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Secret Desire

By: Blackie67



On a cold wintery night, Daria looked outside the window of her chambers and studied the snowflakes softly singling down to the ground covering it like a white blanket. She stood there silhouetted against the small candle that lit up the room, for a few moments, before moving away and withdrew deeper towards the heavycurtained four-posted bed. On such cold nights, she always prefered the simplest, yet warmest and more practical of nightgowns. Seating down on the edge of the magnificent well decorated bed, she slips off her slippers and pushes them to the side with a nudge of her paws, lifting her gown-covered legs under the folds of the heavy blankets and snuggled down, relaxing for her sleep for this night. 

Outside, in the cover of the white-tipped evergreens, a pair of green eyes observed the figure of the female in the victorian baywindow. Waiting until the coast was clear, he moved, treading quietened steps in the sound-muffling snow towards the closest wall of the mansion. 

Unaware, Daria lay down for the night, resting her well accented furred feline head to the soft down of the encased pillows, closing amber eyes and relaxes, welcoming the embrace of light dreams, the beginning of her slumber. 

Stealthily, the darkmasked observer climbed the wintery naked vines that crept up the walls to her bedchambers whilst the silent snow still singled down like light, light feathers to the ground down below. 

Sleep entered the folds of her mind, relaxing her body and soul with calm breathing, even when a dog sounded a bark in the distance, she didn't stir. He paused amidst his climb, listening.. resuming upwards, he went higher reaching the window that was left slightly ajar and slipped inside into the dark room. 

Quietly Brandon slips to her bedside, moving with a perfect stealth and pauses.. observing her once again, this time whilst she breathes relaxed. A stirr, and Daria rolled onto her side, curling up under the thick heavy blankets. 

A small smirk lingers on his masked face whilst she lay there asleep. His prey. Cautiously he reaches, folding back the deepred covers from her gowned form to his curious green gaze. 

Peacefully Daria slumbered on, noting nothing of her dark admirer in the night. Black claws gently caress her soft yellow furred cheek and he sat down on her bedside with much care. 'Not yet.' he thought to himself 'would this sleeping beauty need to .. wake.' Gently folding back the covers further from her inevitable body, down to the foot-end of the bed and gazed at her for a lingering moment. 

Clawtips traced lightly down the lines of her nightgown, tipping at the hem for a second. Withdrawing, Brandon scanned the darkened chamber, spying silken scarves on the dresser. Smirking anew, he rose with caution, careful to not waken her.. yet, and fetched five scarves, returning soon to her sleeping grace. 

One scarf he looped around her left wrist and gently tied it to one of the bedposts, taking her other, he tied that to the right post without awakening her. Soon, he did the same with her feet, leaving her asleep spreadeagled on the bed in her nightclothes as his carnal lusts grew, only imagining what he could do with her innocence this dark night. 

'What to do,' he pondered yet not for long. Brushing up the hem of her gown, he slowly exposes soft creamy fur much to his delight. Daria moves slight, whispering a soft whimper in her sleep. 'Maybe.. she is dreaming, maybe.. she is becoming aware of her fate.. for this night,' he thought, whilst watching her for a moment more, before he pushes further up her gown to above her luscious swollenfurred breasts and kisses each hardening nipple.. softly.

She quietly murmurs, shifting in her bonds. A soft grin forms on his dark maw, brushing his raspy tongue to her left erect nipple and suckles like a newborn kit, observing her reactions as her body responds with a mind of it's own. 

Silently Brandon murrs a gentle purr, clawtips tracing down her creamy fur, delicately making patterns to her widespread soft thighs and tickles cautiously at her hidden unbudded fruit within, causing an escaping hushed gasp from her kitten lips, a rise of hips writhing from the bedsheets which he approves of with a purring smile. 

Gently, he teased his tied partner of the wintery night, seeking further a single claw down the silky folds of her labia and parted the soft lips, tickling her to erotic delights in her slumbering dreams. 

Her musky-sweet scent of honey rose in the room, filling his nostrils as his claw dipped into her awaiting treasure, cautiously fetching it to his furred maw her silky honey taste and savoured such flavour with a lick of his tongue.. hungrily. 

Squirming on the bed, Daria moved in slow motions to his tentative touch, gasping a soft whimperish mewl in the midst of her exotic dream, wanting her secret lover to tease and linger his soft feathery touch to her womanly quim. 

Transfixed by her delicate savour, Brandon slips low his darkfurred feline head to between her creamy valley of her quivering thighs and lashed out his rough pink tongue to her shivering swollen labia, reaching deep into the secrecy of her womanhood and laps deep of her sweet nectar. 

A soft sigh once more escapes her parted lips, squirming a soft twist on the sheets of satin. Creamcolored hips motioning to her secret lover's desires, as further in her dream, he softly parted her netherhood and enriched her with explorable heights of being deflowered to the seven heavens. 

Richly he lapped her inner folds, soon craving more and slips in a clawed finger into her gripping treasures. Teasing.. coaxing, he drank more of his sleeping prey. 

Brandon softly purrs, withdrawing his honeycoated maw and drags his tongue up along her silky soft fur to her swollen breasts. Nipping, he lipped those delightful small erect cones of her nipples whilst parting her secret folds with two claws, brushing his more than ready quivering male member to her needing womanhood.. pauses. 

'It is.. time,' he thought. 

Quivering she shifted furred hips, needing him and sighs in the cool air of the night. 

Cautiously he slips and stills.. feeling, savouring her desire.. so.. exotic.. and smiles.. pausing a second more. 

A throb, and sudden he plows deep his aching need into her rich tight unviolated confines as soft amber eyes snap open with a startled cry as her hymen is torn through in one single rough thrust. 

Her cry soon dies with the building pleasurable desire that burns inside. 'So long.. I have waited.. for him.. to come to me,' she thought. Motioning in unison with her dark lover as his maw licks and nips along hers, uniting in a passionate kiss. 

Together they toyed their tongues along each others, gasps fill the quake of the room for this night, fullfilling one anothers pleasure. Little did Daria resist. Accepting him fully. Innocence lost in equal desire. 

Easing slowly, Brandon pushes forward, filling her clutching deflowered virginity and gazes down into the eyes of his prey, his lover and mate with an aching need. Quivering, he felt the urge build up withinside.. and tingles a pause in her tight glove. 

Daria gasps, strengthening the newborn sensation with a Need! Craving desire to have him welcomed to where he so belongs after so many nights of yearning. 

He purrs, motions with her, his object of unleashed passion, maw seeking maw, interlocking again together with play of tongues. 

Into the deepest hours of the night, they make love with one another. Falling asleep, entwining in one another's arms and legs, a mingle of salt and sweet honey lingers in the air of the early hours of dawn, embraced in the breathings of two hearts now as one.

Secret Desire



He walks into the hotel and heads for the elevator. His insides trembling. His thoughts racing.

She had called him and told him to be here today at exactly 4pm.

She would not say what for. (though she did not have to). He knew she wanted to see him for a reason. The reasons did not matter. The only thing that mattered was that MISTRESS called him. 

As the elevator doors open and he steps in, his thoughts are of HER. Knowing he loves to please her. Wondering what she has in store for him today.

The doors close in front of him and the elevator starts to rise slowly. It finally stops on the 10th floor and he steps out. Looking around at the doors, he finds the room. 

For a brief moment, a chill passes through him that he cannot explain. His unsteady hand reaches up and knocks on the door to room 1022.

His thoughts are scrambled. Why is he so nervous? HE is the dominant one here too. As he waits for the door to open, he thinks to himself. I am a dominant to anyone but HER. She knows me. Knows my deepest secrets.

The door slowly opens and he enters the room. He leans forward and kisses her cheek softly. Hello. How are you? It has been a while since I have seen you.

Yes, love, she replies, it has been too long. But, you have not been far from my thoughts. In fact,today is about YOU, love.

He looks at her questioningly as she smiles at him softly. Today, out of the many things you have revealed to me in confidence, you will have one of them come true.

I know you will be very shy and maybe even a little bit unwilling to start but, you will come around for me. 

I want you to remember that I love you, and I will take care of you. I will let nothing bad happen to you.

The look on his face was calm but, inside he was shaking. His thoughts were racing back in time. Trying to find one of the things that they talked about. His mind is drawing a blank. He looks at her and says, I trust you with everything about me.

Good, she replied. Now, come all the way in and undress. We are about to begin. He moves to the center of the room and begins to undress.

As he removes his clothes, his mind is spinning. He trusts Mistress. Yet he is a little apprehensive. He does not like this not knowing what will happen next. He has always been the one in charge. He tells his submissives what to do.

Now, it is his turn. He will play that role for HER.

Undressed, he begins his role. Mistress, what would you like me to do now, he asks.

She has been sitting in the chair watching him undress. Thinking to herself what a wonderful body he has. How she will enjoy today. How she will make his desire come true.

Thinking that he has told her so much. Over the last year, they have shared secrets, desires, pain and happiness. She is so glad they met. She slowly gets up and walks to him. She places her hands on the sides of his cheeks. She leans into him and places her soft lips against his then tells him to kneel before her.

He kneels before her, looking up to her face. He is thinking that she is so beautiful and he will do anything for her.

She moves to the table and picks up her leather cuffs. She returns to him and kneels behind him as he brings his arms together for her.

As she places the cuffs on him, she lightly kisses his neck. She whispers in his ear telling him how much she loves him and how proud of him she is for trusting her enough to not ask, just do.

She rises and moves back to the table. She picks up a blindfold and walks in front of him. As she places the soft cloth over his wondering eyes, she smiles. She knows in her heart that he would never do this for anyone else.

She moves away from him. Leaving him in the middle of the room to think about what will be happening soon.

He is excited, she can tell this by looking at his growing erection.

She smiles and picks up her drink, takes a sip and sits it back down. 

A knock on the door makes him jump. His mind is racing now. How will she explain this to anyone. Will she let them in to see him this way. She sees him squirm a little and says to him, shhh, just don't move. Everything is ok.

She walks to the door and opens it. He is right on time. She lets him enter the room. He is thinking, who is that? What is going on here.

She walks back to him. She places her hand upon his shoulder.

She talks to him in her soft, yet strong voice. Sweetheart, today, you will let me help you with a fantasy you told me about long ago. You once told me that you had a fantasy of being Dominated into sucking a man's cock. He starts to speak but, she tells him with authority to hush and listen.

He closes his mouth, squirming around a little on his knees. Shifting nervously. He hears her voice talking to the other man. Strip now.

He hears pants unzip and being removed. He is getting more and more nervous. She tells the man to move forward. Stand in front of my slave. Do not touch him. Just stand there. Understood?

He hears, yes, Ma'am. He hears the sound of feet on the carpet near him.

She says stop there. She kneels on the floor beside him. Her arm slips around his shoulders. 

Dear, you know you have secretly longed for this. You told me as much. We talked about this at length. You just never thought it would happen.

Tonight, my love, it will happen. His head starts shaking from side to side. His mouth opens but, she places her fingers to his lips. Shhhh, love. You do not want to be in trouble as well now do you?

His head again shakes from side to side. She tells him good boy. 

She looks up at the submissive in front of her. You may begin to slowly stroke yourself. The submissive begins stroking his cock.

She begins whispering to him. You should see his cock, love. It is very nice to look at. It is growing bigger with each stroke he does. She looks up at the submissive. Do not bring yourself near an orgasm. Continue until I say stop.

In his ear, he hears her. Love, this cock is so nice, I know you will enjoy having it between those precious little lips of yours.

You are going to show Mistress how much you love her and want to please her by sucking this cock. I will help you, love. Not to worry. I will be here through it all.

I will guide his cock to your lips. I will help it slide into your hot waiting mouth. His body is shaking. He cannot tell if it is because he is scared or excited or maybe both. His mind wanders as his tongue in advertently slips past his lips and licks them.

His mouth seems to be very dry right now. Mistress picks up her drink and puts it to his lips. Drink, love. Just a little sip. He takes a drink and she moves the glass away. She speaks softly. He knows it is not to him she is talking.

Your cock is big and hard now. Stop stroking it and move a little closer to him. His body stiffens. 

Her hand on his shoulder starts to stroke it as she says, love, this is your fantasy. I am here to help you complete it.

You know you want to please me and please yourself in knowing that your fantasy came true. I want you to open your mouth for me, love. Come on, you can do it for me.

She puts her hand to his mouth and helps him open it. It opens ever so slightly. She presses her hand against the sides of his mouth firmly but, gently. His mouth begins to open more. When his mouth is open to her satisfaction, she tells him not to close it at all or she will be very upset with him.

She talks to the submissive. Now, I want you to move closer and put the head of your cock just on his lips. No further. As he moves forward, she puts her hand back to his mouth. Do not move love, I promise you this will not hurt.

He feels something touch his lips. His head tries to pull back but, Mistress will not let it. 

He feels her hand on his lips just below the tip of the cock. 

She whispers in his ear. Now you will do as you are told. Do not make me tell you more than one time to do something, love. Is that clear? His head nods slowly up and down. When he does this, he feels the tip of that cock touch his lips again.

She tells him in a firm voice to stick his tongue out. As his tongue slides out of his mouth, it touches the tip of the cock. He hears a slight moan from above his head. His tongue darts back in. 

He hears, again, love. This time, when you touch the cock with it, I want you to move your tongue around it. Slowly, not fast at all.

His body shivers but, his tongue slides back out. He then lets his tongue begin to move around the tip of the cock as instructed. Again, he hears a moan.

Mistress tells him how good that looks when she sees him licking the tip of that beautiful cock. She tells him to move his tongue back in his mouth. He does as he is told.

She tells the submissive to slowly inch forward putting his hard cock a little further into his mouth. 

As his mouth begins to fill with the hard cock, his head again tries to pull back. She won't let him move though. He begins to gag a little. She tells the submissive to stop. His cock is halfway into his mouth now.

She whispers to him, sweetheart, let your throat relax. Take him in slowly. Lick his cock like it is a sucker. 

Slowly his mouth and tongue move around the hardened cock. He begins to move his head a little. Back then forward. She has her hand on the back of his head guiding him as he moves.

She has encouraging words for him. You are doing just fine my love, just fine, continue. She lets him continue at his own pace until his mouth is full of the swollen cock. She places her hand up under the submissive and feels of his balls.

She smiles as she looks up at him and nods her head. 

She places herself behind her submissive. She puts both hands aside his head. She then nods to the standing male. As she does, her grip gets tighter on him.

The standing submissive begins to moan and pushes a little harder into his mouth. As he does this, he explodes hot cum into his mouth. 

He tries to jerk away but, she won't let him. Shhhhh, she says as she holds onto his head. Swallow it love. Drink it all down. This is part of sucking a cock. You must take the end results as well. 

She sees his throat muscles swallow as she continues to hold his head still. The standing submissive moans again as his last spurts of hot, juicy cum, fill the mouth in front of him.

He takes his now limp cock out of his mouth. She looks up at him and tells him to go clean up. As he leaves for the bathroom, she rounds to the front of him on the floor. She is kneeling in front of him as she slowly takes the blindfold off.

She looks at him, then she places a long slow kiss on his still cum stained lips. He tongue slides in his mouth and he kisses her back.

She stops and looks at him. Seeing his eyes for the first time since this all started. She tells him: Now, you have one fantasy fulfilled. Are there any others you wish to talk to me about, love?

He shakes his head no as she moves around to his back and begins to undo his restraints. The male submissive comes from the bathroom already dressed.

She stands for a moment and talks to him. She tells him thank you for his time and if she ever needs him again, she will call him. He thanks her as she walks him to the door. The door closes and she moves back to him.

She helps him stand on his weak legs. She walks him to the bed that has already been turned down. She lets him lay down and relax. She climbs in the bed beside him and lays with her head on his chest.

I am so proud of you love, you pleased me immensely tonight.

He gently takes her head and places it on the pillow as he rises up. He leans over her with both hands on either side of her.

He leans into her as if he is going to kiss her. He stops just short and looks at her as he says: Tonight, I will give you. Just remember, I know YOUR secrets too my LOVE.

Then he places a long, deep, wet kiss on her lips as he makes love to her.



Secret Desire



I wonder when you'll feel the heat of my gaze upon you. The way my eyes were stripping you bare as you sat there unaware, ignorant of my blatant perusal. I noticed you immediately, your presence drawing my attention, the way you command the very space you occupy. Confidence is a most attractive feature on a man and one only needs to look but once to know that you possess the trait. So I watched you as you sat there, smiling at those around you, speaking when necessary, every move of your body controlled and precise.

Fascinating, I thought to myself, it was as though I could view everything slowly unfolding in front of me. The turn of your wrist as you pulled your cigarette up to your lips to drag on it, the shape of your mouth, the hard lines, unforgiving yet strangely compelling, enticing my perverse mind. I wonder what would it feel like to run my fingers over your lips? The chords of your neck straining every so often as you turn to survey your surroundings, the pulse that beats steadily, beckoning, daring a person to notice the vitality of the life's blood that pumps within it. I find myself craving the chance to place my lips against that pulse, to feel it pump beneath my tongue as I lick your skin slowly, savouring the taste of you. I cannot seem to tear my eyes away, my gaze resting on the strength of your jaw and the determination I can glimpse in your chin, my fingertips twitching in nervous response to the signal that my brain is sending to them. I have never wanted to touch a person as much as I want to touch you right now. The need to discover every angle, sharp and cut, drawing me in like a sculptor with a piece of clay longing to create something amazing.

