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Scratching the Itch

By: Scorpio44a



[This is a long story. My longest to date. There is plenty of sexual content and a few twists and turns along the way. If it was shorter it could have been in "Loving Wives", or "Erotic Couplings" or "Group Sex". There will be another version of this tale posted soon (one or two days), that takes a slightly more traditional "Loving Wives" approach. It will be called "Scratching Deeply." Please vote and leave me either a public or private comment. My intention is to improve as a writer, your feedback/comments can help. Thanks]

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"You're going to the doctor again?" I asked.

"Yes! This is the third time I've had an infection this summer and I want it cleared up." Everything in her voice told me this was a big deal for her. It was a big deal to me, too. Every time she got an infection "down there" it ended our sex life until she was cured. This was the fifth one this year. I gave her a hug and she jumped in her car and left.

I watched her drive down the street and turn onto the freeway onramp. While she was gone I finished fixing the lawn mower and fixed the gate latch on the back fence. She wasn't back so I went and played on the computer. I looked up vaginal infections and read six different sites. Then I went to another few sites and I discovered some research that showed something I found very interesting.

The Ph of a vagina changes after coitus from acidic to more alkaline. The woman is more susceptible to infections like yeast infections if she has multiple partners. The research showed that her body gets used to one sex partner and corrects back to acidic quickly after he makes his alkalinity deposit, but a new partner causes the system to get confused and it stays more alkaline longer, making it more able to support bacteria. 

I heard her car in the drive and closed down my research. She had stopped and bought our dinner on her way home. She told me about her doctor's visit and the new treatment the doctor had given her. He gave her a packet of test strips so she could monitor the Ph of her vagina. If the itching was because of a problem with her Ph the strips would show that. The way she explained it she believed the doctor had said if the Ph went lower that could be the problem. My reading had indicated the Ph would go higher to cause the bacteria to grow.

She showed me the strips and the small book where we would record the results.

I recommended we test immediately. She said the doctor had tested and she was at 5.3. I said if I did the test and got the same result then I knew I was doing it correctly. We went to our bedroom and while she got partially undressed, skirt and panties off, I read the papers that came with the test strips. I washed my hands and tore off a strip about an inch long.

The directions said to hold it against the inside wall of her vagina for at least ten seconds, then compare the color to the chart on the package. All the lights were on and Lynn said she wanted me to hurry because she was embarrassed. I'm sure I smiled. We had been married nine years and she had never spread herself out in front of me with the lights on before. The strip slid in easily. She was wet and slippery. I held it in place and watched the clock beside our bed. Twenty seconds passed and I drew out the strip. I held it next to the package and under our bedside lamp. By comparison it read 5.3, just like at the doctor's office. I wrote the time, date and 5.3 on the first page of the small book.

"Did the doctor tell you how often to test?"

"Twice a day and he wants me back in a week."

"What about the itch?"

"I have some medicine to take and a cream to apply after I do the tests."

"Ok. Maybe this will get you past all this soon."

"You only say that because you want back inside me."

"I also would like you to feel better." I added, smiling.

"I just want to stop itching!"

"Amen. Did he give you any other hints of what to do?"

"Yes, but I don't think I can do all those things."

"What are they?"

"When I'm at home he recommends I go without panties. He says stop wearing pants. He said the air would help me heal faster."

"Why can't you do that?"

"If I am around here bare like that you'll be chasing me around all day."

"No. I'll want to but I promise I'll leave you alone... until you're well."

"It'd feel strange walking around like that."

"More strange than itching?"

"You have a good point. He also said no baths, just showers and use a blow drier on that area after the shower."

"That sounds like it would help keep the area dry while it heals."

"Ok, if you won't be chasing me around all the time, I'll do it all." She was at least willing to test the doctor's theory.

We ate dinner, watched TV until late and went to bed. I've slept nude since I was eleven. Lynn usually wears panties and a large t-shirt to bed. As she was starting to pull on the panties I asked why.

She looked at the panties at her knees, lowered them to the floor and stepped out of them. "You're right. I should do without them."

For the week, we tested her twice a day and she went bare all the time she was at home. For work, she wore white cotton panties, "Because they breathe better."  By the end of the week she was pretty steady at 4.3, the redness and the itch were gone.

Her visit back to the doctor was a happier visit. He liked the chart and recommended we continue to monitor her Ph, just not as often. He also cleared her to resume sexual relations. I wasn't there, but I want to believe he said she could resume sexual relations with me.

That night we had sex for the first time in twenty-three days. I was an attentive husband. I took her to dinner, gave her a shower and a massage, and spent over an hour paying attention to her body before we got to my penis being inside her. She came twice to my once. An hour after we "did it" I said I was curious and I tested her Ph. It showed 5.6 and she panicked.  We talked and looked at some things on the internet and an hour later I tested her again. 4.7 the strip said. We surmised that her body quickly rebalanced after my deposit of alkalinity. We went to bed and the next morning she had me test again. It showed 4.3. We happily dressed for work and things were back to our version of normal.

The biggest change I saw for a month was that she bought some new skirts. All her silk, nylon and whatever panties disappeared and were replaced by white cotton or nothing. When we went somewhere in the car she opened the vents and directed the air flow up her skirt. I looked and never complained. Sometimes she caught me looking and smiling and called me a dirty old perv as she smiled. I just smiled more. She stopped wearing long pants and the shorts she wore were the ones with wide leg openings. Lots of air flow.

Three months passed with no new infections. I noticed that her smell changed as well. It was a fragrance I loved, when she felt good. I had noticed when the itch and discomfort were a problem the first indicator I had was her smell and taste changed. It had been months since her fragrance had been fishy.

One Friday evening as soon as she got home from work we went to a party down the street from our home. It was a party for Frank and Francine to celebrate their being married fifteen years. We danced, ate bbq chicken and ribs, and of course there was a big ice chest with beer and other beverages. Their home had two bathrooms and after a couple hours of eating and downing beers both rooms were getting a lot of use. Lynn has a pretty small bladder and she left the party a few times to visit the bathrooms. 

It was near one in the morning when we slipped home and directly into bed. I'm pretty sure Lynn was more passed out than asleep a minute after we were in bed. She squirmed a little and I noticed her hand at her puss. It seemed that she was scratching more than playing.

I got up, got the test strips and tested her. She opened her legs for me as soon as I touched her puss. The test strip and my finger slid right inside her, without waking her. When I compared the strip to the package I was shocked! It showed 7.2 as her Ph. The only way it could be that high is if someone had made a deposit! And, it couldn't be me. I pushed her Ph to 5.6 but someone had pushed it to over 7!

My mind went crazy! I attempted to rationalize. She was drunk and didn't know what she was doing. Then the other side of my mind kicked in: She had no trouble walking home or talking with me as we walked. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well that night.

When Lynn woke up in the morning I caught her scratching herself. "I think we need a test." I said.

"No. It's nothing." She made breakfast and we started our Saturday chores. She was in the laundry area and I was working in the yard about an hour later. I went inside to get a cold drink and saw her scratching again. 

"Honey, that's twice I've seen you scratching. I'll get the test kit." I didn't wait I just went for the kit. When I came back she said, "Forget it. I'm busy. We can test later." I got a strip out of the box and knelt beside her. My right hand held the strip along my index finger and I reached up inside her skirt, found her opening and slid it inside her.

"Nick, I said we'd do it later!"

"It's already inside you. They cost over a dollar a test so let's just finish it. I don't want you to get another infection."

When I pulled the strip out she bent and watched as I compared the strip to the chart on the package. It showed 6.6.

"Something is wrong." I said. "On Monday, call your doctor and ask what could drive the number up that high, and ask how we get it back down!"

"I know how to get it back down. I have some more of the medicine he gave me last time. I'll start it right now." She left the laundry area and I went back outside. I knew the itch and the medicine meant no more sex for me, but I was Ok with that, I was pretty sure she had been having sex with someone in our neighborhood. If she was I was done having sex with her. 

All day Sunday I kept busy and away from Lynn. I was angry and hurt. The more I thought about her spreading her legs for someone else and then needing to cut me off because of her fucking around the madder I got.

On Monday she promised me at breakfast she would call her doctor during her morning break. I knew her break started at ten. I told her to call me as soon as she was off the phone with the doctor.

I went to the medical building next door to my office. I spoke to an OB/GYN that I had done some computer work for. I outlined what I knew. He said he was sorry but the indicators were that she was probably having sex with a new partner.

Back in my office I waited for her call. At ten forty my cell rang. It was Lynn. She was crying. She told me the doctor told her she had developed an allergic reaction to my sperm. I pointed out to her that it had been five days since we had had sex. She suddenly stopped crying and asked what I was accusing her of.

"I'm accusing the doctor of being nuts, not you. There's a medical practice next door to the building I'm in. I'll get you an appointment and we'll get a second opinion."

"Do you know the doctors next door?"

"Hell no. I don't hang out with doctors. Maybe it's more accurate to say doctors don't hang out with guys like me."

I called the doc next door and told him what she told me. I asked him to see her, check her out and if she was having sex with more than just me to tell us together.

He and I talked and in that conversation he asked when the next neighborhood party was scheduled. I told him I was planning a party for that very weekend. He scheduled his appointment for Lynn on Monday. He told me to drop by his office he had something for me.

On my way out from work I stopped in and saw Dr. Seacrest for a minute. He gave me a swab in a plastic tube. He told me that if Lynn went to sleep right after the party I was to swab her vagina with the swab, seal it in the tube and bring it to his office first thing Monday morning. Lynn's appointment was at one in the afternoon.

The rest of the week was pretty normal, for us. No sex. She wore skirts and made sure she didn't do anything around me that would have me notice her sexually. She didn't understand that I thought of her sexually all the time, weather she was near me or not. The big change for me was wondering who else was thinking of her sexually. Who else was making deposits in my wife? The unusual part of the week was me planning a party for Lynn. I found an excuse and told everyone in the neighborhood the party was to celebrate the anniversary of our first weekend away together. I bought food and stashed it at other people's houses. I bought beer and wine and made arrangements for two guys to bring their grills over and cook the meats. Saturday I took her out for lunch and while we were gone the neighbors moved in, prepared the party and started cooking.

Lynn wore a colorful skirt and peasant blouse to lunch. I wore khaki pants and a pull over shirt. At lunch she had a garden salad and I had a shrimp salad. I told her how good she looked and she thanked me, warning me that until we found out about her allergy we weren't having sex. I laughed and said, "It's Ok. It's only three more days. I'll live."

As we drove home I wondered if it would be just three more days. Maybe it would be forever.

She acted surprised and even gave me a kiss when she saw all our neighbors and found out why we were having a party. She even teared up a little when her best friend Linda told her how the party was to celebrate our first weekend trip to the ocean.

Someone started the music and couples started dancing. We danced a fast one and a slow one together. Holding my slender Lynn as we dance has always been a treat for me. It always causes me to get an erection and poke her with it. At the end of the slow song she said, "Better go calm down before you dance with anyone else." Then she left my arms and went outside. 

As host I got busy making sure everyone had a good time. I helped clean up from all the eating, tossed empty beer cans in the trash and opened windows to get fresh air. I restocked the bathrooms with paper, soap and tissues a few times. Near midnight I danced with Lynn again. The song was an oldie by Barbara Streisand, "All in Love is Fair."

When she talked I could smell lots of alcohol on her breath and her speech was a little slurred. When the song ended she kissed me with tongue and then walked away. I went outside to help start closing up the party. Two minutes later I looked in through the window on the back door and saw Willi Jordan dancing with Lynn. She was pressed against him and his arms were holding her up. Holding her up by holding onto her ass. I heard the music stop and they didn't let go.

I stepped off the porch and grabbed two bags of trash. I walked them out to the curb and then went onto our front porch. Willi looked at the back door and then kissed Lynn. While they kissed his hand cupped her breast. Her hand covered his and helped him squeeze it. The back door opened and Lynn pulled his hand off her tit and broke their embrace. They looked and saw another neighbor and relaxed.

I continued cleanup until all the guests were gone and the house and yard weren't too bad. When I got upstairs Lynn was in bed asleep. I shook her and said, "There's a fire." She didn't move. I got the swab and swabbed her vagina. I noticed her lips were red and swollen.

I put the swab in my car and went to sleep on the couch, fully dressed.

Near ten in the morning she woke me. "Why didn't you come to bed?" She was dressed for the day; gray skirt and white blouse.

"Good Morning. I sat down, just for a moment's rest and bam, it's morning."

"You go shower and I'll make you a good breakfast. After giving me such a party, you deserve it."

"It's just my way for thanking you for making my life so good." I said as I started up the stairs. I showered and dressed in more khaki pants and a dark brown pull over shirt. When I got downstairs she was on the phone and hung up the instant she heard me.

"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked.

"French toast, sausage and coffee." She waved her arm towards the table and I saw my plate, loaded and ready for me. I sat and Lynn scurried about getting ready for her day. She told me about her having lunch with a couple women from work and then doing a little shopping. I told her to enjoy the shopping and to hold the spending in check.

After breakfast I cleaned up and went in to check my email. I saw one from a neighbor and decided to wait until Lynn had gone shopping before opening it. The other emails were from work and distant friends. I answered them first. When Lynn came in to say good-bye she saw I was writing a response to our friends in Orlando.

"Be sure to say Hi from me. Maybe we should go visit them sometime in the winter?"

"Leaving?"

"Yes. I'll be back before dinner. Want to go out?" 

"Possibly. We can talk about it when you get home." I got a peck on the cheek, a hand on my shoulder and she was gone.

I clicked on the email from Alan White. We played on a basketball team a couple years before and remained friends after a fun but not very successful season.

"Nick –

I could be totally off base here but if the situation was reversed I'd sure as hell want you to say something. Last night at the party I went upstairs to use your facilities and naturally the bathroom was occupied. I stepped into the guest bedroom and sat down on the bed in the dark to wait. I could see the bathroom door.

It was five or six minutes later when Willi came out of the bathroom and hurried down the stairs. I got up off the bed and took one step when Lynn came out of the bathroom. She checked herself in the hall mirror and went downstairs. She didn't see me.

The inside of the bathroom had been sprayed with air freshener but there was a lingering odor that made me even more suspicious. That's what I saw. I hope it was innocent, that I'm wrong in where my head went. If you need to talk, need some help with anything, call me.

Alan"

I picked up the phone and called him. When he answered I said, "I already suspected. I do need your help. Call over to Willi's and ask him if you can borrow something. Lynn went shopping and I want to know where Willi is."

"Gotcha. I'll call you back in a couple minutes."

I opened WORD and started a list of things I needed to do if our marriage was over. Thank God there were no kids to be involved. I was to item seven when the phone rang.

"Nick."

"Alan. He took Helen's car to get it serviced. She expects him back in a couple hours."

"She has the blue Toyota, doesn't she?"

"Yes. The RAV-4."

"I feel like going for a drive and maybe a beer. Interested?"

"Am I going to get arrested?"

"No. Consider this a fact finding mission."

"Ok. I'll come over and we'll go."

"Does your wife know what you saw?"

"No."

"Then we're just going out for a beer. Maybe watch a little basketball on a big screen TV somewhere."

"Right." The phone went dead and I got ready to go. I got a new memory card for our digital camera, the camera and my wallet. Alan was walking up my drive when I came out of the house. We got in the car and headed out. We were quiet for the first couple minutes. I was thinking how glad I was we didn't live near a big city where they could easily disappear. Finding them shouldn't be too difficult.

Alan recommended we drive past the places he might take Helen's car for service. Her car was up on the rack of the third place we passed. Most of the time I don't pay any attention to the motels in town. I've never stayed in one. As we passed each one we looked for Lynn's car. On an impulse I drove through the fifth motel and out the back into an alley. Lynn's car was parked in the alley. 


Scratching the Itch



"Get dressed, loser! David's coming over soon."

I had barely woken up, and I was in no mood to be barked at before I'd even poured the milk in my Crunchberry Captain Crunch. But here was my sister Tammy, already being a bitch and getting all up in my grille because her boyfriend was coming to the house. I was tempted to tell her off, but I held my tongue. To her credit, it was almost 11 AM, and there I was at the kitchen table, droopy-eyed with bed head and dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts. The late morning summer sunlight glare off the swimming pool in the backyard was hurting my eyes and making me grumpy.

"What's the rush? You want me out of here so he can boink you all afternoon while Mom and Dad are at work?" 

I blearily regarded Tammy as she stood in front of me, legs apart, hands on her slender hips, her perky nipples poking through her cutoff Hello Kitty t-shirt. It was only mid-June, but she already had a golden tan, and her shoulder length brown hair was beginning to pick up sun streaks from lying by the pool. She was a hot little hardbody, and while she stood there bitching at me, I thought back to that party six months ago, where it all started. I'd had her pinned up against my car, sucking face while I reached up under her miniskirt and relentlessly worked over her sweet poonani until she soaked her panties. Of course, she wasn't my sister then. In fact, I'd only just met her.

"Don't be such a dork, Chris," Tammy said, with an expression that displayed the exasperation and world-weariness that only 18-year old girls can possess. She grabbed a spoon, and, arming herself with a stray Crunchberry that had spilled onto the kitchen table, launched a perfectly-aimed volley which poked me in the right eye.

"OWW! What's your fucking problem today, bitch?"

As I regarded Tammy with my remaining good eye, she leaned over the table across from me, her black spandex shorts hugging her lean, tight ass. "Christopher, I told you already. He's bringing over a friend of mine from school. Her name is Priya. She's very sweet. I want you to meet her. So you're going to drag your pothead butt upstairs into the bathroom, shave, take a shower and get dressed. And you're going to do it now. They're going to be here in half an hour." Tammy grinned wickedly as she rearmed herself with another Crunchberry and took aim at me again.

"OK, OK. Just let me eat in peace." I wiped the tears away from my right eye, and Tammy put down the loaded spoon. She smiled at me and wagged her finger. 

"Trust me," she said, "you'll thank me for this." With a flip of her hair, Tammy got up from the table, her sexy butt swinging as she left the kitchen.

* * * * * * *

I guess I should explain the deal here. Tammy is my step-sister, and although we're the same age and grew up in the same area, until about a year ago, I'd never even met her. She went to St. Agnes, which is an all-girls Catholic school, while I went to the local public high school. Our paths had never crossed until one night during our senior year when we met at a house party. She was wearing a tight yellow sweater with a black miniskirt and black knee-high boots. Her eyes caught mine, and I went over and started chatting her up. 

Tammy said she was a St. Agnes girl, and that she ran on the track team. We didn't have many friends in common, but we found enough to talk about that soon she was giving me all the right signals back, batting her big brown eyes at me and twirling her hair. I mentioned that I was driving an old Mustang convertible which my Dad and I had restored. Tammy's eyes lit up.

