.

The vampire’s cock stiffened inside her and he began to make love to her again, even as he took her life. Her wordless moans mixed with the soft wet sounds of the vampire feeding was all that could be heard in the room, Her moans built up to a crescendo before slowly dying away and the only noise left was the vampire draining the last drop of blood from her still, pale body. Her face still, her red hair played out of the rug and a strange smile on her face.

When he had finished he rose to his feet, took one last look at the two forms lying on the floor beneath him. He bent to place a gentle kiss on each of them and was gone. He had been almost half a century without freedom, it was time to make up for that: it was time to take revenge on the town responsible.  Tonight had been a good start.

Lucy’s family had reported their daughter missing that same night but it wasn’t until later the next day that the bodies were found. This was reported in the local papers but what really grabbed peoples attention was the news was that their bodies had disappeared from the town mortuary the following night. This, coupled with alleged sightings of the two women gave the papers something to write about, mocking the superstitious locals who were already putting back the bars which had been taken down twenty years before.  Within a fortnight no -one was mocking. And every house had bars on their windows, even on the upper floors. 

Free At Last



- Over the years did some contracting jobs for a couple of ladies, always partying with them, and they told me a tale. I've changed the names and times, but it is the basic story I was told. Rather it is true or not, I would only be guessing.

 1- The Plan

by Wizard

My mother, Janice Jones, was barely thirteen when she got pregnant by Bob Morton, my father, who was seventeen. Her father threw a fit, charged my father to the fullest extent of the law, forbid them from seeing each other, and barely restrained himself from shooting him.

Needless to say things didn't get better after I was born. My father was still in jail when I was born, he served eighteen months, after signing away his rights to my grandfather, under the single restriction his baby girl's name was to be Jamie Ann Morton. Once out he worked two jobs and sent nearly all the money to my mother, but grandpa Jim wasn't about to budge on the issue. Still, they snuck off constantly, and planned on running away when mom turned eighteen. 

Mom was so young she was more of a big sister to me, for the longest time even called her Janice, and I can't remember seeing my dad more than twenty times. It was my grandparents who raised me. I was my grandpa's pride and joy, the reason he let my mother and father sneak around, but he was never going to allow them to marry. Grandma Betty and mom loved me too, but grandpa Jim doted on me, teaching me to play baseball and football, we watched all the games together. I was his boy he never had. Grandpa found out about the plan and told mom she could go now, and not come back. But, I was staying, and he had legal custody of me, nothing she could do about it. Because of this my mother and father never got together.

After mom finished school she went to community college, then became grandpa Jim=s bookkeeper at his hardware store. Dad kept sending us money, which mom put in a college fund for me, but when I was ten he died in a work accident. Grandpa Jim pitched a fit, but mom took me to the funeral. It was sad the only family there for my dad was mom and me, but he had a lot of friends show up. I said good-by to a man I never knew, although everyone there talked as if he was a very nice man.

A few months later mom received a three hundred thousand dollar insurance check my father had in her name. She now had the money to take grandpa to court and win me, as well as her freedom. Only problem, she had been cut off and sheltered far too long and didn't have the heart. Grandpa Jim had broken her spirit. I wanted so bad to help her and I fell deeply in love with her, or the notion of being her savior and protector.

I was seventeen when grandpa Jim had a heart attack and died, a month before graduation. He was so proud I was going to finish high school not pregnant. I couldn't tell him I liked girls, and was in love with my mother. Just before I headed off for my sophomore year of college grandma Betty died, probably of a broken heart. Right or wrong she loved grandpa Jim. These deaths hit me much harder than my father's, and it was even rougher on mom. She was in such bad shape I suggested skipping a year of school, but she wouldn't hear of it, promising she'd be fine.

Had chosen an out of state college, trying to fight these feelings for mom, and hoping she might find her independence, only wanting the best for her. Wishing to graduate in three years I was taking extra classes. It was hard, and being an art major I kept busy with my artwork on weekends. My hope was to become a sculptor and my hobby was photography, still had time to experiment. 

After the fourth miserable attempt at having a boyfriend I gave it up and stuck with girls, which there were plenty of. Most the guys wanted to get drunk, then laid, most of the girls just wanted to find a great lay, which is tough to do with a drunk dude. Because of this fact, girls on girls were no big deal, with most not even considering themselves lesbians. I was blessed with a tongue long enough to touch the top of my nose, not just the tip, and every girl I had loved it. 

On my eighteenth birthday I received my first big dividend of my trust fund, and spent a portion on a little cosmetic surgery. Wasn't a nose job or bigger boobs, both I might have needed. No, it was splitting the fold under my tongue, which acts as an anchor. This procedure didn't add any real length to my tongue, but gave me more range of motion. I also vigorously brush my tongue twice a day, making it a tad rougher than most. All these little things combined made me the most talented tongue in the college.

Had a Saturday class, so me getting home on the weekends was out, but I called at least every other day and went home holidays. Every time I went home I could see mom was getting worse, even hear her crying at night. And every time I tried to comfort her or talk to her she would withdraw from me, swearing she was fine. 

Thinking the work was too much mom sold the family business and I thought she might travel, or something. But she didn't do anything, except exercise and paint, which she had done both faithfully her whole life. Bored and lacking any social contact she finally took a part-time job. 

It wasn't much better for me, my infatuation wasn't about to go away, and pining over mom was seriously cutting in to my social calendar. Worse yet my sexual conquests weren't doing anything for me, I was no longer thrilled at taking some supposed hetero girl's sapphic cherry. I used to be able to get off just thinking about the last young lady I tenderly introduced girl love too.

After my sophomore year I knew I had to do something, so I formed a plan of seduction. I was going to have my mother.

* * *

Mom is waiting for me at the airport, I kiss her quickly on the lips and give her a huge hug. "This year was tough, and I missed you so much."

She kisses me, on the lips and a lot longer than I kissed her, which set my pussy off. "I missed you too, baby girl."

God, she's so hot looking, even in her overly-conservative attire. Five-six, athletic, shapely build, shoulder length brown hair and 'c' cup titties. Far as I'm concerned Janice is the pure essence of womanhood.

Once in the car I slide over next to mom, and she runs her hand through my shortly cropped hair. "What's this?"

"New hair cut." I smile. "You can't believe how much time it saves me. Lather it up, rinse it off, BAM! I'm done. No make-up saves even more time." Giggling I whisper in her ear. "Quit shaving too, hope I don't gross you out when we're by the pool."

"Um-m, I'll try to keep an open mind, after all you're of legal age." She sighs, then leans over and kisses me on the cheek. "I'm just glad to have you home." Wrapping her arm around my shoulders she holds me close. "Honey, I missed you and haven't been this excited in years. What do you want to do first?"

"Well, my mind has been in overdrive the last month, so rest for a bit." I laugh. "But, Friday we have a date, I=m taking you to dinner."

"A date?" She fans herself. "Oh god, it's been ages." Smiling she shrugs. "Don't expect much, but I'll go on a date with you."

"Great." I kiss her on the cheek. "I'll take care of everything, and I'm going to make it the best time of your life."

"Goodness baby girl, you're getting me so excited maybe we should go out tonight."

"Unh-unh, too tired and way too much to do to get ready." I run my hand down her cheek, and I think she gets a little flushed. "You only have two days to wait, and it'll be worth it, guaranteed."

When we get home I=m going for a swim and change into my trunks, which is what they are, kind of short shorts, called a hipster not a bikini bottom, and no top. It's how all my clothes were, boyish looking, but with a girl's cut. Only owned two dresses, the black one I had worn to my grandparent's funerals and a white one, in case we were going somewhere a little fancy for dinner. Most of the time it was shorts or jeans with a t-shirt. As for pajamas, forget it, I slept nude, or occasionally in my undies.

Mom takes one look, and shakes her head. "Jamie, you're not a tomboy any more, we're going to need to get you a proper swimsuit, with a top."

Five-eleven, reed thin, freckled and just under cute I'm tomboy looking. "Why? I love this suit, and I'm practically flat chested with boy nipples." Put my arms over my head, showing off my furry pits. "What do you think, now? Do I look like a boy?"

Mom giggles. "I think you've got a great body, and look like a girl."

"How about some piercings?" Stick my tongue fully out, and I wiggle it. "Was thinking I could get two barbell studs in this bad boy. I'll look like a punk rocker, cool huh?"

