6 comments/ 9038 views/ 2 favorites Hopes, Dreams and Porn By: 1DiscoMcDisco1 Written by R. Watson-Thomas ©2009-2012 All characters in this story are fictitious, any resemblance to people living or dead should be considered purely unintentional and of great coincidence. Testimonials "A bit porny!?! Mate, i'm on page 29 and its not 'a bit porny', its full-on, top- of-the line Grade-A Grot. And can you still call it a novel if it consists of the phrase (and i quote) 'raging purple helmet' and (personal fave) ''don't call me dirty you little anal slut'? i certainly hope you can, 'cos this is a novel that I'd pick off the (top) shelf, as long as no-one was looking and i had a good supply of Kleenex at home." - a friend on Facebook when I asked him to read through this. PLEASE NOTE: This is a long draft. I've been writing this on and off for years and recently had to revert to an older copy. I'm posting this now as it's just been way to long in the making. I'm interested in all feedback, when and where I maybe stray off track, does it need better pacing in places etc. I'm open to any and all suggestions. Please don't review or rate if you're going to be all 'Lol, you can't type at all n00b skillz' .... we're all better than that :) Contents Prologue: In retrospect, it was all so typical it was farcical Chapter 1: Chain of Events Chapter 2: There's a tryst of the wrist Chapter 3: Begin to regret, begin to conspire Interlude: It Darkens - In retrospect, it was all so typical it was farcical - I didn't have any trouble when I did this last time, just went out, enjoyed a drink and it happened. This time I was less than lucky, and I guess my time had just run out. My prime was passed me and it was a whole different world out there to the one I used to be happy and successful in. Why is it always so tough after losing someone to get back up and out on the market? I shook my head in wonder at how this latest attempt panned out. She was by the bar, asking for a drink when I stepped in, my motley crew in tow. It was your typical "trying to be trendy" bar; everything was down lit in blue, metal surfaces and mirrors everywhere. If you asked me it wasn't doing a very good job, and I'd be more than happy heading into some old-man pub, somewhere that still smelt of cigarettes and booze soaked carpet. Those places didn't have any eye candy though, unless you were into bedraggled, rough bearded, beer-gut old men. Not to my tastes at all. 'I'll get that for you' I said in a polite "come-on" just as she was about to hand over the money to the slightly lecherous bartender. It was meant as a gesture of goodwill and an attempt to start my night right. I'm not a stunning fella, I might add, my bravado had nothing to do with looks, but just quiet confidence and a laid back attitude that generally brought me what I wanted. Average height, build and styling made me one of the crowd, but that's kind of how I liked it. She turned to me, but not with a smile, just a cocking of her head and a flick of her hair. 'Thanks, but I can afford my own drinks' she rebuked. The chavy ghetto twang to her voice not only belied she was a spoiled little prissy white cow, but that she was also the type that is everywhere at the moment. Little self- respect and wrapped up in pointless bravado, a vain attempt to look cool and fit in with friends at the expense of someone else and ultimately the type that demands respect without earning it. I decided politeness would be the best return on this one, nothing like being the bigger man. 'I wasn't stating otherwise hun, just a gesture' I retorted with a smile on my face, holding my hands up to the situation, and I just turned, walked over to my drinking buddies and begun a good drink-up, after some friendly rib- digging of course. It was less what she said... I've been knocked back a thousand times... but just how she said it. The words spilled from her mouth in pure contempt "How dare he come over here and try that shit on me" is how I read it, "He ain't good enough to get with me" would be another way of putting it. I just shook my head and laughed. Shame that when you see a nice looking girl, obviously dressed for attention, and you then do something old fashioned and gentlemanly you get shot down like some pervert, just so she can feel big and independent... ... But while pervert was a bit strong, however, I don't know how far off she really was. When I think about it now, I had gone up to the bar after noticing she was heading for it, and I only noticed because of the way her jeans hugged onto one of the nicest arses I had ever seen, seriously setting off fireworks in my brain. The number of sordid little visions that went through my head in that moment I could have sworn I'd have been staring for a good hour, but what turned out to be 5 seconds had given me a chance. I had peaked through my door of opportunity. Only that night the opportunity ended up being slammed in my face rather than gently knocking and I resigned to console myself with a pint and a bag of Cheese and Onion crisps. I wasn't going to get any this evening that much was clear. It didn't help, but noticing the only other girls in the bar turned out to be little-miss-prissiness' mates killed it completely, so why be concerned over my only other oral fixation. Anyways, back at the table, I sent her a sidewards glance and caught her eye. She must have been embellishing the story somewhat, along the vain of 'that stupid bloke over there tried to get in my knickers by buying me a drink AND he was staring at my arse! The pervert...' heavily confirmed by getting disapproving looks from her friends. A small group, but from the looks I was getting I hedged my bets on a formidable nut to crack into, one which I wasn't about to waste any more of my time on. A few pints later, feeling bloated and uncomfortable, I left the lads to seek out the mens room. I knew it was around a corner and down a particularly tricky staircase, I could remember that much, but in my state this was a daunting, potentially life threatening, task. After staggering the first couple of steps I had to seek the assistance of the steel railing to my right, however I managed to negotiate the final twist with little trouble and found a small lobby, walls ordained with typical poncey modern art. This was where mistake number two of the evening slapped me across the other cheek. I stepped into the toilet, already jostling with my flies, when I heard a giggle, then more, and suddenly a fair amount of laughter. "Damnit" I cursed to myself, "too much beer equals lack of concentration" and there I found myself staggering into the ladies with my hand in my pants. Mistake number three was fumbling to do myself up again. I headed straight back out and for the other door, cleverly marked with a large manly looking stick man (appendage added by drunken publican no doubt), and went about my business. Reaching the urinal I rested my arm on the wall in front, placed my head against my forearm and sighed, letting the stream begin its relaxing expulsion. Finishing up I headed for the mirror, and being displeased with the portrait looking back, tried to preen as best I could before heading back out. The lad's all had healthy smiles when I returned to the table, in fact, most of the people on the tables around ours did as well. "Word travel's fast in this shithole" I said to John, the only one who looked remotely on my side. I graciously took the hint, laughed it off and sat back down to my refreshed glass. Some would have thought the pain would stop there, but the group of girls burst into so much laughter, and the lad's just wouldn't drop it so it was then I found my hand gripping tightly around my glass, swiftly proceeding to slam my pint down onto the hardwood table. Standing up, making a show of checking my flies, I left the table and headed over to the girls. Their stares would have killed a less drunken, and pointedly pissed off, young man but Dutch courage spewed the following from my mouth. 'Shame that a group as enticing to the eye can be so childish, but at least I have proof of why the term "bitch" is bounded around so much nowadays.' Briskly, I turned about and fucked off out of there, throwing twenty quid on the lads table for the tab. Praying that I left a few stunned faces behind I let myself have a little grin, then went straight back to wallowing in my self-pity. I vaguely heard shouting in the distance, something along the lines of "Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't have a right to talk to me like blah blah blah...." but then I just phased it out. I didn't care. I always had somewhere else I could go. I called to old friend, Louisa, and found out where she was drinking that evening, hoping it was far enough away to forget the ridicule just past. ............................ I jumped off the tube nearest my flat, not getting a reply from Lou I'd decided to head home. The new message bleep brought my hand to my phone. "Hey, we've been kicked out of the bar we were in so we're heading for a drink further into town, come meet us in Shoreditch, could be fun" said Louisa on the voice mail. I quickly turned on my heels and headed back towards the main stretch, planning to jump back on the tube then meet everyone outside one of the bars. It only took me about fifteen minutes on the central line, and a fifteen minute cab down to the bar, could have been ten had it not been for the icy conditions. Luckily I was wrapped up warm so the cold didn't get to me, just my balance as I trod in unsteady ice and snow towards the throng of people outside. Seeing Louisa and the guys outside the bar I crossed the road and joined them in the queue. 'Sod's law you'd get yourself kicked out' I started, 'but I guess getting one more drink in can't be bad, and I really need it right now. Thank you.' 'No worries, and don't rub it in,' came the reply, 'let's just hope we can still get in' Lou finished before being ushered in by the two bouncers, typical fair of tall and black vs. fat, white and bald. As I approached both of them looked down and shook their heads at me. 'You've got to be kidding...' I said, knowing immediately they were looking at my shoes. Even though nice and new, trainers were obviously frowned upon. Not the norm in this part of London, and it got my goat quickly. 'Sorry mate, but you can't come in wearing them...' said the black fella. 'Fine, fine' I replied, agitated by the stupidity of bars like this, 'just let me poke my head in to tell the others I'm not gona make it in ok?' I said pushing between them, trying to catch someone's attention. That was when it happened. A large set of hands found their way to my chest and shoulders, and the next thing I know I'm being pushed backwards. 'Come on lads, I just need to tell them I'm heading home, no harm no foul' but it fell on deaf ears, I tried once more to get Lou's attention but they grabbed and pushed harder this time... I lost my footing, skidding on some unseen black ice on the chilly pavement and I slipped backwards into the road. Feeling the worst of the fall in my left knee I began to stand up only to feel a rush of swift movement as I was dragged down the road 15 or 20 yards, the screeching noise like fire being poured into my ears with the volume and suddenness burning into my brain. I don't really know how I did it, but I'd managed to grab hold of the front of the black cab, just behind the left wing light, and it kept me from going under the wheels. The real shock was when I tried to stand, only then realising I'd smashed my leg into the metal railing on the pavements edge. Collapsing in a heap I lay my head down briefly. 'Mate, MATE... Are you alright? What the fuck were you doing in the middle of the road?!' I heard, guessing it was the cab driver. 'What are you doing driving passed a packed bar at 30 mph you dick' I muttered under my breath. 'Get me up' I said, a little louder than my last remark, hoping the change of direction would halt any verbal conflict that may be arising, 'get me to the fucking curb. I need to sit down and then I need a chat with those idiots on the door.' The guy helped me up as I hobbled over to the short wall outside the bar, though was upset when I asked for his license and contact details. There was a crowd looking on, worry painted on some faces, humour pasted on others. I didn't really care, but I did know the pain in my leg was moving further up, making me painfully aware that I may have suffered an injury to my lower back, I have could just been over-reacting. Fearing the worst I got out my phone, after noticing that no-one in the now blurry and slightly grey crowd had a phone out, thus no ambulance was on its way. Touch tone emergency services and a quick muttering about where I was and I was assured an ambulance would 'be there shortly' by the groaning voice on the other end of the line. 