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By: Water_Melanie



He would never consent to meet her at her own place, nor would he ever tell her where he lived, if indeed he lived anywhere. The bar was where they had first met, and where they always met. It was off the radar, the police didn't know about it, and a lot of illegal activities happened here, but in spite of all that, it was a safe place; the safest. It was a place that knew his kind–and also her kind–and helped them.

He approached her from behind, and bit her bare shoulder gently by way of greeting; his needle-sharp canines barely denting her skin. She shivered, gooseflesh rising on her arms and breasts, and looked back over her shoulder at him.

"I wondered when you'd be by again," she said. "I've been coming every night for two weeks. I missed you." She smiled.

He smiled back, leaned forward and kissed her lips, a dry, close-mouthed kiss, but still something that was rarely done in public by his kind. "I missed you, too. I wanted to come, but–" He glanced around. "Let's get a private."

The private rooms here were expensive, but worth it. They were not precisely private, because the watchers could see through the two-way mirror on the wall, and would come through the door at the first blush of trouble.

"Why couldn't you come before?" she asked him. She sat in the room's only chair, her bare feet elevated, a needle in one arm, into the skin, into the plump green vein. She unwound the rubber tourniquet and her blood began to fill the clear poly bag, slow and dark.

"It would have been dangerous," he said, crossing the room to light the candles in the brass sconces on the wall, to distract his mind from the immediacy of her pierced, wounded flesh. "I needed you so much. I might have hurt you."

"What did you do?" she said, squeezing the rubber ball she held in her hand.

"Went out of state. Bought some livestock. Stayed away." He clenched his teeth twice, three times. "Sheep's blood will keep me from biting you. But I still want you. Just for you."

"I wish we could do this right," she said, squeezing the ball again. Her blood coursed through the tube, swelled the blood bag. "I know this isn't the same."

"It is satisfactory," he said, shaking out the match he had used to light the candles.

She smirked as she retied the tourniquet one-handed, cutting off the flow of blood to the bag, and then hooked the tube up to a second pint bag. "Can you take this?" she said, holding up the first bag.

He took it, inhaled its fragrance, shuddered and looked away from her. She wished he wouldn't turn away, wished he would let her see the desire in his eyes. Instead, he sighed, sealed the bag and placed it into a large bowl of hot water to keep warm. She unwrapped the tourniquet again and let the blood move. He continued to face away from her while the second bag filled; she knew it was hard for him to watch when he couldn't put his mouth over the wound, lick her warm skin and taste her salt, for fear of fluid transfer, enough to infect her with his affliction.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel fine," she answered him. "How much more will you need?"

"You could stop now, if you were so inclined."

"I can do some more." She squeezed the bulb again.

"Go ahead and stop; I want you to have your strength." He unwrapped a pad of gauze from the blood kit, soaked it with rubbing alcohol, and reached to remove the needle. She stopped him with an upraised hand, and he handed her the gauze. She removed it herself while he backed away, watching.

"Will it be enough?" she said as she taped her arm. "I mean, will you feel something?"

A drop of blood ran down onto the arm of her chair; his breath caught and he turned away fast, turned his back to her. "I feel something for you every time. All the time." With anxious haste, he moved the blood kit off the foot of the queen-sized bed, set it on the left night stand.

"That's not what I meant," she muttered. She bit off the tape and sealed the bag, then placed it in the hot water bowl where the first pint of her blood was keeping warm. He breathed deeply, relaxed slowly, before turning to face her again. She relished the sight of him reacting to her, becoming aroused for a taste of her body, her life's blood.

She took a few steps closer to him, her hands at her back, reaching to unzip her dress. He closed the distance between them, put his arms around her body, placed his hands over hers. Then he kissed her, openmouthed. She knew in his kind the feeling was so much more intense in the lips and tongue, making a kiss much more personal than in humankind; as personal as sex. She let her hands relax; they dropped from her zipper. His remained there, and he unzipped her dress for her; she felt it loosen and drop, baring her breasts. He touched her bare back along the spine, just inside the zipper, slow and light, kissing her deep and hard, sharing her breath and stealing her heat. His mouth and hands chilled her, made her quiver and break out in gooseflesh again, her nipples hardening against his chest, drawing up tight into little nubs. He finished unzipping her dress and let it fall at her feet, and lifted her out of it, naked, like a child out of a bathtub. She gripped his shoulders, wrapped her legs around him, kissed and nipped at his shoulder and neck, until he exhaled harshly, a voiceless moan of desire, desperation. He put her down on the bed and knelt in front of her on the floor.

She leaned back on her elbows and let her head roll back, her eyes roll up and closed. She felt him kiss and nuzzle at the insides of her thighs, quivered in anticipation as she felt his breath and cold mouth gently exploring the network of blood vessels underneath her skin. His lips next found her labia, and she gave a gasp at how they chilled her there, in that pocket of heat between her thighs. He pushed his icy tongue inside her and she moaned behind pursed lips and clenched teeth, felt her body tighten down in reaction. He gently pinched her swollen clitoris between two frigid fingers, and her toes curled, her calf muscles clenched; when he reached for her breast and found her heated little nipple, fondled her and began to move his tongue back and forth, she gasped his name, tangled her hands in his hair. He found a rhythm that made her whole body clench and quiver, and kept at it, rapid and relentless, until she cried out, her body convulsing, the skin of her face and upper chest flushing with heat.

He eased off as her orgasm did; withdrawing his tongue and fingers when the contractions of her muscles slowed. He rose up to bend over her, still fondling her breast, kissing her mouth, her heat and the taste of her sex lingered on his lips and tongue. She felt lightheaded and odd after coming so hard. He could tell.

"You gave too much blood," he admonished her. "Your heartbeat is irregular."

She grinned. "Too late to put it back now."

"Don't think I won't try, if I think you need it," he said, kissing her again. "I'm watching you."

She met his eyes, her own eyes shining, cheeks flushed, lips moist. "Get it," she said. "I want you. I missed you so bad."

He kissed her again, seeming to travel miles away at the feeling of her heat on his mouth, but remaining careful not to cut her with his sharp teeth. Despite his hunger for blood, she felt his sex stirring next to her leg in reaction to the kiss, half-hard already, though a ghost of its potential self. He sat up, a little unsteady, and reached for the water bowl on the right night stand, drew out a pint of blood, warm as her body. He broke the seal and took a single sip, hardly a tablespoon, and moaned aloud; not the moan of a man enjoying a meal. She was already in his lap, undoing his pants. He raised up so she could push them off his hips, stepped out of them and out of his sandals in one motion, and kicked them away.

He took another sip of the blood and sealed the bag again, not to let any blood go to waste, and set it back into the bowl. She felt his hands on her face then, on her scalp and the back of her neck, tingling with warmth; she was facedown, her lips open to gently mouth his scrotum, feel the round testes through the skin with her tongue. She kissed and sucked him there until she felt his erection take its shape and full size beside her cheek, rubbed her hot face against his cool, now lukewarm, sex. She heard a familiar plastic package being torn open. He gently took her hand, placed a still-rolled, unwrapped condom into her palm and closed her fingers over it.

She pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down over his length, following it down with her mouth, licking and stroking him with her lips and tongue. He was enormous, too thick for her to fit her mouth around comfortably. She didn't have to try for very long. He touched her face and neck, his fingers almost too hot now as he came into the bloom that blood brought on. He raised her up, kissed her; his arms wrapped around her body, drew her up into a bone-cracking embrace. He put the sealed blood bag to his mouth just over her shoulder, sat her astride his lap, and entered her fully in a single hard thrust. She cried out in pain, and tangled her hands in his hair and clenched her fists, muffled her openmouthed yell against his forehead. He rocked her soothingly, lightly stroking her back, giving her time to adjust to his size and force, and she felt him drinking from the blood bag, which he had bitten into at the same time he thrust into her. She thought about how it would feel if he had bitten her neck instead, teeth in her jugular vein, his dangerous sickness mingling with her bloodstream, the endorphins triggered by a chemical in his saliva making her feel light and faraway. The thought made her shiver with arousal, and she moved her hips back and forth, letting him know she was ready to continue. He dropped the emptied blood bag on the floor and reached for the full one, drew back to let her see him bite it. She hardly ever got to see his teeth; it made her nearly insane with desire. She moved faster on his lap, watching him drink her blood from two punctures in a plastic bag, getting even hornier wishing it was from two punctures in her own body. Her slick sex moved with his, and she felt the friction building again, building to climax. But he stopped her, held her still, while he emptied the second blood bag, making eye contact the whole time; he let her watch this time while his pupils dilated until only black could be seen, and his face became savage, one animal preying upon another.

Then he turned her around on the bed, so he was in the superior position, gripped her hips, and began to move inside her, pumping in and out of her to the pace of her heartbeat. He touched his forehead to hers, his teeth bared, her blood on his lips, snarling, panting, heated. She clasped at his back, digging her fingers in, not shying away from his monstrousness, but meeting him, glare for glare, growl for growl and stroke for stroke. When he snapped at her with huge teeth, inches from her face, it brought her to a sudden orgasm, stronger than the first. Hers brought on his own; when he came, he threw his head back, teeth bared and clenched, squeezed his eyes shut, groaning once, deep and gravelly, with something like agony. He throbbed in her strongly, and came hot, almost unbearably hot; burning hot. So hot she worried that the condom might break.

After a moment, he seemed to think the same thing, and gently withdrew to take a look. It seemed all right, for what a glance from the naked eye was worth. He slid the condom off and dropped it into the trash can by the bed, and wiped his body clean with a handful of tissues. He was careful to swab his hands thoroughly with alcohol from the blood kit, and then he lay next to her on the bed, gathered her up in his arms.

"How much time do we have left?" she asked him.

"I got us the whole night. You'll be with me all night, and you'll be safe."

She smiled, hugged him. "Thank you. That's the second best present you could ever have given me."

"What's the best?"

"Coming back. To see me. I was afraid you wouldn't."

He nuzzled her ear, and said, "I'll always come back to you. As long as you live."

She smiled faintly, eyes closed. "I love you," she whispered.

He smiled, too.

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"I hate these things," Eunice said, holding up a rubber object. It looked like a transparent latex tube with a hoop at each end.

"It's easy," her friend, Erica said. "You slide the bottom hoop in like this."

She demonstrated by inserting the smaller hoop between the folds of her vagina and pushing it up until the outer ring lay flat against her labia.

"See, easy," she said. "And it won't fall out."

She gave the outer ring a light tug to show the female condom stayed in place.

The other woman pushed her condom up into her pussy. "It doesn't feel right at all," she complained.

* * * *

Tim Logetty wasn't sure the place was that type of massage parlour until the girl's hands slipped down between his buttocks and fondled his testicles. This wasn't an accidental touch either. He lifted his hips up and her skilful hand delved underneath and started to stroke up and down his erect penis.

Yep, he thought, he could be fairly certain it was one of those places.

It was silly he'd had any doubts in the first place. It wasn't as if the establishment was sitting on the main high street and proudly advertising its wares. Tim hadn't even been confident he was in the right building until he'd climbed a stair and seen a little poster in the glass case next to the door. Further evidence to the true nature of the establishment was provided as the door was answered by a woman wearing nothing more than frilly underwear and a see-through negligee.

In theory it could still be one of those massage parlours that were, in fact, massage parlours, in that the only services offered were a variety of therapeutic and legitimate massages to loosen muscles and alleviate tension. This did not look like one of those legitimate massage parlours. The buxom brunette answering the door in nothing more than frilly underwear and a see-through negligee certainly implied it was the sort of establishment that offered slightly more than a regular massage, but Tim could not be one hundred percent certain of this, and as long as he couldn't be one hundred percent certain of this, he daren't ask for anything beyond a regular massage.

Indeed, that was all he did ask for when the door was answered by a buxom brunette wearing nothing more than frilly underwear and a see-through negligee.

"I've come for a... um... massage," he said.

The brunette's green eyes twinkled as she gave him a warm smile. "Come in," she said.

Tim couldn't fail to notice that the brunette had a quite exceptional figure. This was very easy for him to notice as between her lacy black lingerie and gossamer-thin negligee there was very little of her figure left hidden. She was tall and curvaceous, but without an inch of excess fat. In fact, figure-wise, she was superior even to the scantily-clad girls that adorned the cover of the lads' magazines he and his group had campaigned against so vigorously.

He followed her through to a clean and well-kept reception area. It didn't strike Tim as being particularly seedy. This pleased him, but also fed his doubts as to the true nature of the establishment. Annette had assured him it was that type of establishment, but Tim wanted to be absolutely certain of this fact. He did not want to offend the girl—woman, he corrected—by asking her for a service she did not provide, or—and this was far more frightening—walk right into a police sting.

There was another girl—woman—in the waiting area, also wearing nothing more than frilly lingerie and a see-through negligee. She had a similar, equally stunning figure to the brunette, but possessed blonde—blond—hair and blue eyes instead. Aside from the differences in hair and eye colour they looked similar enough to be sisters. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she looked Tim up and down. She possessed an aura of intimate experience that Tim found a little intimidating.

He was more relieved there were no other men sitting in the waiting area. If he'd walked in and seen another client sitting in the waiting area he felt he would have had no other recourse than to give the two women his apologies and make a hasty exit. As there were no other clients sitting in the waiting area he sat down stiffly in one of the white two-seater sofas.

The brunette walked over to a small kitchen area in the corner of the room.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked. "A cup of tea?"

"No, thank you," Tim replied, even though it felt like there was a hard lump at the back of his throat.

The blond woman walked behind the sofa Tim was sitting in. He felt a little uncomfortable when she left his field of vision. That discomfort jumped to shock as he felt her hands reach down to grip the meat at the point where his neck met his shoulders. The shock metamorphosed into a more pleasant sensation as the woman began to knead the muscles of his head and shoulders with deft fingers.

"There's a lot of tension here," the blond woman said.

"That's why a friend suggested I visit here," Tim said. He closed his eyes as the blond woman squeezed the meat of his shoulders with expert precision. "She said I looked a little stressed and this would help me unwind."

Tim relaxed beneath her skilful fingers. He sank back into the soft sofa. As he did the back of his head came into contact with what felt like two soft pillows. His face reddened as he realised they were her breasts.

"Eunice will sort that out for you," the blond woman said. Her mouth sounded very close to his left ear.

Tim presumed she meant the brunette. This was confirmed when the brunette—Eunice—sat in the chair opposite and said, "Yes, I will."

She let her ephemeral blouse hang open, fully exposing the voluptuous curves of her body.

It seemed as though the two women had already decided between them who was to give him his massage. Tim felt he should have final say in the matter, but didn't wish to offend either woman by overruling their decision. While he did enjoy what the blond girl's fingers were doing to the muscles of his neck and shoulders, there was no reason to believe the brunette's touch would be any less skilled and in terms of appearance there was little between them. Both were exceedingly attractive.

The blond woman ceased massaging his neck and shoulders and walked over to stand next to the brunette. Tim already felt a little looser, as if she'd started to unpick the knots in his muscles.

"It's thirty pounds for half an hour and fifty for the full hour," Eunice said. "Extras cost additional."

Tim's ears pricked up at the mention of extras.

"What kind of extras are we talking about?" he asked.

This was the critical question. Tim knew what he'd like the extras to be, but he daren't ask for them directly until the women had established beyond all doubt that this establishment was in fact the type of establishment Tim thought—and hoped, if he was completely honest with himself—it was.

"What extras would you like?" Eunice asked.

Both hers and the blond woman's faces were opaque to Tim. This presented a problem as he still hadn't established whether this was the type of establishment that offered those sort of extras. He could come straight out with it and ask for the extras he thought were on offer, but it was still possible he'd misread the true nature of this place, and if that was the case they would almost certainly take offence at him asking for a vulgar service that wasn't part of the package they offered. It could also be possible that this was some kind of undercover police operation, and they were waiting for him to incriminate himself by asking for a vulgar service.

Were the police even allowed to entrap members of the public in this manner? Tim did not know. And as he didn't know a great many things when it came to these matters he thought it prudent to play it safe.

"Let's start with just a massage and see how it goes," Tim said. That should indicate he was receptive to the idea of extras providing the nature of those extras could be defined more precisely.

The two women shared a glance and smiled.

Eunice was starting to rise when Tim remembered the card Annette had given him. It wasn't a business card. It was about the same size and shape as a playing card and had a similarly patterned back. He took it out of his pocket and placed it onto the glass coffee table.

"The woman who recommended I visit here—Annette—said I should give it to you."

On the front of the card was a rustic painting of a lamb gambolling in a pasture. At the top of the card the legend, 'The Lamb', was painted in an elaborate font. Tim had no idea what it was supposed to represent. Maybe it was a tarot card.

"Does this mean anything to you?" he asked.

The two women shared a secret glance and their smiles widened. Again he sensed an aura of fearsome experience emanating from the two of them. While it intimidated him a little, he also understood it was a likely a good thing given his own relative lack of experience in such matters.

