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The Guest

By: Shanbabe4u



I tossed my bag onto the small writing table located just inside the kitchen door, the smell of tonight's meal filled my nostrils. "Mmmm, smells good! What's the occasion?"

"I've invited our guest to dine with us tonight. I thought we could use the entertainment."

Our guest being the long departed grandson of our town's magistrate some years removed now. He was occupying the large bedroom on the third floor of my mistress's hotel. The only hotel in town. There were no other guests as it was March, and the town draws so very few tourists as it was even during peak season. 

"What time?" I asked, aware of my rumpled appearance from working in the office all day.

"At 7 sharp, so you have plenty of time to, prepare." She flashed me a devilish smile. I scampered over and kissed her. "Thank you." I whisper, close to her ear. Kim had already changed for dinner and she was just watching over her fine meal. She was slim, her back straight which made her appear even taller than her 5' 10" frame. Her shimmering dark hair was straight cut and caressed her shoulders. Tonight she wore a full length skirt of a purple black colour and a black satin blouse that revealed she wore no bra over her small, firm breasts.

I grabbed my bag from the table and ran up the stairs to my room to prepare for tonight's dinner. I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper and jumped into a shower. The hot tiny daggers felt so good against my naked skin. I lathered my body with soap, running my hands under and over my breasts till my nipples stood erect. My soapy hand glided smoothly over my shaven snatch where my all knowing fingers parted my skin easily. I gently rubbed my clit until I felt a warm glow spread out over my body. I left myself wanting though, and turned off the shower.

Towel dried, I stood in my ample closet, and searched for something to wear tonight. Kim was already in black so, hmmm, red! I pulled out my red dress and went to the bureau to select the proper under garments. White of course. There was the underwired bra, the lacy panties, the garter belt and nylons. The black leather grannies shoes with the tight laces would be an excellent contrast to the innocent of the white stockings. 

There! I stood in front of the full length mirror and admired the effect. And the dress was just short enough that any bending and stretching was going to show the top of the stockings and the garter belts. Prrfect! Check the time, oh, almost seven, time to go.

I whisked down the stairs from my second floor room. I could hear amused laughter coming from the sitting room. Kim's hotel was a converted Victorian mansion and included many large rooms for entertainment. There, sitting beside each other on a velvety love seat, Kim and our guest. His name was Andrew from what Kim told me last night after seeing him to his room. He was handsome but not beautiful. Short cropped dark brown hair with a hint of gray at the temples, a small mustache that should a mix of colours that Andrew's hair did not hint at. He wire delicate glasses which tried to hide his otherwise rugged square shoulders and strong chest.

Kim and served him a drink and they were sharing some joke or amusing chatter. Andrew stood as I the room. "Aah, Andrew, I would like you to meet my niece, Shannon." I was Kim's niece for public appearance sake as we were a few years apart. More than some people would believe!

I offered my hand and it look like Andrew as about to raise to his lips but he must have changed his mind, no body did that in the 90's anymore. I would have liked that though. "Pour Shannon a drink, Andrew." Kim told him. "Of course." And he turned to the small bar and added a small amount of wine to a glass.

I sat across from the love seat, in a straight backed Elizabethan chair. Andrew handed me my wine and then he resumed his seat beside Kim who wrapped an arm around his. "Isn't she beautiful?" she asked him.

Andrew blushed quickly and whispered "Very." I smiled and crossed a leg over the other, the skirt riding up devilishly and I was hoping that it revealed a little pale flesh above the stockings. It must have because his eyes were affixed on my legs. I smiled, Kim smiled.

We chatted more, I told a little about my job in town, how I came to be a ward of my aunt. Andrew told us a little bit of his family and how he had always wanted to visit the old homestead.

A small buzzer rang from the kitchen and Kim announced dinner was ready. Andrew offered me his arm as I led him to the dining room. We had reduced the table down to a manageable size or otherwise we would have been dwarfed by the rooms content. I sat our guest at the head of the table, myself on his left side. Kim swept through the kitchen doors and walked over to the clever hutch that was actually a serving entrance to the kitchen. There she lifted out three marvelous roast beef dinners, and rolls. And by soft chandelier light we consumed our meal. Kim had outdone herself and the roast was perfect, a bright pink, a little on the, rare, side. Just the way we liked it!

I volunteered to bring out coffee and dessert. I peaked back out into the dining room and watched as Kim trailed her nails across Andrew's hand. I put the coffee and cheese cake through the hutch and came back into the room. Andrew went to pull his hand back but Kim grasped it tightly and smiled at me. I placed the small plates at our stations and served the coffee into the china cups. After I set the coffee urn back onto his warming plate, I approached the table between Kim and Andrew and lightly placed my hand on top of hers, Andrew's under that. I walked around Andrew back to my seat, trailing my fingers over Kim's hand, over his wrist, up his shirt sleeves, around his neck and back down the other arm.

He started first at us and then at Kim. Kim smiled at him. "You see, we are so isolated here in New Brunswick, that when we get a chance to, entertain, someone, we both want to do our very best."

Andrew swallowed and smiled shyly at us. Kim removed her hand and we proceeded to slowly consume the cake and sip the coffee. After dessert we both took an arm and guided him back to the sitting room. Once more Kim had him sit in the love seat beside her and she asked me to fix drinks. I walked to the bar and instead of going around it, I leaned far over to get brandy snuffers and the bottle. If you recall, I chose this dress in hopes of such an occurrence for I knew the red material had lifted up my legs and the white stocking, garters and most likely a hint of white laced cheek were revealed. 

As I turned around, I knew it had shown as Andrew was staring at me, my legs, my waist. And Kim had a hand on his thigh. I brought the glasses over, poured the golden liquid and set the bottle off to one side. I sat across from them once more. Kim's fingers slid slowly over his thigh. I parted my legs slightly. Andrew's attention was divided to the hand gliding along his thigh and his eyes feasting on the opening I was offering. Wider I parted my legs. Lower Kim's hand went. Higher my dress slid up and Andrew nearly jumped out of his chair as Kim's hand found his rising bulge hidden under the slacks material.

"Oh." She cooed, leaning sideways to kiss his ear. Andrew turned his head and their lips met. Kim squeezed his cock with one hand and squeezed his lips with her own. Their lips parted, a thin line of saliva still joining them. Kim turned his chin in her other hand toward me and said "Watch."

Kim nibbled his neck and ear, her hand still stroking through his pants. I slid my hips forward on the seat, the dress pulling up higher, the white tops of the stockings revealed and the lace panties demanding his attention. He sat staring at my sex region, as Kim licked and nibbled his neck, her left hand unbuttoning his shirt and her right still teasing him.

His eyes followed my hands as I stroked each thigh, up and over the stockings. I pull my legs further apart, my hands sliding up and down my white skin, higher still until I stopped at the fabric of my panties. My right hand glided over the front of panties, softly at first and then harder, up and down, the material gathering and getting moist. The panties gathered and my pussy lips began to creep out each side.

Kim had His shirt unbuttoned and then his belt was released. She tugged at the hook and then the zipper of his pants. Kim pulled the elastic waistband of his underwear out and slid her fingers into the curling hair. Andrew's eyes devoured my exposed cunt as I pulled the material off the one side and stroked my glistening lips with one finger.

"Come to us, Shannon." Kim ordered me. I released myself and walked to them. I knelt between his open legs. "Be a good girl and suck him Shannon." I helped Andrew wiggle his ass free from his slacks and underwear, and slid them and his shoes/socks off. He sat there on the love seat in just his open shirt, his throbbing manhood rising to greet my mouth. I held him in my hands and guided him to my O shaped lips. He gasped as his cock head slipped into my waiting mouth and my tongue teased the small hole.

Kim stood up and began to undress. I looked up over Andrew's belly and watched him watch her. I could see the garments being tossed onto the corner of the love seat and watched as Kim's naked chest came into view and she leaned down to kiss Andrew. I could see him reach out and touch her firm small mounds, the nipples already hard bullets. Her balanced herself with a hand on his chest.

I sucked and licked him as he started to finger her pussy, her right leg up on the sofa, her left planted on the floor beside us. I lifted his shaft up and trailed a path the his hairy balls which I licked and tickled with my tongue, stroking his shaft slowly with my hand. I returned my mouth to his cock head and swallowed it hungrily, bobbing up and down hard. "oh God, wait, wait!" he said. Too late! He shot his salty load into my mouth and I swallowed it in big gulps, some slipping out around my lips.

Andrew sighed and collapsed against the seat. He seemed a bit disappointed but we assured him the night was young. We each took him by a hand and Kim, naked, led Andrew in his shirt and me, still dressed, towards the hall and to a secret panel in the wall. She led us down the wood stairs, through the hall, through the large oak iron clad door, and into the dimly lit room beyond. This was our playroom.

It was equipped with any number of contraptions including benches, anchors in the ceiling and floor, a large cabinet, an X shaped frame against one wall, and other things. Kim stopped and told Andrew to take my clothes off which he eagerly did. Kim went off to prepare the frame while Andrew unzipped the dress and held me step out of it. My white undies shone bright in the subdued light. He turned me around and pulled me against his body. He reached around and undid the bra snaps and I shrugged my shoulders free form the garment. 

"I'll keep the stockings and garters on if you want?" I whispered in his ear. He smiled and knelt in front of me to wiggle my wet panties off. As my smooth snatch was revealed he buried his face against me and ran his rough tongue over my sensitive skin. Kim joined us and helped him free his arms from his shirt. She pulled him up and guided him to the padded X frame and we helped him. There were ledges for him to plant his feet and we closed the clasps around ankles and outstretched arms.

Kim stepped to the back and with the help of hydraulics, tilted the frame almost upright so that he could have a good view of the entertainment. Kim led me away and stopped us below the dangling chains. She kissed me, took one wrist, raised it and fastened the gleaming metal cuff around it. She raised my other arm and did the same. She knelt and guided my legs apart till she anchored my ankles into the chains on the floor. 

Kim stood back and admired her handiwork. She looked over to Andrew and asked him if he liked it. Andrew nodded and his stiffening rod bounced a little. "Would you like to taste her?" she teased him. "Yes." He replied.

Kim walked towards me again, kissing me hard against the lips, pulling my head by a handful of hair and kissed my throat. She let my hair go and kissed down over my breasts, pausing to flick a tongue over each nipple. She didn't stop and down she went till she faced my shaved pussy and she bent her neck into my spread eagle legs and began to lick and suck my moist lips. I moaned and thrashed in my chains, unable to touch her or myself, a victim to her tongue and probing fingers.

Kim stopped suddenly and stood up, pranced over to the now hard Andrew and kissed him, rubbed her wet lips all over his. He licked and sucked her lips, tasty me on her tongue. She wrapped her fingers around his swollen shaft and squeezed, released him. She broke from him roughly.

"Shannon! Look what you have done to this poor boy!" she turned to me, a scowl on her face. "You must be punished!"

I shook my head and pleaded with her. 

"No, you have been bad!" And she walked briskly to the closet, throwing the doors wide. She grabbed a few items and came at me. Kim stepped behind me and reaching up, circled my head and pushed a gag ball into my mouth, tying it hard against the back of my hair. I rattled the chains. She secured a Texas two strap around my waist and between my legs and inserted a shiny silver dildo into the trap and eased into my wet hole. She tightened the strap and turned the vibrator on. Its humming drummed against the walls of my cunt.

Kim walked back to the cabinet. I stared at Andrew across the room from me, pleading with my eyes but knowing he was as securely fastened as I was. Suddenly there was a loud crack and both Andrew and I jumped at the sound of the whip. Andrew's eyes went huge as Kim advanced to stand slightly behind me.

"You must be punished for making him cum in your mouth!" she sent the whip tails against my back, the pain an instant fire across my skin, I jerk forward against the chains, straining to get away. "You must be punished for swallowing his semen!" Another stroke. "you must be punished for teasing him with your body!" Snap!

Andrew's cock jumped at each stroke. The tails were leaving little marks on my side as they wrapped around me and Andrew stared at them in fascination. Kim went on for seven more strokes and then she lifted my chin up by the handle of the whip. "Are you a slut?"

I nodded yes.

"Do you want to fuck this man?"

I nodded yes. "Will you give him what he deserves?" I nodded yes.

Kim reached behind my head and undid the gag, I kissed her. She undid the strap and let the silver machine slip from my humming hole. She unfastened my feet and then my hands, turning me around to show Andrew the red welts. His eyes bugged and his cock throbbed. She led me to the X frame. Using the hydraulics she lowered him horizontal and I crawled up over his legs. I straddled his hips and guided his hard cock into my still humming cunt. I sank down onto his lap, he moaned and threw his head back from the pleasure.

I began to ride him, slowly at first and then harder, harder, panting and tossing my long hair around my face, my fingers flying over his chest. I pushed my hips back and forth, pushing his cock in deeper, massaging him with my cunt walls. Andrew was getting ready to cum and Kim could be heard from the side "Give him what he deserves!"

Still riding him, I lean forward, inches from his face and growl my sexual pleasure, growl my blood thirst, growl the hunger that consumes every waking moment. Andrew doesn't care, Andrew just wants to explode inside me, Andrew is nothing but a male! I growl as I feel his cock begin to jump and squirt its foul load. I growl and expose my long canine teeth just as he cums inside me.

He sees now! He sees and yet is feeling ecstasy. I use my thumb on the side of his chin to turn his head, he resists but I am stronger than he ever can be. I turn his head and he watches Kim sink her hard, cold fangs into his wrist, cutting the veins and sucking the hot sex blood. He screams and I bury my own mouth into his neck. His screams enrage us, excite us and we enjoy his salty liquid as it courses down our throats.

Minutes later we lick each others face, lips, chin, cheeks. I climb off our dead guest and we leisurely take him down. He will be found dead, burned to a crisp, in his car in the morning having broken through a guard rail and plummeted down into the valley. And we will shake our heads and wonder like the rest of the townsfolk when this dangerous stretch of road will ever be fixed.

The Guest



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THE GUEST

One

Take a seat and let's talk, you and I.

It's high time we had this discussion, and tonight is a good night to finally address the question. Indeed. The fireplace is stoked well and warm; such a thing is good for you. Such a thing helps the mind relax and open itself to things that it would otherwise cower from. 

Outside, night has settled deep into the wet countryside like a thick blanket—comfy and comforting—but the storm only promises to swell as the night progresses. Even now, the wind smothers all sound—except the rain whipping outside the glass windows of this dark, little house, and the sound of my voice. 

It is a night for discussion. A night of vivid dreams in our waking. 

The glowing logs, giving off the occasional crackle and pop, like a box of old fireworks, are comforting, aren't they? You would think so. That's just the way it should be. Let the weather do as it wishes to the fields and forest outside, but in here we are safe. In here, nothing rules but the warmth of the fire and the topic of our speech. For now, at least. While this tense tranquility lasts, let us enjoy the agreement that your body shares with the heat of my fire. Soon, you might be shivering despite the heat as your mind allows itself to open up to the darker side of its own nature. Such is inevitable. Before it does, let's talk.

Come. Sit down across from me on the lounge seat. You look tense. Afraid, I might say. 

Cigarette? What do you mean you don't smoke? I chortle, and light one myself anyway. 

The cushiony leather has a way of making you feel secure and more at home as we broach this subject. We haven't even started to talk yet but you're already starting to shiver. Relax. 

You jump when I put my hand on your knee. A stifled scream turns into a nervous laugh—the kind that suggests they won't expect to be repeated, but almost always will. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck begin to wake. 

There's a crack in one of the walls, maybe, or a gap between two shingles on my roof. Whatever it is, tonight's wind is playing hell with this advantage, howling in strange, unearthly moans that resemble human voices with a frightening proximity. But it is only the wind. The wind has that habit of mimicking all ranges of human sounds—from the low groaning of the long undead to the shrieking cry of a disturbed woman restless in her everlasting eternal. The wind can do all sorts of things to this susceptible mind of ours on a night like this. A night for unwanted visions brought on by unwanted sounds, but now, there is only the howling wind and our fireplace. 

The storm remains outside, thrashing its relentless fury against the blackened hill of this deserted countryside. This house is alone at the top of the highest knoll in the vicinity. The nearest civilization is...well, let's just say that nearest is a false expression. Hope the electricity stays. Ha-ha. But if not, we will still have the fire. In the end, it may be all that is left for us. 

I exhale a puff of smoke. When I throw a peculiar smile at you, the unwanted guest of your nervous laugh returns.

Leave him be to roam and let us talk.

Let us talk about something that is known to all, yet fully understood by none. Something that every man woman and child have experienced to some degree—from a mild ripple to full-fledged motor skills' lock-down. Something they are never truly free from. Let's talk of something close to home, but at the same time so far and distant that it might be an alien thing altogether. An entity that has been around since the beginning of creation and will continue to manifest its existence as long as living beings continue to have a free mind that can be controlled. A mind that is still easily manipulated by outside forces, and not yet mastered by our own. An ancient thing, yet never fathomed or understood. Ancient as it is, it eludes us when we are calm and composed and wish to comprehend it, yet returns to us in full force in those out-of-the-blue moments of the mind's dull unexpectancy. Let's talk about all those hidden things that cannot be based on reason though the mind tries to give it one, things we don't want explained, those thoughts kept buried deep down where they endanger the soul, not brought up to the surface and the light because we are afraid of what we will find. And as we brood it in the darkness our minds, it grows like a tumor. A slinking, shadowed tumor.

Your throat is dry and tight. You need to relax.

The wind has found its way into our presence. It chills you with a sudden snatch. Like long grabbing fingers of a cold dead hand. The sounds of the storm remain, but they are starting to settle into the background of our conscious thought. Let's move on without it and on to our topic, before the subject itself devours our minds. Talk about what? Maybe you know already. Maybe not. Let's talk about the deepest, darkest matter ever to plague the mind and vex the soul.

Let's talk about fear.

Two

So what is fear?

There are countless definitions to a word that has no concrete meaning, and the thought of which conjures unpleasant, but abstract images. Images of things that lurk in darkness, waiting to grab. Things that raise shivers and gooseflesh, that unwarranted need to scream your lungs for no explicable reason until they burst, that irrepressible feeling of a hand about to fall on your shoulder or to turn and see something in the window that you should not see—do not want to see, because it will drive you insane—that need to run, run, as if your life depended on it, when there is no perceptible threat. Worse are those that are neither true images nor feelings that can properly be assigned. The milky glow of unblinking red eyes under the bed and in the cupboard. What is under the bed or in the closet, and what is the shape behind those red eyes? 

A monster, maybe. A monster of the mind.

Age has no boundaries over such a plague. It ruins us in our childhood and terrorizes our old age. It clings to us with the arms of a desperate refugee and sucks us dry of our life force like a parasite. But what is it?

There have been many who would argue that the root of all terror is a fear of the unknown. And those names who side such a notion are such that I would not go straight out against, or even mention their names. Their popularity would instantly render them right against me before I can even state my point—

There you go again with that tittering laugh. 

—so I will not contradict them tonight. My only goal here is to open your eyes to another path that leads back to this same great. This same unknown. I am here simply to present another option to your sleepless nights filled with cold sweat and shivering blankets that aren't able to protect you in the way that they used to when you were eleven. I hope to open your eyes to the root of fear, and to show you, that as much as we may wish it to be, the thing is real. It is the shape behind the fantasy, the fact inside the fairytale. 

The crawling shape roaming unseen, large enough to cast shadows on whole cities yet go undetected as it lurks in dark hidden alleys. Lumpy, slimy, dragging its formless shape from place to place with painful slowness. But it hides a speed under all those folds of dripping flesh, a speed that strikes and bags you in a blink—head, toes, bait, line, and sinker—and you are dragged away into that place of forever. 

You need to swallow. That lump in your throat may swell and suffocate you. 

Knock! Knock!

Three

An eerie moment passes as the sound of the hollow knocking on my front door sinks in to its full reality. 

Honestly, I find it extremely odd. 

Who, or what, could be out knocking on a night like this? I would never answer such a knocking. But what would happen if I were to send you? 

Oh yes, the thought is delightful.

I can see you trotting to the door, dragging the bolt off the catch, turning the key and letting the tumblers of the lock fall back with the dull deep clang of bells falling in wells and dry bones rattling in restless closets. 

You grab the handle, push it down, then yank the spread of oak open to welcome in the storm and the night-caller on the doorstep.

Knock! Knock! Knock! 

There it is again. More forceful. More inviting. It's calling you, I joke, then laugh. Wants you to let it in. Your terror amuses me, and I laugh with true delight.

You say you do not want to go. You are afraid.

Afraid of what?

You don't what is outside the door, what might be waiting there for you on the drenched WELCOME mat, crooked footprints mapped out behind it on the porch, down the stairs, and through the mud that comes from the shadowy forest on the other side of the field. A forest that you would shudder to enter during the day at high noon, and this is your reason for that fear.

Pray tell, if you can, what is out there?

You say you do not know.

Then go look!

But you do not want to know.

I laugh. Deep, roaring laughter that shakes the house and silences the rain. For a moment, you forget even about the thing on the porch.

Wait...I raise a silencing hang...Do you hear that?

A quiet shuffling sound comes from the porch. Something is dragging itself across the wet boards of floor. Something large and heavy with a labored, crooked step. It's moving off the porch. The sound hesitates at the top of the stairs and your heart pauses with that hesitation. 

It lumbers down the steps, going away. 

Your hands fly to your mouth, covering the smile that is growing on it but not hiding the sheer joy in your eyes that erupts even as the silence settles in. You start to laugh a little. It starts with that same signature of nervousness, then progresses into something that is one-hundred-percent relief. 

I look at you and smile, not wanting to break the truth to you just yet. 

You look back at me, your laugh dying, but the smile burning like a torch; you tell me what a relief, you were so scared, what on earth was that, why did it leave, doesn't matter now, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone gone gone! 

Something taps the window behind you and you scream. 

The warm honey-wine in your hand falls, exploding the wineglass into a grenade of crystal and reddish-brown droplets.

The front door and porch are far away. Near enough to hear the knocking, but far enough for safety. You could escape away from the front door, if need be. But the window is in this room, nothing between you and it except for the high back of your leather seat and twenty feet of Persian carpet.

The tapping repeats.

Fear strangulates the scream in your throat. You are afraid to turn and look, terrified out of your mind of what you might see. Yet at the same time, you fear what may happen if you don't turn—that a hand would fall on your shoulder with cold grasping fingers and a grinning face above. You turn. 

You start to turn then shoot your head back to the front before you are allowed to see, your eyes pleading with me for an explanation or comfort. But there is none. I am, after all, here to test your limits. You feel that the thing can do me no harm, as if I was not really here, and these two realizations only catalyze your terror. 

I coax you to turn around, not to comfort you, but to see how far you can be pushed. When you are convinced that the curtains are drawn shut, you jerk your head around in tiny movements, like a robotic mime. As I promised you, the curtains are drawn shut.

So fling them open! 

Ha-ha! My laugher is real, deep, and unnerving. Real. 

Your mind takes a pause before lapsing into hyperdriven terror. You look back at me just before the lightning strikes and casts a silhouette against the back of the curtain. You do not see it. My eyes flicker to the image but it disappears. 

Your lips and face are drawn into a taut leathery line. Your teeth show, and you can't stop shivering. 

Go open the curtains. 

My smile returns. There is no compassion in that smile, only cold steel.

You beg me not to make you open the window, plead, you don't know what it is and don't want to don't want to, pleeeease!

But in truth, you do know. 

Yes, you are starting to understand.

Man's fears find their roots in the unknown and the things over which they have no comprehension or understanding. Such is the same with all living things. From the housecat who attacks its own reflection to the infant that smacks away at shadows. There are those that you do not understand, of whom the very thought spurs your mind into short-circuited panic, but the greatest fears are not the things of which we know. 

They say ignorance is bliss, and by God, those words are truth. 

The deepest veins of terror run in the flesh of not what we are uncertain, but what we know as fact. Things that our mind refuses to believe, things that we try with all we have to erase from our memory and knowledge and to drive out from our brain. Things that our mind dismisses as superstition or downright fantasy because if it accepted the truth, it would be destroyed. Things we cannot help encountering in those quiet moments when time seems to temporarily pause, when the air is as electric as a wired fence and every insignificant sound is amplified to the nth power. At times when the window between reality and madness is uncertain, and the gray area has never been so large. The white vanishes into the world of black, and yet it is not a smooth shining black of concrete fear, but the moldy melting gray of a rotting uncertainty that crumbles and shifts steadily into something else, and carries enough knowledge with it for your mind to regard as fact. There is too much there for it to be simply thrown out as a figment, and yet your soul screams at you from behind the bars of its helpless self-imprisonment not to believe such a thing, because such belief would mean its destruction. 

But when the door starts a-knocking and the window starts a-tapping, then it's time to leave the fireplace, baby. It's time to run. Time to run and scream, my dear, because the grabbing arms are on your trail. 

So says the prophet Bosch, anyway.

Lightning flashes once more behind you, casting a twisted shadow against the rough grain of the curtain. 

I didn't want to look, didn't want to see it...but I did. 

What's wrong, you ask.

Nothing...

A lump in my throat goes down with a heavy, frog-like gulp. My hand brings honey-wine to my lips and I sip it. Thunder booms. There is one more tap, and then a scraping sound of metal (I should have oiled those sliders) against metal. You're shaking in your seat but refuse to turn. 

Another flash, another glimpse, and this time my eye catches the image clearly. This time, there is no mistake. 

My confident smile drops.

This is wrong.

A gust of wind beats against the side of the house and the curtains blare open as it pours through the hole of window. You feel it hit your back and shoulders with an electrifying shock, but it is a long moment before the truth bolts into you. When it does, your eyes fling wide open like you had no eyelids. Your chair is rattling, your lips trembling, your face shivering. Wh...wh...what, you ask in terror. 

But you know that something opened the window.

There is a dull thud. The thud of something large, something wet, something large wet and hairy falling through an open window and onto a carpeted floor. 

A shuffling. 

I push myself to my feet, my eyes never leaving the thing that is dragging itself up to stand with thick, sluggish movement. Rain water drips from its oily skin and long matted hair, soaking puddles into the carpet. The sound of the falling droplets is audible. 

You continue to shake, unable to get control of your mind and turn around, much less get up from your chair and run. But that is good for me. If it gets you, perhaps it will forget about me.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Wasn't the plan! Something, somewhere, went horribly wrong. 

The thing (what thing?!) is in my house. I don't know what it is, and yet I do. It is the thing of my imaginations. The thing of my darkest fears and my most deeply ingrained terror. If I run now, I might make it. Run out of the lounge and across the hall. Fling the door open and dash across the porch. My Ford is parked in the driveway. Thankfully, its keys are in my jacket pocket. If I move now—

It stands all the way up and looks at me with silent maroon eyes that glow cigarette holes in the darkness behind you. The window slams back down with a bang. You jump again, still refusing to turn and look. I move and stand behind my chair, never taking my eyes off it. Your eyes are glued to mine.

It's been nice talking to you. Nice to meet you, but now I must (make a getaway!) take my leave. Goodnight.

I walk away from the table and chairs, moving to the door. The thing does not move and its eyes do not follow; the eyes are now on you. 

With the window shut, the sound of the wind is blocked out. You can hear its heaving breath as it shambles towards the back of your chair, limping unevenly on its dragging foot-things. 

I turn the handle of the door and exit. I do not need to see what will happen next because I know. In a way, that is why I called you here tonight. One reason, one frail slip of hope borne by my concrete mind, told me that there might still be a chance for redemption. That you might avert such awfulness, or at least attract it to yourself. The other reason, a reason I knew to be more true, proclaimed that my fate was sealed and inevitable. I would go down tonight—but at least this way I would not go alone.

At the last possible moment before the thing closes onto you, you turn your head and look. 

This is my nightmare, not yours. I know of it and have always known of it. You did too, but you refused to let yourself believe. And when I see your mouth and face stretch into an inaudible scream because sound refuses to come from your throat—like a rubber mask from a Wes Craven's slash film—I am not surprised. 

At the sight of the thing, your mind instantly snaps. Blood vessels exploding inside your brain, the optic nerve of one eye burning into blindness. 

One hand grabs your shoulder, the other skitters up the center of your back with prickling claws. You lock eyes with the red, glowing lights in its head and the thing grins at you. 

In that final sinking moment before your sanity flees forever into the hollows of those eyes, the last flicker of reason returns to your mind and your lungs and your voice with its final bolt of fear. The reality grips your heart with a steel fist and icy claws, and you scream with everything left inside you. You scream for all the terror you've bottled up since childhood, for the nights left shivering alone under thick blankets, for the forced showers when no one was home, hearing things in the pipes that could not have been air or moving water, for the shadows that have been living under your bed and in your drawers and wardrobe, hiding among the boxes of old forgotten toys and dark rows of clothes on hangers. You scream for the loss of sanity, scream because now you believe and it's too late, scream because the thing's hand is on your shoulder, his face above yours, and your mind is devoured. 

The thing continues its silent grin and you continue to scream. 




The Guest



You leap from your seat and run on loose, shaky joints of a string-cut marionette, still screaming. You don't know where you're going, your eyes still glued to the thing, arms flailing wildly in front of you. You run a circle round the room, crashing into the wine stool and fracturing your shin but not noticing, running with your arms out in front and your head turned back till you reach the door that leads out of this place, your screams trailing behind like streamers.

Maybe, you fantasize, he might let me join him in his truck! 

I cannot see what happens to you in reality, but in my mind's eye, the image is just as clear. It is what has happened to me a thousand times in those dreams that were more than just the product of an active mind in those long hours of night when sleep evaded me, and the only sound was the tripping of my own overdriven heartbeat.

The thing stays behind the chair as you dash out of the living room. 

I see it in my visions, as I always have. In a way, you also knew. 

With a blur of movement so fast you first think it's just the dancing shadows of the fireplace, something twitches in the corner of your eye. You drop the door handle as I open mine to the car, leaving it to dangle. The thing runs for you with that horrid limp, grinning wide, showing the endless black of its mouth, laughing, arms reaching out in front as if asking for a hug. An eternal embrace. It moves with an unnatural speed that would destroy your mind if it were not already crumbled. 

A long, final scream tears through your lips as the hand-things hold you close to that shaking, grinning face. The fingers go round your neck. Your scream mutates into an insane laugh. A laugh that keeps on going.

I sit in the driver's seat and slam the door shut. A push of a button and the doors are locked. But I know that will do me no good if the time comes that it is needed. A feeling of relief washes over me as I reach for my keys, sensing a last hope that I may be able to get away from all this after all. Far, far away, I still hear you laughing like you were shot full of a dentist's neurotoxin. My hands rummage unconsciously through my pockets. And come out of my jacket. 

Empty.

My heart does a double take at the realization. It burns. I can feel it pushing up into my throat. 

Outside the window, in the mud and the rain, I see the shining bunch of metal lying at the foot of the porch's stairs not more than fifty feet away. Alone. 

I can make it!

As I open the door, your laughing stops. Is stopped. 

I freeze first but force my body out of the car. Each drop of rain is a bead of ice. The door dangles behind me like a broken limb. Glass shatters from somewhere in the house. A window. I know it in the same way I know I will not escape this night. But I keep on trying anyway. The will to survive is the only thing stronger than fear, but it does not always come out victorious.

My legs find a strength I did not know they had, and they run to the porch, carrying my body with it. My eyes search for the slightest hint of movement as my legs piston forward without my control. My back bends and my hand snatches the keys from the mud. 

What if the car doesn't start?

I have no choice. I know I will never make it out there on foot. Not tonight, not any night. It has come for its master and creator.

I grip the keyring with a desperate strength and dash back to the car. I see no movement, but I can sense it. I can feel it moving. Feel it coming closer for me. Still, I run for the car door. Its panting breath might as well be roaring in my ear.

Almost there!

The thing is closer now, running madly through the mud and rain. Its shaggy fur matted to the skin like a carpet. There is red stickiness over most of its front. I reach my car and throw open the door, tumbling inside and pulling my legs in after. One hand slams the door, the other locks it. 

And then there is silence. The running, the hot breath of panting, the heavy limping footsteps. All gone.

A deep sigh of relief escapes my throat and I close my eyes for a generous moment, savoring the victory. 

The keyring is still in my hand. I can feel the comforting plastic head of the key that should drive into the ignition and speed me away from this nightmare. I hold it up as if to make sure that I have the right key. I do. But a sudden strangeness grips me at this new silence.

?

It stopped...because—

I ignore that frail voice of fading fear, that alien voice in my head. I lean forward to put the key into its slot and the scene leaps into my head:

Dashing out to get the key, leaving the (rain on the leather seats) door open. Getting the key. Running back through mud and rain with fear clinging to my back. Then, (oh God oh God) opening the door—

My heart stops but reality keeps on moving. That independent arm jerks and throws the keys on the floor near the brake pedal. I freeze, leaving the keys on the floor of my car, not bothering to pick them up. It would be no use. It stopped...because—

—because it is already here.

A large shape shifts forward in the shadows of the rear seat, and I scream one last time before the arms reach for me.

Four

Believe.

Or don't. 

Ahead is fear, cold and raw. A fear that will remain to grip and devour even if the closet doors are flung open and exposed to the light. A fear that will consume you in your bed, even as the blanket falls over your body and covers it in its protective shield. A blanket is more than just a metaphor; it is a concrete representation of all that stands for safety and wished reality and the very sanity of your mind. With the blanket, you are safe as Little Red Riding Hood in her grandmother's bedroom.

Exactly.

Because you refuse to believe and face it. 

Tonight, your other half sleeps beside you, but might as well be in another world. You are alone tonight. Awake, and alone. 

The thing from the closet steps out and leans over your face. 

Through clenched eyes, you can feel its shadow hanging over you. You refuse to open them, shivering under your false woolen security. As long as you do not see it, it cannot harm you.

But not tonight. Tonight is the night of reckoning when all that has been forced into the corner of disbelief will be revealed.