I look away for a moment to catch my breath and to steady my senses, being thrown off balance by my reaction to you. What is it, this feeling inside of me and the strange need that is drowning out everything else around me. I look back at you again, raising my eyes to yours, trying desperately to perfect the calm serenity on my face so that my emotions and thoughts are not displayed for public viewing. 

Slowly I raise my glass and swallow back on whatever drink I've ordered, my brain ceasing to register the most simple things, but feeling the burn as the liquid slides down my throat. A burn that matches the heat that is touching my cheeks and making them flush. I have never been able to hide my desires, my body is a traitor in that regard. I can feel the warmth travelling to my lips, sure as the sun rises above, that they have deepened in colour to match the crimson tide staining my cheeks. Yet I still cannot help but want to continue along the path I have set out on. 

Do you know that you have beautiful eyes? I would like to lean in closely and whisper that against your ear, just to see them open ever so slightly in response to the thought I am placing in your mind. What would they look like as you loose control and surrender to your pleasure? My eyes close on their own accord as my mouth runs dry at the thought of your body tight and excited, moving with single minded determination towards the ultimate prize. As I embrace reality again, I notice that you are watching me and I cannot look away fast enough to cover my tracks, so instead I decide to ride my wave of embarrassment out with some measure of dignity in place. My God, I can feel the muscles of my stomach clenching and the beat of my heart racing like a thoroughbred given free reign. I need some time to compose myself, so I lower my gaze and take a deep steady breath, raising my eyes back to you only when I think I can control my body's response. It takes a lot longer than I anticipate to regain my sense of self. You have shaken me that much. Your eyes are still trained on my face and I feel cornered. How did I move from being the predator to the prey? I notice your head tilt a bit to the side and an eyebrow raise in curiousity I assume to me watching you. You reach for your glass and raise it slightly in acknowledgement and I bite back a smile. It is that movement that draws my attention to your hands. My lips part in surprise as I watch them and think to myself how beautiful they are, so large, with lean flexible fingers that I can just imagine making its way across my body, stroking me slowly as I melt below your touch. The burning is back, settling firmly in the pit of my stomach. Oh to be that glass that your fingers are curled around. 

I am sure that my eyes have darkened as the desire continues to make its way through my system. If you could only hear my thoughts right now, would they surprise you? I want to look my fill now and I don't care anymore that you notice my interest, so I capture your eyes and make sure you see as I allow them to roam over your body, a satisfied smile settling on my lips. The tables have turned again and I stifle my need to crouch before I leap into an attack.

I continue my mental assault on you, making my way down your neck to look at your collar bone peeking up out of your shirt. Such a tease, that collar bone, rising and falling with each breath you take. In my mind I have already started to undo your shirt, one button at a time, nimbly making short work of stripping you down so that I can see what lies below. I imagine pushing your shirt open, and a small groan escapes from my throat with that thought. I can picture your chest and nipples standing proud waiting for my touch, anticipating it. Sinking my teeth in the soft flesh of my lips, I fantasize about leaning into you and brushing my mouth across each one, letting my wet tongue touch you gently, swiping back and forth slowly, provoking the muscles of your stomach to clench in want. I think of resting my hand against your ribs and dragging my nails slowly over your skin, the hair on your body rising to the sensation. I won't stop now you see, because I am the one in control again. I look up at your face and see a tell tale sign of warmth spreading over your cheeks. Well, well, it looks like someone has figured out the direction of my thoughts and perhaps, just perhaps, it is affecting you as much as it affects me. How perfect is that? This time I incline my head, look down your body and then back up to your face and smile slowly at you. I can see you swallowing quickly in response to my frank appraisal of your body. I feel so feline right now, I could purr my satisfaction out loud and rub myself against you. Instead I settle for a little smirk, my smile curling up a bit to the left and my eyebrows arching in acknowledgement of what is happening between us. Are you ready to move forward in this journey? I grin in pleasure as I think to myself, whether you are ready or not, I plan on continuing along my way, sampling what I want, taking it if need be. 

In my mind I am pressing my lips against your stomach and kissing you softly, teasing the area, barely allowing my mouth to brush across the surface. I know you can feel the heat of my breath against your skin and I use my eyes to pin you in place. Do not move, do not touch me, do not break contact, I command you silently with a look before diving back into my fantasy. Let us continue shall we?

I look back at your face and capture your eyes with mine, licking my lips slowly and travelling back down your body until my gaze settles on your jeans. Slowly I allow myself the pleasure of thinking about what lies below that piece of clothing. My mind reaches out and takes hold of your belt buckle, ripping it off neatly and efficiently and tossing it to the ground. Slipping a finger across the button at the top and flicking it open, ah, what do we do now? Well look at this, a zipper, a zipper begging me to slide it down and relieve the build up of some pressure. Being the accommodating individual that I am, I comply, dragging it down slowly as my fingers run havoc over the bulge that I can feel beneath. Should I slide my hand inside to touch you? What would you do if I wrapped my small soft fingers around your cock? Would you grow even larger in my hands? The thought of it makes me squirm in my seat and you smile knowingly at my discomfort. Cheeky wretch I think to myself, you shall not get back control that easily. 

My seduction of your mind moves forward quickly now as I mentally slide your pants down to your ankles. I take a firm grip of your boxers and tug them down as well, my teeth clenching together in desire as your cock springs forward proud and free of its confinements. Sliding my hand around it carefully, I move gently up and down your shaft, learning the shape and feel of you. I am enjoying the feel of hard steel within my grasp, smooth, hot, hard steel. I close my eyes again and sink to my knees before you now, eager to taste you and feel you against my tongue. In my mind, I am looking up at you as you look down at me, the minute before my lips ease around the tip of your cock. My mouth is watering to taste you, surely you know that by now don't you?

I knew that you would appeal to me, the feel and taste of you pleasing me in a way that no words could explain. I am going to make you mine, there is no turning back now, not after I have had you like this. Pushing you back firmly until you collapse against your seat, your thighs falling open so that I can have better access to you. Sinking my fingers into your thighs, I pull myself up and quickly bend over to run my tongue along the length of your inner thighs and smile with pleasure as your muscles clench in reaction to my caress. I move around teasing you, brushing my lips close enough to your cock so that you can feel my breath against it, without actually touching it. Why is it that I didn't notice the seductive twist of your hip bones, surely I needed to pay homage to that as well? I slide my fingers up and trace the outline of them, softly, seducing my way along your body. I want you, oh how I want you. My inner lips quiver and ache to feel your cock buried inside of me, dragging back and forth across my already sensitized clit. I could feel the moisture pool between my thighs and couldn't wait any longer for what I needed, what I wanted, what I desired. 

With a final glance into your eyes, I let you see my head roll back slowly and my back arch slightly as I set about mind fucking you into oblivion. Picture it if you can now, me, standing before you, with nothing but a smile on my face and a sparkle in my eye, slipping over your hips and sinking down over your cock, guiding it inside of me, tightening around you and looking at you intently as I take you. I am leaning forward enough so that I can arch my back and take you even deeper inside of me, moving up and down, testing my limits, bouncing gently and squeezing in time. Fuck. I don't ever want to stop feeling like this, so full, so complete. I slide my hands up around your neck and hold on for dear life as I take what I want from you. I am unable to control the fierce need pulsing through me now, acting purely on desire I ride you and fuck you until every other thought ceases to exist for me. I can feel my release starting to build powerfully and I know that there is just one more thing that I must do before I come apart. 

Look at me, look at me right now. Oh God, its starting. I start to shake violently and suck air in frantically trying to control it, not yet, not fucking yet. One more thing I must do. Stretching up as much as I can without breaking stride, I press my lips against yours and demand entrance to your mouth, wanting to be part of you in all ways. I slide my tongue against yours and know at that point, I can let go now. I can let go finally.

Do you need anything else? I am hearing this question and wondering where the hell its coming from. Miss, do you need anything else? Blinking my surprise, I look up and watch the waiter clearing away my plate. I'm still here, seated, full clothed, drenched in my own cum and there you sit across the room, grinning wildly at me. I grin back and slip you a cheeky thumbs up sign. Just goes to prove, the mind is a very powerful tool indeed and dangerous in the hands of someone who knows how to use it to their benefit.

Tossing my money in payment for the meal, I smile secretly and think of how much more I was willing to pay for the pleasure of your company again.



Secret Desires



I don't usually go to these kinds of parties, but this year the thought of getting dressed up as my secret fantasy character sounded fun. I hate not having a boyfriend to go with, but ah well, at least Mary will be here, I sigh. I needed some excitement in my life just about now. I really want wild abandonment. I want to do more than just dress the part. I want to live it even for just one night. Then I can go back to my mundane boring life. 

Knock, knock, knock, my knuckles rapped on the hollow wooden door. An eerie, mournful tune filtered through the open windows. A slight breeze made the sheer curtains flutter. A cool misty fog billowed out as the door slowly creaked open. A shiver of excitement raced through me. Was this going to be a blast or what, I smiled to myself. 

"Yessssss," A low masculine voice rumbled. 

Standing at 5'4", I looked up, way up, at the man, or should I say giant before me. Opening my small purse, I nervously dug around and finally pulled out a tattered invitation. "Here," I thrust it toward his outstretched hand. His black fingernails look creepy against his pale skin. I quickly dropped it and pulled my hand back as if he had germs. 

He inspected the invitation, and motioned me inside. As I passed him, I heard him mumble something. Startled I looked back over my shoulder, not sure, if I heard him right. Shaking my head, I entered the house. 

I walked through a dark entryway, cob webs clung to the ceiling and antique furniture. Fog danced and swirled at my ankles, parting as I moved further inside. A multitude of candles created a soft glow of intimacy, almost cozy in the haunting decor. Screeches and screams broke through the buzz of conversations. It was not a large party, only about 30 or 40 people. I don't know how I'm ever going to find my girl friend. I don't think I would know my own brother if I saw him. I looked around and the costumes were great. Across the room, next to the fireplace was Count Dracula, appropriate, I chuckled. Next to him was Bill Clinton...now who in their right mind would want to be him. I laughed quietly. A dominatrix dressed in black leather had her back to me. I wish I could have been that bold. She turned and waved. I looked around and no one seemed to pay any attention. I looked back at her. Her waving became more frantic. Me, I pointed to my chest. Yes, she nodded. I looked at her more closely, could it be...then she winked. Oh my goodness...Mary, I whispered, my hand flew to cover my mouth confining the giddy laughter tumbling out. A grin spread across my face. Her newly colored, long curly black hair jiggled as she nodded. What a difference! She gave me the A-OK sign...and mouthed, great costume. I looked down at the skintight fawn colored pants, thigh high leather boots and the oversized poet's shirt worn braless and the top three buttons undone to allow a glimpse of my ample cleavage. The outfit complimented my voluptuous body. A red sash about my waist and the glicining of the steel sword made me feel as powerful as the Pirate Queen I fantasized about being. 

We came together hugging, giggling like two schoolchildren. 

"Is this great or what?" Mary said. 

"The best, I soooo needed this." I sighed. "O.K. Spill, I had no clue you wanted to dominate men?" 

"Hahaha," she laughed. "What about you, miss pirate queen! You want to dominate just as much. We just fantasize about it in different ways." 

"You got me. I do, after putting up with their chauvinistic attitudes all day at work. I would love to have one night, just one night to be the one in control." 

"Be careful what you wish for," Mary stated. 

"Like I could ever get the nerve," I laughed softly. Thinking of the possibilities, a slow mischievous smile spread across my face. "Hey that's the second time I heard that tonight." I said puzzled. Mary laughed. 

We walked over to the food table, famished. There before us was an elaborate display of some of the most scrumptious delights. I reached toward the shrimp and something bumped me from behind. I lost my balance and pitched forward. Seeing the table loom closer I tried to break my fall by placing my hands upon the table. Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me upright. Startled at the abrupt change in direction I fell into his chest. His exotic and spicy cologne filled my senses. Oh man, I nearly fainted at the delicious aroma. 

I stammered, "Umm. Excuse me..." 

"No, excuse necessary," he whispered in my ear. "It was ALL my fault." 

Shivers tingled through my body. I looked up to see a wicked grin and devilish eyes gaze at me. I realized that I wanted to be pressed tight against him. I moved to separate us. He gave me a slight squeeze and let go. 

"I can see that everything is just fine here," Mary said. "I'll just be over here...table...food...hungry." Shaking her head she turned, picked up a plate and began to fill it." She mumbled under her breath, "O.K. I can see where I'm not wanted." 

"What did you say?" I said distracted and looked at her. 

"Oh, nothing, " Mary smiled. 

I winked at her. "Just a minute Mary," I said as I turned to look at the man that saved me. "He's gone," I said sadly and looked at Mary again. "I don't even know his name. What was he wearing? I never got a chance to see!" 

Mary's infectious laughter filled the room. Now all eyes were on us. Blushing, I hushed her. Only making her laugh harder. "Mare" I pleaded quietly, "Shhhhhh, everyone is looking at us." 

"You are too funny. What is it you do remember about Mister tall dark and handsome?" 

"He was?" I grinned 

"Umm...very" 

"Oh my goodness...How will I ever find him?" 

"Well, I guess I could tell you." she teased. With that statement, she turned and walked away. I could hear her softly laugh at having the upper hand. 

"Mare," I pleaded. "Tell me." I followed her. 

"Come on lets check this place out. It's my turn to find a man." 

"You're not gonna tell me are you?" 

"Nope, Not yet, but I will." 

I sighed deeply, "Ahhhh, that's not fair." 

We walked through the house. The fog creeps around our legs. The cobwebs and haunting music really created a ghostly atmosphere. There were several small groups of costumed guests chatting. The low hum of conversation was jovial and spirited. It seemed that everyone was having a good time. We continued down a hallway to another room where there was music for dancing. The dance floor was crowded. Thirsty, we looked around, hoping to find a refreshment table. There in the corner was a large punch bowl. We stepped up to the table and poured ourselves a glass of grotesque green liquid. To parched to care about the color, I downed the cup all at once. I was amazed at the fruity flavor. I could tell that someone had spiked it. It was too good and went down to fast, if I'm not careful I will be drunk in no time. My final thought, just another shot of courage, I poured myself another cup full savoring the sweet taste. 

Mary and I moved away from the table to check out the dancers. There were some great costumes here. It was fun to see what everyone's secret fantasy was. There were several rock stars, a few dead presidents and some actors, the usual. The music was intoxicating. My body began to sway to the beat. Mary had already grabbed a partner and was dancing with Mr. Biker Man. He was gorgeous, long blonde hair and a mustache. I took another sip of punch and something bumped my arm, sending the contents out of the cup and away from me, thank god. I look down hoping nothing spilled on my shirt. Relieved, I turned to look at who bumped me. 

I know that wicked grin. I smiled. "Could you watch where you are going?" I flirted. 

"Oh, I am." He teased. "Would you like to dance?" 

"Sure," I smiled. He reached for my cup and took it, setting it on a nearby table. Then he escorted me to the dance floor. Just as we started to dance, the song ended. A slow, sensual one began. He moved closer and encircled my waist pulling me close. One arm reached up to his shoulder and the other rested on his chest. His hand covered mine. We circled slowly around, gently swaying to the music. I could smell his cologne and it was doing crazy things to my brain. I looked up into his light brown eyes, an unusual whisky color. His hair tied back with a leather string and neatly trimmed beard were dark, almost black. The contrast was striking. I pulled away to get a better look at his costume and laughed aloud. 

"It looks like we have the same fantasy!" 

"Indeed," he replied with a wink. He gathered me close again and we continued dancing. 

When the song ended, he squeezed me tight against him, my unbound breasts pressed into his chest. My nipples instantly hardened. I could feel his desire pulsing against me. "You are so sexy," he whispered into my ear. 

I blushed, and dropped my head to his chest. Crazy! I thought to myself. Crazy good! 

His fingers touched my chin, lifting my head so that I could gaze into his eyes. He winked at me again and gently lowered his head. His lush lips softly brushed mine. Not really, a kiss, it was so much more than that. A spark of desire shot through me. "Would you like some more punch?" He asked. 

"Ummm, sure." Anything to break the sexual tension building between us I thought. 

"Here you are!" Mary said breathless and flushed from dancing. Her Biker Boy was beside her. 

"This is Ken, Ken this is my friend Shar. I see you found him! "She said to me," and you are?" She turned to my mystery guy. 

"Joe, it's nice to meet you." He shook hands all around. 

"It's nice to meet you to. Well, I hate to leave you kiddies alone but we have some dancing to do. See you later Shar" 

"Have fun," I called after her. 

She waved her hand behind her head. "I plan to." She replied as she danced away. 

"Your punch, m'lady." Joe said. 

"Thank you" I took a long drink nearly draining the cup. "Is it hot in here?" 

"Would you like to go out to the patio?" 

"I'd love to." 

The patio was open, yet it had the feel of privacy with all of the plants and shrubs. A canopy of gauze was overhead giving it a closed in feel. A light from somewhere unseen gave it an eerie glow. Fog swirled and billowed at our feet as we walked to the corner. 

I lifted my face upward and reveled in the sensual feel of the soft breeze as it cooled my heated skin. My nipples were hard peaks. "Ahh" I sighed. What a pleasure. A quite chuckle broke my trance. I blushed. 

"Hummmm, I wonder what it would be like to see you in the throws of pleasure if that is your reaction to a simple breeze?" He winked at me. 