"It means you're a friend of Annette Brite and we should give you the special treatment," Eunice said. Her green eyes sparkled with the promise of sexy mischief.

"Oh," Tim said. He liked the sound of special treatment.

He still felt a little apprehensive as Eunice took his hand and led him out of the waiting area and down a short corridor with two doors on either side. He wasn't sure if this apprehension was because he still didn't know what services were available and was afraid of embarrassing himself by asking for the wrong thing, or because his surmise was correct and he was about to have sex with a phenomenally attractive woman. Probably a mixture of both.

She took him through the last door on the left. The room beyond contained a massage table, but the rest of the furnishings and decor seemed too opulent to Tim for that to be the only purpose of the room. The walls were dark burgundy and the lights turned down low enough to make the room appear smaller and more intimate. Part of the room, almost half, was hidden behind a folding oriental screen. The artwork on the screen was a pattern of lurid flowers that resembled sensual red lips. An exotic assortment of bottles filled the shelves. Stylish pictures of ladies in various degrees of undress adorned the walls. Tim would have enjoyed them more had his enjoyment not been tainted with the guilt of enjoying pictures that clearly objectified women.

He also understood the hypocrisy in thinking this, considering he was currently guilty of traducing his companion to an object—a dispenser of services. For money. Annette had told him it was wrong to think that way, that he was in fact guilty of demeaning and belittling women that chose this work, but even though he saw the logic in her outlook, it was still hard to shed several years' worth of preconception. To lessen his guilt he engaged her in conversation, thinking it would help to raise her from the status of an object and back to a human being.

"How long have you been doing this?" he asked her.

"A long time," Eunice replied. Cryptically.

"And you don't mind the work?"

"It has certain benefits," Eunice answered, also enigmatically.

It reassured Tim a little as he undressed. He wouldn't be going through this if he believed she'd been coerced. Eunice also insisted he remove his light-blue briefs as well, further bolstering his belief this establishment was the type of establishment he thought it was.

But infuriatingly not confirming it beyond all doubt, Tim thought as he climbed onto the massage table and lay face down.

As he thought about it more, he also realised there was no way to tell if her words from before were heartfelt. If she was not here of her own volition, if instead she hostage to the whims of shadowy figures off-screen, all Tim would hear was what she thought he wanted to hear, which was what the shadowy off-screen manipulators expected her to say.

"My, Erica is right, you really are tense," Eunice said as her strong fingers gripped the meat of Tim's shoulders and began to work his knotted muscles. "You're not the type that's easily wound up on trivial worries, are you?"

"No, I don't think so," Tim said.

"Good. That's a sure path to an early grave," Eunice said.

Her fingers, slick with exotic oils, expertly manipulated Tim's neck and shoulders. She was every bit the equal of the blonde girl. He had no cause to worry he'd been palmed off with the lesser girl.

"This type of massage is a new experience for me," Tim said.

"I can tell. You've let years of tension build up here."

She kneaded and squeezed until a pleasant lassitude settled over Tim's head and shoulders like a warm duvet. Satisfied she had sufficiently loosened the kinks in Tim's neck she moved further down his spine, exerting pressure and smoothing out the muscles of his upper back.

"How do you know Annette?" Eunice asked.

"We run groups at the same hall. On Tuesdays she has her Wicca group from seven to nine. I have the hall after that for my activist group."

"Activist?"

"Oh yes," Tim said. "We campaign on the important issues—feminism, LGBTQX rights and other social justice concerns. You might have read about some of our work in the local papers. I organised the protest against Page 3 outside the Co-op last month," Tim said with more than a little hint of pride.

Eunice paused. "And you chose to visit here?" she said with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Yes, it was Annette's suggestion. She said one of the problems with mainstream feminism is that they regard—" Tim was about to say sex workers, which he realised would be massively offensive if Eunice did not in fact offer sexual services and was only a masseuse. "—providers of certain services as an issue and forget they are people with their own thoughts and opinions on how the world should treat them. She said I should broaden my mind to other opinions, and that I was starting to look a little too tense and should relieve that before it became unhealthy."

Eunice resumed massaging Tim's back. "Annette is a sensible woman," she said.

"How do you know her?" Tim asked.

And that was the moment when Tim had his suspicions confirmed that this was in fact the type of establishment most people associated with massage parlours. Eunice's hands moved further and further down his back until they reached his buttocks. Rather than skipping that part of his body and moving onto his upper thighs, instead Eunice's hands slipped inside, slid smoothly between his legs, and fondled his balls. Tim jolted in surprise and lifted his hips. This allowed Eunice's hand to delve deeper and Tim felt a buzz of sexual pleasure as her hand passed under his testicles and her lissom fingers tickled up and down his erect penis.

He knew then she was a sex worker. A normal masseuse would not aggressively touch his penis like this. He lifted his hips to afford her greater access and Eunice rewarded him by circling her warm fingers around his erection and gently tugging. Her other hand, fingers slick with warm oil, caressed the sensitive patch of skin between his scrotum and anus. She was as equally skilled at tending to this part of his body as she had been to his neck and shoulders.

"Mmm," Eunice said, her finger lightly circling the rim of his anus. "I think we should move onto the extras, before you leave a mess on my nice massage table."

That sounded eminently sensible to Tim, given that he was not so experienced in these matters and it had been a long time. He got off the massage table and watched as Eunice moved aside the screen to reveal an extremely large bed. It stretched from wall to wall and filled completely one corner of the room. The sheets were the same dark burgundy as the wallpaper covering the walls. The walls surrounding the bed were covered in mirrors. The far corner was piled high with plush round cushions. That corner of the room looked sensual and decadent, and almost certainly would not be present in a massage parlour that offered only massages.

"These extras," Tim asked, "how far do they go?"

Eunice's green eyes sparkled with lust as she removed her gossamer-thin negligee. Her frilly black underwear followed. Uncovered, her boobs were large and firm, with dusky brown nipples that drew the gaze like a hypnotic spiral. They looked better even than the uncovered boobs of the glamour models that could be found in lurid spreads between the covers of the magazines Tim didn't like to look at as they objectified women.

"They go all the way," Eunice said. "You need not worry about that."

Her hand glided along the underside of his erection. His member twitched at her touch like a racehorse eager to be out of the starting gate.

Eunice looked at his throbbing erection. "If you do want to go all the way I think we'd better go straight to the fucking."

Tim's penis twitched again at the mention of fucking.

"Um, yeah," he said.

While he would have quite liked to have experienced some of her other extras, in his current state of arousal they would likely constitute the entirety of his service.

He climbed up onto the enormous bed with Eunice. The mattress was very soft and had a lot of give. Eunice settled in the corner on a pile of plush cushions. She opened her legs wide and Tim's penis twitched again as the hairless folds of her sex were revealed to him.

Quit it, Tim admonished his penis. It felt like steam was bubbling through his loins. If he didn't rein his penis back in he was going to ejaculate all over her stomach way before he even got near to inserting his dick inside her.

Tim's erection twitched again at the thought of being inside her.

Eunice's sensual lips puffed up in a sexy pout. Her eyes burned with seduction as stared at him. She was extraordinarily hot, Tim thought. Despite this there was something missing—a barrier, or more precisely, a lack of barrier—that prevented him from rushing over to lie in her arms.

"Shouldn't I be wearing a condom?" he said.

"You want safe sex?" Eunice asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

The animal part of him, the crocodile coiled around his hindbrain, would rather he didn't. It wanted to experience her vagina without being impeded by a protective bag of latex. Tim's more advanced cognitive functions stepped in and overruled his crocodile hindbrain. Yes, it would probably feel extremely nice, but what he had to take into account was the knowledge that if she was okay with letting Tim fuck her without a condom, then she must have been okay with letting other clients fuck her without a condom. And if this was the normal state of affairs then there was no telling what manner of nasty ST diseases she harboured within her flesh.

"I think it would prudent for me to wear a condom," Tim said. "Just to be on the safe side."

"I have something better," Eunice said.

She reached under one of the plush red pillows and pulled out a square foil wrapper. It looked like any other foil condom wrapper to Tim. It opened like a foil condom wrapper and the cloudy-clear latex object she took out looked exactly like a condom. It was only when she opened the rubber item out fully did the resemblance end. It was big, much too big, and had a ring of harder rubber at each end. Instead of putting the prophylactic on Tim's erection, she inserted the smaller ring into her sex and pushed it up inside her until the larger rubber ring formed a hoop around the entrance.

"A female condom," Eunice said. "My clients prefer it. Better sensation. Feels more like bareback fucking."

She leaned back on the pile of pillows in the corner of the room. Her legs stretched open and she beckoned Tim on with a finger.

"Don't take my word for it," she said. "Come feel for yourself."

Her stress on the word come sent a pleasant vibration through Tim's body. His cock twitched again. He rushed forwards, eager to bury his manhood inside her before he erupted—prematurely—all over her.




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His glans was swollen purple with engorged blood. As he brought it closer her vagina seemed to dilate and open up in eagerness to accept him. He saw the pink darkness within her and the moisture that glistened on her vaginal walls. He felt a strange trepidation, as though he was about to push a delicate part of his anatomy into an unseen cave or even the maw of a beast, where it would be out of his sight and potentially out of his control.

He chastised himself and pushed such nonsense thoughts aside. Man was the violator... the penetrator. He'd argued with enough idiot MRAs online to know men's problems paled into insignificance when compared with the daily harassment women had to suffer. 

He was aware this was a commercial transaction, where the pleasure would be one-sided, but he didn't have to be a brute about it.

He eased his penis inside her. He felt a little resistance at first, but was then able to sink all the way inside her. Even this little resistance surprised him. He'd thought sex workers did this frequently enough that a certain slackness entered their intimate parts. Eunice was tight inside. And warm. Her vagina pressed all around him. It was such a snug fit he might have fancied they'd been made for each other. He was also pleased to hear Eunice's erotic sigh as he entered her. Realistically, he knew there was a good chance she was faking it, but it was pleasing she at least tried to build the illusion pleasure here was more than a one-way street.

Tim was also relieved he'd managed to hold on and not empty his load the moment the mushroom head of his manhood had burrowed down into her warm flesh. He was even more impressed he still managed to hold on after her body shivered beneath him and her sex clenched around him. She smiled up at him and while he wasn't stupid or naive enough to mistake it for love, neither did he feel like he was subjecting her to an unpleasant ordeal either. Maybe Annette was right and he should reconsider his attitudes to sex work.

He started slow, not wanting to hurt her but also not wanting to ejaculate too quickly either. He stared down at her, feasting on the ripe contours of her body as he pushed his cock back and forth inside her. Her vagina felt so good, even with the nuisance of the latex barrier. He felt the pressure of her intimate flesh. He felt it move against him as she rolled her hips beneath him.

Her legs wrapped around him and then suddenly he was toppling backwards. He fell on his back and sank into the soft spongy surface of the bed. Eunice was on top and astride him. She rose up and down the pole of his erection.

"You seemed uncomfortable setting the pace," Eunice said. "I thought you might like it more with me on top."

Tim had to concede he did feel more comfortable this way. Him on top plus the financial inducement underpinning their coupling had an unwelcome connotation of force, which discomfited him intensely. Perhaps, with this unwelcome connotation of force squatting between his shoulders, he'd been guilty of being too gentle, of holding back and going too slowly—treating her like a delicate bloom, easily broken. On top, Eunice was most definitely not a delicate flower. Her hips came down on him in thudding whumps that reverberated off the mirrored walls. Tim barely had to do anything. The mattress, while soft, had enough spring so that each of her bounces caused his hips to recoil up with her. His penis slid back and forth inside her, but rather than her sex being merely a fleshy tube in which he could deposit his semen, it moved around him—squeezing, pulsing. She moved her hips as if his erection was a tool to scratch all the intimate spots within her. Her pants and sighs suggested she was getting more from this than the cash Tim had presented up front.

Of course, now Eunice was on top and in control, Tim realised he could no longer slow down the pace to delay his inevitable ejaculation. And with Eunice on top and setting the pace, there was no way he could hold it back at all.

"Coming," he gasped.

Eunice caught his signal and sank down on top of him. Her vagina swallowed the full length of his erection and she gripped him with her thighs. She folded her body on top of him. Her arms slid underneath him and she pressed her hot body tight to him. Her cheek rubbed against his.

"Come for me, baby," she whispered in his ear. "Spurt a big fat load up into my juicy cunt."

Her hips moved against him in short sensuous bounces. Her vagina tightened around his erection. The friction rubbed his foreskin back and forth. The prophylactic she was wearing might as well not be there at all.

"Come for me, you bad boy." Tim felt her hot breath tickle his ear. "Come."

He did as she asked. A little more vigorously than he'd anticipated. The pressure built up in his balls, higher and higher, until his hips bucked and he released it all inside her. Her pussy convulsed around him and she breathed hot orgasmic sighs into his ear. Tim shuddered uncontrollably with bliss until, finally spent, he relaxed and let his body sink into the luxuriously soft bed. His breath came out in ragged sighs. He felt like he'd just completed a full workout.

Annette had been absolutely right. He'd bloody needed that.

He closed his eyes and relished the post-orgasmic glow. He felt Eunice sit back up until she was straddling his lap. She placed her hands over his eyes before he could open them to look at her.

"Before you look at me I need to tell you something," she said.

Tim's brow creased. Was this a new game?

"When you see me you're going to see something different to what you expect," she continued.

Tim's puzzlement grew into nagging alarm. Was this a good game, or the type of game that wasn't a game and would leave Tim deeply regretting his decision to come here?

"I'm different to what you expect."

Her voice had changed. Similar to before, but as though it had picked up an odd metallic echo from somewhere.

"Don't be alarmed when you see my true form. However my appearance might unsettle you, I mean you no harm. Please don't be frightened."

True form? Tim's alarm crashed through the ceiling and rocketed up into the clouds.

Eunice removed her hands. Tim opened his eyes. He saw her true form. His mouth opened to scream.

Eunice was a she-devil. Not figuratively, but literally. The real usage of literally. The being astride Tim was still recognisable as Eunice, but she'd changed. Her skin had darkened to a shade of red that was not natural for any human being. Her hair had darkened to midnight-black and a dainty pair of devil horns emerged from her temples. Worst of all were her eyes. They were gone. Absent. They'd been replaced by two black pits that sucked in all light and emitted none.

The thing that had been Eunice placed a hand over his mouth and stifled his scream before it could burst out and shatter the intimate atmosphere of the massage room. She placed a finger to her over-plush lips.

"Shh," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're a d-d-devil," Tim stuttered after he'd calmed down enough for her to remove her hand.

This presented certain spiritual problems to Tim given that he hadn't believed in a God since he was ten years old. He was atheist+ and proud of it.

"That's the name your kind gave me," Eunice said. "Forget most of what you've heard associated with that name. It isn't true."

Tim's mind fluttered around in shock for a while. Then it managed to come to an arrangement with the shocking new information it had received and settled down, as much as a mind could settle down when presented with incontrovertible truth of the supernatural he'd heretofore believed did not exist. He parsed it into thought patterns he was familiar with. She hadn't slashed his throat open or ripped his heart out, so there could be something to her claims of misrepresentation and one thing Tim was very familiar with was minorities' complaints of misrepresentation.

"Hmm. The organised church is an artificial construct built to reinforce and perpetuate the hegemonic dominance of the patriarchy," he said. "With all the other lies they've told, it's not surprising they'd lie about this as well."

"Um... yeah," Eunice said.

"I take it you're not a devil devil?" Tim said. "You can't be a devil-from-hell devil as hell doesn't exist. That means you could be an alien or genetic offshoot or something similar that was branded a devil by stupid, superstitious people."

"Yes, something like that," Eunice said.

Tim looked around. The room was decorated nicely, but it couldn't hide the facts of its true function, which was a bedroom in a tacky massage parlour in a small English town, where money changed hands to broker tawdry acts of sex.

"Why here?" he asked.

Eunice nibbled on her lower lip. "I'm a succubus. One part of the myth is true. We feed off sex."

Tim's mind was free-wheeling as it assimilated all the new information he'd received. Once he got over the shock of her appearance everything else could be rationalised as the bricks fell back into place.

"Of course, that explains it. What better place to be than at a brothel where your food comes to you."

He thought about what he'd just said, then remembered that Eunice was currently sitting astride him in a very dominant position. He whitened.

"Um, you're not going to eat me are you?"

"No, don't be silly. I mean we can, if we take too much energy, but that's not a very good long term survival strategy for a succubus. There are a lot of you and you don't react too kindly when you discover predators in your midst. Nope, lots of small yummy snacks are much more preferable to the modern succubus than a big feast. Better for the figure and with considerably less chance of ending up burnt at a stake."

She circled Tim's nipple with a finger.

"That makes sense too," Tim said.

"It's why I'm wearing this condom," Eunice said. "It's to protect you."