The blanket is torn from you with a ripping jerk. Beyond their own will, your eyelids fling open and are forced to stare into the shadow that stands hunched over you, tall thin and sharp. 

Your spouse sleeps on unaware. The ticking of your bedside clock is deafening. Then it stops, as if time has paused on this fateful night and left you out, stranded in this moment of eternity where things live and rule. Your lover might as well be dead. It is a wonder they do not turn over and breathe icy graveyard breath into the back of your neck. The hairs on your body prick. The thing standing over your bed twitches, but it never takes its eyes off you. 

In the foggy shadow of its shapeless head, a dark line spreads into a hollow grin. 

What is it waiting f—? 

Something moves under your bed.

Before your mind has time to comprehend the movement, to make reasoning or explanation for what that might or might not be, the thing leaning over your body falls onto you with reaching arms and a spreading face, the body behind you turns and hugs you with ropy gray arms and long nailed fingers. The wardrobe flings open, a flock of dark laughing coat-things race out, and cold hands reach out from under the bed to grab your ankles. 

Five

So far, I have done my best. I have shown you the path, but you must talk the first step to walk it.

If you're ready, let's journey into the waiting land ahead. It's easy. I don't promise you will return the same, or return at all, but I guarantee a ride you won't forget. 

All you have to do is take my hand, walk with me, and believe.

*

Jesse De Rozario

Singapore, November 2003

Copyright © 2003 De Rozario Jesse

All rights reserved.



The Guest



It's a balmy August night in the city, the kind where you try getting away with as little clothing as possible. The air conditioning in the restaurant is going full-blast, and I can see your nipples harden through your barely-there sundress, a series of goose bumps forming along your perfect, alabaster skin. Because we are waiting for the guest you've invited, I fight the urge to lean over the table and kiss the ones where your neck and shoulder meet. 

You can tell I'm nervous, and soon I feel a reassuring, finely manicured hand on my knee. I feel hot for a second again, getting warmer as it slides upward, and finally your index finger is teasing my lips. I moisten so quickly, I smile and look down into my drink. 

"Good girl," you whisper, your full, blood-red lips widening into a grin. "No panties, just like he asked."

Your finger is inside me when he walks in, tall and gorgeous just like you said he was, and I twitch around you. Across the crowded room, your eyes lock with his, and I watch you withdraw your finger and bring it up to your tongue. I know instantly that this was also done upon his request. 

He walks to our table, kisses you on the cheek, then takes my hand. Instead of shaking it, he circles my wrist, rubbing little circles at the pulse point, sending a shock through my arm, ending between my legs. He asks if we are ready to go, and you nod. He drops a pile of bills on the table for the check, and before I know it, one of his hands is at my elbow and the other is on your high, round ass, ushering us outside.

Back in the heat, I feel my skin dampen. He hails a cab and soon we're piling into the back seat, and he props me partially onto his lap for a better fit. Mesmerised, I watch a single drop of sweat drop from your chin into your cleavage. He watches me watching you, touching my bare shoulder.

"Go ahead," he says, softly yet authoritatively. "Clean her up."

I look into his steel-blue eyes, and I want nothing more than do to exactly what he wants. One glance at your beautiful face tells me you want it, too. I run my tongue slowly between your soft breasts, tasting and smelling your salty sweetness. Instantly, I feel him stiffen against my back. 

"Can you feel that," he asks in my ear. "Spread your legs and kiss her." 

I do as I'm told, sucking lightly on your tongue and parting my legs for his two, thick fingers. Thankfully, I'm wet enough to receive them, though something tells me he wouldn't have taken no for an answer, anyway. In this small, enclosed space, I can smell your arousal, mixed in with our perfumes and my own musk. He begins to thrust his fingers deeper into me as I make my way from your mouth to your neck, biting you playfully here and there. We continue like this for several blocks, until he tells you to show us your pussy. You break away, obliging him, revealing a sweet, pink slit already glistening with your juices.

"You want to taste that, don't you?" He whispers. "Look at how perfect she is." Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust of fingers inside me, ending in his thumb on my clit. I'm so charged, after three simple strokes and the sight of you open and ready for my tongue, I come, shivering through the heat, feeling a bit like a puppet on his lap. He can make us do whatever he wants us to do.

Finally, we're in front of the hotel, my first steps a bit weak from the journey. In the elevator on the way to the top suite, he lifts your skirt, sinks to his knees and teases you open again. Your green eyes roll upwards, a small moan escaping your mouth. You reach out and dig your nails into my forearm, and I know that you're well on your way. Then, all of a sudden, he gets back to his feet, wraps his strong arm around my waist, and plunges his tongue into my mouth, leaving one hand between your legs. I hear you shudder against him as I suck you off his tongue, squeezing your hand and feeling the current between us grow stronger. I want you, I want him. I want him inside you.

Once in the suite, he looks us both up and down, a small smile on his face.

"Undress, both of you," he says. You and I exchange an excited glance. "Now." 

We stand together, our warm skin touching, while he takes us in. "Turn around so I can look at you," he commands, and we obey. I can almost feel his eyes resting on the cleft of my ass, the moving on to yours, noticing the spread of freckles on the smooth skin just above. I think about the many, many times I have kissed those freckles while pleasuring you with my fingers, or our toys, and I desperately want him to direct us to the bed.

He walks to the bar, retrieving an ice cube from the bucket, and passes it to you. "It looks as though she needs cooling off," he whispers. "I want you to make her comfortable while I watch."

I lay on the enormous bed, waiting for you. I feel your long, dark hair sweep along my breasts as you put the ice cube in your mouth and kiss me very lightly on the lips. The cold water mixed with your saliva sends a shiver up my spine, and you run your lips down, down, past my neck, and over my nipples, which respond immediately, becoming hard. Soon, the ice cube has melted, but you still suck and bite at them, a move you know sends me into fits. Instinctively, I grab your hand and guide it towards my warm, open slit, needing to feel your expert fingers on my clit.

"Not yet," I hear from the corner of the room. I look up to see he has unbuttoned his pants, revealing a raging erection. He is big, a treat for us, as you had explained earlier. I watch him stroke himself as he stares at your perfect, apple-shaped ass. Our eyes meet for just a moment, and he tells you to make me come with your mouth.

You slide your tongue from my nipples, over my stomach and soon it is lapping at my lips, flitting over them and driving me wild. I watch him approach you, lick his fingers and insert them into your tight, wet hole. I feel your head tense a bit, your tongue frozen for the second of first impact, then continuing to ravage me, poking in and out of my cunt and slowly making its way towards my growing clit.

The harder he pokes you, the more intensely you suck my button, and when he finally slides his huge, engorged cock into you from behind, you bite down slightly in pleasure and surprise. I have never come so quickly before. I shake and moan, as I watch him grab a handful of your ass and spank it, encouraging you further. My clit is so sensitive that you know to start again slowly, small rings around my lips with the occasional flick against it. 

"It's your turn now," he says into your neck, withdrawing himself. You and I switch places, my juices running down my leg as I assume the position. I bury myself in your beautiful box as I feel his hard-on slide easily into my pussy. He is large, but I am so switched on that I'm growing wetter and wetter. I clench around his shaft, feeling your hands push down on my head, your fingers tangling themselves in my hair. 

"She tells me that you like a cock in your ass," he says after a few minutes of pounding me. I moan my agreement while clamping your clit between my lips and blowing, riding your orgasm out. "You're too excited...I think I'm going to have to do it."

And then he's inside my tight hole, slamming into my ass, reaching around and fingering me at the same time. I didn't think it was possible, but I come yet again—the combination of his dick, his fingers and your delicious pussy sending me over the edge. I can't help but scream out, earning a smile from you since I am usually so quiet. Seeing me that excited makes you delirious as well, and I feel you spasm and contract around my lips and tongue again.

He orders us both on our backs, telling us he wants us both covered in his cum. He smacks me once on the ass as he stops drilling me. We comply, side by side, as he leans over us, stroking himself in quick, short motions. Seconds later, he spurts his warm, white cum in two waves—one on my tits and one on yours. He takes his hands and rubs it slowly and methodically over our nipples.

"Now kiss," he says, leaving the bed, and returning to the chair in the corner. You smile at me, seeing the mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy on my face. I thank you silently with my eyes, for bringing him to us and realizing yet another fantasy. 

As I open my mouth for you, I can't help but think about our guest, and when he'll be visiting us again. 



The Guest



Paul and I have been married almost twenty years. I'm not sure if he's ever fooled around, but eight years ago, I had a lover. I'm sure he suspected it, but I never admitted it. The sex was great but I had to end it when I discovered that I was pregnant with Paul's baby.

For the last year or so, my sexual desires have blossomed and I have fantasies about men from work and others who I know. Paul sometimes isn't enough to satisfy all that's built up. 

Recently, one of Paul's friends came over to our house and asked Paul if he could "hang out" until he got things straightened out with the divorce from his second wife. Matt has the reputation of being a ladies man and got caught in bed with other women during each marriage – I never said he was smart.

Matt is quite handsome, I think he knows this, and has worked out giving his body a more muscular appearance. He often brags to Paul that he's had quite a few women. I truly believe that he has.

Paul said he could stay, which prompted an argument between us later that night. "Let his mother take him back," I protested, "Oh, I forgot she won't have him either!" I'd overheard him telling Paul that his mother booted his ass out of her house when she found out he was bringing women home with him and having wild sex all night. It was so loud that she couldn't sleep.

I was concerned about him keeping his cock in his own pants and didn't think our seven year old daughter would like seeing him hammering some tramp in our living room.

The long and short of it was, Paul had told him he could stay and I didn't agree, but there was little I could say or do. I did tell Paul to tell his buddy that we won't tolerate the things he's bragging about!

Paul claimed he would talk to him about the conditions and proceed to snuggle up to let me know he wanted sex. I was a little horny also, and after a few minutes of foreplay, he was ready to satisfy his sexual urge.

Just then, there were soft knocks at the door and a little voice called out, "Mom, I can't sleep," Our daughter slowly opened the door.

"I've got to get up early," I reminded Paul, "You'll have to sit up with her. Michelle wouldn't go to sleep if she knew we were upstairs, leaving her downstairs alone. Paul took her back downstairs and put her back in bed. 

I fell asleep almost immediately, but woke up at about 11:00, horny as hell! I'd been dreaming about getting laid by a couple of the men I work with and I was really hot!

My mind wouldn't rest! I heard Michelle come out of her room again and Paul snarled, "Just get back to bed and go to sleep so I can get some sleep too!"

I thought, "Damn! I can't wait any longer" and took my already soaked panties off and slid my hands between my legs, sliding my fingers up and down and back and forth. At first gently and then hard and fast! 

With my eyes closed, I fantasize that I'm on the top of a co-workers desk and he's fingering me wildly! My back arches so high and my mind drifts to different fantasies! 

I can't get satisfied!

I think about another co-worker. We're on the top of a desk, again, but soon get down to the floor. I'm working my fingers faster and harder, but still can't get there! With my eyes closed, my mind wanders to too many men and I can't finish myself off!

So I try to go back to sleep and can't "Shit!" I curse.

Finally, about 12:30, Paul comes up to bed and is shocked that I was still awake, squirming on the bed! "You promised me a tongue lashing tonight! Get to it!" I demanded.

Paul about shit! I lifted my oversize tee shirt and he dove between my thighs . He worked my pussy with his tongue and a couple of fingers, "My God! You're so hot!" He gets his tongue working the folds of my pussy and his fingers are jabbing into me harder and harder.

My mind wanders to yet another co-worker and I really let go! I almost squeeze Paul's face with my thighs as I scream and have a great orgasm! 

Then I reach down and grab his face, "Now fuck me, you son of a bitch! Fuck me hard!"

He pushes me over on my face, raises my ass in the air and starts ramming me from behind while I keep rubbing my pussy with my fingers. I'm still on fire and I know Paul is sweating from my heat and is working so hard to satisfy me.

He drove harder and faster, my face deep into the pillow, muffling my moans and groans. God, it felt good!

Then he flipped me over on my back and fucked me as hard as he's ever done! My fingers digging into his back as we both came, groaning loudly. 

After a couple of minutes, Paul pulls out, rolls over and goes to sleep. 

I can't believe it! I'm still hot! I still need more. I grab Paul's cock and jerk it, lick it and suck it! 

Nothing's happening! 

"Shit!" I'm still so hot I'd fuck anything in pants!

I go downstairs and try to call a co-worker's voice mail to leave a hot sexy message while I work my pussy with my fingers again. It's not working as I can't talk loud enough to keep the damn recording going.

Suddenly, Candi, Matt's latest bitch comes up from the basement. She mumbles something as she walks by me, naked, to go to the bathroom.

I smell marijuana and figure they must be smoking down there but my need for sex has me fingering my pussy again.

"What you doing?" she stammers back from the bathroom.

"Can't sleep," I realize I've still got two fingers stuffed up my pussy.

"Why don't you join us?" she offers heading back down the stairs.

I'm not sure what part of my mind thought that joining them might help me, but I follow this tart down the stairs.

Matt is naked, sprawled in the middle of the floor on the big oval rug. As I got closer, I see Matt's glassy eyes and , whoa! He has the thickest cock I've ever seem, outside of a porn movie! His broad shoulders and muscular frame mean nothing right now. This man has a crowd pleasing cock! 

I can't take my eyes off it and Candi sees this, "Looks good, doesn't it? Climb on it," she laughs, "He's gone and won't remember in the morning!" She added, "Hell, he won't remember in five seconds!"

Candi curled up on the couch and seemed to nod off right away. I'm getting hotter by the second!

"Oh, my!" I know that I still needed some more cock! I hate this guy because he uses women! I can't believe it! I stare at his cock and it's just hard enough to be used!

I finger myself harder and move over him. I grab a shirt and toss it over his face, "I can't watch his face!" I summarize, "I need a fuck, but I can't look at him!" 

I ease down over the thick cock until the swollen bulbous head is starting into my pussy. My fingers grab the thick shaft and guide it. It's a little soft, but it's so thick! God, I'm almost ready to cum again!

Down I go, his semi erect cock bends a little but reacts to my hand jerking on it and starts to swell!

He mutters something that sounds like Candi's name, and is completely out of it. I like it this way and discover that my jerking on him has worked him to what seems to be a full erection and my wet pussy is taking him inside. 

"Oh!" This feels so good! I gasp as I sit on him, his entire thick cock is inside me and I feel full!

I slowly raise up and drop down. Again I do it, a little faster and a little harder. Again and again, up and down I move, His cock feels so good! My fingers squeeze my hard nipples through my tee shirt and with my eyes closed, I'm in heaven.

Now I'm really slamming down on him, his cock fills me to the brim and I feel like I'm about ready to have another orgasm! I stifle my groans but want to yell! 

I'm still jumping his cock. I cum! I'm not sure if I'm better or worse as I have after shocks so vivid, I think I'll faint!

With what I was doing, I lost track of Candi who was now moving the shirt off Matt's face and she slapped her pussy on his lips.

I dismounted and scampered upstairs as she swallowed Matt's cock, covered with my juices.

I ran back up to the bedroom and grabbed Paul's cock and worked it in my mouth until it came back to life. 

Paul's eyes crack open to me saying, "Fuck me!"

I rolled over on my face again, Paul raised my ass in the air and his cock, two of his fingers and two of mine fucked my stretched, soggy pussy one more time!

Paul just collapsed when I screamed into the pillow.



The Guest



She was a cyber slut junkie and she knew it. She just couldn't help talking nasty in chat rooms, teasing and taunting as many men as possible, even sending naked pictures of herself with fingers and toys hungrily shoved into her cunt. She loved having them cum on her nude and naughty photos, and then getting the pictures back with their cocks and cum next to her naked body. She often fantasized about really having sex with someone (just to see if she could handle it).

Her husband couldn't possibly satisfy her need for attention and extramarital sex. In fact she loved showing off her tiny little engagement ring and wedding band as she fingered her cunt for strange men to watch. The fact was her husband encouraged her to be extra friendly with other men and even wanted her to wear slutty clothesin public and maybe even get a little on the side!

 Then one day her husband brought home one of his friends who had just separated from his wife. She was immediately attracted to him and wanted to soothe him and make him feel better after being left alone like that, but she didn't know exactly what to do and decided to let him make the first move. Well after a week things had become pretty routine and the guest had managed to do a lot of things to help around the house when she noticed something odd; Someone had been going through her panties and bras. Naturally she suspected their guest, but stranger still was that it didn't seem to bother her, in fact she thought it quite delightful that someone would appreciate her panties that much.

And this is where the fun began; she decided to leave a note for her new found panty admirer, she wrote " Dear sir I thank you for taking the time to admire my panties and if you want to borrow them you may, I only ask that you would take only one pair and not keep them indefinitely, but leave them on the washing machine, do to the fact that they are not cheap and can be washed and re-used by myself after you are through with them." Her thoughts of their gentleman friend/guest using her panties to touch his cock and maybe even cum on, drove her crazy with desire.

She allowed this sharing to go on for some time, finding a different pair of "soiled" panties on her washing machine about every other day, she loved it! She imagined him wrapping the panties around his cock and forcing his cum through he material right where her pussy normally be pressed. What she decided she really wanted was to watch him do it, to see his rock hard cock pulse behind the fabric and soak through, first with pre cum and then with a full load. But she needed a plan.

And

Her plan was this; let her supply of fresh panties run out, so that he would become desperate and have to ask for a pair. Then make out like she was in a big hurry and let him use the ones she was wearing, on one condition, only if he would take care of it right then and there, in front of her.

She stood behind her bathroom door putting on makeup and getting ready to impress her new friend, her husband had left for work and it had been three days since any fresh panties had been available to their guest. She had made it a point to tell their guest (during dinner one night) to let her know if there was anything he needed, not specifically mentioning the panties of course but letting him figure out that one.

Then she heard the rustling in the bedroom and she knew he was looking in her drawers and finding nothing.

She spoke out loud saying again "let me know if you need anything."

He responded "there is one thing I could use if you wouldn't mind." 

"What's that hun" she replied from behind the door." 

"Um uh you wouldn't have some underwear I could borrow would you." 

"Well" she said "that depends, are you going to wear them or just use them for     a moment." 

"Uh" he stuttered "I probably just need them for a minute." 

"OK" she said as she opened the door (dressed only in her black lacy bra, garter belt panties and heels.She quickly removed her panties, handing them to him but not letting go for a moment as he attempted to snatch them and walk away; 

" No!" she said "come in here and do whatever you are going to do right here, and give them back to me so I can finish getting ready."

Now she was getting excited, by taking control and ordering him to play with her panties right in front of her she felt powerfull and wonderful and turned back to the mirror where she could continue with her makeup and still keep an eye on her guest as he fumbled with his pants while trying to turn away and watch her at the same time. As he attempted to jack off on her panties it was obvious that he was uncomfortable and having a little trouble, (as she had expected he would,)

but what she really wanted was to see his cock wrapped up in her panties and watch him jack off in themwatch him do it so she said in a stiff voice, "look hun if you need a little help come over here and let me help you get this done so I can have my panties back." 

He turned around slowly and revealed to her is panty wrapped cock as she had requested. She was very impressed with his size and how his cock did a nice job of filling her panties. 

"Look" she said "I have an idea leave your cock in my panties and stick the whole package in my mouth and maybe you can hurry a little, OK?" 

With this she let him shove his panty wrapped cock into her mouth and did her best to soak the panties with her saliva and suck on the underlying member. She could feel his erection pulsing inside the lacy wad and taste the pre cum as it seeped through the thin venire. She gurgled guttural sounds as if to urge him to hurry while he continued to swell and pulse to a grand crescendo. Finally he exploded with cum and pumped juicy sperm right through the panties onto her tongue and throat. She could taste his salty cum mixed with her own cunt juices while she sucked hungrily on the panty wrapped cock.

"Thank you" she said politely as she unwrapped the still swollen cock to retrieve her panties and proceed to put them on (still wet) and finish her makeup. "Just let me know if you need any more help from now on" she told her guest as she ushered him out the bathroom door. 

"see you later and have a nice day" she said as he thanked her and gathered up his trousers and headed for the door. She was still trembling with desire as she made plans for how she would set up the next scenario for her and her new guest friend! Maybe she would even let him fuck her. But for now she would let him return to playing with her panties on the sly. 



The Guest



The last thing that Olivia had wanted this weekend was a guest. Not that she had anything important planned. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She had absolutely nothing planned for the entire week. No class, no work, no friends trying to talk her into going to the club to pick up guys. For the first time in almost a year she was going to have a week to herself just to be alone in peace and quiet and her fucking best friend had to go and ruin it by getting evicted.

Not that it was really Penny's fault. Her troubles with her landlord were almost the stuff of legend in their small circle of friends. He was one of those overbearing asses who seemed to feel that he had the right to treat his tenants like unruly serfs instead of people who paid him good money just to have a place to sleep that was protected from the elements. He had a nasty habit of showing up when Penny was at work and just letting himself in. That was how he'd discovered that his pretty, young tenant kept more than panties in her panty drawer, namely a bong and a half-ounce of green bud.

Of course Penny could have called a lawyer and tried to see if she could've fought the eviction or even called the cops, but after realizing her landlord was rifling through her panty drawer and that the cops weren't exactly what you'd call drug friendly she decided to cut her loses and just bail. Olivia didn't really spite her for that. Frankly, she would've done the same thing in her place. She just wished she could've found somewhere else to stay.

But it was too late to complain now. Penny was here and there really wasn't anywhere else for her to go besides her parent's house and Olivia wouldn't wish that on her worst enemy. She'd only gone back to her parent's house to live once after leaving for college. As far as she was concerned Christmas, thanksgiving and her mom's birthday were more than enough. Not that she hated her parents. She just enjoyed her freedom.

So here they were sitting on the couch smoking a bong and watching a Wes Anderson movie laughing their asses off. Penny was doing her best to forget about her asshole landlord while Olivia just thanked god silently that at least Penny had been able to keep her weed. If she couldn't be alone at least she could be high.

Besides the weed Penny was at least good for a decent conversation. Unlike most of her friends Penny was neither a boring pedantic bitch nor some dumb slut who only thought about boys and the wonderful things they laid between their legs. She may have been a little flaky, but she was at least reasonably well balanced. Best of all she was funny. Especially when Olivia was high.

Not that their conversation was all that interesting. Mainly they just discussed the constant drag that was their sophomore year of college.

"So what do you think of Professor Grissom?" Penny asked as she packed another bowl.

"Ugh," Olivia said as she lay back against the couch and closed her eyes, "I try not to. He's such an ass."

"Told you," Penny said before lighting the bong and taking a hit.

"I know, I know, but I also know I need that fucking credit if I ever plan on getting my degree," Olivia took the bong as it was offered to her and took a big hit while Penny slowly exhaled a thick cloud into the already smoky living room.

"That sucks," Penny replied casually as she waited for Olivia to pass back the bong, "I'm guess I should be glad I'm going for an art major instead of psyche. I only took his course for the hell of it. Hell, you're going to have him again later aren't you?"

"Don't remind me," Olivia replied after she blew out a large cloud of pollution, "I almost wish I'd taken the scholarship state had offered me now." "I'm insulted, Olivia!" Penny said in mock anger, "If you'd gone to state we'd never have met. Don't I mean anything to you?"

Olivia chucked a bottle cap at Penny's head for being melodramatic. Penny ducked like a good pothead, quickly with more emphasis on keeping the bong upright than on protecting her own skin. Olivia laughed for no real reason besides it felt good.

Penny and Olivia talked for a long time about nothing in particular as Penny packed bowl after bowl into her bong. Olivia quickly forgot her bitterness at the intrusion as they continued to just have fun simply hanging out.

In her haze she realized that she actually missed just hanging out like this. Now days if she had the time to hangout it was spent at bars or clubs instead of just sitting back and relaxing, doing absolutely nothing and loving every wasted second. She knew Penny did this all the time. That was probably why out of all of Olivia's friends Penny was the most laid back.

She was also the prettiest with her shoulder length black hair usually kept tied back in a ponytail or a messy bun or something atop of a pretty face with large, dark eyes above a perfect nose and a small mouth surrounded by thin, but not non-existent lips. Nothing spectacular, but alluring just the same. Her body was nothing to be ashamed of either. Not exactly the body that every girl died for with her smallish breasts and narrow hips. Penny was almost boyish, like a waif model, but it worked for her.

Olivia was actually pretty similar in build, except for her more womanly hips and her slightly larger breasts. Her skin was also darker than Penny's and her hair was almost blonde, but not quite. It had been for a while and she'd been told she looked good as a bleached blonde hussy, but she just let it grow back out and never bothered to go to the trouble of dying it again. Her face was a little rounder, her lips a bit more pronounced and her eyes a little smaller and definitely lighter. Pale blue, the kind of eyes that are almost impossible to read.

Of course, Olivia would never admit to Penny that she thought she was attractive. Not that she was ashamed or anything. She just valued her friendship too much. Olivia had her fair share of sexual experiences with girls, but so far they had all been just one-nightstand type affairs. She liked to consider it just fun, but lately she'd begun to wonder if she might actually be more than a little bisexual. A series of failed relationships with men and the fact that she found herself more and more drawn to other women were just part of the equation. It was something deeper, something she didn't quite want to get into, but something she secretly knew she'd have to deal with at some point.

"Hello? Olivia? Anyone home?" Penny said as she held the bong in front of her. Olivia shook her head a little as if shaking away a fog as she realized she'd been caught zoning out.

"Sorry, did you ask me something?" Olivia said as she took the bong and smiled sheepishly at Penny's slightly mocking look.

"Yeah," Penny said as she scooted into the corner of the couch as she pointed to the television with her thumb, "Want to watch another movie?"

"Um, what time is it?" Olivia asked as she searched her pockets for her lighter. She stopped when it landed in her lap. "Thanks."

"No problem," Penny said with a giggle at how baked Olivia was, "It's only eleven."

"What do you have? All I have is this Rushmore and the Big Lebowski unless you brought your VCR over. Mine's busted."

"Blah," Penny replied as she swatted the air in the direction of her boxes in the spare bedroom/ junk room/ office where Olivia had told her to put whatever she didn't feel safe with putting in storage. It had turned out to be not that much, but Olivia had still been pissed at the time. "I don't feel like digging it out. I do have some DVD's in my backpack though. How about some mindless stupidity?"

"Sounds perfect," Olivia said as she slowly exhaled a big hit. With that Penny rolled over and got on her knees as she reached over the edge of the couch to rifle through her backpack giving Olivia a perfect view of her little apple butt. Olivia couldn't help herself as she gawked like a horny teenage boy at the cutest butt she'd seen in awhile. Dirty thoughts suddenly sprang to surface that in Olivia's stoned state she was both unable and unwilling to suppress.

"Like the view?" Penny said catching Olivia off guard as she smiled at her over her shoulder. Olivia had the decency to blush as she attempted to sputter out an excuse. Penny just laughed her off and told her to shut up and take another hit as she got up to put the DVD in. Olivia did as she was told as she tried to regain control of her libido.

As she exhaled Penny walked up to her and held out her hand for the bong as she smiled wickedly at Olivia. Olivia returned the smile weakly still feeling a little embarrassed and confused. As far as she knew Penny was straight. While Olivia was happy that Penny obviously wasn't offended by her lapse she had to wonder why and secretly she hoped she knew the answer.

The movie started as the girls cashed the bong, but Olivia had a hard time caring. She didn't even notice what movie it was, as she was lost in her thoughts. She almost didn't hear Penny ask her if what was okay if she stretched out a bit.

"Hey!" Penny said as she snapped her fingers playfully trying to get Olivia off of her cloud.

"Oh, yeah, go ahead, sorry," Olivia responded as she broke away from her thoughts enough to turn and answer with a smile.

"Gracias," Penny replied as she stretched out on the long sofa before chiding her benefactor, "You keep zoning out and I'll cut you off, missy."

"Go ahead," Olivia replied casually, "I'm already stoned out of my gourd. I haven't been this high since my graduation party."

"Ah, poor thing," Penny teased as she placed her feet on Olivia's lap with a giggle. Olivia giggled herself as she pushed Penny's feet away only to find them instantly replaced. They playfully fought for a few minutes until Olivia finally threw up your hands in defeat.

"Don't be a poor host. You said I could stretch out. You can't take it back now" Penny teased. Olivia was definitely getting the feeling she was being flirted with. She only hoped she wasn't misreading the situation in her stoned state because she was seriously considering the possibility.

After a little more teasing the girls seemed to settle back and watch the movie, but Olivia soon found herself distracted by the cute pair of feet resting on her lap. At first she just casually allowed her arms to rest on Penny's calves and ankles. After awhile Penny's cute, little toes just seemed to call to her fingers and found her unable to resist.

"That tickles," Penny giggled as Olivia absent-mindedly toyed with her toes causing Olivia to stop and remove her hands with an apology. Penny protested, "I didn't say stop, but if you're going to touch them you might as well give them a nice rub."

"Oh, I don't know…" Olivia started only to be interrupted by Penny.

"Please? You know you want to," Penny pleaded. When Olivia still looked apprehensive Penny decided to a trade was in order. "If you do me I'll do you. I'm real good." She sounded perfectly pathetic. Olivia had no choice really. Besides, she did want to touch those perfect feet.

Olivia swung her legs up onto the couch and sat cross-legged with her back against the armrest. She guided Penny's feet back into her lap before getting to work. Luckily for Penny Olivia was quite the expert with foot massages. She had no real technique to speak of, but she definitely had the touch. Penny's soft moans of approval served as a testament to that.

Olivia took her time working her magic on Penny's feet getting off on Penny's little cooing moans of approval. Her thumbs, her fingers, the palms of her hands all did their part to help put Penny into almost comatose state. The urge to kiss them, to suck on Penny's cute, little toes was almost too much for Olivia.

"God," Penny said in a sleepy voice as Olivia switched feet, "You should do this for a living."

"Thanks," Olivia said quietly, almost in a whisper.

"No really," Penny continued dreamily, "I love getting my feet rubbed. Too bad you aren't a guy. I'd totally fuck you."

"Well, I have a vibrator in my room," Olivia said without thinking as she work on Penny's heel and then froze once she realized what she'd said. She almost apologized until Penny laughed softly

"I may have to borrow it later," Penny said with her eyes closed and big smile on her face. Olivia was beginning to think that sleeping with Penny might be actually be possible. She decided to test the waters some as she continued her gentle assault on Penny's feet.

"I also have strap-on," she said with a smile. Penny opened up one eye and stared quizzically at Olivia. Olivia quickly realized how that must have sounded. She'd actually meant it to be subtle, but apparently she was incapable of that at the moment. For a moment she considered running into her room and hiding as well as swearing off pot for the rest of her life until Penny surprised her yet again.

"It's not nice to tease, Olivia," Penny said the smile returning to her face. Olivia smiled as well as she kept at her work. She decided to push a little more.

"Who said I was teasing?" She said in a low voice as she guided Penny's foot up to her mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the sole of Penny's foot. Penny's eyes shot open in an instant, but Olivia didn't notice. Her eyes were closed as she placed yet another kiss a little higher on Penny's sole.

Penny was shocked, but said nothing as Olivia's tongue gently licked the bottom of her foot. She only scooted a little closer to make it easier for Olivia to continue her unusual attentions on her foot. Olivia's eyes opened slowly as she felt Penny shift. Penny simply smiled at her a little apprehensively until Olivia took her big toe in her warm, wet mouth.

Penny cooed again and shut her eyes to the pleasure Olivia was giving her simply by kissing and sucking on her feet. She had her fair share of foot massages and giving them as well, but she'd never had anyone do this. As Olivia's tongue teasingly insinuated it's way between her toes before taking a few more into her mouth Penny found herself regretting that.

"God, that feels fucking awesome," Penny said as she squirmed under Olivia's attentions. Olivia just moaned in response and smiled to herself when Penny's hands began tentatively teasing her own nipples through her t-shirt.

She worked her back down Penny's sole with a slow, methodic patience kissing, sucking and licking every sensitive inch of Penny's beautiful, neglected feet. Both girls' eyes were locked on each other as their mutual arousal built. The fact that neither had planned on going this path together somehow made it all the more erotic.

There was still some fear in Penny's eyes, but it was quickly fading as she realized that even though she hadn't consciously desired this she certainly didn't want it to end now. If Olivia could make her feel this good just by kissing her feet and sucking on her toes she couldn't wait to found out what she could do on other parts of her anatomy. The mere thought of the possibility of Olivia's tongue in her mouth, on her breasts and in her pussy made her wetter than she'd been in months.

Olivia's kisses slowly moved away from Penny's feet down her ankle to her smooth calves. Penny scooted even closer until she almost sitting in Olivia's lap to allow her better access. Penny was simply astounded at how good it felt to have Olivia kissing the back of her knee. Her hands were quickly moving downward away from her breasts down to her center. Olivia watched eagerly as Penny's hands found their way into her shorts.

Almost reluctantly Olivia ceased her attentions on Penny's knee. Penny's groan of disapproval quickly turned positive once she realized that Olivia was only being thorough by making sure she took care of Penny's other lovely foot. As the sweet seduction began anew Penny's fingers found their way to her poor, throbbing clit.

"Fuck," Penny grunted when she penetrated herself with her long, thin fingers, "What are you doing to me?" Olivia only chuckled before taking Penny's toes in her mouth again. She was determined to keep this torture going until Penny was beyond logic, beyond lust. She wanted to make Penny her own.

Patiently working her magic on Penny's left foot, down her ankle, down her calf, Olivia could smell the sweet, musky odor of Penny's arousal and it only made her want Penny more. Her own arousal was beginning to exert itself, but she kept herself under control. The sight of Penny slowly, but surely bringing herself to orgasm was almost too much though. The way her face contorted and the sound of her pants were such beautiful things.

Kissing the back of Penny's knee again brought a glorious response. Penny shivered almost as if she had a mini orgasm. It was so alluring Olivia had to know what a real one looked like.