'You' I began, aiming my voice in the direction of the bouncers. 'OI, YOU!' I then shouted, mustering up what I could. They'd been joined by what I imagined was the management, a concerned looking woman flitting her eyes from me back to the bouncers as the crowd began trying to explain what had happened in each of their own unique and varied views. 'Get over here, NOW' I said again. Timidly she began towards me, her feet wavering on the icy ground; a realisation hitting her as she did that it wouldn't be long before she'd be in terrible trouble, if not with the owners of the bar then the police. 'Give me your business card. I'm going to need it for my solicitor' I said, cold as the floor I sat on. 'I'm sure this doesn't have to go that far. As far as I can see you were leaving the bar and you tripped into the road' she said, voice quivering under her own lie, knowing the two bouncers were the cause of the calamity. 'Don't even bother. You know full well what happened. Get me the surveillance tapes as well, I know you must have some; I can't chance that 'going missing'. Give me the business card and I'll see that only the bouncers get sacked for this.' I stammered out, trying my hardest to stare into the eyes of what was now a dark hew against a grey background. She spoke to someone quickly on her phone and as a member of bar staff came out with the tape, passing it to me to tuck inside my jacket, I slumped down hard onto the floor, a pang hitting me in the side as I lost consciousness, a faint siren the last thing I heard. ............................ I awoke in a hospital bed, no one around me. I looked around for a clock but with my eyesight not fully restored, feeling a tube poking up my nose and what felt like down my throat, I observed that the room was dark and relatively cold, smelling of bandages and Savlon... that typical hospital ward smell. I pressed what felt like a button under my right hand and a small red light turned on above my head. Within a minute a pretty young blonde made her way into the room. 'Glad to see you're awake, Joshua. I'm Avril, and I've been keeping an eye on you for the last day or two. You've been quite heavily sedated due to your injury and we couldn't have you moving around else your leg would never set. You'll be pleased to learn that the only problem you've got is a fractured tibia, nice and clean, and a few cracked ribs, Should heal no problems. You were very lucky from the sounds of things.' she said with a smile 'Would you like me to call anyone for you? You haven't had any visitors.' This was the final straw. I knew I had to get out. Home wasn't far away. I'd be bandaged up and sent home in the next day or two. Packing was on my mind and it was clear that change was required. ............................ Let me start by saying, although it was tough, 11 months is a good time to heal in both physically and mentally. That night spoke to many parts of me, how dissatisfied I was with the way I was living, the choices I had made. The regrets I had. A new start was in order and I took to it with great gusto. The accident was just the excuse I needed. The Monday after my epiphany I went to work as normal, leg cast in sturdy plaster to the knee, and after telling everyone not to ask I quickly brain dumped and composed a memo, a 3 month plan, and handed it to my CIO. 'This is what we're going to action within the next 12 weeks.' I had started. 'We get this stuff running, and I can manage it all off-site. The team are good enough to cover the basics; I'm confident they can all do their jobs. Let the international team take up some of the slack.' Then taking a breath 'I will be working from home by the date this is completed, I will be on the figure at the bottom and you will have a happy and productive member of staff to remote manage the department. Take it or leave it, I'll speak to you Friday.' Needless to say, I still have my job, the figure I wanted and I was happily sitting in the open plan downstairs of a nicely refurbished and re-designed cottage in Fakenham, Norfolk. It was close enough to town to do my shopping, and there's a great farmer's market once a month, but far enough away from my old life and other people as I needed to relax. Relaxing was something I thought I'd forgotten how to do. The settlement received for not suing the bar was a nice hefty lump that afforded me this place, and its redecoration, without hitting my salary too hard. I had it made now, life was turning the corner I needed it too and I was beginning to feel happy again. ............................ Every Friday I head back into London to check on the department, have all the right meetings and get more wheels in motion, or at least push start the ones that had slowed or stopped. This time round, however, the limited contact I'd had with mates and colleagues provided me with warm, nice, and meaningful conversation with the right level of banter. No more put-downs, no more bitchy London girls to set my evening into a rut. Knowing I had my little solace away from all this somehow made it all the more bearable. It was as I was leaving that night that one of the guys from work ran out of the pub and tapped me on the shoulder. 'I nearly forgot mate,' Grant stated as I lit up a cigarette, 'This turned up on Wednesday and I forgot to pass it on. No idea what it is?' He concluded, flipping the thin package between his hands. Grant was a good lad and, with his slightly wiry build and scraggy short brown curls on his head, had a habit of being very profound when he spoke up. He was also potentially quite clumsy but somehow always had the luck not to drop the knife, or delete the important file, or wear his pants outside his trousers, even though that's exactly what you'd expect. It was this that made him endearing, and why he was one of the few I kept in more regular contact with. 'Cheers Mate, I'll have a look on my journey home.' I said, heading for the bus stop across the road, aiming for Liverpool Street. It was now mid December and bloody cold. I took a long drag, waved over my shoulder, and settled myself in for the long cold wait for the bus. Sitting comfortably on the train I twisted the package myself, noting a South East postcode I couldn't quite place. Upon opening the crinkled Manila Envelope I found inside an invite to a friend's wedding. I hadn't heard from her in a while, and so was a pleasant surprise. Noting the details I added them to my phone, and put it back in the envelope. 'Time for some kip' I told myself, drifting into the seat and slowly falling asleep. ........................... "Ping-Ping 'The next station is King's Lynn' Ping-Pang-Pong" ............................ Rousing I realised I should get off quick, missing the closer stop by a station or two, and immediately headed out to get a cab. Finally arriving home at just after three in the morning I lit the wood fire, slouched into my super comfy lounge chair and upon grabbing the duvet from the morning off the floor, I snuggled myself up for a good sleep. It was the weekend, so no plans to ruin my rest. Hopes, Dreams and Porn - Chapter 1: Chain of Events - I awoke to a particularly large crackle from the fire, a piece of young wood tucked in with the dry old stuff I picked up from out back. I did the usual morning stuff, bacon on, bread buttered, brown sauce drizzled, kettle boiled. Teeth brushed, beard tidied, bits washed. I returned to my grill, breakfast sizzling nicely, going crisp around the edges, and constructed my hearty breakfast sandwich. I sat down on the same chair, flipped on the TV and got my computer up on screen. Nothing new on the email front, I noted with relief, and sat back to watch my favourite Japanese Cartoon series. I reached around, suddenly in need of some nicotine, and while searching for my lighter fondled the envelope again. Tipping out the contents onto the oak stump I'd cut and varnished as a coffee table I noticed something I didn't see last night. A small bundle of Polaroid's hit the deck; elastic band wrapped around to hold them all together. "Just something for you, seeing as these won't ever happen after next month xx" read a small post-it note stuck over the first picture. A foot, encased in a white stocking, was displayed to me. The next a stocking top, garter taught around a luscious thigh. The final image was the most striking, and definitely the most pleasing, as I saw the stunning ass of my friend Andrea lovingly caressed with white silk French knickers, delicate lace fringing pulled high-enough to show me the beginning of a glorious white tan-less buttock, though there looked to be a thin redness, maybe a hand print peaking through. "Slapping your bum for me are you? God how I miss you" I said to myself out loud, letting a long sigh escape my lips. Not every weekend starts off this well, and with regret I smiled, put the pictures down and sighed again, knowing this would probably be my last peak. 'Jacob is a lucky fella' I said to myself as I toasted the air with my mug of tea, taking a long warming sip. A shiver went through me then, something was niggling in the back of my head, but I just shook it off and took long slow breathes and relaxed back into my seat. I looked around and smiled as I took in the little haven I had created. Though not everyone's idea of a great home it had all the character of a traditional English cottage while internally it was a minimalist dream. I had pulled out all of the old chintzy wallpaper and taken off all the harsh brass fittings and door handles. You entered into a living room when I bought the place, but now there was a sleek white curve to separate the spaces, making a small lobby that faced to the kitchen. The rest of the walls had come down and now the entire space was open, a glorious central fireplace -- which was set into a pillar in the middle of the room so you could see through to the other side -- housed and displayed my TV and AV equipment. The result was a sleek white centre piece from which I could work, play and enjoy my space. Off to the left side of the room I had replaced the old kitchen entirely, raising it slightly from the rest of the room and installing a simple bar to separate the spaces further. It also provided an excellent method of entertaining people in the rest of the space. The old staircase cut into the kitchen at an angle and finished off the room to a tee. To the right of the space I had a whole corner of the house, double height, surrounded in glass. My main chair could swivel round so my focus went from Tech to nature in a matter of seconds, and it's where I relaxed and contemplated life. It couldn't get much better than this, bar one simple elusive thing... The pictures caught my eye again and I sent my R.S.V.P early that afternoon, shifting into 'relax' mode continuing to watch the TV. 50 minutes into an hour special the doorbell went. It never went. Confusion raced though me as I had been enjoying the lack of people in the area and haven't introduced myself to anyone but the retailers in town. With burgeoning curiosity I headed to the door and opened it and there before me was a smile I hadn't seen for far too long. Wearing the warmest looking sheep's wool jacket and a pair of overstuffed Ugg boots, leg warmers tucked in, was a dear friend and a bright light to make better my day. I hadn't seen Sandra for at least 9 months now. 'It's bloody freezing Josh, you gona let me in or not?' she stammered, the air turning to mist around her mouth as she spoke. 'Shit, sorry, 'course... come in' I said, dragging her into the toasty living room. Before I knew it there was a rush of motion. 'Happy Birthday!' she shouted, bounding onto me in a great big hug. 'Huh?' I said, confusion hitting me full force. 'The 18th is the right day, right?' she stated, still with her arms around my neck but plagued by a quizzical look. "It's the 18th?" I thought. 'That happened fast, I completely forgot.' Time gets away with you when you're on your own I guess. 'Christ, don't tell me you didn't even remember your own birthday?!?' a smirk taking grip of the corner of her mouth. 