Tim felt something soft and fleshy at the end of her vagina open up and engulf the tip of his cock. He didn't feel it exactly, only the pressure it exerted through the thin latex skin of the condom. It enveloped the head of his cock and sucked. Tim twitched as though an electric current ran through him. Without the presence of the barrier he suspected that sensation would be magnified considerably and possibly hazardous.

"Safe sex," he said.

Eunice nibbled her lower lip again.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you didn't mind feeding me a little more. It's been a quiet week for business. I don't normally reveal myself to clients like this, but you seem like a nice man. Annette wouldn't have sent you here if you weren't. There won't be any harm to you. Not while I'm wearing this condom."

Tim was amenable to the idea. Highly amenable, in fact. Oddly, Eunice's transformation had not impacted on her sex appeal. If anything it might have enhanced it as her curves and figure had subtly shifted and taken her beyond earthly allure and into realms only reachable by exaggerated art.

"Sure, but..."

"Oh thank you," Eunice said. She flopped back down on him, pressing her big breasts against his chest and kissing him passionately on the throat.

"...I'm not sure I'll be able to... um... perform. Not for a while."

He wasn't a porn actor on the set of a film. He was a normal man, and for normal men certain refractory periods were needed before attempting a second helping, as it were.

Eunice lifted up until the nipples of her swinging breasts were brushing against Tim. Her sensual lips curled up in a most indecent smile.

"It's why I assumed my natural form," she said. "It has plenty of tricks to aid men with moments of temporary weakness."

The inside of her pussy did some strange things that sent waves of pleasure washing through Tim and caused his knees to tremble.

ooo, that did feel nice



His cock started to swell and expand inside her.

"Does this mean I get my money back?" Tim asked, not at all serious. "If I'm feeding you then technically I'm the one providing the service."

"Cheeky sod," Eunice said. She grinned and rubbed the tip of her nose against his. "I still have to pay the rent on this place."

She sat up and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"And it's not like you're getting nothing out of this deal. Do you know any girls that can do this."

The walls of her pussy squeezed tightly up against him. Muscular bands of flesh gripped his shaft and jerked up and down in soft stroking motions that pulled him up, up, up, until his erection was full and throbbing and his breaths came out as little sighs.

really nice



Eunice rose up and down on top of him. She had red skin and horns and was still indescribably sexy. Her large breasts swayed pendulously with her movements. Within her pussy, soft muscular bands gripped his cock and stroked up and down.

Tim's fears about not being able to perform without a lengthy recovery period were blasted away as she rode him to a very quick orgasm. He shivered again in helpless bliss as his balls erupted and he spurted another long stream of cum into her enveloping sex.

He didn't think that was the end of it either.

They broke off and Eunice shifted position until she was artfully draped over the cushions in the corner. It wasn't just her skin colour and horns he noticed. She had wings, black and leathery like those of an enormous bat. They were splayed out against the mirrors. A devil's tail flicked up and down on one of the cushions. He was surprised at how little this mattered to him. He was also surprised at how eager and ready to go again he was after already emptying two enormous loads into her delightful pussy.

He came over to her and plunged back down between her legs and into her luscious warmth. Powerful muscular contractions gripped his swollen manhood and tugged. The air was thick with a musky mix of sex and perfume. This time he didn't feel the need to treat her as a delicate flower. His thrusts were rapid and powerful, and it didn't take many of them before he was climaxing again. He pressed up tight to Eunice and moaned as another thick stream of semen rushed from his body and poured into her.

Now he was exhausted. After the flow subsided he fell forwards onto the soft pillows of her breasts. There he hung, trying to get his breath back. Eunice ran a hand through his hair. Her other arm went around him and her long fingernails traced light, lazy circles on his back.

"Mmm, that was wonderful, but I'm still a little hungry. Do you think you can give me one more?" she whispered in his ear. "One last big pop."

Tim nodded. He could do that. Just a moment to get his breath back first.

Eunice wrapped her legs around him and gripped him with her muscular thighs. Her arms pulled him to her in a tight hug.

"It's okay," she whispered in his ear. "You can take it easy. I'll do all the work on this one."

The strange knot of tissue at the base of her pussy opened up again and engulfed the swollen head of his cock. It rose up his shaft and then gripped him with a gentle sucking, tugging sensation. Tim relaxed in her arms. She was right. He didn't need to do anything. Her pussy squeezed, tugged and sucked on his cock as if she was milking him. It was all internal and it blew away all his previous benchmarks of sexual pleasure.

Oh yes, this was going to be big. Tim felt the orgasm beginning to bloom inside him. It was as if all the energy from the rest of his body was flowing down to his balls, filling them up in preparation for one massive ejaculation.

Given what she claimed to be, this might have been cause for concern, but while she was wearing the condom he was okay. Safe sex.

Her wings folded round and wrapped around him like warm blankets. There was a pleasant sensation between his legs as if a finger was tickling up and down the sensitive skin between balls and anus. It couldn't be a finger though, her hands were already roaming the rest of his body in caresses that encouraged and stoked the erotic tension within him. Her pussy continued to suck. Remorseless and irresistible.

Oh yes, he was going to give her a big one all right. A massive one.

Muscles clenched. He grimaced. He felt it rising inside him. His balls clenched and he felt their contents race up his throbbing shaft. He let out a loud gasp of profound satisfaction as he emptied into her.

It was his last gasp.

He slumped down on her, lifeless. She rolled him off her and laid him on his back. She looked down at him, kissed her finger and pressed it to his lips.

"Artificial construct built to reinforce and perpetuate the hegemonic dominance of the patriarchy." She shook her head and chuckled as she got off the bed.

* * * *

"I hate these things," Eunice, whose real name was Eunectis, said as she held up the latex condom. "It feels completely wrong."

"I like the extra challenge," the succubus Eryx, who went by the human name of Erica, said. "No vaginal aphrodisiac secretions to melt their will to mush. It's harder with only muscular motion to stimulate them."

"I hate it," Eunectis said. "It's frustrating to have a human helplessly ejaculating away in my arms and not be able to taste it at all."

"It's what Annette wants," Eryx said. "We can't give her the residue of his soul if we've already eaten it."

Eunectis held up the latex tube. A substance resembling glittering sand had collected at the end.

"I think she's going to be disappointed with this one," she said. "Looks a very dull specimen to me."



Safe Sex Ed



Loni and Connie were twins. Giving them rhyming names was the sort of thing that was usual, but their parents figured that different spellings would also emphasize the individuality of each. After all, they weren't identical, and as the two of them had turned eighteen, that difference and similarity were getting more apparent. For instance, both had sandy blonde hair, but only Loni had eyebrows to match.

Loni was also the more adventurous one. Not that she was wild, but she didn't feel compelled only to date boys from their church. She met a guy, Patrick, from a suburban boys' school and, running around with his friends to dances and parties, she came to know a lot of people and places that she'd never know in her family's old west side neighborhood. Connie, who favored skirts over jeans or shorts, dated a boy, Noah, for almost as long, a guy whose father was an assistant minister. The places they went were more accessible by bus, the way lots of kids from their area got around.

That more conservative neighborhood, with its church socials and Sunday schools for the kids, was no guarantee that those kids would stay out of trouble. Loni and Connie had an older sister, Zoe, who was twenty-one and already a single mom. She got pregnant during her senior year of high school, dropped out, and moved out within a few weeks. Their parents were mad, of course, and their dad was not that forgiving. Then, when Zoe's boyfriend, Brad, did little more than drift in and out of touch, leaving her with the baby and the apartment, Zoe needed her father for more help than she expected he would consider.

The fact that the twins were the same age Zoe was when she got pregnant turned out to be of help. Zoe needed babysitting for her two-year-old, and her mother was busy enough with her job. Asking her father for money to pay a sitter led to a plan: have Loni and Connie sit with their niece. Obviously, Zoe would get time for work, but her dad had other motives in mind too. He figured the twins would get a good lesson in the consequences of careless sex. In the early 70s, they were not going to get much instruction from school, and whatever he and his wife had done as parents didn't work out for Zoe's sex education.

Sometimes the twins enjoyed being with the little girl, but often they viewed the job as a pain, cutting into their time that they could be out with their boyfriends. Zoe felt some sympathy for them, but couldn't afford other help. When she brought up the problem to their dad, he felt more worry than sympathy. Time with boyfriends meant trouble. Rather than allow the twins to reduce the hours spent with the baby, he instead suggested to Zoe that she should be giving the girls more lessons in responsibility. He made the suggestion pretty strong, making Zoe feel she had no choice.

Zoe knew her sisters shouldn't get into the same trouble she experienced, but she resented the idea that she was to serve as such a negative example. It reminded her of the kind of shaming of sinners they so often heard in their church. Brad may have been a jerk, but the sex was fun at the time. That gave Zoe the idea that she didn't need to scare the twins away from sex, just from unprotected sex. And she thought the lessons could be fun for her too, after she gave it some thought.

Getting the twins together with their boyfriends wasn't that difficult. A promise of a good dinner in appreciation for all the time spent with little Angela did the trick, especially when Zoe invited the boys too. Everyone knew the value of a cheap date.

Over dinner, with Angela already asleep in her crib, the teens got a surprise. Zoe served dessert with questions.

"Connie, have you and Noah had sex yet? And, Loni, don't laugh because I'm going to ask you and Pat the same thing."

Connie didn't know what to say. Noah was blushing as much as she was. Pat had a curious look on his face, but he wasn't saying anything, and Loni was still trying to recover as well.

"I'll tell you why I ask," Zoe continued. "Dad is worried that you both have been dating quite a while, like Brad and me, so he's assuming you might be getting into trouble if you don't watch out."

"So we're here to get a warning?" Loni asked,

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Who am I to give you guys a warning about sex? I get it, but dad has been pushing me to scare the hell out of you, and I think there's a better way."

"Go on," Loni said.

"Well, I don't want to step on any toes here. I mean, I know you may have been told certain things in church group, and maybe you have been behaving just as they teach you." As she said this, Zoe was looking more at Connie and Noah. "But maybe you haven't, and I can tell you some things that might help."

Connie spoke up now. "Help how? We're all old enough to know what not to do."

"I don't want to tell what you should not do, I want to tell you what you should do. But first, I need to know what you're already doing. For all I know, you haven't even seen a boy naked."

Noah was still embarrassed by this whole conversation. Pat was still curious as to where it was leading. The twins were no more ready to answer Zoe's original question than before. Still, they weren't ready to get up and leave.

"C'mon, girls, tell me the truth. No one is going to yell at you, and I'm certainly never telling dad anything you say."

Now Pat had a question. "Why do you need to know what we're doing? Isn't the warning the same either way?"

"You still don't understand. I'm not trying to warn you or scare you or scold you. I'm trying to help you have some fun with each other. Sure, you don't want to have babies yet, but that doesn't mean you have to pretend you don't want to do things and can't do things. You guys have been dating for a while now. If you weren't getting at least a little sexually active, I'd think something was wrong with you."

"Okay," Connie said, "tell us what we can do."

"Nope, you first. I need to know what you're already doing."

Connie didn't look like she was going to speak up, and Noah wasn't going to volunteer an answer for her. Zoe turned to Loni.

"Loni, you're a bit less shy, I think."

"What do you want to know?"

Zoe just looked at her, somewhat impatiently. Loni bit her lower lip as she considered her answer. In a single moment she recalled the first time Pat touched her tits outside her clothes and soon after that the first time he touched her skin inside her clothes. He put a hand down the back of her pants, and she remembered how his touch seemed to teach them both how soft and delightfully rounded her bottom was. When he pushed her bra up on a later date, his hands did the same thing to her tits, and later yet they both learned the soft beauty of her pussy.

Loni also recalled the first time she reached into Pat's pants and how they both learned that softness is not the only beauty. And then she remembered times at the state park just recently.

Once those images flashed through her mind, she finally said, "Yes, I know what boys look like naked."

"Boys?"

"Okay, just Pat. I've seen Pat naked, and he's seen me that way too."

Connie and Noah were surprised, more that Loni answered Zoe's question than that she and Pat had been naked together. Connie felt pressured too, knowing that Loni's answer meant that she would have to answer too.

"Good," Zoe said. "Once? A few times? Often?"

This time, Loni was not so slow to respond. "Well, how often can we do that? There aren't that many places we can go. So the answer is not so many times."

"So where do you go?"

"It was only twice, at the state park."

"You guys were both naked outside?" Connie could hardly contain her shock.

"We weren't putting on a show for anybody. Most of the year it's too cold to go there, and in summer it's too crowded for any privacy on weekends. But during the week, the park is almost deserted, and the paths through the woods are even better."

"I can't believe you guys were having sex outside," Connie said. Noah didn't say anything, but he was getting turned on by the thought. He loved Connie and was happy with her, although he couldn't ignore the fact that Loni was similarly pretty.

"She didn't say we were having sex," Pat said.

"So what were you doing?" Zoe asked.

Now Loni was smiling at the memory. "We were having fun kissing and touching, and then it just seemed natural to let Pat take my clothes off, and I did the same to him. I wanted to see what he looked like, and he wanted to see me too."

"You got that right," Pat said, and the others laughed. "That first time, it was just so nice to see each other. Not like in the car in the dark. But that time and the other time, we only stayed naked for a few minutes. Even on a quiet weekday, we were close enough to the path to feel a little scared that someone could come along and see us."

"What exactly did you do in those minutes?"

Loni answered, "We just kissed and held each other close. That's what we were doing before in the woods, just kissing and touching. This one spot by a big tree seemed to hide us a little from the path. Pat was kissing me and started to unbutton my shirt. I looked both ways up and down the path, and then I started to unbutton his shirt. We took turns taking off something from each other until we were naked. I wasn't planning it, but it felt so good to feel the air and the sun on you. And like I said, I liked looking at Pat."

"No one saw you?" Connie asked.

"Not that we know of," Pat responded. Loni knew he was not telling all. "We never saw anyone there on the path. Still, with all your clothes off, like Loni says, it feels great to be naked outside, but it also feels strange, like you might get caught." He kept back any mention of the one guy they saw later coming through the woods, the way he looked at them as he passed and the feeling they got that maybe he had seen them before. At the time, Loni laughed and told Pat, "Let the old guy have a thrill." 

Zoe went on, "Well, at least you had those minutes. Before that, though, you two could only play around, getting inside each other's clothes?"

"Yes," Loni said, "but it was dark and cramped and usually cold too."

"And you couldn't see much," Pat added.

"Just touching, then? No more than that? You're virgins, right?"

"Yes, Zoe, I'm still a virgin, and so is Pat."

"But you've made each other come, right?"

"No, we aren't that experienced."

"You mean you got naked with Pat and didn't even get him off?"

Now Loni was feeling embarrassed. She thought she and Pat were looking pretty daring, but she had to admit, "I don't know how. I mean, maybe Pat knows what I should be doing to him, but he never pushed me to do anything."

"Well, that's good," Zoe said. "What about you two now? Connie, are you and Noah any more experienced?"

Connie hesitated more before finally admitting, "Not as much."

"But some, right?"

"Yeah, alright, we aren't angels."

"So what do you two do? Get naked ever?"

"Not all the way. Just stuff unbuttoned or unzipped and mostly in the dark. We don't even get to use his dad's car, like Pat has. Going back and forth to the roller rink or bowling alley on the bus doesn't give you much chance for anything. And then there's not much time or privacy on the porch." Connie didn't say it, but hearing of Loni and Pat getting naked in the park made her a bit envious although she would be less envious about the possible spy.

"But you found ways to play around a little?"

Noah was blushing again like Connie, and like her, he wished they could have done what Loni and Pat had done. When Loni was describing their undressing in the park, he could imagine the scene more clearly than he could recall the sight of Connie's breasts because he'd never seen them that well. To Zoe's question, all he managed to say, "We're not bad kids." 

"I don't think so either," Zoe was quick to add. "You're just like every kid before and every kid from now on."

Loni asked, "So now that you got us to tell you what we do with each other, what are you going to do?"

"Like I said, I'm not telling dad or anyone else. It's just that he's worried one or both of you could get pregnant if you're not careful. The reasons are obvious."

"What's so obvious? We haven't done anything like that," Connie protested.

"I was referring to me and Angela. Dad doesn't want to go through that again, and I'm sure mom feels the same, even if she doesn't say much."

"Like I said," Loni asked, "so now what?"

Zoe took her time to find how she wanted to say this. "You guys love each other, right?"

The four of them nodded.

"And you want to make each other feel good, and you want to not have a baby just now, right?"

They all nodded again, looking at each other, though, to see that the other couple was going along with Zoe. They didn't know what they were getting into and still had the sense that they might be in some kind of trouble.

"Good, that's what I want to hear, and I think you'll be happy to hear that I think you should be allowed to have fun, to play with each other and enjoy each other's bodies, just without getting into the fix that Brad and me got into."

"Yeah, well your permission doesn't give us a car to use or a quiet place like Loni and Pat found," Connie said.