"My dad had a Mustang when I was a little girl!" she said excitedly. "We used to go out with the top down, and the wind would blow my pigtails all over." Tammy grabbed my arm. "I want to see it. Show it to me."

Tammy and I stepped out of the house into the cool night air. The street was dark, and Tammy took my hand as we walked down the block. I had parked in a secluded spot away from the houses on the street, not wanting to risk some jerk backing into Dad's and my pride and joy. I had just lovingly washed and waxed the Mustang, and even in the dim light, the black paint and polished chrome sparkled.

"Oh, it looks awesome!" she exclaimed, as her long fingers silkily stroked along the front quarter panel. It was a 1970 ragtop with the 351 engine and the four-speed stick, and Dad and I spent a lot of time fixing it up, bit by bit. We had spent thousands of hours together on it after Mom died, and Dad especially poured himself into the project. It really did look beautiful, and I could see it was working some kind of seduction on Tammy. I opened the passenger side door.

"Do you want to hop in?"

"Yeah!" Tammy scooted into the front seat, her miniskirt inching up on her toned thighs. I went around the front and got in the driver's seat. 

"Oh my God, this is just like I remember my dad's car. You still have just the AM radio, like his did." The moon came out from behind a cloud, and I could see Tammy's lips glisten in the silvery light. I leaned over to kiss her, once, softly. Tammy held the kiss, her open mouth taking my tongue in fully. We came up for air, and Tammy leaned back against her door, smiling at me as she pulled her legs up onto the seat.

While the Mustang is a classic car, if you've ever been in one then you know they're not exactly made for romance. The driver and passenger sides have separate bucket seats, with the transmission hump and the stick shift separating the two sides. Tammy and I both wanted something more, but it wasn't going to happen in there.

"Do you want to take a quick spin?" I asked. "It's OK, I haven't been drinking." Tammy hesitated for a moment, as the moon retreated again into the clouds. It was dark again, and Tammy shivered a little in the cool air.

"Ummm...I don't know. My friends are all inside and we're supposed to head to another party. Maybe another time?"

I silently cursed my bad luck, but kept a smile on my face. "Sure, no problem. Let's go back inside." Gallantly, I jumped out to open her door.

"Oh, a gentleman! I see chivalry really isn't dead," Tammy tittered, as I took her hand and helped her out of the seat. The sky had turned overcast, and the street was very dark and very quiet, except for the faint sound of the party going on up the block.

Tammy turned to me and put both her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply again. I pushed her back against the car door, straddling her right thigh while I pressed my right leg against her soft mound. Tammy arched her hips out, pressing her pussy hard against my muscular thigh. My hands traveled up her sides, cupping her small, perfectly round breasts, then retreated underneath her miniskirt. "Man," I thought to myself, "I heard that St. Agnes girls were easy, but this is crazy."

Tammy gasped when I brushed my hand against the damp crotch of her panties, and then placed her hand lightly on top of mine as I began gently kneading her pussy. I moved her panties to one side and gently began to work over her clit. After a bit, I could hear Tammy panting heavily, and I could tell she was close to cumming. I eased my ministrations on her muff, hearing her moan in desire for release. 

I'd had enough of petting, and my rock-hard cock was practically bursting from my jeans. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and let my manhood flop out into the cool night breeze.

"Holy shit..." Tammy put a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. She took my meat into her small hands, feeling its heft and thickness. "Wow. You're big. Like really big."

I leaned in and kissed her on the ear. "Is that going to be a problem?" I whispered. Tammy smiled and shook her head.

"No...wait." She reached for her purse, which was sitting on the trunk of the Mustang. She fished out a condom, and handed it to me. "Please?"

I must have shown surprise at a girl producing a condom, and I could tell she was embarrassed. "Ummm...my mom's a doctor," she said by way of explanation. "Big safe-sex advocate. We practically use those things as drink coasters at our house."

"Not a problem," I said, taking the condom from her hands. "Every woman loves a well-dressed man anyway, right?"

"Yes, we do," Tammy giggled, as she kissed me again.

While I put on the condom, Tammy wriggled out of her skimpy thong panties, stuffing them into her purse. She put her arms around me and began French-kissing me while I placed my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. Tammy bit down on her lower lip as I pushed myself inside her, her head thrashing from side to side as I slowly impaled her on my meat.

I kept my tongue buried deep in her mouth to try and stifle the cries of passion that were rising in her throat. I could feel her fighting to catch her breath as I felt more and more of her warmth surrounding my shaft. Shifting my weight, I reached underneath Tammy and lifted her up from the bottom of her ass, as she arched her back and raised her hips to meet my thrust. Her body shuddered as I slipped the last of my cock deep inside her, into places that until now she didn't even know existed within her.

I held myself motionless against Tammy as I tightened and relaxed my sphincter muscles, making just my swollen cockhead dance somewhere deep inside her body. I pulled back from our kiss, hoping she wouldn't make too much noise. She buried her head in my shoulder and whimpered softly as I began pistoning my cock in her wet tunnel. Tammy had a lean, athletic body and I could feel her muscles tighten as I began slamming my cock into her. Our bodies slapped against one another over and over again as Tammy leaned back against the car, her legs wrapped around my body, as she willingly took every one of my punishing thrusts.

I knew I couldn't hold off my orgasm much longer, so I lunged in deep inside Tammy one last time and held myself there for a moment. Then, I began making shallow, gentle thrusts, each one prodding her cervix, softly but insistently reminding her of how completely I possessed her at that moment. Tammy completely lost it at that point, and it was like her tight little pussy seized up, and just grabbed me at the deepest point of one of my thrusts and began milking me. I moaned as my load spewed into the condom, and our foreheads touched as we tenderly kissed. Tammy held me inside her, gently rocking her hips as I continued to cradle her ass, greedily using my waning hard-on to climax one last time. Finally, we separated and walked back to the house.

We hadn't been gone that long, and nobody seemed to notice we'd been gone. Tammy's friends were getting ready to leave, and we traded phone numbers.

"I have to go now...you're going to call me, right?" Tammy was smiling as she said this, but she was digging a pink fake fingernail into my chest, and it was starting to hurt.

"Without fail," I replied, smiling. "I'm a gentleman, remember?"

"Hmmm...we'll see about that," Tammy teased. She gave me a quick kiss, and I watched her bare ass sway under her miniskirt as she disappeared into the crowd.

* * * * * * *

I didn't want to seem too eager, so I decided not to call the next day, but sent a text instead.

"hi sugapops! how r u?" I typed into my phone. A few moments later, Tammy replied.

"omg...still feeling that dent u left inside me last night. mmmm...."

I furiously typed back a reply. "Want 2 c a movie 2nite?" 

She replied quickly. "got 2 go out with mom 2nite. :-( maybe next week?"

And that's how it went...we managed to meet up at the mall a couple of times, but between us going to different schools, her track practices and my time on the swim team, we could never get together. We traded text messages for a while, but what had started out in a blaze of wild sex on a car just fizzled out as characters on a mobile phone screen.

* * * * * * *

A couple of months later, Dad started dating again, a doctor he met through a mutual friend, with a daughter my age. It had been a few years since Mom had died, and I thought it was good that he felt it was time to move on. I met Susan, and she just seemed like such a warm, loving woman that I was really happy when their relationship became more serious.

OK, so you know where this is going. We went over to Susan's house for dinner one night, so I can meet her daughter. Dad was on pins and needles, hoping that we hit it off. We rang the doorbell, the front door swung open and it's Tammy. She blushed beet red, and I swear I lost my voice for the first 15 minutes.

Instinctively, Tammy and I both played it off like we'd never met before, and everything seemed OK. It was like we were acting in a movie, putting on a show for our parents. As Dad and Susan saw us getting along, their tension eased, but Tammy and I remained on tenterhooks, trying not to let our façade slip.

After we finished eating, Dad and Susan drifted into the backyard and left Tammy and me alone, hoping we'd bond a little bit more. We sat on the couch in the family room, an awkward silence settling between us. Finally, I decided to just get it out in the open.

"Look, I know this is totally weird," I said. "But I think your mom is a great lady, and I haven't seen my Dad this happy in years. I think he's going to pop the question to your mom, and I don't want to screw this up for him."

"Oh, I know," Tammy said, nodding her head. "Your dad is such a great guy. Mom has just been floating on air the last few months." Tammy laughed. "I hear her singing in the shower every morning now."

I looked at Tammy and put my hand out. "OK, so we're going to make this work then, right? We're cool?"

Tammy smiled and shook my hand. "Yeah. We're cool. Very cool." She let go of my hand and moved in close to me, her lips seeking mine. She began kissing me, her left hand pressed down on my chest, forcing me flat on the couch. Her right hand wandered toward my crotch, and the growing bulge in my khakis betrayed my growing arousal. She rubbed my lengthening shaft, admiring how it lay in repose across my upper thigh. 

Tammy sighed as she gave my cock a last squeeze. "If you're a chip off the old block, then now I know why Mom's been such a happy woman lately."

* * * * * * *

Sure enough, Dad did pop the question and he and Susan got married in the middle of Tammy's and my senior year of high school. Dad and Susan never even got to take a honeymoon, between Susan and Tammy moving into our house, Susan having to sell their house, and the two of them taking us to visit colleges and worrying if Tammy and I would get along. 

Although Tammy and I did bitch at each other occasionally at the beginning, by now we really did get along pretty well. But I can't say we really felt like brother and sister yet. Up until now, we had both been only children, and having a sibling after 18 years as respective solo acts felt a little strange. Since we had gone to different high schools, we had virtually no friends in common. And, of course, we were still getting in each others' pants. It was like I was living with a friend with benefits, and I wasn't complaining.

The sex between Tammy and I wasn't that out of control. By the time we became a single family, Tammy was already steady with her boyfriend David. I had been dating different girls off and on, and Tammy began taking a special interest in hooking me up with girls from her school, like she was enjoying me vicariously through her friends. There was Katie McElroy, a wild, voluptuous redhead, who reveled in playing the cow to my bull for a few weeks. Then there was little Alice Kim, an adorable bookworm who turned out to be crazy in bed, fucking my cock raw while she whispered pure filth in my ear. In turn came Lisa Trappiani, whose angelic face and statuesque bust captivated me as she worshipfully deep-throated and tit-fucked me for hours. There seemed to be no end of horny St. Agnes girls, and my new step-sister seemed to enjoy trying to keep me and they sated. 

However, every couple of weeks or so, Tammy would just get this look on her face, and when I saw it I knew she was going to pounce on me the first chance she got. She said I was still the only guy who had been able to touch her in those deep places that we'd discovered together that night by the Mustang. It wasn't something she needed all the time; Tammy described it was as an itch that flared up and wouldn't let go, but once scratched, was soon forgotten. Sex between us was the same way, sudden, intense, but quickly giving way to normalcy between us. The way I figured it, we were a typical family 99% of the time, which was good enough for me. 

* * * * * * * 

I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself and crossed the hallway to my bedroom. I shook out my sandy blond hair, and checked myself out in the mirror. I was still pretty buff from swim season, and I was satisfied that I'd look good by the pool with my shirt off. However, could see that my right eye was all bloodshot from getting hit with the Captain Crunch at breakfast. I put a shot of Visine in my eye, blinked it around and started getting dressed.

I threw on a t-shirt and a faded pair of baggy shorts, and slipped on a pair of unlaced canvas Converse high tops with no socks. I looked in the mirror, and saw Tammy in the reflection, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"Ugh!" She threw her hands up into the air and marched into my room. "No, no, no! Take it off!" she yelled. She checked the time on the obnoxious big pink plastic wristwatch she was wearing. "NOW!" she yelled. 

Meekly, I complied. I had already learned that while Tammy was mostly pretty easy to get along with, when she was in Grand Queen Bitch mode, she was not to be trifled with. I stripped down to my boxers while she ripped through my closet and dresser, throwing clothes on the bed and floor.

"Jesus, just how many fucking Grateful Dead t-shirts can you possibly own?" Tammy wailed in despair, faced with my lack of sartorial sophistication. She continued tearing through my wardrobe, until she came onto a red Izod polo shirt, apparently never worn.

"Hello...how did this sneak in there?" she said in surprise, carefully setting the shirt aside. Continuing to dig, she found a pair of neatly pressed khaki shorts and a brown leather belt. Encouraged, Tammy got down on her hands and knees and rooted through the bottom of my closet, emerging triumphantly clutching a pair of brown leather Docksiders.

"Put this stuff on," she ordered. I began to protest, but she immediately cut me off. "Do it, goddammit!" She checked her watch again as I shrugged and reluctantly acquiesced. As I was putting the belt on, she grabbed my styling gel off my dresser and started fussing with my hair.

"What the hell is up with you today?" I asked, as Tammy pulled me in front of the mirror.

"Let's take a look," she said, as her face lit up in delight at her creation. I, on the other hand, was horrified.

"Fuck me," I cried. "I look like I just walked out of a J. Crew catalog."

"I know," Tammy said, smugly. "It's perfect." She spun me around, pinning me down with her brown eyes. Her bitchy look was gone, and now it was like she was pleading with me.

"Chris, please be nice to Priya today, OK?"

"I'm nice to all your friends," I countered. "Katie, Alice, Lisa..."

"I'm serious!" Tammy had both her hands on my arm now, and she was on her tip toes, like she was begging me. She checked her watch again. "I don't have time to explain. Priya's really in a bad place now. She needs a ...." Tammy straightened up and looked me in the eyes. "She needs a good guy. Can you be that guy today? Please?"

I didn't know what to make of this. I was still getting to know Tammy, and had never seen her act like this, and I had never even met this Priya girl before. But, Tammy was family now, so if it meant looking like a preppy geek for her friend to make her happy, then I was prepared to take one for the team.




Scratching the Itch



"No problem. White glove treatment all the way, I swear," I assured Tammy. She gave me an affectionate hug, not sexual, but like I really was her brother. It made me feel good, and I squeezed her back.

"Thank you. I promise, you won't regret doing this for me." Tammy pushed me out the door. "Now go wait by the pool. Go!"

* * * * * * *

I iced up a cooler chest, stuffed it full of drinks and put it out on the patio. Then I plopped myself down in a chair and waited for the next chapter in this mystery to reveal itself. It was a beautiful early summer's day, warm with just a hint of clouds, and I decided that it was a good omen.

After a few minutes, I heard a car pull up in the driveway out front, and heard Tammy's voice greeting David and Priya. I hoped that Priya was at least halfway decent looking, and I rose out of my seat as I saw the three of them walk out on the patio.

"Priya, this is my brother Chris," Tammy said. She giggled. "It still sounds a little weird saying that. Chris, this is my friend, Priya."

My mouth hung open for a second, and I saw Tammy give me a sly wink. Priya was more gorgeous than I could have possibly imagined. She was petite, almost to the point of being tiny. She stood no taller than 5' 3", with flawless dark skin that perfectly offset her shy smile. Her jet-black straight hair framed her face and fell down over her graceful neck, past her shoulders. She had a gymnast's body, slender but firm, and I could see the definition in her legs as I followed them up from her sandals to the bottom of her denim cutoffs. She was wearing a tight olive-green long-sleeve top with a scoop neck that clung to her curves and showed just a hint of cleavage. Priya wasn't stacked by any means, but her tiny waist perfectly accentuated the bust and hips she did have.

But what really took my breath away were Priya's eyes. They were wide like saucers, and so dark that I couldn't see where the iris ended and the pupil began. She seemed to hardly blink, and I couldn't move my gaze away from them. Finally, I snapped out of my reverie.

"Hi, Priya, nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand. She shook my hand lightly, dipping her head modestly.

"Hi, Chris. It's nice to meet you finally. I've heard so much about you, I feel like I know you already."

I cocked an eyebrow at Tammy. "All good things, I hope."

"Of course!" Priya said, laughing. She brushed my arm with her hand, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Tammy took Priya by the arm and pulled her up the stairs to the sliding glass door to the living room.

"Come on, baby. Let's go upstairs and change. I want to show you my new bathing suit." The two of them disappeared into the living room, whispering and giggling the whole way.

"Something to drink?" I offered to David, as we sat down. "Coke, Diet Coke, iced tea, water?"

"A Coke is fine, thanks." I tossed him a can, as he eyed my new look suspiciously.

"Dude, I take it you didn't dress yourself today," David said. "I mean, all you're missing is the tennis sweater over the shoulders, you know what I mean?"

"Umm, yeah. This is Tammy's idea. I'm clueless. Care to fill me in?" 

Despite my sarcastic comment to Tammy earlier, I really did like David. He was a little shorter than me, about 5' 9", with dark curly hair that came down to his collar. Unlike me, he was dressed comfortably in a plain white t-shirt and baggy cargo shorts. He had just graduated from St. Paul's, the all-boys Catholic school that was affiliated with St. Agnes, which was how he and Tammy met.

The first thing that struck you about David was how smart he was, so it was no surprise that he had gotten accepted to Yale. Whatever the subject was, David was familiar with it and could add to the conversation. But I liked him because he was totally laid back, and he managed to mellow out some of Tammy's hysterics. Also, frankly, he knew Tammy much better than I did, and I often relied on him as my jungle guide in dealing with my new stepsister.

"Sorry, boss. Tammy's got me in the dark too. She told me I was like that guy in the Transporter movies. I'm just supposed to deliver the package and not ask questions." He gave me a funny look. "What happened to your eye?"

"Don't ask." I took a sip of my iced tea. "Tammy's acting all weird today, telling me to be a gentleman."

David nodded sagely as he eyed me up and down once more. "Ah, now the yacht club look is beginning to make sense."

"Care to share the wisdom with me, sensei?"

"Priya's boyfriend just dumped her. Big football star at my school. Don't know the particulars, but I'm told it was harsh." David paused for a moment. "Tammy said he actually called Priya a ball and chain to her face." He shook his head. "What an asshole."

"So she's not seeing anyone now?" The hope in my voice was obvious.

"Ah, so you like what you've seen so far?" David said, laughing. "Far as I know, she's available. I can tell you that Priya's a total sweetheart. She lives up the street from me and I've known her since the sixth grade. She's hot, but there's not a mean or bitchy bone in her body."

David pulled a package of LifeSavers out of his pocket and offered me one. "Hang out with Priya, and you'll see what a cool girl she is. Then reflect on what kind of a douche would dump her just as the summer is starting." He lowered his voice as we heard the girls' voices as they came back downstairs. "Then, just be the anti-douche." David said. He reached over the table and high-fived me. "Seriously, I think Tammy's just handed you your senior summer on a silver platter, man."

Tammy and Priya emerged from the house into the bright sunlight. Tammy had changed into a skimpy white bikini that perfectly played up her tan, long legs and flat stomach. Priya was in a much tamer black one-piece and a black and white print wrap, but it was all I could do to stop staring into her eyes as they walked toward the patio. Her graceful motion, as her lissome body glided toward us, transfixed me. She saw me staring and gave me a timid smile, seemingly embarrassed by my attentions.