'I guess I just didn't notice. It's a pleasure to have been reminded though' I smiled warmly back, hugging her back into me and enjoying the feel of a woman I trusted and missed. Sandra and I used to work together, just over a year or so ago now, and we'd gotten together if I'd been in town and she was free. We'd usually grab something to eat, a quick drink and a hug goodnight, she's why I'm big into hugs. It was nothing fancy but enough to keep us close, she'd never come to visit me before today. She was a tallish blonde standing at maybe 5' 6-7", couldn't weigh more the 110lb's and, as any self respecting male would notice, a rack slightly too big for her slender frame. I guessed at D's, probably a 30. Unfortunately I'd never found out, it had never gotten that far. 'Can I get you something to drink? Hot chocolate sound alright?' I asked, gazing into her sparkling blue eyes. 'Sound's perfect, I need something to warm me through.' She cooed, 'Plenty of cream please -- the richer the better' she said with a characteristic wink. 'Coming right up Hun' I said as I let go of her glorious frame and drifted over to the kitchen island to start up the pan. Two dollops of double cream, half a pint of full milk, some mini marshmallows, dash of cinnamon and a bar of grated Galaxy chocolate all melted, stirred and reduced into a thick and over-sweet hot chocolate to die for. I'd made up the recipe when I moved here and it was a great comfort drink. My largest mug, a pile of squirty cream and a few more marshmallows and I was done. 'Here we are... the best hot choc....' I started, looking up to pass the drink over, but cut myself short as I was completely awestruck. There she was, sauntering towards the stools on the opposite side of the kitchen island; half shedding her winter jacket and exposing her torso in the most glorious Victoria's Secret underwear (only a guess), her lithe body adorned with the sexiest black half-cup bra, barely hiding the rosy nipples trying to escape, her toned stomach peaking over the edges of the jacket. Looking down I noticed she'd shed her thermal legging's only to expose the most stunning pair of long legs I'd set eyes on for a very long time. 'Thanks Joshua, I could really do with this to keep me warm, being as exposed as I am' she said, another wink gracing her cheeky face. I stifled a chuckle at her attempt to be seductive. 'I... I... I really don't know what to say. "My pleasure" doesn't quite cover it' I replied, trying my best not to drool over the cream in her cup. I wish I'd worn something slightly more restricting as the hard-on growing in my sweatpants was already bumping against the cutlery draw handle by my waist. She picked up the cup, took a long slurp and held it in both hands. Looking up at me, cream adorning her nose and steam rising across her face, she got up and walked over to my comfy lounger. 'Come join me' she whimpered, giving me the most incredible look. 'We need a catch up.' ............................ Her right leg, now outstretched onto the coffee table and crudely bent at the knee, was giving me clear sight to her sheer panty-covered crotch. I sat by the fireplace, with rock hard cock at full attention, directly opposite her and stared lewdly at her brazenly flashing me. A few minutes of sipping my own drink I mustered up the courage to ask, after finally lighting my cigarette, that which had been buzzing on my lips for the last 3 minutes. 'What's brought this on?' I asked, a quizzical, if not slightly glazed look on my face. 'You never visit and now you're seducing me in my own home. Not that I'm complaining, but there has to be a reason? I'm simply not that lucky' I continued, a small chuckle breaking out of my throat. A deep and contented sigh escaped her lips. She held the mug between her delicate hands and looked in my direction, her eyes full of warmth. 'I just needed to get away;' she began, 'and I hadn't seen you for such a long time. To tell you the truth... I missed you. Our little get togethers were a breath of fresh air to me, they took away the drudgery of work and boredom and, when I hadn't had them for a while, I realised the reason why I'd enjoyed them so much.' She nearly whispered, showing her state of relaxation, perhaps anxious at her confession. 'I enjoyed'em cos of your company.' She stated matter-of-fact-ly, as if she had taken real time to ponder the reason. 'So I'd made the decision to jump on a train to see you, take advantage of your good nature but then my phone popped up your birthday reminder. "What the hell" I thought, "let's make it worth the trip.", hence..' She finished with a light giggle that made me smile, and struck a generation game pose, only she was the prize on offer, not the cuddly toy. I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I mean, I'd thought about what she'd be like, about taking her into one of the restaurant bathrooms at our lunches and seriously hammering away like my life depended on it, but I never thought it would actually happen. I'm one of the "Safe" guys normally. Girls are quite happy in my company, but it never goes anywhere. The Friend-Syndrome always kicks in before anything can get going, either that or just bad timing. 'Well where do we go from here then?' I stated with a hint of mischief in my voice. Before I'd finished she set down the mug and walked over to me, one foot in front of the other, and once standing astride me, crotch in face, she squatted down onto my lap, grinding her clad sex against my rigid pole. 'We start right here' she breathed before mashing her lips to mine in a heart- stopping tongue wrestle. My mouth opened willingly and, after flicking my cigarette into the fire, I relished the sweet chocolaty taste of her mouth filling my senses as I breathed her in, the nicotine making it a heady mix. Her mouth was hot, as was the crotch of her panties. Hot and wet. I broke away for a second to look down at the generous wet patch now adorning the stretched sweats in my constricted lap, right on the tip of my engorged prick. I drew up to her face, past the panting chest to the smouldering eyes and couldn't resist. Not that I would resist anyway. I pulled her up and lightly kissed her clad lips, the aroma filling my nostrils and driving me wild. Her hands went to her hips as she struck a pose and it was only then that I noticed the bow's of orange silk at her sides. It was a vision that didn't last long, however, as she swiftly stood back and tugged on the ribbon until her panties dropped gently to the floor. Before me was the smoothest pussy I had ever laid eyes on, glistening in the flickering fire light from behind me. Clasping her hands, via mine, to her jutted hips I forcefully tugged her to my face, running my nose against her slightly flushed clit, running my tongue from the thin band of skin between her anus and my goal. I brought it further up her wet slit, eliciting the slightest of shivers from her. Slowly I began tracing her lips with my soft flattened tongue, caressing each fold individually as if making love to that single part of her, repeating again and again until she was rocking, knee's buckling just above my mouth. 'My god Joshua, you're gona to kill me,' she purred between moans 'I can't handle this much longer.' This was music to my ears. Although I'm sure she was pretty worked up already (it's not a short journey up here) it was good to know that I had her at boiling point after only 6 or 7 minutes of play. I hadn't lost my touch. This also was as clear a queue as any to push harder and faster. Rapidly my newly sharpened tongue began roughly gouging its way into her now sodden snatch. I plunged myself as deep as I could, running around the inside edges trying to feel every bump and ridge. 'Oh fuck... that's good, that's... FUCK... oh my god that's so fucking GOOD!' she growled grinding herself down onto me, struggling to keep her footing. I pushed her back gently until her calves hit the coffee tables edge, prompting a swift fall and a "SLAP" as her wet buttocks hit the surface. 'Ah, Christ!!' she yelped, but not allowing her any respite I pounced on her now exposed clit, running my hard tip over and around, back and forth, side to side, anything I could think of to keep up the variety of strokes. 'There, Damnit... right... fucking... THERE' she squealed as I sucked at her lips, flicking my tongue between them to reach at her clit. Feeling her pussy relax just before that final rush I inserted a finger into her, pressing up to the soft spongy flesh... almost over the edge, standing at the point of no return... 'Shhhhhhiiiiiiiiiitttt!!!!!' she breathed heavily, like the wind was being knocked out of her. A tremendous set of pulses began cramping at my finger, my god she was tight, threatening to break my finger in half. Wave after wave of powerful clamping motions hit me, my tongue now pressed to her undulating hole. Then the whole body shaking settled in, her legs began crushing the side of my head, her hands came down and pulled me into her more, her head wallowing side to side as if having some kind of seizure... the speed of these increased after what seemed like minutes already as a final wave began building. She was still for a few seconds and concerned something was wrong I tried to pull myself away to check on her, but this turned out to be her undoing. As my face brushed against her in trying to get free the final wave came crashing over her. One final flurry of strong convulsions and her pussy exploded. I've had the pleasure of this once before in my life, but damn, never this much. 'Here it FUCKING comes!!' she yelped, the vulgarity of her comments driving me insane with lust. 'Hmmmppprpphh' was all I could say in return. A powerful jet of pure, sweet girl cum flooded over my tongue and continued to jet onto the top half of my face. I was getting drenched. I could barely see. I was amazed. As she began to come down the fingers clasping my hair relented, her thighs relaxed and she collapsed spent over the table, head lolling off the far edge and she was panting, hard. 'I....don't think....I've ever cum so hard... in my life...' she managed to get out between deep breathes. 'This... is suppose... supposed to be... your birthday n.n...Not mine ha...ha-ha...hahaha' she continued, breaking into staggered laughter. Clearing my eye's against the sleeve of my top I looked over at her, the sheen of fresh fuck lightly coating her skin like morning frost on the hills. She glowed, she almost hummed and vibrated with sexual energy; an energy I was sure would ebb and die away long after this moment passed. 'I'm glad I asked for some help today' she chortled, breaking into hysterical laughter... I pulled her up into my arms and said 'Help?'... ............................ There was another knock at the door, giggling could clearly be heard on the other side. 'Yes Joshua... Help...' that glint was back in her eye as she swooped in and kissed me full force again, lingering on the taste of herself still running over my lips. 'This is going to get interesting' I murmured between deep kisses... The door handle rattled with someone's impatience... I didn't want to move from the embrace I was in, caressing Sandra's side sending tingles through her still shuddering post-orgasmic body. The little peck's she was placing all over my face and neck we're only making my situation more uncomfortable downstairs. Pulling me out of my lust filled stupor it was there again, that damned rattling. 'I best go see who that is then hadn't I' I huffed, watching her stand up, trip slightly and fall into the comfy chair again, a thoroughly satisfied heavy lidded look on her face. 'You'll be pleasantly surprised' she murmured before closing her eyes completely, rolling her rapidly cooling body in the quilt. 'Happy Birthday' she murmured into the fabric, clearly drifting off to some relaxed and restful place. ............................ I twisted the lock and before I knew it bodies were rushing in the door. There was a stumble, a few trips and I was on my back. I was surrounded by darkness... the odd flash of light making its way to me under this pile of writhing flesh. 'Get off' -- 'Move' -- 'you're treading on my foot' -- all this amid laugh's and giggles. Someone was tickling me. I couldn't handle it and broke out laughing with the rest of them. It didn't take too long to get ourselves straight and when I stood up I was looking at two of the most stunning women in my life. Chloe and Lisa both stood there wrapped up snug, the short, dark haired Chloe with a woolen bobble hat and scarf, while Lisa, the shorter well endowed redhead, had about 9 ft of grey cashmere scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face. They took one look around the ground floor and spotted a foot peeking from out of a quilt on a chair. 