Loni added, "And it doesn't promise us that no one will come along in that quiet place and see us," almost admitting what was a memory she couldn't quite say was fun or shameful.

"As long as the baby doesn't start crying," Zoe responded, "it's quiet here. No one else is going to come along and see you here."

"Are you letting us use your place to get together whenever we want?" Loni asked hopefully.

"I wouldn't say that. Let's say that, as long as you take keep an ear open for Angela if she wakes up, the apartment is open to you on the evenings that you're here while I'm at work. The two of you could take turns, just like you take turns watching Angela for me."

The two couples looked at each other. Pat eventually said, "I think you've got a deal."

"Not so fast, Pat. There's more to settle here. Having an apartment to use takes care of one of your problems, but it doesn't take care of dad's worries."

"I thought you wouldn't tell him," Connie said.

"I won't, but if one of you gets pregnant, it won't matter what I said or didn't say."

Loni pressed her older sister, "So what's the deal?"

"Well, tell me if I'm right. Neither of you have given your guy a blow job or even jacked him off, and I bet the guys have never gone down on you."

The twins' silence was her answer. "Okay, so there's stuff I can help you with. I'll say this for Brad the cheap, lazy bastard, he knew how to turn me on, and I learned how to do the same to him. If only we knew as much about birth control." Zoe laughed a bit. "Actually, we knew, which is not the same thing as actually using it. Good thing Angela is such a sweet baby."

Pat liked the sound of what he thought she was suggesting. Loni seemed ready to listen, and Connie and Noah were not running away.

Loni asked what was on all their minds, "What's the first lesson?"

"Okay," Zoe said, "you guys are going to have to trust me. I want you all to get on the floor with me, but first take off each other's clothes." The look of consternation on Connie's face made her add quickly, "Let's start with getting down to your underwear."

Connie was not much relieved. For that matter, Noah was uneasy with this turn of events. Loni was looking to Pat to see what he would do, and when he nodded for her to unbutton his shirt, she knew that she was going to be undressed by him too. At least down to her bra and panties, that is.

To get Connie and Noah going, Zoe said, "How about if I make it easier by joining you? We'll all be dressed the same." With that, she stood up and began to remove her own blouse.

Pat had stood up also and was distracted from Loni slipping off his jeans. Loni was a pretty girl, but he could tell that Zoe had the biggest breasts in the family. Zoe's bra, pink with lace, was also an attractive sight because her dark nipples showed through. Her matching lace panties also let him see hints of pubic hair and the cleft of her bottom.

When she had his pants off, Loni stood for Pat to remove her shorts. Loni's bra and panties were plain, as were Connie's.

Not that everyone noticed. Connie was not looking anywhere, simply undoing Noah's slacks, having already done his shirt. He remained on the floor, and Connie had to tug his slacks off. When he was undressed that far, she too remained seated for him to remove her skirt and slip. She couldn't quite believe she was doing this, and like her, Noah was going through the motions as if he was forced. As he undid her skirt, Connie looked down, watching only herself as if to see what she was showing. Noah at least took quick glances, hoping not to be noticed as he looked at Loni in her underwear. Loni had watched Noah's slacks being taken off and saw him give a quick embarrassed look at her, enough to make her feel a bit self-conscious about being seen by him in her underwear too. Pat looked around, making that comparison to Zoe's underwear and taking in the observable differences in Connie's body from Loni's, just a bit leaner maybe.

Pat was remembering an outing just about a month earlier when Zoe took the four of them to a pool. The twins were both wearing the same two-piece suit, nothing that daring, but baring their midriffs. On the way, Noah teased Connie into opening her shirt to show off the top. Even though it was no big deal really, Pat was keen to see her with her shirt open, showing what she wore underneath. Now that Connie was showing all of her actual underwear, Pat was even more excited.

Zoe almost laughed to herself that the moms must have been shopping at the same place. The girls wore plain white bras, and their cotton briefs came up to their waists, the sort that you bought three in a pack. Likewise, the white briefs on the boys were just as plain. To Zoe, who got the attention of the boys if for no other reason than her bra and panties were not white and were less modest, the four teens looked like children who didn't know they shouldn't be showing their underwear to others.

Of course, with the boys, Zoe could see one trait that separated them from little kids. Both Pat and Noah had obvious hard-ons. Noah seemed embarrassed. Pat, on the other hand, seemed not to care. In tune with their boyfriends, Connie felt embarrassed even if she eventually couldn't resist looking at both boys, while Loni simply enjoyed seeing both of them that way, although, like Connie, she was not that comfortable being undressed in front of another boy.

In any case, Zoe had gotten the four of them to go this far. She was surprised at her persuasive abilities, so she thought she could push them even more.

"Okay, on floor you guys. Loni and Connie, I know you've touched their cocks before, so let's do that, only take your time. There's no curfew making you get inside, no cold weather ruining the mood, no worry that someone might interrupt you. Just touch them lightly. Use your fingertips more before you reach in and hold them. Look at how their cocks stretch toward the tops of their pants. That shows they're enjoying it. This could go on forever if you wanted."

As she talked and led them on, the twins indeed did exactly as she instructed. Loni focused on Pat's hard-on, seeing it in an unexpectedly different way even though she had actually seen it bare before. She remembered what it looked like naked and still liked that picture in her mind. Now, though, she was liking this patient examination of him.

Connie too was forgetting her anxiety and focusing on Noah's cock. She didn't have any mental picture of it beyond a shape obscured by clothes and darkness. The fact that it was still in his pants now didn't matter as much because her hand was telling her so much that she didn't know about it before, its warmth, its ridges, its rough and smooth parts, its harder and softer parts.




Safe Sex Ed



Noah was afraid he was going to come, it felt so good. Any embarrassment about being seen by Loni and Zoe was pushed aside by this sensation better than any he had ever felt along with the fear it was causing.

Pat was in similar ecstasy. Without ignoring these feelings, he was able to look around, like Zoe was doing. He loved seeing Loni in her bra and panties, seeing her touch him that way, but he loved seeing Connie and Zoe undressed too, each looking so sexy as they got involved in the scene. If anything, he wondered how Noah and the twins could resist looking around too. Zoe at least had that freedom to look wherever she wanted, and he liked that she was including him in her excited observation.

Zoe was actually looking at Loni's hands on Pat when Loni stroked his hard-on from tip to base, making it stretch again and allow the reddish head to peek partially above his waistband. That hint of nudity stirred Zoe to try her next suggestion.

"The guys are obviously loving this attention. Now, let's give them the full treatment, a real hand-job."

Connie and Loni looked up for instruction. Zoe had to be explicit.

"I mean, take their pants off and go on with what you're doing for a bit."

Noah was nervous. He couldn't imagine being naked in front of Connie's sisters. Connie seemed reluctant too, but since she had allowed herself to be stripped down to her underwear, she seemed unable to refuse Zoe's instructions. Just as she reached for Noah's pants, he slid back a little, hiding somewhat with a coffee table separating him from Loni and Pat. For Connie, that little bit of cover gave her his permission. Now, she was eager to finally get to see Noah's cock plainly, so she took his pants off and was pleasantly surprised to see his sack too and think how lucky Loni was to have seen Pat this way already.

Zoe didn't laugh at Noah and Connie trying to hide, although she knew it would hardly matter. And she was right. Loni was able to see under the table as Connie pulled his briefs down, and she saw his hard cock. It was more pink than red and not quite the same length as Pat's. Noah did not notice her looking then, but a moment later Connie glanced under the table and saw Pat nude on the other side. It embarrassed her to know Noah was just as exposed to Loni, even if he didn't realize it. Also, it embarrassed her in a strange way to see Pat's body. She turned her attention solely to Noah, mostly because she didn't want to get distracted by a second cock before she had time to enjoy Noah's.

Zoe, on the other hand, had no such scruples or obligation. She simply relished the sight of the two naked boys. She watched Connie take Noah's pants down and off, just as she had watched Loni do the same to Pat. She noticed some differences in the twins, Connie taking more care to slip Noah's pants down gently, as if she was removing a bandage, while Loni pulled Pat's off with more eagerness. That little extra urgency made Pat's cock come down with the waistband and then audibly flop back onto his stomach. Zoe liked that as much as Loni. It was that sound that caught Connie's attention for a momentary glance.

Like Loni, Zoe also immediately noted Pat's slightly longer hard-on, appearing to be about 7 inches. Not that Noah's didn't look nice too. In fact, she thought both looked better than Brad's, although Brad knew how to use it more.

About that time, Zoe decided that modesty was out of order, so she nudged Connie aside for a moment as she took Noah's legs and pulled him back towards the others. He made quite show for her as she held his ankles up, and her actions only made him and his nudity more of a show for everyone.

Loni of course looked at him more, but then brought Zoe out of her reverie, asking, "Should I lick him now or put it in my mouth?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Remember, take your time. This is supposed to be fun, and fun should last longer."

Of course, with teenage boys, that idea could prove difficult, and Zoe knew how they could come so easily. She went on, "Hold their cocks up and give them a close look. Get to know it. Squeeze them near the base once in awhile to make them last longer. Don't ignore their balls either. Hold them gently in your other hand."

Connie and Noah didn't know it, but they were the only ones not taking at least a quick look around. Zoe of course could watch which ever couple she wanted, and Pat continued to check out the three nearly naked girls. From his vantage on his back, he could actually see Connie's panty covered bottom better than Loni's. As for Loni, she was concentrating on Pat's hard-on, yet still had enough curiosity to look at how her twin was handling Noah.

After a few minutes of such fondling, Zoe figured the boys were getting close to coming, no matter how often the girls squeezed the base of their cocks. She then pushed them to the next step. "Now that you have your guys so excited, take hold of their shafts and move your hand up and down, gently at first and then faster. You'll see how the skin on their cocks slides a bit, and you'll see how the heads get brighter and fuller."

Connie and Loni followed directions well. Zoe did not have to tell them what else they would see because the boys provided that sight suddenly and very obviously. Pat's semen shot out, almost to his chin. Zoe was watching and told Loni, "Don't stop what you're doing. Keep it up and get it all out of him." Loni couldn't believe how many strings of semen Pat could produce.

Unfortunately for Noah, Loni's faster success with Pat meant that the others were able to turn their attention to Connie's work on him. As embarrassed as he felt, their watching could not stop the peak that Connie was bringing him to, and everyone saw him shoot several lines of white semen onto his stomach. When Connie finally let him go, she was surprised to be the center of attention. Her anxiety settled a bit when she looked again and saw the similar whitish mess on Pat's stomach and chest, and she even let herself take a better look at Pat's cock.

In fact, the two couples had the same thought then. How could we be here like this, such inexperienced kids up to this evening and now with three half-naked girls and two naked boys and everyone seeing their cocks spurting so much.

And then it got even better. Zoe said, "Okay, girls, your turn for some fun. Take off your bras."

Loni giggled at the notion, but Connie did not see any fun in the suggestion. Zoe was not kidding, and she pressed the twins, "C'mon, the lessons can't go on if you don't cooperate. Besides, you're twins. Since your boyfriends have already seen your boobs, they already know what the other twin looks like on top."

Loni wasn't laughing anymore. Pat moved behind her to unhook her bra. He had managed these hooks with one hand before, but now his hands were a bit unsteady at the prospect of letting Noah and the others see her topless and that this time would be for sure that she was seen. Of course, he was also anxious a bit at the prospect of seeing Connie the same way. He undid the hooks and let the bra hang on Loni loosely, not sure if he should finish the job.

Noah and Connie were staring, of course. Loni thought their disbelieving expressions were strange. After all, Noah was naked and Connie was down to her underwear, and she had just given him a handjob in front of them. Loni also knew that Connie knew that if she took off her bra, Connie would have to follow. Loni hesitated, letting the shape of her breasts push the loose bra down and out a bit. Pat put his hands on her shoulders, as if he wanted to push the straps aside and let the bra fall. No words were exchanged. She simply sat up a bit straighter and pulled her shoulders back. If everyone was going to see, she wanted them to look their best.

Pat understood her posture and consent, and he took the straps down her arms. Loni only had to pull her arms back to let the bra come free, and then she was naked to the waist. It was quite a challenge not to cover herself even though she realized that would not really work. Besides, it seemed to her fair that Noah could see that much of her since she got to see all of him. Putting on her best show of confidence, Loni repeated what Zoe said, looking right at Connie and ordering her, "Okay, sis, your turn for some fun. Take it off."

Connie had her arms crossed over her chest, having put them there as soon as Zoe gave them the order to strip. Noah followed Pat's example and moved behind Connie to unhook her bra. With her hands pressed to her chest, the bra did not hang so loosely when undone, and as he was pulling the straps down her arms, he could take them down no further than her rigid elbows. She felt the tug of the straps and knew that Noah wanted to see her in the clear light for the first time. And to let the others see her too. The internal struggle lasted only a moment, even if it felt like much longer. Connie relaxed her arms, let them fall into her lap, and felt the bra fall as well.

She could not look at Pat or the others. Not knowing how they were looking at her, she anticipated a feeling of warmth from the embarrassment in the glare of the apartment lights and the eyes of the others, so the sensation of the air on her exposed chest and its coolness were not what she would have expected. 

Pat and Noah were, naturally, looking back and forth at the two girls. Pat's appraisal noted the rounder shape and rosier color in Loni's tits and nipples. Connie's were about the same size, but looked heavier somehow so that they sloped down her chest and came to upturned nipples, nipples that had more of a flesh tone. They got only a quick look because Connie covered herself again with her hands.

Zoe broke the spell. "Alright, now let me show you boys how to reward your girlfriends for showing off like this. Connie, you'll need to relax and let Noah hold those for you."

Connie opened her eyes then, so she finally saw how Pat was looking at her. The fact that he was still naked for her eyes seemed to make her feel it was maybe okay. Once again, she dropped her hands and let him look. Zoe then started to make it feel much better than okay.

"Let's begin with your hands, guys. Most boys practically maul a girl's tits when they get the chance to touch them. I want you to explore them more gently. Use your fingertips."

Loni didn't think that Pat had been so rough as Zoe claimed boys would be. He always held them gently. Connie, on the other hand, knew exactly what Zoe meant. For both twins, though, Zoe's lessons led to nicer touches. In Noah's case, he was simply going slower. For Loni, Pat's hands felt so light, as if he didn't want her to know for sure whether he was touching her or not.

"That's better," Zoe said, "but you guys are still just pawing them. Like I said, use your fingertips."

"Why don't you show us what you mean?"

Zoe looked at Pat and laughed, "That's okay, I don't want to handle my sisters' boobs."

"I mean show us by touching yourself."

Zoe for the first time was put on the spot by Pat's suggestion. It didn't help that he was on his knees and scooting over by her. Of course, she knew what he was up to. He was moving behind her to undo her bra. She was right. That was exactly what Pat was hoping to do. As if his pressure on her to bare more of herself too wasn't enough, Zoe felt the moist tip of his cock bump her back. She smiled as she thought to herself of how teen boys can stay hard for so long.

He was hesitating. Zoe understood his confusion and relented. "The hooks are in the front," she told him, and she prepared herself to be exposed like her sisters. Pat scooted around in front of her, and she forgot her nerves when his cock bumped her shoulder and then stood brazenly right in front of her face. Zoe took advantage of the chance to look closely at the swollen, purple head and even gave it a playful swat when Pat got a little too close for comfort. After that brief contact, she let him get away with copping a quick feel as he pushed her bra cups aside, baring her heavy breasts.

Noah was just as interested as Pat in seeing Zoe's tits rest lower on her chest, and measuring with their eyes the larger, darker nipples. As for Connie, she was getting to look at Pat's bottom for the first time, not to mention the rest of his body, without the fear of him noticing.

"Okay, happy now?" Zoe said. To get past her self-consciousness, she quickly resumed the lesson. "Like this," she instructed, and she began to lightly trace the curves of her own breasts with the nails of her fingers, from the side to the nipple, down to the crease beneath, and back up to the nipple, and then on the other breast too.

Pat, having accomplished his desire to undress Zoe even more, turned his attention to Loni. He followed directions well, and Loni found new pleasure in such a light touch. The time it took for his fingertips to make the journey around her tits made them feel larger, fuller. They seemed more sensitive too, for when he reached her nipples each time, the little bumps of her aureoles stood out, a detail of her body neither of them had played with before. Pat saw her smile and heard her sighs and knew he had passed this lesson with flying colors.

Noah was doing a pretty good job on Connie's breasts as well. Connie even let herself relax more. Seeing Pat's hard on and bottom so clearly when he undid Zoe's bra made her think this casual nudity had some fun parts, and she no longer minded if Pat was looking at her now and again. Like Loni, she now thought it was fair to be partially nude in front of Pat if he was completely nude.

Loni felt the same way about looking at both boys, letting Noah look at her, and thinking to herself that showing off for Noah was as much fun as for a secret watcher. Noah, though, was not watching as much as Pat was, keeping mostly focused on Connie. Her body was too new, and his own nudity was too embarrassing to acknowledge by meeting the eyes of the others.