"Priya was just saying she accepted a scholarship to Boston College for the fall," Tammy said as the two girls sat down at the table. She turned to Priya, and wagged her head in my direction. "My stoner brother here managed to get accepted at Boston University."

Priya's eyes lit up. "No way! Oh, Chris, we have to hook up once school starts. It'll be so cool to know at least one person around there."

Tammy caught my eye and smirked ever so slightly, as I began to understand the audaciousness of her craftiness. I reminded myself never to doubt Tammy again.

"Chris, why don't you keep Priya company while David and I get lunch ready," Tammy said, as she and David got up and went into the house.

Priya looked at me with those dark unblinking pools, as I felt my heart skip another beat. "What happened to your eye?"

"Tammy's beating on me again."

Priya smiled. "She can be a tough cookie. Sometimes I wish I were as tough as she is."

I nodded to the pool. "Feel like taking a swim?"

"Maybe I'll just dip my toes in," Priya said shyly. We got up and kicked off our shoes, and walked to the edge of the deep end. Priya kept her wrap firmly on her body, but I could still see the outline of her shapely bottom as she glided along the water's edge. We sat side by side, and gasped in unison as we put our feet in the water. It was still early in the season, and the water was cold. In the house, I could hear Tammy's bedroom door slam shut.

Priya and I made small talk as we splashed our feet in the water. Inside the house, I could hear rustling noises coming from Tammy's open window. Soon, shriek after shriek of passion echoed across the patio. David must have been jackhammering Tammy, the way I knew she liked it. After one particularly loud outburst, I turned to Priya.

"Ummm...it sounds like lunch may not be for a while. Do you feel like taking a ride?"

Priya laughed as Tammy's screams reverberated across the patio again. "Yeah. Let's get out of here before the cops show up."

I walked her into the garage, where the Mustang lay hidden under its cover. "Here, take an end," I said. From opposite sides, we peeled back the cover to reveal the gleaming black car underneath.

"It's awesome," Priya exclaimed. "It looks brand new." She looked at me suspiciously. "You won't get in trouble for taking it out?"

"Nope. My Dad says I'm half owner, because of all the work I put into it. Sweat equity, he says." I patted the shining flank of the Mustang. "Besides, he knows I'd never do anything crazy with it."

I put the top down and opened the garage door. "Come on, let's get some ice cream." 

* * * * * * *

As we cruised to the local Carvel, I looked over at Priya. Her silky black hair was whipping in the wind as she held her arms up over her head. She was mouthing the words to some cheesy tune on the AM radio, as she swayed her lithe body back in forth in time to the music. Her back was arched, pushing out the small, firm roundlets of her breasts. From the corner of her eye, she saw me watching her, and covered her mouth in embarrassment, but then laughed and boldly vamped her way through the rest of the song as I kept one eye on the road and one on her. As we pulled into the Carvel, she smiled over at me and pinched me on my side.

We grabbed a picnic table outside the store and I went up and ordered a couple of sundaes and a package of Flying Saucers to take back to the house. 

"So how's having Tammy as a sister treating you? Is she really beating you up?" Priya asked, as I sat down.

"She's the sister I never had, or even wanted," I teased, drawing a shocked giggle from Priya. I laughed. "No, it's been great. I mean, sometimes, we do want to kill one another, but mostly we get along fine. It's new for both of us, so I guess we're figuring it out. But our parents are really happy, so that makes it easier."

"She really likes you." Priya smiled. "The minute she found out I got dumped, she was telling me I had to meet her new brother." She looked at me, the smile wavering, then flickering out. "I guess Tammy told you about that, right? About me getting dumped?"

"David, actually. He didn't tell me much. Sorry. It sounded ugly."

"I locked myself in my room for two days and just cried," Priya continued. Then she smiled. "When Tammy found out, she drove up to his house at 1 AM, screaming about how much of a bastard he was until every light on the street came on. Then she came over my house with a half-gallon of Haagen-Dazs and a big bag of Gummi Bears and wouldn't leave my room until I came out." She looked up at me again. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you don't want to hear this."

I shook my head. "It's OK." Truth was, she looked so adorable as she leaned her face closer to mine, she could have been reciting the phone book, and I still would be held in rapt attention.

"'Ball and chain,' that jerk called me. You know what he said? Too many pretty girls wanted to be with him this summer for him to be tied down." Priya stared sadly into her melting sundae. "Blondes with blue eyes, probably," she said mournfully. "I dated him for over a year. He was the only guy I'd ever been with, you know?" 

"Well, you're better off without him," I said. "Besides, he must be an idiot if he can't realize that you're beautiful, not pretty."

Priya's eyes brightened, then narrowed at me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think I've said too much already," I laughed. "We should probably head back, before Tammy and David get started on Round Two, or else we'll never eat."

We got up and started walking back to the car. Priya wordlessly slipped her hand into mine. It felt small and delicate, and I held it softly, our fingers gently entwining. I looked down at her and gave her hand a tender caress. She kept her eyes straight ahead, but I could see her smile as she gave me a squeeze in return.

* * * * * * *

"Where did you two run off to?" Tammy called out, as Priya and I came into the backyard from the garage. David had burgers and hot dogs going on the grill, and Tammy was putting out paper plates and plastic forks and knives on the patio table. She had changed out of her bikini into shorts and a button-down shirt, probably one of David's, knotted up at her waist.

"We went to get dessert," I said, brandishing the sleeve of Flying Saucers. I stepped into the kitchen to put the ice cream into the freezer, and Priya went upstairs to Tammy's room to change back into her top and shorts. By the time Priya came down, we were ready to eat.

We ate by the pool, and then lounged on the grass in the backyard afterward. Tammy gently kneaded David's shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his back, while Priya lay on her side across from me. I could tell Tammy was getting herself worked up again, and so I wasn't surprised when she got up and grabbed David by the hand.

"Come on, David. Give me a hand with cleaning up." She led him into the house, and it wasn't ten minutes before Tammy's cries of passion were ringing out across the backyard. Priya and I rolled our eyes at one another, and lay back on the grass. 

"They're like rabbits," I said, as Priya playfully covered her ears in mock embarrassment. Priya came over and sat next to me, leaning her body against mine. 

"What did you mean before about the difference between pretty and beautiful?" she asked. Priya's dark eyes shimmered as they reflected the sunlight dancing on the ripples of the swimming pool. I tried to hold her gaze, but it was like she was looking right into me. My eyes darted away, staring into the grass in front of me.

"No, really," Priya insisted, grabbing my arm. "You said it. What did you mean?"

"I can't explain it," I pleaded. "It's not logical, like an algebra equation or something." Priya clung onto my arm, and I knew she needed a better answer than that.

"It's just something a guy feels. It's like..." I searched for the right words, but they weren't coming easily. "OK, it's like when we were in the car before. Someone sees us and says, 'Oh, that guy has a pretty girl with him.' But I see you singing and bopping to the music, making goofy faces at me, and I think, 'I have a beautiful girl with me.'"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You can see pretty. But you can't see beautiful. A guy can only feel that." I turned back to Priya, meeting her gaze full on now. "Does that make sense?" I asked.

Priya nodded her head, and then tenderly placed her lips on mine. We kissed softly, then she laid her head on my chest as we stretched out on the grass, watching the diaphanous clouds drifting past. I wanted her so badly, but I knew that I'd lose her if I pushed it. I had to let her come to me when she was ready.

After a while, I lifted my head and kissed the top of her head. Priya purred softly.

"Hey, do you want to go inside for a bit? I can show you my snake."

Priya jerked her head up with a start, looking at me with arched eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Flustered at my unintended double entendre, I gave her an abashed smile. "No! I mean, we can go inside and I can show you Sam, my pet boa constrictor. You can see my room."

Priya pinched me. "You really have a pet snake?" she asked with a suspicious tone.

"Serious. Let's go," I said, as I stood and then lifted Priya to her feet.

* * * * * * *

"Sorry about the mess," I said. I had forgotten what a shambles Tammy had left the place, but Priya didn't seem to care. She wandered around the disorder, like a detective looking for clues. She paused in front of my Boy Scout awards, which hung on the wall over my desk.

"You were a Boy Scout?" she asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" I teased back. "I'm trustworthy, loyal, clean, brave and reverent. I can tie 30 different kinds of knots, always know which way is north and can start a fire by rubbing two sticks together." I gave Priya a wink. "I even help little old ladies cross the street."

Priya tilted her head at me and smiled. "Have you done your good deed for the day?"

I looked her dead in the eyes again. "I'm working on it."

I opened the top of the big terrarium where I kept Sam, and took hold as the snake gently coiled itself around my hands.

"Here," I said to Priya, holding Sam out toward her. Sam's slender tongue flicked rapidly as the sunlight glistened on the twisting form in my hands.

"Oh my God," Priya said nervously, as I draped Sam onto her shoulders. "He feels so cold." She gave me a desperate look. "He's not going to choke me to death, is he?"

"She," I corrected. "Sam is short for Samantha. No, she just likes you because you're nice and warm." Priya's smooth dark skin was warm from lying in the sun, and Sam immediately wrapped her tail around her Priya's right arm while the rest of her wound over her shoulders. Priya squealed as Sam slithered across her shoulders to her other arm, squeezing gently as she went.

If the Mustang was seduction, then Samantha represented temptation, just like in the Garden of Eden. I never understood it, but whenever I laid Samantha onto a girl, it had some kind of subconscious effect. Maybe it was because it took them outside their comfort zone, or maybe it was just the sensuous feel of Sam's cool, dry skin winding around them, seeking warmth from their bodies. All I knew was that as Priya stood there biting her lip in anxiety, I could see the round buttons of her nipples stiffen and rise from her pert breasts.

"Had enough?" I asked. Priya shivered as I took Sam from her shoulders and put her back into the tank. As I turned back, I saw that Priya had quietly shut the bedroom door. She strode over to me and pressed her body against mine, as if she wanted to recapture the warmth which Sam had stolen from her. I wound my arms around her back, and then slid my hands up the sides of her body, each hand cupping a perfectly shaped mound, which swelled into my grasp. Priya had unbuttoned her denim cutoffs, and now she wiggled them over her hips and let them fall to her feet.

I took a step back, peeling off my shirt as Priya took off her top. She stood there, silhouetted by the sunlight from the window at her back, her white bra and panties offsetting her smooth caramel skin. She had a look of uncertainty on her face as she offered herself to me, as if she was afraid I might reject her. I smiled as I considered how ludicrous that was, and Priya's expression shifted to one of expectation as I swept her into my embrace and led her over to my bed.

Priya seemed small and delicate beneath me as we began kissing; I felt overbearing as my mass hovered over her fragile body, casting her in shadow. Shifting my weight, I laid myself at her side as she turned herself toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Priya's kiss in the backyard had been a tender, wispy thing, but now she launched herself against me with an assertive determination, her petite body betraying athleticism as I felt her firm ass and thighs grow taut as she pressed herself against my loins. I fumbled with her bra strap, and Priya giggled as she reached behind and undid the clasp. She shrugged her shoulders slightly and the bra tumbled to the bed, exposing her stiff chocolate brown nipples. She smiled at me as she lay back on the bed, her gorgeous dark eyes inviting me to take her completely.

Now that I knew that Priya would let me have her, I took my time, enjoying every taste and touch. I heard a catch in her soft breathing as I began licking her nipples, and then a small gasp as my right hand glided over her white panties and began to massage her tiny, exquisite mound. Priya arched her back as my caresses continued, nestling her pussy in the palm of my hand like a small, delicate bird. Her head was thrown back, her silky black hair spread out on the pillow, and soft moans escaped through her open mouth. 




Scratching the Itch



Placing my hands under her ass, I slid Priya's panties over her slender hips, revealing her downy black thatch and the tender bud that nestled in her soft, moist cleft. My lips and tongue meandered from her breasts, down along her flat stomach before resting on the dewy nub of her clitoris. I kissed her delicately, licking and sucking, feeling her heat and wetness grow. Priya writhed on top of the covers, her fingers buried in my hair, driving me deeper into her folds. I indulged in a little teasing, delighting in the way she gasped and bucked her hips as I plunged my tongue into her tight pussy. Finally, I pulled back and admired my handiwork as I saw the glistening flower that had blossomed before me.

I rose off the bed and took off my shorts and boxers, and then lay down beside Priya again. She held my cock, her small hands dwarfed by my aroused meat. I was swollen with desire, and I was nearly as thick as her slender wrist. Priya began stroking me, and I could feel my cock pulsing as she drew my stiff meat against the warmth of her stomach.

Reaching into my nightstand, I retrieved a condom and put it on, and then retrieved my jerk-off lube from under the bed. Slathering my hard cock until it felt slippery, I opened Priya's legs and placed my fat cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. Priya lay stiff, with her eyes closed, wincing in anticipation. I thought to myself how much of a selfish bastard her boyfriend must have been, if the only thing she associated this moment with was pain.

I let my tip gently graze Priya's wet entrance, tenderly nuzzling her as I softly kissed her on the neck. Her eyes opened, as if she were surprised that I hadn't just started thrusting wildly. I kept soft, steady pressure with my cock as I let my tongue wander into her mouth. Priya moaned in pleasure as I slowly moved myself deeper inside her. I didn't thrust, instead, we moved as if we were slow dancing together, our hips held close, making small movements. Priya kept her eyes open, looking deep into mine, and as I sensed her trust in me growing, I felt her taking me further into her sultry moistness. Priya made no sound louder than a soft moan, but her eyes cued me in to the passions that were roiling inside her small, slender body. She held my gaze, unblinking, as I slowly pushed myself deeper and deeper inside her.

I felt like I was suffocating Priya again, so I slowly rolled over so that she was now on top of me. I laid back and took her hands in mine, interlacing our fingers. She leaned forward, supporting herself on my hands as I let her take control. Priya gently moved her hips in a circular motion, relishing how I was filling her up. She dropped her body onto mine, kissing me deeply as I held her in my arms. I clenched and unclenched my butt, feeling my shaft throb inside Priya's tight canal. She began rocking her hips in time with my pulses, impaling herself further onto my slick shaft. 

Priya's eyes opened in surprise as my cockhead softly bumped her cervix. I had no idea she was taking me so far into herself, and my eyes must have expressed concern that I was hurting her. Priya smiled, kissed me on the lips, neck and chest, and then took me into that place again and again, as I gently introduced her to another of her secret places. I felt her juices running down my shaft, slickening my stomach and hips. Her breathing grew sharp and ragged, and her pussy clamped down hard on my aching cock, convulsing in hot, wet spasms. Priya gasped sharply, and then let out a long, low moan as she collapsed onto my chest, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

I still hadn't come yet, so I kept myself deep inside Priya and gently rolled her onto her back. I placed my hands under her ass and lifted; it was like Priya hardly weighed anything. Her head and shoulders lay on the pillows, and as I drew myself up, I slowly pushed my hips forward, taking the last small part of her which I had not yet claimed. Priya moaned louder, and as I felt myself bottom out inside her, she shrieked in ecstasy as she trembled, speared on the end of my shaft. I held her writhing body as I felt my orgasm build, and then spill in hot splashes inside my condom.

Spent, I gently laid Priya's hips back on the bed as I hovered above her, still buried deep in her wet, quivering pussy. I lay myself next to her, still within her; her pussy was wrapped so tightly onto my cock that the trapped blood inside my member kept me hard. I gently moved my hips as Priya buried her head in my chest, bringing her to a final, slow rolling crescendo of an orgasm.

We lay there for a while, not saying anything. Priya kept her head on my chest, stroking my arm as I held her tightly. She laughed softly.

"I can hear your heart," she said. She lifted her head and smiled at me, locking eyes with me as she rested her chin on my breastbone.

"How's it sound?"

"Oh, fine. Like a big drum." She wrapped her arms around me and sighed.

* * * * * * *

Priya and I showered, and got our clothes on. Priya looked at the t-shirts and board shorts all over the floor, and then the preppy Izod shirt and khaki shorts I had on from before. She wrapped her arms around my waist as she looked at our reflections in my dresser mirror.

"Tammy told you what to wear today, didn't she," Priya said, laughing.

"Guilty as charged."

"That's OK. She told me what to wear too. 'Tight top and short shorts...rock it, girlfriend.' That's what Tammy said." Priya bit her lip as she continued watching us in the mirror.

"You definitely rock it," I laughed. I pointed to myself in the mirror. "Did the preppy look work for you?"

Priya squeezed me tightly as she looked at my eyes in the reflection. She shook her head. "I don't know. Someone told me you can't see it. You can only feel it."

* * * * * * *

Tammy and David were outside by David's car when we stepped out through the front door. Tammy and Priya's eyes met, and Tammy's jaw dropped for a moment before she covered her mouth, stifling a squeal. David saw our wet hair and gave me a surreptitious thumbs up, before he grimaced in pain as Tammy dug her nails into the back of his thigh.

Priya and I traded phone numbers and said goodbye as Tammy and David pretended they weren't paying attention. I thought about blowing off my shift that night waitering at the Italian restaurant I worked at, but I knew I needed the money, especially if I wanted to take Priya out on a real date. 

"I have to work tonight, but I'll call when I get home," I said. "Will you be up?"

Priya kissed me on the cheek, then on the lips. "Yes. I'll be waiting." She and David hopped into his car as Tammy and I waved goodbye.

Tammy turned to me and gave me a big hug, squeezing me tight. "Thank you," she said.

"I should be thanking you," I snorted. "She's a total babe." I paused for a moment. "She's beautiful."

Tammy hugged me again. "Isn't she awesome? All she needed was a good guy." She smacked me on the arm. "And my brother was the first one I thought of."

* * * * * * *

I didn't get home from work until after midnight, and as I sat in my room, I thought it might be a little late to call Priya. I figured the safe thing to do was to send a text message first.

"hi...u awake?" I typed.

Seconds later, my cell phone lit up. It was Priya.

"Hi! Are you just getting home now?

"Yeah...it was crazy busy," I said. "But it was great, I made almost a hundred bucks in tips tonight. I wasn't sure if you'd still be awake."

"I'm in bed. I told you I'd be waiting."

"You're in bed?" I teased in my best phone pervert voice. "What are you wearing?"

"Stop it," Priya squealed. "I'm in sweats and fuzzy bunny slippers."

"Oh. Well, I'm sure you rock the bunny slippers too."

"Aren't you sweet!" The conversation stalled for a moment.

"Umm...are you around on Saturday?" I asked, as my heart began beating harder. "My dad said I can have the Mustang all day...I was thinking maybe we could go to the beach. Tammy and David are going too. It'll be like a...." My voice faltered.