'So Sandra beat us to you huh?' said Lisa. 'I'm afraid she did. Silly girl passed out before she could have her way with me though.' I chortled. They both stole knowing glances at each other but before they could speak I chimed in with 'Hot Chocolate? I have plenty going' flicking them a wink. They smiled and came and sat on the stools with me. 'So come on, I'm not about to believe you all just turned up out of the blue, and you already let slip Sandra made it here first. What's it all about?' I asked, genuinely interested. 'We haven't seen you and thought you must be getting lonely' said Chloe 'Yeah' chimed in Lisa, 'everyone asks about you, whether you've been in touch and stuff. I know your back most weeks but you never organise to see us. What happened?' An honest query deserves and honest answer I say. 'I'd had enough. Losing her was tough, hardest choice I've ever had to make, and since then I just couldn't be bothered. When I did try I got shot down or laughed at, bolshie "mates" never letting a joke die. I could've done without it. So I did do without it. I miss you all terribly, but I can't handle that kind of crap. No-one should have to feel like knocking out your mates. 'So I packed up, moved out and found a space that was, well, mine. It felt good. I started to feel relaxed and happy again. So I kept my distance.' I said, a little choke working its way up my throat. 'But all's good now, I get the dose of everyone I need, it stops the unwanted banter and I end up getting visits from wonderful girls like you' I ended, throwing in a little chuckle for good measure. I turned round, knocked the small tear from my eye and began pouring the now incredibly thick chocolate. Before I had the chance to turn round they were hugging me, resting their heads on a shoulder each. 'Don't worry Joshua.' Lisa hummed. 'We'll always be around if you need to talk.' Hopes, Dreams and Porn 'Agreed' said Chloe... 'Agreed' chimed in Sandra with a yawn. 'Welcome back to the land of the living, was hoping you weren't out for the count,' I said, regaining my composure. 'You want another hot choc or something stronger?' 'What have you got?' Sandra asked, shaking herself awake. 'Just head for that cupboard, pick whatever you like'. She sauntered over to the cabinet, duvet falling off her glorious body (panties caught between her toes I might add) as she walked. The girl's chuckled as she twirled round, breast's bouncing in the tantalising half-cup as she did, Gin in one hand, Vodka in the other... 'Where's the Tonic?' ............................ The last four hours had been a relaxed combination of food, drinks and more drinks. It didn't take long for everyone's inhibitions to disappear: I was pretty sure there was an agenda here anyway so this didn't come as a surprise. Slowly everyone moved towards the hot tub, and along the way shed item by item of clothing till the cold air forced us all to jump in. I had high hopes for this evening now, and so did a little friend of mine. So here I am, standing in the freezing cold trying to get my hard-on to go down, dancing naked on the back deck while three considerably tipsy girls are laughing their heads off in the small wooden (and built by my own fair hands) Jacuzzi. We'd easily burnt up the last 4 hours drinking merrily and kidding around and the ambiance, I guess you'd call it, was jovial and bright. 'TOP UP' rings out the familiar command, as I tiptoe across to the drinks, now wet from splashing and playing, on the floor by the hot tubs edge. 'It's double's for everyone!' I bellowed, making sure to strut all sorts of hideous mock catalogue poses as I pour out all the drinks. Easily my fault for striking the daftest pose, one leg propped up on the tubs wooden lip, one on the ground, I slid head first into the water, bubbles caressing my face as I just smiled it off. Taking a quick peak around me I noticed something fluttering in the water... then realising with an even bigger smile that the girls were now bottomless waving their knickers at me. I found myself being dragged out of the water by my shoulders; the girl's all crowded in front of me. Each holding their under-crackers aloft - Sandra's Sheer wonder pants, Lisa with her tight girl y-fronts (god I love those) and Chloe with her frilly tight looking French knickers - I nearly choked on my own drool. 'Looks like you got your undies a bit wet there ladies' I cough out, wiping the water and saliva from my bottom lip. 'They were wet beforehand' chimed in Lisa, instantly setting us all into a fit of laughter and splashing around. I was getting a bit flustered, the odd stray finger here, the caress of a refined ass crack there, so I hoisted myself onto to the lip and started to cool off quick, the steam rising from my body as hot water hit cold air... 'I'm going to have to go inside in a bit, it's getting far too bloody cold out here' I said, feeling a shiver course through me, goose bumps on every inch of my skin. 'I'll go stoke up the fire for you girls' I say, turning to step out onto a towel I laid so as not to slip. I didn't get very far. 'I don't think so Mr' I heard purred into my ear. It was then I felt three sets of hand's working their way around from behind me, gently teasing area's I didn't know were erogenous, until finger tips were dancing over my rapidly re-growing member. 'It's plenty warm in here, and I'm sure we can keep you warm in plenty of other ways too' Chloe said in the sultriest yet commanding tone I have ever heard. 'It's been a fair while girls, I don't have full control over that thing' I murmur between gasps. The feeling was incredible. I forgot how great it feels to have another person do this, but three different sets of hands was heaven. All the right areas were being hit at the same time and I couldn't quite handle it. 'You don't have a say in what gets handled mister' Sandra chimed in with a look that would make the Pope succumb; 'We do' they all said together. With that they all grasped my tool, now fully embellished at 8 inches and spun me round so I was sat, arrow pointing directly at three smouldering faces, lips being licked, rye smiles growing and bodies fidgeting. Lisa was the first to move, her breasts floating buoyantly near the surface of the water, nipples tantalisingly remaining below. 'Looks like the pleasures going to be all mine' she muttered in an almost whisper. 'Share and share alike missy' Said Chloe, wearing a pout like a prone dagger. 'I will, eventually' she replied as she leaned in close, slowly rubbing her face against my cock. "Slowly" was an understatement. Gradually rubbing it cheek to cheek, letting pre-cum torment her lips on the way past, I hear her purr like a kitten. Licking her lips but not yet taking the raging purple helmet into her warm mouth, she seemed to relish the taste making her eyes sparkle as the clear salty liquid flowed over her tongue and, as if fighting some internal battle, she kept trying to prolong the experience, savouring every little morsel she could wean from my cock. Without any heads up she swooped down on the head sucking hard. With two wide inches in her mouth she began a strong sucking motion, 3 seconds long at a time, before relaxing her mouth and running the tip of her tongue round the ridge of my helmet. The sensation was incredible, I'd never felt anything like it before. That was until I felt an unfamiliar sensation roaming around my clean shaven scrotum. Two tongues had found a way to squeeze into the space under Lisa and my now pulsing rod and were caressing a blue ball each, bubbling water tickling chins. 'Oh god...holy fucking Christ' I hissed. 'This could not get any better' 'You reckon huh?' muffled Chloe, mouth full of bollock. The next sensation I was not prepared for. It felt like someone had just bound my cock in wet silk, cramping tighter and tighter... It was only then that I looked down, opening my eyes for the first time since this began, and saw Chloe gently pushing Lisa into my groin, my cock fully embedding in her throat and being massaged by her swallowing and trying to breathe. As wrong as I thought it was to be cutting off her air supply she was enjoying it immensely giggling around my man meat when she could scoot a breath. It was bringing me painfully close to the edge in very short time. 'Fuck... your gona have to back that love pipe up girls. I'm seriously not gona last...' They stopped everything; Lisa's face carefully, tantalizingly, being cajoled from my crotch, coughing a bit, but smiling. 'Shiiiiit!!' I yelled... 'You ok Lisa?' I asked, struggling between holding off bolting my pent up load and genuine concern for her poor throat. 'Hell yeah I am, that was freakin' hot!' she said, makeup, a little trail of spit and the odd tear rolling down her wide smiling face. She dipped her face in the water and cleaned herself up, instantly looking refreshed. She was more stunning without her make-up, a natural beauty. Don't know why I'd never noticed before. Her skin was smooth, almost creamy white. Lips so luscious I could see myself kissing them for days on end. Her smile made me think thoughts I shouldn't in my current situation... it wasn't helping with the not- coming-so-hard-I-could-take-an-eye-out thing. Strangely, it was her innocence that shot through at that moment. Something within her was obviously deeply sexual, but a raw happiness was permeating the air between us. The girls looked at each other and stood up in unison. It's like the world went into glorious slow motion, water cascading over three pairs of different shaped -- equally delectable -- breasts, each glorious droplet trickling across toned stomachs, some more defined than others but none out of proportion. I was amazed at the trimmings on offering. There was a blonde landing strip, an ornate little red rose shaving and a completely bald pussy glistening beautifully. It was then that they all turned round and made the lewdest show of climbing out of the tub. Three pairs of glorious buttocks made their way into the house while I sat in the icy cold back yard, so horny that I still couldn't get him to go down... "This is the correct way to celebrate a birthday" I thought, quickly moving my freezing body after them. 'You ain't gona get far girls, my mind's working overtime and we aren't stopping till we've done it all' I said running after them, watching them jiggle and giggle on the way inside. - Chapter 2: There's a tryst of the wrist - It took all of 20 seconds to chase the girls into the log fired living room. It was almost like the atmosphere was made for the moment. I digress... As I stepped from the pool, all 8, solid, man inches flaring, bouncing with each step, I headed after the girls... The delicious rumps that were presented to me not 2 minutes ago had burned such an image in my head that I didn't quite know how I could hold off long enough to make this night, my birthday night, worthwhile. It wasn't until I reached the fire lit front room that I think I proved my restraint. Before me were all three of the most beautiful girls in my life, each with their own special, immaculate additions to the model woman form. I loved the tight red curls; I equally loved the brunette wisp, hell.... for the first time in my life I think I preferred the blonde with the tight body slightly. All of them beautiful, all of them radiant and all of them sprawled across each other on the rug in front of the fire. I've never been one for lesbianism, not that I'm against it, but not being able to join in has always been a downer for me, however the scene unraveling in front of me was doing a good job of changing my mind. Sandra had been pinned to the rug while four hands gently caressed down her sides, breasts and legs. Lisa was trailing small kisses around her neck and Chloe began to languorously lick up her delicate pale thighs. Small whimpers were escaping their mouths, with Sandra seemingly trying to breathe slow, staggered gentle gasps for air escaping each time one of the girls hit a particularly tender spot. 