Zoe wasn't going to make it any easier on either Connie or Noah. Without letting them know it was time for the next step, she told Connie to stand up. Connie felt a bit more exposed that way, but she did as she was told. Next, Zoe made Noah stand next to her, giving him the same anxiety of feeling like the naked center of attention.

"You two have been a bit more shy so far, and that has to stop if these lessons are going to have the full effect. Your bodies are to be enjoyed, not hidden."

Connie answered, "We're hardly hidden now, standing up like this."

"You're forgetting one thing," Zoe continued, "your panties."

Connie's relaxed sense, her feeling of fair is fair, all went out the window. Noah knew what Zoe was telling him, of course. Still, the way Connie stiffened told him the opposite. He himself was not sure, wanting to see Connie naked of course, but not wanting to do so in front of the others.

Zoe pressed them. "Come on, Loni and Pat have gone first so far, and now it's your turn. Loni's panties will be coming off too soon enough, and everyone is going to have more fun."

That remark about her panties gave Loni a little case of nerves, not that she wasn't half expecting it. For now, she could avoid thinking about being all the way naked in front of Noah while Connie hesitated.

Finally, she relented. Noah's hands were on her hips, ready to tug her panties down. Her only attempt at further modesty was to turn her back to the others, a silent move that gave Noah the permission to strip her of her only remaining clothing. In taking her panties down, Noah got a first clear look at her dark pubic hair. It didn't occur to him that Pat was getting to see Connie's bottom before he ever did. That experience came soon, though, when Zoe reached for Connie's hand and turned her to face the others.

Connie remained on her feet only a moment, sitting down to regain some sense of that she wasn't completely naked. She looked at Pat, who was getting up, already anticipating Zoe's next command for Loni to join her sister in a state of full nudity. Loni didn't wait for the order and stood up. Trying to show no fear, despite the butterflies in her stomach, she didn't turn away and whispered to Pat, "Do it fast before I change my mind." As Pat took hold of the waistband, Loni kept her eyes on Noah, openly staring at his hard cock and almost taunting him for the final seconds of her advantage over him.

Pat did as told and pulled her panties down in one swift motion. Loni stood there a bit defiantly, making herself not show so much nervousness and embarrassment as Connie did. In fact, she even made a quick turn to show her bottom off and only then settled on the floor again. In her mind, she was counting the small number of men who had now seen her body, two at least and maybe three. For some reason she could not understand, she thought this was a good thing.

In those moments of revealed bodies, Noah and Pat again made quick comparisons. Both realized the same thing about the eyebrows and how their color would best predict the shade of a girl's pubic hair. Connie's pubic curls were darker and denser. Loni's, on the other hand, were as light as her hair. She didn't mention it, but Loni was thinking of how Pat called her a "beach blonde" because her pubic hair reminded him of the color of sand along the beaches by the lakes.

Zoe pulled them all back into the lessons. "You won't be able to enjoy this next part with your legs closed or curled up beneath you. Come on, girls, lean back and put legs out in front of you. Everybody has seen everybody else, so no reason not to be at ease and let your legs relax."

Loni obeyed before Connie did and in a moment, the four of them were seated so that all could see between their legs. Of course, for the boys, having a hard on made it impossible to keep their cocks out of sight. For the twins, Connie's pubic hair kept the lips of her sex mostly obscured, but for Loni, her lighter bush allowed a clearer view of her pussy. Noah was getting to see what Pat learned before in the park, that it was not just a crack, but instead a small cluster of flesh, like petals of a flower.

"I know Pat will pretend to not know what I'm saying for you to do," Zoe said, "so I'll just get these off now without his help." With that, she slipped her own panties off. As confident as she wanted to appear, it took some nerve for Zoe to bare herself that way. However, she had not stood up to take them off and remained with her legs tucked under her. That reserve was upset when Angela made a little noise. Zoe had to get up and check on her, in the process giving the boys a good look at her bottom and then giving them a good look at the front of her body when she returned.

Once she had let them see her bush so clearly, Zoe lost any sense of modesty and moved on to the next lesson. To start, she shocked them all by opening her legs as far as possible and reaching in to part her pussy lips for them.

"Here is where the real fun is for us girls, but you have to look carefully. These lips are sensitive, just not the whole story. If you ease them apart, up here you'll find a little nub, your clit." She was demonstrating as she described the anatomical search. She had never masturbated for Brad to watch, and she realized that she was almost doing it now. Restraining herself then, she kept her fingers off the spot and just held her sex open for the others to see it. "Now you guys find Connie's and Loni's."

The boys eagerly turned to their girlfriends and began their intimate search. Zoe tried to slow them down, saying, "Just like before. Go gently, using your fingertips lightly at first."

Pat had known about the pleasure he could give Loni this way, and she had always enjoyed the sensations. For Noah and Connie, it was a new experience. Whenever he could get his hand into her pants, he could feel the hair and the wetness, and he excitedly rubbed her pussy all over. Still, this way he would only touch her clit a little bit by accident. It felt good to Connie to be touched, but now, when Noah found and concentrated on her clit, she felt an electric tingling that grew into waves of pleasure. She cried out helplessly, "Oh, oh, oh."




Safe Sex Ed



"God, Connie, you came faster than a teen boy ever would."

When Connie heard what Zoe said, she realized what it was to come, and she felt embarrassed to have been seen that way. Noah was still touching her, though, and her embarrassment immediately gave way to further enjoyment.

Loni had known the feeling before, and she fully gave in to it again, not caring who saw. Zoe was a bit surprised at how well this lesson was going. She was also envious of their orgasms and had to resist again the desire to give herself the same.

"It's nice to see that you girls are so horny. Or maybe it's the boys, more talented lovers than I expected. So let's see if they're as good at another way to make those clits explode. Lie back, girls, and spread those legs."

Loni did as she was told, and Connie soon followed, no longer so concerned that Pat could see so much of her body.

"Boys, lean in for a close look. Go on, closer. Hold those lips apart. Right, that's it. Now lean in more and give them a lick."

For Pat and Noah both, this was a new idea. Both noticed the tanginess. Encouraged by Zoe, they kept licking. "Like with your fingers, use the tip of your tongue all around the clit, then give your girl a full lap of your tongue, and push it into her. Do that over and over, over and over." Her own words were almost making Zoe reach for her own pleasure.

Noah pretty much stuck to Connie's clit, but Pat did more exploring. He was fascinated by the rosy, moist flesh that surrounded Loni's slit. With his fingers, he parted her outer lips and tasted their insides with long, lingering licks. He alternated these licks with more teasing, light licks of her clit. Loni thought his tongue was treating her sex like an ice cream cone one moment, and like it was flicking a drop of her moisture off the next moment. She was loving the attention and anticipating the changes in Pat's technique. And then he suddenly put his tongue inside her, rolling it and pushing like it as a finger that could spread out wider. Loni moaned and held his head against her with her hands and thighs.

Zoe could see that her sisters would last only minutes to reach their second waves of coming, climaxes marked by them crying out together this time. For Pat and Noah, these cries brought different kinds of excitement, the knowledge that they could give so much pleasure. Their reward was not long in coming.

After a few moments to settle their breathing, the twins were instructed to switch places with their boyfriends. "In a way," Zoe told them, "you can think of those cocks as giant clits. You know how it felt to have yours licked, now lick theirs."

The girls smiled at each other as they now felt no shame in sharing the experience, openly looking at the other guy's cock and comparing their novice techniques with their tongues. The two boys were just as openly observant, noting the way each girl's tits hung and swayed over their bodies.

Zoe watched as well for some minutes before giving the next instruction, one that all four of her students were eagerly waiting for. If they did not have much experience, they did know what some girls did for some boys. Loni and Connie wanted to be one of those girls. They did not hesitate, therefore, when Zoe said, "This time, when you bring you tongue up his cock, let it roll around the tip for a bit and then put it in your mouth. Just a bit at first, and keep your tongue moving around it. Then try moving your mouth up and down. See how much of his cock you can get in there. Hold the base of his cock with one hand and hold his balls gently with the other. Keep moving and you'll soon see that you don't have to move at all because he'll be pushing his cock in and out."

Again, Zoe had to be surprised at how well the girls were doing for their first time. It was sort of obscene for her to see her younger sisters bent over, bottoms openly exposed, as they sucked on their boyfriends. She had to admit that they all certainly got over any shyness. If anything, she was the one being shy, even if she was just as naked, but only watching and not taking part. Seeing Loni lick Pat's lovely cock was getting to her, and seeing most of that cock disappearing in Loni's mouth didn't help.

She could see too that the boys were not going to take long. "When they're pushing in and out faster, get ready to clamp you lips over his cock."

She said this just in time as Loni inhaled and held on, getting her first taste of Pat's juice and holding on to swallow the continuing pulses. Connie took in one shot of Noah's juice and picked her head up in surprise. Before Zoe could tell Connie what to do, Connie pumped his cock once, brought up another load, and bent over to take it all in her mouth again.

Zoe could no longer resist. Watching Connie and Noah finish their play, she scooted closer between the two couples, put one hand between her legs and her other around Pat's cock. "Mind if I hold on for a sec?" she asked Loni. Loni didn't know what to say and didn't mind anyway, so the last of Pat's juice was squeezed out as Zoe allowed herself the same pleasure she had been encouraging in the others.

When it was all over, Zoe said, "I hope you paid attention. All that fun and none of the risk." The others could only smile.

Zoe later showed them all into the bathroom to clean up, getting the four of them into the tub at once. Standing up or sitting on the rim, there was some bumping against cocks and tits and bottoms, and Zoe grabbed her Polaroid and took a picture. "A graduation picture we can keep here," she told them. Then she joined them so she could get in on the bumping against cocks, tits, and bottoms.

They would see that picture often after that. Connie and Noah finally had the freedom to be naked and play in the light. Loni and Pat had the same freedom with no restrictions due to weather or crowds at the park. As for the secret spy who may have seen Loni and Pat that one time, they did not miss him. Often enough, they were at Zoe's apartment when Connie and Noah were there too, and they eventually told the other two about him. Now, though, because nobody felt the need to be alone or go into separate rooms, they all had their watchers. Including Zoe, who always found them naked when she got home, and who always got naked too so she could vicariously enjoy some of their safe sex.



Safe Sex Inc.



It was quite easy for them to convince us, I remember all the ads using our fear of 'Big Government' to induce us into trusting 'Big Business'. How could you not want what they offered, no more STDs, no birth control problems, no unwanted pregnancies it sounded like a true nirvana. All of the women loved the idea of no more periods; I mean how could you not love that. Safe Sex Inc guaranteed us that with a monthly shot for one year our sexual problems would forever be behind us.

At the start, it was the most popular with the young single people as they lined up to get their injections. Next came the young married couples as they realized how easy the birth control was and as Safe Sex Inc implied all it took was a trip to their clinic and in no time, they were pregnant. No one seemed to care how the injections worked because they worked and as they stated there were no bad side effects.

Safe Sex Inc.'s next big project was a onetime injection at birth for a problem free sex life. It was amazing how all the mothers demanded the treatments for their newborns, giving no thoughts to future complications. 

It was only after the majority of the globe was under Safe Sex Inc.'s umbrella that we found out their plan to rule the world. The secret was the gradual decrease in your sex drive, something you wouldn't notice until it was too late. Sex had become so passé that now people only cared about work production and how much they could do. The GNP soared, as the working force became almost robot like. That is except for a few of us, we reject Safe Sex Inc.'s ideology. They call us rebels and hunt us down and if they catch us, they turn us into droids just like everyone else. 

We call ourselves XY as in the male sex gene and I am the leader. I originally worked at SSI and saw the horrors they sold the people. I have developed a tool we call a stunner that we use to zap females who have been injected by SSI. The shock produces a temporary rejuvenation of their sex drive. Now that males no longer have a sex drive women naively open their doors to strange men even inviting them in. We show them the pleasure of real sex if only for the night. It is not an honorable thing that we do for it only leaves the poor woman frustrated as she now realizes what she has lost. 

Our group is small and splintered as this is the only way we can avoid detection. No one knows how many of us there are and until a few days ago, I had no idea there were women among us. The female knocking on my door arose no suspicion until I saw what I knew to be a stunner in her hand. She zapped me before I had a chance to react and when I came to, I found myself naked, and the woman impaled upon my erection. I tried to speak but she shushed me saying she was here to show me forgotten pleasures. She was right it had been a long time since a woman pleasured me instead of the other way around. I reached under her shirt and grasped her engorged nipple pinching just enough to make her moan. We began working mutually trying to time our orgasms and then we came together as one in a thundering crescendo. She lay on top of me panting but then jerked her head up as she realized what had just happened. I smiled as I told I too was a rebel but that she was the first female I had met. She told me she had been home birthed to escape the curse of SSI and that her mother was a rebel as well. I asked her if she understood what her kind could mean for the future of our species but she said she only cared about sex and was already wondering if I were ready to go again. 

I told her it was my turn to pleasure her and I flipped her on her back. She spread her legs to give me access to her sex. We kissed as we made passionate love and the novelty of our lips meeting only fueled us more. When the girl came she screamed, 'I love you' and it surprised us both. I came right after her and as we lie there, I wondered if there was still a chance for love in our world.

We've been together since that fateful day, our stunners uncharged and lying in a drawer. We have no need to roam the streets looking, for we now have what we need at home. We have moved to her mother's remote cabin and our only desire is to fuck and have babies. We have heard there are more of our kind out there somewhere in the world. Our only hope now is that our offspring will save our species.



Safe Sex on the Beach, or MILF FTW



Mrs. Jablonski had kept her husband's last name even after she had divorced the cheating SOB. She never corrected anyone about the "Mrs." She didn't care. 

She came to work almost every day at Friendly Beach, the four acre man-made beach she and her ex-husband now co-owned. He got 50% of the entrance fees and she got the other half. She got 100% of the money from the snack shop and the snack shop was where most of the profits were. That was fair, she said, considering that he had been a cheating SOB. 

He still hired most of the staff from the groundskeepers to the lifeguards and she hired the staff at the snack shop. Even if she wasn't working at the snack shop, she would stop by Friendly Beach at least once a day just to do a quick count of the teenagers and college students at the beach. She only got 50% of the ticket sales, but she didn't want to have to rely on Mr. Jablonski to tell her how many tickets had been sold. She wasn't going to let him cheat her again.

Kevin was the college student she had hired to run the snack shop that summer. There was no stove for cooking, not even a fryer, so she didn't need someone with chef skills. What she needed was someone she could trust. A rising sophomore majoring in Applied Math at the university, Kevin seemed shy, but every one of his references had said that he was very reliable. When she asked him why he wanted the job, he had said that Friendly Beach was only 4.27 miles from the university library. It was the best answer she had ever heard and he was hired.

Most of the summer had passed in the usual way. Young women in string bikinis lay on beach towels while their boyfriends threw a football or splashed around in the lake. Families would come for the day, small children with beach toys setting up camp in a little area of their own to the side of the rowdy teenagers. No one had drowned. Every thirty minutes or so, a lifeguard, all of whom just happened to be young women, sexy young blond women hired by Mr. Jablonski, would blow a whistle or shout at someone to stop doing whatever it was. But the summer went by fast.

Kevin thought the job was better than he had expected. The snack shop was busy only during the time-out sessions. Between lifeguard shifts, every two hours, all of the swimmers had to get out of the lake for 15 minutes. Mrs. Jablonski said this policy was for safety and maybe it was, but the break also caused every beachgoer to go to the snack shop for a cold drink or candy bar. That was the business model that had kept Friendly Beach profitable for 16 years.

Between time-outs, Kevin had started reading an advanced calculus book for a class he told Mrs. Jablonski he would take in the fall. She admired his discipline and ambition, although he was really a weird, shy kid. 

Between the snack rush and studying, Kevin would find his mind drifting to the girls on the beach. Some were too young for him and he quickly learned which of the "dailies" -- the girls there every day -- were still in high school and who was in college or doing something else. But all of the lifeguards were at least 18. Mr. Jablonski made sure of that. All summer long, Kevin had been admiring one girl in particular: Jessica, a lifeguard who worked the noon until dusk shift.

She wore one of three bikinis. One was red, another bright yellow, and the other was a kind of purple and pink swirl. The red was his favorite. Like the other lifeguards, she had long blond hair that she pulled back in a ponytail. It bobbed along behind her as she strode from the parking lot, across the beach, and over to the lifeguard's chair. He knew when she was coming and when she was going. And Jessica knew Kevin. 

When she walked over to the snack shop after her shift to get her free soda, one per lifeguard per shift, she always ordered a diet Coke and he would have it ready for her, packed with ice. "Thanks, Kevin. You are so sweet," she would say, take her drink, and walk away, her ponytail bouncing up and down as her hips swayed left to right.