My head was swimming, the punch making me brave I turned to him and touched his chest. I flattened my palm over his heart and looked into his eyes. My hand began to caress higher as it climbed toward his neck. I slid my fingers along the nape and gently I scraped my fingernails to cup the back of his head. "Maybe you will," I whispered as I drew his head closer. My eyes locked on his mouth, my tongue slid over my lips, to wet them in anticipation of touching his warm, soft, full lips. "Aahhh" I gently moaned. My lips slightly parted as I caressed his lips with mine. "Maybe you will." I whispered again. I could feel him respond to my kiss. He pulled me closer, snug against his body. I continued my sensual assault on his mouth. I nibbled and sucked, licked and kissed him with my soft wet tongue. I savored the sweet taste of his mouth. I moaned softly when I felt his hand on my breast. I shuddered, when he lightly bit my lip and tweaked my nipple in unison. Quivering, I pressed closer, wanting to crawl inside his body. So intense were the sensations I devoured his mouth. Gone was the gentle kissing. I ravaged his mouth. I wanted to drive him as wild as he drove me. Slowly he pulled away from me, my eyes rolled back into focus. He stared intently into my eyes. A wicked grin spread across his face as he communicated his desire wordlessly. There is a saying that a picture paints a thousand words, well, this was one such picture. Consumed by desire I forgot all about my secret fantasy of being in control, because he could have done anything he wanted and I would not have cared. There was no party, no music...nothing, except him. 

"Let's go back inside," he said. 

"OK," I sighed. My mind and body tingled with the frustration of desire left unsatisfied

"Don't worry," he whispered in my ear as if he could read my thoughts. His hand caressed my breast. "All good things come to those who wait. I just want you so hot," he pinched my nipple, "so bothered," then the other, "that when I slide into your wet pussy you will scream in absolute pleasure." He rolled my hard nub between his thumb and index finger. "You will feel my hard cock stroke you so slowly that you will scream with pleasure. And then I will slide inside again," he moved to my other nipple, "even slower and you will moan because of the sweet sensations. You will never think of another man again." 

"OH!" I sighed, as a deep red flush heated my skin. I moaned as he sensually caressed my breasts. I wanted his hand on my bare skin. I pressed into his hand encouraging him. His whispered promises heightened my desire to a fever pitch. I nearly collapsed. 

"Time to go inside," he teased. "I think you need a breather, I know I do." 

All I could do is try to pull myself together as we joined the other partygoers. Oh My Goodness, my heart is in so much trouble here! 

Joe led me through the maze of people. It seemed as thought everyone was now crowded on the dance floor. There was little room to walk freely. Bodies bumped into me as we continued through the room. I pressed closer to Joe. He looked down at me and winked. I smiled warmly at him, relaxing a little. A small space opened up and Joe twirled me into his arms. We began a slow, sensual dance. Our eyes locked. Our bodies molded together. His hand griped mine and brought them close to his heart, trapped between us. He loosened his grip, placed my hand over his heart. 

"Feel that?" He whispered. 

I sighed and dropped my head on his chest. I loved the rapid thump underneath my hand. 

"You do that to me," he quietly said as he placed his hand over my heart. "I see it's mutual," he grinned mischievously. I looked up to see the wicked gleam in his eyes. He pinched my nipple, circled and teased its hard tip. 

"Joe," I nervously whispered, "There are people here." 

"Shhhhh, no one can tell," he softly said as his mouth claimed mine, cutting off my weak protest. His tongue dueled with mine. Sucking, biting, and gently devouring my mouth. 

My head swam with desire, my eyes rolled back, lost in the tingling sensations he created. His lips locked with mine silencing my small sighs. I pressed closer, as if that were possible. His hand caressed my ribs, my stomach and lower. My breathing became more ragged. His finger found the indentation of my belly button. His assault on my mouth muffled my passionate moans. My breath caught as his hand cupped my hot mound. The thin material of my pants was just a slight barrier to his exploring fingers. He rubbed my slit slowly back and forth. The friction of the material against my bare pussy heightened my pleasure. His finger pressed deeper, pushing into to my hot core as far as the material would allow. I could feel his hardness as it pulsed against me, so hot, so hard. I ground my hips. I wanted to feel his finger deep inside me. He chuckled. "Easy now, we don't want anyone to suspect that my finger is pressing into that hot moist pussy of yours. You don't want them to know that you are ready to cum right here in the middle of the dance floor." 

Dizzy, I thought two could play at this game. This was supposed to be my night of control. Only I seemed to be the submissive one. So far, all I had done was initiate one kiss. I brought my thumb and forefinger to my mouth and wet the tips. I slipped my hand into his silky shirt, found his nipple, and lightly circled it with my wet digit. I brought his hand to my mouth. I looked deep into his eyes as I sensuously sucked his finger, in and out, mimicking the thrusts of lovemaking. I opened my mouth wider and pushed his finger deep inside. My soft lips closed over it. I could hear his sigh of pleasure. My tongue twirled around and around, a promise of things to come. His pupils dilated slightly as his eyes drifted shut in ecstasy His nipple hardened instantly. I could feel him shudder as I pinched and rolled it between my thumb and index finger. Ahhh, the power! I smoothed my hand across his chest. My fingers raked through his satiny chest hair. Casually I caressed my way downward, as if I had not a care in the world. I played with his skin, a pinch here, a caress there. My fingernails lightly scratched along the way. I leaned into his body on tippy toes, and burrowed my head into the crevasse of his neck. I inhaled his intoxicating scent. It filled my head. I grew bolder. My hand found his cock as it strained to break free of his pants. I grasped it and stroked him up and down. He moaned as his hips gyrated. I pulled the zipper down, just enough to insert a few fingers. Surprised I found soft, smooth skin. No underwear! I rimmed the tip of his penis. My finger gently circled the small slit there. I could feel the sticky wetness of his pre-cum. His body trembled. I looked into his eyes again. I pulled my hand from between us. 

"Ummmm, delicious," I said breathlessly as I sucked my finger. I took his hand in mine and massaged his palm. Slowly I pulled it toward my mouth again. My tongue darted out and touched the tip of his finger. Then I licked from the base of his wrist to the end of his finger again. Our eyes never broke contact. I swirled my wet tongue around each finger. I suckled them one at a time deep into my mouth, in and out, in and out. I nibbled and licked as I continued to stroke each finger repeatedly. His breath came out in short pants. His eyes glazed over. I could feel the sexual electricity pass between us. 

"You," he hissed, "need to stop what you are doing. Or I am not going to be responsible for what happens. Of course, maybe the others will enjoy it. It's not everyday you go to a party and get a live sex show." He chuckled and squeezed me tight against him. "Let's find some place private and I'll let you ravish me!" He breathlessly rasped in my ear. 

"Is that a promise?" I replied, near orgasm, as my body crackled with desire. He had no way of knowing how sensitive my ears were. It is like going from zero to 60 in a nano second. 

"Oh yes, it is most defiantly a promise, after all I am a man of my word," he flirted.

I turned away and walked toward the patio. I looked back over my shoulder and winked. He just stood there, with a stunned look on his handsome face. "Coming?" I purred. "No pun intended". I winked. 

Once outside, I stopped. The candles flickered in the soft, cool evening breeze. I searched for a secluded spot. "There!" I whispered as I moved to the back of the patio. The lush greenery hid a small opening. I felt Joe's body brush against my back. I relaxed against him. "What do you think?"

Silently he grabbed my hand and pulled me roughly through the bushes. There before us was a beautiful private pool. The landscape was designed to look like an oasis. It was a hidden paradise. Just beyond the pool, we could make out a small building. "Perfect!" He said as he quickened his pace toward the cabana. "At last!" He whispers. I giggle. He grasps the door handle and gently turns the knob. "Ahhhh", he sighs as he opens it. "I was worried there for a minute," he chuckles. "I thought I was going to have to find somewhere else." 

Before he has the chance to turn and face me, I surprise him by putting my sash around his head, covering his eyes. "Trust me," I whisper.




Secret Desires



"This is crazy, as I hardly know you, but I do trust you."

Smiling, I gently lead him inside. I look around and spot a beautiful wrought iron bed. "Perfect!" I say. I look around for something to secure him. I don't see anything. "Stay," I demand. I let go of him and walk to the bed. Frustrated, I scan the space. I see a closet. I look inside and rummage through some towels. "This will do," I giggle. I walk back to him. I stand on tippy toes and lean close. I drag my tongue slowly up his neck. I nuzzle and nibble his ear. . I reach up and unbutton his shirt slowly. I caress his chest with each button I release. My fingers play sensually with his silky chest hair. I remove his shirt.

"This won't hurt a bit." I quietly say. I take him to the edge of the bed and turn him around. Face to face now, I lightly push him back. He lands on the bed with a thump.

"OH!" He says as he bounces, then settles on the soft mattress. 

"Give me your hands." I command. He lifts them above his chest. I take the string bikini top and tie his wrists together. I gently push them up, back, and secure them to the headboard. I remove my saber. "Don't want to hurt you," I whisper.

"Ummm, now I have you just where I want you." I purr as I remove his shoes and begin to strip myself.

"Do you now?" He states, "What makes you so sure I won't escape and turn the tables on you? He flirts.

"Because, from the way I see it," I glance at the large bulge in his pants, "I think you like me being in control." I reach between his legs and cup him. I gently squeeze. "Very nice!" I rub in small circles. First with a light pressure, then a little harder. "Very impressive." He grows even harder; a hiss escapes between his clenched lips. His hips gyrate into my hand. I climb on the bed and straddle him. I sigh deeply. Moaning, I grind my puss against his groin. He moans. I lean forward, aroused, I barely touch the tips of my hard nipples to his chest and graze back and forth. His breath catches at the electrifying contact. I moan aloud. A shiver passes through him. I lick his hard nub. Gently I nibble and suckle his nipple. His loud sighs and moans drive me wild. He thrashes about, frustrated at the inability join in. I slide down his legs until I reach his feet. I press my face into his groin. I nuzzle his hard cock with my cheeks. I cover him with my hot mouth. My hands replace my mouth and unbutton his tight pants. I slowly lower the zipper, careful not to injure him. His hard cock springs free, right into my hot, wet mouth. I suck him deep inside. I remove his pants and toss them on the floor. My tongue swirls and twirls around his cock. I slowly move up and down, in and out. Gently I nibble around the head, my talented tongue darts in and out of the small slit. I lick the underside of the rim....swirling and sucking. I kiss the tip gently, and then gradually begin to suck; ever so slowly, I suck him inside, just a fraction, then out, then in a fraction more, all the while maintaining my suction. In a little further, slowly, gently, my tongue massages his satin hardness as I suck him deeper with each new stroke. His crown bumps the back of my throat and I open it to allow his cock to slide deeper. My tongue wraps around his shaft and I suckle his entire length. In and out, I slide him. My hand cups his balls; I love their satin texture as I gently play. In and out. My fingers lightly pinch, pull, tickle as I explore. Soon my mouth replaces my hands and I lick his balls. I lick every inch. My hand finds his swollen cock and wraps around his hardness. I squeeze gently as I suck his balls inside my hot mouth. 

"Arrgh!" He moans. "Oh," He moans again. "GOD, that feels incredible," he moans a little louder.

I love to hear how much a man likes my technique. It makes me so hot, so wild. I continue my sensual assault. His body writhes beneath me. I can feel him straining to get free. 

"Let me go," he pants. "I want to touch you," he wines sweetly. "I want to feel your wet, hot puss around me. I want to see your eyes as I sink my cock into you." He gyrated his hips for emphasis. "Please," he begs.

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I giggle softly loving the power of being in control. "You want to feel my wetness?" I tease, as I kneel up and move towards his head and blindfolded eyes. The scent of arousal is heavy in the air. My eyes close at the erotic smell. I inhale deeply. I rise up and straddle his head. "Stick out your tongue baby," I whisper breathlessly and hold on to the cold bars. I lower my puss to his waiting mouth and tongue. "Ahh," I moan sweetly. "Lick me baby." I command softly. His tongue touches my opening. "Yes," I quietly hiss. He licks and sucks my lips. "Ummmm, that feels so good baby," I moan. His slides inside my moist puss. He sucks, licks, and swirls it around. My breath catches as I feel him slide in deeper. "Arghh," I cry. My body ignites. The first waves of orgasm flow through me. I grip the bars tighter, keeping myself from melting. I can feel my fluids seep out of me and 

onto him. I slide my body back down his until our groins meet. Steadier now, I reach up and take the blindfold off. "Ready baby?" I ask. I reach between our bodies and guide his hard cock into my puss. I stop at the opening, gently teasing my lips. I brush his crown back and forth. "Umm, feels so nice, doesn't it?"

"Delicious," he moans. "Put it in baby," he commands. "I want to feel you inside," he pants.

"Yummy, delicious is just the right word," I whisper looking into his passion filled eyes. I let go of his cock and press my hips down. His hard shaft slides inside. I stop and swirl my pelvis in small gentle circles. Then I press down some more and deeper he goes. I lift up and hesitate.

"Like this baby," I tease with a sweet sexy smile. Then plunge down in one long slow movement. He cock fills me completely. I close my eyes at the feel of his cock as it fills me. I moan in ecstasy.

"YES!" he hisses. He moans loudly.

Suddenly I feel hands on my breasts. My eyes flash open. "How...." I begin.

His wicked grin smiles at me. " Gottcha now!" He chuckles, as he kneads my breasts. He pinches and tweaks my hard nubs. "Ummm, you have great melons baby," he whispers. He grinds his hips upward, driving into me. "You feel so good inside." His wicked grin flashes again. "But I think it's time for me..." He states. "To be in control..." He says as he quickly flips us over, so that he is the one on top now. "I think you deserve the same special treatment you gave me," he winks. Moreover, before I could register his intentions both my hands are caught in his. "You've had your fun," he kisses my lips. "Now it's my turn". He kisses me again, a sensual melding of mouths and tongues. By the time he finishes kissing me, I am tied to the headboard as he once was. "Now," he smiles at me,

"Turn about is fair play," he winks again. He continues to thrust deep inside me.

I smile back with a huge grin. "Is that a promise baby?" I wink and giggle softly.

"Be careful what you wish for." He says as he thrusts again.

Laughing aloud, I say, "Damn, I've heard that a lot tonight. Bring it on baby. I can take what ever you give me." I smile sweetly. "Oh!" I say at a particularly deep thrust. "Yes." I hiss through clenched teeth.

"Hahahaha," he laughs. He gets up and rummages around for something.

"Awe, now that's no way to treat a lady," I tease.

I can't see what he grabs. He keeps it hidden until he gets close to me. He glides one of his hands along my leg and caresses me. He spreads my legs wide apart. There's that wicked grin again. He ties my ankle to the corner of the footboard, and then he goes around and ties the other. Now I am totally open and exposed. He looks down at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

His hands glide all over my silky skin. He gently massages me. Caressing and squeezing my body. He kneads my large breasts. One hand continues to squeeze and the other circles my nipple. He lightly pinches my hard nub, rolling and pulling it. He moves to the other side and repeats his motions. He cups my tits. He presses into me, my flesh squeezing through his separated fingers. He flattens his palms so that only my nipples touch him. He swirls around and around my hard peaks. I moan softly. He pushes my breasts together again and lowers his head. His tongue darts out and licks my nipples, one after the other. He gently bits and rolls one between his teeth. His fingers dig into the sides of my tits. He sucks my nub into his hot mouth and suckles me. First one then the other. I wiggle and buck beneath him. He climbs onto the bed and straddles me. He rubs his hard cock in my pubis. His lifts slightly and brings his cock from between us. Our eyes lock. He grins and strokes his shaft. I look down and see droplets of cum at the tip. I lick my lips in anticipation. "You want this baby?" He teases. He strokes up and down. "See how hard it is? He squeezes it. "How swollen?" I buck my hips. "Hahaha" he laughs. I buck harder. "Do you want it?" He says mischievously.

"Yes," I hiss, as I wiggle and squirm.

He swirls his fingers around his crown gathering the sticky pre-cum. He rubs them between my breasts. He brings his fingers to his mouth and spits. He adds this to my cleavage. He pushes my melons together and presses his hard cock inside. Slick with cum and spit he glides in and out. Still pressing my tits together, he pinches my nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. He pumps faster, harder. In and out. In and out. On one of his thrusts, my tongue collides with his cock. I eagerly lick. In and out. In and out. I crane my neck as he thrusts in again, I close my mouth over him. I suck him inside my hot, wet mouth. He slides all the way out and plunges in again through the valley of my tits into my waiting mouth. In and out. In and out. He rises up and continues to pump his hard cock in to my mouth. My lips wrap around his turgid flesh. I suckle and nibble his hard shaft. I lick and swirl. My tongue undulates up and down, massaging his veined flesh. In and out. In and out. In he plunges. Out he strokes. In he thrusts, my nose, buried in his satin sack. I open my throat on the next thrust. He sinks in deep. I close my throat and swallow, it squeeze his hard cock. I undulate my tongue as he pulls out. I slowly massage his cock. Once out, I swirl my tongue and suck the rim. My tongue darts in and out of his slit. I press my lips on the slit and slowly open my mouth as I apply gentle suction. I open a little further, sucking him into and out of my mouth. I maintain my gentle suction going deeper with each stroke down. Slowly, ever so slowly I suck in and suck out his entire length. My tongue caresses and massages with each stroke. 

"Ahh," he pants breathlessly. "I cumming." He thrusts hard, deep and releases a shot. I swallow. He thrusts again, another spurt. I swallow again. He thrusts faster and faster and fills my mouth with his sweet cum. One more final hard thrust and his cum overflows out of my mouth. I swallow again. 

"Yummy, so sweet." I lick around my lips, gathering spilled cum. "Umm, so good," I say, savoring the taste.

He unties me and collapses on the bed, spooning me. His arm warps around me and cups my breast. "You're incredible," he whispers as he kisses my ear.