"Scoot up," She said as she guided Penny's leg to her side and reached up to grab the sides of Penny's shorts. Penny almost shook as Olivia spoke, but did as she was told once she realized what was most likely coming next. As Penny scooted one way Olivia pulled the other and Penny was quickly naked from the waist down.

"So beautiful," Olivia whispered as she reached out and touched Penny's wet swollen sex with her hand. Penny just squirmed and whimpered while Olivia gently explored her slick folds avoiding her friend's clit. She whimpered again when Olivia stopped.

"Don't worry, baby," Olivia chuckled as she stood and undid her pants allowing them to fall to the floor before quickly removing her shirt, "I just need to get out of these clothes. Do me a favor and sit up."

Penny did as she was asked and Olivia helped her out of her shirt. Olivia held out her hand and Penny gladly accepted it only to be pulled to her feet and guided to Olivia's bedroom twenty feet away. When they reached the bed Olivia sat down on the edge and patted the middle of mattress with a smile urging Penny to lie down. Suddenly, nervous Penny stood there for a second.

"It's okay," Olivia said still smiling, "I won't bite too hard unless you want me to." Penny laughed despite herself, but she was still feeling nervous about taking this to the next level. She knew she was being silly. She'd already gone farther than she'd ever thought possible with another girl let alone Olivia. There was just something she had to know before she took the plunge.

"Have you ever done this before?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Well, yeah," Olivia said kind of thrown back by Penny's sudden change of mood, "Many times. I thought you knew… Have you?"

"No," Penny said in the same quiet voice. Penny suddenly seemed like a scared little girl. Olivia almost felt bad for trying to seduce her, but something inside her told her that even though Penny seemed scared now that she really wanted to keep going. She just needed some reassurance.

"Do you want to?" Olivia asked hoping she knew the answer already. When Penny nodded Olivia got back and stood in front of her placing her hands around her face gently stroking her soft skin. "Then let's do it. I promise you'll like it." With that she kissed Penny's forehead slowly, sensually.

Looking Penny in the eyes she saw desire again. Slowly she kissed her again this time on her soft, thin lips. Penny responded instantly, her hands finding their way around Olivia's warm body pulling her closer. Olivia's lips parted and her tongue came out to ease its way between Penny's lips. Penny's lips parted as she accepted Olivia's kiss.

Tongue slid against tongue as hands explored soft skin, the small of the back, soft butt cheeks and the valley between them, shoulders and everything in-between. The kiss deepened and soft moans filled the room.

Penny's momentary doubts vanished as quickly as they'd appeared. She didn't even think of resisting when Olivia broke the kiss and guided her onto to the bed. She just lay on her side waiting for Olivia to join her, which she did without pause and they were instantly locked in another embrace laying face to face on their sides on the big, cozy bed.




The Guest



The kiss progressed slowly with neither girl wanting to rush anything. Olivia's free hand caressed Penny's hip down to her thigh in a slow motion. Penny's just rested at Olivia's waist as if she were still unsure of what to do. She felt like a virgin, like this was her first time all over again. In a way it was and, in more ways than one, this time so far was a lot better.

With a gentle shove Olivia pushed Penny onto her back and got on her knees above her before moving onto the next step. Never breaking the kiss she brought her hands to Penny's breasts to toy with the soft, small mounds of flesh and the hard nipples at their center.

Penny squirmed under Olivia's tender fondling. First one breast then the other using the same thoroughness she had on Penny's feet. Penny was quickly falling with Olivia's hands. No man had ever made her feel this good. Penny felt compelled to reciprocate.

Tentatively she reached up to touch Olivia's breasts. At first her touch was light and feathery, but Olivia's groans gave her courage. Her fingers found their way quickly to Olivia's hard nipples, pinching and pulling on the turgid peaks of flesh.

"God," Olivia whispered as she broke away from Penny's lips to kiss her ear, "You are so beautiful."

"Oh, Olivia," Penny responded breathlessly, "You're driving me crazy." Olivia just moaned sweetly as her kisses migrated down the side of Penny's face to her neck and back up to her chin before placing another loving kiss on those sweet lips. Penny gladly accepted her kiss while she felt Olivia's hands begin to move down her body tracing her ribs as she made her down to the sticky, sweet treasure between Penny's legs.

Pausing for a moment at Penny's navel Olivia traced a circle around the intriguing bit of anatomy making a mental note to place a loving kiss there later. Penny's patience was beginning to wear thin. Luckily she didn't have much longer to wait. The teasing was about to come to an end.

As Olivia's kisses moved back to Penny's ear Penny felt Olivia's hand hovering above her mound. When they finally reached her swollen folds she responded by letting out a long hiss. Penny's back arched involuntarily as her friend's fingers delved into her depths ease curling up as her palm rubbed hard against her clit.

"So beautiful," Olivia whispered again and again as she fucked Penny's pussy slowly, but powerfully with skillful hand and fingers. Penny could only pant in return. She'd done the same thing to herself countless times, but this was so much better.

Olivia meant what she said. She firmly believed that was nothing more beautiful than a woman caught up in the throes of passion, ready to explode with sexual release. Penny was no exception. Olivia stopped her kisses for a moment just so she could stare at Penny's face as got closer and closer to coming. Penny's hands were now grasping at Olivia's blankets, clawing for a grip as if she worried she fall off the face of the earth if she let go.

"Come, Penny," Olivia urged, "Show me how beautiful you are. Come for me." Then she bent down and took one of Penny's poor, little nipples into the warmth of her mouth. Apparently this was all that Penny needed. The pressure had become too much and finally she exploded with a scream. Her body went rigid and bright lights flashed behind her eyes then the world went black and silent. All she could feel was Olivia's fingers on her pussy and mouth on her breasts and the indescribable pleasure that they were bringing her.

It seemed like a small eternity before the orgasm subsided. Olivia made sure of that by refusing to show Penny any mercy keeping her fingers and mouth at work through the whole ordeal until Penny guided Olivia into another passionate kiss. Olivia's hand found it's way to join their kiss and both of them savored the sweet taste of Penny's juices on Olivia's fingers.

"Mm," Olivia said as she looked into Penny's eyes, "You taste heavenly."

"Thank you," Penny said before pulling Olivia back into the kiss. Olivia allowed her to, but the desire to get a first hand taste of Penny's pussy was overwhelming her. Penny grunted in protested as Olivia broke the kiss again. Olivia chuckled lightly at her before she once again started to make her down Penny's body though now she would kiss every inch of Penny's lovely body and not just touch it.

Penny gasped when Olivia once again took her nipple into her mouth, suckling her in a loving, almost needy manner. She had a lover this concerned with her pleasure before. All the boys she'd been with would've been begging for at least a hand job if not the full nine yards by this point, but not Olivia and Penny found it simply amazing.

Olivia's lips slowly made their way across Penny's chest to her other nipple to suckle on it before she began her slow trek down Penny's torso to her sweet honey pot as her last girlfriend had called it. Olivia had always thought it sounded silly, but that stops it from getting stuck in her head like a bad pop song. She almost giggled to herself as she kissed the skin just below Penny's breasts. Instead she kept at her task.

Penny squealed when Olivia's tongue reached her ribs hitting a ticklish spot causing Olivia to laugh. Penny laughed as well and then she squealed again when Olivia blew a raspberry on her belly. Olivia couldn't help herself as she blew another just to hear the beautiful sound once more. She stopped when Penny slapped her lightly on top of the head.

"Stop it, Olive Oil," Penny teased while giggling, "I'm ticklish there, damn it." Olivia blew another raspberry on Penny's smooth belly and received another slap on the head before being pushed downward.

"Someone's getting antsy," Olivia said resisting the push to place a loving kiss on Penny's deliciously cute belly button. Penny responded with a moan and her hands ceased their pushing but remained on Olivia's head.

"Oh god," Penny groaned as Olivia continued to tease her navel. It was like Olivia knew all her special spots without asking. Her last boyfriend took months to clue into the fact that Penny liked having feet played with and her bellybutton tongued. Even after he figured it out he just thought she was weird. It had been a good experience though. It had taught her to avoid frat boys at all costs unless she just wanted a drunken fuck by a moron.

Olivia was nothing like that. She was patient, she was sensual, she was the best lover she'd ever had and she just about to up the ante. With a few lingering kisses down the bottom of Penny's belly to the top of her mound Olivia was about to kiss Penny's pussy for the first time ever. Penny's breath caught in her throat as she waited for the inevitable to happen and then she released it with a long groan as Olivia's mouth finally made contact with her other set of lips.

Penny's finger quickly became intertwined with Olivia's hair as Olivia ate her with an expertise and a passion Penny had previously thought impossible. Olivia's hands quickly found their way to Penny's inner thighs pushing them up and apart as she stroked the sensitive flesh. Her tongue licking, tasting everything while Penny squirmed and screamed.

"So fucking good. Fuck me, Olivia. Make me come. Oh god! Oh fuck yeah!" and on and on. Penny didn't even know what she was saying, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that tongue licking up from the bottom of her sex to the top and then in before returning to her clit. It was everywhere at once.

Olivia simply couldn't get enough of Penny's nectar. She brought her hand down to play with Penny's clit so she could suck the life out of Penny's pussy freely. The taste, the smell of some girls just drove Olivia wild and she was quickly discovering that Penny was one of them.

Penny's gripped on Olivia's hair tightened forcing her face hard against her cunt. Olivia didn't mind. Only two things mattered at the moment: making Penny come and lapping every single drop of the results.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fucking eat it. Fucking eat it all," Penny managed to grunt out as she ground crotch against Olivia's in an almost violent manner. Olivia did her best as she brought her other hand off of Penny's thighs to penetrate Penny's soft folds as she shifted her oral attentions upward. She almost regretted doing it when Penny's thighs clamped down on her head hard.

"Hey," Olivia said as she forced Penny's legs apart and up for a second ignoring Penny's frustrated grunt, "Hold these. I don't want to be crushed. Not even by these beautiful thighs." With that gently took bit down on the sensitive flesh. Penny did as she was asked releasing her grip on Olivia's silky hair and grabbing her legs behind the knees pulling them up to her chest. Olivia thanked her and then got back to making Penny scream out her name in ecstasy.

And that she did for the next fifteen minutes as Olivia made her feel like no one ever had. By the time she came Penny's hypnotic chant was reduced to just that. Olivia's name over and over again as the owner of that name made her see stars and shake like a woman possessed, her fists pounding the mattress and her legs flailing about as she arched and bucked her back and hips. When she was finally done she was reduced to a living, breathing pile of jell-o.

She was almost sad when she came back to the ground and realized that instead of crawling back on top of her for another kiss Olivia was up rifling through her drawers. Penny was beginning to wonder when she'd get a chance to return the favor, to taste what lay at Olivia's center, to see if she could bring her as much pleasure as Olivia had given her. She felt she owed it to her, but more than that, she just wanted to. She had for a long time, but she'd never been able to admit it until now. Now she'd gladly tell anyone who asked.

"What are you doing?" Penny asked as she rolled over onto her side and looked at Olivia as threw her underwear on the floor as if she'd lost something important, "We aren't done are we?"

"God no," Olivia said as she opened another drawer and rifled through it, "Not by a long …Aha! Found it!" With that she turned towards Penny with a big smile on her face and reasonably well-sized strap-on dildo. Penny's eyes grew as wide as saucers. She'd honestly forgotten all about Olivia's comment about a strap-on and back when Olivia had mentioned it she'd honestly thought she was joking. Now it was obvious that she wasn't and, as she slipped it on and buckled it up, it also became obvious that Olivia wasn't quite done making Penny come.

"Ready to be fucked by a girl, cutie?" Olivia said with her smile still intact as she grabbed some k y from the same drawer she'd pulled the strap-on from and headed back to the bed.

"What were we just doing?" Penny said her eyes locked on to the plastic phallus bouncing as Olivia crawled onto the bed. Penny fell back on her back as Olivia crawled over her to kiss her once more.

"That was just foreplay," Olivia between kisses enjoying the feel of Penny's arms wrapping themselves around her back.

"Then that was the best foreplay I ever had," Penny whispered as she placed a sweet kiss on Olivia's ear; "You're the best kisser I've ever met."

"You're not so bad yourself," Olivia responded enjoying the feel of Penny's mouth sucking on her earlobe, "And your pussy was yummy, too."

"When am I going to get a chance to taste yours?" Penny asked. It was a question that until a little while ago she never thought she'd be asking. Like most girls she'd considered the possibility of sleeping with another, but she'd never actually taken the idea seriously. Now she wondered how she could've ever dismissed the idea.

"Soon, but first I just want to see you come one more time. You look so beautiful when you come."

"Stop it," Penny said giggling as Olivia kissed her neck before breaking away and sitting back on her legs. She reached for the lubricant and brought a hand to Penny's sex at the same time, but when Olivia made to apply the lubricant to the dildo Penny sat up and put her hand to stop her.

"No, let me suck it," she said in a sexy whisper. Olivia looked at her with a slightly confused smile. It was always the straight girls, she thought to her self, laughing inwardly.

"Are you sure? It doesn't taste like a real one," she responded her amusement showing on her face. Penny looked embarrassed for a second, but stuck to her guns as she nodded.

"I know it seems silly, but I really want to. Besides I don't think you'll need the lube," Penny said quietly as she got on her knees and grabbed the fake phallus, touching it as if it were real. Olivia consented with a chuckle watching Penny get down her knees before her. Her hands found their way to Penny's soft, beautiful dark hair brushing it aside so she could watch.

Olivia had to admit that the sight of Penny's lips wrapped around the brightly colored phallus was glorious. She almost wished it was real just so she could feel what it was like to have this beautiful girl suck her off, but she knew she'd find out what that mouth could do soon enough on her pussy and a pussy never went soft and flaccid. Of course, neither did a dildo.

"You're so pretty," Olivia said as Penny continued to moisten the dildo with her saliva. Penny looked up into her eyes longingly as she sucked the toy for a few more seconds before releasing the phallus with a slurp and a pop.

"There you go. Nice and wet," she said with a grin. Olivia couldn't resist pulling her up into another kiss before playfully pushing her back onto her back. She also grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and maneuvered it under Penny's butt giving her self a nice angle of attack.

"Thank you," she said as she crawled over Penny's thin frame. Using one hand for balance she guided the head of fake dick to Penny's slit and rubbed it against her opening mixing Penny's saliva with her other secretions. Penny moaned wrapping her arms around Olivia's neck and pulled her to her mouth.

"Oh Jesus," Penny grunted, "Fuck me, Olivia. Put it inside me." She grunted again as Olivia obliged her request. Placing the head at Penny's center Olivia slowly began to thrust. The plastic cock easily penetrated Penny's folds. "Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Olivia."

Olivia's pace was still slow and patient as she enjoyed the sight of the dildo spreading open Penny's flower as it drove deeper into her core. Penny's scent permeated Olivia's nostrils and mixed with Olivia's. The base of the dildo bumped and rubbed against her own clit and the center strap rested between her lips. She was keyed up and she knew she would come before she was done.

"Harder. Please, Olivia, Fuck me harder," Penny begged wrapping her legs around Olivia's back. Olivia ignored her knowing that she grant Penny's wish in time. Rushing it just wasn't in the plan, but penny still begged.

Grabbing Penny's hands Olivia pinned them to the bed letting Penny know that she was in control. Leaning down she silenced Penny's begging by covering her mouth with her own. Now the only sounds in the room were the moans and the wet sounds of the dildo penetrating Penny's sex over and over again.

"You're so beautiful," Olivia whispered again between kisses looking into Penny's eyes. She meant it and Penny knew it. She said it again and again as she fucked her. Her pace slowly began to increase.

"Oh, Olivia," Penny grunted, but again Olivia silenced her with a kiss. The friction of the pumping and the strap between her legs was beginning to get to her. The feeling of Penny's now sweat soaked body underneath hers helped as well. Their nipples rubbing together as their breasts slid against each other. It was all getting to be too much.

Without warning Olivia suddenly got up withdrawing her fake dick from Penny's pussy and guided Penny to her knees. Penny didn't protest this time. Olivia didn't give her a chance. She moved with urgency to return the slick phallus back to its proper place in Penny's pussy. Her hands quickly found their way to Penny's slim hips and the fucking began again.

Penny was in heaven. Her eyes closed tight; Olivia and the pleasure she was bringing her controlled her whole world. Her hips slamming hard against Olivia's made a smacking sound. She couldn't even hold herself up. She just laid her head on the mattress and looked behind to watch Olivia fuck her stupid.

"Are you going to come for me, Baby?" Olivia urged on as she felt her own orgasm begin to build up inside her, "Oh, god Penny. Come with me, Penny. Fucking come with me."

Penny didn't need the urging. She'd lost count of how many times she'd already come, but one more couldn't hurt. Not that she had any control anymore. Her body belonged to Olivia now at least for the time being. If Olivia had asked Penny would've married her at that minute or declared her love for her in the middle of the campus at the top of lungs or let her eat her pussy on her parents coffee table with her entire family looking on. She'd never been more satisfied in her entire life. When Olivia asked her to come she just did it. She no longer had any say in the matter.

So with one, last hard thrust both girls came, Olivia collapsing on top of Penny pushing her to the mattress biting her shoulder as they fell and Penny squirmed like a worm on a hook as she clawed erotically at Olivia's side mindlessly. Occasionally Olivia would thrust her hips pushing the fake cock a little deeper into Penny's well-fucked cunt as it continued to spasm. As she came down Olivia's bites became kisses and Penny's arms went limp, but Olivia's hips still pumped slowly until she rolled off of Penny to catch her breath.

She almost passed out as she lay there recovering from her much needed release, but as she felt the strap-on being unbuckled and being tugged off of her brought her back to reality. She raised her hips allowing the toy to be removed and she looked into the smiling face of Penny as she tossed it to the side and first time that night took control.

"Thank you," Penny said as she crawled over Olivia's body and placed a kiss on her forehead then her nose and then finally her lips.

"You're welcome, beautiful," Olivia responded bring her hands to the sides of Penny's head, but didn't kiss her. She just looked into her eyes for a moment. Penny really was beautiful. Penny kissed her again, but Olivia pushed her away gently and looked deep into her confused eyes.

"You don't have to do this," Olivia said in a whisper and Penny's confusion grew.

"But I want to," Penny said bringing her own hand to Olivia's to stroke her cheek gently with her finger as they looked lovingly into each others eyes.

"Are you?" Olivia asked, "I don't want you to feel like you owe me. That's not what this is about."

"What is this about?" Penny asked now whispering herself. Olivia was a bit taken aback by the question. Until then she hadn't thought about it really. It had all been on a whim. She'd just felt an attraction and an opening and she had taken it, but now she wondered if there was something more. As the possibilities raced through her mind she realized Penny was expecting an answer.

"I don't know," was all she could muster at the moment, "You just… you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I don't want to ruin are friendship." Penny laughed at that last comment before kissing Olivia's forehead again.

"Don't be silly, Olivia," Penny said smiling whimsically, "I already said I want to. Worry about tomorrow later. Right now is all that matters. Besides, I take think of anything I'd rather doing right now then making you feel good whether I owe you or not. You're like my best friend. You've already proved that by letting me stay here. This is all just a bonus. Let's just have fun, okay?"

With that said Penny drew Olivia back to her and kissed her like she'd never kissed anyone in her life. Olivia gave in and allowed Penny to do whatever came natural to her. Penny's tongue penetrated her mouth and danced with hers. Their eyes remained open and stared deeply into each other until the intensity just became too much and they both closed them almost simultaneously.




The Guest



Olivia's hands found their way to Penny's back and her legs spread and lifted until her thigh rested against Penny's sex and Penny's thigh rested against hers. As their kiss deepened Olivia began to grind her hip against Penny's leg and pushed her own against Penny until Penny got the picture and began humping back enjoying the friction. Penny's hand reached behind her to grab at Olivia's legs while her other hand stayed on Olivia's neck. The grinding was slow, luxurious, just a bit of fun before the main course.

"God, you're the most sensual person I've ever fucked," Penny said between kisses as she felt her pleasure building again. She was filled with the urge to just give in, but the desire to taste, smell, and experience the joys that lie between Olivia's thighs kept bouncing around her lust crazed mind. Giving Olivia's mouth one last kiss she started her way down to do just that.

She lacked the patience that Olivia had shown, but she made up for it with a desire to please the one who has expertly pleased her. Olivia's moans and whispers of approval as she kissed and suckled on her breasts let her know that she was achieving her task. The hand stroking her hair gently just reinforced that notion.

"Bite it, beautiful," Olivia whispered and whimpered at the results, "Oh god, yes. Again. Please, Penny, bite it again." Again she whimpered as Penny obeyed her request without question.

"I love it when you whimper like that," Penny said before taking another nip at Olivia's tender bud eliciting under sweet whimper from her friend. Penny laughed and did it again before moving back to the other nipple and repeated the process a few more times chuckling wickedly at the resulting reaction.

As much as enjoyed making Olivia whimper with pleasant pain her destiny called to her and she followed it where it led her. Planting soft butterfly kisses down Olivia's ribs until she reached her stomach. Her hand took the place of her mouth on Olivia's breast as she placed wet, open mouthed kisses all over that firm belly until she reached the pierced navel at it's center. Penny kissed that belly button like she would a mouth and reveled in the noises and gyrations that resulted. Apparently she wasn't the only one who liked her belly kissed.

Kissing her way lower she reached her prize and for the first time in her life she actually got a good look at another woman's pussy. She'd seen other girls in the shower in gym, at couple parties she barely remembered, at sleepovers, et cetera but never up close like this. She was awestruck. Maybe it was the moment, but it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Glistening in the dim light of the room it looked simply appetizing. All plump with arousal it smelled wonderful. She wanted so badly to taste, but she was stunned.

"It's so beautiful," she said without thinking only to hear Olivia chuckle. She looked up into her eyes and smiled. "Well, it is."

"I know," Olivia said quietly, "Why don't you give it a kiss?" Then she moaned as Penny's fingers gently caressed her soft sticky folds returning her gaze to the flower before her. She continued to caress for a while longer and then brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted Olivia's nectar for the first time.

"Yummy," she said as she looked into Olivia's eyes once more before leaning forward slightly and finally placed a kiss on the source. Olivia sighed and allowed her to fall back against the mattress. The sigh quickly became a moan when Penny's found her clit and then went to slip between her folds.

Placing one hand on Olivia's belly and another on Olivia's thigh Penny's tongue lapped away enjoying the response. Olivia's moans and the way her body gyrated at every lick, every nibble on those succulent lips was like a drug. It was so unlike going down on a guy. It was so much better.

"Oh yeah," Olivia panted out as she guided Penny's mouth, "Right there. Oh fuck."

Penny tried her best to do what Olivia had done to her. She brought her hand down from Olivia's belly to toy with her clit freeing her tongue to explore every inch of Olivia's pussy. She got an immediate response from Olivia in the form of a long moan.

Penny's eyes returned to Olivia's and again they locked as Penny tried her best to make her friend come. She now knew what Olivia had meant when she called her beautiful. Olivia had never looked more attractive then she did now. Her face showed the signs of an all-encompassing need that Penny understood all too well. She just seemed to glow with sexual energy.

"Make me come, Penny," Olivia pleaded she squeezed her breasts with her free hand and continued to stare deep into Penny's eyes, "Put your fingers inside me. Fuck me with fingers, Penny. Suck my fucking clit."

Penny did as she was told and slid her fingers deep inside Olivia's sex curling them upwards as she sucked on her hard nubbin. Olivia went wild. Her hips bucked hard. Penny actually had trouble keeping her mouth on Olivia's sex. It took almost of her strength just to keep her hand on Olivia's belly and hold her down just enough to keep eating her pussy.

Penny knew Olivia was getting close so she tried her best to finish her off. Her fingers pumped in and out of Olivia's cunt at a blinding speed. Olivia reared up and grabbed Penny by the hair forcing her face hard against her cunt humping her face like mental patient and then almost instantly it happened.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck Yeah!" Olivia yelled as she came and drove her sex into Penny's face coating her friend with her nectar. Penny didn't complain for a second. She just kept licking, sucking and pumping her fingers in and out of Olivia's convulsing pussy enjoying the taste and moaning out her satisfaction as she tried her best to make her friend go mad with orgasmic bliss. Even as Olivia collapsed on her back shaking with lust Penny only redoubled her efforts until Olivia came again and again.

Finally Olivia was forced to push her enthusiastic friend away before she hurt them both. Penny just laughed knowing she'd done good before crawling up to lay beside Olivia and kiss her sharing the flavor of flavor she already knew she loved more than almost anything in the world. Olivia gladly licked Penny's face clean savoring the taste of her own pussy. When they were done kissing they just lay there for a moment enjoying the afterglow.

As the haze cleared she looked at the clock and realized that they been fucking for four hours straight. It hadn't seemed that long, but the clock didn't lie. Not that she minded. She mentioned it to Penny.

"No wonder I feel so good," Penny said as she kissed Olivia on the cheek, "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you," Olivia smiling broadly, "You eat pussy like pro."

"And you fuck better than any guy I ever met. I think I might have to ask you to my new boyfriend," Penny said with a laugh.

"How about I just be your girlfriend?" Olivia said seriously looking Penny in the eyes. Penny returned her look with a smile.

"Sounds good to me as long as we get to fuck like this every night," She laughed, but Olivia could tell she was serious.

"Take your time finding a new place and we'll see what we can do."

"Awesome," Penny said and suddenly sat up, "How about we take a few bong hits and I give you that foot rub I owe and then see what happens next?"

"Sounds like a plan," Olivia said as she allowed Penny to pull her to her feet and they walked into the living room holding hands and smiling knowing that they wouldn't be going to sleep for a long, long time.



The Guest



It begins with a look I suppose, a nod of the head, a turn towards the stairs, towards an unseen room, and in a moment I know I'll be following them to bed, though I'll wait a few minutes while they gather their things, make arrangements, have the final powwow, but I'll follow soon enough, up those stairs and down the hall, I'll knock gently, politely, on the door, can I come in, 

and when I get there she'll already be in bed, under the covers, she'll be so shy at first, and he'll be getting out of his jeans, half-hard, there'll be no shyness from him, he'll stumble out of his pants, eager as a teenager, and I'll see her eyes bending towards the floor, her hands fisting themselves under the sheets, I'll see the tandem curve of their smiles, an agreement, their agreement, and I'll know what I'm getting into just then, I'll know the vow, the promise, the technicalities of their love, I'll see this definitive outline and I'll know where I stand, and I will feel the invitation, the privilege, the luck, the luck,

and I will sidle into bed just like that, lucky, I will slip myself in next to her as he's taking off his watch, I will slip into bed with her and she'll be naked, and her eyes will lift to mine and tell me to get naked, too, and when I do, when I squirrel out of my jeans and unbutton my shirt under the sheets, dishevel myself of my bra and underwear and push the bundle of clothes to the floor, when I am naked and lying parallel exactly, it will amaze me how decisively she'll reach for my mouth, run her tongue along my lips and then dig deep, it will amaze me how in the first kiss she will unlock herself, reveal her hunger, it will astonish me how easily she will open and close her thighs around me, unshy, unshy,

and he, of course, will watch the sidelines, amused, aroused, still in an undershirt, but it won't be long before he'll dip to the curves of this bed, won't be long before he'll kiss her from behind and dart himself about her flesh, pressing into her, kneading her, and at first it will be that simple, this pressing and kneading, it'll be just for her he'll do this, and I'll be watching in some oddly voyeuristic way, I'll be kissing her yet watching somehow from the curious promontory of the polite guest, I'll begin to see how it works with them, see how fluidly he'll gather momentum, see him lifting himself from behind, then straddling her body, I'll see him sinking into her, flattening her against the sheets, I'll see his cock flattening against her pelvis, and I'll see how the rubbing will begin this way, cock against pelvis, the frenetic rubbing beginning from him, from him,

and her eyes will be closed and her mouth will be on mine, and she'll be feeling it, feeling cock against pelvis, feeling tongue against tongue, she will just want to feel it now, unseeing, and my hands will rise from the trench between her thighs and his thighs and my thighs, my hands will rise and find her breasts, I will circle her nipples with my palms, and there'll be a clenching from within her, a tightening in her torso, her mouth will harden on mine, glue itself to me, and we will be gripping each other like that, mouth, breast, palm, not even a sheet's width of space between us, not even a sheet's width of space, 

and our three long bodies will hold their posture until the balance inevitably tips, until we won't fit like that anymore, I'll begin to slip off, slip away, a corner of the bedside table digging into my back, the sheets bunching, and it will feel unsexy, unsexy, and I'll decide to take action, irreverent now, I will pull myself over him, around her, I will move to the other side of the bed, and she'll follow me, her mouth like suction on mine, and he will follow me, too, still flat against her, his hand will follow me, curve around my ass, his thumb will crawl inside my cunt, insinuating, insinuating, 

and this will be the first of our linkings, his cock against her, her mouth locked to my mouth, his thumb in my cunt, my palms on her nipples, we will be a tumble of flesh and bone, a tumble of flesh and bone,

and now he will definitely want to fuck her, and she will definitely want him to fuck her, and I will remember myself, despite my irreverence I will remember to be a polite guest, and I will wait for instructions, and they will be there, she'll give them to me, she'll bring my hands down to her stomach, to her hips, she'll pull at me a little, come closer, and I will unlink myself from his thumb and come closer, obedient, obedient, 

and he'll make way, he'll see me start to climb up and he'll make way, a space will be made for me, and I will take it, I'll climb on top of her, flatten myself against her, he'll retreat a little, raise himself from the shins so he's barely hovering, and she'll let out a small cry as I bend to take her breast in my mouth, she'll let out this small cry of pleasure, and it will not be a cry I will recognize, it will be a cry that he recognizes, and that will be his instruction, she will raise her thighs a little and he will lift his hands to her knees and push them out, he'll lean in, thighs drawing forward, and he will start to fuck her, he'll be on his knees, cock out, and I'll be flat against her, he will start to fuck her, he will start to fuck her,

and she will let out more small cries and that's when he'll unleash his cock inside, drive it up and in for real now, real fucking now, and I'll feel the movement, too, I will in fact almost fall off because he's fucking her like that, with raw, gravelly speed, and I'll have to right myself, drive my knees into the mattress, put the backs of my feet on the top of his thighs as he's fucking, I'll have to right myself, to right myself,

and I will feel like a mast on a ship, finding the equilibrium of us, I will feel like the pivot point of us even though she is the real pivot point, she is the hinge on which we're resting, with his cock barreling into her, with my mouth moist on her breasts, we'll be orbiting around her, orbiting, 

and even though he could come at any minute he will stop fucking her now, he won't want to come yet, won't want this to be it, and that will be alright with us, we're all a little bit drunk and restless, and so when he stops fucking her, we'll each reevaluate, consider the options, shift slightly, she'll swipe at the hair in her eyes, I'll unstick myself from her skin, he'll take his cock out of her, give a "holy fuck" for emphasis, for humor, for encouragement, there will sighing, a giggle, adjustments, adjustments, 

and she'll open her eyes and squirm out from under us, her hands against the mattress, she'll give a tiny, almost imperceptible grunt and we will move aside, he to her right and I to her left, she will put a palm against his chest, stay, stay, and she'll overtake me then, there'll be the surprise of her body turning over and looming, gargantuan, above mine, and I will surrender to the shadow of her torso, surrender to her long hair when it falls on my face and bathes me with curls, I will close my eyes for real this time, close them to the bedside light, I will close my eyes to this and enter, quietly, into the small center of myself, I will enter into the small center of myself,

and she will begin to kiss my neck, and he will begin to kiss my mouth, they will both be kissing me, and I will not be able to be quiet much longer, my back will arch involuntarily, meaningfully, and he will stop and edge down to where my thighs intersect, and he will divide the intersection with his tongue, and she'll be kissing me, splaying my mouth with her tongue, and he will splaying my cunt with his tongue, and I will lie back unquietly and let them do this, let them open me like this,

and I will not protest when his elbow digs into my hip, I will not protest when a curl of her goes into my mouth, I will not protest the weight, the heat of them, on me, I will not protest because my eyes will be closed to these small inconveniences, I will give myself to them, invited, lucky guest, I will open into this opening, though I'll forget the precise rules of guestly etiquette, in my unquietness I will forget, and rise towards the vortex of their bodies, and this is when he will remember the rules, this is when he'll remember the vow, the promise, the technicalities, this is when he'll remember her, and he won't be the one to fuck me, he will know this, they will know this, she will know this, she'll be the one, she'll be the one, 

and she'll snake down my torso with her tongue, and kiss at my stomach, my navel, my hip, and I will be unquiet again, and then she'll disappear somewhere I can't imagine her to be, and he'll move aside, he will move aside to watch this, he will move aside, unclasp from me though he will leave fingers there, he will leave fingers in me and then make way, and then I will feel her there, I will feel her there,

I will feel her mouth crawl to me, I will feel her tongue tipping into my cunt, and I will, for a split second, leap at the touch, the strange touch of her tongue on my cunt, and I will, for a split second, leap at the memory, the touch, of his fingers, his tongue, in my cunt, and I will worry that she and I and he will not mean this, worry that we'll be awkward in the morning, awkward awkward, every morning awkward after this, but I'll let it go, have to, I'll let it go, I'll let this ambiguous, hinging moment go because we will not be ambiguous at all, we will not be ambiguous at all, 

and he will watch with beautiful restraint as she fucks me with her mouth, he will gaze into the telescopic horizon of her as she launches into me with her unambiguous touch, and I'll reach for her hair, unambiguous, I will reach for her shoulders, for something of her, and for something of him, I will want to reach for something of him, too, my thighs will close around his fingers, unambiguous, my hands will clutch a swath of her curls, I will want to somehow say thank you, a polite guest I will want to express this gratitude, I'll want to make any humble gesture, small gift, towards such voluminous hospitality, and instead I'll cry out, I will cry this gratitude out loud, I will cry out to both of them, and the world under my eyelids will explode into tiny splashes of color, galaxies being born, a blackness re-invented, and from this new, pixelated dark I will hear the alto chorus of our breathing, a song of brief and feverish harmony. 