"No, they're gross." Shaking her head mom sighs. "Well, at least you've got your father's strawberry blond hair and not mine. Good thing you're not as furry as Aunt Clara, or no doubt you'd be growing a moustache." She runs her hand over my pit hairs, then strokes my thigh. "It's a lot softer than mine too, which is good."

I'm speechless and can smell pussy, but not sure whose it is. Know I'm soaked and I want to take my mom right then and there. Takes every ounce of my willpower to resist, but didn't want to scare her off, and I have to stick with the plan.

Go swimming and cool off. Mom comes out, in a two piece, and I splash water at her. "This is my turf, no tops allowed in the pool. You come in I'm taking it off."

"Jamie, stop being silly." Mom covers her boobs with her hands. "They'll burn."

"Sunscreen will take care of that." I hold up the tube. "I'll put it on for you." Mom giggles and gets in the pool, with her top on. I swim over. "I mean it, I've claimed this backyard as my turf for the summer, no tops in the pool."

She tries to swim away, but I easily catch her, and we wrestle. She holds her own for a bit, but is laughing too hard and I get her top off, slinging it out of the pool. "There that's more like it. You can't tell me it doesn't feel better than being all confined."

Holding her boobies mom looks around the yard, as if the neighbors might see. But the house is on the crest of a hill, and sits in the middle of a two acre parcel, no one could see even if they had a telescope. She giggles. "Does feel nice, and it's kind of naughty."

I pull her towards the side. "Come on, you're pretty boobies aren't going to feel good if they burn. Lets get some sunscreen on them, it's waterproof."

Her milky white titties are so nice and round, with those pink nipples sticking up so beautifully. Can't help myself and I stare at them, which mom notices and in response her nipples get even harder. They are mouth watering, an inch tall and near that across, sitting on three inch areolas. I picture me running my long tongue over those babies, making my little nipples hard. They are only a quarter inch tall, a bit wider and her nipple could nearly cover my areola. I think what it might be like rubbing our nipples together and I cream in my shorts.

Pour some sunscreen in my hand, cup the underside of her breast. She doesn't protest, tell me no, or even help, just lets me rub the sunscreen on, getting a low, sexy moan to escape her lips. Do the same with the other hand and start massaging mom's titties. She tilts her head back and softly hums. I do a good, thorough job and if the stuff didn't taste so nasty I would've sucked those hard nipples. Instead we swim a bit, then get out to sun dry, and mom doesn't make a move for her top or a towel. The two of us sit there, side-by-side, topless, it's so sexy hot, I want to finger myself.

We go in and change, both coming out in t-shirts, but neither wearing a bra, which I rarely did, but mom always wore hers. We have a great evening, but mom and me don=t flirt any more. 

With my plan in action and this day, I'm so excited I can't get to sleep til after I enjoy three climaxes, the third imagining mom is doing the same thing in her bed.

* * *

While mom is at work I take care of the reservations, buy us new outfits, and pick up some decent groceries, meaning mostly junk food. Mom likes 'hippie food' I call it, grains, vegetables, a little meat, all organically grown, if possible. But, she did have a bit of a 'sweet tooth' never overdoing it, just a little something around nine, usually involving chocolate.

Had told mom the truth, I'd been busy this semester and it was fun shopping. I'm not a rich trust fund baby, but I do get twelve hundred a month allowance, with benefits of the trust paying my college expenses and me a car. Actually, a truck, baby blue 4by4 Ford ranger, pink pin stripes, big V-6, four inch lift kit and over-sized tires, it was a hot ride. My allowance isn't much, but enough I won't be waiting tables over the summer. 

When I get home it's too late to go swimming, and I wasn't sure mom would come out again. This day was nowhere near as titillating as yesterday, but I still have to masturbate three times before falling asleep.

It is the big day, Friday morning, and after breakfast I give mom her presents. Wrinkling her nose she smiles, her green eyes livelier than I've seen in ages. "Baby girl, what's all this?"

She's looking so cute I nearly cum in my undies. "A little something for my lady, you're new outfit for tonight. Promise to wear them?" Hearing this she looks at me suspiciously, but nods. I wiggle my eyebrows, and wink, taking out my camera. "I want to capture all of this for us to remember always, so act natural. Now open them just like they sit, top to bottom."

Mom blushes a bit, fussing with her hair. "Shouldn't I go put on a bit more make-up?"

"My girl is gorgeous." I lean over and give her a kiss. "I'm starting off shooting black and white, soft, a tad fuzzy even, then we'll graduate from there til we end with full color, should make a great scrapbook."

With a sigh she nods her head, then opens the top box. It's a sleeveless black blouse with thin blue stripes, very conservative. Holding it up she gives me a cute look and I click away. Next there is a matching skirt, then shoes. I get cute looks for each, then she shakes the one now on top. "I'm guessing new underwear." Package holds a black half-bra with matching lace string bikini panties, very sexy. I get a great snap of her surprise expression, then one with a lively twinkle in her eyes. "Oh my, honey, I've never worn anything like this."

"I know mom, you prefer super, ultra-conservative." I gently stroke her arm. "A sexy woman should be wearing a little something sexy, even if no one can see it."

"Okay dear, thank you, I'll give it a go." She opens the last, and lets out a gasp. I get a shot of her in absolute shock, looking into the box. It's still on her face as she holds up a sexy black garter belt and stockings.

I giggle and give her a kiss. "Doesn't hurt to have a little something naughty on, to make a woman feel extra special. Mom, I definitely want you to feel extra special, because that's what you are to me." Give her another quick kiss. "That's what this date is for, celebrating you being extra special, my extra special lady."

"Thank you, baby girl, it's the best present I've had in ages." She fans herself, and I capture it on film. "And I can truly say, I've never had anything like them before." Get a long hug, then she dabs at her eyes. "Extra special, that's how you always make me feel. Thank you, baby girl."

"Good, after lunch we can start getting you ready for your date. We have a six o'clock—"

"If we're not leaving until six, why start at noon?" Her nose is wrinkled, brow furrowed, and I get a picture.

"Was going to send you to a spa, where you don't have to lift a finger." I roll my eyes. "But, I know how you are, so I'll do the best I can. You=re going to need bathed, shaved, oiled, massaged, hair done, make-up, then dressed. And I've probably missed a thing or two." Take her hand, and I kiss it, then pull mom towards me and kiss her on the lips. "I want to spoil you, enjoy it."

"Alright, I'll fix us a nice lunch, then I'm all yours, and promise I won't lift a finger."

God, I want to pound my pussy, while eating her's, right there, instead I watch the minutes slowly tick by. I must've been just sitting there staring at the clock, because mom comes up behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. "Doesn't make it go any faster, baby girl, why not go take a quick dip?"

With a big sigh I go and put on my trunks. I'm not out there two minutes when mom comes out, and she doesn't have her top on, but has her hands on her titties. She gives me a big shrug and a little head bob. "Never picked my top up yesterday, guess it's a little late to worry about it now." 

"Yep," I break into a big grin, "I'll get the sunscreen." She's on the steps, pussy level with my chin, and I run a finger down the front of her bikini. "Maybe I'll outlaw all suits on my turf."

Mom swats my hand, then with both hands pins her suit to her hips, but exposes her delightful titties. "Jamie, stop that! What would the neighbors say?"

I giggle. "Besides, take it off?" I kiss her tummy. "It's okay, we'll take it in a little steps," I rub her bottom, and she leans into me, pressing her belly into my face, "starting Monday, no suits." 

Take a step back, pulling mom with me. She slides down my face, coming to rest with my head between her boobies. She giggles. "When did my shy baby girl become such a flirt?"

Back away a bit and let her get in the pool, then shrug. "Have to learn something in college." I pull her to me and kiss her. "So, what do you think of my technique?"

"Um-m," mom stays in my arms and lets out a long sigh, "I=m sold."

Oil up her titties, but she heads back in the house shortly after.

Mom must've been nearly as excited, seeing as she had a chicken salad ready by eleven. A quarter hour later she is pulling me to the back bath, leaving the dishes on the table, something which is never done, and her bikini top is still by the pool.