"It's you baby," I sigh sleepily. He kneads my tit. "Umm, feels so good." I whisper softly.

He snuggles closer. "You feel so right, here in my arms,' he mumbles quietly.

"Umm." I nuzzle my ass against his groin as we drift off to sleep.

What an incredible dream I think to myself as a hard cock presses against my ass. I snuggle closer. My nipple swells and hardens as someone caresses my tit. I moan aloud as the dream washes over me, filling my body with tingles. The hand snakes down my stomach and rakes through my pubic hair. I part my legs to allow deeper access. I pump my hips as a finger traces my slit. I moan louder. A finger makes small circle on my clit, a light pinch, a tug. I open my legs further and feel a nice stiff cock press forward, seeking entrance to my wet opening. I push back as he thrusts forward. He stiff hard cock impales me. My breath catches in my throat and my eyes open suddenly, this is no dream. 

I moan loudly. I match his rhythm. He plunges deeper with each new thrust. I moan wildly. Harder and harder he pumps. He shifts position slightly and rolls me onto my back. He is on his side and he lifts my top leg to allow for deeper penetration. He reaches up and tweaks my nipple. He kneads my hot flesh. In and out, he plunges repeatedly. His hard cock slides freely in and out. In and out. He grinds and circles around, thrust, grind, thrust, swirl, deep thrust, out slightly, then deeper, over and over he fucks me. Faster and faster he pumps. Harder and harder. He changes to the top position. My eyes roll back savoring the exquisite sensations.

"Look at me." he commands.

I open my eyes and lock onto his intense gaze. My breath ragged, harsh.

I want to see the fire in them," he pants breathlessly. He thrusts hard and deep.

My breath catches again as he bumps my cervix. "Oh yeah!" I hiss, "just like that baby.'

Our eyes stay locked. Faster and faster, we climb toward oblivion.

Harder and harder, he fucks me. "I want to feel you come around me," he pants. In and out. In and out, he thrusts. 

"Argh!" We cry in unison, as we shatter into a million tiny particles.

He continues to thrust, as he empties his seed deep inside. Finally, he collapses on top of me, spent. Our breath slowly returns to normal. His soft cock slide out of my well loved puss.

"Ahh," I sigh sadly at the loss.

He quietly chuckles, "Sorry Baby, you have drained me" He rises up on his elbow and looks into my eyes, "That was Fucking Fantastic!"

"It's you baby, you bring out the best in me," I say sweetly.

"The party must be over by now," he smiles. 

"Ya think!" I giggle. "Maybe we should get dressed and sneak out," I say laughing.

I watch him as he gets up and dresses. "You're and incredible lover," I say.

He looks at me as he buttons his shirt. He winks. "It's you sweetie," he replies.

I blush at his comment. "It's us, baby, we have great energy together."

"Out of bed lazy bones," he teases. 

I get up and scan the floor for the rest of my clothes. I pick up my pants and begin to put them on. 

"Wait!" He says. "Let me." He moves in front of me and takes my pants. I grab his shoulder and step into them as he holds them open. First one leg, then the other. He slides my pants up. He caresses my body as he pulls them on and smoothes them into place, making sure to run his over my mound. I moan. He pulls my shirt together. The back of his hands brush my sensitive nipples as he slowly buttons up my shirt. He replaces my sash and saber. "There!" he smiles, "Good as new." 

I flash a bright smile in return. "Better than new." I wink. I reach up and gently kiss his lips before putting on my boots.

"Let's go," he says. He captures my hand in his and leads us back to the house. 

We move quietly through the house in the wee hours of the morning. We weave through the couples asleep on the floor. A symphony of soft and loud snores serenades us. We reach the front door and exit the party. 

"There's my car," I sigh, not wanting to part company. 

He turns me into his arms and hugs me close. "It's been an awesome night," he says.

"Yes it has," I say shyly. "Here let me give you my phone number," I rummage around inside my purse. I fumble the pen, nearly dropping it. 

"Um, Shar?" He says. "I, um," he hesitates. "I don't need it."

I look up sadly. "You don't?" I say nervously, not understanding. We had such a fantastic connection. Tears well up in my eyes.

Seeing my distress, he kisses my lips sweetly. "No I don't," he states looking into my eyes. "I already have it." He grins wickedly.

Confused I say, "You do? How? We just met tonight?

He laughs softly. "Well, not exactly." He replies. "Actually, we've met. Mary introduced us."

"I would have remembered you." I state, still confused.

"Let me explain. We met in passing a few months ago, there's not reason you would have remembered. It was just a quick hello. However, I remember everything. You flashed that bright smile and you rushed off. I didn't even have time to respond. Nevertheless, I was enchanted. It was like an arrow pierced my heart." He kisses me again, slow and sensual. "Not being able to get you out of my head, I called and asked Mary for your number, but I was afraid to call," he says shyly. "I don't like rejection and you're so sweet, so pretty...anyway. Mary called me a few days ago and mentioned that you would be here, she got me an invitation."

My mouth hung open in disbelief. I felt stunned. 'You mean...," I say in awe.

"Yes, sweetie. I planned to meet you, to seduce you. You have filled my head for so long. I have been hard for days just thinking of tonight. I pushed every thought of your rejecting me out of my head. Mary reassured me that we would be perfect together. I just clung to that one thought. Well, that and your sexy body," He winked and smiled devilishly. He cups my breasts and squeezes. "You make me so hard." He places my hand over his hard on. "I just want to sink deep in side you and never come out."

I purr into his ear, "Then maybe we should find someplace a little more private." I cup his hardness. "I want to taste your sweet essence again." I whisper. "I want to feel you sink that incredible cock deep into my wet pussy." I nibble his earlobe. He moans softly. "I'll want to forget where I am and we don't want to put a show on for the neighbors." I giggle sweetly.

"Be careful what you wish for," he winks as he kisses me deeply, passionately a promise of things to come.



Secret Desires



Author's note: I make no claim to being a good writer. I just felt compelled to share this little episode. I tried to keep the story from being too long-winded by editing some of the emotional aspects down while keeping the sexual energy of the experience intact. I hope you enjoy it. ;-)

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Jen's tight little ass was fully on display. My friend Tom reached for the thermometer as I gently rubbed a little oil around the rim of her asshole. I had Jen's beautiful body across my lap with her cute little butt pointing up in the air. Jen looked slightly over her shoulder as Tom gently placed the tip of the plastic thermometer at the entrance to her asshole. The rim of Jen's ass contracted a little in anticipation. Tom playfully started to tease the rim of her ass with the thermometer, pushing slightly in then out. A laugh escaped Jen's lips as she let our fingers along with the thermometer explore her little secrets. Both Tom and I had our eyeballs focused in on the erotic display before us. Jen's scalped tight buns showcased a perfect little asshole with the beautiful folds of her pussy lips completing the picture. I gently rimmed Jen's ass with the tip of my finger as Tom put some more oil on the thermometer. Jen's asshole quivered a little as the cool tip of the thermometer made contact again. I used both of my hands to pull Jen's ass cheeks apart giving Tom better access. Jen squealed in delight. Both of our dicks were still engorged and wet from dipping into Jen's pussy. Our thermometer routine was a tantalizing way to slow down the pace of our lustful activities while keeping the sexual tension high. I slowly pushed the thermometer about two inches into Jen's ass. Leaving the thermometer in her asshole, both of us started to gently caress and explore other parts of Jen's beautiful body. Jen let out a pleasurable sigh as our hands moved over her smooth skin. This was truly a delightful way to spend an afternoon. 

My work frequently takes me to various parts of the country. In the spring of 2004, I was on a flight from Chicago to San Francisco just having wrapped up some work in Illinois. Sitting next to me on that flight was a very attractive woman named Jen. Jen was about 30 years old, tall and slender with nice curly brown hair that hung around her shoulders. We chatted during the entire flight. I loved the sparkle in her eyes.

Upon landing in San Francisco I asked her if I could have her phone number. Jen politely declined but handed me her email address instead. A couple days later I sent her a short little email about how much I enjoyed our conversation. Jen wrote back a friendly note and we started exchanging emails about once a month. Since Jen lived in San Diego while I resided in Portland, it was unlikely that anything would ever happen. 

It was more than a year later that I was presented with an opportunity to work for a couple months in San Diego. As it was damn rainy in the Pacific Northwest during the month of November, sunny California sounded like a great escape. I sent Jen an email that I would be traveling into her area and asked if she would be interested in meeting for dinner.

Jen and I really hit it off on our first dinner together. The chemistry was working. Jen was extremely bright and curious about everything. This led to many fascination conversations as we continued socializing. It was truly enjoyable spending time with Jen. From candlelight dinners, hikes, museum tours and watching a few sunsets we were having a terrific time. 

Finally Jen invited me over to her place for some wine and cheese. I had a feeling that things would be taking off romantically rather soon. We had talked the night before about how fun it would be to do some skinny-dipping. So I did have high hopes for the evening.

Jen greeted me at the door wearing a perky, sexy sundress. After a nice hug and kiss she handed me a glass of white wine. We flirted a bit on the couch as we talked about an art show we were scheduled to see that weekend. It must have been about 20 minutes into the conversation when I asked Jen if she had any munchies to go along with the wine. That question provoked a naughty smile on Jen's face as she got up from the couch. 

With a teasing look in her eye, she suggested we have our wine and cheese in the bubble bath. At first I though she was joking. But I quickly realized she was serious, as she started stripped off the dress in front of me revealing her sexy bra and panties. With a bounce in her step I followed her to a lovely setting – a bubble bath by candlelight with a tray full of delectable cheeses along with an additional bottle of wine. In the bathroom Jen striped totally naked and slipped into the hot bath water. Pulling off my cloths I joined her in this soapy paradise. 

Relaxing in the bathtub, we told stories, shared the cheese and wine and playfully touched, caressed and explored each other's nakedness under the soapy bubbles. It was incredible romantic and erotic. It was almost an hour later before we finally started kissing and moving into the realm of more lustful activities. 

So how did I end up being so lucky sharing wine in cheese in a bubbly paradise? I suppose it had to do mostly with our open and honest communication. From day one we felt uninhibited talking about our thoughts, hopes and dreams. I know that might sound a bit corny, but it allowed both of us to open a few doors that normally would have remained shut. 

Having reached the seasoned age of 37, I have learned that playing games is a waste of time. It does help that a few women give me a flirtatious glance as they assess the preppy looking, tall, well-built guy standing in the room. But these little moments are normally lost in the hustle of everyday life. Intriguing possibilities that dissipate as quickly as they appeared. But sometimes a magical opportunity comes together, which pushes open the door to some adventure and romance. 

Well the door was wide open as I was surrounded in warm bubbly water fooling around with a fun-loving naked woman. Jen's small nipples were now standing at attention as my hard dick pop through the bubbles. Soothed by the wine, my hands glided over her slippery body as we continued kissing. With the power of what felt like an electric shock, Jen wrapped her fingers around my cock. Damn that felt so good! With a naughty gleam in her eye, Jen turned around in the bathtub so that her nice round ass was facing towards me. Ah, what a perfect view.

Moving up behind her, I positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy lips. With the bulbous head of my cock I started to simulate the sensitive areas of her clit and outer pussy lips. Jen moaned in delight as my cock bounced around her tight pussy. The inner folds of her pussy lips started to enlarge, opening the way for my entrance. Moving my dick slowly up and down her pussy lips, I would every once in a while push the head of my cock in just a little bit, teasingly raising the anticipation level. I could see the shiny gleam of Jen's pussy juices starting to build. Very slowly I started to press my cock into her awaiting hole. Intense feelings of sexual energy shot through my cock, as my hard shaft squeezed into her tight little cunt. Damn it was a beautiful sight as my dick penetrated all the way in! No words were spoken as we started our trance-like motions of sexual passion. The candlelight flickered over our bodies creating a very erotic scene. Jen started moaning loudly as my cock continued to push in and out of her pussy. Rocking back and forth with slow, long, powerful thrusts our bodies fell into a rhythm of intoxicating pleasure. 

The soapy bubbles glistened off of Jen's sexy little ass. Jen's pussy muscles squeezed my cock every time I penetrated into her. I slightly change the angle of penetration to vary the pressure on different parts of Jen's vagina. The warm water splashed around our bodies as my dick pounded into her pussy. Suddenly Jen arched her back in pleasure as my cock hit her G-spot. I started thrusting harder. Shockwaves of excitement started to shudder throughout Jen's body. Jen was groaning in pleasure. My cock was in heaven. Jen's body started to tremble as her vagina walls began some intense contractions. Jen's high-pitched squeal signaled the peak of her exploding orgasm that shook every part of her body. 

Jen's flushed face had a wicked grin as my dick continued to penetrate into her with wild abandon. Jen's hot sexy body was a powerful aphrodisiac. My cock was almost bursting from watching the erotic spectacle of soapy water splashing over Jen's tight little butt with each penetration. I struggled to last a little longer before I emptied my balls. The intense sensation of my cock impaled her pussy pushed Jen over the edge again. Jen's fingers tighten their grip around the sides of the bathtub as she hit another orgasm. My balls were yearning for release. Looking down at her sexy butt, I saw her little asshole wink at me with delight. Fuck that was awesome! I could not last any longer as my dick finally exploded, releasing a full load of white hot cum into her little cunt. 

Well, that was the start of our intensely passionate relationship. Our lovemaking was not just focused on sex. Great sex starts with good conversation. We learned a lot about each other over nice dinners in cozy little restaurants, laughing at funny movies, flirting over cocktails, taking long hikes surrounded by nature, discussing everything about life, dreams, art and sex. This closeness elevated our intimacy, which frequently led to some mind-blowing sex. Our lovemaking was not just confined to the bedroom. We made love on some deserted sand dunes by the sea, in a forest full of 200-year old trees and on a rooftop balcony that provide wonderful views of the city skyline at night. I once even bent Jen over the front of my car and finger-fucked her pussy in a parking lot BEFORE sitting down to a nice Italian dinner. Life was full of spicy delights.

I did notice that Jen had a bit of a secret exhibitionist streak within her. Not that she actually acted upon it, but it was there nevertheless. I once teasingly pop the question about how would she feel if I were to "show her off" to a couple of my friends. She laughed at this suggestion as she playfully lifted her shirt revealing her small tits and pop back the response that there wasn't much to show. I gave her a flirtatious grin.

One day I decided to test Jen's boundaries. We had rented a small vacation cottage along the Central California coast for the weekend. It was a perfect romantic love nest. Off in the distance you could hear the waves crashing on the rocks. The place was fully furnished with a large kitchen, living room, bathroom with an oversize bath, everything. Unfortunately our hot water heater was on the fritz! Not having hot water this weekend was NOT an option. So after complaining to the rental company this geeky 20-year old kid was sent to repair the damn thing.

Well the kid had laid out his tools on the balcony trying his best to fix the thing. Since it was nice and sunny outside Jen decided to take a walk on the beach. I still had to stick around until the kid finished his work. As Jen was about to leave she asked if I could apply a little suntan lotion on the back of her neck and shoulders. I noticed the kid sheepishly taking a quick eyeful of Jen as she approached the balcony railing. She did look sexy in her short white skirt and spandex sports top. 

Squirting some lotion in my hands I started to work the cream around her neck, shoulders and upper back. I took my time to allow the lotion to sink into her skin. Taking a bit of a risk I moved my lotion soaked hands away from her back, along her sides, then around to her front giving a little squeeze on her boobs. Jen's mouth dropped open as she gave out a startled laugh. The kid monetarily forgot what he was doing upon seeing my hands under Jen's spandex top playfully caressing her tits. What to do next...

Raising the stakes I told Jen that I would apply some lotion on the back of her legs. Jen hesitated for a moment. She gave me a somewhat questioned look, but her eyes revealed her excitement. Jen's lips exhaled a small breath as she turned her body so that she faced the balcony railing. I must admit a lump formed in my throat as I contemplated my next move.

As Jen leaned against the railing her beautiful legs were perfectly displayed. I started applying the suntan lotion on the back of her calves rubbing my hand in small circles until the lotion disappeared into her skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, I started to move my hands up her firm legs. My moment of truth was quickly approaching. Jen's sexy little white skirt barely covered her cute butt. There was not much fabric between the outside world and Jen's secret treasures. The kid's eyeballs were transfixed on the scene. My hands glided teasingly up past her thighs onto her ass cheeks. Jen let out a little gasp as she realized that my hands had lifted up her skirt. 

Jen's sexy butt was fully on display revealing her little thong panties that went up the crack of her ass. There was a moment of silence as the kid and I took in the view. Without skipping a beat I squirted some more lotion onto Jen's butt and slowly moved my hands in small circles. Jen's tiny thong panties barely hid her little asshole and pussy as my hands pushed apart her ass cheeks. I could feel Jen's heart was pounding. I continued working in the lotion while watching the rim of her asshole slowly peak around her panties. How far would Jen let her private holes be exposed to a total stranger? 

Hooking a finger around the fabric of her panties I pulled them aside to fully expose her cute little pussy and asshole. Jen gasped again as her legs and butt shuddered nervously in excitement. Time seemed to momentarily stop. The golden rays of the sun had direct access to her little pussy and asshole. The kid's face looked as if he was seeing the lights of heaven, as his eyes were totally locked onto Jen's exposed nakedness. Did I dare insert a finger into either her pussy or asshole? With one of my fingertips I teasingly touched the outlines of her pussy and the rim of her asshole. Jen's heart was really pounding now. I was really tempted to insert a finger into one of her holes. 