The Guest



It's a balmy August night in the city, the kind where you try getting away with as little clothing as possible. The air conditioning in the restaurant is going full-blast, and I can see your nipples harden through your barely-there sundress, a series of goose bumps forming along your perfect, alabaster skin. Because we are waiting for the guest you've invited, I fight the urge to lean over the table and kiss the ones where your neck and shoulder meet. 

You can tell I'm nervous, and soon I feel a reassuring, finely manicured hand on my knee. I feel hot for a second again, getting warmer as it slides upward, and finally your index finger is teasing my lips. I moisten so quickly, I smile and look down into my drink. 

"Good girl," you whisper, your full, blood-red lips widening into a grin. "No panties, just like he asked."

Your finger is inside me when he walks in, tall and gorgeous just like you said he was, and I twitch around you. Across the crowded room, your eyes lock with his, and I watch you withdraw your finger and bring it up to your tongue. I know instantly that this was also done upon his request. 

He walks to our table, kisses you on the cheek, then takes my hand. Instead of shaking it, he circles my wrist, rubbing little circles at the pulse point, sending a shock through my arm, ending between my legs. He asks if we are ready to go, and you nod. He drops a pile of bills on the table for the check, and before I know it, one of his hands is at my elbow and the other is on your high, round ass, ushering us outside.

Back in the heat, I feel my skin dampen. He hails a cab and soon we're piling into the back seat, and he props me partially onto his lap for a better fit. Mesmerised, I watch a single drop of sweat drop from your chin into your cleavage. He watches me watching you, touching my bare shoulder.

"Go ahead," he says, softly yet authoritatively. "Clean her up."

I look into his steel-blue eyes, and I want nothing more than do to exactly what he wants. One glance at your beautiful face tells me you want it, too. I run my tongue slowly between your soft breasts, tasting and smelling your salty sweetness. Instantly, I feel him stiffen against my back. 

"Can you feel that," he asks in my ear. "Spread your legs and kiss her." 

I do as I'm told, sucking lightly on your tongue and parting my legs for his two, thick fingers. Thankfully, I'm wet enough to receive them, though something tells me he wouldn't have taken no for an answer, anyway. In this small, enclosed space, I can smell your arousal, mixed in with our perfumes and my own musk. He begins to thrust his fingers deeper into me as I make my way from your mouth to your neck, biting you playfully here and there. We continue like this for several blocks, until he tells you to show us your pussy. You break away, obliging him, revealing a sweet, pink slit already glistening with your juices.

"You want to taste that, don't you?" He whispers. "Look at how perfect she is." Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust of fingers inside me, ending in his thumb on my clit. I'm so charged, after three simple strokes and the sight of you open and ready for my tongue, I come, shivering through the heat, feeling a bit like a puppet on his lap. He can make us do whatever he wants us to do.

Finally, we're in front of the hotel, my first steps a bit weak from the journey. In the elevator on the way to the top suite, he lifts your skirt, sinks to his knees and teases you open again. Your green eyes roll upwards, a small moan escaping your mouth. You reach out and dig your nails into my forearm, and I know that you're well on your way. Then, all of a sudden, he gets back to his feet, wraps his strong arm around my waist, and plunges his tongue into my mouth, leaving one hand between your legs. I hear you shudder against him as I suck you off his tongue, squeezing your hand and feeling the current between us grow stronger. I want you, I want him. I want him inside you.

Once in the suite, he looks us both up and down, a small smile on his face.

"Undress, both of you," he says. You and I exchange an excited glance. "Now." 

We stand together, our warm skin touching, while he takes us in. "Turn around so I can look at you," he commands, and we obey. I can almost feel his eyes resting on the cleft of my ass, the moving on to yours, noticing the spread of freckles on the smooth skin just above. I think about the many, many times I have kissed those freckles while pleasuring you with my fingers, or our toys, and I desperately want him to direct us to the bed.

He walks to the bar, retrieving an ice cube from the bucket, and passes it to you. "It looks as though she needs cooling off," he whispers. "I want you to make her comfortable while I watch."

I lay on the enormous bed, waiting for you. I feel your long, dark hair sweep along my breasts as you put the ice cube in your mouth and kiss me very lightly on the lips. The cold water mixed with your saliva sends a shiver up my spine, and you run your lips down, down, past my neck, and over my nipples, which respond immediately, becoming hard. Soon, the ice cube has melted, but you still suck and bite at them, a move you know sends me into fits. Instinctively, I grab your hand and guide it towards my warm, open slit, needing to feel your expert fingers on my clit.

"Not yet," I hear from the corner of the room. I look up to see he has unbuttoned his pants, revealing a raging erection. He is big, a treat for us, as you had explained earlier. I watch him stroke himself as he stares at your perfect, apple-shaped ass. Our eyes meet for just a moment, and he tells you to make me come with your mouth.

You slide your tongue from my nipples, over my stomach and soon it is lapping at my lips, flitting over them and driving me wild. I watch him approach you, lick his fingers and insert them into your tight, wet hole. I feel your head tense a bit, your tongue frozen for the second of first impact, then continuing to ravage me, poking in and out of my cunt and slowly making its way towards my growing clit.

The harder he pokes you, the more intensely you suck my button, and when he finally slides his huge, engorged cock into you from behind, you bite down slightly in pleasure and surprise. I have never come so quickly before. I shake and moan, as I watch him grab a handful of your ass and spank it, encouraging you further. My clit is so sensitive that you know to start again slowly, small rings around my lips with the occasional flick against it. 

"It's your turn now," he says into your neck, withdrawing himself. You and I switch places, my juices running down my leg as I assume the position. I bury myself in your beautiful box as I feel his hard-on slide easily into my pussy. He is large, but I am so switched on that I'm growing wetter and wetter. I clench around his shaft, feeling your hands push down on my head, your fingers tangling themselves in my hair. 

"She tells me that you like a cock in your ass," he says after a few minutes of pounding me. I moan my agreement while clamping your clit between my lips and blowing, riding your orgasm out. "You're too excited...I think I'm going to have to do it."

And then he's inside my tight hole, slamming into my ass, reaching around and fingering me at the same time. I didn't think it was possible, but I come yet again—the combination of his dick, his fingers and your delicious pussy sending me over the edge. I can't help but scream out, earning a smile from you since I am usually so quiet. Seeing me that excited makes you delirious as well, and I feel you spasm and contract around my lips and tongue again.

He orders us both on our backs, telling us he wants us both covered in his cum. He smacks me once on the ass as he stops drilling me. We comply, side by side, as he leans over us, stroking himself in quick, short motions. Seconds later, he spurts his warm, white cum in two waves—one on my tits and one on yours. He takes his hands and rubs it slowly and methodically over our nipples.

"Now kiss," he says, leaving the bed, and returning to the chair in the corner. You smile at me, seeing the mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy on my face. I thank you silently with my eyes, for bringing him to us and realizing yet another fantasy. 

As I open my mouth for you, I can't help but think about our guest, and when he'll be visiting us again. 



The Guest



I listened to the voice on the phone. It was a voice from the past. Ted Winslow and I had been room mates in college and now he wanted to come for a visit. Ted had just recently been divorced and he was in town applying for a job with a company he had a good chance with. They had set up a meeting on Thursday for him and he wanted to see his old college chum. He would be in town late Tuesday.

It had been years and Ted and I had lost touch when I went into the army and Ted had went to South America with a number one computer company. I guess Ted wanted to chase after the good money. I wanted to get my military time behind me and joined the military police. I had planned on going into security work.

Ted and I were as different as night and day. I was the more serious kind while Ted was the playboy. In college everyone thought that we needed other room mates but we decided not to rock the boat and stay like the administration set us up. Ted had been through two marriages while I had just the one. I had met the woman for me and saw no reason to experiment with others. That's how we were different.

" I guess we will have to make the best of it," Beth said. We had never had a house guest before and she was nervous about Ted's visit. I assured her that it would only be till Friday morning and Ted would be on his way. "In that case then I'll handle it," Beth said and kissed me. I told her that since he was coming the next day that we had better make up for it tonight. Beth grinned.

That night Beth and I had some of the best sex that we had in years. I guess the idea that we would be imposing a monks life on our marriage while Ted was here. Just before we fell asleep I looked at Beth and told her, " I think an enforced time out will be good for us." We had sex almost every night. If you could see Beth you would know why. Men that I knew accused me of keeping Beth a virtual prisoner at home. Truth was that except for outings that we went on and parties given by friends, Beth always said that she was content just staying at home. We had planned on having a baby and then two more next year. My income would be better then and we could afford the have a child.

Tuesday night finally came and at about nine. Beth was ready to go to bed at ten but she stayed up to entertain Ted with me. I still couldn't be up too late as I had some important meetings the next day. Finally at eleven I told them that I had better get some sleep. "Still the company man I see," Ted quipped, " You were always the buckle down, nose to the grind stone kind of a guy."

I couldn't resist a parting shot at him, "At least I still have a job and Beth and I have only been married to each other." That got him and I could swear that I saw him glare at me as I left him and Beth in the living room and went to bed. It was about two hours later that I felt Beth climb into bed with me. I glanced at the clock as i felt her. I turned over to cuddle her but she pulled away and moved to the other side of the bed. I wondered about that but was to sleepy. I wondered if she had been put off by my little snip at Ted. It was very unlike me.

She was still asleep the next morning when I went to work. About noon I stopped for lunch and decided to call Beth. Let me explain something. I was more than just a computer nerd with a software company. Our company was responsible for a lot of our nations security. To this end I had to have my home, which was really owned by the company, wired. The living room and all the public rooms were wired for sound and video. If any problem ever came up concerning my loyalties then the log of what went on in our living room would be reviewed. this had never been a problem and I was true blue and Beth was the perfect wife. I saw no reason to upset her by telling her about the wiring.

I put the phone down and rather than call her right away I turned on the computer first to check on whether or not I would intefer with her work. She edited copy for a Publisher and I had made the mistake recently of disturbing her at the wrong time. The house came into view, The living room was in the main window and other rooms were visible in smaller windows. I could click on one of the smaller windows and bring it into focus as the main window. there were three blacked out windows. These represented our two bedrooms and the bathroom. They were available to me if I typed in a password, but I never used it.

I couldn't see Beth or Ted in any of the main rooms. The living room, the kitchen and so forth. Feeling a little naughty I clicked on to the blacked out bedroom. I expected to see Beth sleeping late. She was up till late with Ted the night before. Beth wasn't there. The bed clothes were all rumpled and on the floor. I was floored. This wasn't like Beth. With more than a little anger I clicked on to the guest room. It was empty. The bed had been slept in but Ted wasn't there now.

I stared at the last blacked out frame, the bathroom. Then i relaxed some. Ted was probably taking a run somewhere and Beth was probably having a late shower. I would just take a quick peek. Beth was in the shower. I could see her through the steamy glass. She wasn't alone. Ted was not out taking a run. He was in the shower with my wife. I saw them hold each other close as they kissed hotly. I hung my head in shock. Then calmly I backed up the computer to where I was leaving the two of them alone.

" I can't believe he said that, Ted was saying. He looked at Beth. She had a confused look on her face at what I had said to him. I listened to everything important that was said as I framed to fast forward. I saw Ted putting on his old act of crying as if I had hurt his feelings. " It just like rubbing salt in the wound...I can't help it if I've had some bad luck and some bad women for wives..." He laid it on and I saw Beth buying it. She had this soft spot, which was one thing I found charming about her.

More fast forwarding and then I saw Ted kissing Beth. She had only tried to comfort him but he had acted just like he always did and took advantage of it. I saw them kiss and Ted running his hand up her leg and finally he hit pay dirt and his fingers found her vagina. Beth tried to muffle her moans and kept looking at the stairs. When she finally relaxed after an orgasm it was easy for Ted to pull her head to his cock. I knew what she was doing and fast forwarded till I saw her finally pull away and head for the stairs.

I went back to when they were in the shower and fast forwarded to where I knew they would be now. They were there at the present time and they were on the bed fucking like two animals. I heard her moaning and him telling her that she was his. "You are mine now...my cock is larger than John's...this will teach him to throw up my bad luck to me."

"Yes I'm yours Ted...when ever you come to town I can see you...I hope you get that job and then we can see each other more then and not here in this house." I thought about what she said and then stared straight ahead for about fifteen minutes. Then wearily I got to my feet and went to talk to company security.

" Oh you're home," Beth met me at the door. She hugged me and I held her tight. I could smell her clean smell. She must have had another shower after the last scene in the bedroom. " I missed you love," she said and kissed me. I returned the kiss feeling like crap. I wanted to push her away from me. I told her that I would miss her too. She looked at me as if she wasn't sure she heard me correct.

"Hey old buddy...home form the ball and chain I see." Ted was feeling chipper, " Just kidding ...when I go in for that job tomorrow I am going to try my best to get it...yes sir." He was opening a bottle of wine for dinner. I looked to see the table all set and ready, "Surprise...Beth and I got dinner catered for us tonight...though you would enjoy it."

" Well what a surprise...I guess it would be a shame to let it go to waste then," I took off my coat and tie and threw it on the sofa. The same one that they had made out on the night before.

" Hon...you never treat the furniture like this," she went and grabbed my coat and tie and placed it in the closet. 

" It's just a sofa...and old couch," I said sitting down at the table." Oh prime rib...just as I like it too. I took a large bite and some juice ran on the carpet. I dismissed it with a wave of my hand.

"What is the matter with you hon..first you just threw your coat and tie on the sofa...we don't do that...now you have gotten the carpet soiled. I took the rib with my fork and took a large bite out of it. The juice dripped down and puddled on the carpet.

"Johnathan...what is with you...you just ruined our dinning room carpet. and now..."

"Hey man I mean I'm just a guest and it's your home and all that but..." Ted started to agree with Beth but I interrupted him.

"Yeah...yeah I know...you are my guest and Beth is my wife..." I put an angry emphasis on that. Beth and Ted stopped their ranting and looked at me...I could see the guilt in their eyes. " That doesn't mean anything to you does it Ted...I mean you have threw away two wives...so I don't expect you to think much about a man's wife." I saw understanding come into his eyes.

" But how did you...," He started hesitantly.

" I don't think you need to stay here anymore...I think you have wore out your welcome. I don't think you will need to worry about making that job interview tomorrow anyway."

"Johnathan...John...what's come over you...you can't talk to our guest like that," Beth was on her feet. Her face was tear streaked now as more tears fell down her cheeks. I stood and threw the rest of the rib on the floor. I grabbed my glass of wine and poured it over the rib. Now Beth knew without a shadow of a doubt that I somehow knew of her infidelity. She came toward me crying openly.

" John...John forgive me...I don't know what came over me...please forgive me..say you'll forgive me." She reached out to me and i had to step aside.

" Beth I have forgiven you...I did that before I came home."

" Well I know where I'm not welcome so " I'll just get my things and go...but I have to tell you she was a damn good fuck...I'm surprised that you found such a good one...did you know that she can su..." That's about as far as he got because I hit him. He grinned and wiped the blood off his mouth. " Now I guess your little wife will have to see you get you ass stomped proper." He came at me and the bottom line is that beth did not get to see me get my ass stomped. What she did see was the brutal way I smashed her lover into little pieces.

I picked him up by his scruff and headed toward the door. "Wait a minute...I have to get my things," his voice sounded garbled.

I opened the front door and there were several men in suits waiting there. One held out a small badge. He uttered only two words, "Homeland security." They took Ted and hustled him off. Three more waited patently as I turned and walked back to Beth.

"Beth like I said I have already forgiven you...I dread to think of what you'll be facing for the rest of your life. It's out of my hands. I had to report what i saw you and Ted doing. You don't know it but you were on video the entire time. Beth I am not just a computer nerd. I am with security and I take our nation's security very seriously. I guess you can say that I am a real company man. I thought that you were my wife but I guess I was wrong. I see that you didn't take much to betray me and our marriage. These men are waiting for you and will take you away. I don;t think you will never have any more sex of any kind so I hope that it was good enough to last you a life time.

I nodded to the three men. They came and took Beth but she fought them. One took a syringe and stuck it in her arm. She took only a few seconds to relax. She looked so pitiful as she looked at me. I turned away. I heard the door close and I sat down and cried.



The Guest



Anybody who knows me will tell you I'll do almost anything. I draw the line at skydiving and waterboarding during sex. Otherwise, I'll go with the crowd. If a dozen people I know all decide to go camping in the Rockies in January, I'm there.

This can be a dangerous habit. On the other hand, it can open up opportunities to explore some things I normally wouldn't do.

Such was the case last weekend when I was invited by my friend Christine to attend a party with her. Christine is the manager of a bank across town from me. I'm an assistant manager and rely on her wisdom quite often in making decisions. We were hired at the same time and have been friends since orientation.

She's thirty two, absolutely gorgeous and very down-to-earth. Other than being close to the same age, we have nothing in common.

We met for lunch the Saturday before the party because Christine wanted to give me some 'background information' about the people that would be there. I thought that was a little strange, but always enjoy being with her, so I agreed to meet.

"Wait until you see this place," Christine said soon after we were seated. Her blue eyes widened as the excitement in her voice rose. "The house is a mansion and there aren't any neighbors for about half a mile in each direction. There are trees everywhere. You really feel like you're totally isolated, but in a good way."

We ordered our food, then Christine continued.

"I wanted to tell you about this group of people." She leaned forward a little as if nobody around us was allowed to hear what she had to say. "Rachel, I can pretty much guarantee you've never been to a party like this. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think you would have told me by now."

Christine had a nasty habit of pausing for effect when she was telling me something interesting. Normally she wouldn't go on until I answered. This time I just said, "You're probably right."

"This place has a huge pool and an awesome hot tub. You can get like a dozen people in it, if you want to sit on somebody's lap." Her smile widened. "Anyway, it won't take long for most of the women to start laying around the pool topless to work on their tans. Most of them will get into the hot tub that way, too."

So far I hadn't heard anything that would classify this crowd as abnormal. Christine had told me that they were all about our age, with some of the spouses being a few years younger and older. Lots of my friends sunbathed topless. No big deal.

"It's when the party starts moving inside the house that it gets interesting," she said. "The rooms upstairs will be busy. The unwritten rule is that the doors must stay open. Rachel, you'll see all kinds of stuff up there."

She paused. I ate my salad.

"On the main level is the pink room. We call it that because only women are allowed in. I want to take you in there, but it's totally up to you, Rachel. And then there's the basement."

This time we would have sat there all day if I hadn't said anything. "What's in the basement?" I had to ask.

"My God, Rachel." Christine would have been ON the table if she leaned any closer. "There's stuff down there you've never dreamed of. Nobody gets hurt, so don't worry about that. But...geez, Rachel, I get wet just thinking about it. Please tell me you'll at least let me take you down there."

"Well, I guess. You're going to anyway," I said with a tinge of mockery. "So, tell me—are you saying I might have sex at this thing?"

She finally leaned back in her chair. "If you don't, we need to talk."

"With just about anybody I meet?"

"It's up to you. Rachel, there's going to be people crawling all over you. You're so adorable, you'll have your pick," Christine said.

"Yeah, right. If I'm topless in that hot tub and you're next to me, nobody will even know I'm there."

"Stop it. It'll be fun. Trust me. Now let me tell you about a couple people in particular."

Now she had my attention. I liked details and I sensed I was about to get some juicy tidbits about people I'd be meeting. This would be good.

"Justine O'Toole will probably be there. She's just the cutest little thing. If I can get her away from David Keane long enough, I want her to take you to the pink room. God, Rachel. She's the one that introduced me to that room and I'll never forget it. I've never met anyone, male or female, that knew what buttons to push like she did. She's got real cute reddish hair and a great little body."

Christine and I had a couple lesbian experiences under our belts, but always as part of threesomes with guys. Neither of us actively sought out other women for sex. But I trusted her judgment when it came to her friends.

"You are not allowed to leave that party without being with Justine first," Christine ordered.

"Well, OK," I said. "Who else is there?"

"Roy the toy guy."

"Roy the toy guy?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yep. He'll be downstairs," Christine explained. "He's a workout freak. He's got the body of a world class athlete, and the cock of a stud horse. Once he works you over with one of his many toys, you'll be begging him to fuck you in every hole you've got."

Watching and hearing Christine practically whisper over the table to me so nobody could hear her was about the sexiest thing I'd done in months.

"You'll do things with him you never dreamed of doing, Rachel."

I'm one of the world's great fantasizers, so I was anxious to find out what Roy the toy guy could teach me. At the same time, I was a little doubtful of Christine's version of what the day would be like.

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Right up until the time Christine was pulling the car into the long, tree-lined driveway on the day of the party, I was skeptical. I was going to be the stranger, the outsider. Undoubtedly, cliques had been formed from parties in the past. Besides, my plain looks compared to Christine didn't help my self-esteem. I'd be ugly Betty attending a party of Playboy bunnies. No amount of alcohol could probably make a man, or woman, choose me over the people Christine said would be at this party.

It didn't help when we walked up to the house and passed luxury car after luxury car.

"I hope there's no cover charge. I won't be able to afford it," I said to Christine.

She laughed. "No cover charge. Just be yourself, Rachel. You're with friends, remember."

Christine rang the doorbell and we waited impatiently. I checked my beach bag one last time. Christine had suggested I pack my swimming stuff in a separate bag, so I had my tiniest bikini and a single towel shoved in the bottom. I could only imagine what miniscule little suit Christine had packed in her bag.

Finally, the door swung open and a good-looking guy in a tank top and shorts invited us in. He kissed Christine, who then introduced me. I got a polite handshake, but didn't take it as a personal affront. After all, I WAS the outsider.

She was right about the house. It was magnificent, and I was just in the entranceway. A chandelier hung above us, with long hallways heading in three directions. Wonderful paintings hung at perfectly spaced intervals. Natural wood floors reflected the soft lighting flawlessly.

"You know where everything is," our host said to Christine. "Almost everyone's here, so feel free to mingle and let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Bob. I'm sure everybody will love Rachel. I'm really excited she agreed to come," Christine said.

"We're glad to have her," he said, smiling at me and doing a quick scan of my body with his eyes.

I smiled back shyly as Christine led me down the main hall a few steps behind Bob. The sounds of people talking and laughing came from all around us. My head turned back and forth as I tried to steal a look inside each den, library and living room that we passed.

"I want to check out back first. Is that OK?" Christine asked.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

We had entered a huge dining room with a long table covered with snacks and food. Several people were working their way around the table as we passed by. Christine seemed to know all of them, but didn't stop to introduce me. The people were casually dressed, but nobody was naked or having sex amid the desserts, as I had envisioned it based on Christine's description.

Finally, we came to the double sliding glass doors that led us to the deck. That's when things began to change. The noise level increased and the amount of clothing decreased. The first few people I saw were all in bathing suits. The women, especially, seemed intent on showing as much skin as possible, although everybody still had both pieces on.

I heard men and women calling out Christine's name. I just put on a smile and followed her onto the deck.

"Let me introduce you to a few people and then we'll work our way down to the pool," Christine said, leaning back so I could hear her. We were on the upper level of a multi-level deck—how many levels, I couldn't tell, yet. I looked out over the railing and down onto the pool area and never-ending lawn. People were everywhere.

I was introduced to men and women, almost all gorgeous. My self-esteem insecurity raised its ugly head, but I kept convincing myself Christine wouldn't have brought me if I didn't belong. But I still wondered. I also felt a little awkward fully dressed among all the sunbathers and partiers.

We walked down one flight of steps. Still, we were not at the bottom. I met more people and we walked down one more flight.

Now we were getting somewhere. In the corner of the deck was a huge, sunken hot tub. I've been on lots of cruises with much smaller hot tubs than this one. And the crowd around us was equally impressive. People were standing or sitting in every square inch of room. Christine and I barely managed to get from one cluster of people to another. But we inched our way towards the hot tub regardless.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Christine said.

I was about ready to ask her, 'Warn me about what?', when I looked into the hot tub. Three of the four women in the tub were topless. I assumed the two men had suits on, but I couldn't tell because of the swirling water. I watched the water churn up and around the three sets of exposed breasts. It really WAS an erotic sight for somebody like me not used to seeing much public nudity.

"Christine!" one of the topless women yelled out. "Come on in!"

"Ah, not quite yet, Megan. I just got here," Christine explained. "Everybody, this is Rachel."

She touched my arm and everyone in the tub welcomed me. I tried not to be too obvious in my attempts to answer the question about the guys having suits on, at the same time saying 'Hi'.

"You're coming back to join us, right Rachel?" one of the guys asked. "There's room right here." He barely moved to the side and motioned at the tiny space next to him.

"Reserve it for me," I said. His attention was soon taken by one of the half naked ladies next to him.

"C'mon, Rachel," Christine said. "Let's get to the pool and change into our suits."

It sounded like a good idea and we walked down one more level. Finally on the grass, we headed for the mammoth pool area. Elegant tile flooring rimmed the pool, with lounge chairs everywhere. Very few were empty, but Christine managed to find two together and we laid out our towels. I was still taking in the surroundings, checking out the tables and umbrellas, not to mention the people sitting at them.

"Let's change," Christine said, taking my hand and leading me toward a small hut-like structure with a thatched roof. When we got there, one of the two small doors was open.

"We'll have to share," she said.

I followed her in and we began to change into our bathing suits. It had been a while since I saw Christine naked. Being so close to her in that hut reminded me of how sensational her body was. Eventually, we had our bikinis on and were heading back to the chairs.

"What do you want to drink?" Christine asked. "They can make margaritas if you want one."

She knew I had a weakness for them.

"Sure. That would be great."

A couple minutes later we were laying back in our lounge chairs, sipping margaritas and talking to friends. If that's all we did all day it would have been OK with me. But watching the people around the pool—and IN the pool—beginning to get a little 'friendlier' with each other hinted at more to come than just talking.

When it was just Christine and I alone for a second, she leaned over and said, "It won't be long before the real action begins. When I see the first clue, I'll let you know."

I took that to mean topless in the hot tub was not a clue.

"How'd this all get started, anyway? I mean, whose idea was it?" I asked.

"It started with Bob and his wife. He's the guy who met us at the door," Christine said. "They began swapping spouses with two other couples. Then they all invited friends to join them. They decided to cap it at about fifty or sixty people, but we're all allowed to bring a guest if we want. Right now we all trust each other. They don't want it getting so big we don't feel safe."

"Who pays for all this?" I said, holding up my drink.

"Oh, Bob gets most of it. He can afford it. But the 'regulars' all pitch in a little each time, too."

"Do I owe you anything?" I asked.

Christine just laughed. "No, of course not. Just enjoy yourself."

I looked around the pool again and couldn't help but notice an attractive woman sitting in the lap of a man across the pool from us. Her legs hung over the sides of their lounge chair. The man lay on his back, but was tilted up enough so that his face was at her chest level. The couple was far enough away that I couldn't make out details, but there was no doubt that the topless woman was letting the man suck on, or lick, her breasts.

I was mesmerized by the scene. I'd seen other people have sex before, but this was different. This was 'in your face' voyeurism at its best. The people around them talked, sunbathed or ate as if nothing was happening. Meanwhile, the topless woman squirmed with pleasure as the man under her continued to work on her tits.

I felt my pussy react with involuntary contractions and a noticeable buildup of moisture. I wanted to touch myself, or play with my nipples. Instead, I just stared. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled my eyes away.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

The words stunned me back to life. I looked over at Christine. She was smiling at me wickedly.

"That's the least of what you'll see today," she said, taking a sip of her margarita.

"You must think I'm a total idiot," I said.

"Nope. I did the same thing the first time. You'll get used to it."

I looked at the couple again. The woman had climbed off the chair and was sitting in one next to the man, her back to me. It appeared as if her hands were on, or near, his lap. But I couldn't tell.

"It must be hot knowing people are watching," I said.

"Very," Christine replied. She, too, was now gazing at the couple.

The pool was between us and the pair making out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another couple in the water, leaning against the edge of the pool in the deep end. Water was up to their necks, yet their actions were quite apparent. The woman was pressed firmly against the man, who seemed to be holding her up by the ass or waist. The sun's reflection on the water concealed their bodies.

"God, Christine. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take," I confided.

She laughed. "Just wait."

The sound of women laughing turned my attention to the side. A group of about six women, half of them sitting and half of them standing, were talking loudly with the center of attention being an incredibly sexy woman in a bright red bikini. The suit highlighted her burgundy colored hair. The more I looked the harder it was to take my eyes off her.

Clearly, the other women were drawn to her as well and, although I couldn't hear what they were saying, she seemed to be the one carrying the conversation. She didn't have the largest breasts at the party by any means, but the overall effect of her petite frame was stunning. So the combination of looks and personality seemed to make her a popular guest.

"Do you like her?" Christine asked.

"Uh, yeah." Once again, she caught me staring.

"Want to meet her?"

I felt my pulse quicken. "Sure."

Christine put her drink down, rose to her feet and leisurely walked over to the group I was watching. I saw them chatting for a minute, then Christine was talking to the pretty redhead. Soon, both of them were heading my way.

Now that the woman was standing and a little closer, I could admire her body even more. There was no doubt why she was so well-liked.

Finally, they were standing next to me.

"Rachel, I want you to meet Justine. Justine, this is my friend Rachel."

So THIS was Justine O'Toole of pink room fame. "Hi," I said. "Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Rachel. Why doesn't it surprise me that Christine would show up with such a pretty guest."

I'm not real good at accepting compliments, especially when I'm in awe of the person giving it to me. I smiled and said 'thanks'.

Christine found a chair for Justine while I sat on the edge of my lounger. Up close, Justine was even more attractive. She didn't have the perfect tan so many of the other people had, but I blamed that on her red hair. Justine made up for it with flawless skin and wonderful, gentle curves in just the right places.

We talked for a few minutes and Justine filled me in on some of the more interesting people within sight. She pointed out David Keane who I remembered Christine talking about in the restaurant.

"I hate to lead other women to him," Justine said with a grin, "but if you get the chance, spend some time with him. You won't regret it."

Her meaning was clear, which intrigued me considering what Christine had told me about her.

"Justine, I told Rachel you might show the pink room to her. Do you think you'll have time?" Christine asked.

I saw Justine's eyes travel down my body and back up. The inspection was quick, but thorough.

She smiled. "Oh, I think I have time right now."

The words were music to my ears.

"Great. Rachel, you ready?" Christine said.

I replied, "Let's go."

We began to weave through the crowd. Christine leaned back and whispered to me, "The fun's about to begin."

This must have been the clue we were waiting for and the butterflies in my stomach confirmed as much. We entered the house through a ground-level door, then made our way up to the first floor. It was even more crowded—and louder—than when Christine and I first arrived. A couple women were topless, but that hardly shocked me anymore.

We entered one of the many hallways in the house. Justine led the way, with Christine and I close behind. We passed two open rooms before coming to a closed door with a pink ribbon hanging from the doorknob. We were there.

Justine gently opened the door, looked back at us with a smile, and escorted us inside.

There were two double beds along the wall on the right. The one closest to the door was empty. The one closest to the window wasn't. In the middle of the bed, on top of the pink bedspread, were two naked women in the sixty-nine position. The room was silent except for the sounds of their lovemaking.

Two women were standing at the foot of the bed holding hands, watching intently. Another couple sat on a couch to our left. They were all dressed, either in swimming suits or shorts and t-shirts.

I refocused on the naked bodies entwined on the bed. They appeared to be middle-aged women, a blonde and a brunette. As I was becoming accustomed to, neither one had an ounce of fat anywhere, but they weren't supermodels either. Just above-average women enjoying each other...or so the sounds indicated.

The blonde was on top and her flowing hair somewhat obscured our view of her mouth working on the brunette's pussy. However, we could plainly see the brunette working her tongue in and out of the blonde's slit, occasionally moving up to lick her clit.




The Guest



Now I was getting desperate. I thought about David Keane shoving his huge cock—at least, that's what I envisioned—up my thoroughly drenched pussy. Then I remembered I was in the pink room. Ladies only.

Justine stepped back until she was standing next to me. She put her lips by my ear and whispered, "Isn't this awesome, being able to watch this without fear of interruption?"

I nodded. "It must be very stimulating knowing that you're being watched."

"It's SO much better," she said. I felt her body touch mine. "Take off your top, Rachel."

I knew it was coming eventually. I didn't know how or when, but being told so abruptly...in this place...seemed perfect. I eagerly untied my bikini top and pulled it off. Christine put out her hand and I gave the top to her. At the same time, Justine moved behind me. I had goose bumps when she put her body on mine. Then her hands were touching my breasts.

My breath came in gasps as she massaged my sensitive nipples. Justine compressed my breasts onto my chest, then released them and pinched my nipples again. I thought I was going to cum watching the couple on the bed and feeling my breasts being manipulated by the beautiful redhead.

"You have wonderful tits, Rachel. I want to taste them soon. Please?" Justine was whispering into my ear.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Let me get you naked first."

Justine's hands slid inside the bottom of my bikini. She pulled it down my legs and over my feet. She handed it to Christine and stood behind me again. I noticed the women on the couch looking at me with wide grins. It was the sexiest I ever felt in my life.

Justine put her hands on my ass, then moved them around until she was touching my pussy. One hand sought out my wet opening while the other moved up to my clit. I spread my legs and let her explore me. My entire body shivered when she pressed harder against my aching clit.

"You want me, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You're very pretty. I want to make you cum," Justine said.

I nodded, unable to move or talk as fingers searched out every inch of my pussy. Justine pressed her palm against my clit.

"Oh, God!" I gasped, unable to hold it back.

"Turn around and take off my suit, Rachel."

I would do anything to get her hands away from me before I came like a teenager before even hitting the bed. I faced Justine and took off her top. Her small breasts rose from her chest in a very erotic way. Christine was much bigger, but these were sexy in their own right. After a few seconds, I kneeled down and removed Justine's bikini bottom. A narrow strip of reddish brown hair rose from above her clit. Otherwise, she was completely shaven, much like me.