Run her bath, sprinkling it liberally with oils, salts, bubbles and such, things I know little about. I turn to find mom standing there not even starting to get undressed. Can't believe my luck, and I take a picture, then with trembling hands I undress her. She's standing there in bra and panties, making my pussy drool, and I have at least one picture of each stage. 

I stick my finger under her leg band, as high as I can go, then shaking my head slowly run it down to her pussy. "See this won't do, we=re going to get rid of your three for five dollars, blue light special, white cotton panties."

She giggles and thrusts into me enough to get my finger to slide in to her wetness, up to the first knuckle. "Um-m, no one sees them, why bother?"

I'm thrilled to death at such a reaction, but worried I'm rushing it, and she is at such a fragile state. "It's not for others mom, well, it's for your special person, but that's not even half of it." I kiss her thigh, and she gasps, causing me to back away. "Lingerie is to make you feel special, to make you feel good about yourself. Wait and see." Pull my finger away, then take her panties down. She steps out of them, in to me, sticking her bush in my nose. I almost play tug-of-war with her barely exposed clit.

Take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the scent of sweet pussy, counted to five before standing. Mom sighs, as if disappointed I'm not eating her pussy. Haven't figured any of this into my plan, and I can't trust my judgment at reading the signs, something I'm very good at with my other girlfriends, and my girl friends.

Get the camera and mom covers her pussy. "Oh no, nothing pornographic. Jamie, I mean it! What if they got out, like on the web?"

"It isn't porn, they are for us to enjoy." I reposition her hands at her sides. "You look sexy, very beautiful, and will want to remember this, okay?"




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"Yes."

After three pictures, with one on the floor looking up, I put the camera down. Instead of going behind her I reach around to unhook her bra, a generic match to her panties. My hands are trembling so I fumble a bit, and mom leans into me, head on my shoulder. I unhook her bra, then massage her back, getting her to moan.

Get lucky and she backs away from me, because I wasn't about to. I know, without a doubt, I can seduce my mother right here, but not sure she will go all the way and can't afford to gamble. Take her bra off, and it's impossible not to notice her rock hard nipples, sticking out even farther than when I saw them in the pool. "Same goes for your bra, mom." I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "If you get in this condition often that tough material will chafe you."

She gasps. "Never been in this condition before, not even close."

"Mom, I've seen you in this condition almost the entire time I've been home."

"Okay, you're right, I've been a bit excited." She giggles. "But honey, that's because you're here. I can't help how I feel."

My head is swimming in a fog at those words, I giggle, knowing my plan is going to work. "Now that I'm going to be here awhile, chances are it will happen again. So, we're going shopping next week for new undies, sexy ones, and nothing white, unless they're see-through or pure lace."

"Jamie!" Mom blushes.

"What? You can=t believe how sexy see-through panties make you feel, and lace get you so aroused you'll always be wet."

"Jamie!" Mom is really turning red, all the way to her titties.

"What? I know you get wet, you're wet now."

Sighing she shivers. "May I have my bath now?"

"Pictures first, sexy lady." I take three, then instruct, "Spread your legs out." She moves them half a foot, and tries to keep her thighs together. "A lot farther than that sexy lady, I want to capture your arousal."

"Jamie!"

"What? It's so sexy, and I know you're going to love these pictures." I tap the inside of her leg. "Want them at least two feet apart." She does it, while I get behind her. "Um-m, that's nice, now bend over slightly, and be a bit naughty, feel how wet you are."

Mom bends over and a shudder runs through her. "I'm counting on you to never let these out of your sight, I mean it."

"Trust me, I'll cherish them forever." I rub the insides of her thighs, getting a moan as her pussy opens, all glistening and pink. After a handful of pictures I move around to the front and she stands up. "We need more arousal." I run my thumb over her clit, and she growls at me. I get pictures of her erect clit, and she isn't the only one wet. I kiss her thigh, just off her bush. "Ready for a bath?"

"Ah, yes. I think I better sit down before I fall down."

She takes my arm and I escort her to the tub, give her a bath, shave her legs and pits, then wash her hair. I'm in heaven, even enjoy a minor orgasm.

Let her soak and go get the bed ready for her massage. Can't help myself and slip a finger in my pussy, then lick the cream off. Give her a massage, and judging by her still hard nipples and the sweet smell of her pussy she enjoys it as much as me.

Have her stand beside the bed, then with camera in hand I back away. "One more little present, it's on the nightstand." Breathing heavy she picks it up, and can obviously tell it's a jewelry box. "Go ahead sexy lady, open it."

She gasps, "Oh my god, pearls! Jamie, you shouldn't have." She shakes her head, just staring at the box, as I snap pictures.

I giggle. "Can my girl get them out of the box and hold them up, please? I want a picture of them, then I'll put them on you."

Giggling she holds up the string of pearls. "Um-m, matching earrings and bracelet too, but you shouldn't have." I get a great picture of a tear at the corner of her eye, as she sports a cute grin. "They're beautiful, Jamie, but you really shouldn't have." 

Step up and she jumps in my arms, hugging me and kissing me, her hard nipples burrowing into my t-shirt. She wraps her legs around me and just hangs from my neck, luckily I have my clothes on, or I would have her in bed in a heartbeat. "Trust me, they're not as beautiful as you." I hold her for a while, then pat her butt. "Does my girl want me to put them on her?"

"Yes, please." She kisses me, gently humping me. "Thank you so much, you've made my year, baby girl. You must've spent a fortune."

They were a string of white pearls, in the middle hung a gold oblong, with three black pearls in it. The earrings matched, with two white pearls on either side of the dangling oblong. "Bought it, after Christmas." I kiss her neck. "I know you don't like dangling earrings, but these just looked so hot." I nibble on her ear lobes, she is leaning back into me, breathing raggedly.

I get her jewelry on, then rub her butt. "You want to go see how you look, sexy lady?"

Giggling she runs into the bathroom. I get shots of her, looking into the mirror, and a great one of her backside, but the reflection of her front in the full-length mirror. I have her turn around and take a few reverse shots. She gives me a hug and more kisses, thanking me again and again.

Get her back to the bed and put on her panties, but her wild bush is sticking out all over. I shake my head. "Hair is fine for a tomboy, but not a sexy lady. You=re going to need a trim."

She doesn't say anything as I take her panties off, but her breathing is heavy and erratic. Shave and trim her bush, then while rubbing oil on the shaved area she gasps, "Oh, my god." Her body trembles, as she tries to suppress her impending climax, then she gives up and moaning loudly enjoys it. "Ah, sorry, oh my." She fans herself. "Honey, I'm so embarrassed that happened. I think I better finish getting dressed by myself."

"Don't be silly, or embarrassed." Rub her stomach, and I kiss her. "I wanted you to enjoy yourself, what could be more enjoyable than an orgasm?" 

"Not much." She sighs, then rolls her eyes. "But, not from my daughter."

I laugh. "You don't tell, I won't. Now, let's get your panties on and see how we did."

Put her panties on, retie one side, then sliding my fingers fully under the leg bands readjust each front and back. I smooth down the material, with a hand, not my tongue, like I want to do.

She checks everything in the mirror. 

Nodding I give her a little whistle. "Whew, looks sexy. I'm amazed at the firmness of your boobs. Love the large areolas, definitely lady nipples, not boy nipples." I cup her titties. "But, I don't have to worry about sagging."

Mom covers my hands with her's, and I think she is going to take mine off her titties, but she squeezes, getting me to squeeze too. "Firmness, is just one of many benefits of daily exercise and a decent diet." She squeezes my hands again. "Thanks for the compliment, and there isn't anything wrong with your boobs. You're a very beautiful young lady, and will make someone very happy." The word someone gets me thinking mom might know about my sexuality, but she adds, "Well, is there a special boy?"

"Mom?" I giggle, and she let go of my hands, and I take them off her titties. "There was one or two, but most are in college to have fun and far too immature to think of anything serious."

"Well baby, that's quite sensible, but I think there's more." She wiggles her butt. "Come on baby girl, I feel so sexy and naughty I want to hear some girl talk. You been getting laid?"

Can't believe we're having this conversation with my mother being near naked. I sigh. "If you must know there is someone very special, and I think there might be something to build on."

"Oh, this is news to me. Do tell. Are you getting laid?"

"Not now, I don't want to be premature about the relationship. Now let's get you dressed, we don't want to be late for our reservations."