With a slightly awkward casualness my hands pulled away allowing her panties to snap back into her crack and her skirt to fall into place. Jen's face was a little flushed as she regained her composure. Jen had just experience her first exhibitionist moment. Leaving us on the balcony Jen had a naughty little grin on her face. I asked the kid how the water heater was coming along. He looked like a deer in headlights as he fumbled with a screwdriver. Well the kid did finally finished fixing the water heater and left the house still somewhat dazed. When Jen came back in from her walk on the beach she was totally fired up for some wild sex. It seemed that giving Jen some "exposure" really worked up her sexual appetite. 

That experience got me to think of other events that might offer some more fun-filled adventures. The following week I sent Jen a photo of my friend Tom who is a handsomely rugged guy. I have known Tom for over 15 years. Tom had taken a massage course a couple years back and had once offered to teach me some of the stroke techniques of deep tissue massage. I playfully imagined a few compromising situations which could develop by using Jen's beautiful body to practice on. 

Jen sent back a naughty email teasingly suggesting that she could squeeze us into her schedule for a steamy massage. Ah, she was into it.

Tom agreed to give me a little lesson on massage work, but he had no idea what MIGHT happen. Better to let things happen naturally, if at all. 

The following Sunday, Jen was sunning herself in a bikini on the deck when Tom arrived. After a bit of small talk, I helped Tom setup his massage table out in the living room. Jen entered the room sipping an ice tea. I suggested to Tom that we should leave the room so that Jen could have a bit of privacy to undress. With that comment Tom and I headed for the kitchen for some cold drinks.

After a few minutes I poked my head into the living room. Jen was serenely laid out on the table listening to music with her headphones. Jen had placed a couple towels over her hips and breasts. I motioned to Tom that she was ready.

Tom and I started the massage on Jen's scalp, neck and shoulders. Tom was really working deep into Jen's muscles as his fingers worked their magic. Jen soon closed her eyes as her body relaxed. After about 20 minutes we started on Jen's feet and lower legs. It was at this point that one of the towels on Jen's hips shifted slightly revealing just a small glimpse of her naked pussy. Since Jen was listening to her music, she was unable to hear my comment to Tom about her pussy being on display. Tom had a big smile on his face as he glanced a peek. Jen was still oblivious to what was going on. I started working the massage up her left leg which had the effect of slightly pulling her legs apart...giving Tom some more tantalizing glimpses of Jen's pussy. I gave Tom a little wink and smile as I started working my hands up her leg. Tom began to slowly realize that Jen's pussy might not be off limits for a little touch and feel.

My hands were now working the muscles of Jen's inner thigh. I eased a couple towels aside to reveal more of Jen's beautiful pussy. Continuing the massage I allowed the edge of my hand to brush up against her pussy lips. Jen did not react at all as she continued to listen to the music coming from her headphones. I continued to work my fingers into her thigh muscles while keeping a slight pressure of movement on her pussy. I knew Jen was playing along with an innocent act routine of being oblivious. It wasn't long before little drops of moisture started to appear along her pussy lips. She couldn't hide everything now that her pussy was on display. I was not sure what Tom was thinking but by the grin on his face I knew he was enjoying the view.

Lifting one side of the headphones off her head I "woke" up Jen. Acting with charming innocence Jen slowly opened her eyes. I told her to flip over so that we could work on her backside. As Jen flip over onto her stomach, I positioned just one towel over her butt and gave her a knowing wink. Jen's little smirk on her face told me that she understood perfectly well what I was up to. 

Again we spent a good 20 minutes massaging her back, neck and scalp. After that Tom and I started the massage work on her feet and lower legs. Working a little faster, I pour some more oil into my hands and proceeded up Jen's legs. It wasn't long before my hands were at the boundary where her ass cheeks began. The little towel covering her butt provided no resistance as my hand casually brushed it away. I felt a momentary tenseness in Jen's body as she realized that her butt was totally exposed. Jen pulled aside her music headphones as she looked back at me. Without missing a beat I asked Jen if she would be OK if her butt was uncovered. Jen gave me a little nervous laugh of approval as she replaced her headphones back on and closed her eyes. Jen's cute little butt looked damn sexy. Tom and I relished the sight of her tight ass cheeks that sloped down into her little asshole and pussy. 

I started working the muscles in Jen's left ass cheek as I motion for Tom to work on her other cheek. Soon are hands were really giving Jen's ass the royal treatment. Tom's eyes almost pop out as I positioned Jen's legs slightly apart to give us better access. Without missing a beat, I pulled apart Jen's ass cheeks allowed us a great view of her asshole and pussy. Taking the lead, I started to gently rub the outer lips of Jen's pussy. Soon Tom's hands joined in the fun. It was an awesome sight as four hands and twenty fingers started to play, poke and caress all parts of Jen's ass and pussy. Jen started to moan softly as our hands continued to play with her pussy lips and clit. Taking a bottle of oil I generously pour it all over her butt. Tom lost any inhibitions as he sunk two fingers into Jen's pussy, working his massage skills in her tight little hole.




Secret Desires



The woman longed for discretion. The black trench coat that was snugly belted about her tiny waist, the severe bun in which her hair was scraped back, the almost none existent make up. All spoke of her desire to remain unnoticed. On the busy Seattle street, it wasn't hard to obtain. A naval ship had docked not to far from her destination, drawing most everyone's attention to the couples being reunited. A lone woman in black, her head down, was of not interest. 

She paused outside an older hotel. It had the appeal of old Hollywood glamour. A quick glance at the address told her she was at the right place. The gilded door handle was cold in her hot palm as she tugged the beveled glass door open. The sound of her heels clicking across the pale yellow marble floor drew the attention of the woman working behind the front desk. Without saying a word, she slid a small card across the mahogany counter. The woman looked at, then at the woman in front of her. Pressing her lips together, she drops an old fashioned key into the open and waiting palm. 

Not bothering with the elevator, she slowly glided up the stairs, careful to not make eye contact with the few people who passed her by. It wouldn't do for her to be recognized, her reasons for being her questioned. The hospital didn't own her personal life. She was free to do as she pleased. And this is what she pleased. 

The room was the last on right. The key turned easy enough. Not that she had doubted its ability to do so. There was no light as she stepped inside. Just a faint glow from the street lights outside. It made little difference, for the moment she closed the door behind her a silken blindfold covered her eyes. Her lush red lips curve into a smile as a fire starts to build low in her belly, an ache already starting between her thighs. 

Let the game begin, she thought as strong masculine hands settled on her shoulders. She shivered as they slid down her arms, across her stomach. The knot in her belt came undone, gapping the long coat open. In the flickering of light her body glowed. With the exception of thigh high fish nets she wore nothing underneath. The man slid the coat from her body. Her lower lip catches between her teeth as his hands memorize her body. Fingertips softly traced every curve of her face, trailed down her throat.

Her head fell back against his chest as he cupped her breast. The ache grew stronger, more intense. She could feel the evidence of her desire pooling in the apex of her thighs. He pinched a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, rolling it into a hard pebble. A soft moan escapes from her parted lips as his fingers find her clit. Using much the same method as he had with her nipple, he toys with the small nub of desire before sliding a finger between her wet folds. She longed to beg him for release, for him to slide one, two, fingers into her aching flesh. 

She gasps as his hands leave her body altogether. Before she can protest his hands slide along her arms once more, grasping her wrists. There is a snap and the feel of cold metal around her wrists. The handcuffs should have inspired fear. All they did was make the wetness between her legs grow. 

His strong hands gave her a gentle shove, guiding her across the nearly empty room. Cool wood bumped against her bare legs. She stumbles forward, her hands bracing themselves as best as possible on the tables surface. 

She could feel him behind her, as naked as she was. Her body quivered, tense with the need to feel his thick cock shoved inside her. The tip of it rubbed against her slick entrance, dipping inside only to pull back out just as quickly. He was slowly torturing her. It would do no good to beg. He would only tease her more. 

When his hands settle on her hips, she sucked in her breath. His cock entered her one smooth thrust. He continued thrusting until he was buried in her up to the hilt. He slowly withdrawals only to shove into her again, harder this time. She cries out, a mixture of pleasure and pain. His fingers dig into her flesh as he continues to penetrate her over and over again, a faceless man in the dark. 

She was flat against the table now, the fire blazing hotter and hotter. Her cries of ecstasy echo in the room. Sensing her need for more, he rams into her harder still. Her breathing comes in labored pants as her body explodes. The groan from the man behind her confirms that he had peaked as well. 

She lay there for a moment, growing chilly as he moves away from her. He doesn't stay away long. She smiles contently as he eases her body away from the table. A moment later her hands are free. She reaches up, tugging the blindfold free. It slid to the floor as she turned, facing her husband 

"That was..." The woman laughed, not sure how to describe the experience. It went beyond the fantasy she had imagined. Her body still hummed, prime for more. 

"Yeah, it was..." The man grinned. "So, next time my fantasy?" 

"Yeah," She pressed a kiss against his mouth, "next time you get to pick the fantasy."



Secret Desires



It had been nearly two years since my wife had unexpectedly passed away. It had been a very rough two years, not only on myself, but on my stepdaughter Melinda. Ironically, Kathy and I had met several years ago at one of those support groups for recent widows and widowers. Kathy's husband, Melinda's father had been killed the very same night that Melinda was born, rushing her to the hospital. It was a miracle that Kathy had survived, let alone the baby, with the additional news she would never again ever be able to bare children. 

My first wife had also died just a short time prior to that, a long drawn out illness with cancer that had left me emotionally drained, confused and somewhat vulnerable. We met, became friends and soon after become what was then called as "Coffee buddies" meeting twice a week after our meetings were over. In time, we became more than that. And for Melinda, I was the only one she ever knew or called daddy. To her, I was, even though she had been told long ago that I wasn't really her father. For all intense and purposes, as far as she was concerned anyway, I really was.

Melinda was a feisty little go-getter, just like her mother had been. Popular in school, almost to a fault, she'd been a cheerleader, active in gymnastics and had even considered briefly trying out for the Olympics at one point, she was really that good. Time and circumstance dictated otherwise however, though she had gotten a scholarship that allowed her to attend school out of state where she'd always dreamed of going.

Melinda was built for gymnastics. Not skinny, not by any means, just lithe, a bit of a more voluptuous build perhaps than a lot of gymnasts were expected to have, especially with much larger breasts than most I'd seen. Though lately as we'd both noticed, many of the girls we'd seen on TV seemed to be gravitating in that direction. Though her almost black hair was long, she always wore it in a ponytail most of the time. It was a rare thing to ever see her wearing it any other way. Melinda also had her mother's eyes, dark brown almost smoldering when you looked at them. Hell...she virtually had her mother's face, so often reminding me of her every time I had seen her, which lately hadn't been all that often while she'd been away at school. Every time I did see her when she came home for one of her quick brief visits, it seemed she had changed. Slowly over time, coming to look more and more like her mother, though I think I partially projected that in her myself as I still missed my wife. But the fact I didn't see Melinda as much anymore either contributed to that.

Melinda had in fact been after me to start dating again, though the truth of the matter was, I simply wasn't ready for that. It hadn't even been two years yet, and I'd made a mental promise to myself that I wouldn't even consider such a thing until it had at least been that long. I'd already been through this twice now, I had no desire to have to go through it again.

Up until recently, I'd managed to hold on though it hadn't been easy, but then came the layoffs. Almost overnight the word came down they'd be closing the facility I worked in, soon to be unemployed.

Fortunately, I hadn't been frivolous with the insurance money we'd received after Kathy's death. Most of that had gone into savings, which I'd hoped I could grow towards retirement, and a portion of which I'd intended to save for Melinda to have as small stipend after she'd graduated from College. I'd also managed to invest a bit in a 401K, though the thought of having to draw from any of that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. With unemployment, and a slow draw from savings, as long as I tightened my belt up a little, I knew I could get by for as long as a year if I had to. The only problem with that was, I couldn't afford to support Melinda's going to school out of state the way I had been. Even with a scholarship, I'd been helping her with her expenses, which had included taking care of the rent on the apartment she shared with another girl, someone who'd in a very short period of time had become her dearest and best of friends.

I hadn't as yet told Melinda about the worrisome finances, though she of course knew about my recent unemployment. She'd called to let me know she was coming down for the weekend to visit, and in fact had asked if it was all right if Charlene came with her. I'd met Charlene only once before when I'd gone there for a visit to check out their new place, but I hadn't seen her since then, so it had been almost a year since I had.

I'd decided to wait and break the news to her in person. And it wasn't something I was looking forward to either. The plain and simple truth was, I could no longer afford to pay her rent and expenses, that and keep from depleting her savings and mine in the process.

Melinda and Charlene had made pretty good time, making short order of the five-hour drive, arriving late the following Friday afternoon. Though delighted to see my stepdaughter again, I wasn't too keen on her neither appearance, nor Charlene's for that matter when they stepped out of the VW Bug they were driving. Although she had every right to be a woman, and a young good-looking woman at that, I had noticed a slow gradual change in my stepdaughter's demeanor over time and couldn't help but wonder if Charlene hadn't had some influence over that.

I had welcomed her "excited to see me kiss" along with the hug... but I'd given her one of my patented "Don't care for what your wearing looks" even as I did that. Both she as well as Charlene stepped out of the car, each of them wearing what appeared to be a cut off football jersey from the University they were attending. Though I understood the purpose behind exposing their midriffs perhaps, to go along with their almost too short shorts, I wasn't too happy in realizing that one tiny little movement in the wrong direction would reveal the bottom half of her braless breasts. Which was another unexpected revelation, as I don't think I recalled ever seeing Melinda going braless like this before either. But like I said, so was Charlene. 

And talk about a quandary of mixed emotions because of that. On the one hand, Melinda was my daughter, at least that's the way I thought of her even if she wasn't, so I quite naturally averted my eyes as I reached over to help them with their luggage as Melinda attempted to dig out their usual over packing, over loaded vehicle. The firm roundness of her breasts suddenly revealed as I stood there. Not so with Charlene however. In a weird way perhaps, my morals had somehow distinguished between the two, and though I would of course never act on any aroused thoughts, looking at Charlene was somehow permissible. 

Charlene likewise wore her hair in a ponytail too, though she was blonde. She was a bit taller than my daughter as well, nearly as tall as I was at just under six feet. She also had a slightly larger chest, which made it even more difficult for me not to notice as she opened the hood of the car and began passing back to me a few additional somewhat smaller suitcases. Charlene's bare breasts hung down in front of my eyes like ice-sickles hanging off the porch during the winter.

"You brought a hell of a lot of stuff with you for only three days!" I told her when I eyeballed what appeared to be several boxes crammed into the back seat of the VW.

Melinda smiled at me, "That's because I'm moving back daddy," she said simply. "My plan is to re-enroll here locally in a couple of months, though living at home again while I do," she added. I know by the shocked look on my face that I had more than one or two questions to ask her about that, but she headed me off. "Help us finish unloading, then we'll sit down over a beer and discuss it," she informed me.

Another surprise. "Since when did you start drinking beer?" I asked myself. Though under the circumstances, it seemed like a rather silly thing to get all worked up over. She was after all old enough to drink, beer at least anyway along with a bit of wine on occasion.

Once we had in fact hauled up everything into her old room which remained exactly the way she had left it, we headed back downstairs to the kitchen, opening those beers they'd requested and began to chat. 

"So you ready to tell me what it is that's going on here?" I asked.

"Reality," she answered simply. "I'm not so naive to think that you're going to be able to continue on in supporting me away at school, at least for the time being anyway," she answered. "And even working a part-time job isn't the answer either. I've been studying hard, maintaining my near perfect grade level, but I also know, the moment I start having to work a part-time job in order to try and make ends meet, my grades will no doubt slip a little, I'll be too damn tired to study. So...the obvious solution is to move back home for a while, at least until things change again. At least living here, you don't have to worry about the rent, and obviously my expenses will diminish greatly as well."

I was shocked, but proud and relieved to hear her telling me this. She'd basically beaten me to the punch as it were. But...as I damn well should have known, I still wasn't aware that there was another shoe that was going to fall here, so I didn't really see it coming when it did.

"Just one thing, one small little favor I'd like to ask daddy," she said smiling at me the way her mother once used to do whenever she wanted something in particular. I guess I should have seen it coming, but didn't until it was too late, especially after I answered her beforehand.

"Just name it baby, whatever you want."

Melinda turned grinning broadly towards her girlfriend. "See? I told you he would understand!" Melinda beamed.

"Understand what?" I thought without saying it, now smiling stupidly in return as I sat there waiting for the rest of it.

"Obviously with me moving back, that put Charlene in a difficult spot as well as she could no longer afford to live there either. And she didn't want to have to worry about looking for another roommate, especially as we're best friends, and she doesn't want to have to live with anyone else besides me. When I told her I really did have to move back home, at least until things change again, I assured her that you'd be ok with her moving back with me, living here at home with us!"

Once again I tried to sit there and smile like everything was perfectly ok, and must have managed it at least to some degree, though I was pretty much in a state of shock even then. 

"My room is plenty big for the two of us," she now added. "And we certainly don't mind sharing the same bed, we do that now anyway," she informed me, once again reminding me of the close quarters they had been sharing together back in their apartment. "All we really need is another dresser, for her stuff. So, what do you say daddy? Is it ok if Charlene moves in with us for a while, at least until we all can get back on our feet again?"

"Sure baby...why not?"

I mean...what else could I say?

**

Almost immediately I was to discover that the three of us now living in this moderately sized home together would create a few unanticipated problems. When Kathy and I had first purchased the place, it came with an unfinished basement. Something I had planned to eventually complete. At the moment however, it remained unfinished. All that was downstairs was the laundry room and plumbing for a second bathroom, which I'd not gotten around to yet either. Needless to say, that meant the three of us would be sharing the one and only bathroom.