I stood back up and waited for more orders. They came in the way of a long, passionate kiss. It took me by surprise, but nothing surprised me more than my response. I put my hands on Justine's ass, pulled her toward me, and kissed her back with as much, or more, enthusiasm than I'd ever kissed anybody before. Our tongues darted in and out; our hands caressed each other; and our pussies rubbed against each other in frantic desire.

I wanted Justine so bad I couldn't stand it. Nor did I care who was there to watch.

Justine and I fell onto the empty bed, still holding each other tightly. It only took us a second or two to turn ourselves around so that we were squarely in the middle of the narrow bed. I rolled until I was on top of Justine. Then I dove for her breasts, nearly mad in my desire to have her.

My mouth enveloped the tip of her left breast. My tongue instantly found her nipple and I began licking her. Then I moved my lips around her bright pink nipple and sucked on it, pulling it up at the same time.

"Yes! Oh God, Rachel. Yes! Suck my tit!"

I used my hand to push it into my mouth before moving over and doing the same thing with her other breast. Her moans combined with those from the other bed, where the women were obviously close to cumming. I sucked on Justine's breasts until both nipples were double their normal size.

That's when Justine used her legs to roll me off and turn me onto my back.

"It's time for you to cum," she told me.

I watched her red head glide past my stomach and between my legs. I spread them for her just as her hands touched the inside of my thighs. I thought about what Christine had said about her—the fact she knew what buttons to press. I was about to find out.

Justine got on her knees, pinned her hair behind her ears and lowered her face to my pussy. The delay that followed was agonizing. Where was she going to touch me? How long could I hold out before cumming?

Then I felt it...Justine's tongue...between the folds of skin protecting my pussy. I twitched at her touch. She put her hands on my hips to hold me in place while she began to explore me with her mouth. I was wet and I knew she could taste me. God, I needed to cum.

On the other bed, moans had turned into muffled shrieks as orgasms got closer. Just as I started to concentrate on them, I felt Justine's tongue spread apart the opening to my pussy. Like a finger, it began to probe the entrance. Then, like a cock, it entered me.

"Deeper. Deeper, please!" I begged.

Justine put her hands on my ass, lifted me off the bed, and drove her tongue seemingly as far into me as any cock had ever been. But she did something no cock could ever do. She used the tip of her tongue to explore the top, sides and bottom of my pussy. Areas no cock could ever touch were discovered.

"Oh God, Justine. There! Yes. There!"

Above my own cries, the women next to us each came with screams of pleasure. I listened to them moan and groan and beg for more. I was only able to see the face of one woman, buried in the pussy of the other. But the look in her eyes...the moans of joy while she came...the movement of her tongue against the other woman all excited me.

Then Justine's tongue began to fuck me with rapid jabs. My mind was quickly back on my own pleasure. I opened my eyes long enough to see everybody in the room watching us. Watching me! Watching me having sex with a beautiful woman.

I put my hand on the back of Justine's head, pulling her closer. I never wanted her tongue to leave my pussy. But it did, and just when I was about to beg her to put it back, I felt it on my clit. Her entire mouth was on my clit.

"Fuck! Fuck, Justine. I'm gonna cum!"

She didn't say a word. She just kept sucking on my clit and assaulting it with her tongue.

"Now! I'm cumming!"

I raised my hips higher, forced my pussy against Justine's face and started to cum. I'm normally in total control when I cum, but not this time. My head was spinning, I couldn't breathe right and I lost control over the incoherent sounds coming out of my mouth. I clutched at the covers with my hands and hung on as each wave of my orgasm shot through my body.

When I thought I was almost done, Justine reached up and squeezed one of my nipples. New shockwaves went straight to my pussy and my orgasm continued. She repeated that until I found myself trying to back away from her tongue, desperately trying to make it stop. Yet, each lick of my clit made me cum some more.

Justine only stopped when I collapsed on the bed, unable to resist any more.

I looked down at her. She was bent over the end of the bed, her ass up in the air. I couldn't understand why she wasn't moving at first. Then I realized that Christine's face was between Justine's legs.

Justine threw her head back, mumbled something I couldn't understand, and began to cum. It was so cool to watch another woman cum from where I was. Justine's hair swung wildly as she came harder and harder. I saw Christine's hands on her breasts, squeezing them roughly. Justine cried out for more.

After another minute or so, Justine crumpled onto the bed, her head resting on my pussy. So THAT was what the pink room was all about, I thought.

I rolled off the bed and found my bikini. As Justine and I were dressing, another pair of women was taking our place. I doubted that either one would feel as good as I did after just experiencing Justine O'Toole.

"Wow," Christine said. "That was awesome. Was it as good as it looked?"

"Better," I admitted.

"Will you come back?" Justine asked me.

"If I'm invited."

"I'm inviting you," she said with a grin.

We left the pink room and strolled back into the crowd. I had lost all sense of time, but it must have been long enough for the party to progress nicely. Nearly all the women in the house were topless and groping of all forms was prevalent in every room. Sex was apparently limited to the many bedrooms and dens in the house, but the grabbing of tits, ass and cocks had no boundaries.

"I need a drink," Christine said above the din of the crowd.

"Me, too." The session with Justine had pretty much wiped out the effects of my first drink.

We managed to find a bar, ordered margaritas and mingled some more. I let Christine lead the way and she took us to a gigantic family room. At least it had empty chairs. It felt good to sit and relax.

We were approached by a couple really fine guys in the first fifteen minutes, but kindly begged off from any activities with them. They didn't need to know we'd just exhausted ourselves in the pink room. But nearly an hour of talking and watching couples making out put us back in the 'mood'. Maybe the margaritas had something to do with it, too.

"I think we should head downstairs," Christine said during a lull in our conversation.

"Didn't you say it gets a little crazy down there?"

"C'mon, Rachel. You're not going to wimp out on me are you?" she asked with a concerned look.

"I'm just kidding. I just wanted to make sure it would be worth my time to go."

"Oh, trust me. It will be worth your time," she said.

"Then let's go."

I relied, once again, on Christine to guide us there. Apparently the basement was a routine stomping ground of hers because she took us straight to the door. The stairway led us to a finished area that looked better than anywhere in my condo. There were couches on three of the four walls, as well as end tables and a big screen TV. About a half dozen people were in the room, all of whom knew Christine.

I was introduced to the group and welcomed by all. Surprisingly—at least to me—was the fact everybody was completely dressed. Yes, they had rather tiny bathing suits on, but the suits were ON.

Just then, a door across from us was opened and a young couple entered the room. While the door was open, a woman's screams could be heard. They weren't screams of pain, but I didn't immediately recognize them as screams of pleasure, either.

Christine looked over at me and smiled. "You ready?"

I nodded.

As we passed the young couple, I noticed the girl's hair was messed up and beads of sweat were on her brow. Yet, she smiled at us. Was I really ready for this?

We went through the door and closed it behind us. I couldn't believe what I saw. A huge room was filled, like a gym, with every conceivable sexual device. There were tables, benches, chairs, chains hanging from the walls, ropes hanging from the ceiling...you name it. On one table, a naked woman was stretched out on her back, her arms and legs fastened at each corner. Two men hovered over her, one at her breasts and one at her pussy. The one at her breasts had a gadget of some type he was rubbing against her nipples. The other guy was inserting something into the 'victim's' gaping pussy. Her writhing body and plaintive moans were ignored by the men.

Against the opposite wall, another naked woman was being fastened to metal handcuffs. The man with her was also naked and his erection confirmed the enjoyment HE was getting out of it.

"Well? Want to stay?" Christine asked.

"Hell yes," I said. I pointed to the woman on the table. "This is about to get good."

Both men were now stroking their cocks, pointing them at the woman's breasts and pussy. I was hypnotized by the scene and wasn't about to look away until they were done. Within a minute, the guy by her chest grunted, laid his cock on her tit, and shot load after load of cum all over her. Soon afterward, her pussy and stomach were being covered with layers of cum from the other guy.

When I thought he was done, he plunged his cock inside the woman and fucked her wildly. In no time at all, she was squealing with delight as she, too, got to cum.

"Wow," I said almost to myself.

"I know," Christine said. "Isn't this fun?"

We started walking across the room. Three men and a woman entered from another door and Christine immediately put her hand in the air.

"Roy! Hey, Roy. Come here," she yelled.

A middle-aged man with hair graying around the temples approached us with a bigger than normal smile. "Christine. Finally. I was wondering where you were at?"

"I've been showing Rachel around. Rachel, this is Roy."

We shook hands. This had to be Roy the toy guy, I assumed. "Hi."

"Hi," he said, looking me over. "Christine, you always have the most beautiful friends."

I thanked him, at the same time wondering how many 'beautiful friends' Christine must have brought to these parties.

"Isn't she a babe?" Christine asked the man. "I promised her I'd bring her down to meet you."

Roy gazed at me with a more serious look this time. "So, Rachel. What's your favorite fantasy?"

I was a little stunned by his question, not sure how to respond. "Do you mean sexual fantasy?"

"Of course," he said.

I thought for a second, adjusting the straps on my bikini to stall for time. "Well, I suppose being held against my will by a group of guys...forced to have sex with them. Like in the middle ages where they kept you in a dungeon or something."

"Bondage?"

"Maybe a little," I admitted. Christine was looking at me with the strangest look on her face. "Another woman would be with me and I'd have to watch them have sex with her, too."

"God, Rachel," Christine said.

Roy beamed with delight. He turned to find the small group he had left to join us. "Paul," he yelled across the room. "Come here."

A muscular man in his mid- to late-thirties walked over to us. He might have been the best looking guy I'd seen all day. "What's up, Roy?"

"This is Rachel and I think you know Christine," Roy said.

Paul smiled knowingly at Christine and said 'Hi' to me.

"They've been bad girls, Paul. We need to take them to the cell."

Just the sound of the word—cell—caused my pulse to speed up.

"A little punishment might do them good," Roy said.

"Let's do it," Paul said, moving behind me.

Suddenly, my hands were pulled behind my back and were locked tightly within Paul's grasp. Roy did the same to Christine. Then we were led towards another door. My breasts pushed against the lightweight material of my bikini, threatening to burst free because of my arms being held behind me. When we got to the door, Paul easily held both of my wrists in one hand while pushing the door open with the other.

We entered a much darker room; dark enough that it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. When they did I realized I was in a room the likes of which I had never seen before. Amazingly, it looked very much like the dungeons I had imagined my whole life. The walls were rough and unfinished; round metal hooks protruded from several different levels; and chains hung ominously in the corners. More devices were spaced evenly throughout the smallish chamber. I couldn't immediately determine what their uses were. That scared me a little.

The door slammed behind us and I jumped.

"Welcome to the cell, ladies," Roy announced. "How long you stay here is totally up to you. Let us do what we want and you'll be free soon. You may try to struggle...you may try to escape...but that will only add to your punishment."

He let the intent of his words sink in. Then he said to Paul, "We'll need help with these two. Let's get them secured, then call in some of the guys."

So my wish had come true. But would it be like I imagined?

"You won't be needing this top," Paul said to me just before yanking on the string in the back that formed the bow holding it together. Even before the material could slide off my breasts, he was pulling the top over my head and off my arms, which he had released. I barely had time to look around when he grabbed me again, shoving me towards a wall at the same time.

"Turn around," he ordered.

He let go and I swiveled to face him. I saw Christine next to me, also topless. My left arm was pulled hard enough that I stumbled in that direction. Then my hand was raised and quickly clamped inside a metal constraint. It clicked shut with an awful sound. Paul walked in front of me with no emotion on his face. My other hand was secured and I hung helplessly from the wall.

Then it was Christine's turn. She was led to something that looked like a gymnastics vault, only it was rounded on top and thickly padded. Roy stretched out her arms on one side and tied them to a set of legs under the vault. Paul was behind Christine and pulled off the rest of her bikini.

"You look very inviting, Christine," Paul said, slapping her lightly on the ass. "But we have to deal with your cute friend first."

He came over to me and stood very close. His eyes looked down at my half-naked body. "Very nice," he said. "It's going to be a shame to...well, you know."

My heart pounded as he kneeled down and pulled on my bikini bottom. When he had it off, he stood back up and put his hands on my breasts. They were cold and hard against my nipples. That only heightened the sensation and sent stronger ripples down to my pussy. I watched him bend over and place his mouth over top of my left breast. His tongue and lips began to work on my nipple before moving over to my other breast. I tried not to moan...tried not to give him the satisfaction. But his hands were all over me and I wanted more.

"I'll be back, Rachel. It's time to bring in the reinforcements," Paul said. He pinched my nipple, saw the reaction on my face, and turned to walk out of the room.

Roy was opening a metal cabinet in the far corner. I couldn't see what was inside, but a moment later he closed the doors and came towards Christine and me. He was carrying something in each hand.

"So you want to be forced to have sex with other guys, Rachel. Until the 'other guys' get here, you'll have to rely on my toys. I brought two of my favorites. You can tell me which one you like the best."

Once he got close enough, I could make out what was in his hands. The first looked like a flashlight, except it had a ball-like head that was substantially bigger than the shaft. The other 'toy' appeared to be the rubber cast from a very large cock. In the dim light it looked extremely realistic—just huge.

He set aside the dildo and turned the other object around in his hand so that he was looking at its base. A flick of his finger resulted in a barely audible humming sound...and a wry smile on his face.

"Just hang on and enjoy it, Rachel. All your fantasies are about to come true."

Roy positioned the toy directly in front of my right breast. The humming was definitely louder now. I gasped when he put the large head on my nipple. The vibrating sensation generated ripples of electricity through every nerve in my body.

Roy moved the object around my entire breast, always coming back to the most sensitive part—the nipple. Then he worked on the other breast and new shockwaves rolled through me. I had my eyes closed, but opened them quickly when I heard men's voices from the doorway.

Paul had brought two guys back with him. I didn't recognize either one from earlier, but my first impression was favorable. If they wanted to ravish my naked body it would be OK with me.

"Ah, good," Roy said. "Now we can get started."

I wondered what he thought we'd been doing so far. Then I concentrated again on his wonderful toy and what it was doing to my breasts.




The Guest



Paul and one of his buddies went over to Christine. The other new guy came over to Roy and me. He was about forty, tall and lean. There was nothing exceptional about him, except for the fact I knew he might soon be fucking me while I was shackled to the wall.

"Hey, Tom. Isn't she cute all tied up and everything?" Roy asked.

Tom ran his hands over my bare breasts. "Very cute. Seems like she likes it so far." He rolled my erect nipple between his fingers.

"Yep. She has this fantasy of being held captive and taken by a group of guys. Think you can help?"

"My pleasure," Tom said, his hand moving down to my pussy.

Roy resumed using his toy while Tom probed my pussy and clit with his fingers. I tightly shut my eyes and leaned my head back trying not to instantly succumb to the actions of these two men.

"Don't you dare cum, Rachel," Roy said. "We'll decide when and how you cum. Understand?"

I nodded. I felt Tom's hand on my ass, clutching and squeezing my flesh. Roy was pressing the vibrator harder and harder against my tits. My entire body wanted to explode.

Then Roy was sliding his toy down my stomach, around my navel and past my clit. It was on my thigh and I spread my legs, deliberately opening myself up for him. I felt the trembling of the large head approach my wet pussy.

"That's it, Rachel. Spread yourself wider for me."

My toes were on the ground as I readied myself. It got closer and closer. Then, finally, my pussy felt the cold object as it pressed between the flaps of skin. I struggled for breath, not knowing what he'd do next with the marvelous toy.

"You're SO wet, Rachel. And we haven't even started yet," Roy said.

The vibrator spent thirty seconds taunting my pussy. My legs began to ache from the muscles contracting. I had to relax. But then the toy moved again...higher.

"God, no. I'll cum," I said. I was surprised the words came out, but it was true.

The toy was right under my clit, just an inch away. I tried to pull away, but Tom applied pressure on my ass and pushed me back towards Roy and his vibrator.

"No! Please," I begged.

Then I felt it...the quivering head of the vibrator touching my erect clit.

"Ahhh! Oh, God!" I cried out.

"Don't do it," Roy ordered. "Don't cum!"

But the vibrator was rolling over my clit and sending orders to the rest of my body to cum...long and hard. Suddenly, a hard smack on my ass took my attention away and a new feeling took over—pain. Another smack and I cried out.

It was Tom's bare hand, perfectly placed to bring on the greatest amount of pain and pleasure, simultaneously. By the third spank, tears were forming in my eyes.

"Please stop! Please!" I begged again.

"But you want this, Rachel. You want all the men in this room to have you," Roy said.

It was true and he knew it. Yet, the combination of things happening to my body was too much.

The spanking stopped, only to be followed by a different awareness...one that wasn't new to me. Tom's very hard cock was resting on my ass, right where he had been spanking me. The contrast between the two feelings was incredible.

Roy reached over and grabbed his second toy, the huge, simulated cock. This was obviously the cast of somebody's real cock...and I was impressed. And scared. There was no way I could possibly...

"Tell us what you want, Rachel," Roy said.

I didn't know where to begin. But I wanted to cum, badly. So I said, "I want to cum."

"We all want to cum, Rachel. But you have specific desires. Tell us what you really want."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Just me?" Roy asked, pressing the tip of the dildo against my pussy.

I caught my breath, hoping he wouldn't insert it while I tried to talk. "I want to be fucked by all the guys in here."

"That's more like it, Rachel. But first we have to make sure you can take it."

With Tom's cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass and his hands all over my breasts, Roy slowly began to push his huge toy inside of me. For some reason, I looked over at Christine at the same time. She had a cock in her mouth while another guy was positioned behind her, ready to fuck her from behind.

"Oh, fuck. No! No!" I screamed as the dildo spread my pussy wider than I ever had been spread. I pulled on the cuffs holding my arms in place, hopelessly trying to escape.

Roy kept pushing. Thankfully, I was soaking wet and I felt inch after inch of the fake cock disappear inside me. Just when I thought he would rip my insides out, Roy began to slowly fuck me with his toy.

I simply moaned incoherently with each thrust. Tom's body pressed against mine from behind and his cock threatened to enter my virgin ass.

"Do you still want to cum?" Roy asked.

"God, yes! Let me cum, please."

"Tell me one more time what you want."

"I want you to fuck me and let me cum. Please!"

"Tom, I think she wants a real cock in her. Can you do the pleasure?" Roy said.

"Gladly." Tom moved around to face me as Roy methodically pulled out the fake cock. When it was finally removed I felt incredibly empty.

Without saying a word, Tom moved into place and put his cock where the toy had just been. With one violent, sudden thrust he was inside me.

"Ahhhhh, fuck," I cried. But not from pain.

The next minute or two were pure ecstasy. Tom's cock was big and long and thick, but not like the toy. It explored every inch of my pussy but didn't stretch me beyond comfort. It was more than wonderful.

"I need to cum. Now!" I announced.

"Do it," Tom whispered to me. "Cum for me now."

All the tension building up since entering the room was released in the strongest orgasm I could ever remember. My screams were only eclipsed by those of Christine. She was being fucked from behind, me from in front. Neither of us could move.

Tom put his hands under my thighs and pulled up my legs, wrapping them around his waist. This allowed even more of his cock to enter me and I came some more. I slammed my body against his while orgasm after orgasm overtook me.

Near the end I felt his warm cum filling my pussy. He grunted loudly, rammed his cock deeper into me and poured multiple shots within me.

When it was over I hung like a ragdoll from the wall, Tom's limp cock falling out of me. Roy sucked both breasts for a minute, but the feeling wasn't the same as before.

I looked at Christine. Cum dripped from her face. Her wet and cum-filled pussy was spread open for all of us to see. Her ass was pink from the guy who had been behind her.

"Hey, Paul. Maybe it's time to move the girls around a little," Roy said to his friend.

"Yeah. I think a new position would feel good to them. Besides, Christine here needs a shower."

I was anxious to have my arms freed, but I wasn't sure I liked the tone of Paul's voice. Soon, Christine and I were let loose from our constraints. Christine stood up and stretched her back, wiping cum from her chin.

"C'mon here, Christine. You can use this shower." Paul led her to a corner of the room where a shower head stuck out of the wall. There was no curtain, just a drain under her feet. Christine adjusted the hot and cold until she was satisfied, then tilted her head back and let the water run over her. Everybody in the room was captivated by the show. The water poured over her luscious body and all the men, especially Roy who had not fucked me, got hard at the sight.

"God, I could watch this all day," Tom said.

I looked at his semi-erect cock. "Obviously."

When she was done and dried off, Paul took Christine and put her wrists in nooses that hung from the ceiling. I was led to a small table, where my hands were tied to the corners. The table hit my stomach as I bent awkwardly over it.

"Play time is over, girls. It's time for the real punishment to begin," Roy said.

I tilted my head in an effort to see what was happening. I heard the guys moving around, but never actually saw what they were doing. My first clue was when I heard a loud swish, followed by Christine's recognizable squeal. Then another.

In the few seconds it took me to put two and two together, I heard a louder whoosh, followed by the most intense tingling I'd ever felt in my ass. The second one was worse. The initial contact was bad, but when the whip—or whatever they were using—was dragged across my ass, an unusual feeling occurred. It was much more sensual. Almost pleasurable.

Then I realized it was something with a series of very thin strips of material that was hitting me. And after a dozen strikes, the tears were back in my eyes and my pussy was soaking wet again. Whoever was hitting me was aiming lower now, more around my pussy than my ass.

"Spread those nice legs, Rachel. Open up for us." It was Paul's voice, but I didn't know who was hitting me. It didn't matter.

Across the room, I heard Roy say, "How's that feel on those nipples, babe? Want me to stop?"

I didn't hear anything.

"Want me to stop, Christine?"

"No," I heard her whimper.

Meanwhile, my ass and pussy were repeatedly thwacked. Each time, the material was dragged over my sensitive pussy, rubbing against my clit...making me hotter and hotter. I couldn't imagine what it must have felt like against the nipples, like Christine was getting. My pussy throbbed even more thinking about it.

I found myself thrusting my ass higher into the air, attempting to increase the contact with my clit while, at the same, dreading the pain of the next strike. My mind and body were in total conflict and the eroticism of it all was driving me closer to another orgasm.

Christine's screams were also a weird mix of suffering and sex. I would have loved to watch, but I was limited to my dark little space, having to concentrate on my own 'punishment'.

Whoever was whipping me began to hit me in such a way that the material was coming up between my legs, wrapping around my pussy, then being pulled back across my clit. This guy knew what he was doing. Then I realized it wasn't Roy. I could see just enough to recognize him, naked, at my side. He was stroking his very long cock, aiming it at my back and ass. The look on his face was precious. He truly enjoyed what was happening.

Nobody said it wasn't OK to cum, so I let myself get closer and closer. I would have given anything to be able to rub my clit harder. But the intermittent, brief contact of the whip had its own effect on me. A good one.

I moaned louder with each smack, rocked my ass as if I was fucking the whip, and shook my head in agony. I kept thinking, 'The next one will put me over the edge.' But I needed more and more.

Finally, mercifully I started to cum.

"God, yes! Yes! Don't stop! Please!"

My body pounded against the table. I pulled up with my arms and lifted the legs off the floor for a second from the raw energy of my orgasm. Then I heard Christine obviously cumming and it excited me even more.

Whack. Whack. Dragging across my clit.

And then Roy groaned and I looked just in time to see a long stream of white cum pouring out of his cock onto my ass. He came a half dozen times and my pussy continued to pulse with the thrill of everything happening to me. Never in my dreams did I think I could cum like that so soon after being hung from the wall and submitted to Roy's awesome toy.

"You are unbelievable," Roy said to me. "Fucking unbelievable."

I was too exhausted to respond. Sweat dripped onto the table below my head and I thought back to the woman I saw leaving the basement. Know I knew.

Christine and I were freed, once again, from our restraints. She was a mess. Her hair—usually extremely well-kept—looked like it hadn't been washed in a week. A mixture of cum and her own juices dripped down her thighs. Her breasts were a bright pink.

"Well, well," Paul said with a smile. "I think you two can rest for a minute, then take a shower. Together."

Hmmmm. This was turning into a GREAT party.



The Guest Bed



I find nothing ahead of me exciting. The day is dreary, gray, and far too warm to look that way. A storm is coming in: I can see the kohl-black clouds sprawled out across the sky, looming heavily over the fields as I bring the laundry off the line. I wonder if there will be a tornado, if maybe I'll have to go down-cellar.

Down-cellar.

A glimmer of hope fills me at the thought. I consider the possibility of a storm and convince myself that the odds are good, that maybe I should just go ahead anyway. It's wishful thinking but I don't care.

In the coolness of the cellar, lingering under the aroma of Tide and mothballs is the scent of lust. Over beside the noisy washing machine, underneath the squeaking kitchen floorboard is the faded plaid sofa bed where you're resigned to sleep each night. I can see your pillow, still holding the shape of your head even though you've been gone for hours now. A single strand of light-brown hair rests on it. I pluck it up and hold it to my lips, wishing it was still attached to you, willing this kiss to somehow make contact with you.

My eyes roam downwards, along the patchwork quilt. I envy its handmade softness which was only hours ago resting against your skin. I know there was nothing between you and it. I've been downstairs to check up on you, and I know you sleep bare. 

Since I cannot have you now, I must satisfy myself with touching what you have touched. I rest myself against the arm of the couch, hurriedly kicking off my Keds. My jeans have to come off now, and my pink cotton panties quickly follow them. I whip off the navy blue polo I'm wearing and practically rip my bra off. I need to be naked, to have this quilt against my skin like you did last night. 

I toss a leg over the arm of the couch and gather up the blanket. I'm sure I look a sight: blonde hair tousled from removing my shirt, straddling a couch with a rumpled blanket pressed to my breasts. I don't care. All I want is your hands on me. This blanket is the closest I will get, so I close my eyes and grip it tightly, drawing it across my nipples. I know it tickled yours the same way. Did it raise them up as bright and pink as mine right now? Did each little movement of fabric send a rush downwards?

That thought reminds me that part of this blanket has touched you down there. Did it get caught between your legs as you slept? Has one corner of this quilt rubbed against your clit? Did you touch yourself? Did you dampen it with your sweetness? I must find out!

In an awkward turning move, my hands raise every last inch of fabric to my nose. I think I've found a spot that smells somewhat musky. It drives me mad and my lips want to taste it, wants to pretend it's your gorgeous pussy instead of some cotton and batting. My fingers hold it tight as my tongue slowly traces around that sweet square, a blue square. I resolve that the color blue will always turn me on.

I draw it further into my mouth, sucking on it. I wish this could be flesh, a little nub I can suck on and lick until your thighs clamp around my ears and you tremble, begging me to stop. I take the other end of the quilt and rub it against myself, my hips beginning to rock along the armrest of the sofa. I pretend your face is beneath me, your lips tickling my nethers. This cotton is your tongue, and my hands send it delving into my pussy before bringing it up to my clit, circling it around. 

I rest that end of the quilt on the armrest so I can fuck myself with my fingers. I wish they were yours, your middle finger driving into me just so until it finds a swollen spot. Your finger -or is it mine?- presses gently, rubbing back and forth, raising it up even more. I know you're going to share this with me, that you want to drink me in.

I imagine your mouth opened expectantly, and my legs begin to tremble. I feel the urge building in me as my thumb circles my hardened clit and my middle finger milks the sweet spot between my lips. Suddenly I tense, overwhelmed with sensation. In that one second, the taste of you is so full on my tongue. I can feel every thread in the quilt between my thighs. Each detail is so clear and I swear I can see your gaze from below as I release a stream of my honey onto your waiting face. I hear you tasting it, savoring it as my fingers pound furiously, drumming out more and more until I can bear it no longer and I collapse downward, my face buried in your pillow.

After some time, I rise from the couch, alone yet satisfied. I find my jeans and shimmy my way back into them. I ignore the bra in favor for just a shirt, which I pull over my head. I grab the laundry basket, open the washer and pile everything in, ready for the line. I reluctantly begin the climb up the stairs, glancing backwards. I laugh. Your blanket is soaked. I wonder if you'll notice tonight.



The Guest House



All of a sudden, my car started sputtering & steaming. I pulled off the road & stopped. Groaning, I popped the hood & steam came boiling out. I knew what the trouble probably was but I couldn't do anything to fix it. Getting out, I opened the hood further & found that I had been right; one of the hoses to the radiator had a huge tear in it. Luckily, I really wasn't out in the middle of nowhere so I grabbed my pack, locked the car & started walking to the store a few miles away. 

It was a little 'Mom & Pop' type store by the name of 'The Stop & Go Mart' with a little bit of everything & gas pumps. The day was hot & by the time I got there, I was sweat soaked in spite of wearing loose shorts & a T shirt with running shoes. The owner was sitting at the register, reading the paper as there were no customers to keep an eye on. I went directly to him & asked if there was a tow truck operator nearby. He eyed me curiously & asked me what the trouble was. I told him my sad little story about my radiator hose busting & he offered me a cold drink. I thanked him, offering money but he pushed it back to me. 

He told me that there was only one tow truck in the area & he was away on vacation. If I waited for the one in the next town, it would take the better part of the day. He asked just how big the tear in the hose was & I described it the best I could. He said that if he had his son drive me out to my car with water & duct tape, that would be enough to get me back here so that the 'car guy' could replace the hose for me & I could be on my way in a few hours at the least. All the while he was telling me this; he was eyeing me appreciatively, noting my full breasts & well muscled legs. I didn't really mind as lots of guys did this, so I was more or less used to it. 

He introduced himself as Walter & made a quick call. He told me that he was calling his son to come help. While we waited for him to come over, Walter asked me the usual questions, where I was from, what I did for a living, things like that. I was happy to answer, just to pass the time. He told me about his store, how it had been in his family for 60 years. I was very impressed. Just then, his son came in from the back room. I was surprised that he had come so fast but then figured that he lived close by to help with the store sometimes. 

As soon as he saw me, he paused for a moment before joining his father & me by the register. The expression on his face was one of shock & awe, for some reason. I smiled at him as he approached, taking in his dark hair, dark, expressive eyes & pleasant bearded face. He was a lot taller than me with a slightly wary expression on his face. Walter explained what my problem was & told him that he was to drive me back to my car, help me get the hose patched well enough to get it back here. Walter sputtered, saying that he was forgetting his manners & introduced his son to me, calling him Will. 

Will smiled weakly at me as I introduced myself to him, thanking him for going out of his way to help me. He blushed slightly, saying that it was no problem. He managed to look me up & down a couple of times while we were talking. I just took it in stride as I thanked Walter also for going out of his way to help me. He grinned & told me not to worry about it. 

As Will escorted me out the door to his truck, I barely caught a shared wink between them. I really didn't think about it much as we left out. Will asked where my car broke down. I told him that it was a few miles down the road, near the alfalfa field with the blue sign. He smiled at my accuracy of instructions & thanked me. A few minutes later, we were at my poor car & Will had the hood up. He added the water, now that the car had cooled. He looked at the hose & told me that he could probably get it started & back to the house but that the tear was pretty big. He taped it as best he could, added the water & had me start it up. It leaked a little but not so badly that it wouldn't run for a few miles. 

He followed me the whole way back. The car did well with his impromptu repairs. He directed me to pull in back of the store so that the limited parking wouldn't be taken up. Walter greeted us as we walked in & offered us beers to drink. I took it gratefully & drank deeply. Will did likewise, drinking the bottle of beer in a few long swallows. Walter told me that the repair guy wouldn't be back in town until the next day. I sat down on the stool that was nearby, sighing. I scratched my head, wondering what I was going to do. There was no motel within walking distance. Before I thought too much about that, I saw Walter & Will exchange glances again. Walter came over & put a comforting hand on my shoulder. He said that if I didn't mind, they had a sort of guest house behind their house behind the store. He said that they never really used it but that I was more than welcome to stay the night there. 

My eyes filled with tired tears of gratitude. Will stepped up & added that the house was a little musty from not being used but it had running water & electric if I wanted to take a bath or read. I thanked them both for their generosity. Getting up, I gave Walter a hug. He squeezed me back, goosing me a little. I giggled & squirmed a little. Walter commented mildly that I was a ticklish one. I just grinned, happy to have a roof over my head. Will, either loosened up by the beer or just gaining trust in me, offered without urgings from his father, to show me the guest house & to help me carry my bags inside. I thanked him & we went out to my poor car. 

I opened the trunk & got my suitcase out, along with my toiletry bag. Will carried the suitcase, even though it wasn't very heavy. We walked past the large farm-type house that he & his father & mother (I was assuming...) lived in, to the smaller house in back of it. It was no more than a cottage with a small porch. During the walk, Will actually started kidding around with me, making silly jokes, trying to make me laugh. He managed to get a few giggles out of me & he seemed pleased with that. When we reached the front door, he produced the key & unlocked the door for me. It was a little dusty in there but nothing like I had imagined it would be. Will showed me around, helping me 'get the feel' for the place. 

It was really quite well maintained for not being used all that much. True, the paint looked to be about 30 years old & most of the woodwork needed a good varnishing but overall, it was a cozy little place. The bathroom was bigger than I had in my own house, with a huge claw foot tub. I eyed it eagerly, longing to soak for an hour or so. I asked if there was hot water & Will nodded, saying that it ran on electric. He then showed me the bedroom. A huge four poster bed sat in the middle of the room, taking up most of the space. I was surprised that the bedding was clean & the quilt that covered it was fresh. Will said that his father must have changed it when he found out that the guy wouldn't be around until tomorrow. I nodded & set down my things. 

I sank down on the bed, suddenly very tired. Will sat next to me, asking if I was okay. His concern touched me & I said that I was okay; I was just tense & tired after such a long, frustrating day. I added that I had hoped to be about 70 miles closer to home today. I rubbed my neck & Will asked me where I was going. I told him that I was going back to New Mexico. 