'This isn't fair girls, I've already had some attention this evening, let me see if I can't help you' Sandra whispered to the two sirens attending to her. Barely shifting Sandra slowly caressed each of their sides, gently cajoling their firm asses round until they both had a breast of hers within tongues reach, and allowing her to drift her hands towards their mounds. Tracing her fingers around their lips she could feel the heat attacking her finger tips, dewy wetness highlighting their intense arousal. As her fingers became wetter her adventurousness grew, dipping further between the folds of their outer labia. The marked difference, as I'm sure I would learn to my joy later, between Chloe and Lisa was the length of their inner lips, thin, tight and heavily engorged versus smaller, fatter and soaking wet respectively. ............................ I stopped standing there in a daze and again reclined in my favourite chair. Picking up the remote I wandered though my library on the large TV/PC monitor and picked some music to set the mood even more. I drifted back into the seat, watching my cock throb and bounce in my lap with no hint of the monster calming down, captivated by the scene unfolding in front of him. ............................ She toyed with their holes, each apparently trying to suck at her digits, both attempting to draw her inside. She relented and let them slip inside instantly searching for the soft ridged surface of their G-spots, knowing exactly how to get them to moan. The reaction from the girls was instant, long inhales being drawn around their breast filled mouths. Both girls instantly picked up their pace as Sandra's fingers did their magic. 'Oh my god Sandy, keep doing that... you hussy. I haven't been caressed like this in a long time' moaned Lisa, her chest flushing a bright red. 'I'm not going to be able to contain myself for long so please make it last' she uttered, her breathe getting more and more ragged. Chloe snaked a hand round and placed it neatly onto Lisa's clit, seemingly with other things in mind. 'No time to waste! Let's build you up fast Hun, I want to taste your juices on her fingers, but only after they've been buried deep into my tush' she said, adrenaline clearly taking its effect on her. Lisa's exclamation of shock was a joy to watch, and coupled with the rapid increase in speed from the finger burying itself into her hungry vice she almost went over the edge. Chloe grabbed Sandra's hand and forced it around to her tight little arsehole, directing a wet finger onto the puckered entrance. 'Do it, now, just do it!' she commanded, and then exhaled as Sandra plunged two finger's deep inside her. 'So that's how you want it Chloe... huh? Feeling my fingers pushed into your tight asshole!' Sandra moaned through gritted teeth, such was the exertion of her attentions. 'You like being treated a little bad don't you!' she purred. 'Oh gods yes, harder, move them around, feel my insides, stretch my insides... please, HARDER!' cried Chloe, beginning to whimper. 'Lisa? Are you nearly ready, I want us all to cum together, please tell me your there' she stammered as the first beads of sweat began to form on her forehead and back. 'Oh yeah, so close... just a little more... right there, little circles PLEASE' pined Lisa. Chloe and Lisa both put a hand to Sandra's pussy, both dipping a finger inside. Just when the girls looked ready to explode, finger's dancing in every hole and their moaning reaching a fever pitch they took a quick look at each other and closed their eyes. I have never been witness to it before and I was captivated by the two delectable bodies just about to cum, watching the climax rise inside them. Sandra lay there panting wildly such was the pleasure coursing through her, aided by our two friends .She seemed so close and being wedged tightly between them I was sure a simple flick would set her off. 'I'm Cumming, oh god, oh...oh...my... there, that was a little one... a starter... I can feel more coming... so much more to come... keep going' moaned Lisa, still with her tongue dancing on, and her mouth wrapped around, Sandra's now distended red nipple. 'Stick something in my pussy quick, I'm gona explode!' Chloe demanded, her face contorting into a grimace worthy of a "gurning" championship. Both girls growled when Sandra added an additional finger into each of their writhing bodies and their communal petit mort began. As they tipped over the edge their eyes bugged out of their heads, vision most probably blurred and howled collectively at the ceiling. 'OH MY GOD' they chanted in unison, Chloe's body going into wild convulsions so hard that I feared for Sandra's wrists breaking, Lisa was the opposite, appearing to melt into Sandra's chest feeling small shudders course through her, followed every now and then by a harsh jerk of her abdomen. When both managed to make sense of their surroundings Sandra sounded off with great gusto 'Holy shit, how are you girl's doing that? Oh my god, yes, yes, YES, whoever is licking my wet cunt keep doing it YEEES!' she cried as her body tipped, nay jumped, off the edge of a cliff named euphoria. It was only then that the other two girls noticed my head positioned on top of their fingers, my tongue dancing over Sandra's clit. 'Didn't think I'd stay out of it completely did you?' I smirked, the little after spurts of cum still splashing onto my lower face and lips. 'You dirty bastard' Chloe said, while leaning in to nibble on my earlobe. Whispering back I said, under my breath, 'don't call me dirty you little anal slut', then I pulled away from her and winked, spanking her left cheek lightly. She collapsed onto the floor, spent, smile wrought over her face. Lisa lay purring against the heaving chest of Sandra completely in her own world, a gentle cute smile adorned her mouth as if she were dreaming of ponies and pink things like a little girl should, though knowing it was something a lot more sordid. Sandra just stared at me through barely open eyes and mouthed 'You're not off the hook yet' before her head dropped back onto the plush rug. I rolled back onto my feet from my knees and raised myself back into my chair. Feeling it envelop me I slowly began to drift off myself. The alcohol and the show taking its toll I realised before falling asleep that I still had a raging hard-on. "Am I ever going to get rid of this thing" I thought to myself before all conscious thought left me. ............................ The dream was exquisite. I'd never felt anything quite so real before, and it shocked me. I knew I was dreaming. I had been in my house mere minutes before so the distances traveled just weren't possible however the realism of it astounded me. The wind blew softly across my face as I walked up the large stone steps, distant bell sounding. The sun was warm against my back and I could hear the chatter of people all around me. Some were panicking, some giggling like schoolgirls and others just milling around creating a vibrant bustling background noise. I could smell cigarette smoke waft passed my nostrils, but just as my hand reached for my packet an arm poked through mine, with the action repeated shortly after on my left- hand side. Andrea and Sandra were standing on either side of me, arm in arm, as we walked into a glorious church. In front of us I saw Simon, the lucky groom, nervously looking around at the throng of guests who had turned up for the event. As I took my seat near the front the girls detached themselves and continued on forward and to the left and waited patiently for what was to come, large smiles adorning their faces, the odd trace of a tear on Andrea's otherwise perfect features. The music started, the tell tale sign of the Brides arrival. Turning my head round casually, taking in the faces of the crowd, mothers weeping, fathers trying to keep a straight face or beaming with pride, sibling's smiling proud and I watched as the most heavenly creature walked into the room. Chloe looked stunning in her dress, tight in all the right places, her breasts supported in a magical way, a secret passed down by generations of corsetieres, to create a grand canyon of smooth delectable cleavage. Her eyes sparkled, not diminished by the lace veil adorning her face, as she sashayed down the aisle towards a visibly overwhelmed young man. I could feel an awe-inspiring sense of pride in this young woman. She meant so much to me, Andrea and Sandra and I couldn't help but weep a little. As she walked past me she turned, kissed the tip of her finger to her cherry red lips and placed it on mine. I nodded in understanding, that she would always hold me dear, and it was also a kind thank you. It was all the confirmation needed, and could tell it represented her respect for me, us, and for helping her to get here. As I watched her walk towards the churches rather grand alter I felt a strange sensation. Upon looking around I realised my girls were missing from my sight, but when I looked down to see them both rubbing their faces, slightly smearing their make-up, against my crotch (that was visibly swollen) I let out a childish grin. I looked up just in time to hear and see the Vicar say 'You may now kiss the bride' and there was Simon, or should I say his feet, poking out from underneath what was now a billowing white dress, Chloe's face was flush with excitement. It was an interesting first lip lock as husband and wife, but surely one they would remember just as fondly as the first kiss that proclaimed for them the love that they both shared. Again I looked down and my ardent member was now being caressed between two sets of wet bright red lips, gloss shining off them like neon, pre- cum dribbling out onto the chins of my two favourite women on the planet. When Sandra began to deep throat me the sensation became hyper-real. I couldn't quite tell what was going on, the lighting was flickering and the congregation began drifting away from me. Chloe's smile burnt into me as a pulled away, a look of pure lust in her eyes. I couldn't see properly, the world a blur. Hopes, Dreams and Porn I blinked. In front of me was the picture of two people getting married, and as I rubbed my eyes realised that I was looking at my TV, set on the Brides Network. I must have flicked channels during my sleep. 'Ooooooh, yes.....' I moaned as the continued feeling of mouth on cock was still present and growing faster. Blinking again to try and remove the fog running through my head I was pleased to find out the sensations of my dream had not done the real thing justice. Chloe and Lisa were nuzzling at my rock hard member, with Chloe occasionally sliding the entire thing into her throat, almost painfully slowly, as if pretending it was the tightest, wettest, glorious pussy I could have ever hoped to be in. A long deep moan escaped my lips and both the girls giggled. 'Morning sleepy head, we saw this issue you had in your lap when we woke up and as much as we tried we couldn't deny ourselves the pleasure of getting rid of it for you' said Lisa. There was a loud popping sound and then Chloe stated 'and I wanted to get some before you disappeared and whacked it out on a toilet bowl!' before again gobbling my cock back into her saliva coated mouth. 'Like I'd waste it on that' I stammered. They both began to swap my cock between them excitedly, moving from smooth bollock to hard flesh. It wasn't long before I felt the first pangs of release and it wasn't surprising. Nearly 24 hours of pent up need has a tendency to reduce a man's capacity for control and I warned them warmly and silently, stroking both their hair in as much an affectionate way as possible. 'Not too late am I' said Sandra as she bounded down the stairs, towel wrapped around her head. She summarily dropped to the floor between the two girls and they proceeded to tickle, jerk and lick me till I couldn't handle it. Chloe was the first to notice my balls sucking up into my groin and moved everyone's hands and faces out of the way. 'Everybody down, he's gona blow!' she shouted, eliciting a round of high pitched squealing and mock ducking for cover. To my surprise they didn't back off, but instead they all dropped their faces just below my throbbing cock which, through no help on my part, was bouncing and bobbing to some unsung tune in the air. All three licked their lips in anticipation and I stood up above them. If they had been waiting for this half as much as I had then I knew what was coming would make them giggle with glee. Part of living alone means you get used to your own 'company' and there had been many a night where I sat stroking myself to the edge, backing off and building up again, sometimes for hours on end. I knew what that did to my body, and the girl's were about to find out in the most fitting way I could think of. Sandra wordlessly spoke to me again. 