Although the place had three bedrooms, the one at the end of the upstairs hall I'd turned into a study, though it was more like a storage and junk room as I'd really let the place go. Enthusiastically however, the girls agreed to help me fix the place up again, and give them a quiet decent place to study in. Sharing the one bedroom together, which connected to the bathroom we both shared, me on the other side of that would prove interesting, not to mention take some getting used to as I was soon to discover.

With a long day ahead of us as we all settled in, the girls had decided to retire early, just as I decided to do as well. Having lived alone for so long now, I'd gotten into some personal habits that I would soon need to make some adjustments for. The first of which was walking out of the bathroom into my room to undress, leaving the connecting door open, which I did.

I had sat down on the end of my bed, taking off my shoes and then my pants along with my underwear. As I very often did, sleeping in the nude, I then lay back on the bed just relaxing there for a moment, thinking about the day's events. With my feet still dangling over the end of the bed lost in thought, I didn't at first hear the door to my daughters room open, nor did I hear or realize what was going on before it was too late. Charlene had of course entered the bathroom. Bad enough that I was half sitting, laying there on the end of my bed naked. Thank god that I didn't have an erection! When I heard the all too familiar sound of someone 'tinkling' I sat up. Not that I was offended by that, not at all. Just surprised by it, especially since I hadn't heard that particular sound for years now. In my somewhat tired confusion, I almost expected to see my wife sitting there instead of Charlene, had it been Melinda, I might have believed it was actually her for a moment. But at least seeing Charlene sitting there brought me back to reality. The problem was, I was now standing, looking at her naked as she sat there on the toilet peeing, looking at me. And smiling.

At first I didn't know what to think, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind all at once. I found it shocking that she hadn't closed the door. But then I wondered if upon seeing me laying there on the bed the way I was, that in her doing so, she might have worried about embarrassing me and decided not to do so. Had I continued to lay there the way I had been without sitting up, I wouldn't have seen her, only heard her. Now here I was standing in front of her, entirely naked watching her pee, though again...she was smiling.

"You need to use the bathroom?" she actually asked. "I'll be done in a minute," she then added grabbing a wad of tissue, which I then watched her use as she slipped it down between her legs wiping herself. I was again dumbfounded with her unworried, unconcerned activity. Especially when she stood up, only then reaching down to pull her very tiny black thong up covering herself. It was perhaps only a second or two that I had seen her, at best. But for the duration of time she had given me, I had actually looked upon her totally bare pussy. I mean not like there was a lot to see at that angle or anything like that, just enough to know it was bare...and that I had seen it as she now turned showing me the near perfect backside of her ass as she walked over to the sink and began washing her hands. "Go ahead if you need to," she now added as she stood there. "And don't be shy...I'm used to it, and no sense flushing it yet either, why waste the water?"

For some reason, that comment seemed to shake me out of my trance, making me realize I was standing there naked when she said that. Almost at once I first drew my hands over, covering myself, which she giggled at. I now watched as she reached down pulling that skimpy football jersey up and over her head as she walked towards the open door on her side. And though all I saw was her bare back, across the room as she entered it, I now saw my own stepdaughter. She too was entirely naked, waiting to come in. They passed one another in the bedroom sharing a smile, and then Melinda looked up seeing me still standing there, though thank god I had my hands over my private parts. Unfortunately, she didn't. But what she did do, which Charlene hadn't done, was walk over pulling my door closed. Though like Charlene, she too smiled at me without a hint of embarrassment.

I knew then, there'd have to be a few rule changes around the house, most of which I myself was going to have to observe and adhere to.

It didn't get any better the following morning either. If anything, it got worse.

**

I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, something I hadn't done for a few years now. Just smelling it was invigorating as I climbed out of bed, and eventually made my way downstairs. Maybe having the girls living with me wouldn't be so bad after all, especially if I was to wake up to already made coffee every morning. What I should have guessed at and realized, was that Melinda had never been a morning person, and probably would never be either. If she had the opportunity to sleep in, she did so for about as long as possible until she absolutely had to get up. Charlene on the other hand was one of those people that got by on six hours sleep, if that. And like me, had to start off her day with a nice steaming cup of the brew. As I followed my nose into the kitchen, I was soon to discover another issue I felt would eventually have to be addressed. Charlene, though sitting at the table had even more revealing clothing on than she had last night. At least she did the way I saw it. She had on what was obviously a man's sleeveless underwear shirt, which looked painted on. Especially as it highlighted her rather large breasts, both nipples of which could be clearly seen pressing against it as she sat there. Thank god she was at least sitting down at the moment, visions of her wearing that all too brief tiny thong would have been more than I could have handled.

"Morning!" she said bright and cheery, about to stand up in order to pour me a cup. Seeing that, I headed her off however.

"Don't bother, I'll get it!" I said perhaps a bit too loudly, almost wincing upon hearing myself, though Charlene merely resituated herself back into her seat, taking a sip of her coffee. I had to tear my eyes away from her chest as she did that, walking past her towards the kitchen counter. She had laid out two more empty cups, one of which I then turned over, filling it. As I did so, I looked down at myself and nearly panicked.

All I had on was my robe, and nothing else. Once again, my typical morning attire as I most often went outside, grabbed the paper while waiting for the coffee to finish. After which I would usually sit down at the table, or most often during the summer months, head outside to the patio and sit there reading it. If it got warm enough, I very often took off my bathrobe and did so naked. But not today.

Today, as I looked down, I saw my erection, or rather the end of it poking through the opening in my robe. I very often had a morning "pee-hard" as I called it, and had never really given it much thought until now. But this one was of course more than that. It most likely had been at least half of what it was now when I'd first come down the stairs without really thinking about it. The moment I had glanced at Charlene's breasts however, even for the second's time that I had, it had been enough to awaken it to full staff. There was no fucking way I was going to keep it hidden from her dressed the way I was. All I could think of to do was to fill my cup, and then walk back to the table sort of the long way around, and then slide into my chair, almost backing in to it when I did. It might look weird as I did that, but at least I'd hide the obvious from her in doing so. Finally retaking my seat, I did in fact receive a curious look from her as I sat down, but she never said anything.

"Been a long time since I've woken up to the smell of fresh coffee," I told her.

"Bet it's been a long time for a number of things," she quipped looking at me over the rim of her cup as she took another sip. All I could think of to do was smile back at her without saying anything. Which perhaps she took as approval to carry on with our discussion.




Secret Desires



"Melinda tells me you haven't started dating yet," she said suddenly out of the blue. Once again I was surprised that my daughters concern over my personal life, or rather lack thereof, would have been a topic of conversation between the two of them.

"Not ready yet," I responded hoping that simple answer would be enough to end it, and leave it there. But it wasn't.

She did nod her head as though accepting and understanding that, which again was what probably helped to catch me off guard.

"Yeah, I can sort of see why you wouldn't want to get into another long term relationship with anyone just yet, Melinda told me about your first wife too," she adding then continuing, "but what do you do about finding any relief in the meantime?" she boldly asked.

At first, I didn't realize what it was she was actually eluding too. I was as yet a bit confused, my head not fully cleared yet from waking up, not to mention the fact I was still having difficulty not staring at her nearly exposed tits, or clearly revealed ones anyway. I actually thought for a moment she was talking about my diet or something, the way I'd been eating, and that perhaps I was experiencing or having some sort of stomach problems or some such. I guess the expression on my face once again told her to continue on with her bold questioning, especially as I didn't exactly respond or head her off in doing so.

"Do you just masturbate? Or do you at least have a fuck buddy?" she now asked.

"Excuse me?" 

She now laughed, though I was now in an even greater state of shock as my mind tried to register what she'd just said.

"Melinda's worried that, that's probably all you've been doing," she now told me, stunning me even more, that my own daughter, even stepdaughter, might raise such a question with her regarding her father's sex-life. "Obviously, she's not about to ask you directly about it, but I promised her I would if given the opportunity, which obviously...I have," she said once again taking a sip of her coffee before sitting it down in front of her. An action that immediately drew my attention back to her chest as I fought for words to say.

I finally found them, after taking a breath of air first. "Charlene, I'm not sure this is a subject that the two of us should be discussing," I told her sounding like some tired old man, which in a way, I probably was.

She wasn't about to let it go however as I soon found out. "I'm not asking for me...I'm asking for her, she really is worried about you," Charlene stated somewhat seriously. "It's not good, not healthy for anyone to go without sex for any long period of time, and I'm willing to bet, you aren't and haven't been have you?" she pressed.

Having put it in that context, I honestly believed my daughter was showing some real concern for my welfare, as strange as a subject it seemed to be. But at the same time, answering Charlene as opposed to directly answering my daughter seemed like the lesser of two evils.

"No, I haven't," I answered simply, once again hoping that would end it. I should have known better.

"But you at least jerk off yes?"

"Occasionally, though not very often," I actually heard myself saying to her, surprised when I did, though as I did, I felt an almost forgotten reminder of that as my prick throbbed inside my robe, once again making an appearance which I casually reached down in some attempt to conceal by crossing my legs and tugging my robe back together over it when I did.

She was again smiling at me, studying me for a moment. I almost excused myself to stand up and go dress, but it was going to be another moment or two before I could finally do that. That, or risk exposing myself to her the moment I stood.

"So when was the last time you even saw a naked woman?" she asked me, once again shocking, surprising me with her question. Though I answered her almost immediately.

"Last night," I chuckled briefly, trying as I said that to lighten the mood somewhat, and relieve my nervousness. The fact was, it was the truth too, though I actually hadn't really seen her naked, not entirely anyway. But then, I recalled that image of Melinda as she walked across the bathroom just before reaching up to close the door. She I had seen, for the first time since she'd been a little girl when suddenly she'd began maturing, and Kathy had to just about chase her around getting her to put clothes on rather than running around naked as she back then always tended to do.

I didn't mention that part however, though it was now firmly engrained in my memory and probably always would be.

"You didn't see my tits though," Charlene said shocking me back to the present. "At least not when I was looking anyway," she then added with a lusty smile on her face now as opposed to the more friendly one. Before I could even respond to that however, she had reached down, pulling her tight form-fitting shirt up and over her head. Now she sat in front of me, or rather they were as I sat open-mouthed just staring at her...at them. "You like my boobs?"

"Ah...ah yes, of course, but...but, I think, Charlene!" I said finally clearing my head. "I'm not sure it's very wise, or very appropriate for me to be looking at them, even as beautiful as they are," I added a bit more softly, which she chuckled at upon hearing.

"I don't mind...really," she told me, and now stood up. Sure enough, all she was wearing now was that tiny little black thong that hardly covered the folds of her pussy that I now found myself staring at.

"But I do," I actually heard myself saying. "You're young enough to be my own daughter, and you are in fact my daughter's very best friend. What do you think Melinda would say if she were to see you like this?" I asked.

"I don't know...we could ask?" She actually shot back at me. The fact was, she was serious as she said that.

I knew then it was time to retreat, hard on or no hard on. "Listen, I think it's time we get dressed, at least it is for me anyway," I said standing up. I knew damn good and well that she could see my erection too if she looked down, which I noticed she did just as I turned and began to head off back up the stairs. Though she caught me at the doorway.

"Mr. Edwards?"

That seemed a bit too formal under the circumstances, especially after all this. "Just call me Keith," I told her once again smiling back at her, though she now walked towards me, her beautiful bare breasts leading the way. As though frozen in place, I watched as she walked up to me, one hand coming up towards my face as she leaned forward kissing me on the cheek.

"Thanks Keith...for allowing me to stay here," she told me. "And just so you know, anytime you change your mind, all you have to do is ask."

**

Somehow we managed to get through the rest of the day and evening without any further mishaps or run-ins. I was also very cautious about closing my side of the bathroom door after using it that evening in preparation for bed. 

Though the girls had brought most of their personal items with them when they came, they still had a few odds and ends along with one or two pieces of furniture which was theirs, including another chest of drawers which was sorely needed. The fact that I had a truck offered up the only viable solution to that. We'd drive up the next day, pack up what remained of their belongings, spend the night in a motel, and then make the drive back the next morning. After we had in fact moved everything out, and spent some time cleaning up the place so that the girls could get their cleaning deposit back, it was already getting late. I'd halfway entertained the thought of just turning around and driving back, but I knew now I was far too tired to even attempt that. We soon located a rather inexpensive motel. I was prepared to book two separate rooms, but Melinda immediately squashed that, telling me it was one of those "frivolous" expenses we could no longer afford, which was correct. We ended up booking a room with two queen-sized beds, one of which the girls would share together, which seemed like a logical solution, though even then I was somewhat worried about the close proximity we would have with one another. A fact that once again presented itself as I came out of the shower ready for bed as Melinda took her turn behind me. Charlene had showered first and now sat on the edge of the bed towel drying her hair. All she had on was a bath towel which she'd wrapped around herself, but it also happened to be a rather small one, barely large enough for her to even close, especially around her more than ample sized breasts.

Sure enough, as she vigorously toweled her hair, the body towel she had on opened and fell off. Unlike before, this time she was entirely naked, and made no move to cover herself either. All she did was look up at me still shaking her head and say, "What's the point? It's just going to fall off again anyway," she giggled. It was about the third time I'd seen her grab for it to keep it from coming undone before, but Melinda had been present at the time when she had. Now she wasn't.

I smiled at her awkwardly, nervously, and said goodnight, sliding into my own bed, purposely turning my back towards her though that's not the side I usually slept on. I knew that before the night was over, I'd wake up on the other side, but hopefully by then we'd be up and at it soon, and back on the road again.

I dozed off, though I vaguely remember Melinda coming out of the bathroom, Charlene shushing her saying, "I think your dad's asleep," she'd stated and then giggling. Once again I dozed off after that, somewhat waking again, though the room was now pitch black. Always a light sleeper, something I always had been, the slightest sound out of the norm seemed to stir me. And as I previously thought, I now realized I was in fact sleeping on the other side facing towards the girls where they slept, though in the darkness of our room, I could barely even make out the bed they were in. I once again closed my eyes, content to do so until morning when I heard it. Another simple short-lived giggle.

Suddenly I was wide awake...listening. At first I thought it was nothing more than my over active imagination. With all the stimulus I'd suddenly been having, I figured my nerves were on edge, along with everything else, especially as I'd found too much of a need earlier, and had actually jerked off in the shower, something I hadn't done for a very, very long time. I was careful to remove any evidence of my indiscretion as well, though grateful it had been Melinda and not Charlene that had followed me into the shower. I'd have been half suspicious she'd have been looking for signs of me having done so. Even then, I wouldn't have put it past her to alert Melinda to that as well, so ensured that I left no trace of my pleasure behind when it came her turn to use the bathroom.

I'd just about decided I was in fact hearing things, and had again closed my eyes, though I could now feel my heart beating wildly inside my chest as I fought to control my breathing.

"Hmm, that's nice, keep doing that," my daughter suddenly moaned softly, actually whispering it when she did, but like my ability to be a light sleeper, I also had really acute hearing, and could easily make out what was being said, especially with no other sound coming from within the room. But it wasn't just the words she had spoken I had heard either. But another sound, one I seriously hadn't heard for a very, very long time. And as I lay there, listening to the sounds of what could only be described as very wet juicy pussy sounds, I felt my prick stiffening. And though I tried very hard to block the sounds out, I simply found that I couldn't, even knowing they were coming out of my own stepdaughters mouth, let alone my own stepdaughter's pussy. In moments, I lay beneath the covers, my hand on my once again very hard cock, slowly, quietly, jerking it up and down.

Oddly enough, it really didn't dawn on me as to what they were doing. For some reason I emotionally and mentally blocked out the obvious. It wasn't until the following day when we were finally out on the road again that it hit me. And then like a ton of bricks when it did! 

"Fuck! They were masturbating one another!" It was like a revelation, though why I hadn't considered that, or realized the enormity of it the previous night I didn't know. I had heard them climax, though quietly, doing so myself moments later, twice in one night in fact, something I hadn't managed to accomplish in several years, not even with Kathy! I had wrapped part of the sheet around my prick, using that to capture my spending in, reasoning telling me that I was sure it wasn't the first time the maid service would be removing cum-stained sheets from the bed. Though they might wonder why there was only one big, rather large spot as opposed to several "squirty" ones.

We were about half way home, Melinda now sitting closest to the door as Charlene had had it on the way up. She was sound asleep, comfortably curled up against it snoring away. With Charlene sitting next to me as close as she was, I was once again reminded of the few now forever burned in images I had of her, not to mention the sounds which I knew now, she had made when having an orgasm with the help of my daughter's hand and fingers. Driving along, currently in a dead zone so that we had nothing on the radio we could listen to, we were forced to sit there in silence with our own thoughts, mine which had quite naturally turned to the evening before. Day dreaming without even realizing it at first, I soon found myself with a very unwanted erection, one that suddenly made it very uncomfortable for me to be sitting with. Not only that, it was very obvious too. With periodic looks and smiles back and forth with one another, even though we said very little, trying to stay quiet so that Melinda could continue sleeping, I knew by Charlene's little grin she was well aware of it.

And it was here that she had me at a major disadvantage. I was fucking horny, and would have been the first to admit it. My inhibitions, not to mention my moral values and judgments had evaporated like rain on the hot pavement we were driving on. I wasn't about to admit that of course, but with Charlene sitting next to me, once again wearing that damndable cutoff football jersey, I was having difficulty not sitting there imaging and remembering what her breasts looked like.