I rotated my head on my shoulders, grunting uncomfortably. Will reached out & started massaging my shoulders. He asked if that felt better & all I could do was nod. I sat there, his fingers kneading into my tight shoulders. At first it hurt a little but he wasn't being rough at all. Soon, my muscles were trembling as they loosened from their tight knots. Will noticed the goose bumps & asked if that felt good. I nodded again, managing to say that it had been a long time since I had gotten a massage. He mentioned mildly that he knew a little bit about massage & had me lay face down on the bed. I went willingly, trusting him. 

He spoke in soothing tones, telling me to relax, to clear my mind of all my troubles. I thought briefly that all we needed was some soft music & champagne to make this complete. I stretched out on the huge king size bed & closed my eyes while Will worked on my back. He moved my shirt up my back. I protested at first but Will told me that he could do a better job if he was touching bare skin. He straddled my torso, now working on my middle & lower back. All the while, I was grunting & groaning as he loosened my tight muscles. Will commented in an oddly soft voice on how soft & smooth my skin was. 

As he moved to my lower back, his fingers grazed my bare sides. I squirmed & giggled a little. Will 'apologized' & asked me if that tickled. I giggled again & said yes. He did it again, his fingers gliding near my armpits. With him sitting on me, I couldn't really move all that much. I tried to bring my arms down to stop him but I couldn't. He stopped & 'apologized' again. I could hear the grin in his voice as he said it. Oddly, I wasn't upset or mad with him. It felt sort of good. 

He noted that I didn't protest the last time he tickled me but backed off, going back to massaging me. He got to my very lower back, right above the waistband of my loose shorts. I felt his fingers go to the sides of my waist, digging in slightly. I gasped & let out a little yelp, but I didn't tell him to stop. 

He asked me how my feet were feeling & I admitted that they were a little sore from my long walk. He seemed very pleased, as if I had passed some sort of sly test or something. Will asked me to turn over so that he could work on my feet properly. I sat up, propped myself up on the many pillows that were on the bed. Will sat with my feet in his lap, grinning at me. Will started massaging my feet, rubbing them firmly but gently. I sighed, totally relaxing. I closed my eyes & stretched my arms above my head, loving feeling so pampered after such a terrible day. 

Will changed from 'firm but gentle' to light & teasing. His fingertips slowly traced up the bottom of my foot. I couldn't help jerking my foot & giggling. He tightened his grip a little & danced his fingers lightly along the base of my toes. I gasped & giggled harder, now, actually trying to get my foot away from him but not telling him to stop. It was maddening but sensual at the same time & I liked it. He sensed the conflicting feelings that I had & asked me a question that I had never been asked. He asked me softly if I liked being tickled. I had been asked a million times if I was ticklish but never if I liked to be tickled. I giggled & shyly nodded. 

Grinning, he continued to tickle my foot, now wiggling his fingers wildly, making me laugh loud & hard. My whole body was shaking & bucking as his fingers found their way between my toes. Using his beard, he tickled my arch while licking between my toes, driving me wild. He had to keep a strong hold on my foot & finally stopped. He was breathing heavily from the effort & then, with a grin that I'll never forget, asked me if I had ever been tied up. Growing silent, I shook my head, telling him that I was afraid of being that helpless. 

Will looked at me with a very mysterious expression & told me that he promised that no harm would come to me in the least & that if I wanted, I could have a word that I could say when I'd had enough. I sensed that he was sincere, since he could have done a few things to me since I had gotten here & he'd done nothing but make me feel welcomed & good. Hesitantly, I told him that if he promised that I could 'end it' anytime I felt uncomfortable, I would let him tie me up. 

Will smiled happily & went to the dresser. To my amazement, he pulled out 3 sets of fur lined leather cuffs. I almost laughed but started feeling a little afraid again. He reassured me that he wouldn't hurt me at all. Will told me that he would make me feel really good & that I would be happy to have gone through this experience. He attached one set to my wrists, and then attached them to the headboard. I immediately tested the strength of the cuffs. While I was busy doing that, he secured my feet in the same way. Soon, I was spread eagled on the big bed, laying in the very center of it. He paused to gaze at me with a look that spoke volumes to me. He smiled gently & said in an almost dreamy voice that I was so pretty. 

He leaned down & kissed my cheek softly. Getting off the bed, he went to the same dresser & brought out a handful of things & set them on the nightstand. He had thoughtfully propped up my head slightly & I saw an assortment of oils, feathers (!), brushes of various sizes, a ball of string & a vibrator. He went back into the dresser & pulled out a black scarf. He told me that what he was going to do would be much nicer for me if I was wearing this. With that, he covered my eyes & tied it securely behind my head, making sure that the knot wasn't bothering me. 

Now, it was obvious to me that he did this often. Will answered my unspoken question with the comment that he hadn't tickled anyone like this in a very long time. He went on to say that he loved tickling pretty ladies, making them feel good too. I started protesting, saying that I had had enough & that I wanted to be let go. This was mostly true but a part of me was almost begging for him to do what he wanted to me. I thrashed around on the bed, trying to loosen the cuffs enough to slip out. 

Will assured me that I would not be hurt & that once he got started, that I wouldn't want him to stop. I felt him get on the bed & straddled me. I gasped at his weight on me & then cried out as I felt him lift my shirt. He pulled it over my head, taking care that the blindfold was still in place. I could feel him gazing at my exposed breasts & armpits. His hands didn't tickle at first, just caressing me all over, settling on playing with my nipples briefly. I gasped at his touch, shocked by it but liking it at the same time. Then, I felt his fingers creep up to my inner arms, just above my armpits. Will told me that he loved to hear ladies laugh & that he loved my laugh especially. I felt a tickling sensation running slowly down my inner arms to my armpits. I shifted as much as I could, squirming & giggling softly. 

His fingers settled on my stretched pits, stroking lightly. Squirming more, I giggled louder, instinctively trying to bring my arms down. Will kept talking, telling me that hearing a woman laugh, knowing that he was making that happen made him feel good. He then wiggled his fingers against my vulnerable pits, using a harder touch. I screamed in ticklish agony, bucking my body harder to try to dislodge him. All the while, he crooned encouragement to me, telling me that laughter was the best thing for frustration, for me to let it all out. He switched to my tender sides, gently probing. I could feel my breasts jiggling as I bounced & bucked my body, laughing hysterically now. 

He worked his way down my body, tickling every exposed inch with sensitive fingers. When he got to the waistband of my shorts, he paused. Letting me have a break, he licked my nipples each in turn while his fingers slid under the waistband. He pulled them down far enough to expose my tummy. Exclaiming at the sight of my belly button, his greedy fingers slid up to knead my hips & waist area gently. This sent me into gales of helpless laughter, squirming this way & that. Will still licked my nipples, making them grow & stiffen. He kept this up seemingly forever then stopped. 

I felt him get off the bed as I lay there, still giggling & twitching, panting & sweat drenched. My mind was in a haze of ticklish sensations even after he had stopped. I was also completely turned on by what he was doing, much to my total surprise. The 'war' between wanting this to end & wanting much more tore me in 2. He returned, climbing back on the bed. He stroked my legs gently, telling me that I had some fine legs on me. I felt a breath of a touch under my knee. I jerked & giggled. I felt it again on my inner thigh. This time, I moaned & writhed. I heard Will make an approving sound & the next thing I knew, I felt it again, this time closer to my now aching pussy. I felt him lift the leg of my shorts up & then, a tickling sensation on my very inner thigh made me gasp loudly. All while he was doing this, he was coaxing me along, telling me that I was soooooo hot & sexy & that he wanted me to feel really good. 

I bucked my hips & said a single word through my giggles & moans..... please. Will got off the bed & returned a moment later. I heard/felt my shorts being cut away along with my bikini underwear. I was now totally naked & at his complete mercy. I felt Will lifting my hips & putting a pillow under them. He then retied my feet so that my legs were spread wider. Again, I felt my inner thighs being tickled. Will crooned that when I laughed, my pussy moved really nice. He told me, while using the feather (I'm assuming) that he'd love to make me feel better. He described in detail how it contracted & how juicy & delicious it looked. He let the feather graze my cleft while he used his fingers to tickle around my pubic mound & thigh creases. 

As I wiggled & laughed & moaned, he told me how prettily I wiggled for him as he tickled me. He could see that the verbal teasing along with the tickling was really getting to me. I could feel my inner lips & clit swelling & pussy juice dripping down them. Will noticed this too, commenting, while still tickling me that my pussy looked like a ripe peach, ready to be picked. Suddenly, I felt something wet & warm invading my sex. Then I felt his beard on my inner thighs, tickling me insanely. His tongue lashed my clit unmercifully while his fingers dove into my entrance. I squirmed & cried out as his lips closed around my aching clit, surrounding it, his tongue teasing the very tip & his lips moving the hood maddeningly. He pulled away, smacking his lips & telling me that I tasted really good & that wasn't to be wasted in the least. 

Giving my cleft a playful lick, he got off the bed. I heard something sliding off the dresser & then I heard nothing for a few moments. My pussy ached from his knowing touch, along with his talented tickling. As I felt him leave the bed, I surprised myself by begging him not to leave me. It was like I was a different person, letting things happen to me that I normally wouldn't. I heard his voice near my feet, saying that he was there & would make me feel good. I felt something warm & slick being rubbed into my feet. He told me that even though he loved my feet, they were a little 'dry' & needed some lubing up. At first, he didn't try to tickle me, but used the firm motions that he had used while massaging my feet. 

Gradually, as he rubbed my feet in turn, my feet started tingling. The bottoms of my feet felt like hundreds of little fingers were stroking them. I started giggling helplessly as he worked the lube into my soles. Every motion of his fingers sent shocks of sensation up my legs, straight to my aching sex. The slightest movement on my sensitive feet sent me into gales of hysterical laughter. My body bucked & bounced in the vain effort to escape his torturous fingers. 

My mind was filled to the brim with ticklish sensations. The whole world went away for that time. I was unable to think of anything else but his fingers stroking my soles & my pussy throbbing, the ticklish feelings enveloping my whole consciousness. Time stood still as I laughed hysterically, bucking & bouncing helplessly. Will's fingers found places on my feet that I never thought would be ticklish. He went from one foot to the other, tickling each one differently but bringing forth the same hysterical laughter from me. All the while, Will crooned as he stroked my soles & wiggled his fingers between my toes, telling me that I had a lovely laugh & that he could just tickle me all night. 




The Guest House



It was my girlfriend, Emma's birthday. She'd hit twenty a few months before I did, and her folks had let her invite as many people as she wanted. I'm sure the unspoken terms of the agreement included not inviting me. They'd looked none too impressed when I'd shown up, glowering at myself and their daughter in turn before they headed off to hide in some distant wing of their giant house.

Watching Emma's blonde curls bob as she swanned between the dozens of friends and hangers-on present, I couldn't help but smile. One of the last times I'd gotten a good look at the back of her head I'd been a little bit closer, her bare, gym-toned body down on her elbows and knees on her parents' bed, half a bottle's worth of baby oil squelching around my cock as I slid in and out of her lovely backside. There'd been a particularly pleasurable conclusion to that particular evening, and she'd joked after that I must have filled her tummy with cum from the bottom up. The thought made me smile a little wider.

"What's so funny?"

I turned to see who'd addressed me, my gaze meeting a pair of soft brown eyes, looking up at me from a pretty face. Nadia was about as different to Emma as it was possible to get -- where my girlfriend was tall and fair, Nadia was petite, still only coming up to my chin in a pair of heels. Her mother was white, while her father came from some Spanish isle that had been visited by every race and ethnicity imaginable. Her golden skin seemed to glow, and she had a pair of lips that featured prominently in every discussion guys had about her when she wasn't around. She'd worn her long black hair loose that night, letting it tumble down over her narrow shoulders.

I shrugged. "Nothing," I said, "just waiting around. Emma's popular tonight."

Nadia wrinkled her nose. "Her friends are bitches," she said, quickly adding, "But she's lovely."

I kept grinning, deliberately letting my eyes wander up and down Nadia's small yet busty frame. She wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking against the fabric of her top. She'd obviously hit the gym since I'd last seen her, braving the cold to show off her narrow waist and flat, toned tummy.

"Sure," I said, "she's lovely, but somehow I'm happier standing here and looking at you than I am talking to her."

Nadia gasped. "I can't believe you're flirting with me at your girlfriend's birthday party," she said.

"What can I say? I'm a bastard."

Nadia ran her tongue over her luscious lips, eyes gleaming. "You got a hundred dollars?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

Nadia giggled. "Can I have it?"

I frowned. "What do I get out of it?"

"I don't need the money." Nadia bit her lip. "I just want to borrow the bill."

I rolled my eyes, fishing out my wallet and removing a nice, crisp new bill. I looked over at Emma, just in time to catch her scowling at me. She glanced at Nadia and mouthed something at me. I shrugged, and Emma turned back to her conversation.

Nadia hadn't missed this little exchange. "Busted," she whispered to me, plucking the bill from my hand. I watched her gorgeous little derriere wiggle under the fabric of her skirt as she made for the bathroom. There was a nice roll to her slim hips. I feared she was about to look over her shoulder and catch me ogling her ass, and then was a little disappointed that she didn't bother to check.

Emma had her back to me and was making a point of not looking in my direction. Something about her body language told me that my little chat with Nadia was something I was going to pay for later. A few of the friends Emma was chatting with shot me dirty looks, which I pretended not to notice as I looked around the room.

Most of the people present were Emma's friends. A few familiar faces, but none that looked friendly, particularly amongst the guys. From the lingering glances they shot my girlfriend, I figured that a lot of them were jealous. I'm sure it would have consoled them to know how much more popular they would have been with Emma's parents.

There was a girl standing by herself toward the back of the room. Long blonde hair, slender, about as tall as Nadia was in her heels. She was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that could have been painted on and a striped sleeveless top that accentuated her slim frame. Nadia was cute and Emma was strikingly beautiful, but this girl was special. She radiated a curious mixture of innocence, raw sex appeal and something else.

"See something you like?" asked Nadia, appearing at my side as if by magic. She followed my gaze, whistling appreciatively. "Oh wow, she is cute. Too bad you're taken!"

"You know who she is?" I asked.

Nadia shrugged. "Never seen her before," she said, pressing my hundred dollar bill -- now rolled into a tube -- back into my hands, "but I'm going to find out!"

I watched with interest as she strode across the room, whatever she'd just snorted up her nose giving her an extra boost of confidence. A few of the guys turned as she walked by, eyeing her up and down. One or two stepped in a little closer, hoping to attract her attention, but she breezed past as if they were invisible. She only had eyes for the blonde, and although I'd never known Nadia to be interested in girls, I couldn't blame her.

I watched as Nadia introduced herself. The other girl seemed a little surprised at first, then smiled and returned her greeting. I watched them talk to each other for a few minutes, being careful to check over where Emma stood every thirty seconds or so. I was clearly still being punished -- my girlfriend didn't turn around once. After a while, Nadia seemed to ask something. The other girl paused, then nodded and made for the door outside. Nadia followed closely behind, and I almost missed the brief glance she shot me as she nodded toward the door.

Outside, the night air was cool and clear, a stark contrast with the smoky, stifling interior of the house. The two girls were stood on the path that led to the driveway, conversing softly as I approached.

"Oh hi, John," said Nadia, pretending to notice me for the first time. "This is Bella."

I smiled at the blonde, and almost melted when she grinned back. Up close she looked even better, a natural beauty with the air of a free spirit about her.

"Like to come and smoke some weed with us?" asked Nadia.

I grinned at her, going along with it even though I wasn't sure she even had any weed. "Sure," I said, "I know the perfect spot."

The guest house sat a fair distance from the main property. Emma's brother had lived here until about a year ago, and as far as I knew it had stood empty ever since. When Emma's parents were around, this was our main bolt-hole when we needed a place to run off and fuck. I tried not to think about how tacky it was to take these girls here as I retrieved the key from behind the third step leading down to the doorway.

Inside, the furnishings were even more minimalist than I remembered. A mattress, an Ikea wardrobe, a rug on the floor, and a door leading to a tiny closet-sized bathroom. Nadia sat herself down on the rug, while Bella perched on the mattress. I took up a seat alongside her, our hips almost touching. Nadia shot me a look that could have meant any number of things.

"You're eighteen, right?" she asked Bella with a frown.

Bella nodded. "How old are you guys?"

"I'm twenty-one," said Nadia. "John's nineteen. A baby, like you."

"So how do you know Emma?" I asked Bella.

"I don't, really," said the pretty blonde. "She's my big sister's friend. How about you?"

Nadia answered before I could. "We're friends of the family," she said.

Bella frowned. "Both of you?"

"Sure," said Nadia, hooking her arm in mine. "John's my step-brother."

I bit my tongue to stop from laughing, but something in Nadia's lie excited me just a bit, too.

Bella's big blue eyes flicked between us sceptically. "Really?" she asked.

Nadia turned to me. "Is it cool to use the guest house?" she asked, neatly changing the subject.

"Oh, of course," I said. "Why else would Emma tell me where to find the key?"

Bella relaxed a little then, and she relaxed even further when Nadia produced a joint from her purse. We sparked it up and passed it around. Bella nearly had a minor coughing fit when it was her turn, the worldly front she'd put up crumbling a little.

"Oh wow," she said sheepishly, passing the joint back to Nadia to finish. She seemed to relax a little on the mattress, and then, heaven help me, she rested her pretty blonde head on my shoulder. Nadia raised an eyebrow as I hooked my arm around Bella's slim shoulder. Before I knew it, I was pulling the girl in for a kiss.

Her eyes widened as our lips met, but she didn't pull away. We made out for a while, my hands rested on her sides, reaching up to stroke her blonde hair. I was dimly aware of Nadia giggling, then the mattress shifted as she joined us, kneeling behind Nadia, wrapping her arms around the other girl. Bella cried out as Nadia's arm snaked around her, popping one of the buttons on her blouse.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked, breaking the kiss.

"You'll have to forgive my sis," I said. "She's severely frustrated and thinks everybody is as horny as her."

Bella was flushed, smiling a little nervously, squeezed between Nadia and I as we sat on the bed. "Look," she said, "I think you're cute, but I just broke up with a guy and I'm not looking for a boyfriend or anything ..."

I shrugged. "Who said anything about a boyfriend?"

Nadia stroked Bella's bare shoulder. "This is just for fun, okay?"

Bella frowned. "Is this why you brought me out here?" she said, giggling nervously.

"Pretty much," I said, and Nadia and I both laughed.

I pulled Bella back in for another long, wet kiss, while Nadia reached between us, fumbling with the buckle of my belt. Bella didn't protest again as the other girl undressed us, but I still didn't break the kiss for fear she'd chicken out of taking this wherever it was headed. For the first time in a long time, I just plain needed to screw this girl.

In our slightly pot-addled state, we started peeling each other's clothes off. She was a little shy, trying to pull the single threadbare blanket up over her slim form once I had her down to her bra and panties. Nadia giggled and gently tugged it away from her.

"Don't be shy now!" said Nadia. "Nothing I haven't seen before ..."

I raised an eyebrow at this, my cock twitching in my boxers. I lay back as I reached up to start undoing Bella's bra. She was skinny and her tits weren't quite as big as Nadia's, but still made for pleasant perky handfuls, topped with gorgeous little pink nipples. I leant up and took one in my mouth, sucking gently, teasing with the tip of my tongue, loving the way Bella gasped as her nipple hardened instantly in my mouth. Reaching down I started tugging at Bella's panties, almost tearing them in my insistence to get them off. She yanked my boxers down roughly, gasping as my hard cock sprang free to poke against her thigh.

"Yes," was all she said.

Bella spread her long legs and wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning up to give me a long, passionate kiss. She pulled me down on top of her as our tongues twirled together, and I could feel my cock poking against her soft yet firm tummy. She giggled into the kiss as she noticed my erection, adjusting her hips until the head of my cock was nestling against her soft, wet lips. I moaned happily as she shimmied her little waist from side to side, teasing me with what was about to happen next. Breaking the kiss, she looked up at me, her lips slightly parted. I felt her legs slide up, wrapping around my waist.

"Wow," said Nadia, reclining next to us, "this little bitch really needs it!"

Bella gasped in mock outrage, then cried out as I pushed my hips forward. She was so wet I slipped up into her hot little snatch quite easily. She purred as she lifted her butt up off the mattress, her hips bumping against mine. I pulled out slowly, one hand resting on her hip, stopping her from impaling herself on my cock again, teasing her with just the head.

"Please!" she begged, her tight young body straining against my grasp.

"That's right," I said, rolling my hips slowly, keeping nothing but the tip inside her, "I want you to beg."

Nadia giggled, reaching over to trace her long fingernails down my side. "You serious, John?" she asked. "Look at this girl, you should be the one begging."

I couldn't argue. Both Bella and I moaned in pleasure as I sank back into her pussy. I kept my hands on her hips, gripping them tight as she pushed up to meet me, desperate not to have her move too fast. With my dick inside this little blonde angel and a sweet babe like Nadia cheering us on, it was all I could do not to blow my load that very second.

The sex was ecstatic. Bella moved underneath me like it was something she was born to do, lithe and attentive, her hips meeting my every thrust. Nadia leant in, peppering her pretty face with little butterfly kisses, until Bella turned and their mouths met. I leant back a little to give them room for their make-out session, Bella moaning into Nadia's mouth every time I thrust back up into her slick little box.

"I'm fucking close," I moaned, feeling my balls starting to draw up and tingle.

Bella broke the kiss, looking up at me wide-eyed. "I'm not on the pill!" she squealed.

It was almost too late, the first spurt of seed almost out of my cock before I managed to pull out, splashing a warm load of cream on the sexy little blonde's flat tummy. I reached down to keep stroking myself, emptying my balls across her ribcage and young tits, painting her upper body. She moaned, squirming from side to side as I sat back, sated.

"So much," said Bella. "You must have been waiting a while!"

Nadia leant forward, a devilish grin on her pretty face. Leaning down, she slurped some of my sperm off Bella's tummy, making the pretty young blonde giggle. Encouraged, Nadia began licking her clean, dragging her tongue across Bella's tummy like a little kitten.

Bella moaned, one hand sliding down onto Nadia's back. "It tickles!" she cried.

I smiled as I watched, some of my load still dripping from the end of my cock. Nadia was licking lower and lower, drawing little lines across Bella's tummy, chasing blobs of sperm with her tongue. Inevitably, she paused as her mouth hovered over Bella's still partly-open pussy lips, flicking her tongue up and down the wet, freshly-fucked slit.

"Oh my god!" squealed Bella, pretty bare feet drumming against the mattress.

Nadia moaned, her hands sliding up to rest on Bella's sides as she began muff-diving with a vengeance. I was a little shocked -- in all the years I'd known Nadia, I'd never seen any evidence of these proclivities. It might have been the cocaine, it might have been the fact that Bella was no ordinary hookup, but Nadia's enthusiasm spoke of experience.

"How about that," I teased, "my step-sister's going dyke!"

If Bella had any misgivings about this kind of thing, she seemed to forget them very quickly. Her slender legs rose up, thighs pressing against Nadia's ears as she moaned, rolling her head from side to side. "Fuck," she panted, over and over.

Nadia moaned happily, her tongue dipping lower still. I gasped as I saw her flick it down against Bella's little asshole, teasing just slightly before returning focus on her pussy. A few moments later, she did it again, smooching her lips against Bella's backdoor, then lapping up and down against the girl's most private opening with her skilled tongue.

"Ah!" cried Bella. "What are you ...? Oh my fucking god ..."

I watched as Nadia's skilled tongue did a number on Bella's asshole, scarcely able to believe my eyes. If I'd thought her skills at eating pussy were well-honed, it was nothing compared to the rimjob I was watching her give. Bella was moving like somebody had covered her in live ants, squirming and writhing all over the bed. Almost unconsciously, her hands slid up to cup her tits, pinching and tweaking her breasts.

Perhaps detecting the other girl's excitement, Nadia turned back to pussy-eating. Bella trembled, jamming her fingers into her mouth and biting down to muffle her cries as she came, her hips riding up and down spasmodically. Nadia ate Bella past the point of orgasm before surfacing, giggling a little sheepishly as she planted a kiss on Bella's thigh.

"That was fucking amazing," said Bella.

"You were amazing," Nadia told her, sliding up to rest her head on the other girl's shoulder. "Damn, what was in that fucking weed?"

I smiled at Bella. "Nadia's right, you really know how to move those skinny little hips. Bet you're popular with the guys!"

"I've never done a one-night stand!" said Bella, blushing. "I had a boyfriend for a long time, but I never did anything like ... this, before."

"Never with another girl?" asked Nadia, sitting up slightly and smiling sweetly.

Bella just blushed. "Hey," she said, "you guys aren't really step-siblings, are you?"

"Of course we are," I said. "It's a good deal -- you think Nadia's hot, you should see her mother."

Nadia scowled and gave me a shove. "It was a joke," she said. "John's actually Emma's boyfriend."

Bella's eyes went wide, a look of panic flickering across her gorgeous face. "I ... I didn't know!" she said. "Does Emma ... would she be okay with this?"

I grinned, mentally cursing Nadia. "Well," I said, "I think she'll be just fine if she doesn't find out."

Bella frowned. "Do you guys do this a lot?" she asked.

"You're our first," said Nadia. She glanced over at me. "First for a lot of things."

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry babe, you don't get that good at eating out without practice!"

Nadia blushed and looked away. "Can you blame me?" she asked. "Look at this girl!"

"That's a good idea." I turned to Bella. "Want to give us a proper look at you, babe?"

Bella smiled a little shyly and sat up, getting up onto her knees, still a little wobbly from Nadia's amazing attentions. She truly was a stunner, lean and toned, with the best pair of hips I'd ever seen. Nadia slid her hand up to the small of Bella's back, gently nudging her forward.

"Give John a look at your booty," she said. "I think he's been staring at it all night."

Bella giggled and bent forward, sinking down onto all fours and turning slightly. The view was breathtaking -- her ass was a little flat, but her narrow waist and the flare of her hips made up for her dieting addiction. Nadia reached up and cupped one of Bella's asscheeks in her hand.

"What do you think?" she asked.

It was all I could do to tear myself away. "Superb. Nothing else to say, really?"

"Inspire anything?"

I shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

Nadia gave Bella's butt another squeeze. "I think you should drill little miss angel here in her ass," she said, sliding her thumb down to rub against the tiny little dot of Bella's backdoor.

Bella squealed and started forward as if she'd been electrocuted. "I'm a virgin back there!" she said insistently. "I liked it when you licked me there, but I don't think he'd fit!"

I thought I'd cum so hard that there was no way I'd be getting it up again that night, but the thought of doing this skinny blonde babe in the ass was like downing a lifetime prescription of Viagra. Nadia looked over at me, biting her lip as her eyes wandered down to my crotch and took note of my renewed enthusiasm.

"Don't worry," I told Bella. "I know what I'm doing."

Nadia cooed and batted her eyelashes at me. "Somebody thinks they're an anal expert!"

I grinned. "Not to brag, but I've already done it twice this week."

"Really?" asked Nadia, her eyes wide. "Emma's such a posh bitch I figured she would never go for it."

"Well," I said with a smile, "it took me a while to talk her into it, but now she can't get enough. So what about you?"




The Guest House



Nadia blushed. "I've done anal with three of my exes."

"And?"

She pouted a little before answering. "Two one-night stands."

Bella giggled. "And?" she prompted the other girl, taking my lead.

Nadia rolled her eyes. "And one of my mother's boyfriends when she left us alone for the weekend."

I grinned nastily at Bella. "Well," I said, "somebody's getting it up the ass tonight, and if it isn't you or me ..."

I trailed off, as Nadia clapped her hand over her mouth. "I know I said I'd done it before," she said, "but that was years ago!"

"It can't have been that long ago," I said. "I knew your last ex, and that was only over last month."

Nadia blushed. "Maybe not years, then ..."

Bella grinned. "And?"

"And we hooked up last weekend, and I let him poke me in the booty then ..."

I chuckled. "Come on then, girl," I told Nadia. "Let's show this angel how it's done."

Nadia bit her lip, and for a second I thought she was going to refuse. After a moment's hesitation, she got up on her knees on the narrow mattress, flicking her long dark hair over one shoulder. Bunching the sheets and pillows underneath her, she leant forward on her elbows and knees, popping her deliciously bubbly ass back toward me.

"Hey Bella," I said as I sank to my knees, nodding toward the bathroom. "Think you can check the cupboard for anything slippery enough to use as lube?"

The blonde got up off the bed, padding naked toward the bathroom. "Don't start without me!" she called back to us.

"Don't worry," I said, "I want you to see everything ..."

I groped Nadia's ass through her skirt, unsurprised to find out that she wasn't wearing any panties. As I tugged her skirt down, she reached up to slip out of her skimpy little top.

"You seem pretty well-rehearsed at getting naked," I told her.

She giggled, still obviously a little nervous about what we were about to do. "Why shouldn't I be enjoying myself?" she asked, reaching down to unfasten her heels and kick them off.

"Wait," I said, "keep the heels."

She giggled again. "Want me to be your little pornstar or something?"

I slid my hands around Nadia's narrow waist, my cock so hard it almost touched my stomach. She bumped her round ass back against my shaft, giggling as she squeezed my cock between the cleavage of her asscheeks, trapping me like a hotdog in a bun. I sighed happily, dragging my cock up and down slowly. She moved with me, her little bubblebutt rocking up and down slowly.

"Found anything to use for lube?" I called to Bella.

Bella reappeared in the door to the bathroom, a jar of what looked like Vaseline in her hand. "Will this do?" she asked innocently.

I smirked. "Perfect," I said, sliding my cock down to rub the head against Nadia's well-maintained little asshole.

Nadia groaned, a shiver running through her tight body. "I guess we're really doing this then," she said.

I chuckled. "Doing what?"

Nadia buried her face in the sheets, her voice muffled. "You're going to fuck me up the ass," she moaned.

I took the jar of Vaseline from Bella, unscrewing the lid as she lay down beside us, up on one elbow, long blonde locks swept over one shoulder so she could watch her new friend take it in the booty. I took some of the cold, slippery substance and started applying it to my hard, thick shaft, just a little self-conscious to be touching myself in front of two such beautiful girls. When my cock was well-greased and shiny, I passed the jar back to Bella.

"Would you like to do the honours?" I asked her, nodding at Nadia's tight little bottom.

Bella's cheeks turned bright red, but she sat up eagerly, kneeling with me behind Nadia.

"How do I do it?" she asked.

"Put it on your fingers and rub it in," I said. I smiled, stroking Bella's back encouragingly as she smeared a generous dollop of lube onto the other girl's ass. "That's it, good girl."

Nadia moaned and squirmed as Bella massaged the Vaseline into her little asshole. Bella seemed to become consumed by the task, leaning forward in concentration as she worked the lube deeper and deeper into her new friend's butt, first using one finger, then a second. It took a few minutes, but seen she was working three of her slim, pale fingers in and out of Nadia's well-lubed asshole, the other girl half-moaning, half-whimpering at the attention. I enjoyed the sight for a while, then grabbed Bella by the wrist. She looked up at me, still smiling eagerly.

"Probably slippery enough," I said with a smile. "Don't want her too stretched out when I put it in."

Bella nodded, lying back down on her side, wiping her lube-coated hand against her bare thigh. I knelt back down behind Nadia, taking my rock hard cock by the 

"Ready?" I asked, not waiting for a reply before I pushed forward.

Her slippery asshole flowered open quite easily around the head, giving way almost instantly. I heard her cry out and lurch forward, then press back against me as I sank into her booty. She wasn't super-tight -- even if she hadn't told us, I would have known she was no anal virgin -- but still pleasantly snug, and well-lubricated enough that she almost took my whole length on the first thrust. I eased back out, enjoying her soft whimpers before pushing forward again. Nadia moaned, her ass clenching like a fist around my shaft.

"Oh fuck ..." I groaned.

For her part, Nadia rocked her ass back and forth, working me deeper and deeper, working her booty muscles like the anal princess she was, squeezing every inch of my pole. We both sighed loudly as 

"Oh wow," said Bella, "it's all the way in!"

"Tell me something I don't fucking know!" said Nadia, panting, her hands balled into fists as she squeezed the sheets.

"Be nice," I growled, sliding my cock out of her tight ass then snapping my hips forward, loving the way she groaned as my balls rubbed against her wet, bald snatch. I slid out an inch or two then pushed home, repeating this action again and again, settling into a rhythm as Nadia groaned in protest.

"Please," she moaned, "just take it slow, I'm too fucking tight ..."

I ignored her, looking down at the back of her head, then shifting my gaze to Bella's beautiful face. Bella eased in a little closer to Nadia as I buttfucked her, trailing her fingers gently across the other girl's back, leaning in to kiss her shoulder.

"You're so pretty," she said encouragingly, "it looks totally hot."

I grinned at this, picking up the pace even further, Nadia's can clutching my cock as if trying to wring the blood from it. Her golden brown buttcheeks bounced against my abs with every thrust, and despite her protestations, she kept fucking back against me. The head of my cock was touching the end of her tight young ass every time I pushed in, making her yelp.

After one particularly hard thrust, she howled and twisted her head around to yell at me over her shoulder. "It's too fucking tight," she pleaded, "you gotta cum, okay? Just pull out and whack off on my back."

I slowed down my thrusts but made no move to ease my cock out. "What if I have something else in mind?"

"Anything!" screamed Nadia. Bella rubbed her shoulder to comfort her.

Slowly, I eased my cock out of Nadia's tightly clenched ass, watching as her little backdoor winked shut almost straight away. She sat up, raking her fingers through her dishevelled hair.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she moaned. "I don't think I'll be sitting down for a week!"

I smiled, my cock still throbbing after the number her ass had done on it. "You said something about anything?"

Nadia nodded, an almost desperate look on her face.

"Ever sucked a cock that's just been up your ass?" I asked her.