I put her bra, garter and stockings on, then do her hair, nails and make-up. Once finished I take a step back, and motion for her to turn around. "Um-m," licking my lips, I wink, "yum-yum, you're one sexy cutie, I wouldn't mind eating up."

"Stop that." Mom blushes, and shakes her head. "I've never been very sexy."

"Yes you have," I correct her, "you just didn't know it."

"Well," she looks in the mirror, and takes a deep breath, "I certainly feel sexy." She giggles. "Good thing we started early, it took you so long to get me this way you're going to make us late."

"Won't take me any time at all, but it's to be a surprise." I shoo her away. "You can finish getting dressed on your own. I've got all the good pictures already."

Have everything laid out, slacks, pale purple dress shirt, sports jacket, nice causal wear, topped off with a snazzy gray hat. One glance in the mirror and I have to admit I look good as a dude. Mom is waiting for me when I come out of the bathroom, camera in hand, and she gasps, "Oh my goodness, Jamie?"

"Yes ma'am, Jamie Morton." Put my camera down, tip my hat, then bring my other hand out from behind my back to give her a single long-stemmed red rose. "You must be Miss Janice Jones, I wasn't told you were so stunningly beautiful."

"Thank you." Smiling, she takes the rose. "I had no idea you would be so handsome." She put her hand over her mouth. "God, baby girl, in this light, you remind me so much of your father. It's as if you've taken twenty years away." She wipes away a tear. "Is that his favorite cologne?"

"Yes, it's what I remember about him. I'm sorry mom, I'll change."

"Nonsense, I like you in this outfit." She smoothes down my shoulders, runs her hand slowly down my cheek, then kisses me on the lips, long and tenderly, but no tongue. "It's all good memories. Please, keep it on, you look so handsome."

I hold out my arm. "Why thank you, my lovely lady. Shall we go?"

"After we get pictures of us, and I want some of you." We take the pictures, and mom directs the action, when it is the two of us. She wants one with my arm around her waist, then shoulders, even a pair with us kissing. It's so hot, I think I=m going to explode. Finally she informs me, "I'm having so much fun I don't want to, but we should be going."

She takes my arm and we leave, making it to the restaurant right on time. Have a fine meal, then a great time at an art gallery, all the time mom carries her rose. She asks me about my possible suitor and I give her a character description, then change the subject. I get plenty of pictures, even a terrific panty shot as she gets out of the car.

My plan was have a drink or two, a little dancing and minor petting, before going home, but she seems so agreeable to everything I head home early, horny as hell, and near positive mom is in the same condition.

We make a little small talk, then I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. Should've bought a strap-on which didn't have anything you needed to step in to. As it is I have to get undressed, put it on, then re-dressed.

I finally get out of the bathroom and mom asks, "Jamie, are you okay, you were in there a long time? I=m ready for bed."

"Um-m," I grab my crotch, "after such an exquisite evening I'm ready for bed too."

"Jamie," mom shakes a finger at me, "don't be crude."

"You're right, sorry." I smile. "I'm fine Janice, I'll walk you to your room."

Mom giggles. "Oh my, what a gentleman." I give her my arm, and walk her to the end of the hall. She stops at the door. "Well, Jamie I had a wonderful time, and would love to do it again."

"Me too, say next Friday, it's another date, our second." Grinning, I slowly run my finger down her cheek, then across her lips. "Would it be out of line to ask for a good night kiss?"

"Ah, no, I guess a little kiss won't hurt, will it?" She sighs, and a slight shiver runs through her. "Friday is fine with me, looking forward to it."

She might have thought it is going to be a peck on the cheek, but doesn't take her long to realize it isn't, and it only takes a second longer for her to kiss back. She takes my tongue, then slips her's in my mouth. We break and I grin, then lean back in, to within an inch of her lips, and she initiates this kiss, longer than the first.

I'm standing real close when we break and Janice is panting. "Whew, that was nice Jamie. Haven't felt that flushed in a while. I mean, besides this afternoon."

"Glad you liked it Janice, I certainly did, you're one hot lady. Are you going to ask me in?"

"Oh, I don't know about—"

"You're going to ask me in, you know you want to." I kiss her, and she eagerly kisses me back. "I'll give you a good reason for you wanting to cook me breakfast in the morning."

"Really, what would that be?"

"Simply put," I lean into her, pressing my strap-on into her thigh, "Janice, I'm about to give you a night full of orgasms. Your pussy is on fire, and I can put it out."

"Jamie, we can't do—"

"Why?" I slowly run my fingertip from the tip of her nose to the middle of her breasts. "Seems to me we already have."

"Honey, that was a mistake."

"And since these won't be they'll be even better." I run my finger in a figure eight around her breasts. "You=re so hot, bet you're a real tiger n bed."

"No, I'm not very sexual."

Lick my fingertip and rub her hard nipple. "Not yet," I rub her other nipple, "but that's going to change tonight, you sexy little cutie."

"Jamie, all this has been fun, but no more, we can't do—"

"Spent a lot this evening, and I don't want to be insensitive, Janice." I kiss her gently on the lips. "But I'm going to fuck you tonight, no doubt about it, can smell your pussy, and you want it." I slowly run my tongue across her lips, and she sucks it into her mouth. Kiss her hard, snaking my tongue fully in her mouth, getting her to jump a bit, then eagerly suck on it.

"Oh my," she is panting heavily, rubbing her thighs together like she has a minor problem, "never felt anything that wonderful before, but it has to stop. We can't—"

"You can invite me in to your bed, and I'll give you plenty of pleasure, or I'll bend you over the couch, pull your wet panties down and fuck you for my pleasure." Kiss her harder and longer than earlier, with her not trying to stop me. "What=s it going to be, sexy lady?"

"Stop being so crude. You wouldn't do that to me." She shakes her head. "Jamie, that's rape, you can't, you won't do—"

"Won't have to, you need it, and do want it. That little thing I gave you this afternoon wasn't much more than a sneeze compared to what I'm about to give you." I reach under her dress, pressing her panties into her pussy. "You're soaked, near dripping." Run my wet fingers lightly over her lips, then I kiss her, savoring the taste of her pussy and she doesn't push me away. I break, but stay nearly touching our lips, and I'm cupping her titties. "You want to know how I'm going to make you climax?"

She kisses me. "How?"

"Once I get you on the bed I take your wet panties off, then with that tongue you find so interesting, I'm going to eat your pussy and finger you, giving you at least three. Then I'm going to give you my eight inch dick, it's thick and will fill you nicely, giving you at least a dozen. And you know what happens after that?"

"No," panting she kisses me, "what?"

Through her dress I=m rolling her hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "I start over, and we keep it up for the entire weekend. In fact, til you have to go to work Tuesday. You're not even going to put on a pair of panties, and will be begging me to make you cum." She gasps, and now cupping her pussy I press into her farther. "Actually, I'm going to take your drenched panties off right here, and eat you to an orgasm. I'm going to leave a trail of clothes to your bed, where you'll lay down and give yourself to me, to do as I please, for as long as I please."

"Don't know about..." she gasps, "Jamie, this isn't right."

"Sure it is, you're about ready to climax." I'm still cupping her pussy, running my middle finger in as far as her panties will let me, and she is so close. "One other thing, after I make love to you, I'm going to fuck you."

"Ugh-h, oh dear god, I want to, more than ever before, but we shouldn't." Another shiver runs through her. "Jamie, what is the difference? I mean, between making love and fucking?"

"A lot," I push harder into her pussy, "but both must be experienced, not described. Interested, you sexy little cutie?"

"Oh my," Janice's body starts shaking, as she enjoys a mild orgasm, although much harder than this afternoon's. Panting she kisses me, then nods. "Yes, I want to know."

I take my hand off her pussy, brace myself with my hands on the wall, then press my body into Janice=s, kissing her hard. "You're so sexy, absolutely glowing." I back off a bit, but still have my hands on the wall, and just look at her.

"It's so hot." Shivering, she wipes her brow. "Ah, what are you waiting for?"

"Janice, I'm trying to be a gentleman, and need to be asked."

"Oh." She kisses me. "Jamie, come into my room, please."

Squeeze her titties, getting her to moan, then I thrust into her crotch. "Unh-unh, told you it starts here." I unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. "What do you want me to do?"

"Jamie, I want you to take off my wet panties and lick me."