'Do it, don't make us wait any longer, do IT' her eyes screamed at me, and then, through no help of my own, or contact from my delectable angels, I erupted. The feeling was mind-boggling, and as cliché as it sounds, the world slowed down to a pace to match the all encompassing nature of sensations beginning to emanate from my groin and around the rest of my body. I watched their smiles form in slow motion as my cock began visibly undulating along its sides, the seed building up at halfway, swelling and bulging in my hard shaft, until I felt like it would tear its way out anyway it could. It was like someone set off dynamite in my head and it felt like a dam breaking as suddenly it surged forth, one long thick rope of pearly white cum arching out of my engorged glans and landing like a ribbon through the slow motion across both Lisa and Sandra's cheeks, splashing slightly into Lisa's eye making her jerk and wince. The next one seemed to home in on Chloe's face, landing on her forehead and trailing back down the ridge of her elegant nose. Three more like this launched from me towards the now giggling and smiling faces, followed by the stammered launch of five smaller, not wasted, spurts. I looked down at the threesome, looking like they had all just taken a face dive into a birthday cake, icing coating almost every part of their fabulous grinning faces. Ok, so I'm exaggerating a little here, but I smiled, and the energy drained from my body so quickly that I thought I might pass out. I flopped rearward as the world sped up again momentarily, feeling my arse slap hard into the floor, missing the edge of my chair by millimeters. I continued watching the girls as they all tilted their heads forward and started smiling at me. 'Joshua, we hope you enjoyed your presents yesterday and this morning,' said Sandra. 'We have certainly enjoyed ours' Lisa piped in, giddy as a school girl and licking her lips frantically trying to get as much to savour as possible. I smiled at them all and mouthed "thank you", I had tried to speak but the words just wouldn't come out. They all smiled at me again, a little trickle of my love falling off of Chloe's chin, before I once again started to drift away and feel time slow. It was an amazing feeling, and as the calm swept over me the world's pace diminished leaving behind it a serenity thought lost, one which bathed me within its generous hands. ............................ The girls had wrapped me in the blanket from my spare room, a thick plush duvet made for two. They must have gone to wash up as I heard the shower running upstairs. I picked myself up and wound my way around the staircase towards my bedroom, where I promptly collapsed onto the pile of pillow and extra duvet that were waiting. I don't think I'd ever been so comfortable. Lying on my back I hugged myself and crossed my feet and drifted off again. I heard a noise and then my world went dark. A complete panic overtook me and I flailed my arms around wildly trying to figure out what was going on. A wet, clammy, soft and fragrant pussy had lowered itself onto my face and its smell lulled me into a trance. 'Eat it' was all I heard, muffled from behind the thighs now tightly squeezing my head, and thus my ears. 'Eat it good!' The voice threatened. Slivers of sunlight shone through the windows and I realised I must have conked out completely, now witnessing the early afternoon lustre filling my room, however this was fleeting as again I was plunged back into darkness. I took to my task with great aplomb, relishing the taste of this new flavour and it took me a long while to realise who it was, but when a glimmer of light flashed in front of my eyes I saw a hint of red rose in my blurred periphery. It seems Lisa had decided enough teasing was enough and would take what she needed and, in all fairness, I was only happy to oblige. It was wonderfully out of character for her, normally so demure and shrinking violet. It was refreshing. I began to nibble around on her delicate lips, letting my tongue flicker against her moist opening, but apparently foreplay wasn't on her agenda either. 'I don't want you to tease me anymore damnit, I'm damn near as wet as the Niagara Falls! Just start fucking that pussy with your long tongue and make me wail like a banshee.' She stated, grasping the front of my scalp and pulling my face hard against her. I was being pushed so far into her I thought my head would pop inside her sweet cunt, and with my nose tickling her anus and sending little shivers across her taught buttocks I did my damned best to push my tongue as far as it would go, searching for her g-spot which was just out of reach. I brought my hands round and spread her buttocks driving her harder onto me, while at the same time sliding a finger into both her tight pussy and vice like arsehole. Only my little finger mind, I had no idea how she would take the intrusion. She yelped at the simultaneous attack and squirmed wildly, but I held fast. I felt a swift slap to my prick, wobbling in the air in its morning, well -- late afternoon, glory. She wasn't quite wailing yet but I felt a determination well inside me to ensure that changed quickly, spurred on a little by the sensation now traveling up from my cock. I repeated my action with my other hand and began to forcefully pull her onto me while spreading both her holes. 'Eeiiiiii' she started, still not there yet but close, as a rush of cold air filled her bowels. I kept tugging, and began sucking hard on her taught and attentive little nub. The reaction was almost instantaneous and what followed made the last 15 minutes worth it. Her whole body appeared to gain around fifty pounds in weight, all of which was being supported by my jaw and her voice dropped so low I didn't think it could be the same woman. A low moaning sound began emitting from deep in her throat. I kept pushing, stretching, sucking and fucking her holes with every ounce of strength I had, listening to the moan gain strength and pitch as it worked its way to her mouth. I was trapped underneath a time-bomb ready to go off and I prepared myself for rough seas, confirmed by her now vice like grip on my rigid friend. And then it came. I had never heard anything so loud in my life. A wail so loud, so animalistic, had filled the room, the house, maybe even alerting some rambler's in the nearby woods. Her body went completely rigid while this sound continued to bellow from her small frame until suddenly her entire body began to quiver, thrashing around on top of me. She slipped backward and covered both my mouth and nose and, although I'm sure it was unintentional, I hadn't taken a deep enough breath to cope. She ground herself down onto me as my world started to go black. Little grey specks were forming in front of my concealed eyes and I could feel the panic of near fainting set in. I lost all vision when she fell off of me and I gulped the largest gulp of my life, light pouring back into my vision and air rushing into the deepest parts of my lungs. 'Thanks, you pervert. When did I say it was ok to stick your fingers in my arse' said whimpered, half chuckling. She tried to hit my shoulder, but I barely registered a tap, showing how feeble she was right feeling then. 'Glad... to be of... service... ma'am...' I stuttered out amongst deep breathes 'now, as unpleasant as this might be, I need to get up and relieve myself. If you wouldn't mind...' She disentangled herself from my waist as I staggered to the wet room that was off my main bedroom, watching her aftershocks as she attempted to wrap herself in the quilt, but failing miserably, still jerking slightly every time her legs rubbed together. I was looking at myself in the large, silver edged mirror when a smile crept over my face. I was covered from forehead to chin in syrupy girl cum. I had to chuckle. It was then that my groin twitched reminding of the purpose of my trip, but as I turned round my semi-hard cock was enveloped in a warm wet mouth. I looked down and all I could see was a mess of bed-headed brunette. 'Chloe, stop it!' I said, trying to push her away from me, 'if you don't move I'm not going to be able to hold it' I panted, desperately trying to hold back. She just bore down and began bobbing on my cock, trying to get it to harden some more. Illicit moans were escaping her mouth whenever there was a break in contact between her luscious lips and my manhood. She was a woman possessed, clearly enjoying herself, but her hands were shaking on my rod, a kind of nervousness in her touch. 'My god that's incredible, I don't think he's ever been this sensitive' I confessed, but she didn't seem to hear me, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Maybe due to the actions with Lisa, her glorious smell still tickling my nostrils, I wasn't able to stave the torrent I could feel welling up inside me, my buttocks were clenched tightly together in a last ditch attempt to keep anything from happening. I was concentrating hard on the feelings, hoping that the suction currently being applied to my cock would help in killing the need to expel till this was over. Unfortunately that didn't quite happen as fast as it could of and I felt the need to release grow intolerable. 'Seriously, Chloe, sweetie, let me go, I can't...I cannnn't......' but it had grown too late, the first twitch and the lack of resistance taking hold of my groin. Any man will tell you that when the release comes after needing to go like that there's nothing like the pleasure and lack of control you have. To my admiration the sensation of a gripping blowjob never ceased, the mixture of soft, pliant fleshy tongue and desperate need to piss strangely intoxicating. There below me was the sweetest, nastiest girl I had ever had the pleasure of meeting, twisting a shower knob in one hand, blowing me so hard my eyes started to water, and at that same moment letting my release into her waiting mouth. As she was letting her mouth fill with warm liquid she purred, a seemingly contented expression crossing her face coupled with a faint smile as she relished the sensation. It poured passed her lips onto the wet room floor, cascading occasionally over her breasts. I didn't detect her swallow, and was glad for that. As pleasurable as this felt, that actually happening might have ruined it for me. She was enjoying it just the same, her smile getting wider and her head gently swaying from side to side as she continued to enjoy the sensation. The massive shower head kicked in then and began washing us both off as I was still going, an incredible almost orgasmic wash of pleasure passing over me. She looked up at me briefly, continuing to flash that smile at me while my helmet pulsated between her almost sex doll poised lips, but only until the sockets of her eyes filled with water. She blinked it away and continued flicking and kissing at me until I was done, after-spurts trickling over her lips and chin. 'You are seriously nasty young lady' I said as I casually sat back on the granite shower stool, her trying to stay attached as I did so. 'Where did that come from?' She removed herself from my cock wiping her lips and face with the heavy power shower stream now cascading across her, stroking the water over her breasts, erect nipples threatening to burst off of her chest. While washing her hair through with some gel she said 'It's something I've been wondering about for a long time. I didn't think it would turn me on so much, but I had to find out about it. Once I'd seen a few websites, and read a few stories I was so ready to give it a go, but never found a situation I could indulge in my slightly depraved fantasy. 'I thought seeing as you seemed so caring and happy and laid back I'd let you be the one to help me try.' She said flicking me a copy of my earlier wink. 'I hope it didn't freak you out, but there are things I've wanted to try for a long time and I was hoping you'd be ok with helping me enact some of these fantasies. Now please, if you don't mind, could you be a saint and help clean me off, I think I need a good soaping after that' she whispered. 'Of course I will my dear. Let's get you all clean and virginal again' I said trying not laugh while liberally coating her in body wash and lathering her up with my favourite sponge. 