The first time Mrs. Jablonski noticed Kevin watching Jessica, she warned him. "Be careful. You study too hard and you might go blind." 

"I didn't even bring my books today," he said. 

"That's not what I meant," Mrs. Jablonski smiled. "You had better be safe. She has a boyfriend twice your size." 

He looked at Mrs. Jablonski, but did not know what to say. "I'll be safe," he said. 

"You be safe," she smiled. "Have some fun, but remember -- be safe." 

"OK" was all he could think to say. Mrs. Jablonski counted the swimmers and left.

She was an interesting woman. He couldn't guess her age. Someone had said that she had a grown daughter, so she must be at least 40. She had been divorced for almost 10 years. She was tall, almost as tall as Kevin. She wasn't thin like the girls on the beach, but she had curves in all the right places. Sometimes, she would show up at the beach in shorts and a t-shirt and he could tell that, twenty years ago, she had probably been the most beautiful girl on that beach. Her blond hair, blue eyes, and laughing smile made her a classic. 

When Kevin stopped to think about Mrs. Jablonski, he realized that she was at least as sexy as any MILF he had seen on the Internet. Was she that kind of woman? He knew better than to think that could be true.

Besides, Jessica was more for him. She was his age. Unfortunately, girls like Jessica did not have any interest in geeks like him. And she had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a like some reality show stereotype, a weightlifter with wide shoulders and virtually no neck. Mrs. Jablonski was right; Jessica's boyfriend could be dangerous. 

As for Mrs. Jablonski, when she was not around, Kevin could not help but compare her to the women he saw when he searched for "MILF" -- sex-crazed, completely uninhibited, and doing things so perverted that no real woman would actually do that. He felt guilty when he thought of her that way. She was his employer. He would need a good reference next summer. Besides, Mrs. Jablonski was a smoker and that was nasty. As beautiful as she was, she reeked of cigarettes and whatever perfume she wore. Every time she stopped by the snack bar counter, he could smell cigarettes and perfume for an hour after she left. 

Jessica or Mrs. Jablonski? Mrs. Jablonski or Jessica? Neither one of them was going to happen, so he focused on his books and filling fountain drinks and ringing up orders for chips and candy bars.

That was how the summer was going until one day when Kevin was closing up for the night. He was startled by the service bell at the counter. It was 9pm, the sun was down, and a dark shadow had settled over the lake. The only light on for four acres was the light at the snack shop. He did not know anyone was still there. He walked to the counter.

"Where's my soda?" Jessica said with a smile. This was a red bikini day. 

"Sorry," he said. "I got so busy I didn't even know you were still here."

"You didn't even notice me," she pouted. Something about her seemed different.

"No, um, sorry. Let me get you a Diet Coke," he said.

"You had better hurry or my feelings will be hurt," she said. 

He looked at her and she smiled back at him, staring him in the eyes. She titled her head to the side, started twirling her hair, and winked at him. He handed her the soda, but she just left it on the counter.

"I know what you want," she said.

"What?"

"I know what you want and I am going to let you have it."

He was speechless. She actually hopped up onto the counter and slipped down over it. Standing right beside him, she took his hand and walked him into the back room. She turned to him and, in an instant, let her red bikini top fall to the floor as she shimmied out of her bottoms. She tossed them on the floor and there she stood. Her beautiful tan body radiated light from head to toe. He looked into her eyes for only a moment before he looked to her beautiful boobs and then down to her thighs where he saw just a tuft of golden hair. She looked exactly like the girls in the videos on the Internet. She was a porn star in real life.

"I know what you want, and I am going to let you have it," she said and stepped forward and put the palm of her hand on his chest. And then her hand went down his chest to his crotch. "Wow," she said. "You don't need any encouragement," she said. She unbuttoned his pants, reached into his shorts, and grabbed his penis.

"But what... what... about your boyfriend," he said.

She smiled at him while she knelt down to pull off his shorts. "He cheats on me. Why can't I cheat on him?" 

In seconds, she had undressed him and was pulling at his cock.

"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear. 

He wasn't sure exactly what she wanted him to do, but he didn't argue. "Here?" he asked.

She looked around and realized there was no place to lie down. "The beach," she said and took his hand and led him out behind the snack shop where the light was dim. "Fuck me right here," she said. "Right here, right now." 

"Is it safe?" he asked as she pulled him toward her.

She wished she had thought ahead to bring a towel with her, but the sand was cool and soft and she didn't really have a choice about it now. "It's OK," she said. "Let's just do it, OK?" 

She pulled him down toward her. There was an awkward moment when she could tell he was having trouble finding her in the dark. "I'm right here," she said, taking his cock and guiding his cockhead right up against her pussy. She was taken by surprise as he, without the slightest hesitation, was suddenly deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast. 

With each push into her, it felt as if his cock were getting bigger and harder. With her boyfriend, she always had to squeeze a bit tighter. With Kevin, she found herself trying to relax and open herself up to him -- absolutely impossible since it seemed as if this shy geeky dweeb was going to drill her ass into the sand.

"Owww," she said.

"Oh, no," he said and instantly stopped. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah," she said. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Just... do it, OK?"

"Can I fuck you some more?" he asked.

She looked at his face in the twilight. He was serious. "Umm, yeah," she said. "You can go ahead."

With permission, he resumed his fierce, rhythmic thrusting, going even deeper inside her. When he felt her tightening around him, he felt himself losing control.

"Cum," she begged breathlessly. "I need you to cum. Just do it. Do it."

He thrust into her as hard and fast as he could until he felt the pull from his balls, quickly climbing up his shaft. "Yes," he said. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Cum spurt from his cock deep into her, but he just kept going as if nothing had happened at all. 

In the faint light, she looked up at him and saw the big grin on his goofy face. But he just kept going, thrusting away without the slightest sign of exhaustion.

She grabbed his hips to stop him. She wiggled out from under him. She stood up and he stood up, too. "That was really fun," she said. "Really fun. But I," she said, "I have got to go." 

She immediately started to walk back to the snack shop and he followed behind, his still hard cock bouncing along in front of him like her ponytail bouncing along behind her.

"That was fun," she said again, quickly pulling on her bikini bottoms. 

He stood watching her. His cock was rock hard, glistening with his own juices. He did not know what to say. "That was fun," he finally said, agreeing with her, although he realized he sounded maybe too enthusiastic.

"Well," she said, twisting her bikini top around and pulling up the straps, "I hope that was everything you hoped it was."

As she walked away, he called out to her. "When will I see you again?" 

"I work Tuesday," she called back. 

At some point he realized he was still naked and put on his clothes. You never see that in porno. You never see what happens after everyone is done having sex. They must just go back to doing whatever they were doing, he thought. He went back to cleaning up the snack shop, but he had a big grin on his face. Then, he realized that Jessica had left her Diet Coke on the counter and he thought to himself, proudly, I guess soda wasn't what she had been coming to the snack shop for after all.

Thirty minutes later, Jessica arrived at her boyfriend Derrick's apartment. 

"About time," he said. "I'm starving. Where are we going for dinner?"

Jessica walked over him with a sexy grin. "I'm not hungry. Let's fuck."

"You're still in your bathing suit! What about dinner? I'm starving," he said.

"You'll live," she said. "Let's fuck right now." She took his hand and led him back into the bedroom. She took off his clothes as he reluctantly obliged. Then, she stood and waited for him to undress her.

"Oh, OK," he said and he untied her top. He tossed it across the room. He reached down and pulled her bottoms off. She watched him to see if he would notice. He glanced at her bottoms for only a moment and threw them on the floor. He picked her up and tossed her on the edge of the bed. He was only half-hard, but that had never stopped him before. "You really are horny," he said as he quickly slipped inside of her. She didn't say a word.

After Derrick was done, he immediately walked to the bathroom like he always did. Jessica stood up, picked up her bathing suit, and looked at her bottoms. There was a pool of milky white jizz in her bathing suit. How could he not have noticed? 

*****

The next week, it was her shift again and Kevin was at the snack shop. "You know," she told him during the afternoon lifeguard shift. "I had a great time last week. Didn't you?"

He looked around. Mrs. Jablonski was in the backroom. She was counting cups and candy bars. "Yes," he said, leaning forward over the counter. 

Just then, Mrs. Jablonski walked up on them. "Hello, Jessica. Break time?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jablonksi, just taking my 15. Safety first, you know."

"Good idea. It is important to stay safe. Safety is just as important as having fun."

"Yes, Mrs. Jablonski," she said. Mrs. Jablonski just stood there. "Umm," Jessica said to Kevin. Mrs. Jablonski did not move. Jessica really needed to make sure Kevin would be waiting for her. "Maybe you can help me with some of my math stuff after work."

"Oh, oh yeah," Kevin said. "I could do that."

"Great," said Jessica and she turned and walked back to the lifeguard's chair. He watched her. It was a yellow bikini day. 

"Does she go to the university?" Mrs. Jablonski asked.

"I don't think so," Kevin said. 

"I don't think she is exactly at your level in math, is she?"

"No," he said. 

"What you need is a smart girl, like you. A girl who understands math."

The way she said it actually sounded insulting. Why did he have to have a smart girl? Why couldn't he have a sexy girl? Like Jessica. He had already fucked her once and here she was asking him to fuck her again. At least, it sounded like that was what she wanted. Why, he thought to himself, why can't I fuck any girl I want, Mrs. Jablonski? If you don't believe me, let's go in the back room and I will whip out my dick and fuck you right here, right now, you dirty fucking MILF, he thought to himself.

"Math is important. You keep paying attention to your studies and everything else will work out just fine."

"Yes," he said and smiled. 

"And be safe. Do you know what I mean?" she asked.

Suddenly, he thought he knew what she meant.

"Be safe. Safe."

"...OK," he said.

"Good," she said and she walked back into the back room, leaving the stench of cigarettes and perfume behind her. 

*****

While Kevin was closing, he was wondering if Jessica would really come back. The bell at the counter rang and there she was.

"What will it be tonight?" he said. "I am guessing you don't just want a Diet Coke."

She was a bit taken aback by his tone, but she didn't really care what he thought about her. She knew what she needed from him.

"You know what I want," she said.

"I'll meet you around back," he said. He met her at the back door and she took him by the hand to the sand. 

This time, she had brought a towel and she told him so as if it had been an act of strategic genius. In seconds, she was naked and he was, too. But her comment about the towel had reminded him about what Mrs. Jablonski had said.

Jessica laid out the white towel which quickly disappeared on the sand under the twilight. She pulled him down to her. 

"Hold on," he said. "Shouldn't we be safe?" he said.

"That's why I brought the towel," she said.

"No," he said. "I mean, safe. You know, safe. Shouldn't I wear a condom or something?"

Jessica sat up on the towel and pushed him back. Her voice suddenly became harsh. "Don't tell me you have herpes!" she said.

"No," he said, startled. "No. I don't. I... I'm sure I don't."

"Well, neither do I and I don't want anything."

"I know," he said. "Shouldn't we be safe?" he said.

She almost said yes, but then she remembered why she was there. "Kevin, if it was any other boy, I would make him wear a condom, but not you. I want to feel you." She started saying the same lines she had heard boys use on her. "I want to feel you, all of you, every inch of you, inside you. I mean, inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me."

He did not need any more convincing than that. In less than a minute, he was on top of her, pounding away like a jackhammer on asphalt. He was relentless. She had never been fucked by a cock so hard so fast -- not by any live human penis, at least. He just kept thrusting inside her over and over and over. It actually became so monotonous that her mind began to wander. She thought about Derrick and how much she loved him. She thought about all of the time he spent weightlifting and the way it had changed him. She loved him, but he was cheating on her and she knew it. She remembered why she was here.

As hard as Kevin was fucking her, she started to fuck him right back. When he pushed in, she pushed back, lifting her hips up and squeezing his cock. "You fuck me, you fucking sonofabitch. Fuck me, you fucking bastard."

He was startled by her sudden angry tone, but was willing to play along.

"I'll fuck your brains out, you fucking whore. I am going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week."

"Fuck me," she demanded as they ground their hips into each other. "You call that a cock? Fuck me like a man, you fucking fucker."

"I'll fuck you so hard," he said. "I'm going to whip this cock out and cum right in your face."

Suddenly, they were both quiet and he stopped.

"Don't do that," she said softly.

"No," he said. "I was just playing along. I thought..."

"Are you going to cum soon?" She asked.

"I can, if you want me to."

"Yeah, why don't you go ahead and cum," she said. 

As he started to thrust, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock, squeezing him tighter and tighter.

"That feels good," he said. "I'm going to cum," he said with a smile.

"I know," she smiled back at him. "Cum inside me, okay? Cum inside me."

He felt a shot of cum begin to tingle inside him. She squeezed his cock even tighter and he wondered if he could hold it back, but he could not. He felt it racing through his body as semen gushed out of him and into her. He kept going and she kept squeezing his shaft as if she were milking every last drop from him.

"How was that?" he asked her, hovering over her.

"That was fun," she said. Then, she quickly stood up. "I need to go," she said.

"Oh, yeah," he said as he watched her pull on the yellow bikini bottoms and then her top. "I love that bathing suit," he said.

"I got this 75% off at the end of last season. They were selling all of these suits for 75% off. I got three of them."





Safe Sex on the Beach, or MILF FTW



"A red one, a yellow one, and a kind of pink and purple one," he said.

"Yeah," she said. "That's right." Then she turned to him and was suddenly very serious. "You're not a stalker, are you?"

"No."

"Good. Because I don't need a stalker."

"I'm not," he said and he watched her grab her towel and run off across the dimly lit sands.

At Derrick's, she demanded that he fuck her. She undressed him and he undressed her. This time, though, he stared at her yellow bottoms for a long time. "What is this?" he said. 

She looked at him, but then she lost her nerve. "I don't know," she said.

"What is this?" he asked and held the bottoms up for her to see.

"I don't know," she said nervously.

"Man, you leak a lot of pussy juice when you're horny," he said and proceeded to fuck her as if nothing had happened. 

Two days later, out of nowhere, he said, "You had better never cheat on me because I would kill that guy."

"I would never cheat on you because you would never cheat on me," she said.

"I wouldn't," he said.

"I know," she said.

The fact that he denied it made her so angry that she was going to make it so that he had no doubt.

The next week, back at Friendly Beach, Jessica went to the snack shop but only Mrs. Jablonski was there. Jessica could smell her before she saw her -- that awful smell of cigarettes and perfume. How could any woman do that to herself? Mrs. Jablonski was beautiful in so many ways. Why would such a beautiful woman allow herself to walk around smelling like a whore? 

"Where is Kevin?" Jessica asked. She didn't have time for small talk.

"Oh, he'll be back in a minute. I sent him out to my car to get a box of cups I bought. 200 count box for $8.49. That's a good deal."

"He's coming back soon?"

"Yes."

"Great," Jessica turned to walk away, but Mrs. Jablonski called to her and Jessica turned around.

"How is your summer going?" Mrs. Jablonski asked.

"Wonderful," Jessica said, remembering that Mrs. Jablonski owned at least half of the beach.

"How is your boyfriend, the weightlifter?"

"Great."

"Seeing any other boys?"

"No!" she said as if she had just been insulted. "I would never cheat on Derrick."

"Even if he cheated on you?"

Jessica suddenly remembered Mrs. Jablonski's history and thought she had a confidant. "If some boy were cheating on you, wouldn't you cheat on him? Just to teach him a lesson? Wouldn't you cheat on him and just wait, hoping that he finds out, just so that he knows how it feels?"

Mrs. Jablonski looked at Jessica. "No" was all she said.

"Well," said Jessica. "Some people would," she said.

"I am sure some people would," Mrs. Jablonski said.

That night, Jessica brought a towel and fucked Kevin just as hard as he fucked her. She was angry. Not at him, but angry as Derrick and maybe, perhaps, angry at herself. Angry at what she had started. Angry that she had not already ended this stupid game. Angry that Derrick was so stupid not to notice. Wondering if he just did not care at all. Angry that he might not care.

That night, she fucked Kevin with a vengeance and, knowing no better, he thought this is what people meant by rough sex. By the time he came, there was such an energy built up inside of him that he felt like a river of cum was racing out of him into her. As she moaned, she begged him to go deeper and deeper. "Give it to me," she pleaded. "Everything you have. Every drop." He did his best to do as she asked.

Then, she quickly stood up, slipped on her pink and purple bottoms and ran off into the night. 

When she got to Derrick's, she took of his clothes and hers and she crawled into the bed. He immediately walked over to her, ready to get started. 

"No," she said. "Can't we just this time, have some foreplay, please? Please."

He looked at her and he knew what she was talking about, but he wasn't interested in doing that. After all, she was the one asking for sex, not him.

"Please," she begged.

"OK," he said and got in the bed beside her. He reached between her thighs. His rough fingers found her clit and he began to rub her. 

"Mmm," she moaned. "You know what I like," she said.