"Um-m, love to Janice." I slide down her, and she picks up her skirt for me, then I kiss her panty-covered pussy. "Goodness, my pretty, your panties are even wetter, nice bush." Take her shoes off, then kiss my way up her stocking covered legs.

Instead of untying her panties where I sit, turn her until the bow is facing me. Kiss all around her bow, then untie the string, exposing half her bottom and bush. I kiss her butt cheek and mom starts panting, or is still panting. I turn her back to face me, lick up her thigh, then her bush, causing her to moan. Gently turn her the other way, cup her pussy, before untying the second bow, because of my hand her panties stay, but her bottom and bush are exposed.

After more kisses I turn her back to face me. I massage her bush while pulling her panties out from between her legs. Janice sucks her lungs full of air, as an orgasm runs through her body. "God, that was the greatest, and you only took off my panties."

"Spread your legs, my little cutie."

"I've only had three men," her breathing is harsh, "two were near useless, and no women. Your father was alright, but never did anything like this. Jamie, I don't have very much experience."

"You don't need experience." Kiss her pussy, getting a low growl out of her. I push her legs apart. "All you need to do is relax, and enjoy me." I run my tongue lightly across her slit getting her to whimper. "Don't hold back, Janice. You're going to be going off like a steam whistle, the rest of the night, and well into the morning."

"G-guess, I needed t-this." Janice sighs. "It feels s-so good, so very, v-very g-good."

"Definitely," is all I can say, as I savor the wetness of her pussy. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get my mother in this position again, but it's something I've dreamed about forever, and in this case real life was so much better.

I stick my tongue in her pussy, wiggle it side to side, then stick it as deep as I can. Janice tenses up and grabs my head. "Oh god, that feels good, like never before. Um-m, Jamie girl, eat my pussy. I need this so badly, don't stop, baby girl." Move up to her clit, and I slide a finger in her pussy. Leaning back into the wall she is panting, mumbling how good it feels.

Her climax begins and she is howling, her knees buckle, she drops her skirt and steadies herself with my head. I suck on her clit, setting her off on another orgasm. I stand, and wasn't going to kiss her, seeing as my face is covered in pussy juice, but she pulls me to her and kisses me.

We break, and still panting mom shakes her head. "Seriously, thought I might pass out. No doubt about it, never had anything like that before, I=m not sure I can walk."




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"You don't have to." I unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then I finish unbuttoning her blouse, it joined her skirt. I get a picture of her still leaning against the wall, looking very flushed. Pick her up and with her hands around my neck she nestles her head into my shoulder. I readjust her so I'm able to slip a finger in her pussy. "Better?"

"Oh god yes." She kisses me, then purrs, "I take it all those girls calling for you wanted a date."

"What girls?"

"You know." Mom rolls her eyes. "At least five a week still call here, and most ask for Jamie the tongue."

"Sorry, thought they had stopped ages ago." I shrug. "Yes, most probably a first date, but some a second or third."

She nibbles on my ear. "Um-m, I can see that, baby girl, I can see that very easy. Guess the boys aren't too impressed with such a lovely tongue."

There was a minor hitch or two, but my plan worked perfectly. Even though we weren't physical mom had been my major love interest for the last ten years and now she is in my arms, enjoying the afterglow of a fine orgasm, I gave her. Just stand there enjoying the fact, as my dream girl hugs me.

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to be continued...



Free At Last



Thirty year old assistant bank managers are probably supposed to act a certain way. My employer reminds me of this four times a year at regional meetings we have to attend. For the most part, I've bought into the system when it comes to work hours.

But, I reserve the right to have an unrestricted life away from work. My problem recently has been when my two lives—work and private—collide.

My name's Rachel. I'm divorced. 'Irreconcilable differences' doesn't even begin to explain the problems I had with my ex. Sex (or lack thereof), money, compatibility...you name it. We differed.

Now I'm free. Free at last! Oh happy day!

I'm about 5' 5" tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. People say I'm 'cute' and I'm OK with that. I'd prefer "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" or "Are you a model?", but that's fine. I think I have a great body, actually. My breasts are neither too big nor too small. And my ass is firm and tight with just enough meat to hold onto while rolling in bed.

Having reached the magic age of thirty and being divorced, I thought it was time to do some things I'd been thinking about. Like writing stories for Literotica. Luckily, I've had enough experiences that I should be able to keep you occupied with stories for a while. Only time will tell if you find them as erotic to read as I found them in real life.

Chapter 1

The first time I started to blur the line between work life and private life was soon after we hired a new teller. His name was Chad. As the assistant bank manager, I did all the interviewing and made recommendations to the manager. He, the manager, didn't talk to them until I pretty much decided we were going to hire them.

During Chad's interview, his energy and sense of humor overcame his obvious sleepwalk through college. Besides, he was sexy in a 'just out of college and sure of myself' kind of way. Part of me wanted to jump on him and show him how a real woman enjoyed sex. The other part wanted to flirt.

Since I couldn't flirt verbally during the interview without setting myself up for being sued, I had to be physical. A movement of my body to expose some cleavage here; a crossing of my legs to raise my skirt there.

To his credit, Chad met every challenge and came back with his own provocative move. By the time we shook hands at the end of the interview, my panties were soaked and my legs were unsteady.

I recommended Chad to the manager and he reported to work two weeks later. My senior teller trained him directly, but I made sure I met with Chad on a regular basis. We were continually flirting from day one. Soon, we were very comfortable around each other.

On the day he was to learn about closing the bank at night, it was my job to go over the vault closing routine with him. All the other employees had gone home for the night when Chad leaned on my office door and announced he was ready.

"Great. Let me save this document and I'll be right there," I said. I quickly did the save and got up to join Chad. We exchanged smiles as I walked past him, leading the way to the vault.

I thought I could feel his eyes on my ass, but decided it was wishful thinking. I hadn't chosen that particular tight skirt specifically for him, but did find myself thinking about him some mornings when choosing an outfit.

I stopped at the open vault door. "OK. Let me explain some of the things you need to look for inside the vault before leaving for the night," I said.

Chad was standing closer to me than he normally did and I felt strangely uneasy. Maybe that's not the right word. I felt anxious. No, I felt unsure that I could stand this close to him and not touch him. I had an overpowering urge to touch him all over.

"OK," he said.

"First, make sure there is nothing on the viewing table," I said, pointing to the little table in the center of the safe deposit boxes. An image of me laying naked on the table while Chad fucked me flashed through my mind.

"OK," he said.

He looked at me and I had no clue whether or not he was paying any attention. Nor did I care at that point.

"Then look for anything on the floor," I continued. I wondered if he could hear the tension in my voice.

"OK."

"Then look for any open safe deposit boxes before walking out of the safe," I said.

That's when I turned to walk out. Except Chad didn't do the same. He remained in the doorway, blocking it completely with his beautiful body. We touched before I could stop my momentum. I looked up at him in surprise.

He put his hands on my arms in a strong, reassuring manner. My heart pounded in those agonizing couple seconds before our mouths met. It was a soft, almost friendly kiss.

"No," I said. "The cameras. Not here, Chad."

He had to realize that I never said "No. Don't kiss me" or "No. Let me go." I was worried only about the cameras catching us.

"Then where?" he asked.

I should have taken that opportunity to end the craziness. Instead, I led him back to my office. My mind was numb when we got to the door and I turned to face him. We kissed again and he leaned into me, forcing me completely inside the office. Chad pushed the door shut without ever breaking off the sensuous kiss.

He was a wonderful kisser and I was feeling the rush of a blatantly immoral act. This dude was one of my employees, not to mention being almost ten years younger than me. But when I felt his hands begin to massage my ass through the little skirt I couldn't resist.

Our bodies pressed together and I was quite certain he was hard. My moans only made him kiss me harder. Our tongues darted around in unabashed lust.

The next thing I knew, his hands were moving up the front of my body. When they cupped my breasts and I felt his fingers pulling at my sweater I should have stopped him. One had stayed on a breast while the other slide inside and rested on my stomach. Ever so slowly, he moved it up as we kissed some more.

The first time he touched my bra I thought I'd collapse. My legs were shaking from nerves and lust. He found the skin of my breast and pushed the bra aside. When I didn't protest he used both hands to raise my sweater. I watched him move the bra aside until he had access to my nipple.