'Don't tell the girls about this ok. Let's just let them think we fucked in the shower' she said, half joking, but half almost pleadingly. 'Why should we lie?' I asked as I raised my still hard cock to the soft round globes of her arse. The cheeky boy inside me had risen up and was dying to take advantage of this situation. Who was I to stop him? 'Cheeky sod' she said amidst giggling, pushing back against me. I grabbed for the Sanex and poured it liberally over our joining. 'Please, don't be shy Joshua. Do whatever you like' she whispered into my ear, her body bent back and round so she could lick my earlobe 'Anything' she said with a final breathy whisper that sent a great chill down my spine. 'With pleasure' I whispered back as I began slowly sliding my now fully hard prick up and down her soap coated, glistening wet, delectable smooth ass- crack. She reached for my electric toothbrush and, after flicking it on, placed it upon her swollen clit. 'I'll be using this later anyway' she said, laughing. - Chapter 3: Begin to regret, begin to conspire - My stomach rumbled. After the shower I needed to head downstairs to the kitchen, leaving Chloe to clean off and enjoy her post orgasmic glow. It had been a long time since any of us had eaten anything worthwhile so I set about making a simple dinner of different cold and warm meats, breads, salad, pickles and crackers. It's a nice, un-pressured way of eating and keeps everyone relaxed and jovial. I carried the platter out to the oak coffee table and went to get some drinks. I hadn't announced anything was ready yet, but I turned around to see Lisa and Sandra already lying around the table taking little tasters of what was on offer. 'Chloe Hun, there's some nibbles on the table. Hurry up before the others get it all!' I called up the stairs. I heard a muffled response, but that was all the confirmation I needed. I settled down with the others on the plush rug and began to munch away on some rye, salami and cream cheese. It looked to me like everybody needed this, even if just to try and get some energy back. It seemed to settle everyone back down. A short while later, and in the ultimate show of consideration I passed the remote to Lisa, now settled onto the couch behind me while Sandra slipped alongside my left. Myself? I just rested back, my head lolling slightly between her folded legs. She ruffled my hair and smiled. Sitting herself up against the back of the small sofa, ankles crossed and small robe caressing her lovingly, she began flicking through the channels. 'There's never much on is there. Where are the films? Or music?' she asked, humming to herself as she kept flicking through. 'Here...' I stated, just pressing the guide button on the remote, '... that'll show you everything you need, and choose the main option for what you want' I finished, navigating to movies on the menu. I looked at the two girls, all so comfortable around each other and me. Whenever I blinked I worried they'd be gone, and this was all some elaborate dream, but to my luck they always reappeared before me, their glowing angelic faces lighting up my room and life. I wasn't getting attached to them, not in a moving romantic way at least, but there was definitely a shared aura about us. 'Maybe this was what this Polyamory stuff is all about' I silently pondered, chuckling to myself. Finding people in your life that make you feel loved, who you want to share that with in return. The thought didn't last long though. Sandra slid herself into the crook of my arm, laying her head against my chest, arm and robe draped around my waist. I held her close and breathed her in. Lisa kept shifting through channels till she found something and then set herself deeply into the plush sofa. She flicked her calf over my other shoulder and I grasped her foot lightly, giving it a gentle massage. She hummed as she relaxed. I looked up to see Chloe coming down the stairs. She'd gotten herself half dressed, only wearing panties on the bottom half, her camisole top covering most of her torso. She'd left a few tantalising flashes of flesh showing, highlighting her skin as she moved. I got a soft smile from around a frothy toothbrush and a blown kiss from her as she finished her journey, wiping her mouth and settling in front of the food, with a knowing smile. 'Joshua, pleeeeeeeease can we watch this?' I heard from Lisa, a girlish tone only used by women when the only correct answer could be yes, confirmed by the puppy dogs peering up at me over her shoulder. Her hand stroking my scalp leaving me moderately hypnotised, I looked up to see 'Sex and the City' on the movies list, but I just didn't care. 'As long as you keep stroking my head like that you can all watch whatever you want' I said, drifting into a delightfully relaxed state. Hopes, Dreams and Porn ............................ As the film started my favourite gadget kicked in. The lights dimmed and the blind style curtains pulled closed, shutting out the offensively bright sun. I felt a swipe at my calf and my head as Chloe and Lisa both said in unison 'Fancy pants'. I stifled a chuckle, and I could feel Sandra smiling into my chest, snuggling a little closer. The light all but gone, the only illumination being the screen in front of us, I closed my eyes and felt completely content. The hand stroking my head never relented, and as the theme tune blared out of the TV I just tried to concentrate on the feelings washing over me. 'Can I tell you something?' Sandra whispered - almost too hard to hear, hinting to me that she didn't want the other girl's to listen in. I just squeezed her twice in return to let her know I'd heard her and she should continue, intrigued by what she could have to say that she needed to keep secret. 'I don't like Jacob;' she began 'I think he's wrong for Andrea. I know that he's cheated on her in the past and I have proof that he will do it whenever he gets the chance' she confessed, raising my interest and my eyebrow. I didn't like the guy much either, but more so because he stole a good friend away from me and others by being as jealous as possible. I was surprised to get the invitation even, but also how she'd managed to even take the photo's I received. Knowing how possessive of her he seemed to be, I didn't imagine he let her out of his sight long enough to take them. 'What proof could you possibly have?' I whispered back. She felt around her robe, looking for something in one of her pockets, not noticing that her hand kept brushing against my crotch as she did so, and retrieved her phone. What she showed me next made my eyes bug out a bit. There was Jacob, his face and cock caught in glorious 5 Mega Pixel wonder with Sandra looking disgusted into the camera. 'Holy Crap' I said a bit too loud, both of the other girls shifting round slightly. 'Sorry' I whispered back, both of them undoubtedly thinking Sandra had begun to jerk me off or something. 'What did you think you were doing?' I quietly exclaimed. 'I had caught him once before' she continued. 'We were at the engagement party and I saw him skulk off with a waitress in tow. I followed down the hall and round a corner that lead to a set of "his-n-hers" toilets. Creepin' up to the only closed door I carefully listened in'ta what was happening. His voice seemed heavy, almost menacing. The girl wasn't saying much, just producing little murmurs. The tone in his voice belayed his poor innuendo when I heard clearly "You want a taste of this forbidden fruit you little slut." "Don't talk to me like that you fuc...." she had retorted, but was cut off... seemingly having her words stunted when I began hearing a muffled gasp followed by a loud gagging sound. "Just suck it you fucking whore" he commanded, the sound of gagging and slurping getting louder as he must have begun pumping his cock into her mouth. I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing, like I said I'd heard rumours about him from some of his less-than-loyal "friends" from work, but I never expected him to be this much of a prick at his own engagement, and with Andrea so close by!' her whisper a bit louder now, but still being covered by the sound of the film in the background. She shifted herself up to my shoulder, snuggling close to my ear as she continued her debauched tale. 'I tried peeping through the keyhole to see what was happening and was amazed at what I was looking at. He had his hands buried in her hair, grabbing her roughly and forcing her mouth along his dick at an amazing pace. I wasn't surprised in the slightest at her gagging noises now as he didn't seem to care about what he was doing to her. She whimpered and spluttered every time she tried to take a breath. Now, I'm no prude... I'd even imagined being in a situation like that myself, with the right person, but regardless of how erotic it felt to me to be watching this porn scene come to life, to see something like that happening in pure one sided lust just left me cold.' I had to agree with her. I continued to listen to her tale, an anger obviously boiling in her as her hand began twisting the cloth around my waist band. 'That's when I made the decision to get some good hard evidence on him, find a way to show him to be the prick that I had now confirmed he was. A squeal brought me back to the keyhole upon which I saw him forcefully holding her face to his groin, her slapping at his legs to let her off, obviously struggling to breathe, her nose buried in an unruly and thick pubic thatch. "You're gona take it all, you dirty fucking bitch. You can't spill a drop if I dump it down your throat can you? That'll teach you to dribble onto my trousers won't it, nearly getting me caught!" he had said between gritted teeth. Her fighting and protesting was becoming weaker by the second, as if the life was just draining out of her. I nearly gasped out loud when her body just seemed to slump, his face contorting and hips thrusting. His load was being pumped into her throat while she was clearly passed out. I was nearly sick. 'He just let go of her Joshua, let go and left her to flop onto the floor. At least he had the decency to check she had a pulse, "merely passed out" he'd said with a snigger. I stood up and kicked the door by accident. Rushing into the next toilet I only just managed to close the door before I heard the other open. A further rustling around and I heard him walk off, and once safely outta range I snuck into the other toilet to help the girl up. When she finally begun to come around she just started wailing, I couldn't calm her down at first, but she quietened and began vomiting profusely into the bowl next to her. I got her out of there and took her straight up to my room so a scene wasn't caused; I didn't want the management finding a member of staff in a state like this, though I planned on telling them what happened, to see if they'd help with getting this girl some time off and help. At least he hadn't fucked her, which could have lead to a whole different assortment of problems. It was little solace though, I felt guilty for not stepping in earlier, but I just couldn't do anything, almost like I was frozen.' She whipped a tear from her cheek. 'That's when she confessed, during cleaning her up by removing her dirtied clothing and washing her hair to relax and calm her down, that this wasn't the first time, but that the first time wasn't far off what had just happened. 'He'd raped her mouth Josh, one night when he'd stayed here after getting so wasted no-one would drive him home. She'd gone into his room to do the housekeeping, thinking that no sign meant it was all good to enter. It was only once she had picked up a load of towels from the bathroom floor that she realised she wasn't alone, and he spun her round, hand clasped firmly around her mouth. "You're gona suck me hard, you little slut. Sneaking into my room. Tsk tsk, I should punish you more than this, after all -- a whore like you probably does this fifty times a day for better fucking tips...' he'd spat, slurring every word, 'but you've come into my room without being invited and that means you have to pay a small price." She told me how she remembered how chilling his voice had sounded, spit catching on his lips as he drawled, and she was so petrified she didn't move, let alone resist. He'd swatted her hard on the arse, making her knees buckle and had her tumbling to the hard tile floor, cutting her knee open. She'd closed her eyes tight as she heard his underwear hit the floor and soon felt the inevitable pushing against her lips...' Sandra was almost weeping, and I could easily feel her tears soaking through my t-shirt. I broke in then, 'don't talk about it anymore Hun. You can fill me in later, but know one thing. With what you've done this is going to be even harder to deal with.' Her weeping became semi-audible sobs but i continued. 