"Like a double date?" Priya giggled. "Yes. I would love to go to the beach with you. Besides, Tammy already asked me."

"What, she's asking my dates out for me now?" I laughed and shook my head in amazement.

"Well, she had to tell me, because she's said she's taking me out tomorrow to get a new bathing suit. 'A skimpy, scandalous bikini,' she said. What do you think?"

"I think you should listen to my sister." We both laughed.

"Chris, thank you for today. Thank you for...for making me feel beautiful."

I felt myself blushing, but it felt good. My chest swelled out as I answered. "OK, you get to bed. I'll call you tomorrow, alright, beautiful?"

"OK. Goodnight, Chris."

* * * * * * *

It must have been 10 AM or so when I woke up, judging from the sun leaking through the drawn blinds in my room. The house was quiet, so I figured my parents had already gone to work. I had been thinking about Priya all night, and as I rolled over and put the pillow over my head, I felt a steely, unyielding morning hard-on. I was weighing whether I would get more relief from going back to sleep or rubbing one out when I heard my bedroom door open.

"Chris, are you awake?" It was Tammy.

"What do you want?" I groaned, my head still buried under the pillow.

"Hey," she whispered as she shook my shoulder. "Priya told me what you said to her yesterday. About pretty versus beautiful. That was so sweet..." I let out another groan, which became a gasp as I felt her naked body slide under the covers next to mine.

"...and so fucking hot." Tammy's hand slipped over my hard cock, teasing the tip as she peeled back the pillow. I could see she had that look on her face. "I get the itch just thinking about it," she whispered into my ear.

Tammy pressed her mouth on mine, her kiss a combination of Trident gum, cherry Chapstick and pure lust. She wrapped her hand around my hard, thick shaft from behind her back as she straddled my chest. She must have started without me, because she was already sopping wet between the legs. I could feel her moistness spill onto my chest as she rose up on her knees, looking down on me as I lay flat on my back.

"Priya's such a little sweetie..." Tammy teased as she continued pulling on my cock with her right hand. Her left hand drifted down to her wet mound, her forefinger glistening as she lightly traced a path through her widening furrow. Tammy then placed her forefinger on my lips, and then gently pressed it into my mouth, inviting me to taste her. Suddenly, she let go of my cock and withdrew her finger from my hungry mouth. She slapped her tight ass cheeks loudly with both hands, her taut buttocks barely moving with the impact.

"...but I know my brother still wants to fuck his sister's tight little pussy," Tammy finished. Her brown eyes smoldered as she gazed down on me, her pink nipples now erect on her firm breasts. "I need you to touch that place inside me," she whispered as she lowered her chest onto mine. She kissed me softly and smiled. "The place only you and I know about."

Tammy was still straddling me, and with her chest still pressing me into the mattress, she raised her hips. Reaching behind again, she guided my throbbing meat into her wet pussy. Tammy moaned and bit her lip as my fat cockhead stretched her entrance, then sighed deeply as she moved her hips back, driving her slender body onto my cock. I kissed her neck as I felt my cock dipping in and out of her slippery pussy, gradually working its way deeper inside her. Suddenly, I jerked up with a start and threw her off me.

"Are you fucking nuts? I don't have a condom on!"

Tammy was sprawled at the far edge of the bed, leaned up against the wall. Her legs were spread open to me as she teased me with the sight of her wet gash.

"Now that I've been steady with David for awhile, Mom's got me on the pill." Tammy stared me down as she ran her hands up from her dripping pussy, smearing her juices across her tight stomach and up to her breasts. She gave her nipples a hard pinch, then rolled over onto all fours, presenting her lovely hindquarters to me. Her lean, tanned thighs trembled in excitement as she lowered her head down to the bed, her hands crossed behind her back.

"Now get over here and scratch that itch," Tammy moaned.

I knew what Tammy wanted, what she needed. I positioned my hips behind hers, pulling her arms back to me. Tensing my ass and thighs, I gave her twenty hard thrusts in a row, sinking myself balls deep each time. With each thrust, our bodies made a slapping noise, Tammy yelped and her hips dropped a little lower. By the twentieth, Tammy was lying face down on her stomach, and my cockhead was pressed up against her cervix. Tammy was crying out in ecstasy, practically shredding the bedsheets with her fingernails. But I knew she needed more.

I released Tammy's arms and pressed my hips down on hers, steadily sliding my cock over the top of her cervix, until I bottomed out at the back of her vagina. This is where the itch was, the place that made Tammy so crazy that she would fuck her step-brother just to be released from the craving. I felt my cock pop into her cul de sac, and I reared back and started power-fucking her, banging my stiff shaft as deep into her tight canal as it would reach. I grabbed one of Tammy's hands and put it under her lower abdomen, so she could feel my engorged member moving inside her slim torso. Tammy was cumming hard now, and I could feel her pussy clench and unclench in spasms. I timed my thrusts so her snatch would clamp on me at my deepest incursion into her, and listen to her whimpers as I tried to pull back as her pussy held me tightly.

I lunged forward again and held myself there. I was supporting myself on my hands and knees, so that the only point of contact between our bodies was where the tip of my shaft was buried deep into the furthest reaches of Tammy's pussy. Tammy lay on her belly, writhing in passion as I continued to softly spear her in her most tender place

"Is that the spot?" I whispered. Tammy nodded, her mouth open in obvious delight. Holding myself motionless inside Tammy, I was rock-hard, but nowhere near cumming. "Come on, baby," I breathed into Tammy's ear. "Use this cock. Let your brother see you get yourself off."

Tammy lifted her hips slightly and began grinding her hips in small circles, gently increasing and decreasing the pressure against my cock. I had never been inside Tammy without a condom before, and I marveled at how deliciously warm and wet her slippery little pussy felt. I held myself steady, letting Tammy continue working my long, hard shaft against that special spot inside her. Her moans became shrieks and screams as she continued working herself against my meat, like I was a dildo. I leaned over her back, resting my weight on my elbows and forearms, and cupped Tammy's lovely breasts. Each was a perfect handful, warm and firm, and a smile crossed Tammy's face as I began gently pulling and rolling her pert nipples. Tammy's arms were stretched out in front of her, her head lowered and her back arched as she continued greedily pleasuring that spot deep inside her.

As Tammy's breathing shallowed out and became uneven, I knew she was close to cumming again. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as I arched my back and impaled her on my shaft, balls deep, her ass pressed tight into my hips. My step-sister's slender body convulsed as if my cock had been a high voltage power line. I moved my lips to her ear and kissed her gently.

"There, baby. Now you've got all of me," I whispered. I let go of Tammy's hair, letting her head drop down to the pillows again. Raising my hips up, I began rhythmically pounding my sister's pussy, smacking her little ass with my right hand in time with my strokes. Tammy was completely over the edge now, and she totally surrendered her body to my lustful thrusts. Her whole body began shaking as I felt her juices spilling out of her pussy, dripping down all over my balls.

I felt my cum building in my nuts, and I drove my cock deep into Tammy's belly one last time, my hard cock literally pinning Tammy to the mattress. I felt myself get faint as my spunk spilled out of me in a rushing torrent. I emptied myself into Tammy, and felt my load fill up her insides, and then collapsed in a heap by her side.

* * * * * * *

When I woke up, I was alone in my bed, the sheets soaked with sweat and sticky with cum. As I came around again, I could smell bacon frying, and coffee. I pulled on a pair of shorts and padded into the kitchen.

Tammy was showered and dressed, and was at the stove making breakfast. As I slumped down into a chair at the kitchen table, she poured me a glass of orange juice and laid down a loaded plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast in front of me.

"Good morning," she said in a chirpy voice. She was always chipper after I nailed that deep spot in her. Her brown hair was in a ponytail now, and she was wearing a tight black tank top and faded Levi's. She looked at me in my disheveled state and shook her head.

"You'd better eat up and then go take a shower. I just talked to Priya, she's on her way over here now." Tammy came up and hugged me around the shoulders, while stealing a piece of bacon off my plate at the same time.

I looked like a wreck and Tammy had just sucked the life out of me. "Priya's coming over now?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yep," Tammy said with a smirk, as she leaned over and kissed me on top of the head. "It sounds like now she's got an itch that needs scratching, too."

* * * * * * *

I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before Priya arrived. She pulled into the driveway in her used lime-green VW Beetle, which Tammy affectionately called the Flying Snot. My bedroom was still a mess, reeking of sex and with cum all over my bed sheets, and I desperately tried to come up with excuses in case Priya wanted to go in there. Thankfully, Priya and Tammy were in a rush to go shopping, so Priya was content to come sit next to me on the couch in the family room.

"Hey," she said softly, as she came over and gave me a kiss. Priya looked cute in a light blue camisole with white lace trim, a white miniskirt with ruffles, and white canvas Keds sneakers. Priya's jet black hair was up in a high ponytail, which snaked over her left shoulder.

"Hey, yourself," I said as I kissed her back, taking her face in my hands and moving my tongue into her mouth. Priya sighed deeply as our lips finally parted, then smiled and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I thought about you all last night," she said. She giggled into her hand, and then looked up at me. "I know that sounds so corny, but it's true. I barely slept last night."

"Really?" I took Priya's hand as she climbed into my lap. I could feel her warm mound come to rest on top of my exhausted cock. Unbelievably, even after my wild ride with Tammy, I could feel myself begin to stir again.

"Yes!" Priya exclaimed, wriggling about on my crotch. She turned her beautiful brown eyes on me again. "I kept thinking about yesterday...in your room. Just replaying it in my mind." She kissed me on the cheek. "Not once in the whole time I was with my old boyfriend did he ever make me feel...like that."

"Like what?" I asked teasingly, as I stole a kiss on the lips from her.

Priya lowered her eyes, seemingly embarrassed. "Like...like I wanted to have an orgasm." She looked at me again. "Tammy and the other girls would talk about having them, but I never did. I just thought there was something wrong with me. Like maybe that was why I got dumped."

I put my arms around Priya and squeezed her tight, until she started squeaking in protest. "Priya, trust me. There is nothing wrong with you."

I heard Tammy's footsteps as she came into the family room. "Oh God," she said, rolling her eyes upward. "Can't you two keep your hands off each other for five minutes?" She came over and grabbed Priya by the arm, yanking her off my lap and into her arms for a hug. Tammy, looking back, noticed the bulge in my crotch, and gave me a wink. 




Scratching the Itch



"Come on, baby girl. We're buying you a teeny bikini today, and some other sexy clothes too," Tammy said, looking over Priya's shoulder at me. By now I had picked up how protective Tammy was of Priya, almost like she was her big sister, and it made me feel good knowing that Tammy had schemed so hard to get us together. It felt like Tammy and I were finally becoming family. I felt a twinge of guilt about Tammy and me fooling around that morning, but I reasoned that we'd figure that out in time. Right now, my step-sister had hooked me up with her hottest friend, and I was living in the moment.

Tammy gave Priya a light smack on the butt as Priya yelped, literally jumping in the air in surprise. Then Tammy looked at me again, a sly, wicked smile on her lips. "Then, we can come back here and you can model it all for my brother, and drive him crazy," she said.

Priya came over to me, biting her lower lip. "So you'll be here when we get back?"

"Wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."

"Good," Priya said, as she kissed me and then scampered back to Tammy, her tight ass shimmying the ruffles of her miniskirt as she moved.

"Bye, Chris," the two girls said in unison as they locked arms and scooted out to Priya's car.

* * * * * * *

I rushed to my room, opening the windows and ripping the sheets off the bed. I took the bedding into the basement and threw it into the washing machine, then straightened out my room in anticipation of Tammy and Priya's return. Once I got everything squared away, I sat in my room at my computer, absentmindedly browsing the web, waiting for Tammy and Priya to get back.

About 2 PM, I heard Priya's Beetle pull into the driveway, and my heart jumped. However, I was determined to play it cool, so I stayed in my swivel chair as I heard the two girls come down the hallway to my room.

"OK, Chris, are you ready for your fashion show?" Tammy asked. Priya stood next to her, excitedly clasping shopping bags in each arm. I recognized Abercrombie & Fitch, American Apparel, and, most tantalizingly, Victoria's Secret.

"Sure," I said, my shit-eating grin totally compromising the nonchalant air I was trying to exude.

"OK, go in my room and start changing," Tammy said to Priya, shooing her down the upstairs hallway. Tammy spun my chair around so I faced toward the door and then sat on the edge of my bed.

"This is going to be so freaking hot," she giggled at me.

Priya sashayed into the room, her lithe form striding confidently like a runway model. She tried to keep a straight face, but as she caught my eye, she began to smile and giggle. Her first outfit was a bright yellow summer dress that fell down just above her knees. It wasn't super tight; rather, it just hugged her body in the right places, at the bust, along her lean torso and her hips. The skirt of the dress fell gracefully toward her knees, and as she spun around on her feet to model it, it billowed out, revealing a hint of her toned thighs. The scoop neck showed the soft cleft between her breasts, but Priya's nipples were already poking through the top.

"Something casual and easy for during the day," Tammy announced, like she were on the red carpet beat.

Priya leaned over and kissed me, laughing as she caught looking down into her cleavage. Then she made her exit, wiggling her ass and making the long drop of fabric dance with the movement of her hips.

"Next up, the beach look," Tammy intoned, raising an eyebrow toward me.

Priya came in next wearing a big, oversize A&F hoodie that hung down to the middle of her bare thighs.

"Well, that doesn't look very sexy," I opined, tongue in cheek.

Priya stopped in the middle of the room and fixed me with her eyes. With one movement, she unzipped the hoodie and dropped it to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a simple, very revealing, red bikini. The halter top slid around on a string, so Priya's small cleavage was fully revealed, and tastefully revealed the swell of her small, firm breasts. The bottom had a low rise, and beautifully molded the three-finger wide expanse of her tender mound between her thighs. Priya kept her eyes on mine as she walked closer, stopping right in front of me. I bent down and tenderly kissed her the smooth caramel skin of her flat stomach, right between her navel and the top of her bikini bottom. I felt Priya shiver with excitement as she wound her hands around the back of my neck and pressed me in further.

"Hey! Do you two mind! I'm still here in the room," Tammy exclaimed. Priya giggled again, and spun around to show me the rear view. It was as delectable as the front, as the high-rise cut in the back showed a wide expanse of Priya's toned flanks. As she teased me by softly swaying her hips, I leaned forward and bit her firmly on her right ass cheek.

"AIEEE!!" Priya cried, half in surprise and half in enjoyment. I drew my hand back and gave her a tight slap on the bare skin of her ass, delighting in the sharp popping sound my blow made. Priya cried out again, and scooted out of the room, her eyes meeting mine in a look of pure lust. I could feel my erection building inside my shorts. Tammy was right, Priya was teasing the shit out of me.

"You're going to love this last bit," Tammy whispered over to me as Priya reentered the room one last time. "I picked it all out myself." Tammy paused for a moment and looked me in the eye. "All of it," she emphasized. With that, Tammy got up, squeezed my arm and closed the door behind her.

Priya reentered this time wearing a slinky little black miniskirt which rode high on her waist and which stopped at about mid-thigh. On her legs, she was wearing black stockings, and she had shiny black pumps on her feet. Up top, she was wearing a silver satin long-sleeve blouse with a fitted waist that accentuated her modest breasts nicely. Priya's hair was down on her shoulders now, and she had put on red lip gloss; the whole outfit gave her a much more mature and sophisticated look. 

Priya moved confidently to the center of the room, her girlish giggles of before replaced by a sultry glower as she faced me. She unbuttoned one button on her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra and the succulent roundlets of her pert breasts.

"Man, you are killing it in that outfit," I stammered, my eyes fixated on her jutting bust and hard nipples. Priya gave me a small smile as she walked toward me with her hands on her hips, one leg gliding in front of the other. Raising one leg, she pushed her black pump against my chest and pushed my chair back until it bumped against the desk behind me. I could see the black lace band at the top of her stockings, and the garter which ran along her thigh until it disappeared beneath her miniskirt. Staring at me with those unblinking black pools, Priya slowly moved her foot down my chest, over my stomach, until the polished toe of her spike heel pump was buried in my crotch, toying with my stiffening cock.

Priya leaned forward, her wet, red lips pursed in a smirk. She placed her right elbow on her knee and crooked her forefinger toward me in a come-hither gesture. As I shifted forward, my cock still lightly pinned to the chair, she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Priya started out teasing me with her tongue as I tasted her cherry-flavored lip gloss, but then she just took a deep breath and sucked my tongue so hard that I when our lips parted, I was gasping for breath. She took her toe out of my throbbing crotch, and leaning forward, lifted my arms up and stripped my t-shirt off me.

Priya's face broke into a wicked little smile as she stood back for a second, then she lunged upon me again for another savage kiss. I could feel her unbutton my shorts, then felt her hands move to my hips. With a single pull, she ripped my shorts and boxers off my body, casting them aside.

Priya rose up, standing over me as I sat naked in my swivel chair, leering approvingly at my fully erect cock. Turning around, she sauntered away from me to the other side of the room, her sexy hips and ass grinding to some rhythm I couldn't hear. Once she reached the far side of the room, she stopped and turned her head over her shoulder toward me. Pursing her lips, she smiled and blew me a kiss, then turned away.

As I sat in my chair, totally naked and absolutely out of my mind with desire, Priya began doing a striptease for me. First, she placed both her hands behind her back, one hand grabbing the waist of her skirt at the small of her back, and the other slowly unzipping it. Priya gave her hips a shimmy and the miniskirt fell around her stockings legs, revealing her lovely caramel bottom encased in lace black panties. As she kicked the skirt to one side, Priya began unbuttoning her satin blouse, first lazily undoing the cuffs, then the front, all with her back still turned to me.

Turning back toward me, Priya took off her blouse and stood there as I admired her beautiful petite form. Priya's lacy black bra pushed up her modest breasts, displaying a dramatic décolletage which was so sexy on such a small girl. She held herself perfectly erect, as my gaze wandered down to her black lace panties, down her garters and stockings, ending at the spike heels on which she was delicately perched.

Suddenly, Priya dropped to her knees, and then to all fours. With her eyes fixed on mine, she lowered her head until it was inches from the carpet and began crawling toward me. She moved like a cat in heat, her swaying ass held high in the air as she slunk on her hands and knees across the room. Reaching where I sat, Priya raised her head up between my thighs, flipping her shiny black hair over her back with a flick of her head. Without a word, she took into her soft mouth as I put my head back and closed my eyes.

Priya's mouth felt as amazing as her pussy did; her soft, wet lips wrapped around my shaft as she wasted no time in working my pole over with her tongue. Despite Priya's petite size, it was obvious from the start that she was orally talented, and after taking a couple of minutes to warm up, I gasped in surprise as she calmly looked up into my eyes as she drove my meat into the back of her throat. Priya's angelic face was incongruous with the sloppy sounds my cock was making as she took my fat cockhead deep without a single gag. I smiled to myself, wondering what other secrets this sweet little thing was holding back from me.