His mouth surrounded it so fast I couldn't react. Chad was magnificent with his sometimes tender, sometimes rough treatment of my breast and nipple with his tongue, teeth and lips.

My body said 'fuck me', but my mind finally kicked in.

"No, Chad," I moaned. "No. Please. We can't."

He probably knew he was going to have to stop. But his final couple pinches of my nipple with his lips convinced me we might continue this at a later date.

"Please. Stop, Chad."

He rearranged my bra and sweater. "OK, but something tells me you enjoyed that."

"I think we should go home," I said, feeling my blushed face returning to normal.

"Your place?" Chad asked with an evil smile.

"Good night, Chad." I made sure he knew from my look that I wasn't as mad at him as I probably should have been.

Chapter 2

The next day at work I was very busy and that was a good thing. I wasn't sure what Chad or I would end up saying if we saw each other too much in the morning. By the time I was able to check in on him near the end of the day things were cool.

Several days passed with our playful banter returning to its original frequency, if not more. I questioned myself many times on whether or not I was kind of falling for him. Each time I almost convinced myself I wasn't.

Yet, I dressed for him and sought his company and desired his kisses. It was fun to have somebody showing interest in me again. Many nights I fell asleep with Chad on my mind. And, yes, many nights I pictured him naked.

If he was setting me up for another surprise 'attack', he was doing it very well. I was wanting him more and more.

We were leaving the bank together one day when he said, "Want to get something to eat?"

Almost instantly, I said, "Sure." Thinking back, I'm not sure if it was because I was starving or because I really wanted to spend more time with him.

"Where?" he asked.

"I don't care. You choose," I said as we got to our cars.

"Your place?"

"No, Chad. I can't cook." I had to give him credit for being persistent.

"Well, how about O'Neal's?"

This guy wasn't stupid. I'd talked about it as my favorite place often enough, so he had to know I'd agree. It was a pub style restaurant with a noisy, crowded bar and a dining room filled with dark mahogany booths, right out of a Dorothy Sayers mystery.

"Meet you there," I said as I entered my car.

I normally didn't go there without changing into jeans first. I had a pair of dress slacks on and one of my better blouses—not that I have a lot of expensive blouses. But this was one of them. On the way there, I made sure Chad couldn't see me, then unbuttoned one more button. I could only imagine what the other regulars at O'Neal's were going to say when they saw me dressed that way with a young dude at my side. Oh, well.

My favorite waitress, Angela, waited on us and she gave me a wink after delivering the drinks and walking behind Chad so he couldn't see. She looked down at him and erotically licked her lips. I wanted to smack her, but could only give her my best scowl without making it too obvious to Chad what was going on. I suspected he knew anyway.

He was very sweet during the meal, keeping up a lively discussion about many different topics. Within the confines of our dark booth, hidden from view of any other diners, I felt extraordinarily at ease with Chad. Except for Angela's blatant flirting with him, it was a delightful meal.

Before we left, Chad bought a round of beers at the bar. I enjoyed being with him in that environment, even though we had to practically be on top of each other to hold a conversation. Not that I was complaining. We were standing, our bodies almost constantly in contact with each other as the happy hour crowd grew in numbers.

At one point he said, "I like that blouse. You should wear it more often."

I'm sure he really meant, "You should wear it more often with that button open so I can see the fringe of that lacy bra and the swell of your breasts."

"Thanks," I managed to say over the noise. Any time we talked we had to put our heads together until they almost touched. It was agonizingly difficult not to kiss him.

"I've never seen you in anything but assistant bank manager clothes," he said. "When can I see you in jeans?"

"You wouldn't want to," I said.

He looked down at my ass and legs. "Oh, I think I would."

That's when I felt his hand slide around my waist, then slowly down my hip and casually onto my ass. It was done in such a way that anybody watching might not have even noticed. I loved his gentle touch and the feeling of our bodies together. Chad tightened his hold on my cheek for just a second, then released it again. My entire body quivered.

"Well, dream on," I said into his ear. Only this time I gave a slight tug with my lips before leaning back.

His smile spoke volumes. "I dream about you a lot."

"Liar."

"No, really," he said. "I do."

"What am I doing in your dreams?" I said with the most innocent look I could muster.

"Well, you're not approving loans for first-time homeowners."

I had to laugh. It wasn't the answer I expected.

"I don't suppose you're in these dreams," I said.

"I am."

"And what are YOU doing?"

His face was on my hair, pressing against my ear. "I'm licking whipped cream off your breasts."

Luckily, I had just swallowed a drink. This guy was driving me crazy. He was wonderful at dinner, his touches made me wet and now he whispers THAT into my ear.

"You must be very disappointed by the end of these dreams," I said.

His eyes were inside my blouse. "I'm very HARD by the end of my dreams."

If I'd had an ounce of sense left in me, I would have been afraid of who heard him. But it was like we were the only two in O'Neal's, I was so focused on Chad.

"Really? I'm flattered," I said calmly.

"You should be. You're very attractive."

I almost accused him of sucking up to his boss, but I didn't because I truly didn't think that's why he said it. Maybe I was being naïve. I wanted to believe him.

"Thanks, Chad." I kissed him on the cheek, then mischievously licked him. "Are you hard now?"

"I'm getting there."

"Show me."

I couldn't believe the words left my mouth. But it's what I desperately wanted. I wanted his hard cock. I wanted to cover it with whipped cream and lick it until he came.

Chad took my drink, put our glasses on a nearby table, and led me out of O'Neal's by the hand. We were at his car in a matter of seconds. We were inside, embracing and kissing in even less time than that. Our hands were everywhere. Mine quickly found his crotch and determined that he was, indeed, hard.

I fumbled at opening his pants while he finished unbuttoning my blouse. He had briefs on so I had to pull his pants down a little to have enough room to lower his briefs and find his cock. I let out a faint gasp, not only because Chad had found my nipple but because of the size of his penis.

I've seen a few in my life, either live or on film, but this was one of the better ones. My fear was that he wasn't completely hard and there was more to it. I was about to find out.

I leaned over and licked him from the balls up to the swollen tip. If I hadn't been so damn horny I would have teased him a little longer. But I put my lips around him and sucked in his entire length. I held him in my mouth for a second, then began to bob up and down on Chad's thick shaft.

I put a hand around the base and stroked him while I sucked the rest. Chad's moans assured me he was enjoying it.

He had one breast completely exposed and was working my nipple with more intensity. He had no clue I loved to have my nipples squeezed, so I just considered myself lucky. The moisture between my legs was rapidly increasing, my panties beginning to soak it up.

Chad put his hand on the back of my head and I deep throated him with delight.

"Oh, God. Yes. Suck my cock, Rachel. Suck me."

I didn't need extra urging. I loved the feel of his warm, throbbing cock between my lips and on my tongue. I wanted him inside my cunt, but that would have to wait.

Chad repositioned himself on the seat, but I never missed a beat. He held my head in place and the taste of precum finally hit my tongue.

"Yes, yes. Ahhh, Rachel. Almost there."

I didn't say a word. I used more pressure with my lips and hand to bring him even closer.

"Now. Now! Oh, God. Rachel!"

He lifted his ass off the seat and gripped my exposed breast with his large hand. A couple seconds later he grunted loudly and rammed his cock roughly into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth, waiting for the explosion of cum.

The first shot was long and sweet. Chad's cum hit the back of my throat and covered my tongue. Then he came again and again. I swallowed what I could, expecting him to finish soon. But he thrust his cock into me over and over, continually pouring cum into my mouth until it seeped out the corners and onto my chin.

His moans subsided and I sucked the last bit of cum out of him. My heart pounded. If he'd squeezed my nipple one more time I would have cum myself. But he collapsed onto the seat and I wiped off the excess cum with the inside of my blouse.

"Oh...my...God," Chad sighed. "That was fantastic."

"Thanks for dessert," I said with a smile as I buttoned my blouse.

"But what about you?" he asked.

"You owe me."

Chapter 3

I'm in the banking business, so paying one's debts is very important to me. This case was a little different, though, because the person who owed was more than willing to pay. With interest.

Almost a week passed since the O'Neal's incident. Chad and I had a difficult time keeping our desires in check at work. I was the one, admittedly, who kept putting off our next meeting away from work. I just needed time to make sure what I wanted to do was what I really wanted to do.