He knew exactly what she liked. He reached down and pushed two fingers up into her pussy and began to rub. That was when he began to realize that something was wrong. Something was different. She wasn't getting wetter. She was getting very sticky, very quickly. He took his hand out of her and looked at his fingers. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide.

"What the fuck is this?" he said.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, no!" she said as if she had been caught. "Nothing... I... I.... I"

All Derrick said was "Who is he?"

*****

The next day, Derrick went with Jessica to Friendly Beach. Derrick was on a mission. 

"Where is Kevin?" Derrick asked Mrs. Jablonski. 

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to talk to him."

"About what?"

"Nothing," he said and he walked away.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Jessica came by the snack shop and asked the same question.

"He'll be back later," Mrs. Jablonski said.

"When?"

"Later."

"Fine," Jessica said and she walked away.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Derrick returned and asked the same question and Mrs. Jablonski knew what was happening. Kevin had been anything but safe and now he was not safe at all. Mrs. Jablonski knew all about cheating. She knew all about the lies and the jealousy and the anger and the vengeance. She knew what would happen next.

"Where is he?" asked Derrick.

"He'll be back in about 30 minutes," she said. "Do you want to see him?"

"Yeah," said Derrick.

"Why don't I tell him to meet you around back in about 30 minutes?"

"Really?"

"Yeah," she said. "Just come around to the back door. I'll leave it unlocked." 

"OK, I will," he said and he walked off. He wondered for a moment why Mrs. Jablonski was being so helpful, but he was so angry he didn't think about it for very long.

*****

Fifteen minutes later, when Kevin came back to the snack shop, Mrs. Jablonski immediately locked the cash register and walked him into the back room. There was only one thing she could do. At first, she wondered if she could, but she had no other choice.

She stood in front of him, stared right into his eyes, and told him sternly, "Kevin," she said. "I know what has been going on around here."

The way she said it, he knew she knew. He did not know how she knew, but he knew she knew. "Please don't fire me," he said. "I'm sorry. It will never happen again."

She laughed. "I'm not going to fire you. I understand that you are a young man and you need a chance to have your fun. Better to have it now than when you are married with children and have other responsibilities."

He knew what she meant.

"But that is not why I asked you to come back here. What I want to know is: Why?" She almost couldn't say it. She was suddenly aware of her own breath, her own lungs filling with air. Air being pushed out of her. Air pulled back into her. So much air. She could not remember the last time she had felt it, but the feeling was unmistakable: Fear. Pure fear. But she knew what she had to do. She opened her lips to draw a breath and said it. "Why not me?"

"You?"

But once she had heard her own voice say it, she was no longer afraid. In fact, she was completely at ease. She laughed.

"Why don't you and I... do the deed?"

"The deed?"

"The dirty deed," she laughed. "Why not me? You and me, right here, right now?"

The whole scene was like some MILF porn video and, not knowing better, he said so out loud. "Mrs. Jablonksi, are you a MILF?"

"What's a MILF?" she asked.

"Mother I'd Like to Fuck," he said.

"Well, I hope so," she said and she stepped forward and leaned against him, the length of her body pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around her and, for a moment, she enjoyed his embrace. But there was not much time left. "Take off your pants" she told him. 

He immediately obliged. His cock sprang to attention.

"Oh," she said, startled. It was not only that it had been so long since she had seen a real, naked man standing beside her, but this was an enormous penis. It must have been 10 inches long. She hadn't done anything but hug him and here was this red, throbbing cock. You couldn't say it was hanging there because it seemed more like it was mounted to him, more like a metal flag pole on the side of a house. And it seemed to bounce a bit, as if animated by the flow of blood through the shaft. She could not help but stare.

"My God, you have an incredible... penis," she said, slowly moving toward it.

"Thanks," he said.

"Do you have any problems... with girls?"

"What?"

"It's so... big. Do you have problems getting it... inside them?"

"Well," he said. "Not really, but I've only been with one woman." As soon as he said it, he wished he had not.

"One?"

"Yes."

"Only one?"

Mrs. Jablonski pretended not to know. "Well, she must have said something."

He didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Jablonski looked at his cock and she looked at him. "I have always been a bit... oral. I hope you don't mind." She got down on her knees in front of him, glancing for only a moment at the back door behind him. Then, she came eye to eye with his penis. She grabbed the shaft and ran her fingers up and down him several times. His cock seemed to quiver when she touched it. She could not help but notice a bullet-sized bead of wetness at the end of him. She leaned in and gently with her tongue licked the liquid from him. She took her tongue back into her mouth to taste him, a tiny drop of everything that was inside him, everything she would soon draw out of him. With that first taste of him, she began to salivate as she rolled that salty bead around in her mouth.

With just that one gentle lick, the red head of his cock jumped. It seemed almost inflamed with anger now. But it did not frighten her.

Beneath him, she began to feel a feeling she had not had in years. A part of her that had been almost forgotten began to ache, straining to fill a void left empty too long. She became all too aware of her own breathing again and could feel her own heartbeat. With her hand on his shaft, she could feel the blood racing through him. But the angry cock did not frighten her at all. She held on with one hand, stroking him with the other. She parted her lips and opened her mouth, wet with warm saliva. It had been a long time. She opened her mouth wide, remembering to avoid the teeth. Her mouth, which had always been so very skilled at this, easily took in the entire head of his cock and she tightened her lips around the shaft, licking at the head now trapped inside her.

"Oh my God," he said. "Oh, God." 

She smiled to herself. 

She firmly stroked his shaft as she sucked and licked the head. She soon surrendered any polite instincts she had and let the spit dribble from the corners of her mouth. She released him from her lips and licked her own spit off of him, then licked the same spit back onto him, painting it on his cock with her tongue. All the while, she kept up the constant, steady tug at his shaft, only occasionally stopping to rub the head with her other hand, her fingers gently squeezing the blood out of the head. She watched with delight as the head swelled again. She took him in her mouth again and did every nasty thing again. And again. And again.

"Oh, God," he kept saying.

"I am going to cum," he said to warn her, but she already knew. She could taste it. With him in her mouth, she licked at the end of his cock and knew what was next. She stopped for a moment, leaned back and, still stroking him with her relentless right hand, took a deep breath. She took another breath and slowly breathed it out. Then, she took another breath. And then she took him again into her mouth. 

But this time it felt so much different to him. When he looked down, he realized that she was consuming his cock, not just the head, but halfway up the shaft. With only a finger and thumb to steady him, she was deep throating him ferociously. When he realized what she was doing, he could not speak, he could barely breathe. All he could do is look down and watch helplessly as he felt his cock push back against the hollow of her throat over and over. She moaned as spit dripped from her mouth. 

He could no longer stand still and let her do it. Was he taking advantage of her generosity? He didn't care. He was running on instinct alone and instinct told him to fuck her throat as hard and as fast as he could and he did. She moaned and he reached out to grab her head and hold her steady as he now took control. As he fucked her, he stared down at her. She glanced up at him, but he didn't look away. He thrust his cock into her mouth and down into her throat with no intention to ask permission to cum because he was going to cum right down her throat whether she wanted that or not because she had given him no other choice. He had to do it. She moaned and he fucked her and he felt it rising up out of him and he felt himself begin to cum, but he did not bother to tell her at all he just came -- a thick stream of his sperm, right down her throat. He held her head steady and he fucked her until he felt he had drained every last ounce of himself into her. Then, he stopped and let go of her head.

Suddenly, he could smell the stench of cigarettes and perfume and everything he had not noticed. As he looked down, she was still sucking on the head of his cock and licking off what he knew was not her spit. She licked at him as if she were going to clean up every drop, stopping only for a moment to swallow and catch her breath.

"That was fucking incredible," he said.

She looked up at him and smiled. Her cheeks were flushed red, her lips swollen, sweat on her forehead, but smiling. "Like riding a bike," she said.

"Hunh?" he said.

"Never mind," she laughed, wiping a drizzle of spit and cum from her lips. 

As she stood up and collected herself, she glanced at the back door. Surely, it had been 30 minutes. Or had she lost track of time? Was it possible that only minutes had passed? Had she been completely distracted by Kevin's cock? She looked down at it.

She could not believe what she saw. Kevin was standing there naked and there was his cock at full attention. "What in the world?" she said.

"Hunh?" he said.

"Are you on some kind of penis pill or something?"

"No, why?"

"That's not normal. You are supposed to cum and then," she motioned at his penis, "everything goes away."

"Oh, that happens when I... do it... you know, by myself, but I don't think that is going to happen while you are standing here."

"Just because I am standing here?" She waved her hands over her body. "Like this?"

"I guess."

"You," she said to his penis, "are my favorite cock of all time. Ever." She looked at Kevin. "What can I do to... umm, help you here?"

"I thought we were going to fuck."

"Oh," she said. She glanced at the door. "That is a great idea. Why didn't I think of that?" She proceeded to undress. 

Unlike Jessica who just threw her clothes on the ground, Mrs. Jablonski was careful to hang each garment -- her Friendly Beach t-shirt, her white bra, her tan shorts, her pink panties, and her white bobby socks -- over a chair near the office desk.

Kevin looked at her and that is when he realized how truly stunning she was. Unlike Jessica, whose body was tan from head to toe, Mrs. Jablonski had a tan line that almost seemed to be tattooed on her body. Her shoulders, arms, belly, and legs were tan, but every part that had always been kept in the shade was creamy white -- her boobs, her ass, and anywhere a bikini would have covered her. The places left untouched by the sun were the places that now drew his attention. He stared at her firm, round boobs, her red nipples standing out against her pale white skin. He could not help but look down. Her pussy hairs grew where nature grew them. He could not help but stare at her pussy and wonder. Dirty thoughts consumed him as he thought of the videos he had seen.

"Not so bad for 42 you think?" 

"You are fucking gorgeous," he said, stepping toward her, the head of his stiff cock bobbing out in front of him like a threat.

"I think," she said, "we are going to need a spot." She looked around the office and found some old beach towels on a shelf. She laid them down on the floor and then she laid down on them. She squirmed around a little until she was comfortable, her back flat on the cool floor, her knees bent, feet flat on the floor. She opened her thighs and held out her hands to invite him into her. As he knelt down between her legs, she stopped him.

"Whoa, cowboy. What are you doing?"

He stopped. "What?"

"How about a little reciprocity?"

"Oh," he said. 

"Don't tell me you won't lick the pussy of a woman who will swallow anything you've got."

"No, I just never..."

"Never?"

"Never."

She sat up and kissed him on the lips. She held his head in her hands and gently she started to lick his lips. She flicked her tongue over his lips and surprised him when she pushed her tongue past his lips and licked at his teeth. "That is what I want you to do to me," she said.

Without a word, she leaned back and he slowly lowered his head down between her thighs. He forgot for a moment the smell of cigarettes and perfume. All he could smell was her pussy. As he lowered his head to kiss her pussy, her pussy hairs tickled his nose. They were soft hairs, golden brown, and curly. He brushed back the hair from her pussy with one hand to reveal the lips of her pussy. It looked just like the up-close pussies he had seen in the videos. He knew what to do. 

He stuck out his tongue and brushed it against her bright red clit. His tongue was dry and she was dry and he almost lost his nerve. But the thrill of coming face-to-face with her pussy, pink and willing, so beautiful with its golden hair and long red lips -- the thrill of that first lick filled his mouth with saliva. His tongue was soaked with spit and he felt his heart racing as he attempted a second lick. This time he let the warm liquid from his mouth drip down onto her. His eyes only inches from her pussy, he noticed that she flinched the moment his warm spit touched her. He licked at her and the wetness of his tongue allowed him to slide his tongue over that tight little nub. He licked all around her, around and around.

"Unh," she moaned when he did it and that made him do it again.

He thought back to the videos he had seen and started to lick up and down the lips of her vagina, gently teasing the folds with his tongue. He darted his tongue into her pussy and realized how much he loved the taste of it, the taste of warm, wet pussy on his tongue. He extended his finger and slipped it up into her, gently teasing her. Every time he found a place she liked, she moaned and he rubbed it harder and faster. 

Soon, he realized she had opened herself wide for him, so he slipped two fingers into her. When she whimpered with delight, he pushed his knuckles deep into her, causing her to wiggle wildly on the towel. All the while, he gently licked at her pussy lips and her clit and kept her wet until he began to taste her own natural juices begin. He could look up and see her smiling, but his tongue told him everything he needed to know.

It wasn't that he was bored, but he soon could not stop thinking about only his own cock and how good it would feel to fuck her, to get inside the pussy he was licking.

"That is really wonderful," she said and suddenly sat up. He had no choice but to let his fingers slip out of her. "You are so wonderful," she said and kissed him on the lips. His face was flush and soaking wet from his nose to his chin. She wiped his chin with her hand. "But I'm not going to cum." She smiled.




Safe Sex on the Beach, or MILF FTW



"But I want you to cum."

"I want to cum."

"So, why don't you cum?"

"I'm afraid I've grown accustomed to... um, my own company, if you know what I mean."

"Show me."

She rolled her eyes. "I can't just make myself cum with you sitting there."

"Please," he said and smiled.

"Oh my god," she said and rolled her eyes again. "OK." She reached down between her thighs, her fingers immediately landing where they needed to be. She looked at him and could see how eager he was. Then she looked at his cock which was still rock hard. "If I cum for you, you have to fuck me."

"OK," he smiled.

She began the twirling motion, spinning her fingers around her pussy, circling her clit around and around and around and around. She was wet with the juices of him and her fingers easily glided over her aching pussy. She ran her fingers down to the magic spot that made her tingle. He had licked it several times and she had thought she might come, but he didn't know her as well as she knew herself. How could he? 

She noticed he was staring at her hand, watching mesmerized as she rubbed harder now. She looked down at her own hand and saw her golden brown pussy hairs glistening. She stopped for a moment to rub her wet fingers over her own pussy hair and pushed down on the mound. Then, her fingers returned to that magic place, right there, that magic place that made her whole body shiver. She ran her fingers up and down and up and down. 

He watched in amazement.

She noticed his intense stare. He was fixated on every little thing she did. Then, she felt it. Her pussy began to tighten uncontrollably as she rubbed the magic spot faster and fast, a kinetic friction building within her. As she felt her hips begin to tremble, she winced and moaned, her shallow breaths growing faster. All she had to do was touch it once now. For a tiny sliver of time, she denied herself the pleasure of it, as if to savor the anticipation, until she could not resist. Her fingers sprang into position around her clit and rubbed at it almost violently. In seconds, her whole body became consumed in a single, massive spasm, her self-control lost to a thunder inside her that shook her frame. The muscles in her face tightened into a grimace, her toes tingled, her pussy contracted, and she drew her knees up to her chest. For almost two minutes, a pulse of electricity ran through her body and she trembled uncontrollably. 

He was so surprised that he lost his balance and fell back. 

A minute later, she felt very cold, naked on the hard, cold floor, even with the towels underneath her. She rolled over on her side, laughing.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she said.

He got up on his knees. "You didn't scare me. That was incredible."

Just then, she noticed that the back door had been opened. She had not even noticed anyone had opened it. But someone had. She laughed. 

He laughed, too, but he didn't know why.

She rolled over on her back and then stood up, very slowly regaining her balance. "One minute," she said and walked over to the door. "Maybe we better lock this, just to be safe."

"Oh, no," he said. "I didn't even think about that."

As she walked back over to the towels, she saw that he was still at full attention. That cock was as hard and stiff and red and ready as it had been an hour ago. 

"OK," she said. "What next?"

He looked at her. "I want to fuck you from behind."

"You mean, fuck me in the ass? Because that is not going to happen."

"No, no, no," he said. "Just standing up, from behind."

"Fine, but don't even think of putting that cock in my ass." 

"I wasn't," he lied.

They went over to the desk and she leaned over it. He looked down at her pink ass and noticed where her tan line stopped. He held his cock in his hand and positioned it up under her.

"Here," she said and reached underneath to steer him in. She rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy for a moment. "Slow," she said. He gently pushed himself into her, very, very slowly. "Not that slow," she said. 

She was wet and he only had to push a little harder before he had slipped into her six inches deep. 

"Mmm," she moaned.

He loved the feeling of standing behind her, holding on to her hips, massaging the cheeks of her ass, thrusting his cock into her, deeper and deeper. She was wet and wide open. When he pushed deep inside her, he found a place they both enjoyed. He pushed the aching head of his penis up against that spot. He thrust into her over and over, sliding his cock in and out of her. Occasionally, he would pull out completely and then slip back in, driving himself all the way to the back of her in a single thrust. He could not tell if she was moaning from pleasure or pain, but she never told him to stop. In fact, the harder he pushed into her, the harder she pushed back. It reminded him of that time with Jessica, but Jessica was never this much fun.

Eventually, he felt that unmistakable feeling. He knew he would soon be unable to control it. "I think I'm going to cum."

"Hold on," she said she stepped away free from him. She sat up on the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide. "I want to see your face when you cum."