Without so much as a word, all hell broke loose.

**

The moment I felt her hand on the bulge in my crotch, I was a gonner. It had been almost two years now since I'd felt any other hand except for my own fondle my cock. The reality of that being...it always felt better when someone else did it...usually anyway. But it certainly did now. I moaned, though my thoughts fought weakly for a moment as I considered moving her hand away. But I didn't. And when I didn't, Charlene took that as approval to now unzip my fly, which she did.

The sensation of the slightly cooler air as it caressed my now exposed cock was an entirely different sensation all by itself. Already aroused as I was, I now felt even more so. That especially "naughty, dirty, evilly wicked feeling" now coursing through my entire body, though especially my prick. Already I was leaking precum, which Charlene's fingers immediately captured. But to make matters worse, she had briefly glanced over towards where Melinda lay sleeping, turning more towards me after that, and then lifting her cut off jersey up revealing her beautiful breasts. I watched as she then smeared a droplet of my joy-juice over her erect nipple, teasing it. She once again gave my prick another squeeze, another droplet of juice, and she then smeared the other one identically. 

"Maybe you'd better keep your eyes on the road, unless you think we should pull over for a bit," she giggled softly.

I did that, trying to focus and concentrate my attention where it really should be, though Charlene's hand continued to make that more and more difficult to do. Even more so when she picked up my hand, placing it on one of her breasts, which I couldn't help but look over and take a look at after she'd done so. I was almost surprised to actually see it sitting there, fondling her massive tit as though my fingers had a mind of their own. I'd almost forgotten what that felt like as I continued doing that.

With her hand delicately stroking me up and down, I now had another worry facing me. As good as this was feeling, I knew that it wouldn't be long before I was emptying my cum-laden balls. And I also knew that when I did, I'd be shooting all over the place. I quickly looked about, seeing only the discarded McDonald's sack with our garbage sitting in it from breakfast which we'd picked up along the way. I wondered briefly if we still had any napkins left. If we didn't do something soon, either making her stop before I came, or finding something to squirt off in, I'd be covering the steering wheel, the dash board, very possibly the windshield itself if I didn't find something soon.

"We got anything? Like a napkin?" I asked sheepishly, already feeling the ball-bursting tingle of pleasure beginning to manifest itself even as I said that. Charlene just smiled and then leaned over, sucking my prick deeply inside her mouth.

We nearly left the road.

Luckily for all of us, the highway had those wake up tire alerts, which did in fact alert me to the fact I was driving too far on the edge. Correcting the truck, I brought it safely back under control on the straight and narrow, though the sudden realization I'd nearly gotten us all killed had in fact momentarily delayed my ejaculation. Even Charlene sat up when she realized what had happened, my cock not exactly deflating, but certainly softening to some degree.

"Shall we try that again?" she asked. "Only this time with your eyes open?" she suggested. "And on the road? Or would you prefer it if we really did pull over into the next rest area and I finish you off then?"

That actually sounded like a pretty good idea. I had noticed a bit earlier that a road sign had indicated the next stop was some twenty miles away, we'd been driving for nearly that long now. I told her that, and we began looking for it as she zipped me back up, closing my fly. The problem was, or would be...what would happen then, and how would we pull that one off with Melinda no doubt waking up the moment we took the turn off.

Neither one of us mentioned that however, perhaps leaving things up to fate. I decided to do just that, spotting the sign moments later, signaling as we turned in. Sure enough, Melinda sat up curiously looking about.

"Are we there yet?" She asked sleepily.

**

Luckily the rest stop itself was fairly empty. There was only one eighteen wheeler sitting in the lot around the backside of the restroom area, and a single passenger car pulled up in front on our side as we pulled in. Like a flash, Melinda jumped out running in. Obviously she needed to go suddenly, so it was probably good that we pulled in. 

"Well? Shall we?" Charlene asked. But I was too nervous to do anything so openly as we stood there, and made excuse that I too now needed to use the restroom myself. She frowned slightly, but then walked with me towards them. Just before parting however, she told me. "I'll meet you here, don't go back to the truck when you're finished."

When I entered, I noticed there was another guy inside, though he was just then finishing up. There was no way of knowing if he was the trucker, or the driver of the passenger car, he could have been either. We simply nodded our heads at one another as I took my turn at the urinal, finally flaccid enough to actually pee. After washing my hands, I stepped back outside. Sure enough Charlene was there waiting for me. She beckoned me over towards her, and then stepped off around the corner well out of sight of my truck.




Secret Desires



"Melinda?"

"Back in the truck," she informed me. "Hurry...we don't have a whole lot of time here!"

Before I knew it, she was down on her knees in front of me, once again my fly unzipped, my now flaccid cock inside her mouth as she sucked it, though she didn't give any indication she was disappointed in finding it like that, and it didn't stay that way very long either. It couldn't have been any longer than a minute and I felt my prick explode, pouring what truly did feel like a gallon of cum into her mouth as she took it, swallowing even then having trouble doing so, though somehow she managed it.

Moments later she stood up, wiping her mouth, smiling. Which was when we both turned having heard a dog bark. There was a guy standing no more than perhaps ten feet away from us. How long he'd been there we had no idea while waiting for his dog to take a crap, or at least pee perhaps. He was grinning however and actually held his thumb up towards us, and then walked away. It was a different guy from the one I had seen inside the restroom, and he too looked like he could have been the trucker, or the driver of the other car. It didn't really make any difference, it was time to get on the road once again.

"What took you so long?" Melinda asked the moment we got back. "Stop for a quickie maybe?"

I felt my face turn beet red, though I answered her, "Yeah right. No. I had to uh...you know, do both."

"Ah huh," she said grinning at her friend, and then giggled. As did she. I wasn't about to say anything or even attempt to add to that, so I didn't.

"Should be home in another hour, hour and a half," I told them. "Long before sundown anyway," I added looking up at the sky. "But, maybe we should stop on our way home and pick up something for dinner at least, I don't think any of us will feel like cooking tonight."

"Yeah, sounds good, I wouldn't mind eating out myself," Charlene stated with a deadpanned expression. I glanced over towards her, as did Melinda, who only then I noticed had actually reached up pinching her on the side of her tit, though she'd done so in such a way so as not to reveal to me that she had. Charlene yelped however, jumping.

"What?"

"You know what," Melinda chastised her, and then sat grinning at me. I pretended I had no idea what was going on and started the truck. Seconds later we were back out on the road once again.

Twenty minutes later as we were driving along, I looked into the rear view mirror and saw the same eighteen-wheeler we had seen in the rest stop earlier. Eventually he drew alongside us in the right lane with me in the middle lane going a bit faster than we were above the posted limit. As he slowly drew near us side by side, he looked over and waved, likewise honking his horn. I realized as he did that, he'd been the guy standing outside with his dog. He waved once again, and then called out to us, "Show me your tits!"

I was half tempted to speed up, but I was already going ten over the limit as it was. And slowing down didn't seem to be any sort of better solution either. For one thing, I just wanted to get home, though I wasn't too pleased about getting harassed by some horny perverted truck driver either. Though as I thought about it, I'd been the perverted one standing there getting a blowjob at the rest stop by a young girl half my age.

To my surprise however, Melinda looked over at Charlene. "Shall we?" she said.

"Why not? Maybe after we do, he'll be on his way. If not, we'll take the first exit rather than let him continue to annoy us. But I'm betting once we give him what he wants, he'll leave us alone."

With both of them wearing their naughty football jerseys, it was very easy for the two of them to lift them up flashing the truck driver. For only the second time in my life, though in as many days now, I caught another brief glimpse of Melinda's breasts. It was about the only thing that I'd seen on her that didn't remind me of Kathy. They were so totally unlike my wife's in nearly every way. And what I found upon seeing them, even though it was only for the briefest of moments, was that they were even more beautiful than Charlene's were. And I found myself actually hoping I would catch another glimpse of them again.

**

The trucker in fact left us soon after far behind him. As we drew closer to home, Melinda suggested pizza, even calling the order in. I wasn't too surprised to discover she had memorized the number having called it often enough when she lived at home. It was ready and waiting for us the moment we arrived, and soon after devoured as well shortly after we had gotten home.

With a full belly, and tired from the long grueling drive home, I decided to make it another early night. After showering, I kissed each one of the girls on the forehead and bade them goodnight. Even tired as they both seemingly were, they opted to stay up for a bit, and no doubt fall asleep later while watching a movie. Melinda had very often done that before, so I pretty much expected it. What I didn't expect as I leaned over giving Charlene a kiss, was her quick little groping hand at my crotch, though there was no way Melinda could have seen her do that. Even then I jumped slightly, backing away.

"All you have to do is ask..." Charlene said mouthing the words to me. I merely nodded my head noncommittally.

"Good night girls, sleep tight!" I told them both, and then hurriedly made my way upstairs before my rapidly growing erection gave me away.

It was nice to lie down in my own bed. That, and actually fall asleep on my right side. At some point however I found myself dreaming, and knew that I had been when I woke up glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was just then nearing midnight. Sure enough, it had been a combination of that perhaps, along with the subtle unfamiliar sounds of the night, which had woken me.

I had in fact been dreaming, a very erotic dream, so I wasn't at all surprised to find myself laying there in bed with a hard-on either. Unfortunately, even though I knew I'd been dreaming an erotic dream, it was already starting to fragment as I fought with trying to remember as much of it as I could, though why I don't really know. Especially when I realized what the major content of it had been.

I had never once ever fantasized or thought dirty naughty thoughts about my own stepdaughter. But I certainly had now. In my dream, I'd been laying there, Melinda on one side of me licking my dick, Charlene on the other side. And I'd been loving it, though now wide awake, I was aghast at my own thoughts, even aroused as I was. I tried shaking my head as though to clear it, but the super sharp image remained inside my head. And then came the sounds again. Very faint, almost indistinguishable, but I heard them.

I looked over towards my closed door leading into the bathroom. No light glowed from beneath it. Quietly I slipped out of bed silently moving towards the door, stopping just long enough to listen. I could still hear the faint sounds coming from their room, though not as yet being able to make out what I was hearing or what was being said for that matter. Turning the knob on the door just as quietly, I stepped inside. It was almost too dark to see. At least in my bedroom I had a little of the night light outside to partially see with. I took two steps and then reached out, just grazing the door with my fingertip. I stepped a bit closer, feeling along the edge, surprised to discover it wasn't fully closed. Now closing even that distance, I once again stopped holding my breath, the sounds far more easily heard now as I stood there, though it was obvious the girls were speaking softly, almost whispering to one another.

"Yes Mel, yes...lick my pussy, suck my clit!" Charlene moaned softly.

I had heard Charlene call her that before, and always in an affectionate way whenever she had. It was clearly obvious she was doing so now, and for good reason as it seemed. My daughter, my sweet...or at least once sweet little girl, was now licking her best friend's cunt, obviously enjoying it, as they both were.

"Fuck baby, you do love eating pussy don't you?" Charlene groaned once again. "Who'd have thought the same day we ever met?" she giggled once again sighing sensually.

"Yeth I do," Melinda responded back, slurring her words slightly, the image of her even then running her tongue up and down Charlene's split causing my cock to throb and then lurch of its own accord.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby! Put a finger in there too. That's it...finger my cunt!" She once again moaned as Melinda obviously did that. Now I could hear in addition to their speaking, the decadent, almost obscene sounds of Charlene's dripping wet pussy as Melinda fingered it, and sucked it, licking it.

I cracked open the door just a tiny bit more, just enough to see in, though I saw very little when I did. There was no moon outside at all, so it was darker than normal. All I could barely make out was the bed, and two forms upon it, neither one of which I could make out very clearly, though I could in fact hear them very clearly, even more so than I had been.

"God how I wish I was fucking your father right now," Charlene moaned again, "With you laying there licking me...licking us while I did," she sighed pleasurably. I was stunned upon hearing that, especially when Melinda answered her.

"I bet you'd like that too wouldn't you?" she teased back, still fingering her wet juicy split by the obvious sound of that. "Feeling daddy's hard stiff prick sliding in and out of your sweet juicy fuck hole? Me...licking and sucking your clit, licking your juices off of his prick? Yes...I bet you would enjoy feeling that wouldn't you?"

"And I bet he would too, feeling you licking his cock while fucking me," she shot back hotly.

Though stunned, somewhat shocked at their conversation, I knew it was mostly just pillow talk, though dirty pillow talk indeed. Kathy and I had very often spoken of things, shared things, and discussed things we would never ever really do. But sometimes just talking about them while we messed around was enough to heighten our arousal, though we were very often somewhat embarrassed and actually guilty over having expressed those thoughts or feelings the next day. It was why we didn't very often do that, only on occasion, though it was quite often the best sex we ever had whenever we'd done that.

"So fuck him then if you really want to!" Melinda told her. "You know I've already told you I was ok with it if you did. I'm not the one you have to convince. The only thing I've ever said is I don't want daddy to know that I know if you do. I think it would freak him out, knowing that I knew my very best friend had fucked my father, and to be honest about it, it actually might freak me out a little knowing it too. So if you do, do it, if you somehow manage to convince him to actually fuck you, don't tell me about it. And for god's sakes Charlene, don't ever, ever tell him that I know that you did. Please promise me that if nothing else!"

"I promise," Charlene whispered back to her now, and then sighed as Melinda once again began licking and sucking her friends clit. 

Not only could I not believe what I'd just heard, and was still hearing in fact, the reality that my stepdaughter had just given her blessing, though in a strange sort of way, to her friend was arousing. The thought of actually fucking her no longer seemed so weird, so unacceptable now. Even though I knew she must never know that I did, just as Charlene had promised her she wouldn't, I'd never let on either. As much as I would have liked to continue to stand there listening to them both, I soon backed away, retracing my steps back into my own room, quietly closing the door behind me. I lay down on my bed, now purposely stroking my cock, images of thrusting my prick in and out of Charlene's slick wet cunt drawing me closer and closer towards orgasm. When I came, when I shot streamer after streamer of my hot sticky spunk into the air, landing god knows where, I did so with the image of my precious little girl licking the tip of my prick as I came. I knew I would struggle with that the following day. A throw back to those times when Kathy and I both did after confessing somewhat decadent thoughts and fantasies to one another. But even then, nothing like this. I knew I'd feel guilty about it all day. But right now I didn't. Right now I just lay there basking in the afterglow of my thoughts and enjoyed every precious minute of it as I did.

**

Once again I woke up to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. With a smile on my face, and my dick sticking up, I rolled out of bed and slipped into my robe. This time I didn't care that I was hard, and felt my prick become even more so as I headed downstairs. The image of Charlene sitting at the table half naked already filling my head as I rounded the corner stepping into the kitchen. As expected she was there, what wasn't expected, was that she was fully dressed, even modestly so. She'd even applied makeup, and had fashioned her hair in a much fuller look, loose and hanging about her shoulders. The look on my face must have said it all as she looked up towards me.

"Disappointed?" She said smiling, though she now looked down at my groin, my prick quite obviously tenting the front of my robe as I walked over to pour myself a coffee. "Though excited I see," she added with a chuckle.

"Just surprised," I ventured turning towards her, still standing, sipping my drink, though I felt the coolness of the morning air suddenly caressing my cock, telling me without looking, it had managed to worm its way out of the folded opening of my robe. At the moment, I didn't care. I really was disappointed.

"Mel and I have interviews at that new restaurant opening just down the street," she informed me. "She was just getting out of the shower when I came down to make the coffee."

Just the mention of my daughter's name sent a warning surge to my crotch, I even glanced up in that direction as though suddenly having x-ray vision and able to see through the walls.

"Oh," I said in surprise at hearing that, still disappointed, yet likewise pleased that neither one of them had intended to just lay around and live off my unemployment and dwindling savings.

"We figured we needed to help out if we're going to live here," she added. "Once we've settled in with our new jobs, then we'll see about enrolling in school again, and at least take a few classes. But until then..."

Charlene stood walking over towards me as I leaned against the kitchen counter. My prick had gone down just enough that it had on its own, tucked itself back away beneath the folds of my robe. Even though it had, she fished it out once again, holding it in her hand.

"We don't have a lot of time, perhaps a couple of minutes before Mel comes down," she told me now fondling my dick. I was about to tell her not to bother, but it honestly felt good as she stood there stroking it. I set my cup down on the counter, reached back with my hands holding on as she continued to stroke my prick a bit more firmly now. Once again I was hoping for more, anticipating perhaps for her to lean over and suck it a little at least, but she didn't. As though reading my mind, she spoke. "As much as I'd like to suck this, I can't risk getting anything on my clothes, or face..." she grinned. Having said that, I now wondered what it was she was going to do. I could feel the tingle and sudden tightness in my balls, once again looking towards the doorway, half expecting to hear Melinda descending down the steps any moment now. "Let me know..." she said simply still stroking my cock.

Within a minute I felt the first tickle of pleasure begin. "Now!" I just managed to breathe.

The moment I said that, Charlene grabbed the spare cup off the counter, holding it over the end of my dick. I stood there watching my spunk spurting into the cup as she held it over the end of it. As strange as it was, it was weirdly exciting, standing there doing that as she jerked me off, pumping my cock up and down, squeezing it until she had drained every single drop out of it, even shaking it off some. It was at that very moment we both heard the upstairs bedroom door slam, Mel was on her way down. 

I had barely enough time to reposition myself, grab my coffee and stand there nonchalantly as Mel walked into the room. Likewise Charlene had reached over refilling her own cup.

"Hmm, that smells good. Pour me one too please!" my daughter asked.