She looked shocked, while Bella giggled. After a second, a resigned smile crossed Nadia's pretty face, and she leant down. I could feel her warm breath against my throbbing shaft. Her hand wrapped gingerly around the base and I moaned as she squeezed, stroking me up and down. I reached down, gently stroking her hair, before resting my hand firmly against the back of her head.

"Go on," I said encouragingly.

Her wetted lips pressed against the tip, then slowly parted to take my engorged length. I gasped, all the air seeming to disappear from my lungs as her expert mouth slid down around my cock. Her eyes closed in concentration as she bobbed up and down, and I brushed her long dark hair away from her face so I could enjoy the sight of the best pair of lips for miles gliding up and down my pole. Bella rolled onto her tummy, giggling as she watched.

"Do you want a turn?" I asked her, keeping my hand firmly on the back of Nadia's head.

Bella wrinkled her nose and shook her head, but once the idea was planted, I knew there was no way I couldn't go through with it. Tangling my fingers in Nadia's silky black hair, I eased her off my cock. She spat me out and took a deep breath, looking up at me with a grin, wiping some drool from her chin with the back of her hand.

"Bella!" she called to the other girl, still stroking me up and down in her hand. "Your turn!"

Bella took her place and Nadia slumped back against the mattress, watching as the blonde knelt down in front of me. Her blowjob skills weren't quite as out-of-this-world as Nadia's, but the second her lips grazed the tip of my cock, I was in heaven. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes as her sweet, wet and willing mouth bobbed up and down. It was her tongue that did it for me, curling a little hesitantly around the head of my cock as if she was trying something she'd read about but had no practical experience with. I looked down to meet her gaze, finding something in her eyes close to a plain need to make me happy.

"Oh fuck," I said, barely managing to get the words out before dumping the first few drops of my second load in this gorgeous girl's mouth. "I'm cumming!"

Bella's eyes widened but her mouth stayed attached to my cock, her head bobbing up and down as I sprayed my cum down her throat. I could feel her swallowing, hear her moaning as she gulped it down. Even when I was spent she kept me in her mouth, finally spitting me out as I started to soften, licking her lips as she looked up at me.

"Wow," was all I could muster for a second, then all three of us were laughing as we collapsed on the mattress together. While we all would have loved to have stayed, the afterglow could only last so long. Bella got up first, crawling across the rug to start rifling through our assorted clothing. After a moment, she frowned.

"Um, you've got eight missed calls," said Bella, holding up my phone. "And a message. Want me to read?"

I nodded, looking toward Nadia nervously. "I think you'd better."

"It's from Emma," said Bella. "'You bastard,'" she read, "'I can't believe you went home ...'"

Nadia frowned. "'Went home?'" she said. "'Went home,' what? 'Went home with that skank?'"

"Wait, wait!" said Bella, flustered. "'Went home ... to watch the game.'"

Nadia giggled. "That was tonight?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out. "I guess so," I said. "She's going to be so mad ..."

"Madder than if she knew the truth?" asked Nadia, sorting through the pile of clothes on the floor. She looked at me expectantly, throwing Bella her skinny jeans.

"What do you think?" I chuckled, reaching for my shirt.

"I think you should keep this quiet," said Nadia. "Especially if you want it to happen again."

I tried not to let the shock show on my face, amazed that such a thing was even on the cards. I looked over at Bella. After a moment she nodded, giving that shy smile again.

"Because of her," she said, nodding at Nadia, "not you."

I grinned and gave her a shrug. I couldn't argue with that.



The Guest House



I started begging, pleading through my laughter to please stop tickling me. Sweat dripped from my long hair & soaked the blindfold as I lay there, unable to move, laughing helplessly, only tossing my head back & forth. Will decided to give me a break after seeing that I was getting close to my limits. Even after he stopped, I still laughed helplessly for a few minutes. His foot lube worked all too well. For a while, he didn't touch me, letting me get my breath back & calm down. He did talk to me though. He kept on going on & on about how much he enjoyed tickling me & that he would be sad when I went away. I heard him come closer to me & felt his hands caressing me. I twitched a little at his touch. His fingers found my pussy & began teasing it again. I couldn't help moaning as his fingers rubbed my hard little clit. 

As I lay there, gasping & moaning at his skillful touch, he told me that he was rubbing himself with his other hand. Suddenly, his hand went away, leaving me very close to orgasm. I felt his hands on my head, removing the damp blindfold. I opened my eyes slowly, letting my eyes get used to the now soft light. Will looked at me kindly, offering a bottle of beer that had magically appeared. I sipped from it gratefully, smiling as he took it away. 

Will's eyes were bright with excitement as he set the bottle down & slowly unzipped his jeans. I silently watched, unable to look away. He slipped them over his lean hips & down his legs. Then he slipped off his underwear, slowly sliding it down & stepping out of them. I couldn't help staring at his erect cock. His body was lean but not scrawny, sparse hair on his chest & balls. His dick was standing out straight in his state of excitement, large with thick veins. His balls were tight & swollen with the need to cum. He looked down at himself & he told me with mock accusation, that this is what I had done to him. 

I stayed silent, watching him. Fear & excitement mingled as he came towards me. He lay next to me, kissing & licking my neck while his hands strayed to my breasts. Then he started sucking on my neck, right below my ear, sucking & biting as his hands explored my nipples. His biting was erotic but getting a little painful. I moaned as his mouth fastened to my neck harder, sucking with a great effort. Suddenly, his fingers were in my armpits, wiggling wildly. Caught by surprise, I screamed & squirmed. He abandoned my neck & tickled his way down my body, kissing & tickling all the way down to my feet. It was like his fingers & mouth were everywhere at once. 

He tickled my feet for a few moments then stopped. Then, he climbed on the bed, between my legs. I watched, spellbound as his face dipped low to my aching sex. His tongue snaked out to tease my cleft, his hands softly tickling my inner thighs. He then moved closer, letting his lips surround my clit. With great tenderness, he sucked gently on my clit while tickling my inner thighs & the undersides of my legs. Giggles joined my moans as he brought me near the edge of my climax. 

He stopped & a few minutes later, he started again, tickling while teasing me with his lips & tongue. He continued to do this, seemingly for a long time, each time he came up for air, he would tell me that he loved hearing me moan just as much as he loved hearing me laugh. After maybe the 10th time that he did that, he kissed/tickled his way back up my body. By then, I was in ticklish ecstasy/torment. I was begging him to make me cum, pleading with him over & over that I would go insane if I didn't cum soon. He straddled me, stroking his dick slowly, watching me closely. He played his dick head against my swollen pussy lips, letting me feel him. I jutted my hips forward, begging with my actions that I wanted him to fuck my brains out. With a sly smile on his face, he asked me if I wanted him. I lay there, licking my lips, in a fever of intense need, aching for release in the worst way. I nodded. Will shook his head, telling me that he wanted to hear it from my lips. 

Looking into his face, taking in his smoldering gaze, wild dark hair, cheeks flushed with sexual excitement, I softly told him that I wanted him very badly. He asked me to tell him what I wanted him to do. I hesitated & he fingered my clit & tickled my tummy. I giggled & he asked me again what I wanted him to do to me. He stopped so that I could answer. Catching my breath, I panted out that I wanted him to fuck my brains out, as hard as he could for as long as he could. He grinned & said softly that the term 'making love' sounded better. He wiggled his fingers right in the thigh crease, renewing my giggles. 

Giggling & gasping, I cried out that okay, okay, making love! With that, he stopped tickling me & leaned forward. Kissing my breasts, he caressed my cleft with his dickhead, using my dripping juices to ready himself. I closed my eyes, enveloped in the sexual haze that Will was creating. Just as he slid into me, he moved up & kissed my lips, parting them to accept his tongue. I kissed him back, passionately grinding myself against him. His hands were caressing everywhere as he stroked into me. Settling on my sides, he gently tickled there, bringing soft giggles to my lips. His grunts joined my giggling moans as he moved faster, still tickling my stretched sides. His hands moved down to my hips as he pounded into me, getting closer to his own climax. The combination of the tickling & his sensual movements inside me brought my orgasm on quickly. As it washed over me, Will stopped & fingered my clit, intensifying my climax 100X. I went rigid with the power of my orgasm. Feeling my orgasmic contractions, Will jack hammered into me, biting my neck, his hands spasming on my sides as he came. He cried out, almost in pain & collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, his head resting against my neck. Before I passed out, I heard Will whisper in my ear the tender words, thank you. Feeling his lips against mine was the last thing that I knew........

When I came to, it was daylight & the first thing that I knew was that I needed to pee very badly. I sat up, feeling achy all over like I had wrestled a bull or something. Then, I realized that I was able to sit up. I looked around owlishly. The room had changed over night. Where it had been more or less clean, it had become full of cobwebs, dusty & definitely had the look of not being used in a very long time. My mind reeled as I stood up, looking around at the room. The only thing that was the same as last night was the bed, clean quilt & sheets. The rest of the room was dirty & abandoned with trash strewn across the floor. 

The other thing was that I had passed out totally naked & now I was fully clothed, although I seemed to be wearing different shorts than yesterday. Spying something laying in the corner of the room, I walked over. Squatting down, I picked up a scrap of cloth. It was from the shorts that I had worn yesterday, that Will had cut off of me. Shocked & puzzled, I wandered outside. Expecting to see the mowed lawn between the main house & the guest house, all I saw was overgrown weeds & a few junked cars. Feeling very afraid & freaked out now, I ran past the rundown main house. To my total relief, my car was there, untouched. The hood was up. I slowly walked towards it, apprehensive. I heard nothing but insects buzzing. I walked around the front of the car. No one was there. Looking at the engine, I saw that the old hose was gone & a brand new one was in its place. My keys were in the ignition, moving as if someone had just put them there. 

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the keys & opened the trunk. All my bags were there, as if someone had packed for me to go on my way. I looked around, watching carefully to see if anyone was watching me for my reaction. Closing the trunk, I went to the driver's side door & got in. I took another deep breath & put the key back into the ignition & turned it. My car fired up just fine, sounding better than it had ever. I pulled out & drove around to the store. That too was in a state of abandoned disrepair. I put the car in park & got out. Looking at the store carefully, I wondered to myself if I had just imagined it all. 

Puzzled, I got back into my car. Suddenly, I noticed a white feather on the seat next to me. Feeling a sudden chill, I picked it up. My feet tingled briefly & I felt fingers sliding up my side. A small giggle escaped me & I remembered something. I checked my neck in the rear view mirror. I had a huge sucker bite there. In my head, I heard Will's voice. The words thank you echoed in my head... 



The Guest in Suite 221



She was standing on the balcony of the hotel room when she first noticed him on the street below. He was paying for taxi fare, passing dollar bills to the cabbie. His hair had glints of silver that caught the light of the setting sun, which was what caught her eye as she scanned the sidewalk.

He wore a dark gray suit, perfectly fitted to his mature, but trim, physique. She watched intently as he bent down to pick up his leather suitcase, and as he turned, she could see a fashionable designer tie against a crisp blue oxford dress shirt. Even from this distance, she could see the artistic detail in the tie – suddenly she wondered what cologne he wore – probably something woodsy, with spicy undertones, sophisticated and totally male.

He stood up, adjusting his coat sleeves at each wrist before striding toward the glass doors of the hotel. As if he sensed her stare, he glanced up at the balcony where she now was leaning with her elbows on the railing. Her black gown was flowing in the breeze, the material so lightweight it feathered through the evening breeze. Her hair was dark, with coppery strands that danced like fireflies in the red light of dusk. He clearly saw her bare legs from where he stood and when she moved ever so slightly, he glimpsed black satiny panties.

She rose up from the leaning position, tossing hair off her shoulders gracefully, in a dancing motion. Her breasts, large and natural looking, raised the gown higher as she swayed backward, watching him… her nipple forming little peaks under the thin satin. She lifted one foot up on the railing, exposing her inner thighs and the edge of lace between them.

He felt an erection beginning, and he knew right then he had to see more of her. No, he wanted to touch her.

She smiled, and then, with a gentle wave of her hand, disappeared behind the hotel curtains of her room.

He made a mental note of the floor, and counted the windows over to her balcony. He estimated her room location and then continued inside the hotel lobby to register.

Back inside the quiet hotel room, she observed the reflection in the mirror. Taking both hands, she cupped her breasts, forming a deep cleavage as she pushed them together. She slightly pinched her nipples, and they stood out at attention, like obedient soldiers. She squeezed her fleshy breasts harder, and she felt an ache in her loins that she knew would be comforted only by filling the soft, silky cavern with a powerful, pulsing man – in the flesh, a real man.

Not just any man – suddenly she wanted that man outside on the sidewalk.

Her fantasy was making her hot, and she could feel moistness between her legs. She reached for the special oil kept in a decorative decanter that was on the nightstand, and pulled open the bottom drawer of the oak dresser. Inside, soft black flannel covered an oblong shape. Holding it lovingly in her hand, she caressed it as she opened the flap and removed a cock reproduced so realistically, veins bulged as if ready to burst out of its skin. She poured oil down the shaft, warm and smooth beneath her fingers… she was eager to feel it deep inside her.

She lay back on the damask coverlet of the bed, spread her legs, waiting for what was certain to come… the ache inside her building as she envisioned how he would look standing over her, his chest heaving as his cock drove inside warm, wet lips.

Her eyes were closed as she split open the pink labia with delicate fingers, preparing to receive the surrogate for her fiery desire… seeking satisfaction… yearning release.

He dropped his suitcase onto the bed in his hotel room, and went in to turn on the shower. Removed the coat, tossing it over the tapestry upholstered chair – loosened his tie and lifted the loop over his head with one hand while unbuttoning the monogrammed cuffs on his shirt with the other.

He wondered what she was doing. He pictured her naked and his cock stated to harden just at the mere thought. She looked so soft, so sexy… comforting, inviting… he wanted to feel her against him.

He stepped into the steaming shower, using herbal soap, taking special care around his penis, pulling the foreskin back even further until the purplish head was completely vulnerable, unwrapped from the pink hood. His chest hair was white with lather, and he turned toward the shower spray to rinse. Finally he reached for the faucet and turned off the water. Stepping out, he grabbed a white towel and briskly dried his lightly tanned skin, dark hair shining wet on his masculine body.

He splashed on after-shave, leaving the rugged growth of hair on his face from his morning shave. He combed back his hair, then reached for jeans in the closet. Dressing, he imagined her caress… and the erection promptly returned.

She had peeked into the hallway just in time to see him unlocking the door to room 204. He was magnificent – broad shoulders and strong arms, his movements confident, deliberate and well executed. His room was only a few doors down, the opposite side of the hall. Maybe she would “run into him” in the hallway… or better yet, the elevator.

Alone. And the elevator is stalled between two floors… hmmm… she imagined tasting his lips… wrapping his tongue in hers. The idea alone made her want to ravish the man and she didn’t even know him – a complete stranger.

It was no coincidence their rooms were separated by just a few steps. He had cleverly arranged it upon check-in, once he calculated her room number. He even knew she had checked in alone. His frequent visits at this hotel had benefited when he inquired of the porter about the guest in 221. He learned she had registered the day before, and would not be checking out until Monday. That was four days from now, and he knew just how to fill every hour with sensual persuasion… and ultimately, erotic ecstasy. It would be a pleasurable experience for him, and sure to be unforgettable for her.

She had just finished her bubble bath and slipped into the sleek black dress when she heard the knock. At first, thinking it was next door, she didn’t respond. She brushed her dark sable hair, letting it lay softly on her shoulders. She heard the knock again – this time there was no question. It was her door.

She stood on tiptoes and looked out through the security peephole, only to see a dark blue shirt without a face. Who would be knocking on her door? – she wasn’t expecting company. In fact, few even knew she was here. Curious, she opened the door.

It took all his willpower to refrain from reaching out then and there to fill his palms with her full breasts… but in the interest of reaching his goal, he held back from any premature caresses. He would have the heaviness of those luscious tits in his hands – and his mouth – soon enough. And she would beg him to suck and massage to his heart’s content.

She started to melt just looking at him, a fine specimen of man. Piercing, knowing eyes… square-set jaw, finely chiseled features framed with just enough salt and pepper hair to give a wiser, sophisticated handsomeness. Without knowing why, she immediately trusted this stranger… and yet there was something dangerously mysterious about him.

Still, without hesitating or another thought – she invited him into her room. As she stood there, speechless, he shut the door behind him, and – holding her gaze hostage – locked the bolt securely.

Suddenly, a chill shot up her spine – an unfamiliar tingle of fear and excitement. She thought of the array of personal pleasure items in the dresser drawer, and for a moment, slipped into a fantasy of having him inside her… warm, hard and wet. What would he think if he knew of her private stash – she snapped back to reality, wondering how he had found her room, and then – what did he want from her?

She had never really been with a man. Yes – she had dated and known those who wanted to be men. But not a real man… one who touched her… there. She had been kissed, of course, and even caressed – but no man had ever really challenged her senses to the point where she longed to give herself to him. So she found physical satisfaction in the hiding places of her mind, finding orgasm after she created an erotic daydream, playing both male and female roles, using various toys until she was so hot only a thick, hard cock would put out the fire.

And she had quite a collection of hard cocks. Big ones, thick ones, long ones. Tiny little replicas that slipped easily in small orifices… encouraging complete relaxation… and sometimes, two surrogates were needed…

But she craved a flesh and blood man. Strong hands. Exploring fingers. A pulsing cock plunging so deep inside, she would feel it in her belly…

Her reached for her, gently caressing cheeks. Her skin was flawless, clear and fresh – youthful. Her mature figure was well rounded – clearly the body of a woman, not a starving waif. She felt so soft under his hand – he again felt the rise behind his zipper as he anticipated what was to come next. He struggled to control his desire, but he was anxious to possess her.

And possess her, he would. Yes, he would definitely own her before this encounter was over. He was about to make his move when he noticed the bottom dresser drawer slightly ajar. He could make out a dark shadow, shaped like a penis… he would investigate that hideaway further when the time was right.

They still hadn’t spoken a word, but their eyes carried on a complete conversation. Smoothly, gently, he enveloped her in his arms, pulling her to him. Her hair smelled like a field of vanilla flowers, and sighing, buried his face in soft fine curls. He felt her succumb to his embrace – and the dance began.

She was stunned by the ease of her surrender. Why couldn’t she resist him – what was so magnetic about him? She breathed in his spicy, woodsy scent – remembering how she had expected this about him – and was again hypnotized by his seductiveness.

His loins ached, and he longed to feel her grasp his balls, her mouth on his cock. He wanted her – but he wanted her to want him even more. That was part of the stake – winning was less important than the game itself. He planned more than just a ten-minute trip on a merry-go-round – he was going to take her on a fascinating roller coaster complete with special effects that she would not have dreamed of in her wildest imagination. It was only a matter of time before she would experience every trick he had up his sleeve… in his mind… and inside his zipper.

He slid both hands down the silkiness of her back, cupping her ass and pulling her tight and fast to him, covering her mouth with his. She tasted sweet, fragrance of warm baked sugar cookies. Delicious enough to eat…

She was surprised at her own responses. She was overwhelmed with his power… She hadn’t even dated anyone for several years – her last physical and emotional attachment was to a female roommate. 

She knew all too well how good she felt when her lips were kissed – how sensual it felt to have her breasts massaged, nipples pulled by deliberate fingers. She learned how to lose her mind to fantasy while her thighs were opened and explored… and then – just when she felt ready to scream with passion – fingers would be replaced with a flesh-like wand, glided gently inside her… slowly in and out… deeper… her juices replenished by warm oil. Finally, when she could wait no longer, her sweet friend gently inserted a smaller, smooth pink shaft into her tight ass – only a little, not wanting to hurt her. She thrashed around to meet the two love toys and fell to intense orgasm, every muscle in spasm… tightening around the woman’s playthings as if to permanently embed them inside her.

He thought she seemed distracted, as if she were somewhere else besides with him. He took advantage of this moment to explore the curves of her body, smooth shapely thighs to soft round shoulders… lulling her with his touch into total submission.

In only a few minutes, he felt her collapse into his arms, not in a faint, but in an erotic, sexual surrender… enticing him, encouraging him, teasing with her impish smile and quiet sigh. It was almost time.

“I’m going to blindfold you”, he whispered. She hesitated ever so slightly in his arms, but didn’t pull away. “Don’t be afraid – trust me.” His voice reassuring, calm, not wanting to instill fear, only to hold her captive in the world he created. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby,” he promised.

His voice was soothing, quiet and hoarse, a deep whisper at her ear. It was the first time either had spoke, and now all she could do was silently nod.

He pulled a silk scarf from his back pocket, turning her around and back toward him until her ass met his cock through their clothing. He twisted the scarf and tied it around her head.

He cupped both breasts, her back still to him, and pulled them out of the dress bodice, tucking the silk material underneath, enhancing her deep cleavage between the round softness. A moan escaped her lips and she felt hot desire race through her veins like molten lava. She turned toward him, unseeing… blindly reaching for his shirt. She traveled fingers to his neck and found the top button, released it easily, and continued downward until she could bury her face in his chest… soft dark hair brushing against her cheek. She opened her lips and touched her tongue to slightly salty skin. She trailed his stomach with kisses as she unbuttoned his jeans with nimble fingers. Suddenly she craved his taste, and more anxiously began to release his erection from its denim prison.

He had momentarily lost himself in her building passion. His cock was stiff and bulging out from his jeans front, the zipper taut… but there was more to the ultimate release than just mere fucking, and he wanted to experience all of it… all of her.

She gasped when he grabbed her hair, pulling her face away from his groin – she had just about succeeded in opening his jeans. His cock felt ready to explode.

“Get up” he demanded, assisting by holding her by the hair.

He led her to the bed, ripped the thin gown down the side, removed it from her body and dropped it to the floor. She shivered – excited by the unknown, every nerve on edge. Anticipating. He swiftly shoved her to the mattress, then sat astride her, still wearing his jeans. She wore only panties now, and he was turned on at the sight of her full figure lying beneath him. Pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside, he reached across the bed to the drawer… he slid it open quietly and scanned the contents inside. There were silk ties, which he immediately retrieved and began wrapping around her wrists, binding them above her head before she totally realized what was happening.

“I want to touch you,” her voice purring.

“Not now, my sweet kitten” he replied. “First I will show you how good little pets are treated.” He reached down and ran his finger under the edge of her panties, letting his hand glide over her soft mound.

He hypnotized her. The binds on her wrists were loosely tied – just the impression of captivity lingered. Her breasts heaved with every breath as she felt his hand brush across her pelvis, and she felt desperate for him to touch her – to introduce her to new levels of ecstasy.

He made a quick assessment of the items in the drawer. A soft white cotton terry towel, baby oil, scented lotion and a special lubricant perfect for safe insertion of anything inside a woman. A flannel covered heating pad – ideal for heating flesh-like toys to body temperature. Good – he would turn her up to the boiling point. He couldn’t believe the assortment of cocks she had, and all of them as lifelike as any he’d ever seen advertised in a magazine. A thick, tanned one, over 2” diameter with gel-like balls at the base and a strap to be worn at the waist. He wondered if she had a girlfriend… or if she had been saving this one.

There were two with vibrators – one long dark pink shaft with little ridges, and the other as small as his middle finger. A third pinkish-tan cock had a heater built inside – it was soft, pliable with a thick base – very life-like, he could envision it crammed all the way into her – all eight inches buried.

His own cock was pulsing – throbbing. He planned to fuck her with all of her own “fantasy cocks”, bring her just to the brink, and then take them all away… teasing her. Finally, when she was writhing in a plea for release, he would ram his hard, hot manhood inside until he exploded and she screamed.

She was squirming beneath him, and he focused on her beautiful body. He would massage her first with hot fragranced oil, relax her completely, before the final seduction.

“You like to be touched, don’t you, baby?” He cooed in a sensual whisper. “You want your body to be smoothed and soothed with warm hands and soft lotions, don’t you, my sweet?”

She responded with a soft moan – unable to speak – and he sensed she wanted to hear what he planned before he made each move. He would tell her a story – a fantasy, just like any other night when she was alone – and she would become lost in his tale until she drowned in his words and eventually became unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality.

And without any warning, he snapped at her, his tone completely changed, and she flinched as she heard “Tell me what you want, bitch. Say how you want to be fucked.”

She had the urge to suck his cock, swirl her tongue wetly around the silky pink head… “Fuck my mouth,” she answered without hesitation.

“I’ll fuck your throat for you, my little sweet bitch. I’ll stick my hard dick down so deep that you will feel it in your hot cunt,” he hissed, pinching at both nipples with thumbs and forefingers as he straddled her face. His long, thick cock was poised over wet lips, tracing them. Her tongue darted out, licking furiously, hungrily – her lips smacking as she wet the pulsing head with her desire.

She lapped and sucked at the thick shaft as he pushed in and out, using her teeth to enhance his pleasure. Hot juices were flowing out between her legs, and she craved his touch – wanted his hand to explore and search for the treasures there. She sucked harder, imagining him inside her pussy.

Her mouth was warm as he shoved in and out – he couldn’t believe how good she felt as she ran her tongue expertly up and down, then around – his engorged shaft against the roof of her mouth, then the back of her throat. He felt cum escape his cock, and the movement of muscles as she swallowed – he pictured his juices sliding down her throat to her pussy and the thought made him want to finger-fuck her until she begged for the real thing.

He pulled out of her lips before he orgasmed – she wildly thrashed her head side to side in objection, searching for him.

Grasping soft hair, he jerked her head, stretching her neck backward. “What do you want now, bitch? Do you want a hard cock?” he groaned, already reaching into the drawer for the dark cock he had spotted earlier – imagining the man she fantasized about with this one – thick, erect, pliable… “The big cock is going to fuck you, bitch,” he warned, pressing the rounded head of the dildo against her swollen breasts, and she swayed upwards to meet it.

He reached down and pushed her soft thighs apart, exposing the tender flesh between them. Her labia felt tightly closed, wetness glistening at the thin middle split. He spread them gently with his fingers, inserting one at a time, the hot cave closing in as he explored further.

She had never been so hot with desire. She wanted him to fuck her so badly… he had managed to stimulate her in places she didn’t even know had sensation.

He brought the dildo to her pussy and watched as it slowly disappeared… pushed the thick, rubbery shaft deep, turning it, forcing it in as far as he could. Beneath the blindfold, he could see her face flush, her mouth slightly open. Finally, the cock was buried, balls flush against her tiny asshole.




The Guest in Suite 221



It was an irresistible sight, and he was rock hard, the blood purple along his cock, tense and aching to plummet inside her.

He touched her erect clitoris with two fingers, feeling her snap back and forth against him. Carefully, he positioned himself so that he could remove the dildo, and in one motion, replaced it with his own impatient cock – her sweet pussy swallowed it as he plunged in. She thrust up against him anxiously – a blazing fire.

He released her wrists, and she used her free hand to remove the blindfold… wanting to watch his face. “Fuck me now,” she demanded.

Her eyes were glazed, desperate… blue stones staring up at him. Wrapping around him tightly with ankles digging into his back, her body pleading.

He stroked with expertise – making her wait – touching every nerve. Until finally he could hold back no longer – now was time. He began to stroke in perfect rhythm, holding her ankles back, fucking harder, faster. He felt the flood coming – the rush unstoppable – and the deep growl began in the pit of his stomach as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

She watched his face, his eyes closing tightly as the hot cum overflowed onto her clit as he pressed against her – and seeing his expression, experiencing the intensity, the final release – all combined to saturate her with an incredible orgasm. Over and over again, the contractions inside her clenched his spent cock until he lay next to her, savoring the moment. 

Together – the music started when he first saw her on the hotel balcony and she accepted his invitation with a smile – they danced to ecstasy… forever, never-ending.



The Guest Ranch



March was six months ago when Fern's left leg had been amputated high-upper thigh. She had adapted very well to her amputation. Her scar had healed and with her and Don's constant anointing of Vitamin E lotions, it was beginning to fade. She was now quite a masterful crutch walker and was very adept at balancing, hopping and heel-toeing to move. She regularly used her tiny short stump as a balancing aid anywhere. Those were all the practical things she had learned to do with her new possession. On a purely pleasurable level though, she had also learned how to use the limited movements possible with her little stump for arousal and erotic purposes.

In spite of that smooth and positive rehabilitation, Don had noticed, however, a disinclination on Fern's part to suggest activities, to take a leading role as she used to. She seemed to have a general reluctance to move far from home and she hadn't made a suggestion about a weekend outing since her stump was created. Don was concerned enough to bring the subject up one day. 

"I sort of know what you mean Honey," Fern mused. "Although I feel comfortable and adapted to this life as an amputee, I get nervous when I go outside, or more generally, get away from familiar places like here and work. The stares from everyone really bother me and I just feel as if I am the center of attention wherever I go. That makes me uncomfortable." 

"Well, not to make light of what you are saying dear, but you are usually one of the most attractive and statuesque women in any crowd, so it's no wonder people want to look at you." He smiled.

"Oh you are so sweet and I love you for that Don. But even the Doctors said that it would be about a year after my surgery before I would not feel everyday like I was a freak. By then, you remember them saying, my mind would have adjusted to the physical changes I have experienced and my unconscious would have caught up."

"Honey, I sure don't want to pressure you for a sec. but if we went away somewhere where no body knows us, and where there won't be many people around, maybe you and I can relax together in a place where we will both be out of place," Don suggested. 

"Well, what sort of trip are you thinking about?" Fern asked.

With a flourish, Don produced some glossy brochures about a Guest ranch 3 hours drive from home. The Merritt Bar X Ranch was more of a guest ranch these days than an operating one although it still produced breeding stock and enough meat and food to be self sufficient. The owners of the Ranch had tapped in to the growing tourist interest in "working holidays" and had attracted a steady clientele of working holidayers with the beautiful surroundings, the unique experience, great cuisine and deluxe guest cottages situated around the main dining and social hall. 

Fern was reading the well illustrated brochure. "But I wouldn't be able to do any of these jobs like hoeing fields, feeding animals or lifting bales of hay," she mock protested with a tone of doubt in her voice.

And so it was that the two of them booked a cabin for mid-October. Fern was convinced when Don showed her the many horse programs for disabled people that the ranch offered. Growing up, Fern had spent her summers with horses at Grandparents' farms. The many testimonials of women amputees who had spent time at the Merritt Bar X, and come away with more positive outlook on their lives had also really touched Fern's imagination.

The three hour drive to the Ranch would have been uneventful had it not been for Fern's teasing and tantalizing of Don's libido. At a point in the trip, Fern removed her platform sandal, turned to her left, leaned back to the passenger door and placed her right leg into Don's lap. With virtually no leg on her left, she was able to twist into the seat so she was able to wiggle her foot and tantalize Don's crotch as the car sped down the road. Don's excitement could only be manifested by his right hand stroking and caressing Fern's lovely foot. The toe rings that had adorned her left leg had been moved to her right foot shortly after Fern returned from the hospital and Don was able to turn and twist them while sensing Fern's growing excitement. 

He stroked and rubbed her calf and thigh and then he took her five red toes into his mouth and licked and caressed and twisted the rings with his tongue. Fern was getting very wet and very excited as she sped along at 100 kph with her toes in her lover's mouth.

"Even when we played our games before my operation, I wasn't able to do this to you. Look, my stump just fits between the seat back and me, I am comfortably seated sideways and I can reach you with my toes. We have an unrestricted playful driving position. This alone makes me think that I'll be suggesting more driving when we get home from this weekend!"

The trip had been done without stops so it was a weary Fern who hopped out of the car as soon as it stopped. She stretched deeply, limbered her knee with a few half bends and flexed her short stump. When Don made it around to Fern's side of the car he was able to watch the remaining 2 -- 3 inches of Fern's femur make her stump muscles bulge and swell but hardly "kick" since there was so little stump to move. 

Sensing Don's interest in her stretching stump, she pushed her stump backwards as far as she could stretch and bent over to grab a well used pair of fore arm crutches from the backseat of the Jeep. Slipping her arms quickly into the cuffs, she planted her crutch tips between her and the approaching Don and fell forward a step before Don reached her. He grabbed her and in a gentle bear hug, he lifted her off of her foot and hugged her with love. As in a swoon, Fern raised the little ball of flesh below her hip and ground the short remaining femur into Don's crotch.

"Well the place looks nice Don and I love the smell in the air. Let's go and find out where our cabin is so that I can take you there and work you over"

Never one to miss an opportunity to satisfy his wife and be satisfied himself, Don pointed in the direction of the main lodge and the two headed in that direction.

At the check in desk, ahead of them was another couple. The two appeared to be a bit older than Don and Fern but what stopped the two of them in their tracks was the fact that the well dressed and attractive women waiting in front of the desk was a left above knee amputee! The older couple turned to the sound of the door closing and the look of surprise in their faces must have mirrored the look on Fern's and Don's faces.

The moment surprisingly seemed a little nervous. It was the older woman who fully turned and crutched closer to Don and Fern and introduced herself. "I'm Jonni Munroe and this is my husband Ross. What a pleasure it is to meet you."

"I'm Fern Friedrich and this is my husband Don. I, I'm sort of speechless. I lost my leg about 6 months ago and I guess you are the first woman amputee that I have ever seen besides myself in a mirror. I'm sorry if I seemed shocked when I saw you."

"Hey don't worry about that. I've been a monopede for almost 8 years now and I think I stare (just like everyone else) when I see another "sister" in public. Well, like you, we have just arrived and haven't even been to our cabin. Why don't we all get settled in. We're here for the weekend and I would love to talk more with you Fern so why don't we meet for breakfast in the morning?

"That would be great. I would LOVE to talk more Jonni. I've heard about the riding lessons here so I'm scheduled at 9 AM tomorrow for a ride."

"That must be the same group I'm in," said Jonni. "Well that's it for us. Let's just leave the guys to figure out their own plans shall we?" Jonni grabbed her right underarm crutch in her left hand and gave Fern a hug with her right arm. Caught somewhat unprepared, Fern reached around Jonni with her forearms hanging loose and returned the hug as her crutches banged together behind Jonni's back. "See you in the morning," the two women said to each other.