I moved my foot between her legs, and gently brushed her clit through her panties with my toe. Priya gave me an appreciative moan and a tender squeeze on my thigh as she brought me right to the edge of my orgasm.

As I felt my load begin to rise in my balls, I gently took Priya's face in my hands, backing away slightly so she wouldn't gag on my seed. I came in thick, forceful spurts, which Priya hungrily swallowed as she caressed the underside of my shaft with my tongue. She sucked me dry, and then smiled and tenderly kissed the tip of my softening shaft. She got off her knees and sat in my lap, resting her head on my shoulder.

Looking into my eyes again, Priya reached behind her and undid her bra strap, releasing her breasts from the constraints of her pushup bra. She kicked off her pumps and undid her garters, then slowly rolled down her stockings, first the left leg, then the right. Finally, with another shimmy of her hips, she slid off her garter and her panties, until I felt the moist warmth of her bare mound on my reawakening manhood.

Through all of this, neither Priya nor I had spoken a single word. Instead, we had communicated through our eyes in some kind of semaphore code that only we knew. But now, as Priya wrapped her arms around my neck, she put her lips to my ear.

"Scratch my itch," she whispered.

My heart leapt in my chest. What had Tammy told her? I searched Priya's face for a clue, but all I could see was a beautiful woman begging to be taken. Lust chased all other thoughts from my mind as I picked Priya up and carried her over to my waiting bed. 

My 18-year old hormones and the sight and feel of Priya's naked body had reinvigorated my shaft, and now it was as hard as tempered steel. I laid her onto my bed, and reached into my nightstand for a condom. Priya took it from my hand.

"No. I want to do it," she said, smiling up at me. She opened the wrapper and placed the condom on my tip with her right hand while she held my firm shaft with her left. She gave my dick a shake, biting her lip as she considered its heft and stiffness. Then she slowly rolled the rubber down onto my dick, and laid back onto the bed.

Hearing Tammy's words from Priya's mouth had awakened a primal lust in me, and where I had been a tender lover yesterday, now I was intent on taking her fully, leaving no doubt that she was mine. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I slipped easily into her entrance. Priya's eyes opened wide in surprise and I heard a sharp intake of breath as I gently but firmly took her almost to her cervix on my initial thrust. Priya's pussy was still tight, but she seemed much more at ease today than yesterday. I watched Priya carefully, wanting to make sure I wasn't hurting her, but her eyes told me I was taking her where she wanted to go.

I leaned forward and kissed Priya, moving down her neck and biting her on the shoulder. Her hands slid down the small of my back and wrapped around my ass, and she began to pull me deeper into her. I looked into her eyes, and shook my head.

"Not yet," I said.

I began slowly pistoning deep inside Priya, not with the punishing thrusts I used with Tammy, but with enough force that each lunge I made elicited an ecstatic grunt from Priya's delicate mouth. She had now wrapped her arms around my back and locked her ankles around me, locked in an embrace as I continued to ravish her.

I began playing with Priya, rearing back like I was going to spear her deep, and then only letting her have a shallow prod. Priya gave a disappointed moan and then squeezed me around my waist with her legs. Taken aback at the power she had in her slender thighs, I winced as Priya gave me a sly smile.

"Don't be a tease, Chris," Priya said. "You know what I want."

This time, I reared back for real and started pounding her little pussy without mercy. Priya arched her back, shrieking with pleasure as I slammed her deep, nearing her tender places again. I felt her pussy relax a little more, and I made my first thrust to her cervix. I calibrated my lunge just right, not bashing her, but just nuzzling the hard ring with my tip. I felt Priya's pussy flood, soaking my balls in her juices. Her pussy began spasming, but I kept tapping her there, pushing her into one climax after another. Priya wrapped her body tightly around mine again and then she surprised me, biting me hard on my neck as she dug her fingernails into my back, scratching me from the shoulder blades down to the small of my back.

I pulled my cock out of Priya with an audible plop, and flipped her over on her belly. Grabbing her from behind at the hips, I pulled her up onto all fours as I lined my hips up behind hers and shoved my cock back inside her wet, willing pussy. I pressed myself deep inside Priya again as she buried her face in the pillows, muffling her cries of passion. I felt myself go right up to her cervix again, and as I battered her from behind, she gradually dropped her hips until she was laying flat on her stomach.

From this position, I lifted my hips slightly, feeling my tip slip over the top of her cervix and bottom out in the deepest part of her pussy. Here, I took care to be gentle, and my slightest moves were enough to launch Priya into a St. Vitus Dance of sexual passion. Priya's hands tightly clutched my bed sheets, as I tenderly lifted her hair and put my lips to her ear.

"Oh, you're going to love this..." I said in a low growl.

I withdrew my cock halfway, gathering Priya's juices on my left forefinger. As I reentered and bottomed out inside her again, I placed my finger at the yielding center of the firm ring of her anus. Priya moaned louder as I entered to the first knuckle, then screamed in delight as I sank it to the second knuckle, then all the way in. I could feel the pressure of my finger on my throbbing cock, and that was enough to push me over the edge. My balls rose up, and my load began spilling into my condom. As I felt myself empty myself inside Priya, I began smacking her on the ass with my right hand as I pressed myself balls deep inside her.

Priya's little body began shaking as she broke down into sobs of delirious euphoria, caught in the throes of a giant, mind-erasing orgasm. Finally, I withdrew my finger and my cock and held her until she went to sleep in my arms.

* * * * * * *

I led Priya down the stairs to the family room about an hour later. Her legs were a little unsteady and she was kind of in a daze, but she had a big smile on her face as she hugged Tammy on the way out.

"I have to go, honey. I'm baby-sitting for the neighbors tonight, but I'll give you a call, OK."

Tammy squeezed Priya tightly. "You definitely call me, baby girl." She whispered something in Priya's ear and then looked at me. My mind flashed to what Priya had said about scratching her itch, and to where she might have gotten that. I knew I had to talk to Tammy once Priya left.

I carried Priya's shopping bags out to her car. "So I guess I won't see you tonight?" I asked.

Priya leaned up to me and kissed me. "Mmmm...I wish. But these kids are a handful and they don't stay in bed. Besides, tomorrow we're going to the beach!" She gave me a big hug. "I'll call you once the kids are asleep, OK?" Priya hopped her car as drove off as I waved goodbye.

When I got back into the house, Tammy was sitting on the couch in the family room, giggling at me.

"What the hell did you do to her?" Tammy asked, shaking her head at me. "She was screaming like a banshee, and she looks like she doesn't know where she is."

"What the hell did you tell her?" I yelled. "Where the hell does she come up with asking me to scratch her itch?"

"Don't be stupid," Tammy snorted. "I definitely didn't tell her anything about us. Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm the one who choreographed your whole little romp up there."

"What are you talking about?"

Tammy had a smug look on her face as she held her hands out, examining her nail polish. "The striptease? The crawl on all fours? The bit where she teases your dick with her shoe? All my ideas, big guy."

I stood there, still not comprehending what Tammy was talking about. She got up off the couch and put her arms around me in a sisterly hug and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Priya is a doll. That's why I wanted you to meet her. But she keeps it all bottled up inside, like good girls are supposed to. I was just trying to let her be a bad girl for once. But she's such a little kitten that she's got no idea how to be bad, so I had to feed her some lines."

Tammy rolled her eyes upward, then looked at me again. "Don't look so shocked. The poor girl needed to get fucked hard for once, OK?" She smiled again. "And from the looks of it, she's going to want you to do it again."

"And the bit about scratching the itch?" I asked.

"I just told her to say it. Nothing more." Tammy stifled a laugh. "I know how to push your buttons, and I knew you'd fuck her silly once she said that."

I smiled and shook my head at Tammy. "You are a manipulative little bitch, you know that?"

Tammy shrugged her shoulders. "What are you complaining about? Tell me that wasn't the best sex you've ever had." She gave me a coy smile. "Besides with me, that is."

"You're a fucking nutjob. Look what she did to me!" I lifted my t-shirt and turned my back toward Tammy, showing her the angry red welts that tracked down my back.

"Oh my God! Priya did that to you?" Tammy shrieked, succumbing to a fit of hysterical giggles. When she finally regained her composure, she sat down on the couch and crossed her arms. "Well, it looks like your little kitten has claws," she said, leaning back. "Good for her."




Scratching the Itch



* * * * * * *

Everything was good, at least for a week or so. Tammy, David, Priya and I went to the beach in the Mustang the next day and had a great time. David asked me why I was keeping my shirt on when it was such a gorgeous day. Priya and Tammy just gave each other looks and tried not to laugh.

Priya and I were having a great summer together, hanging out by the pool, cruising around in the Mustang, going to the movies, and, when the opportunity presented itself, throwing our bodies together for awesome, body-slapping sex. I couldn't stay angry at Tammy; things in my life were just too good. That is, until Priya dropped a bombshell on me right around July 4th, and naturally, I blamed Tammy.

"How could you not tell me?" I hissed at Tammy when I got her alone in her room. 

"What are you talking about, geek?" Tammy asked insouciantly.

"Priya just told me she's going to India to visit her grandparents for a month. Don't tell me you didn't know about that, you two tell each other everything."

Tammy put a finger on her chin. "Hmmm...you know, that does seem to ring a bell."

"You totally suck, Tammy. You get me all hot and heavy with one of your friends when you know she's taking off for a month. By the time she gets back, the summer's practically over."

Tammy jabbed a finger in my chest. "Listen, fucker. If you even think about dumping Priya while she's over there, I swear to God I will cut your balls off myself."

"Take it easy. I didn't say I was going to dump her. I just said it sucks you didn't tell me."

Once I said I wasn't going to dump Priya, Tammy's attitude toward me eased. She plopped down on her bed and looked up at me.

"I'm sorry, Chris. It was just that I really wanted Priya to have a good summer, especially after that dick boyfriend of hers broke up with her like that. It would have been so sad for her if she got dumped, moped around for three weeks and then had to go to India for a month so her grandfather could try to put her in some arranged marriage. I mean, what kind of a summer is that?"

I did a double take at Tammy. "Back up. You're telling me that while I'm supposed to be waiting patiently for Priya, she's going over there to get married to some guy she's never even met yet?"

Tammy gave me her exasperated look again. "No, stupid. I mean, he might try to introduce her to some dork over there, but Priya wants no part of it. Her parents don't even want her to think about it until she's out of college anyway." Tammy grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed next to her.

"Look, you and Priya have had fun together, right? And you know she's worth waiting for. So you can't be mad at me for introducing you to her, because if I had told you everything upfront, you'd never have agreed to meet her in the first place."

I had to agree with Tammy's logic, which was pretty scary. But she was right. I enjoyed being around Priya more than any other girl I'd known before. The sex was a bonus on top of that. And if Tammy had told me the truth at the beginning, I'd probably be boning one of her dumb bimbo friends now instead.

"Besides, she gets back on August 10th," Tammy added. "You still have almost three weeks after that until you two go off to school, and then you're both in Boston together." Her face took on a dejected look. "I'm jealous of you two. I'm going to be stuck at UMass while David's off hitting on some senator's daughter in New Haven at Yale. I hope you'll set me up with somebody when I get dumped."

I put my arm around Tammy. "Relax, nobody's getting dumped. Not Priya, not you. I'll suck it up for the month. Scout's honor."

Tammy brightened up. "I knew you'd see the light," she said gaily. She laid her head on my shoulder. "Besides, I might let myself be a bad girl with you while Priya's away," Tammy whispered in my ear.

* * * * * * * 

The first couple of days after Priya left were awful. I jerked off constantly, but my blue balls still ached horribly. Tammy was being a little tease, dressing in tight outfits and sunning herself by the pool in her skimpiest bikinis. But we were on opposite sides of the same coin. I was trying to not cheat on Priya, and that included Tammy. And Tammy seemed to be content to tease me relentlessly, but out of respect to Priya, she wasn't going to make the first move.

On the fourth day after Priya left, I was laying on my bed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, debating whether to jerk off for the third time of the day or to jump in the pool and swim some laps. It was 9:45 AM. My folks were at work, and I could hear Tammy moving about in her room. She came down the hallway and poked her head in my door, her arms full of clothes.

"Hey, Mom asked me to do laundry, so if you have anything you want washed, bring it down to the laundry room now."

I got up off my bed and disinterestedly kicked the dirty clothes that were littered all over the carpet into a pile, then scooped them up and headed for the basement. When I got there, Tammy was leaned up against the washing machine with the top open, putting detergent into the loaded washer. She was dressed in just a white baby doll t-shirt that exposed her midriff, and baby blue low-cut panties that rode high on her hips. By now, Tammy's tan was perfect, and I could tell she was keeping up with her aerobics as I watched her ass tighten as she got on tip-toes to put the laundry detergent back on the shelf. Like a hungry lion looking at the lame wildebeest at the back of the herd, I liked what I saw and instinctively moved in for the kill.

Dropping my clothes on the floor, I moved in behind her. "Let me help you with that," I said as I pressed my stirring cock up against Tammy's ass, pinning her up against the washer. I circled my right hand around her waist, holding my palm against the warm skin of her toned stomach, while my left reached under her t-shirt, cupping her bare breast.

"Chris, stop it," Tammy protested feebly. It wasn't even really a protest, because as she said it, she was grinding herself against my stiff cock, which was now straining against the fabric of my bathing suit. I moved both hands to her breasts and gave her rising nipples a hard tweak, as Tammy craned her head back and began kissing me furiously.

I flipped the washer lid down and hit the start button, and the washer began filling with water. Tammy leaned on the top of the washing machine with her elbows and forearms, her legs spread wide as she offered her backside up to my caressing touches. I slid my right hand around her right ass cheek, giving her an affectionate squeeze before steering my hand to the panty-clad mound which she was lifting into my grasp. I began softly massaging Tammy's pussy, feeling her rapidly begin to soak through her cotton panties.

By now the machine had begun the wash cycle, and I could feel its vibrations as I pressed Tammy up against the cold, hard steel. I slid my hands up Tammy's sides, fondling her breasts, then pulling her skimpy t-shirt over her head. I moved my hands down to her waist, working my two middle fingers under the elastic waistband on each hip. With an easy pull, I slipped Tammy's panties off and placed the tip of my twitching cock at her moistening entrance.

I began working myself inside Tammy slowly, taking deep, full strokes at a lazy pace. I wanted to make myself last, but I was so horny that I felt like I could come at any minute. I held myself deep inside Tammy, pinning her against the washer as the vibrations of the machine jostled her tender insides against my insistent cock. Tammy loved the sensation and she arched her hips out to meet my pressure, pressing her shaking deep spot against my meat.

As the washer kicked into the spin cycle, I pulled out of Tammy and spun her around so that she was facing me. I picked her up by her ass as she wrapped her arms and legs around me and put my cock back inside her. Then I turned myself around, so that my ass was pressed up against the washer. I held my forehead against Tammy's and gave her an evil grin.

"Hang on tight, sister...I'm taking you on the ride of your life," I said, as I slowly removed my hands from her ass, making sure she was still grabbing me tightly. Then I put my hands up onto the washer, got up on my toes and scooted my ass back until I was seated on the lid. Tammy was now impaled on my lap, our sweating bodies pressed against each other, and as the washer shook, my shaft was like a flesh and blood vibrator buried deep inside her quivering canal.

"Oh fuck," Tammy screamed as her orgasms began coming hard and heavy. I didn't have to move a muscle as Tammy literally tore herself apart in my lap, the vibrations from the washer turning her into a trembling wreck. I heard a click as the washing machine shut itself off, and Tammy collapsed into my chest, completely spent.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, little girl," I murmured to Tammy as I put my hands under her ass and picked her up again. Her head was buried in my neck, and her soft whimpering only aroused me more. With my rock-hard shaft still inside her, I eased myself off the washing machine and carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.

I lowered my hips and gently laid Tammy onto my bed, pulling my love-slickened cock out of her pussy. As she unwrapped her arms from around my neck, I kissed her tenderly, brushing my hands lightly over her hardened nipples. Tammy looked up at me in wonder, amazed that I was ready to take her one more time. Without a word, I turned Tammy onto her stomach and plunged my shaft into her now-gaping hole.

Tammy's bout with the washing machine had loosened her up, and with a few thrusts, I was bottoming out inside her again. I pulled out halfway and gathered Tammy's dripping juices on my left forefinger, and, just like I had with Priya, put my finger at the soft center of her firm butthole. As I thrust myself back into her pussy, I slid my finger into her tight ass at the same time, eliciting a howl of pleasure. Tammy shrieked as I gently wriggled my finger, increasing the pressure against my cock, and I felt her body shake as her final orgasm consumed her. Tammy's spasming pussy finally pushed me over the edge, and I felt my balls emptying their milky load into Tammy. She began whimpering again, her hands pounding the mattress as I pressed my hips against hers, the slightest movements of my finger making her body jerk spastically. Finally, Tammy became still, the only sound in the room coming from her shallow breathing.

Tammy moaned as I withdrew from both her holes, her lithe body glistening with sweat. For once, she didn't have a smartass remark for me, no sarcastic comment, no smirking grin. Tammy simply laid her head next to mine and watched me as I fell asleep. As I drifted off, I realized something had just changed between us, but I was too tired to figure it out.

* * * * * * * 

When I woke up, Tammy was still there, her head lying on the pillow next to mine. She smiled at me and moved her head closer for a kiss.

"Hey you," she said tenderly. We were both still naked, lying on top of the covers. Tammy wriggled next to me, pressing her body close to mine. She was looking into my eyes, but differently, like Priya did. It was making me a little uncomfortable. Before, our couplings had been free of emotions, but I sensed something had happened while I'd been asleep.

"What are you still doing here," I asked suspiciously.

Tammy gave her hair a shake. "I don't know. I just wanted to lie next to you. I wanted to be here when you woke up. Come on, get up and I'll make us some lunch."

I got up and jumped into the shower, just standing under the warm water. I jumped when I felt Tammy climb in with me, her chin nuzzling my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"What are you doing, Tammy?"

"I wanted to take a shower with you," she said innocently, as she began soaping my back. We had never taken a shower together before, and it felt weird at first, but it wasn't long before our limbs were entangled and we were kissing each other passionately. I turned off the shower and carried Tammy, dripping wet, back to her bed.

I chalked it up to my exhaustion from our prior sexual bout, but now as I lay with Tammy, I was surprised at how tender I was with her. The hair-pulling and punishing thrusts were gone, replaced by soft caresses and lingering kisses. We lay like that for another two hours, until Tammy, now completely drained, lay her head down and went to sleep. This time, it was my turn to watch my sleeping sibling as she lay peacefully beside me.