To my horror, Charlene grabbed the cup still containing my spunk in it and made motion to fill it. "Cream?" She asked.

Mel gave her an inquisitive look. "No...black, I don't use cream," she stated.

"Oh that's right, I already filled it," she stated. "Sorry." She turned slightly winking at me, and held the cup under the tap turning it on, rinsing it out. I looked over and watched my cum curdles chasing one another in the drain momentarily as she rinsed Mel's cup out. Checking to ensure it now was clean, she filled it handing it to her. And though it was, even that secret knowledge that I'd just poured my semen into it felt wickedly decadent and sent a renewed surge into my cock. I sat down before my prick could begin to swell again.

"So, Charlene tells me the two of you have interviews this morning," I said smiling.

"Yeah, we do," she said glancing at her watch. "And we need to leave now in fact," she added taking another quick sip from her cup, setting it down on the table. "Shouldn't be gone too long I wouldn't imagine," she added. "We were sort of hoping to lay out some today, catch some sun before we no longer can," she added with a smile. "What's on your agenda for the day?"

I had planned on updating my resume, and then scheduling an appointment with an employment agency and getting my information on file, which I told them. Beyond that, just straightening up the house some, which I hoped they'd find time to help me with later on. Once again I was pleased when they said they would.

"After we lay out for a bit?" My daughter asked hopefully.

"Just as long as you don't sun-tan all day," I responded back. With that, I gave them each a kiss as they headed out the door for their interview, and then slowly climbed back up the stairs to shower and dress for the day.

**

I had gone back outside to putter around in the garden when the girls came home about an hour or so later with the news they had gotten the jobs, and would be starting on Monday the following week when the restaurant opened. It was good news, and they were excited, as I was. They soon after dashed up stairs to change into their bikinis and lay out for a bit, once again ensuring me they would clean up the house and plan something for a celebratory dinner later on that evening. I was already looking forward to that.

I went back to weeding my sorely neglected garden when they came back down stairs carrying large fluffy beach towels, which they laid out on the grass. Almost immediately Charlene took off her top however, though Melinda wasn't quite so brazen about it as she was. My daughter merely lay down on her tummy first, and then reached back behind herself undoing the clasp on her top.

"Oil me?" She asked Charlene. 

I knelt there nearby pulling weeds, glancing over as Charlene leaned over and began rubbing oil into my daughters back. Her beautiful bare breasts dangling freely, making me wish I was lying beneath her myself, sucking on them...for starters. I'd already made up my mind about something else too, and would at the first opportunity mention it to her when I had the chance.

After she had finished applying the lotion to my daughter's back, she held it up towards me. "Keith? Would you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all, just let me wash my hands first," I said standing up. She and I both noticed the erection I had in my shorts as I did that. Though I quickly glanced over towards Melinda, who lay with her eyes closed unaware that I did. Turning on the hose, I quickly washed off my hands and then returned to sit down next to Charlene, applying some lotion to her bare back, rubbing it in. As I did that, I leaned over whispering into her ear, just loud enough for her to hear me. "I want you," I mostly breathed, but she heard me, turning her head around sideways still lying down and winked at me, mouthing the words back.




Secret Desires



"I want you too!"

I continued to rub oil into her back until she suddenly sat up and began removing her bikini bottoms.

"I hate having tan-lines," she announced. "But I don't want to burn my ass either," she told me laying back down again. "Would you mind putting a little lotion on me there too please?" she asked. I saw my daughter's eyes open briefly as she looked over towards us, just as I poured a bit of the oily lotion on Charlene's ass cheeks prior to rubbing it in. Melinda smiled, and then turned her head away facing in the opposite direction. Her smile gave me assurance that she had no problem with me doing that. But her turning her head away also told me she didn't want to see me doing it either. A reminder as to their candid conversation the previous night.

As I rubbed the mixture into Charlene's ass, she spread her legs slightly, allowing me greater access to her as I thoroughly coated her cheeks, and teasing her a bit as my fingers just brushed the opening of her wide open split.

"That feels nice," she half purred, opening herself even further, telling me as she did that what she wanted. Glancing once again towards Melinda, she remained as she was, looking the other way, so I allowed myself the adventure of actually running my finger tip up the length of Charlene's sweet succulent furrow, the moisture of her pussy already gathering there as I did so. I sat beside her, slowly finger-fucking her, her ass gyrating slowly as I did so, half humping the ground as well as my hand. I was surprised when minutes later she came, though doing so quietly with barely a whimper, though I felt her pussy clench down and around my fingers holding them tightly inside her for long moments afterwards, feeling her quivering and pulsating inside.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone for a while," I said standing up. "Another hour? And then we get busy?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan," Melinda said almost dreamily.

I walked back inside the house, aroused as hell as I stood there in the kitchen looking out. I nearly headed upstairs back to my room for a much needed jerk off when I saw Melinda sit up, likewise now removing her bikini bottoms. This time however, she rolled over onto her back, Charlene now sitting up as she proceeded to apply more oil to my daughters chest, breasts and then on down to her tummy. I noticed as she did that, she tended to linger a bit while massaging her tits, even tracing her finger around and about my daughter's nipples. Even at this distance I could see they were aroused, standing well up and off her chest, twin hard little points of pleasure. I found myself standing there in the kitchen, having unzipped my fly even before I realized that I had, now stroking my hard stiff cock as I watched them.

Moments later I watched as Charlene dipped her hand between my daughter's legs. I watched as Melinda spread them, even bending herself at the knee granting her girlfriend even easier access. As Charlene fingered her, Melinda reached up cupping her breasts, kneading and caressing them. I found myself wishing that those were my hands instead, pulling on, and tweaking those incredibly hard nipples of hers. And though I noticed that Charlene's were as well, my daughter's were obviously a bit larger, fuller when erect, and I stood there fantasizing about sucking on them as I fucked her.

Once again I was momentarily plagued with a guilty conscious about having such thoughts, but I was too fucking horny at the moment to care. Recriminations would be dealt with later, at the moment I was on the verge of enjoying my second climax of the morning. Oddly enough, it was the exact same coffee cup I reached for, likewise filling it up the second time that day as well, standing there squirting into it, releasing my pleasure as I glanced out the window, watched as Melinda seemed to bend nearly in half, her ass coming up off the ground, Charlene's fingers embedded deeply inside her as she came.

I rinsed out my cup placing it back next to the sink and wandered slowly upstairs to my room.

**

We had managed to get nearly the entire house vacuumed and dusted before calling it a day. The girls soon after settled into preparing us a nice dinner while I sat on the couch relaxing, catching a little TV and sipping a glass of wine. While dinner cooked, they soon joined me, a bit more appropriately dressed, though not by much. Each of them wore standard though very short, shorts, along with the bikini tops they'd worn outside earlier. Now joining me, each with a glass of wine in their hands, they informed me dinner would be ready in about an hour. 

"Anything good on TV?" my daughter asked.

"Not really," I told her having surfed through the available channels twice already, not finding anything I was really interested in watching.

"How about a movie then?" she asked reaching for the remote, so I handed it to her. I was really hoping they wouldn't pick some chick-flick or something, but prepared to allow it if they did. She even stopped on one reading it, which worried me that she might actually select it until Charlene spoke up.

"Not that one," she said giving voice to my own worry. "Let's watch something a bit more interesting shall we?" Now she reached over for the remote, which Melinda handed to her. To my surprise, she quickly pulled up the adult selections and began thumbing through those. I decided to hold my tongue and see if she would actually be brazen enough to pick one, as well as wondering how Melinda might react to it when she did. 

"That one!" Melinda said calling out as Charlene scrolled through a list of available selections.

"Ok, sounds interesting doesn't it?" Charlene said grinning as she looked over towards me. I was surprised, a bit shocked as I read the title.

"Young girls with older men," it had said. I knew there would be a series of somewhat short scenes depicting pretty explicit sex acts between the individuals.

"You do know, this isn't soft porn we'll be looking at," I cautiously warned them. "This is the hard-core stuff, you see it all," I added.

"I know," Melinda said a bit quietly. "But I'm ok with that...if you are," she told me.

It was a bit more difficult actually doing that than I thought it would be. I was aroused yes, thankful that Charlene was basically sitting between us, though I had my own chair even as the girls shared the couch. They giggled, and whispered pointing out things to one another as I half glanced at the TV, and then at them as each scene got more and more explicit, with the semi-typical cum-shots coming at the end.

"Wow! That was a good one!" Melinda announced actually surprising me. "I've never seen anyone cum that much before!" she stated.

"I have," Charlene grinned looking over towards me. Just then the timer went off announcing it was time for dinner.

"Saved by the bell," I said standing up thinking to myself. I turned once again hiding my obvious erection. "I'll go wash up for dinner," I told them and then hurried up the stairs.

**

The girls had prepared a really nice pot roast complete with all the trimmings. We opened a second bottle of wine to go with it, though I was already slightly feeling the effects of the first one, even with having eaten dinner. I couldn't help but wonder if the girls were too, especially as Melinda had never been much of a drinker. She had poured herself one more glass, though she never did finish it.

"Mind if we wash the dishes tomorrow?" she asked slurring her words just a bit, though sounding far more tired than drunk really.

"You cooked, I'll wash, don't worry about it," I said though they did help me clear off the table first. Even Charlene appeared anxious to head up to bed, as I gave each of them a kiss goodnight. Melinda had already disappeared through the door when Charlene stopped turning towards me.

"I'll wake you up," she half whispered, once again winking and then licking her lips. I knew what she meant by that, and whispered back to her.

"I probably won't even be asleep...but I'll certainly be up."

She glanced at my crotch, laughed, and then turned heading up the stairs after my daughter.

I finished cleaning up the kitchen and then sat down to watch the news for a while. I figured that it would be at least an hour while they got ready for bed knowing them, and then another hour at least before they finally fell asleep. Or at least Melinda did. Nearing midnight, I finally shut off all the lights, and then gingerly made my way upstairs to my own room. I was quiet as a mouse as I entered the shared bathroom, not even turning on the light until I was sure that their door was closed, which it was. I hurriedly washed up, took a pee, and then slipped back into my own room. I had put on fresh clean sheets earlier and was actually looking forward to slipping in between them. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it now read 12:15 as I turned off the light. Almost immediately, the room fell into complete and total darkness. The only light at all coming from the green florescent symbols on the clock as they ticked the minutes away.

I had actually started to fall asleep when I heard the door to my bedroom open. I hadn't even heard the door to their room doing so, only mine. Once again I glanced over at the clock, nearly a full hour had passed with it now reading 1:12. I looked up, still nearly impossible to see anything as I lay there in the darkness of the room. But seconds later I caught the quiet silhouette as Charlene made her way over towards the bed slipping in beside me. I started to speak but she shushed me, her hand quickly locating my somewhat flaccid member, waking it, as she gingerly stroked it before slithering down between my legs. Moments after that, I felt her warm sensual mouth surrounding my prick, teasing it with her tongue. I reached down, running my fingers through her hair, she had kept it loose hanging about her shoulders just as she had earlier. She moved it out of the way as she continued sucking, licking my cock bringing it back to its full aroused size. I lay back quietly enjoying the sensation, very much aware of the need to remain as silent as we could, neither one of us wanting nor wishing for Melinda to wake up and discover what it was we were doing.

Once I was hard as I could possibly be, I felt Charlene moving back up along my torso. She now straddled me, her soft sweet pussy resting against the length of my shaft, she was slick, juicy and obviously aroused. The green luminescence off the clock just barely highlighting the blonde highlights of her hair as she leaned forward, her hand now reaching down between us, grasping my prick as she placed it at the opening of her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned softly as I felt the head of my dick suddenly slip inside, receiving yet again another warning "shush" as I did so, silencing myself.

Charlene's pussy felt like it had been filled with honey. As we moved together, slowly grinding and thrusting against one another, I heard the erotic squish of her cunt as she soaked me with her fluids, bathing my prick in her essence. As our coupling intensified, I felt that familiar squeeze as she snared me, milking me all too soon so it seemed. But somehow I managed to hold off from filling her with my cum, as much as I wanted to do so. I reached up toying with her breasts, holding onto them as I plunged upwards into her depths, as she in turn thrust downwards, driving me nearly inside her womb. We fucked softly, slowly, almost too quietly, at last coming together in a near perfect synchronization of pleasure. Once again I felt the liquid discharge of her cunt as it met my own. Hard forceful spurtings of my prick as they lurched upwards inside her, my hips coming up off the bed, hers coming down to meet me, driving me back, the intensity of which was overwhelming. Moments later she collapsed against my shoulder, me holding her there listening to her labored breathing as it finally calmed, slowing.

And there, we both fell asleep.

**

I was startled to discover that Charlene was already up and gone when I woke up, being the light sleeper that I normally was. But I knew then I had had the deepest, soundest sleep that I'd ever had in years too, the pure pleasure we'd experienced together draining me of all stress, anxiety and concern. It had been a long time since I'd been with another woman, and I now realized just how much I had missed that.

I rolled out of bed with a smile on my face, and for the first time in recent memory, a totally flaccid cock as well. I was surprised when I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, it was already well after ten in the morning. I hadn't slept past eight in years either! I laughed, whistling to myself as I went into the bathroom to pee and freshen up, returning to my bedroom to dress, only to discover I had but one pair of clean shorts to put on. It was time to do laundry...past time.

I wandered downstairs saw a note propped up against my waiting empty coffee cup. It read simply, "We missed you this morning," then included a smiley face winking at me which Charlene had obviously drawn as an afterthought. A postscript then told me they'd gone out to do some grocery shopping and would return a bit later to do some more sun-tanning and that I was welcome to join them if I cared to.

I poured myself a cup sitting down at the table reading the note once again. "Maybe I will!" I thought to myself. "And maybe...just maybe, Charlene will allow me the pleasure of secretly fingering her off again too!" I thought.

I finished my coffee, rinsed out my cup and smiled. At least last night I didn't just waste it in a coffee mug. I then headed upstairs to grab my dirty clothes, and back down to the basement to wash them. I noticed there was a wet load still sitting in the washer, which I removed, only slightly annoyed in having to do so. As I opened the drier to put those in so I could do my own wash, I now noticed a load of dry clothes inside there. 

"Time for another family chat," I mused, though smiling to myself as I said that. Things had indeed changed around here, most of it for the better to be sure. But living in such confined quarters would still take us all some getting used to. Especially when it came to sharing the bathroom, or in doing laundry. I removed their dry clothes, mostly panties, bras, and thongs and a few tee shirts, along with their cut off nasty/naughty football jerseys. After placing their wet clothes in the drier and mine in the washer, I then carried up their things back upstairs to their room for them to put away. I still knocked even though I knew no one was home and then entered their room. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised, but I was. It was a mess. Amazing how two grown woman could live like that, things scattered about the way they were. Though I realized that was partially because they hadn't gotten around to unpacking everything yet, nor had they begun putting things away yet inside the second dresser drawers we'd brought back either. Not wanting to simply dump their clean clothes on the bed and get them mixed up with any dirty ones, I decided to at the very least place them inside the empty dresser, figuring they could resort everything later. I opened the top drawer intending to do so, and just stood there and stared.

At first I didn't know what I was actually looking at. I placed the clean clothes down on top of the dresser, and then reached in. I pulled out what appeared to be a longhaired blonde wig. I stood there just staring at it, my mind suddenly reeling with the implications, though even then...I still had no real proof. I argued with myself even, my imagination running away with me. Just because there happened to be a blonde wig in the dresser drawer didn't mean anything, one way or the other. But...it did give me cause for concern.

"Had I in fact fucked my own daughter? Or had it indeed been Charlene who had come into my bedroom?"

I heard the car just then pulling into the driveway. I replaced the wig back where I'd found it, and then placed the clothes on the end of their bed anyway. Better that than where I'd left them and raise any suspicions. I soon headed downstairs to help with carrying in the groceries and was met with two welcoming morning smiles when I did.

**

We had soon unpacked and put everything away, with the girls soon scrambling upstairs to change. They returned a short time later, once again wearing their bikinis as I followed them both outside. As before, Melinda lay down on her tummy before reaching behind herself undoing the clasp on her bikini top, though Charlene of course had no problem simply taking hers off. Frankly, I was surprised she'd even bothered wearing it in the first place, though I supposed she had done so in the event anyone came over.

"Here, let me lotion you both up," I offered receiving a thank you in hearing that from each of them. I first turned to Charlene, doing her back first, and then even her chest. She smiled wickedly as I did so, allowing my hands to run freely over her exquisite mounds which I enjoyed doing. I then turned towards Melinda.

"Here, why don't you sit up so I can do you a little easier?" I suggested. She looked at me in surprise, hesitating only for a moment before responding.

"Ok, as long as you're not uncomfortable seeing me," she said surprise clearly etched in her tone of voice.

"Doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother you," I responded back. "Maybe when you were little, just coming of age, it might have. Hard enough getting you to wear any clothes even then. But now...you're an adult, a young woman, and even though you may very well be my daughter, or rather stepdaughter at least, you are certainly old enough to make up your own mind about such things. So...if you aren't uncomfortable being around me in the nude, I certainly won't be either."

Melinda was grinning from ear to ear as she sat up leaving her discarded top on the ground. She even stood, suddenly slipping out of her bikini bottoms as Charlene sat by watching her do so with a somewhat surprised look on her face that she did. 

"Thank you daddy, I'm glad you're good with this. You know me and clothing," she giggled happily, and then sat down again as I began rubbing the lotion into her skin, first doing her back, and then having her turn around as I began massaging it into her breasts. We sat there looking at one another, smiling, her hard firm thick nipples once again filling my hands.