He stepped up to her and slid his cock up into her. It was a completely different feeling to be turned around like this. The way she was sitting with her hips up like that put an intense pressure on his cock, so much so that at first he could barely push himself into her. But then he found a place he could do it and began to pump as hard as he could, right up into her. 

She had wrapped her legs around his back and was kissing his face all over. She looked into his eyes, but he was no longer there. He was completely consumed with the sexual imperative: to fuck, to cum, to cum inside her, to fill her with his sperm, his seed. She was thrilled with the thought of him wanting her and fucking her and wanting to cum inside her. She was thrilled by his excitement, his reckless lust, and his overwhelming energy -- all of it directed at her. 

As he thrust harder, speeding toward his destiny, she panted breathlessly, her face covered in sweat. He had long forgotten the smell of cigarettes and perfume and was thinking only of the beach babe with the clear blue eyes, blond hair, peach boobs, pink ass, golden-brown wisps of pussy hair, that mound of golden-brown pussy between her thighs.

Suddenly, he was coming. His knees almost gave out under him as his body struggled to continue to thrust up into her, but he kept his balance and his rhythm until every last drop of cum was out of him.

She smiled with delight. "Was that a good one?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, panting. He was drenched in sweat.

He slipped out of her and gobs of cum splattered on the floor beneath them. Even more cum was dripping from his cock, still red and swollen now from so much unrelenting friction. He could not help but notice his cum dripping out of her pussy. He liked the sight of it, his cum dripping out of her. She looked down at herself.

"I am a mess. You are a mess. We need to clean up. And clean this place up. She looked at the clock on the wall and pointed to it. "We are 9 minutes away from the candy rush."

So, just like in the porn movies, the part they never show you, the two of them just cleaned up, put on their clothes, and went back to work.

*****

When Jessica caught up to Derrick, he wasn't mad at all. He was laughing. He put his massive arm around her shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze. "I don't know what you are doing, but you are not fucking that geek. That geek is fucking Mrs. Jablonski. I don't think that geek would be fucking her if he was fucking you."

"Kevin is fucking... Mrs. Jablonski?"

He laughed. "Yes."

"Mrs. Jablonski?"

"I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In the back room of the snack shop."

"There's not even room to lie down in there."

Derrick looked at her.

"When? When did you supposedly see this?" she asked.

"About an hour ago. I've been looking for you. Where have you been?"

"I was looking for... something. "

"Well, I don't know what you have been doing, but if you want to spend your free time fucking geeks who are fucking Mrs. Jablonski, you can." He laughed.

She was so angry she could not speak.

"Listen," he said. "I know you made up this whole story just to make me jealous. I know you would never cheat on me. I don't know what I was thinking."

That only made her more angry.

"I forgive you," he said and kissed her. She reluctantly kissed him. Then, she said she needed to get back to work. When he turned around and went off with his buddies, she went immediately to the snack shop.

There was Kevin standing there.

"Diet Coke?" he asked.

"Fuck you," she said. "What are you doing cheating on me?"

"I wasn't," he said as she suddenly jumped up over the counter. She backed him up against a wall. Then, she started to sniff him. She grabbed his hand and sniffed his hand. She sniffed his neck. She sniffed his chest and all around him.

"She is all over you."

"No," he said, but he could not deny it.

"She is all over you. She has been on every inch of you. Cigarettes and that, ewww, perfume!"

"Well," he said. "Maybe not every inch," he smiled.

She slapped his face.

"How dare you. How dare you cheat on me?"

"But we weren't even --"

She slapped him again.

"Shut up. God, you stink. Here I was going to come over here to warn you about Derrick and I find out you're fucking Mrs. Jablonski."

"Please," Kevin said. "People can hear you."

"I don't care what they hear," she said, but then she whispered. "Have you been fucking that old whore while you were fucking me, yes or no? Tell me the truth."

"Well, not at the same time."

She slapped him again.

Jessica suddenly wondered. "Was she? She wasn't there in the dark, was she? Watching us?"

"No, that's weird."

"That's not as weird as you fucking somebody's grandmother."

"She isn't that old."

"I can't believe I let you cum inside me. You cum so much. You cum more than any man I have ever met. It is like a bucket of jizz. I was, like, drowning in cum!" She turned and walked away. 

Those were the last words she ever spoke to him. He saw her at the beach. Sometimes, he would wave, but she would not wave back. She never stopped by for her free Diet Coke. 

He never had sex with Mrs. Jablonski again, either. They never spoke about what happened. They just went on with their lives. At the end of the job, he did ask, and she did say, that she would give him a good recommendation. He was very reliable.

It was almost two months into the fall semester when, one day, he was sitting in his dorm room studying for his next math course, and there was a knock at the door. He opened the door and there was a beautiful girl. Tall, blond-brown hair, blue eyes. "Kevin?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. 

"You don't know me, but I am Mrs. Jablonski's daughter, Sara. Do you remember my Mom?"

"Yeah. I worked at the snack bar at Friendly Beach this past summer."

"Yeah," she smiled. "That's my Mom. I'm a sophomore here, Applied Math, and Mom knew you were here so she asked me if I would get this to you." She reached out and handed him an envelope.

"What is it?" He asked.

"No idea," she said. "Mom just said to give this to you."

He opened the envelope and there was a card inside. On the card was a cartoon picture of a fat man dressed in what looked like a giant condom. He was playing a saxophone. On the inside, the card said, "After decades of experimentation, Harvey finally found a way to have Safe Sax on the Beach." Underneath it, Mrs. Jablonski had written, "Thanks for all of your hard work this summer. I hereby recommend you."

"What does it say?" Sara asked.

"I don't get this joke," he said. He showed her the card.

"I guess she thinks that's funny. My Mom is a nut, but she's sweet, you know. You know why she really sent me over here with this card, don't you?"

"No."

"Because she knows that I'm a math major and you're a math major and she is trying to play matchmaker. She thinks that just because we are both math majors you and I should go on a date, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. That's exactly how Mom thinks."

"Oh," he said. Suddenly, he realized just how much Sara looked like a much younger version of Mrs. Jablonski. In a flash, he remembered every minute, every second, of what had happened between them in that back room that day. He looked at Sara again. And then, to his own surprise and hers, he heard himself say, "Maybe your Mom is right." 



Safe Sex Starts at Home



Carol Olson was by all accounts the perfect mom. She made a decent living as a dental hygienist, maintained a clean and comfortable home for her son, and prided herself on always doing the right thing. During the spring and summer of 2009 the "right thing" suddenly became more complicated.

"Mom, I have something from the school that you're going to want to read," David said as he returned from school one day. Carol looked up from her book at her eighteen year-old son and could tell it was serious. He handed her the paper and her heart fell. It announced that six students at David's school had tested positive for HIV and all kids were strongly encouraged to get tested.

"Oh my god," Carol said as the news sunk in. "David, please tell me that you have not been having sex." David looked down, confirming her worst fear. "Well at least tell me that you've used protection." No answer from David and Carol's heart sank. "David!"

"I'm sorry mom, I've tried using condoms but my skin must be allergic to latex or something. Every time I put one of those things on my skin becomes sore and irritated and I lose my erection. I just can't use them."

Carol reached for the phone and called her ex. He was a good father who also happened to be a doctor. She explained what happened and within an hour David was tested. When the call came in the next day that everything was fine she breathed a huge sigh of relief but knew that she had to do something to prevent her son from getting into trouble. She knew all too well the power of teenage hormones and how hard it would be for him to make the right choice. She immediately went to the internet in search of a solution. She would do whatever it took to ensure her son's safety.

The news wasn't good about his allergy. The only condom not made from latex was not approved to prevent the spread of STDs. She continued to search for a solution. One night she came across a chat site where she found others facing the same predicament. She was shocked with one mother's extreme measures.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, the woman wrote. She stated that she would do anything to protect her son from the deadly disease and made a private pact with him. She knew the boy would have sex, abstinence wasn't a realistic solution, so she told him that whenever he was in need of release, she would help him. He in turn promised to refrain from any sort of sexual contact and allow her to inspect him upon returning from any parties or dates. She stated that although this was very uncomfortable at first they had gotten used to it and the boy was so excited by it she was confident he wouldn't slip up and jeopardize losing his privileges. After awhile they were both comfortable with it and she said she actually enjoyed it. To Carol's amazement other women confided they did the same thing and all agreed that due to the extreme nature of the situation it was the best decision available.

At first Carol found the idea preposterous. It was incest and wrong, surely there must be another way. But over the course of the next few weeks the idea festered in her head. She imagined what it would be like and how he would respond. David was a good looking boy, in great shape, and always respectful. He had an endearing smile that always warmed her heart. He looked a lot like his father when he was in high school and Carol could easily remember how excited she was when they started fooling around. Finally she made the decision to approach him with the idea.

"David, there's something I'd like to talk to you about," she said one evening as he was watching TV. "It's about this HIV situation and your inability to have safe sex." This got David's full attention and he turned off the TV. "Honey I'm so worried that you're going to find yourself in a situation where you make the wrong decision. I know how it is for boy's your age and how tempted you'll become."

"I know mom, I'm actually concerned too. But what can I do?"

"Well, I read something online that sounds crazy, but might be worth considering." Carol explained the idea and was relieved that he didn't immediately storm out of the room. 

"Wow Mom, you're right, that is crazy." He looked at her for a long moment. "Are you serious?"

"Darling I love you and as your mother I'd do anything to ensure your safety. Even this. If I were to help you would you promise me that you will never do anything with another woman?"

"Well, I guess so, but...."

"But what?"

"Well, you said that you'd help me whenever I have the need...."

"Yes, that would be only fair honey."

"Um, but I have the need a lot Mom."

"How much is a lot baby?"

"Well, I usually need to get off at least two or three times a day," he said.

"Well you're right, that is a lot. But it's not abnormal for a boy your age. When do you usually do it?"

"I almost always get off in the shower in the morning. And sometimes when I get home from practice. And always at bedtime."

"Then if I were to help you at all of those times would you hold up your end of the bargain? And you could not tell a soul either, I mean it. Not even your best friend. Could you promise me that?"

David looked at her and gulped. The idea was actually starting to sink in. He suddenly looked at his mother in a different light, not as his mom, but as a woman. She had short blond hair and always wore loose clothes. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually gotten a good look at her body. He knew she carried a few extra pounds but also that she had very large breasts. He realized that just the thought of it was beginning to excite him.

"Sure Mom, I promise," he said.

Carol too realized this crazy idea was becoming a reality and they were on the verge of doing something unthinkable.

"OK, then we have a deal," said Carol. "I guess you'll just have to let me know when you're horny."

"Mom..." David paused, his voice hoarse. 

"Yes dear?" said Carol, knowing what was coming.

"I'm horny right now."

"Well, I guess there's no time like the present." Carol walked over to the couch and sat down. "Come here baby, give me a hug." David leaned in as Carol put her arms around him. She pulled his head against her chest and felt his arms go around him. "I love you baby."

"I love you too mom," he said.

"Stand up honey," said Carol. David stood up and turned to face her. Carol scooted up so she was sitting on the edge of the couch, right in front of him, her face at crotch level. As David looked down in disbelief his mom reached out and unfastened his belt. David could feel his rod swelling in his pants. Carol saw it, aware that his bulge was very large. She wondered if her son had inherited her ex husband's generous package and began to get somewhat excited to find out.

When his belt was open Carol's trembling hands grabbed his jeans and fumbled briefly with his button before finally releasing it. Her eyes were locked on the bulge which was growing even larger. She involuntarily licked her lips as David watched. Her pretty fingers found his zipper and began to pull it down. David felt the vibration in his crotch and his cock stirred, sliding up his thigh. Carol's hand brushed against it as she lowered the zipper. 

Carol grabbed his waistband and began pulling his jeans down his thighs. His underwear was pulled slightly down but caught on his growing member. Carol was somewhat surprised to discover that no pubic hair was poking out of his lowered shorts. Did he shave it completely?, she wondered.

Now his cock was a huge lump reaching almost all the way to the side of his pelvis. Carols breath was deep as she stared it, then she brushed her fingers along it's length. It lurched in his shorts as her fingers touched the soft cotton covering the head. She then wrapped her hand around it, feeling it's heat and hardness.

David could not believe how excited he was. He had never been so turned on in his life. Carol was also surprised to discover how her body was responding to this. She had intended it to be just a physical act she did for him, not a sex act they would both enjoy. But she could neither stop nor deny the heat that was growing between her legs. 

With shaking hands she grasped the shorts and pulled them out, peeking down into his shorts, seeing his perfectly smooth and hairless pubic mound, and then the thick shaft of his cock. She could not believe how large it was. It was actually larger than her husbands. She realized that it must be at least nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist. As she pulled the cotton briefs fully away his entire cock stuck straight out at her face. The large purple head was inches from her eyes. She watched as it slowly grew longer and harder, arcing up toward his flat stomach. As the briefs came down she saw his smooth nut sack and felt the heat his large, egg-shaped balls produced. She realized she had never seen such a magnificent cock before. Her plan was to jerk him off but her mouth was watering. She would have loved to take him in her mouth, but that was too wrong. She had to maintain some form of boundary, didn't she?

Carol briefly took her eyes from his growing staff and met his gaze. His eyes were moist, his lips slightly parted. Looking into his mother's eyes at this moment caused his cock to twitch and reach higher into the air. It stuck out farther than it ever had. It was longer than her face and she had to look up to see the tip of it. 

As Carol watched precum drooled out of his pisshole and hung down in a thick strand, reaching toward the floor. She reached out with one finger and touched his juice for the first time, raising her finger toward his growing cock head. And finally, at last, she touched her son's cock. He gasped as she rubbed the thick sauce over his glans, marveling at the soft sensitive skin on the bottom of the head. Again his cock twitched, oozing more slimy juice over his head. Carol dearly wanted to touch the tip with her tongue but resisted.

She reached up with her other hand and grasped the hot shaft. She heard her son inhale sharply and felt a jolt shake her pussy. She, like he, had never been so turned on. Her panties were full over her cream. She knew if he were to touch her pussy she would cum instantly.

She began to slowly stroke his engorged cock. Yes, it was larger than her ex's. She remembered how deeply his had touched her, how wide it stretched her, how much it filled her mouth when she sucked on it. It had been too long since she had been with a man she suddenly realized.

Even though David had jacked off in the shower that morning he knew he could not take much more of this. He stared down as his lovely mother stroked his aching cock. She pulled it down, gazing at it lustfully, it pointed straight at her face and she began to pull on it faster.

David closed his eyes, trying to hold back, trying to savor the delicious feeling of her warm hand on his raging cock. His knees bent and his hips began to move against her hand. He was getting so close. She could sense his pending climax which turned her on even more. She knew that in a moment she would see her son's hot sperm squirt out of his bloated cock head. There was nothing in the world she wanted more than to see his cum shoot out. She wasn't even thinking of where it would land, just wanting to watch it spurt. She pulled on his cock faster.

David was so close that when she touched his thigh his balls constricted and he felt his orgasm start. He held back, holding it in, feeling it build. Carol sensed it too, a quiet "yessss" escaped from her full lips as her eyes studied his slit.

It seemed to Carol to happen in slow motion. She heard him groan just as his hips shot forward. His cock was inches from her face as his piss slit parted and the first bolt of hot cum sprang out toward her. It arced across the short gap between them and struck her directly in the forehead. She gasped and another bolt shot out, showering her cheek. She involuntarily aimed his shaft directly at her open mouth as the next bolt blasted forth and landed deep in her throat. She gagged, surprised, as another load shot out and coated her upper lip.

David stared down as strings of hot cum blasted out, plastering his mothers sweet face. It seemed like it would never stop. He was so turned on and her hand kept jerking him that his cum kept coming, washing over her face, then pouring out over her pumping hand until finally he squeezed his scrotum muscles and forced the last load from his pulsing balls. Carol gazed at his cum-covered cock, seemingly oblivious to the jizz running down her face and dripping off her chin in long white ropes. The image was seared in David brain. His mother looked up at him and ran her the back of her hand across her chin, not realizing her hand was covered in her son's hot cum so it just smeared more over her face. They paused, staring at each other for a full twenty seconds, neither speaking. Finally David came to his senses and was overcome with embarrassment, ashamed that he had just coated his mother's face with his cum, and rushed to his room.

Carol sat for a moment in disbelieve, then calmly walked to her room. She went into her bathroom and closed the door. She stared into the mirror at her wanton face, covered in cum. Her whole body was tingling with arousal. She shoved her hand down her pants and found her soaking panties. She touched her clit and immediately came while staring at her son's cum covering her face. She had never cum so hard or long in her life. Finally she pulled off her slacks and panties and wiped his cum up with her drenched undies. She dropped them into the hamper then turned on the shower. She realized she was neither shocked nor ashamed. She knew that she had just done the right thing for her son and was excited for their new relationship.