* * * * * * * 

At dinner, I knew for sure that something was different between Tammy and me. While my parents chatted and asked about our day, we couldn't take our eyes off one another. When Dad and Susan went inside to watch the news, leaving us to clear the table, they had barely left the kitchen before Tammy and I were locked in an embrace, kissing one another with fervent desire.

Tammy was going out to the movies with David that night, and he was coming over to pick her up. She looked gorgeous in a loose grey sweater that slipped off one shoulder, but fit snugly as it wrapped around her bottom. On her legs, she had on tight black leggings and black open-toe high heels. Her hair was done beautifully, and she had obviously spent time on her makeup. As I took in the whole picture, I realized that she was dressed way too well for a night at the movies; she was dressing up for me.

David stepped in to say hello to my parents and me before he and Tammy left for the show. As they walked toward the front door, Tammy looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes meeting mine with a look of seething desire.

* * * * * * * 

That night, I woke up around 2 AM. I had been dreaming about Priya, and I felt the now-familiar dull ache of desire in my loins. I rolled over, feeling my stiff cock press against my lower abdomen as my swollen helmet slid over the waistband of my boxers.

I got up out of bed and trod quietly down the upstairs hallway. I checked to see if Dad and Susan's light was out and that their door was closed tightly, putting my ear to the door to make sure they were asleep. Then, turning around, I gently turned the knob to Tammy's room and stepped inside, softly closing the door behind me. 

Tammy's blinds were completely drawn, so I stood still for a few moments, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness. Her room was a still-life of her position between being a girl and a young woman, as the stuffed animals on her shelves looked down onto eyeliner, lip gloss and copies of Cosmopolitan. 

I moved over to the side of the bed, pulled back the covers slightly and slid my body next to hers. Tammy showed no alarm at my presence as she stirred, but simply turned her slender body next to mine as our arms and legs wrapped around each other. I put a finger to her lips, silencing her, and then pressed my body against hers as we met in a soft, deep kiss. 

To my surprise, Tammy was completely naked under the sheets, and she quickly stripped me of my boxers so that all I felt was her soft skin next to mine. She had gone out to the movies with David that night, and I could still smell her perfume. It was the same one which Priya liked, and as our warm bodies delicately writhed against each other, I began to imagine that it was Priya who lay next to me. 

Instead of taking Tammy with the wild, sweaty thrusting which normally accompanied our secret couplings, I gently caressed her hips and ass as I slowly drew my body atop of hers and began to enter her. We took one another with the most imperceptible movements, careful not to make any sound which might wake our parents across the hall. 

Still fantasizing that it was Priya who lay under me and not Tammy, I began to whisper in her ear how much I craved her body and how much I wanted to please her. Tammy purred in contentment, her hands moving over my broad back and down my muscular arms as I silently drove my meaty lance into her deepest place, the one which only I knew. Without realizing it or thinking about the consequences, I wasn't fucking my step-sister anymore; I was making love to her. 

Tammy had thrown her legs around my hips, her hands grasping my clenched ass as she pulled me into her as far as I could go. To thrust would make too much noise, so as I bottomed out against the back wall of Tammy's wet pussy, I began clenching and unclenching my buttocks, making my engorged tip flutter deep inside her. Tammy's pussy flooded with hot wetness, and I felt her begin to convulse uncontrollably. She began to mewl a little too loud for comfort, so I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue deep into her willing mouth and stifling her cries. 

I felt my orgasm building inside me, so I slid my arms under Tammy's back, each hand hooked around the tops of her shoulders. I pulled Tammy firmly onto my hard cock, feeling her tender deep spot yield to my jutting hard-on. She quickly built to her climax as I spurted my hot, sticky load deep inside her, the cum bursting forth in such quantity that I felt it dripping out of her. Tammy's tensed body began to relax, and I withdrew my softening shaft from her. I kissed her, first on the lips, then tenderly on the forehead, wrapping my arms around her. 

"That was so beautiful, Chris," Tammy whispered as she tenderly gazed into my eyes. "I had no idea that you and me could make love like that." She squeezed me tight against her warm body as my mind raced.

My head swam as I tried to comprehend what had happened today. Tammy and I had progressed from a one-night stand to fuck buddies, then to brother and sister, and now to lovers, and I knew that this could not end well. 

Staring up at the ceiling, I struggled with the realization that my step-sister and I were falling in love. I stroked Tammy's hair as she kissed me softly over my heart, then laid her head on my chest and drifted off to sleep. 

* * * * * * *

I woke up the next morning with a start. I was still in Tammy's room, and I could hear our parents stirring as they got ready for work. Tammy's drawn blinds had caused me to oversleep, and now I feared having Dad or Susan poke their head in and see me and Tammy buck naked in bed together.

"Tammy, wake up!" I whispered in her ear.

Tammy stirred but didn't open her eyes. She rolled over to me and threw her arms around me, kissing me softly again and again.

"Mmmm...I like waking up next to you," she cooed. 

"Stop it!" I hissed. "Mom and Dad are up. What are we going to do?"

Tammy opened her eyes, but she seemed surprisingly calm, given the situation. "Did you close your bedroom door last night?"

"Yeah."

"Then don't worry. They never wake us up when we're on vacation." She kissed me again, and slid her hands down onto my hips.

She was right. Dad and Susan both worked in Boston, and liked to get to their offices early. They got ready together and left in one car for the train station, where they took the commuter rail for a one-hour trip into North Station. If we didn't have school, they let us be, and left a note in the kitchen or called later in the morning.

Tammy continued kissing me, her hands now stroking my awakening shaft. She gave me a coy look as she slid her body on top of mine and mounted me. Like the night before, our lovemaking was quiet and gentle, but there was an undeniable excitement as we enjoyed our forbidden love while our parents were just outside our door. Tammy gently circled her hips as she took my cock into herself, and she climaxed just as we heard our parents drive off to the station.

Tammy and I slept together for the rest of the week, and soon our time together was crowding out everything else. Tammy spent less and less time with David, and I was becoming less attentive to Priya, not answering her emails and blowing her off when she wanted to chat online from her grandparents' house in India. Tammy broke a date with David so she could sneak off to a movie with me, where I buried my hand in her panties for two hours and got her off three times. Tammy and I knew it was wrong, but we were happy, so we weren't stopping.




Scratching the Itch



It started out as just another Saturday night – me, Terry, Jezza and a few other lads going out into Luton for a few beers and a bit of fun. Then Terry mentioned some gay celebrity he'd seen mincing about on TV before he came out, and we were into the usual shared rant about how queers were taking over, and soon it'd be compulsory to take it up the arse. I'm Chris Turner by the way, and I'm from a small town about 30 miles north of London. I was 22 at the time; I'm six-feet-one, lean but muscular, with close-cropped blond hair, blue eyes, generally considered pretty good looking. I want to make it clear right from the start: I was never a fascist. I've always considered the British National Party and their like to be a bunch of scumbag racist wankers, and I had several mates who were black or Asian. I wasn't even that bothered about poofs, I just thought they shouldn't be doing their nancy-boy routines in public: if they wanted to suck each other's cocks they should do it in private and not ram it down everyone else's throat – so to speak.

Anyway, Paul Murphy came out with the story he'd told us half a dozen times about how his little brother had been supposedly raped by a queer, then someone mentioned the Moonlight Lounge. It was a cocktail bar in Luton well known as a gay hangout. I'm not sure how, but somehow we decided to go down there and cause a bit of a ruck. I wasn't keen, I'd rather have stayed in the pub drinking, but if all the others were going I couldn't just sit there like Johnny no-mates drinking on my own, could I?

The Lounge was down a narrow dimly-lit back street near the station, and we lounged about on a corner. It all seemed pretty quiet for a while, then two blokes came out. They gave each other a peck on the lips and headed off in different directions. The one coming our way was on the other side of the street but, led by Jezza, we crossed the road and blocked his path. His head was down and he didn't seem to notice us until he was a couple of feet away, then Jezza jeered "Oi, queer, d'ya fancy givin' me a snog too?" We all looked on and laughed.

He looked alarmed and, mumbling "Excuse me", tried to go round us. Jezza banged shoulders with the guy then, before he got past us all, someone punched him in the gut and he dropped to his knees, wheezing. That seemed to set off a feeding frenzy. Have you ever seen those wildlife programmes on TV, where a pack of hyenas all descend on an injured wildebeest? That's what it reminded me of. Terry brought up his knee under the guy's chin and sent him sprawling in the road then boots were flying in and blokes were stamping on him as he tried to roll away, or curl into a ball to protect himself, or something. At first I just stood back feeling horrified. I'd been involved in a few fights at soccer matches, but always on the fringes – you get the odd kick in, maybe take a punch in the head, and it's all something to laugh about in the pub afterwards while you tell your mates what a big man you are. What was happening to this bloke was serious violence that could do permanent damage. 

As I say, I didn't really get involved, but then one of the lads was staring at me so I closed in and had a kick – not with the toe of my trainer, more a shove at the bloke's chest with the sole of my foot really. A glint caught my eye and I turned sideways to see Paul Murphy closing in on him with a Stanley knife. The poof had seen it too, and his eyes were locked onto it, with a look of pure terror. That was getting too heavy for my liking, and without even thinking about it I kicked Murphy, hard, in the back of his leg. He fell to one knee and dropped the knife in surprise; I kicked out at it and it skittered across the road. At that point we heard a siren rapidly getting closer and we scattered in all directions.

I found myself with Murphy and Terry, and as soon as we were clear I slammed Murphy against the wall – he's a good six inches shorter than me - and snarlingly asked him what the fuck he'd been playing at with the knife. He muttered something about cutting out the queer's heart and giving it to his brother - wanker! We stood glaring at each other for a few seconds then Terry pulled me off him and eased the tension a bit by saying, "Yeah, well, it was worth it just to see that arse bandit piss hisself." Terry suggested we head back to the pub to join up with the lads again, but I really wasn't in the mood so I mooched off home. I didn't sleep well that night.

By the morning I'd managed to convince myself we really hadn't done the guy too much damage, that it had looked worse than it was. Then in the afternoon I was slumped in front of the telly waiting for a live football game when a regional news bulletin came on first. As the opening picture came up I sat bolt upright in my chair and literally dropped the can of lager I was holding. I didn't even notice the beer soaking into the carpet as I listened to the newsreader speaking behind the picture.

"A 34-year old lecturer at the University of Bedfordshire was viciously attacked in Luton last night in what the police are describing as a shocking unprovoked incident. Stephen Rose was just leaving a popular nightspot when he was set upon by a gang of youths at around 10.30pm. He is in the Intensive Care Unit at Bedfordshire Royal Infirmary, where his condition is described as stable. A knife which was used in the attack was recovered from the scene and a 20-year old man is being held in custody. Police are studying CCTV footage from the town centre and have appealed for witnesses to the incident."

I switched off the TV; I was suddenly no longer in the mood for football. I felt as if I wanted to throw up. The guy had looked as if we'd pummelled him with baseball bats – one eye swollen completely shut, a cheekbone caved in, lips swollen and tattered, and his whole face a mass of bruises. I reckoned the one in custody must be Paul Murphy, identified from his fingerprints on the knife. Knowing what a little shit he was, I wasn't even surprised when I saw a police squad car drawing up in the street outside an hour or so later. The coppers gave me just long enough to pack a bag with a change of clothes, collected the clothes I'd been wearing the previous night, then whisked me off to the police station, leaving my mum weeping on the front step and curious neighbours standing outside their front doors, staring.

The next few hours passed a bit like a dream. I'd never had trouble with the police before. I was photographed and breathalysed, then taken into a small room with dirty walls that had once been white, and a big scarred table screwed to the floor. A uniformed officer took my fingerprints and rubbed a cotton swab inside my cheek. Then two detectives came in, switched on a tape recorder and started to interrogate me. That didn't last long: even if my brain hadn't been addled I wouldn't have denied being involved in what had happened to Stephen Rose. They asked if I wanted a solicitor but I said I didn't need one. They took me through what had happened then said I was being formally charged with inflicting grievous bodily harm and I was put into a cell for a while. Some time later I was taken back to the interview room where they read my statement back to me and some tam lawyer they'd called in on my behalf, and I signed a typed copy. After that I had a few minutes alone with the lawyer then I was put back in the cell. I spent a restless night, seeing Stephen Rose's ruined face floating before my eyes, worrying about what was going to happen to me, and wishing the drunk next door would fuck off back to Glasgow since he'd already sung 45 times that that was where he belonged to.

I was up before a magistrate by 9.30 the following morning. The whole thing lasted barely five minutes. I confirmed my name, a clerk read out brief details of the offence I was charged with, and I was told I was being released on police bail. In the cells below the court someone in a suit went through the conditions of my release and I was back on the street, feeling punch-drunk and bewildered. The first thing I did was buy a copy of a daily paper to read more about the incident. Stephen Rose had a fractured leg, broken cheekbone, a couple of broken ribs, wire holding his jaw in place, and various other injuries. A number of his colleagues and students were quoted, all saying what a great bloke he was. I was in a complete daze when I arrived at work shortly afterwards. I told my boss at the decorating business why I was late; he looked at me as if I was something that wouldn't flush away down the toilet and told me to get out and never come back.

The following day, of course, my name was in the papers as having been formally charged with the assault. We spent the day with journalists constantly phoning and ringing the doorbell, and from then on every time I left the house I had people staring at me. One bloke came up to me in the street and told me I should be proud of having given a queer a good kicking: that made me feel so sick it took all my self control not to thump the old bugger. We even had shit smeared on our door one night, which was nice. It got so bad that after a few days I insisted that my mum go and stay with her sister in Kent till it was all over.

I felt haunted with guilt over what we'd done to Mr Rose. I would have liked to visit him in hospital to apologise, but I didn't have the guts. Instead I wrote him a long letter saying how sorry I was and how wretched I felt, and gave it to one of the coppers to pass onto him. I'd been told it could be ages before my trial, but as it was a high profile case some strings must have been pulled and within a few weeks I found myself standing in the dock in a suit I hadn't worn since a wedding three years earlier, with the too-small jacket straining across my back. The police had got all eight of us who were involved in the attack, but only three of us were pleading guilty so it had been decided to try us separately. Paul Murphy and a kid called Jimmy were represented by one barrister, but the solicitor I'd been assigned had felt it would be sensible for me to have my own brief separate from theirs.

As the day progressed I sat feeling physically sick, hanging my head and clasping my hands. Murphy and Jimmy sprawled back in their seats looking quite pleased with themselves. The whole thing didn't last long. A cop gave evidence about being called out to the scene, then the detective who'd interviewed each of us gave his evidence. That took up the morning, then first thing in the afternoon Mr Rose was called to the stand. His face looked a lot better but I felt my gut twist as he hobbled across the court, leaning heavily on a stick and in obvious pain. He said that most of the attack was pretty much a blur. But when he was asked if he remembered any of us in the dock he answered firmly and clearly. "Yes. The one on the left, Murphy, was the one coming towards me with the knife. I was looking straight at him, and I'll never forget the look of hatred on his face. The boy on the right, Turner, was the one who stopped him attacking me with it. He kicked Murphy, then grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back. Murphy had fallen on his knees after Turner kicked him. But for that I'm convinced I wouldn't be standing here now."

I felt myself flushing with shame and embarrassment. I'd been involved in the brutal beating of this intelligent, cultured man, and there he was apparently trying to help me with his evidence! He went on to talk about the letter I'd sent him, and read a couple of lines from it. At that I heard Murphy swear in disgust under his breath. The court broke up for a few minutes after that, and I only just made it back to the cells before I fell in front of the toilet and spewed my guts up. The rest of the afternoon was taken up with character witnesses called by our lawyers. My ex-employer said I'd been a steady and reliable employee for four years, never caused any trouble, and that what had happened seemed totally out of character for me. I was grateful for that, but I felt even worse afterwards, feeling that in some way I'd let him down. 

We spent the night in Bedford jail, which scared the shit out of me, then next day the court heard social reports on us. I'd had an interview with some social worker in preparation for the trial, and he was first up. He said that I had no previous criminal convictions, and that my school reports had all been quite good. I was the only child of a single parent, by an unknown father, and my mum had led a 'wayward lifestyle' in my formative years; I was grateful he didn't explain that mum was a street hooker in her youth and that my 'father' was one of her punters who'd raped her. I'd agreed to appear for the prosecution against the other lads who'd taken part in the assault when their trial came up. On interviewing me the social worker had been impressed by the genuine remorse I'd shown for my part in the attack, and believed that I wouldn't re-offend. A custodial sentence would be more likely to do more harm than good, and I was the only available support for my mum, who wasn't in good health. As the guy left the dock Murphy leaned across to me and hissed "You lucky bastard". I thought he was being sarcastic, but he actually meant it; he came from a nice middle class family and didn't have any 'social excuses' for his involvement.

The judge broke for lunch and said he would deliver sentence in the afternoon. I couldn't eat a thing and sat staring at my food trying not to throw up over it and petrified at the thought of going back to Bedford nick, or somewhere worse. After about half an hour later my barrister came in, all smiles, and told me that the judge was considering giving me a restorative justice order, if I would accept it. I had no idea what that meant, so he explained. "Well, it'll involve an element of community service, cleaning up litter in the park, that sort of thing. But part of that will be taken up with meeting the victim, talking to him about the crime, and seeing what you can perhaps do to directly help him cope with the ramifications of it." I was more than happy to agree to that if it meant no jail time, but I wasn't sure how Mr Rose would feel about it – in his position I would have wanted to see my attackers properly punished. But my solicitor assured me that the victim had said I deserved a second chance and was keen on the suggested sentence.

When we returned to the dock the other two looked a lot less smug. I soon found out why, as the judge sent Murphy to prison and Jimmy to a young offenders' institute. Then it was my turn. His Honour made some positive comments about my attitude, then announced that I was being given 200 hours community service, tied to the restorative justice order. The next couple of weeks were a blur as I met with the social worker and people from the council and a couple of charities to sort out my community service. Most importantly, I also met with Stephen Rose.

I don't think I've ever been so nervous about anything in my entire life. He lived in a nice modern terraced house on the outskirts of town. I sat in the social worker's car for a good five minutes before I finally plucked up the courage to get out and walk through the garden gate. About 30 seconds after I rang the bell the door opened and Mr Rose invited us in with a smile. He was quite slightly built, five-nine tall and slim, with sandy brown hair, a long face, friendly brown eyes, a thin pointed nose and a thin lipped mouth, partly covered by a short thin beard and moustache he'd grown since...that night. All in all he reminded me a bit of a younger version of that actor, John Hurt.