There's a saying: Let nature takes its course. Well, in this case, nature played a big part.

Chad and I were ready to close the bank one day when a very hard storm hit the area. Driving was going to be hazardous, at best. It made more sense to wait it out.

"Wow, it's really coming down," Chad said, looking out through the blinds in my office. I cared less about the storm than I did his gorgeous ass. I already had a sense something could happen this time.

"Don't try to drive home yet," I suggested.

"I wasn't going to. I'm not leaving until you do."

"What if I stay all night?" I said.

He grinned. "What do you sleep in?"

"Nothing," I answered.

"I'm staying."

We chatted for another half hour or so with no apparent letup of the storm. The rest of the bank was bathed in darkness and my faintly lit office seemed like a protective cocoon. Chad had taken off his tie and looked very comfortable in his shirt and pants. I thought back, as I often did, to the evening outside O'Neal's. That's when he caught me with my eyes frozen on his crotch.

There was an awkward silence for a second. "You still owe me, you know," I said.

"How could I forget," he replied. "I was leaving it up to you."

This guy could really be sweet when he wanted to be. "I'm demanding payment."

"Now?"

I laughed. "Are you going anywhere?"

"I wasn't planning on it," he said.

"Good. Get undressed," I demanded. It had been a long, long time since I could say that to a guy. The adrenalin rush was fantastic.

Chad closed and locked the office door, then made sure the blinds were completely shut. Our eyes met for a moment before I looked, once again, between his legs. I wondered if he was going to enjoy this as much as me.

He took off his shirt with deliberate motions. Not too fast, not too slow. He did the same with his shoes and socks. Then he got to his pants and made it clear he was going to punish me with an unhurried strip. That was OK with me. It gave me more time to check out his muscular arms and abs.

He unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Then he surprised me by sliding his hand inside his shorts and, apparently, pulling his cock up. I couldn't see it, but the result was obvious. When he slowly let his pants fall, the bulge in his shorts was very noticeable. Chad kicked he pants aside.

He stood for a second with his hands on his hips, allowing me to take in his almost-naked body. I unconsciously ran my tongue across my lips and squirmed in my seat. He smiled at my uninhibited desire.

Chad slid his thumbs inside his shorts and began to push them down. I saw the tip of his cock appear, then the remainder of his thickening shaft. Another couple seconds and my favorite bank teller was nude in front of my desk.

"Turn around, Chad," I said.

His incredible, tight ass came into view and I touched my pussy while he wasn't able to see me. My wet panties pressed against my throbbing clit as I moved my hand up and down the outside of my slacks. I couldn't wait any longer.

"OK," I said, getting out of my chair. By the time Chad was facing me again I was at the side of my desk. Another few steps and I was directly in front of him.

"Now do me," I said.

Chad put his hands on the outside of my sweater, gently massaging my breasts. I saw his semi-erect cock twitch as he increased the pressure. It took all the patience I had not to wrap my hand around his cock.

He lifted the sweater over my head and added it to the pile of clothes. He played with my lacy bra for a few seconds before lifting the straps off my shoulders and sliding them down my arms. Chad exposed my nipples by running his palms down my breasts and pushing the bra aside. While he played with them, I unhooked and removed the bra.





Free At Last



I wanted him to suck on my nipples, but he was more intent on getting me naked. I suppose he knew he was going to get to them eventually, so he worked on taking my slacks off.

When I was down to just my panties—my wet panties—he pressed his body against mine and put his hands on my ass, inside the panties. He pulled us together and I felt his cock compressed between us. I kissed him as passionately as I ever had, anticipating what was likely to be some very untamed sex.

One of his hands came around my body and landed on my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he slid a finger over my pussy and up to my clit. He rubbed it hard, using my own moisture as a lubricant. Then his finger was inside me, deep inside me.

"Oh, Chad. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me," I said.

"Then take off your panties."

He had turned the tables on me and was giving the orders. But I wasn't going to argue with him. I quickly took off my panties, knowing that he was watching every move I made. When I stood back up, naked, he finished his complete inspection of my body. I tried to hide the fact I was shaking with anticipation.

"Now YOU turn around, Rachel," he said.

I expected a swift examination of my ass and then the beginning of the sex I'd waited for so long. Instead, Chad put his hands on my cheeks, kneading them forcefully. I felt my body tense up and he must have felt it also.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," I admitted.

One of his hands slid between my legs and found my pussy. I involuntarily spread my legs. "Yes, I think you do. You're soaking wet, Rachel. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, Chad. Please."

"Do you want me to fuck you from behind?"

I didn't care at that point how the hell he fucked me. But I certainly wasn't an expert at what he was asking me to do. "Yes, if you want to," I said nearly panting.

His finger was inside me again and I gasped.

"Well, we'll save that for next time, OK? Right now I want you to lay on top of your desk...on your back."

I was somewhat relieved to hear that and also realized he was getting some pleasure out of ordering me around. In reality, I would have fucked the arm of my chair if he'd asked me to, I was that horny.

I pushed all the paper on my desktop to the side and sat on the edge of the desk, facing Chad. He was fully erect now, harder even than the time outside O'Neal's. I smiled nervously and leaned back until I was on the desk, my legs hanging over the edge.

I watched Chad walk forward and put his hands under my thighs. He spread my legs and placed his body between them. His cock rested on top of my pussy, feeling more like a baseball bat to me than a cock. But I was ready for him, hoping I wouldn't cum too fast when he finally fucked me.

"Still want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Yes. God, yes!"

He placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to my cunt. "Where do you want me to cum, Rachel?"

I appreciated him asking, but wanted him to quit playing with me and just fuck me, damn it. "Inside me, Chad. It's OK. Please just fuck me and cum inside me."

I felt the huge head of his cock spread open the entry to my cunt. Then he took a full five seconds to push the remainder of his rigid cock inside me.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," I stammered in disbelief of the incredible mixture of pain and pleasure I was feeling.

Once totally inside me, Chad rested with his hands caressing my ass. I'd never felt so completely filled in my life. Then he began to move the cock in and out of my cunt with slow, steady strokes.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, sweet little assistant bank manager. And I want to hear you scream for more."

I didn't respond, partly because I couldn't. Chad was literally taking the breath away from me with his size and technique.

"Touch your breast, Rachel. Touch your nipple."

I ran a palm over my right breast. The nipple was swollen to twice its normal size.

"Squeeze it. I know you love that, so squeeze it and feel what it does inside your cunt."

How'd he know that? Has he had so many women he knew what a woman with sensitive nipples feels inside? Well, it was no time for analysis. I gladly squeezed my nipple and, indeed, felt the inevitable wave of electricity flow all the way to my cunt.

"Feel it, Rachel?"

"Yes. Yes!"

Chad was fucking me so hard I could hear his body smacking into mine each time he thrust his gorgeous cock into me. I could feel my wetness on his cock. I could smell our sex.

I stretched out my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Chad put his hands under my ass and lifted me off the desk. The new angle increased the tremendous sensation I was already feeling.

"Are you ready, Rachel?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to cum?" he asked, never losing a beat with his cock.

"Yes!"

"Rub your clit, Rachel. Rub your clit and cum for me."

Jesus, if I touched my clit I'd start to cum and possibly never stop. But I needed to cum and I wanted to please Chad, so I moved my hand to my clit. My entire body shuddered from my touch and my cunt muscles clamped down on Chad's cock.

"That's it. Now cum for me, Rachel."

It took maybe thirty seconds. Then it began. I put both hands on my breasts and clutched at my nipples while my orgasm grew in strength.

"Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes! Fuck me, Chad. Harder!"

I thought he was going to drive me off the other side of the desk with his near-violent thrusts. But I loved every second of it. I cried out with pleasure as his huge cock pounded into me deeper and faster, just like I wanted. My nipples screamed for attention, and I gladly complied.

"Come on, Rachel. Keep cumming," Chad urged. "I'm not going to stop fucking you until you beg me to stop."

Fat chance, I thought. This was turning into the longest, strongest orgasm I'd ever had. I wasn't about to make him stop.

"Yes! Oh, God. Yes, Chad. Fuck me harder!"

I was cumming a second time when I heard the familiar sounds of a guy about to cum. I gripped him as hard as I could with my cunt. He rammed his cock into me deeper than he had the entire time, then grunted loudly.

"Oh, yes. Cum in me, Chad!"