'You may have lost yourself a great friend by doing that and I hope Andrea will understand you did it out of friendship. Even with that photo it's going to take a lot to convince her he's a dick. I'm sorry you've gone through with your plan already but I will do everything I can to help you forget what happened to that girl, to you and make you feel happy. Now rest up.' I felt Sandra melt further into me, a small sniffle escaping her as she relaxed into me. 'Don't worry about a thing' I whispered, 'I'm always going to be there for you'. ............................ The credits were rolling before I knew it, but I had a feeling I'd dosed off and been roused by a stretching figure on the sofa behind me. A tussle of my hair followed by a slow kiss to the top of my head and Lisa began to stagger, that "half-asleep waddle", towards the stairs to locate a snug for the afternoon. I went to move when I realised Sandra was fast asleep, breathing deeply against my chest, somehow my unconscious making sure to hold tight as I drifted between states myself. I turned to see Chloe looking at me with a soft smile on her face, almost dreamy, and, as she noticed me, it broadened more and she stood giving me a wink. She wafted ethereally up the stairs, and hopefully, into a nice comfortable sleep. I felt the need to drift away again myself so, upon reaching behind me and finding the discarded blanket, wrapped Sandra up tight, eliciting a contended sigh, and settled myself in for a midday snooze. ............................ I blinked, taking in my surroundings and after my initial confusion it seemed as though I was on a bus, and that said bus had hit a pothole and jarred me from my slumber... I arrived at my office as I normally do, a little later than everyone else so they can get the morning grind started. I traveled up in the slow elevator and ran my swipe card through the reader, the subtle beep letting me know I could open the thick oak door. I didn't really expect much from today, stupid meeting about objective setting, and a short 'Managing Yourself and Your Team' seminar. I was well prepared for the doldrums that were on their way. As I passed the people working away I noticed a strange glassy eyed expression on everyone, fingers tapping the keyboards in a similarity I couldn't quite understand. Simultaneous slow "clicks" were filling the room offering the only sound in the eerie silence. The corridor between desks grew longer as I sent my inexplicably heavy legs onwards to the meeting room, which now appeared dark and sullied in appearance. Drawing closer the glass appeared to frost over and the door began to swing slowly open. Mandy was on the other side, looking like her normal bohemian styled self, though the glazed look was clear upon her face. Much as Chloe seemed to move earlier, but with more of a ghostly flow, I floated toward this dark portal, a general sense of unease flowing over me and as I crossed the threshold everything went bright white, my vision completely impaired by not being able to cover my eyes. As my eyes adjusted I noticed a figure sitting at the head chair, their features just out of focus, but clearly a man. It took me a while before realising it was Jacob at the head of the table. I was confused, and couldn't quite figure anything out. I had been in my cottage not 5 minutes ago, none of this made sense. It was then I noticed the leather straps held tightly in his fists. I moved closer, his smirk growing as I did, until I saw what was on the end of the leashes. Andrea was gagged and connected to one strap, while Lisa, Chloe and Sandra were attached to the others to his right. A smaller, almost unnoticeable silver chain was dragging across the floor connected to Mandy's ankle. I hoped dearly this wasn't a premonition of some sort, Mandy being a close friend. 'They're mine now' I heard, though his lips hadn't moved. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded, the lopsided smirk getting broader by the second. I tried to run forwards, but it was like I had been caught in a perpetual running man never making any ground. Trying to shout I heard nothing, my voice cut off before anything even traveled out of my throat. Continuing in vain everything started to go white again, bleeding away the edges of my vision until I felt a shaking sensation... 'Wake up Joshua, wake up!' I heard. An exasperated voice was desperately trying to rouse me from what must have been a very real dream. I sat bolt upright in the blink of an eye, sweat dripping from my forehead. A hand touched my shoulder and through my laboured breathing I turned to see Sandra's distraught features. 'You were shouting so loud, who needed to let go of who?' she said, trying to hide the concern in her voice. 'It was just a bad dream Hun, just a dream. I didn't wake the other girls did I?' I managed to say. 'No, I haven't heard them moving about yet. Seriously Josh, what was that all about?' she asked. I didn't have the heart to tell her. I looked at her and in our unspoken way and she just nodded and slid herself back into the crook of my arm. 'It'll be alright Joshua, whatever it was it can't happen for real, ok? We're here for you; I'm here just like you've promised me.' My breathing slowed and my brow grew cold as the sweat evaporated from it. Sandra stayed sitting against me, trying to sooth my frenzied state, and I began to relax further and further. It didn't take me long, and although the vision was still haunting me I managed to put it to one side. 'We need to do something about Jacob' I muttered, 'I have a bad feeling about what's coming up.' 'We'll deal with that later, let me make you feel a little better before we give you tomorrow's surprise.' She said her voice wonderfully calming. The distraction she'd now proffered in offering information on yet another gift coming my way took my mind from my most recent ordeal, and I was drawn even further when her hand reached for my crotch. 'Just sit back and relax while I get rid of some of this tension for you.' She cooed into my ear. As her tongue snaked out and around my earlobe, her breath sent shivers down my spine. Her hands gently stroked along my body, causing the ever- sensitive goose bumps to capture each minute sensation, culminating in the growing need to touch this girl, to taste her, to please her as much as she were me. Her robe slipped open, and for the first time I realised she was wearing nothing underneath, the supple flesh I had feasted eyes upon for the first time yesterday somehow more familiar to me now than it should have been. She looked like she was home, like she belonged here. She began to slowly manoeuvre me so I was laying on my front, dragging the t-shirt from me as she did. A pillow appeared as if out of nowhere that I happily rested my head on, letting my arms snake round my head, which I tucked underneath the soft fabric. This was a welcome addition to my state, though i was a little bit disappointed that it didn't go in the stress relieving direction my brain had leant towards. Then I felt her tongue trailing up the middle of my back, closely followed by her fingertips, gently tickling me. The pressure grew as her hands smoothed around my shoulders, down again to my lower back where she worked at the heavy knots formed there. Each pass of her hands relieved more and more tension in my body and they grew gradually firmer on each full sweep. I slowly fell into a gentle snooze, woken only by the blowing of warm breath into my ear again, making me shiver, coupled with the dragging of distended nipple against the now supple and sensitive flesh on my back. I turned my head slightly, meeting Sandra's lips as she offered them to me, glistening wet to show her own arousal. I tasted her and she was sweeter than I remembered. The softness of her was intoxicating, apart from one person she would be the best kiss I had ever had, and I kissed back purposefully, slowly letting her warm mouth draw in my tongue. I tried to turn completely until I felt her hand snaking up my shorts to tease my swollen balls from behind, tormenting them with her fingers. She ran her nails along them both, dragging them to produce a slight mix of pain and pleasure, shown in the speed at which my little pal was growing. The position i was in made this less than comfortable, but I feel this is what she was after. The fact there was nothing malicious in her actions assuaged any fears I had that she would cause me any undue harm, just enough discomfort to build me to a level of frustration where I may or may not be able to contain myself. Her ministrations where having the desired effect as I began to squirm more and more. 'You're gona kill me if you keep that up, either that or I'm just going to snap and have my way with you' I panted, my temperature continuing to rise. 'We wouldn't want that now would we' she whispered. Slowly she dragged her nails from my aching sack all the way down my legs, coaxing me to turn over as she did, and with practiced dexterity, removed my shorts along the way. Stood proud and angry my cock was demanding attention, but as I went to give a quick shuffle her hand slapped mine away. 'You don't get to move yet little boy, I'll tell you when and what you can touch. Now just lay there and relax.' She said, starting off in a dominating tone, but softening to the end. "I could get used to this." I thought. She leaned in tantalisingly close to my large purple helmet, the warmth of her mouth could be felt though the contact was non-existent, and he twitched in response, tapping her gently on the nose. 'Did you do that on purpose?' she said with a chuckle. 'I wouldn't dare, I'm under orders remember' I smirked back. Sandra pecked him quickly and rose up, sliding her robe off her shoulders to gather at her waist. I took her in and marveled at her. I felt a deep pang in my chest, something I hadn't felt for a while. Fighting to distract myself from the thought I let her slowly slide across me, lowering her equally hot lips within millimetres of my prick. 'There was a time I didn't think this would happen. Just lay there, I'll make this perfect, I won't leave you hangin', ok? I can't contain myself' Sandra said with a smile, almost giddy. 'I had no idea you'd wanted this so long hun, had I known I'd have...' but she cut me off. Staring into my eyes I knew and shut my mouth. The first tentative touch of her mound made contact with my weeping head, shivers running through both of us she rocked herself against it, capturing it between her lips and slowly grinding against it keeping pressure against her peeking clit. Visibly shaking from the anticipation we both let out a huge sigh when she sank lower, capturing me within her, and slowly enveloped me. She was tight, I knew as much, but stretched around my cock instead of two fingers it felt incredible. She eased me all the way in and, after realising that people require air to breathe, took a deep breath and sighed it out again. She began rocking slowly, almost imperceptibly. I could feel her heart rate in our joining where she throbbed as much as I did, our beats slightly out of time from each other, creating it's own wealth of sensations. Movements staying painfully slow I began to pulse my cock in time with her heartbeat aiming to get the timing perfect, and reaching the desired effect her breathing increased a notch or two. 'That feels great Joshua, absolutely fantastic. Keep doing that, slowly stroke my sides...' to which I complied, 'Like that, yes, trace your fingers up my sides, let your thumbs brush my breasts, oh god, that's making me so wet Joshua, so damned wet.' She purred, rocking her head back slightly, pushing her chest further out for me. I followed her instructions to the letter, watching the red flush sweep across her chest, increasing her pleasure at the pace she desired. I was already feeling close to the edge, her actions and the control over me sending me nto orbit before I wanted it. The grimace grew on my face, and though I didn't notice Sandra must have looked down at me for the next thing I felt was her thumb and index finger reaching round to squeeze me hard at the base of my prick.