Still using the walking stick he led us into the lounge and offered coffee, but the social worker tactfully disappeared to the kitchen to make it, leaving the two of us alone. After a few seconds embarrassed silence we both started talking at once. I apologised but he waved to me to continue. Clearing my throat I started. "Mr Rose, this is one of the most difficult things I've ever done, but I really do mean it when I say how sorry I am for what we did to you. I feel like complete scum, and I feel sick every time I think about it. You must hate me. If I was you I couldn't even stand to have me in your house, and I wouldn't blame me if you picked up that stick and beat the crap out of me with it."

He laughed soundlessly at that and, shaking his head, said with a slight Manchester accent, "I don't hate you Chris – can I call you Chris? I just want to try to understand why you did what you did. I mean, everything I've found out about you suggests you're a bright lad, you had a steady job, you've got a City & Guilds certificate in painting and decorating...why would someone like you want to go out queer bashing with that bunch of losers you were hanging out with?"

I had to take time to get my thoughts together before I answered him. I didn't really know why myself. I mean, I'd been friends with a couple of the lads since my first day at school, and there's nothing wrong with going drinking with your mates, but that couldn't explain why I'd gone along with them in finding someone to beat up for a personal lifestyle choice that had no impact on me whatsoever. I suppose I've always been a follower rather than a leader. I was this lofty blond geek, and I just didn't want to stand out from the crowd. At first I found it difficult to say anything to him; once I started though, I couldn't stop. I barely noticed the social worker bring the coffee in; I didn't even notice myself drinking it. When I glanced at the window I was surprised to se that it was getting dark and the street lights had come on. I'd been talking for the best part of an hour, with Stephen just interjecting the occasional comment or question.

As Stephen stood to switch on the room light the social worker raised the question of what I could do for him to help make amends. He shrugged as he sat down. "I don't think I really need anything. It's just been nice to meet Chris and hear what he has to say."

That was when a thought occurred to me. "Look Mr Rose...sorry, Stephen...like you said, I'm a trained decorator. No disrespect, but this place looks like it hasn't been done for a while. I could re-decorate it for you, top to bottom." 

The social worker looked delighted at the idea. Stephen looked momentarily surprised, then stared around the walls as if he'd never seen them before. "Well, I suppose...I wasn't thinking of it but, now you come to say it I suppose the place has seen better days." We spent most of the next hour talking about it. I told Stephen I could get him top drawer discount on materials, and we walked from room to room and discussed what he wanted in each place. When we finally left I felt emotionally drained, but strangely satisfied that I might actually really achieve something for him.

We'd agreed that I'd do the work over a couple of weekends and I turned up bright and early on the Saturday. I worked hard for several hours until Stephen insisted I stop and eat some sandwiches he'd made for me. We talked for a few minutes then he left me to eat in peace. As I did my eye was caught by a book lying on the coffee table. It was about social anthropology, and out of curiosity I picked it up. We'd never really had books in our home, and I wasn't in the habit of reading anything much beyond the daily paper. I opened this book at random though and started reading. I couldn't have explained why, I'd never seen anything remotely like it before, but I immediately found it fascinating. I didn't understand everything I was reading, but when Stephen came in a few minutes later he found me intent on the book, a half eaten sandwich still on my plate.

I jumped in surprise when I heard him laugh and he said, "Sorry, that's me bringing my work home with me." He told that he was a lecturer in social psychology. That didn't really mean much to me, so he explained that it was the study of the relations between people and groups, and how they impact on society. When I said that sounded pretty straightforward he laughed again, not unkindly, and said, "Yes, doesn't it. But there are few more complex subjects, and if we understood it perfectly there's be a lot less conflict in the world. For example, you said you don't really know why you attacked me with your mates. Well, this is the subject that can tell you." 




Scratching the Itch



We talked about it for a full hour, and I asked him about several of the things I'd read in the book. I suddenly remembered what I was there for and jumped up, apologising for slacking on the job. Stephen said, "Look, when you go, why don't you borrow this book, and have a read of it? In fact, better still, take this one" - he stepped to a tall bookcase and pulled out a slightly dog-eared paperback – "and see what you make of it". The book was an introductory one, and I thanked him and tucked it into my bag to take home with me. I took it out at home to read over my dinner before settling down for a night's telly, and was still sitting at the dinner table at one in the morning ploughing through it. 

The whole thing was fascinating. I learnt about the herd instinct, and peer pressure. I'd never heard the term before, but I started to understand not only what I'd done to Stephen, but how millions of perfectly decent Germans could follow a small bunch of madmen on the road to hell simply because everyone was too scared to stand out from the crowd and risk being the one the mass turned on next. I had so many questions that I started taking notes, and when I turned up at Stephen's place the next day I quite shyly asked him if we could spend a bit of time talking about it. I felt embarrassed – after all, he'd been doing nothing else all week at work – but he laughed and said he was happy to do so. We sat down after I'd finished working and were still there three hours later talking over questions and answers.

After that I started visiting Steve, as he told me to call him, a few nights a week. I'd borrow a book, consume it, then we'd sit together and talk it through, sipping a nice wine or even a brandy. I didn't have a computer at home and he showed me useful websites and downloaded documents for me as well. He joked that I was rapidly becoming an A student, and I should sign up for the university. It felt to me as if someone had put built extra room into my brain; I'd never really thought before about why people do the things they do, but once I'd discovered the subject it absolutely captivated me, and I couldn't get enough of it.

Steve didn't just educate me about social psychology. At his home I saw quality TV programmes, mainly documentaries, that I'd never heard of; he played me classical and jazz music which was a revelation to me; he even cooked my dinner for me on occasions. Giving evidence in court identifying the other blokes who'd attacked Steve wasn't easy for me, and it was him who helped me through it. After a couple of weeks I'd finished the decoration, inside and out, but I continued to visit regularly. I felt terribly guilty even thinking it, but it occasionally occurred to me that being convicted for assaulting Steve was the best thing that had ever happened to me!

One evening after he'd cooked me a delicious spaghetti Bolognese I was sitting on the sofa reading an article in a psychology magazine. As Steve flopped down beside me I made some negative comment about something the author had said and Steve chuckled. I thought I'd made a prat of myself but he shook his head. "On the contrary, you're quite right, I agree with you. You're really progressing very fast you know." 

I gradually became self-conscious, aware of Steve just sitting alongside me gazing at me, his arm lying casually along the back of the sofa. He shuffled closer, his hip resting against mine and, feeling my face flush, I continued to read. After perhaps a minute he lazily reached out a hand and pushed down the magazine. I turned to look at him and our eyes locked for a few seconds. Then he leant in and, very gently kissed me on the cheek. He eased back and peered at me as if gauging my reaction. I looked away, my face burning. There had been no hint that this was coming, not the slightest indication of anything beyond Platonic friendship between us; yet, if I searched the depths of my soul, I couldn't honestly say that it was a complete surprise...nor was I running screaming from the room.

I jumped slightly as Steve's hand fell lightly on my thigh, inches from my groin. I turned to say something to him, I'm honestly not sure what, but as I did he kissed me full on the lips. His beard tickling against my skin felt strange, but not unpleasant. My mouth opened slightly in surprise and Steve took advantage, slipping his tongue between my teeth and stroking it across my own tongue. At the same moment his hand slipped from my thigh onto the zip of my jeans, and after a moment's fumbling I realised he was undoing them. I gasped into his mouth as supple fingers teased out my rapidly stiffening cock and curled around it.

Steve continued to kiss me for a few seconds as I sat passively accepting it, my arms hanging by my side. Then he broke the kiss and gave me another appraising look. I'm not sure what he saw in my eyes, but I watched in dumb amazement as he ducked his head towards my groin. A moment later his mouth slid down the length of my cock, taking me into its warm wetness. A couple of girls had sucked me off over the years, but they had been rank amateurs compared to Steve. His soft lips slid up and down me, his hand following them along my shaft. As his tongue dragged teasingly along the sensitive underside I knew I couldn't last long, and moments later the damn burst and I shot my load deep into the back of his throat. He continued to suck on me, and burrowed his hands beneath me, gripping my buttocks through my jeans and pulling me even more firmly against his face as my hips bucked and he drained me.

Steve sat up beside me again and I shuddered with emotion as big tears rolled down my face, my mind in total confusion. He put his arms round my neck and buried his face against it for a moment, then whispered, "Will you come to bed with me?" I was too choked to speak, but found myself nodding. 

As he led me up the stairs it felt as if I was standing outside myself watching. A thought ran through my mind: "I'm going up to the bedroom of a homosexual man I was involved in beating up, in order to have sex with him." On one level the whole situation seemed completely alien to me; but on another, much deeper, level it somehow felt right, as if it was something I'd secretly wanted to do for a long time but I hadn't known it until that point. The turmoil I was experiencing is difficult to describe.

When we reached his room Steve quickly took off his clothes then turned to me and efficiently stripped me, while I stood passively cooperating, just lifting an arm or a leg as required. I've got very little body hair, but Steve had a mat of hair on his chest which extended all the way down to his thighs. His circumcised cock, half erect but noticeably smaller than mine, stood out from a thick forest of brown curls. 

When we were both naked he eased me onto the bed and lay beside me, then took me in his arms. He stretched a leg over me, pulling our bodies close together, and a tremor ran through me as I felt his cock and balls rubbing against mine. He kissed me and, automatically, my mouth opened up to him. Almost without realising it I slipped my arms around him and sucked on his tongue, then kissed him back. Within moments my cock was hard again, as stiff as I could ever remember it. Steve broke the kiss just long enough to mumble, "Oh Christ, I've been thinking about doing this with you for so long Chris."

After a couple of minutes he reached behind him to a bedside cabinet and picked up a small tube of lubricant gel. I assumed he wanted to fuck me, but to my surprise he smeared the cold clear gloop down the length of my cock then, turning his back to me, slid his hand into his own backside and spread it around. Then he pushed back against me and positioned my dick at the very edge of his anal passage. I asked if he wanted me to use a rubber but he shook his head and, my heart pounding, I reached my hands around his belly and pushed into him. His arse felt surprisingly tight, more snug around me than the few pussies I'd shagged, and as I began to slide my hips backwards and forwards he sighed and pushed even more firmly back against me. He started to stroke his cock but, seemingly instinctively, I pushed his hand aside and wrapped my own around him. He closed his fingers over mine and guided my hand as I pumped his dick even as I fucked him. Within seconds he shot a stream of hot sticky liquid onto the bed and a few moments later, with a last big thrust, I fired my jizz into his arse.

Naturally I stayed the night. After a while we showered, and had a mutual wanking session as we soaped each other. Before we fell asleep Steve screwed me. The feeling of a hard rod pushing into my arse was weird at first, and slightly painful, but at the same time it felt as if he was scratching an itch that had been bothering me for a long time. During the night I woke up and got my first taste of cock, swallowing his jizz as he'd swallowed mine. In the morning, as I lay in Steve's arms with my head on his chest, he stroked my hair and murmured, "I hope you don't mind, Chris, but I think I've fallen in love with you." I tried to answer, but instead I started sobbing like a toddler.

Steve and I live together now; with my re-decorating he got a good price for his old place and we managed to get a mortgage on a tiny cheap flat in the East End of London. We both thought staying in Luton wasn't a good idea. Steve's joined the faculty of the University of Greenwich and I've started a course in social anthopology at East London uni, where my lack of formal qualifications wasn't a problem. My mum decided to move in permanently with her sister. As far as she's concerned Steve and I are just friends, which she thinks is a really nice outcome to the whole thing. She just wouldn't understand if I tried to explain the reality of our situation to her. Sometimes I don't really understand it myself. I'm not even sure if I am truly gay or not; all I know is that Steve and I love each other, and he's the best thing that's ever happened in my life.



Scratching the Itch



I took five pictures of her car. Two showed how close she was parked to the motel. Then I loosened the valve stem on the driver's front tire and within a minute the tire was flat. I parked my car out of sight and we waited. An hour and a half passed and Lynn came out to her car. As soon as she saw the flat tire she rushed back to the room. Willi came out, tucking his shirt into his pants. (Click) I got a picture of him coming out of the room tucking his shirt in, walking next to Lynn. At the car they talked (Click) and then opened the trunk of her car. (Click) Willi changed the tire (Click) and when he had everything back together he looked around (Click), and kissed Lynn. (Click, Click, Click).

Lynn got in her car and drove away. Willi went back to the room (Click) and came out five minutes later. We followed him as he walked to the shop where Helen's car had been serviced. He paid the bill and drove off.

We drove to the nearest mall and saw Lynn's car parked there. I used my key and opened the trunk of her car. There were three bags in the trunk. A bag from Macy's, a bag from J.C. Penny's and a bag from Brookstone. I took pictures of all three and their contents.  Then I took the contents and put the Macy items in the Brookstone bag, the J. C. Penny shirts in the Macy's bag and the Brookstone items in the Macy bag. We closed the car back up and parked ourselves a good distance away.

"Alan, Lynn said she was meeting some women from work. You could go into the mall and see if you see her. It would be good if she didn't see you, but if she does it's not a big deal. Just see if she's with anyone. Ok?"

"Let me take the camera. If she's with someone I'll get a picture of them."

I listened to the radio while Alan was gone. I watched the doors to the mall and Lynn came out first. She strolled to her car carrying just her purse. She got in and drove away. Alan came out and waved to me. I drove to him and he got in. He showed me the pictures he'd taken. She had been found sitting in the food court with a man I had seen before, from her work. He was good looking, dressed well, and it looked like his hand was on Lynn's thigh.

She was playing with more than just Willi. We drove home, stopping long enough to buy a beer. While we drank our beer Alan asked what I was going to do. I told him I was torn between just divorce and doing some real damage to everyone involved.  He recommended caution. He was right, of course. 

At home Alan walked to his house and I went into mine. The three bags were on the kitchen table. I called out to Lynn and she came from the bathroom.

"I was surprised when you weren't here when I got home. I didn't know you were going out." She looked concerned.

"Alan and I went out. Had a beer and watched some basketball."

"It's not basketball season, is it?"

"The sports bar has tapes of old games and if there's nothing live they play the taped games."

"Men! You probably already knew who won."

"If it was just about winning no one would watch anything but the last minute. We just enjoy the game. How was your shopping?"

"I got something for you!" She opened the Brookstone bag and pulled out two blouses. She looked shocked and I said, "I hope those aren't for me. I think they're too small." 

She found the egg shaped clock in the Macy's bag. She handed it to me and said she hoped I liked it. I did. The look on her face was still puzzled. How did things get in the wrong bags?

The egg shaped clock was blue. "Lynn, can I have the receipt? I think I'd like one a different color, if they have others."

She dug in the bag and handed me the receipt. I looked at it and said, "Lynn, can I see the receipts for the other things?"

"Why? Is something wrong?" As she talked I reached into the bags and got the receipts. They showed that the purchases were made two days earlier during her work day.

"Sit down Lynn. This is serious." The look on her face was near panic. She sat down. I sat and looked across the table at her. "You know I am a stickler for the truth and trust. I want you to tell me when you bought the things sitting here on the table."

"I went shopping today!" I didn't say anything. I waited. She didn't say anything else.

"Lynn, Where did you go today?"

"I went to the mall, shopping."

"Where else did you go?"

"Just to the mall."

"You told me you were meeting some friends from work and going shopping. Get the phone and call one of those friends. I need to speak to your friend."

"I will not! She'd think you didn't trust me! Anyway, you don't know her. What is this third degree all about anyway?"

"It's about trust. So you won't help me by verifying who you were with and where you were? You show me a receipt for a clock you bought two days ago and tell me you got it today and then expect me to trust you?"

"Are you saying I lied to you?" She stood and was almost screaming at me. I stayed in my seat and kept my voice calm.

"I know you lied to me. I know you've lied to me for months. I know where you were today and who you were with. I have pictures of you with them and none of them were women you work with."

"Pictures? Of what?" 

"Pictures of you coming out of a motel room with Willi."

She collapsed into the chair and burst into tears. "It's not what you think. I can explain."

"You can? This will be classic. You can explain being in a motel room with Willi and lying to me about it?"

"I didn't lie to you about it!"

"I asked where you were. Did you tell me you stopped at a motel with Willi? No. Therefore you lied."

"But nothing happened. We just talked. He's having trouble in his marriage."

"You honestly think I'm that stupid? If nothing happened why meet in a motel room? Why not tell me the truth? Lying to me makes you look guilty."

"I've never had sex with anyone but you since we got engaged. I love you."

"Ok. I want to talk with Willi on Tuesday evening when I get home from work. I want him to tell me about your meeting at the motel. Can you arrange that?"

"Tuesday evening? Here?"

"Yes."

"I can arrange that." She started to relax. I took the egg clock to my car with the receipt. When I came back inside Lynn was hanging up the phone. "Willi will be here Tuesday evening." She said.

"Good." I went into our living room and turned on the TV. I watched a manly movie until almost ten and then went up to bed. Lynn was in bed, wearing her standard T-shirt. When I got into bed she kissed me. She didn't kiss me when she had an infection. She said it led to me wanting sex and with the itch she didn't want sex.

The kiss was hot, included tongue and her hands touching my face. When it ended I said, "With a crazy Ph I don't want to have sex with you tonight. If you want to play you can use your mouth, if you want."

She pulled the blankets back and swallowed my limp dick. Her intentions were obvious. She wanted me to forget all about Willi and any other suspicion I might have. While her mouth was working on my cock my mind was hatching a plan. She did get my full attention and I did fill her willing mouth. Then I shut off the light and we went to sleep.

I took the swab to Dr. Seacrest at eight-thirty. My mind kept thinking about what her actions meant. What they meant to her, what I was making them mean to me and what my options were. My first thoughts were about hurting Willi for fucking my wife and about divorce and payback. But the more I thought about things the less I wanted that. At that point I had invested years of attention, love and money in our relationship. Until the infections our sex life was great and it still was when she wasn't itching. The only things that really threw me was her lying and the way people would think of me if they knew I was a cuckold. Why would she do this to me? I didn't have the answer.

Lynn arrived at noon and we had lunch at the deli down the street from my office. Lynn said she didn't feel very good, maybe we should cancel the appointment until she felt better. I said we'd have to pay for it anyway so we ought to go. At ten minutes before one we checked in. The nurse gave Lynn a questionnaire to fill out and as soon as she finished we were called. The doctor took Lynn into an examination room and put me in his office. Twenty minutes later they both came into the office and he sat behind his desk. He looked over the questionnaire and then said, "I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first?"

I said, "The bad news." Lynn said, "The good news."

"Perfect," Dr. Seacrest said, "Because the good news for Mrs. Peterson is probably the bad news for you Mr. Peterson. The good news, Mrs. Peterson, is that we know what is causing your problem and it is easily treatable. The bad news, Mr. Peterson, is that your wife has multiple sex partners and they caused the infection."

"That can't be!" Lynn loudly protested.