I felt his warm fluid filling my cunt. Each time he plunged his cock into me another load was deposited. I rubbed my clit to prolong my own orgasm while Chad poured an incredible amount of cum inside me. I remembered the sweet taste of it and then felt it trickling down my thigh, just as it had dripped down my chin once before.

My orgasm was done long before Chad was anywhere near deflated. He continued to slide his cock in and out of my cunt and I realized I'd have to beg him to stop. It took some willpower on my part, but finally I said, "Chad, please. That's enough. God you feel good, but that's enough."

He pulled out and I had serious second thoughts about my choice to end the session. Another five minutes and I think I would have gladly taken him again. But the time and place wasn't right for that.

He leaned down, licked my nipple, then moved up and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"You were great," he said.

"You too," I admitted. "I've never...uh, never cum quite like that."

Chad smiled and sucked my breast one last time. "Me neither. Maybe we should try it again sometime."

"My place," I said, watching his incredible cock disappear back inside his shorts.



Free at Last!



It is a warm sunny day. There is a light breeze that kisses your skin. I took you on this outing on pretense of a picnic. Oh, we did picnic. French bread, brie, fresh fruit and a heady bottle of Astir tWe sit across from each other.

Today, unlike my usual self, I feel bold. I feel in control, only because I know your secret. You didn't think I would do it. For that matter, neither did I, but here you are. And here I am. I have plans. My heart beats faster and a thin sweat breaks out on my skin in anticipation.

I hand you a sleep mask. You bite your lower lip and the corners of your mouth turn up. I stand up and hold my hand out to you. It is your choice to take it or not. It is that moment of decision. It was the moment of choosing whether or not to leap off of a cliff. Your eyes glisten as your hand reaches out to mine and I gently tug you up. You follow behind me. We walk further down a path. As we round a bend, you see another blanket. On the blanket is a small bag. When we reach it, I pick up the bag and retrieve from it an ample length of rope. At the sight of it, the redness rises in your face.

"Put on the mask on when you are ready." There is no hesitation.

"Trust me?" My voice is quiet.

You nod.

"The safe word is Trust because you will trust me to do only what you want."

I walk you a few paces to a smooth white birch. It was very carefully chosen. I didn't want the bark to be too rough, nor did I want the trunk to be too large. I stand you in front of it. My hands gather the hem of your dress and begin to gather it up and over your head. You lift your arms to make the task easier. You can not see me smile, but I do. My heart is beating faster. My palms are damp. You stand before me in matching bra and panties. I step you back so your back is against the tree. I see a slight tremble in your skin. I raise my hand to your face and lightly caress your face. I trace a gentle stroke down your arms. I step closer until my body is almost touching yours. My hands go to the outside of your thighs. I press into your skin and draw my fingers up and down leaving a trail of red streaks. I kneel before you and kiss your inner thighs. Again there is a tremble. I lick and kiss with touches that begin at your knees and slowly inch up. I stand up again and you next feel the palm of my hand cupping your sex. There is a dampness there that thrills me and heightens every sense. I lay my palm flat. You push forward just slightly.

"Beautiful!" 

I can't help but marvel at your body before me. I have dreamed of this moment. I have fantasized about your feel. Now you are before me. I want nothing more than to please you. 

"Put your arms around like your going to hug it."

When you do, I tie the ropes around your wrists and join them in the back. No being able to see, there is the excitement of anticipation and the thrill of the unknown. I begin to knead your firm panty clad ass. I rub each globe. I push the material into your crack and run my finger up and down. My hand goes between your legs and my fingers beginning to teach your clit through the thin material. My hand goes from front, through your legs, and then draws teasing circles around your backside. I continue to do this until I can feel a growing wetness and you draw your breath in deeper. Using my teeth, I pull our panties over your ass and drag them down your legs. You feel the warm air against your backside. I step back and walk away.

"Sandy?"

"Just a few steps away, sweetie." 

You hear the rustle of a bag. You wonder what I am doing. Suddenly you feel something running down the spine of your back. Then you recognize the feeling as the thin tendrils of leather play with your shoulders and then back. They touch you so lightly you wonder if you really feel it.

"Is this what you want?" You nod, but that isn't enough for me. I want to be sure.

"Is this what you want?" For the first time I lift the small whip back and let the leathers sting your bare ass. "Tell me."

"Yes."

Another sting hits. This time the aim is at the opposite cheek. I am shocked at the bright red trips that quickly appear. They fascinate me.

"More?" I question already knowing the answer.

"Yes." I step back and this time use a little more force. I hear you moan. It startles me. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." The next stroke is firm and a bit biting. You gasp, but push your ass back to meet the strokes. I rear back and rain several more strokes. I feel a tingling between my legs that takes me by surprise. I am turned on by your helpless ness. I am wet and my nipples are tight. I feel drawn to rub the angry red stripes. There is a heat coming from them. I squeeze them tightly. I want to feel contact. I smack one cheek and then the other. You gasp again and your breaths come in snatches. I would be tempted to stop if you weren't pushing out toward me.

"Ohhhh..." You sigh. At the feel of your skin quivering beneath my hand I feel as though I am out of myself. I alternately smack and rub your cheeks until it is bright red all over. I see tears at the corner of your eyes. My heart swells and I want all of you. I drop to my knees and smother your backside with licks to sooth the fire. I spread your cheeks and lick up and down your crack. Suddenly I get up and move to the back of the tree. I release your hands and pull you over to a ready blanket. You start to remove your mask, but I stop you.

"Not yet. Lay on your stomach." You stretch out. You can not see what I am doing as I quickly strip. I crawl to you until I am on all fours above you. I begin to nibble your neck and down your spine. You are still red and warm. I spread your legs and then pull your cheeks apart. Again you feel my tongue wiggling back and forth. This time I seek out your tight bud and begin to push the tip of my tongue in and out. Your moans, gasps, and groans are music to my ears.

"Ahhhh." You move to my rhythm. In and out...up and down your crack...in and out...up and down your crack.

"On all fours, sweet cheeks." I tug at your middle and you rise on all fours. This gives me better access. I move my hand through your legs and feel the flood that I have created. I sink two fingers into your wetness.

"Yesss. That's so good, Sandy." I push my fingers in and out slowly...ever so slowly. I feel your movements trying to pick up the pace and I go even slower. You are surprised to feel 2 quick smacks on your bottom. "Uhhh..." There is a sudden flow from you. I continue to use my fingers and alternately smack each crimson orb. It becomes a dance. In out...smack...in out...smack.

"Cum for me, Jadin. I want to feel your wetness and taste your juices." My slow dance and become a frantic jitterbug. Without warning, you feel me push on your back. You collapse. "Turn over," I am panting now.

Once you roll over, I dive between your legs. For so long I have longed to taste you and now you are before me. I want to feast. You clit is hard and swollen. I lick around it on either side every so slowly. I feel your hand behind my head guiding me to your secret places and I follow your lead. Your juices become a river. I slid my fingers in again and crook my fingers up to hit your g-spot.

"Uh...uh..."

"Cum for me" I demand between licks. I feel you tug me tighter to you. 

"Oh! Sandyyyyy! I'm cummmminggg! Ohhhhh....ohhhhh!" Your back suddenly arches and you sound as if all the wind has been knocked out of you. There is a sudden rush of wetness and I want to drown in you as I feel it gush out. "Ahhhhhh!" Your stiffened body trembles and shakes. I swallow every drop and search for more. There is a final gasp before your whole body goes limp. Part of me wants to let you cuddle beside me, but I am hot and aching for release.

I move up between your legs until my pussy meets yours. Your wetness excites me. I maneuver our bodies until our clits join. It is my turn to moan. You hold me tight to you and our middles grind together. It is your turn to feel a rush of slickness released from me.

"Jadin...Jadin..." I can't find words. I think I begin to babble and I begin to ride your wave. I am reduced to panting and grinding as I girl-fuck you. With one final push forward I feel the crest and I ride the wave like a pro.

Now, I slide beside you and put my arm around your middle. There is no need for words. I quiver and shake as I come down. Finally, the coolness of the air forces us to dress and gather our things. Despite a mind-blowing orgasm, I feel the familiar pulse between my legs.

As you follow behind me, we giggle like teenagers. Arm in arm we make our way to the car. This is only the beginning of the evening.