A few minutes later, in front of their quaint log cabin beside the creek, Fern slung the bag containing the cocktail fixings over her shoulder and crutched into the cabin. Don took a few minutes to collect the bags from the car and as he entered, Fern was standing at the kitchen counter with two heavily pressed, tall rum and cokes ready and seemed to be bursting with excitement.

"I can't believe this," she said. "I know you always tell me how attractive and special I am honey. And in my mind I know I am still as attractive as before the accident. I know how my unique shape helps the two of us pleasure each other more than most I am sure but still, that is all in my mind. It's my perceptions.

But tonight I saw! For the first time I saw what I must look like to others. There I was looking at another woman perched on her one leg as though it was the most natural thing to do. And I saw! I knew! For the first time since they took my leg, I can see that what you tell me about my beauty is not necessarily all a silly thing. 

Oh Don, I love you for all your support and love and I love you for creating this weekend in the hopes that I might break out of that slouch you said I seemed to be in. Well my love, you couldn't have planned things any better. Already for me this weekend is worth it a million times over. And guess what lover, we haven't even started yet have we?"

"I see that we have our own little hot tub on the veranda," Don reminded. "How about a little soak before we get dinner ready. Let me pay the full attention that those five sexy toes of yours deserve OK?"

Don had prepared some tasties and recharged their cocktails and was getting ready to slip into the hot swirling waters when Fern appeared from the bedroom. She had slipped on a small halter top to cover her delightful breasts and she had a matching bikini bottom on that was hardly bigger than a thong. She crutched to the porch and as she passed Don she leaned in to him and kissed his face. "Come my love, let's soak!"

Fern crutched outside and laid her crutches against one of the deck chairs. She hopped to the tub edge and squatted. These past 6 months had really toned Fern's remaining leg and she was able to balance well sitting back on her right haunch as her very short stump hung loose and trembled downward towards the floor. In her mind, Fern imagined pushing hard with her stump and having it reach out and touch the floor below. Instead, it continued to hang and to quiver and to anticipate the hot waters and the doting attention that it knew was coming its way. She slipped into the water and leaned back in pleasure.

Don moved cocktails and appetizers close to hand and slipped into the tub across from his wife. He lifted his right leg and reached it across to touch Fern's buttock like stump. With his toes, he tickled and touched it and even felt the short remnant of femur that was left inside what remained of her left leg. A pleasurable bonus of such a small stump was that Don's toes were able to massage and knead Fern's stump as well as stimulate her clitoris with his big toe. Fern held and guided Don's toes and after a few minutes, she grabbed his calf and pulled him over to her side of the tub. He turned round and fitted his bottom up against Fern's body. It fit so neatly and closely to her stumped side.

The shortness of Fern's stump was so evident at moments like this. There was barely enough thigh left to fold under her bottom. Her left side sort of ended in a round ball of severed muscle, sawn femur and sculpted tissue at the bottom of her torso. At least there wasn't enough thigh left to worry about sitting on or shifting out of the way. Instead, Fern's short stump acted like a wedge under Don's bum that held him closer to Fern than most people can get.

After some minor adjustments and a slug of their drinks, Don reached deep into the tub and pulled Fern's leg up into his lap. Fern flexed the leg a bit and wrapped it as far around Don as she could. She used it like an arm to pull him tight to her.

He began to massage her foot and work his fingers gently over, around and between her toes. He twisted her toe rings; he pulled her anklet and deeply massaged the arch of her remaining foot. 

Over his shoulder Don could hear Fern's quickening breathes and could sense her increasing arousal through the heaving of her breasts which were pressed tightly to his back. When he slipped her foot into his mouth the gasp from Fern brought a smile to Don as he pushed on with chewing and nibbling her five pedicured toes. He chewed, licked and nibbled her foot and stroked her calf as far up as he could.

Fern reached around Don's front and slipped her hand into his shorts where she discovered a large and rigid member. She knew she had to have Don inside of her. "Let me slip around front," she suggested. "Let me sit down on this gorgeous part of you that I love so much."

Not wanting to let his lover from his grasp, Don, gently urged and pulled Fern's leg around so that she could sit in his lap. As she turned around in the hot steamy tub, she wrapped her tingling leg around Don's back and slid her juicy and excited womanhood down onto his rigid member. It was an almost instantaneous orgasm for her as his cock pushed up into the furthest reaches of her delight. She shook, quivered and moaned in total pleasure. Her stump thrashed clumsily against Don's thigh, and she clasped her lover to her in a tight and tightening embrace.

That was the first of their two nights at the Ranch.



The Guest Room



“Oh, my aching head “ The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window violating my eyelids. I reached out to grab the clock and held it in front of my face. I was having a heck of a time trying to focus. It must have been the one, or two, or three long island ice teas too many last night. I hadn’t done anything like that since college. My mouth tasted like, well, you’ve all had that feeling. I needed a serious drink of water and some coffee, lots of coffee. The good news was that I could smell it brewing downstairs. I could also smell something else cooking, bacon. “I wonder what I’ve done to deserve this.” I thought to myself. 

I gradually sat up and looked around the room. There on the floor was my suit, one of my more expensive suits. I didn’t even remember taking it off last night. That would explain why it was all balled up by the door. I looked over by my wife Diane’s side of the bed. There was a pair of empty wine glasses on her nightstand. What the hell were they there for? Then I started to get that “ah shit, I really fucked something up” feeling. We had both been real busy lately. Me with work, her with a new job and the kids. There hadn’t been much time for us. We had talked about sending the kids off to her parents for the weekend. I sure hope that wasn‘t supposed to be this weekend. 

I dragged myself up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and realized I looked as bad as I felt. I suppose I should go down stairs and see how bad the damage is. I passed the kids bedrooms. No kids. Beds weren’t even slept in. It must have been this weekend. I continued down the stairs and now I could hear the bacon cooking. I came around the corner to the kitchen and spied her across the room. Her back was to me. Damn, I was a lucky guy. Diane, my wife of 15 years was about 5’7’’. She had long legs and a fantastic ass. She still turned my head from across a crowd even after all these years. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail and her left hand was resting on her hip as she stirred the bacon with her right. A pan of scrambled eggs sat off to the side.

I slid a chair out from the kitchen table and sat down.

“Good morning” I said.

“Morning” she replied without turning around.

“How about some coffee?” I asked.

“You know where the cups are.” She said in a cold monotone voice. 

This is going to be a long weekend I thought to myself. 

“We got the contract at work.” I told her. 

“That’s nice,” she answered.

The contract was the reason I’d been drinking last night. The proposals came in and we won the second biggest award in the companies history. The guys came in and decided we should all go down to one of the bars near work and celebrate. I figured one drink couldn’t hurt. Then we ordered some wings, then another round, and another.  

“I’m sorry,” I sort of pleaded.

“Its ok” she said, “It actually worked out quite nicely” 

“Did you sleep alright?” I asked trying to make small talk.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night” she said.

What the hell did she mean by all that. I got up and poured my coffee while I admired Diane’s rear view. She was dressed in my boxer shorts, which she had rolled at the waist and had tied one of my white t-shirts in a knot at her navel showing just a hint of skin. It was terribly sexy but something wasn’t quite right. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then it sort of dawned on me.

“When did I get those boxers?” I asked. I didn’t remember any purple boxers. She took the last of the bacon out of the pan and turned around. There was a gold omega symbol in the front corner of the boxers. 

“They aren’t yours,” she said as she looked at me with a slightly irritated look. Then she turned back around. It felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Not mine, then who in the hell did they belong to. My mouth was suddenly very dry again. I looked around the room not exactly sure what I was looking for. Then I heard someone coming up the basement stairs from the guest room. I turned and there stood Jason from work. Yes, Jason from the cube next to me, Jason, 6 feet of brash arrogance. Jason, tall, built, and blacker than the richest coffee. My heart was racing as the adrenaline surged through my body. What was he doing here? Then I started to remember more of last night. The slurred speech, the “you can’t drive home”. Then Jason offering to drive me home. I thought he had just dropped me off at the door. 

“Good morning” he said.

Diane turned and now had a big smile on her face. She was positively beaming. “Good morning yourself” she said. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Love some,” he said as he glanced at me as he walked across the room to her side. I gripped my cup tightly and looked at them standing side by side. His black skin contrasting with her pale white skin and blond hair. He had on his suit pants and his button down shirt was hanging out. He reached out and took a piece of bacon. 

“I made you some eggs.” She told him. “ I hope they are the way you like them”

“I like your eggs anyway I can get them.” He quipped.

What the hell did that mean. She scooped up some scrambled eggs and put them on a plate with some bacon. 

He turned to me. “Thanks for the use of your guest room last night.”

“Ohh, no problem. I hope you slept alright.”

“Actually, I didn’t get much sleep at all.” He said as he smiled at Diane. She smiled back and I thought I was going to throw up. 

“I set you a place in here.” She told him as he followed her into the dining room. I got up and walked toward the stove. I looked at the table; Jason was sitting in my place. Diane was sitting next to him gazing at him. He looked up at me, gave a slight look of disgust and finished eating. 

“That was great.” He said as he got up from the table. 

“My pleasure” Diane said as she also stood.

Jason walked to the door. “I guess I should be going. We should do this again some time.” 

“I look forward to it,” my wife answered.

Then he closed the door and was gone. Diane turned to me and said “I’m exhausted, can you clean up while I go take a shower?” Then she disappeared up the stairs. I heard her turn on the shower. I was still in a state of semi shock. My stomach was churning. I looked over at the door to the basement and walked towards it. Every step made my heart beat faster and faster. My throat was in a lump that made it hard to swallow. The light was on in the guest room. I walked to the door and looked in.

The bed had been slept in. It was our old king bed. We’d bought another one and put this one down here. I stepped in. Lying on the floor was Diane’s light blue satin chemise, the silky one with the spaghetti straps. The one that just barley covered her delicious ass. I bent down and picked it up. It smelled of her perfume. She must have had it on last night while she was waiting for me to get home, her nipples poking against the thin satin fabric. I felt my cock stir as I thought of her waiting for me and what it usually led to. But now it was down here on the floor. I looked around. There, on the nightstand, the companion to the wine glasses upstairs, an empty bottle of Merlot. God, what had I done? What had they done? 

My mind began to wildly imagine. The kids were gone. She’d put on her outfit and had been waiting for me in our bed; ready for some seriously good catch up sex. Then Jason drove me home. I remember that now. It was late, very late. What was it one, two in the morning. I’d offered him the use of our guest bedroom so he didn’t have to drive home. He’d accepted. I went upstairs. She’d been mad, hurt, upset, rightfully so I imagine. As I passed out, no use to her, she must have taken the bottle of wine and stormed down stairs. Had she intended to sleep in the basement or did she just see the light on and head down there to see who left it on. 

I imagined her walking down and running into Jason. She in that deliciously sexy top that clung to her body and left little to the imagination and he half undressed getting ready for bed. There would have been the customary apologies and “excuse me’s”. Then what? Maybe they didn’t actually do anything. Maybe it was all in my head. I stepped closer to the bed and pulled the blue flannel sheet back and got my answer. There, on the bed, a small white blotch. A circle of dried cum and another and another. Three circles of dried cum, each one a different size. He had fucked her. Fucked my wife. Fucked her here in the bed we conceived our kids. Shit, I didn’t need a condom. I’d been fixed. He obviously didn’t use one. What is in her now? How many sperm were swimming deep inside her? For some strange reason the thought of them coupling had made me strangely excited. 

The old mirror that used to sit in the corner was now propped against the wall opposite the side of the bed. Had he fucked her from behind while they looked at their reflections in the mirror? He would have been able to see the look on her face when she came. It is a look that is one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced. Now someone else had shared it. Did she look in the mirror and see his large black hands holding her hips as he slid deep inside? Did she feel his balls slapping against her ass? My own cock was rock hard as I stepped closer to the bed. I moved one of the pillows and saw that it was wet. I looked at it and picked it up. I raised it to my nose and smelled. It reeked of sex. Had he slid the pillow under her ass for one more fuck before breakfast? I could imagine his muscled body over my wife. His ass moving up and down as he slid his cock in and out of her. Her legs spread, her hands grasping his back as he pushed deeper and deeper, her feet digging into the bed as she got closer and closer to release. Then, she’d feel his cock getting harder and bigger as he got closer, followed by the mutual release as he exploded deep inside her, sending her over the edge, her insides contracting and sucking at his cum, biology betraying her as her body worked to draw as much of his seed as deep in her as possible. Her body thrashing on the bed she had thrashed so many times before with me. I could picture his cum starting to ooze out from around his cock as he gradually softened, pictured it running down her ass and pooling on the pillow. My knees began to buckle. My own body sought release as a stream of cum blasted out across the bed to mingle with their dried juices. Spent, mentally, physically, and emotionally, I sat down next to the remnants of their night. 

I picked up her chemise and drank in her scent one more time. Maybe, I thought, we should have Jason over for dinner next time we send the kids off for the weekend. 



The Guest Room



Harry and his wife Elena had owned their late Victorian house on the out skirts of the city for over twenty years. The large home had been in Harry's family for generations, so when his wife tragically died at the young age of fifty two, he didn't have the heart to sell it. Together they only had one child called Edward, who stood in line to inherit the family home.

Not long after his mother's death, Edward split from his long term girlfriend and his father naturally offered to put him up. 

"So, father, can I have that fabulous room you haven't used since you have lived here?" Edward asked.

"Sorry, son," he replied. "You will have to use the spare bedroom."

"But why?" he complained. "It's such a waste." "I'm thinking of renting it out on a short term basis." Harry replied.

The room Edward was referring to was situated at the rear of the house. While Harry occupied the entire first floor, Edward could never understand why his parents hadn't used the room themselves. It had great views of the city overlooking the lush garden below. Yet they never used it.

Edward gave his father an odd look. "Why can't I have it and you can rent the spare bedroom?"

"That room is for guests only," he said. "Just wait and see."

"Who are you thinking about renting it to?" Edward inquired.

"I'll place an ad. In fact, we can interview the candidates together." Harry smiled. And they did.

When it came to it the two men voted on the same woman, a sexy young brunette with an enticing cleavage. Her name was Sophie and she had the kind of breasts and arse that thrust themselves into your attention. She had shoulder length curly brown hair with sexy green eyes, and her soft lips had the pout of pure sex. 

"Imagine those lips around your cock!" Harry said, once Sophie had left. "I did," Edward groaned, "and you obviously did to, you dirty sod." Harry turned to look at Edward and grinned. "Come with me son, I have something to show you."

Edward followed his father into the study, which was nothing more than a walk in closet. There was just enough room for a desk, a chair and a bookcase. Harry grinned at Edward in the dim light. He pointed to a spot on the wall, and Edward saw a hole, a spy hole. His stomach tightened when he realised that on the other side of the wall was the guest room.

The deal was that Sophie would stay for a couple of months while she got settled into her new job in the city, and from the start, things could not have gone better.

On her first night Sophie eat dinner with the two men, but it was obvious that she didn't want to hang out with them. 

Once Sophie had retired to the guest room for the evening, the two men collided in their desperation to get into the study. Inside the small room, Harry unveiled another surprise by removing a picture from the wall, revealing a second spy hole.

"Where is she?" Edward moaned.

"I think she's in the bathroom," Harry replied, "I can hear splashing."

"Look, dad ... on the bed, it's her jeans and vest." Edward gasped; excited to see she had shed her clothes before entering the bathroom.

Then, Sophie entered the room, not nude but half naked in a sexy matching black bra and panty set. Her body was sexier than either of them had imagined.

"Oh lord, look at that body," Edward groaned. 

But for his heavy breathing, Harry remained silent, watching her walk slowly towards the bed as if it was his one and only chance to look at her. The boys knew they had months ahead of them enjoying this young body. But the first time, the first impact of Sophie partially dressed, just a few feet away, unaware that she was being watched, would be the best.

Sophie poured the last of the wine and then pressed the cold glass against her flushed cheek. She looked hot. She was hot. Sweat trickled down the back of Edwards's neck, while Harry remained calm and composed.

Sophie searched inside her bag for a few moments before taking out a book. Then she sprawled on the bed. As she turned on her side towards her secret voyeurs they quickly realised she was holding an erotic novel. Propping her head up on one elbow she began to read.

The two men groaned silently to themselves. Their flushed faces pushed up tight against the wall, watching through hungry eyes. 

"Look at those tits!" Edward hissed. In her position, Sophie's breasts were pressed firmly together, and the full curve of her lower breast was overflowing her bra cup. 

"I know," Harry murmured, "look at how tight and constricted they are, begging to be freed"

"I hope she releases those juicy tits soon." Edward added, almost panting.

"If she doesn't, I think they'll burst free on their own accord." Harry chuckled.

As if hearing their dirty thoughts, Sophie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, trading one type of tension for another. She pulled the bra off and tossed it onto the floor, then went back to her novel.

There was a sudden gasp for breath in the tiny study; neither knew who it came from. But whoever it was, they were both mesmerised. A strap had fallen innocently down her shoulder and the cup which concealed her left breast, fell forward. The naked breast was soft and round. The stiffness of her nipple emphasised her arousal and the whole image was a picture of mouth watering perfection.

Edward grabbed his cock through his trousers and squeezed it satisfyingly hard. Without realising it Harry practically mirrored his son's actions as they both watched her, unknowingly, bare her breasts. 

"She's beautiful, dad, those tits are amazing." Edward whimpered, watching the action of her breasts as she tossed the bra.

The two men ravished her with their eyes, lusting after every detail of her near naked body. From the curly brown hair on her head down to the red polish on her toe nails, and back again.

As Sophie began to read her book again, Harry's eyes were drawn to her stiff nipples. Then he noticed she was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Sophie turned a page and then her hand went to her breast. Taking the stiff bud in her fingers, she squeezed it hard and groaned.

"The dirty little bitch is turning herself on." Edward groaned.

"Yes, Sophie!" Harry grunted as she released the nipple and run her hand over her belly. "Yes!" he screamed silently. "Lower, go lower, touch your pussy."

Harry's preys were soon answered as she rubbed her pussy through her panties, pushing the thin material tight against her slit.

"Oh, Sophie!" Harry groaned, watching her fingers press into the cotton of her panties as she rocked her pelvis back and forth. Soon he noticed a deep wet patch in the black material as wetness seeped through, displaying her wantonness.

Suddenly she sat up and pushed her panties down her thighs. Then she grabbed the empty wine bottle from the bedside table and lay back down.

"That's it, take them off." Harry hissed, when she sat up and pushed down her panties. For a moment the men didn't realise what she had hold of, they were too busy feasting their eyes on what was happening between her legs as she spread her thighs. Her soaking wet pussy was fully revealed, leaking its juices as she slid two fingers down to her slit and spread her lips.

The men started to groan louder as they watched her rubbing silently for a moment, the swollen nub of her clit plainly visible between her fingers. Then the two men gasped in shock.

"What the hell is she planning on doing with that?" Edward said, suddenly realising she was holding an empty wine bottle.

"We picked a right one here, son," Harry grinned, "this bitch is filthy."

To the astonishment of the two men, Sophie lowered the bottle in between her spread thighs and pushed it purposefully between her swollen pussy lips.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Fuck!" she sighed as the top of the bottle disappeared inside her. Then, "Ohhh! God!" again as she moved her hips upward and thrust against the glass bottle. It was an incredible sight. Like watching a dirty porn film, her pussy swallowed the makeshift dildo and seemed to suck it right inside her body. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Yes! Ohhh!" she kept repeating softly as her other hand massaged her breasts. Sophie came very quickly, but then she changed her rhythm and carried on rubbing her clit and fucking the bottle, building towards another orgasm. 

Despite the spectacular exhibition taking place in front of the two men, they had managed to not cream in their pants. It was sexual torture watching Sophie go on and on, her breasts bouncing, her thighs pumping and the bottle almost out of sight in that hungry cunt of hers. She could barely keep her eyes open as her body convulsed and slowed, she was a wreck. Sophie lay gasping for breath, her legs spread wide with the wine bottle buried deep inside her pussy.

Happy that the show was over, the two men sheepishly made their excuses and went to their rooms.

A few weeks into Sophie's stay, she turned up at breakfast with an extra spring in her step. "A friend of mine is coming to visit me today," she announced. "Would it be possible for her to stay the weekend?"

Harry and Edward looked at each other for a moment. Sophie caught the glance and looked worried, but she needn't had. The thought of spying on two young women was right up Harrys street.

"Of course it's possible," Harry said, "We would be more than happy."

When Edward got home from work that Friday evening he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. There were three of them in there, Harry, Sophie and Kate.

He could see from his father's face that his brain, like his own, was working overtime. Kate was petite with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She introduced herself with a soft handshake and a mischievous smile.

After an hour or Sophie stood, pulling Kate up by the hand. "I think it's time I showed my friend where were sleeping." Kate smiled at Sophie and then the pair disappeared upstairs, quickly followed by Harry and Edward.

By the time the two men had reached the study the two girls were already locked in a passionate embrace. Kate had Sophie backed up against the wall with her hand in Sophie's hair , pulling her face down to hers, Kate's other hand was under Sophie's top.

Kate was like a sex starved maniac, she had Sophie's breast out in the open, and her top and bra were pulled up high revealing a wonderfully erect nipple. Kate caressed the soft mound of flesh in her small hands, pinching the nipple so that Sophie squealed, then covered it with her mouth. Sophie's eyes were closed, her mouth half open as she leant her head back against the wall, encouraging her friend to carry on.

As Kate sucked her friend's breasts, her hands were unzipping Sophie's jeans, pushing then down her thighs. Then she stepped back as Sophie pulled her top over her head and flung her bra aside. Kate reached for the bouncing flesh, cupping and caressing the swollen mounds.

"I'm not sure how much more of this I can take?" Edward groaned, unzipping his pants.

Harry remained motionless, focused solely on the view through the hole. He longed to be in Kate's shoes as he watched the incredible scene before him.

As Kate sank to her knees and peeled off Sophie's panties, Harry imagined the pink glistening pussy lips that were dripping inches from the blonde girl's eyes. Kate thrust her head forward, planting small kisses around her friend's shaven mound, teasing and rousing her to boiling point. Then she began to lick her, lapping at the soaking wet hole as Sophie moaned louder, gasping for breath as Kate worked between her legs.

Sophie shrieked and thrust her hips into Kate's face while Kate gripped her arse and pushed her head deeper into her crack, hanging on as she rode her friend to a powerful climax.

"Bloody hell!" Harry said in awe. Edward was speechless as he grunted and shot his load all over the wall in front of him.

The next night Harry and Edward were watching the game when the girls returned from a night out. 

"You're back early," Harry said, trying to hide his delight. But it soon became apparent why they had come home early, the girls had returned with a man.

Kate leaned close to Harry and muttered, "I've found a friend for Sophie." Harry gasped as he sat back in his chair and watched the two girls take the man to their room.

Once again the two men hurriedly made their way to the study. When they looked into the guest room, Sophie and Kate were slow dancing as they kissed. And the man sat on the end of the bed with a cheeky grin. 

"Lucky bastard!" Harry scolded.

Sophie was dressed in a short, low cut dress which emphasised her curves perfectly. Kate, who was wearing a short skirt and low cut blouse, was cupping the brunettes arse through the thin fabric of the dress, raising the hem as she did so.

Kate then pulled Sophie's head down to hers and forcefully pushed her tongue inside her friend's mouth. As the girls turned the heat up a notch, Kate teased the dress up higher, then higher, until it was level with the man's gaze. Just like Harry and Edward, the man was staring at two ripe cheeks of flesh, barely contained by a pair of tiny black lace panties. Kate pulled the tiny garment over Sophie's arse till it was just a thin black string under her cheeks.

"What do you think?" Kate asked the man.

"She's gorgeous," he replied.

"Look at those sweet cheeks, son." Harry moaned.

"That's the most beautiful arse I've ever seen." Edward murmured.

"Do you want to see her tits now?" Kate asked the man.

"Please, Kate." The man pleaded. So too did Edward and Harry from behind the wall.

Kate turned Sophie around to face him, and the spy hole. Kate's hand pulled down Sophie's shoulder straps before she yanked the top of the dress downwards, over the black bulge of a bra. In a moment, Sophie's dress fell around her waist, revealing her trembling bust. Kate then held her friends hands behind her back, forcing her to thrust her chest forward. The three men gazed with lust.

"Oh lord," Harry muttered.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Kate asked the man, again all three men answered yes.

"Take your clothes off!" Kate demanded. The man was tall, athletic and very handsome. His cock was long and thick, twitching in anticipation as it stood rigid.

"Now lie on the bed!" Kate demanded further. 

Although the man didn't look fazed or intimidated by Kate's dominating tone, he did as he was told. He led flat on his back with his cock lying rigid across his belly. Kate took it in her hand. She squeezed it softly, then began to stroke him as her other hand cupped his ball sac. 

"I hope you've got lots of spunk for Sophie." She said.

"Ohhh, fuck!" the man grunted as his cock throbbed in her hand.

Sophie was naked, kneeling up on the bed next to them, slipping one thigh over the man's quivering legs. Her glistening pink slit stretched open as she moved above Kate's masturbating hand.

"This is unbelievable," Edward said, "that dirty bitch, Kate is still stroking him off."

Kate knelt by the side of the bed, still holding the man's cock. Then she stretched her neck, bent her head and sunk her mouth over the engorged head. She sucked him for a moment and then withdrew, leaving the swollen tip of his cock glistening with her saliva.

"Sit on his cock!" Kate ordered Sophie.

"Look at her, so eager to please." Harry moaned as he watched Sophie position herself directly on top of the rigid pole. Then, loud gasps of pleasure filled the room as Kate let go of the cock and Sophie slid down the entire length in one motion. 

"Look at her taking it all." Edward hissed as he watched the long wet pole disappear into her willing body.

Sophie ground down hard and moaned as her lover hit the spot. His backside was forced deep into the bed while she towered above him, her juicy mouth watering breasts swaying with her downward pressure. 

During the intense erotic moment, Kate had stripped off and was now climbing onto the bed. With her delicate petite body she to straddled the man, her slim thighs opened for a moment to reveal a pair of swollen pink lips. Her smaller breasts sat high and firm as she faced Sophie, then she placed her hands on her friend's shoulders and shuffled backwards until her pussy was inches from the man's face.

The man's hands rose to grasp Kate's arse cheeks, spreading them wide then pulling her down onto his hungry lips. "Ooh!" she moaned as she squirmed on his face. "Ooh yes!"

The two girls leaned against each other as they balanced upon his body, their breasts poking and rubbing into the others. They kissed passionately as they squeezed and hugged, their hands busy, one with the man's cock buried deep between her legs, the other with his lips and tongue probing her pussy.

"I've never seen anything like it!" Harry gasped.

"It's like watching a porno movie." Edward said.

A few moments later Edward heard fumbling beside him, followed by a dirty groan. He knew what it was. He put his hand in his pants and he too shot his load.

Kate clung to Sophie as she began to convulse on the tongue eating her pussy. Watching her friend panting, groaning and grunting as she climaxed also sent Sophie over the edge to her own climax. Her sensitive inner walls clamped around the large tool as it continued to probe deeper, and then, with a loud groan, Sophie shook violently as she ground down even harder on her lovers cock. 

With Kate's quivering cunt pressed hard into his face, and Sophie's pussy coming on his cock, the man's body tensed as if bolts of lightning shot through his veins, and then he erupted a volcano of hot cum deep inside her womb.

Edward didn't sleep much that night. Flashing images of the sordid threesome that he and his father had secretly watched raced through his mind. Every time he tried to close his eyes he would see Sophie's body, her swaying breasts, and her shaven mound grinding into the man's groin. Already he couldn't wait to spy on Sophie again, but where was it all heading? Edward knew he had become addicted to watching and wanking. He had become a voyeur.



The Guest Room



The sound of the door opening wakes me from a sound sleep. There is a moment of confusion as I sit up in bed and blink away, the comforter sliding down to pool in my lap. I remember where I am, in the guest room of the Harris family. I'd come up from southern California to deliver a piece of customer furniture for my friend Jack, whose sister was the charming and beautiful Mrs. Harris.

Mrs. Harris, Donna, was what I would call comfortably middle aged. She was home alone when I arrived, her husband having gone to San Francisco for a deposition in the morning. With her help I maneuvered the piece, a rosewood secretaries desk, into the house and up to the second floor. It was a beautiful house, California Modern, overlooking Marin. 

Once the piece was in place, I was ready to head into town and get a motel room for the night, but Donna insisted I join her for dinner on the patio. I was hungry and readily agreed. We settled in to eat a hearty salad and grilled chicken.

Donna was a beautiful woman. In her early forties, she was about five foot three, curvy and soft, bordering on a certain voluptuous temptation. She was wearing blue jeans and a buttoned shirt, with her brown hair pulled back in a small ponytail. I'd be lying if I said I didn't notice her curves or the way the button between her full breasts strained when she twisted and turned. I tried not to stare, but I looked, and she caught me looking a time or two over the course of dinner.

One glass of wine led to two and then three, and Donna decided to offer me the guest room for the night and open a second bottle of win. I accepted graciously. I wasn't a total stranger, so the offer was not out of the ordinary. We spent a fun evening listening to music, drinking wine, and talking. About ten o'clock we called it a night.

Donna took me up to the guest bedroom, showed me the clean towels and shower, and then turned down the big California King bed before wishing me a good night. A hot shower later I put on my pajama bottom's and slipped into bed. I always prefer sleeping in black cotton pajama bottom's. There I lay, deep in sleep, when the door opened.

Donna was standing in the doorway back-lit by the hall light. She was wearing a mid-length champagne nightgown, with lace trim at the hem, sleeves and bodice. It was very light, almost sheer, and the back lighting accentuated every curve. I stared at her openingly, only half awake, feeling my cock lengthening, growing harder with the moment.

She stood there, still, watching me. I swept the comforter aside and stood up, aware that cock was tenting the pajama bottom's. I heard her intake of breath. I walked across the room to wear she was standing and took her gently by the hand. I led her into the bedroom, across the floor to the full length dressing mirror. I stood her in front of the mirror and moved behind her. She shivered as my cock grazed her round ass. The sensation only made me harder. I looked over her shoulder and whispered in the shell of her ear.

"This is what I was dreaming of tonight." 

I placed my hands on her full hips and slowly slid them over her silk gown, sliding them up and across her stomach, sliding slowly, inch by inch. Donna's eyes were riveted on the slow travel of my hands. I reached the rounded curve under her breast and slowly cupped them, lifting them, caressing them. She moaned. I slide my thumbs across the pebbles of her nipples, slowly circling them, feeling and watch them harden. The scent of lust spilled into the room.

"Such beautiful breasts." I whispered in her ear, "Such gorgeous nipples." I reached up and slid the strap of the gown off one of her shoulders, slowly peeling the gown down and off her shoulder. I leaned in and kissed her bare neck. Her skin was hot. I peeled the gown from her breast, exposing a dark brown nipple, engorged and erect. I caught her nipple between my thumb and finger and pinched it. She whimpered and leaned back into me. 

"Fuck." She whispered, her voice urgent with need.

I peeled the gown off her other shoulder and turned her to face me. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her thick brown hair and pulled her head back. I bend my mouth and kissed first one nipple then the other. Alternating back and forth I kissed, licked, sucked and nipped those beautiful breasts until they were glistening with wetness and were surrounded by tiny goosebumps. Donna was trembling and whimpering, her hands running through my hair.

I reached down, found the smooth skin of her inner thigh and slide my hand up between her legs. I cupped her cunt in my hand, feeling that burning heat. I curled my fingers and plunged two of them into her. She was so wet and slick they plunged deeply into her, as tight as she was. Her cunt clenched at my fingers.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She whimpered. I slipped a third finger in and twisted my hand back and forth. She clung too me, trembling, as I finger-fucked her. She was slick and dripping wet. Her legs were shaking as her scent spilled into the room as she dripped over my hand. 

I couldn't take it any more. I reached up with my dripping hand, grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly drug her to the bed. "Oh God! She cried as I threw her onto the bed, face down. I climbed up next to her and lifted her to her knees.

"On all fours!" I told her, "I want you on your knees, so I can fuck your sweet cunt.". She rose up onto her hands and knees and I moved behind her. She was still trying to her adjust her position when I mounted her roughly. I tore my bottom"s down, freed the raging hardness of my cock, and plunged into her cunt. She screamed as each thick inch coursed into her. She was so wet I penetrated her deeply with that first thrust, all the way into, pressing her open.

My fingers dug into her soft skin as I pounded my cock in and out of her cunt. She was whimpering and squirming and crying as I bore roughly down on her. I savagely tore her gown off and threw it aside. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. I caught her hard nipples and roughly pinched them. I pulled her hair hard, jerking her this way and that as my cock plunged in and out of her went cunt. 

I found her clit and slapped it, hard, once, twice, three times. On the third slap she went over the top and her body nearly convulsed with the power of her orgasm, burning white hot through her voluptuous form, shaking her. I leaned down and bit her hard on the shoulder and exploded inside of her, my cock surging and pulsing as I pumped jets of hot cum into her squeezing cunt. I spilled everything I had into her, felt her cunt squeezing it out around my thick cock, felt it sliding down her thighs as we collapsed on the bed, my weight bearing her into the mattress.

We lay there for a long while, Donna pinned beneath me, until finally I rolled off. My semi-hard cock slide out of her swollen cunt, covered in our cum. With a soft mewling sound, she slid down my body, delicately took my cock in her fingertips and licked it clean. I lay there, on my back, feeling the tender ministrations of her lips, her tongue, her mouth upon my cock, and fell asleep. 

We slept there, tangled together and cum drenched, until the daylight roused us. A long hot shower, breakfast, and then I was on my way home. Donna's last comment was this.

"I am afraid I am going to have to entirely redecorate several of the rooms...."