"While you were in the exam room I had a nurse get a sperm sample from Mr. Peterson. We compared it with the sample I got from you and they are not the same. Science doesn't lie. Someone, other than Mr. Peterson, has ejaculated in you in the last three days."

Lynn began to cry. She held her face in her hands and sobbed. After a suitable silence I asked, "What is the treatment?"

Lynn's head jerked up and she stopped crying. She looked at Dr. Seacrest and then at me. The doctor said, "I can give her a stronger vaginal suppository, some pills and the other things her other OB/GYN suggested will also help. It would also help if her partners all used condoms. There is no danger of her getting pregnant, as you already knew, but STD's and vaginitis are real problems."

"Can we get those prescriptions filled here in the building?" I asked.

"Yes. I can send them directly to the pharmacy and you can pick them up on your way out. I'd like to see you again in a week, to see what progress the medications are having. Please make an appointment on your way out." He opened the door for us, shook my hand and pointed us towards the reception desk.

I made the follow up appointment for the following Monday at three in the afternoon. I gently put my hand on Lynn's back and guided her out to her car. She didn't say anything on the two minute walk.

I opened her car door for her and said, "Do you want to stay married to me?"

"Yes! Oh Honey, I'm so..." My hand on her face stopped her.

"Shut up! You will get in your car and go home. When you get home you will strip, shower and make lasagna for my dinner, with a green salad. You will not talk to me unless I ask you to. You will carry a towel around with you at all times because you are only to sit on the towel, not our good furniture. When I get home you will still be naked. Do you understand?" She nodded.

I helped her into her car. I turned and walked back inside to get her medicines. I went back to work and began work on my new project: Lynn as a business.

When I walked into the house I saw the kitchen looked very clean and I could smell the lasagna. A nice wine was on the table with the plates and glasses. Lynn walked into the kitchen wearing three inch heels and thigh high nylons. She had a small towel in her right hand.

"I'm surprised. I expected nothing sexy. After all you have an infection and sex is not possible when you have an infection." She started to speak and remembered she was not to speak. I continued, "That is no longer the case. Anytime I want sex I will have sex. I figure you fucking other men has cost me having sex with you fifty times this year. I want those fifty times. Right now what I want is dinner. Please serve dinner."

It was wonderful. She had stopped on her way home from the doctor's office and bought fresh meat and cheese for the meal. Lynn always makes her own pasta for lasagna so it is fresh. She sat on the towel and ate dinner nude except for the stockings and heels.

When I was done I got up and headed for the living room. She cleaned up and followed me into the living room. I shut the TV off.

"Lynn, I want you to call Willi on the phone and invite him here. I will be going for a walk for a couple hours so I can think about your future and I don't want you here alone. You can fuck him in the guest bedroom, but not in our bedroom. No, let me amend that. I want you to fuck him in the guest room. There are condoms in the nightstand from the last time your brother came and spent a week with us. Make sure he uses one. When he arrives be dressed just as you are. He won't even get inside before he has a boner. Do you understand?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded. I got off the couch and headed for the back door. "Call him from the phone in our bedroom, now." She climbed the stairs and I opened and closed the back door. I didn't leave. I took the digital camera and went into the guest bedroom closet. Ten minutes passed and I heard a knock at the back door.

I heard Willi exclaim when he saw Lynn, "God, you look fantastic!" A minute later they were in the guest bedroom and a minute after that I swung the closet door open and began taking pictures. Willi was easily identifiable by the tattoo on his back and a long scar on his chest. Without him seeing me I got shots of him being sucked and of him fucking Lynn in three different positions. I hid the camera in the closet and walked out, taking a seat by the door. After Willi came he backed out of her and told her how great it was to fuck her in bed.

He pulled the condom off and turned to take it into the bathroom. That's when he saw me and froze.

I said, "Come here Lynn. Sit here on the floor beside me." She didn't make eye contact with either of us and she did as I asked. Willi looked around for his clothes. He didn't reach for them, but he looked for them.

"I thought about kicking your balls all the way to Oregon, but I'm sure you'll be glad to know I decided not to do that. In fact, you'll like what the plan is. I want you to fuck Lynn once a week. For that you will give me five hundred dollars. And, you will give me five hundred dollars cash as a sort of membership fee in her little club. The first missed payment and the pictures I have of the two of you fucking and sucking become public. I will make sure anyone can tell the pictures are not of Helen and that Lynn's face doesn't show. The pictures of your face and identifiable body are quite good. What do you say?"

"That's blackmail!" His face was red with anger and he had forgotten he was standing there naked in my home holding the condom that had just come out of my wife.

"That's strictly business, not blackmail. You fucked Lynn of your own free will and choice, with no consideration for me or your own wife. Since you both have chosen to fuck outside your marriages I think anyone would agree there need to be consequences. I can take the pictures down to your house and show Helen what a good fuck you are. I can send copies to your parents and your boss. Or, we can behave like what you have chosen is to pay me for the freedom to enjoy being with Lynn once a week. I have a product and you can rent the product. You now know what it costs. Since you have already had her this week I think it only proper that we get the thousand by Thursday. The way you get us the money is by making a cash deposit to a bank account number I give you."

I gave a printed card inside a plastic bag to Lynn and told her to dump the card into Willi's hand. She did it. I told him which bank. Lynn collected the condom and I told Willi to get dressed. We sent him home.

"Lynn, you did very well. You just increased our household income by twenty-five hundred a month. Go up to our bathroom and medicate yourself. Your Ph is probably seven. She didn't speak. I took the condom and bagged it in a sealable plastic bag. It had Lynn's DNA on the outside and Willi's on the inside. I put the baggy in the freezer.

When I locked up and went upstairs Lynn was sitting on the towel at the end of the bed. "You can talk freely." I said.

"I am now your whore, aren't I?"

"You preferred it when I was your cuckold?"

"I preferred it when you didn't know."

"Why? You still get to fuck around. The only real difference is that I get money for it."

"There's more, isn't there?"

"Willi might need to go on a business trip. You can go with him. He pays your expenses and deposits a thousand dollars a day for the days you are gone."

"Really?" Her face looked like she didn't believe I'd let her go.

"Really. Now get in bed and let's go to sleep."

I got in and so did she. I spooned behind her and went to sleep. When I woke up she was up already and dressed for work. My breakfast was on the table. She greeted me with a kiss and said she had been thinking and my way of handling things was better than what she thought I would do. She thanked me, kissed me good-bye and left for work. Five minutes later I left too.

At ten I called Lynn and as soon as she answered I said, "Remember the day you went shopping? You met a man and spent time with him at the food court. He works at the same company with you. Is he married?"

"Yes."

"He's one of your lovers, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Tell him I've gone out of town and you want him to come for dinner tonight. An early dinner, say between five and seven. If he wants to know what's on the menu tell him it's you."

"You're serious?"

"Very. Be convincing. Do not give him a sample of dinner. Call my cell when he tells you what time he'll be there. Then go home and dress just like you did for Willi. Change the sheets on the guest bed."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." I hung up. I called a techie friend and had him wire our home for audio and video recording. I paid him well and he did a great job. The cameras and mics were well hidden and the equipment for recording DVD's was in our attic.

He called me at three to say he was done. He activated the system before he left the house.

At three-thirty Lynn called and said she was headed home to make dinner. Mr. Boughman would be at the house at five. I thanked her for the call. I was home and then gone before Lynn got home. I left a dozen roses on the dining room table.

Alan and I met at the sports bar and watched some basketball and had dinner. I told him we had misinterpreted what we saw. Willi was having marriage problems and was getting help from Lynn. I had confronted them separately and their stories not only matched but made sense. The guy from work he had seen was meeting her there to ask her about another woman from work that he was interested in. 

At nine I went home. The house was clean and the roses were in a vase on the dining table. Lynn was nude and in bed. The bedside lamp was on and she was reading. When I came into the bedroom she looked up and smiled. "Welcome home."

"Did Mr. Boughman have a nice dinner?"

"I hope his wife didn't want him tonight. I don't think he will be able to get it up until tomorrow."

"Did you medicate yourself after he left?"

"Yes, and he did use a condom. I saw that you put Willi's in the freezer so I bagged his and put it in there too."

"Very good. I need a shower. Perhaps you would be good enough to wash me and suck the tensions of the day from me?"

"Yes, if that's what you want."

She got up, helped me undress, followed me into the shower and got me clean. After she shut off the water she knelt in the shower stall and sucked me, swallowing every drop I gave her. As we dried off I noticed a small bruise on her breast.

"Did Boughman bruise you?"

"Yes! He pinched my breast so hard I screamed. He never did anything like that before."

We got into bed and she said, "I kept expecting you to pop out of a closet or somewhere. Did he get a freebee tonight?"

I smiled. "I'm the only one who gets free sex from you. The day I find out someone fucks you for free, you and he will be dead. Am I clear?"




Scratching the Itch



"Yes, Sir."

"Tomorrow after work I want you to go shopping, for real. By nice skirts, blouses and bras, sexy clothes that are still Ok for business. Get quite a few pairs of those stockings. Do not buy pants, panties or pantyhose. Your budget is a thousand dollars."

She snuggled to me and kissed me. "Thank you. This could be fun, being your slut."

"This could be fun and profitable for both of us."

My techie friend and I met at the house and saw exactly how well the system had worked. I looked at the DVD and he showed me how to make a copy of anything the system recorded. After he left I watched the antics of Lynn with Mr. Boughman. I copied a short section that showed his face while he fucked Lynn without showing her face. I took the copy with me and reset the system so the touch of a single button in the house would turn on the motion sensitive recording equipment. 

That evening Lynn and I went out to dinner and she wore some of her new clothes. She looked very sexy and we both enjoyed the attention she got in the restaurant. At home I tested her and she was back to 4.3 where she belonged. I didn't use a condom when we fucked. Dr. Seacrest had tested her for everything and she had escaped everything except the infection caused by her Ph.

The next morning I left my office in time to arrive at Lynn's office at ten, her break time. I saw Mr. Boughman walking down the hallway towards the front entrance. He didn't notice me so I just followed him into his office. I noted the name plate beside the door.

"Mr. Boughman?"

"Yes. Who are you?" I closed the door behind me and said, "I can either be your best friend or the guy who ruins your life. You get to choose. Can we sit down and find out which it is?"

He waved me to a chair. As I sat down I placed a bug under the lip of his desk. I had already placed one in Lynn's purse. They were expensive but the range made them worth it. The receiver/recorder was under the seat of Lynn's car. Mr. Boughman sat behind his desk. I noted that his chair had him just a little higher than mine had me. A power move.

"You have been seeing one of the employees on non-business basis. I'm sure your wife and your bosses would not like a video I happen to have of your meeting."

"You're full of shit! Get out!" 

I stood up and pulled the sample DVD from my jacket. "Here is a sample. I have a video over an hour long of you and your victim." I dropped a card next to the DVD. "Make a cash deposit to that account at the Merchant's Bank before noon on Friday. The cash amount of one thousand dollars. You can have dinner with her once a week. The price is five hundred per session and five hundred a month to be a member of her fun club. The thousand you deposit covers last night and this month's dues." 

As I drove back to work my cell phone rang. It was Lynn. She was very upset. I calmed her down and then asked her what had happened.

"Mr. Boughman called me into his office and yelled at me! He said he would have us both arrested if the video ever surfaced. He said we would go to prison. He threatened to have someone beat me up and disfigure me. Nick, he scared the hell out of me!" 

"You did just fine, sweetheart. There was a bug in his office. His threats were recorded and soon could be in the hands of the police. The only way he can avoid that happening is to deposit the money and show up for his next dinner."

"I don't think he will. I think he'll get me fired."

"Then fifty copies of the DVD showing him fucking an unknown woman will surface and his life as an executive will be over. The first copy will go to his wife and the second to his parents."

"You will protect me?" Her voice sounded like a scared young girl.

"No one will hurt you."

In my office I boxed a blank video disc and mailed it to Mr. Boughman's house addressed to his wife, Carolyn Boughman, not to Mrs. Ted Boughman. The post office was on the same block as my office so I walked it over and mailed it. No return address. I paid extra to have it delivered overnight express.

I took Lynn out to dinner and it helped calm her down. When we got home I checked the bank balance for the account. The thousand from Willi had been deposited. I showed Lynn the web page and congratulated her on being worth that much to Willi. 

"Thanks, but really we haven't made any money. I spent the thousand on clothes this week."

"How did the two of you arrange your meetings before I found out?" 

"He called me on my break at work or I called him during his lunch time."

"Tomorrow, call him. Ask him to book his two or three hour session for next week. Look at your schedule and work it out. I'll find an alternative site for you, besides our house. Fucking him in our house is inviting a disaster."

"So, you want me to book a time for us but not a place?"

"Right. It will be less than a half hour drive from his office."

"Ok. You're the boss."

"We've been home almost an hour and you're still dressed. I prefer it when I can see all your goodies. Please get naked and get your towel. If you worry about being cool, turn up the heat."

"Yes, Sir."

I played on the computer for a while and saw an ad for a motor home. I looked at other ads and found a solution to where to have Willi and others meet Lynn. I focused on finding one I could afford and that Lynn could drive.

The next morning I had Lynn dress nicely with a little extra sex appeal and sent her to work. I went to my office and worked on two projects until almost noon. My phone rang and the number was close to the one for Lynn's office. I guessed it was Mr. Boughman. I was wrong, It was Lynn.

"Honey, I have a new phone number! I've been promoted! I'm assigned on a project team and I have an office on the third floor."

"Mr. Boughman is your boss?"

"Yes!"

"He will not be working there this afternoon if the deposit isn't made before noon. That gives him twenty-eight minutes. Thirty minutes from now fifty packages will be at the post office."

"You think they will fire me?"

"Your face doesn't show on the DVD that's ready to ship. It does show on the one the court will see if you get fired. If you get questioned, you are the victim. He threatened to fire you unless you fucked him. That's your story and you'll stick to it."

"Yes, Sir."

"It should be an interesting afternoon. Have a nice lunch."

"I don't know if I can eat."

"Eat. Buy lunch for a couple of the women you worked with yesterday. Whatever you spend I'll make it up to you. I'll pay your credit card bill."

"Thank you! Ok. I should go back to work."

"Lynn. Remember this, Mr. Boughman doesn't love you. I do. He's strictly business."

"I love you too." We hung up. I punched keys on my computer and brought up our new account. The night before the balance was eleven hundred dollars. At ten minutes to noon it was two thousand one hundred dollars. Mr. Boughman had collapsed.

I called Lynn's cell and said, "The deposit has been made. No one will bother you today. Have a great lunch."

She laughed and thanked me. I went shopping for a motor home.

We created a new calendar program on the computer at home. It was Lynn's pussy schedule.  The first entry was her next "date" with Willi. He picked Thursday, late afternoon. We blocked out times when we wanted or needed to do things and I printed a week schedule showing blocks of time that Mr. Boughman could choose. I could have given him lots of choices but decided that giving him six opening in a week sent the message that he was not the only one renting my wife's body.

I handed the print out to Lynn and said, "On Monday show him the openings and let him choose. Let him know the appointment happens after the deposit, not before. Call me from your cell and tell me what he chooses."

"Wow! You are a better businessman than I thought, and I thought you were good already."

"Thank you." I told her my idea about a motor home as her new office and she liked the idea. She asked if we could also use it for mini-vacations for us, too. I liked that idea too.

We spent Saturday looking at motor homes all over three counties. We crossed off the big bus-like motor homes. Lynn was afraid to sit in the driver's seat, much less start it and drive it.

As it started getting dark we were sixty miles or more from home. A good sales woman had already asked where we were from and she suggested we go for dinner and then come back and spend the night in the motor home we had been looking at. She got us linens and pillows from the supply the dealership had and we accepted.

We drove the motor home down to a shopping center, parked away from most all the cars and ate dinner at an Outback Steakhouse. Back in the motor home Lynn took the wheel and drove around the huge parking lot getting comfortable behind the wheel. Before nine we drove back to the dealership and parked for the night. 

We closed the curtains and locked the doors. I checked from the outside to see what I would need to do so no one could watch Lynn and her men except me. I made some notes. Lynn thought this motor home could be fun for her to use. The sales woman called it a Class "C" meaning it started life as a van and a company had built a temporary home on the frame. It was three years old. New it had cost someone about sixty thousand. In the economy we had for the present I was pretty sure nineteen thousand would make the motor home ours.

Lynn wanted us to test the bed. We did. Something needed to be done to limit the bounce caused by athletic fucking. I was pretty sure whet we did would draw a crowd on a Wednesday afternoon somewhere. I made notes about that too.

We ran the generator for an hour. Outside it was very noisy and unless it was really hot I wouldn't have Lynn run it. It was necessary in order to run the air conditioning. The air conditioning worked well. We ran the heating system as well and it worked well. It didn't need the generator.

Lynn had become quite comfortable with having her body exposed. She spent most of the evening checking things out around the motor home while she wore nothing. I enjoyed looking and realized at about midnight I didn't see her the way I used to. I used to guard her body being visible like it was important that no one saw her parts except me. I noticed the change when she bent over to pick up her little towel and I saw her pussy lips wink at me. I wondered if Willi liked seeing that wink. The question had me smile.

We went to bed and slept well. In the morning we were awakened by a pounding on the door. The saleswoman called out, "Open up! I have breakfast for us!"

"So, open the door." I said. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. Lynn looked around and didn't immediately see her shorts so she just opened the door. The sales woman, Sally, handed the bag of food up to Lynn and carried the three cups of coffee with her as she climbed the three steps up into the motor home. She closed the door. 

Lynn had taken breakfast out of the bag and set the table for the three of us.

"I get the idea you made yourselves ta' home. So, what's the verdict?"

"Sit. Let's talk while we eat." I said. "I'm hungry."

Lynn put her little towel down on the seat and scooted over, making room for either Sally or me to sit next to her. I motioned for Sally to sit wherever she wanted. She had a hesitation about choosing where it sit.

"Would it help if Lynn covered her skin?"

"It would. Ever since she opened the door I've been trying to make it Ok that she's naked. I'm a little uncomfortable." 

I found a t-shirt and Lynn pulled in on. She apologized and said she had forgotten that most people don't run around home naked.

Sally sat next to Lynn and the three of us ate as we talked. I asked about jacks to hold the motor home steady and Sally gave us a price, including installation. I asked about a thicker, longer drape system. She gave us a quote and said Lynn or I could pick the fabric from samples they had in the office. Then we talked price and with everything including sales tax I needed to spend twenty thousand eight hundred dollars. 

Lynn got dressed and so did I. We met with the finance man and three hours later we were on our way home. Sally had phoned a place where we could keep it. She gave us guides to where campgrounds and service centers were located. We had new electric jacks installed and tested, new longer curtains that wouldn't ever suffer from gap-osis, and a full compliment of fluids; fresh water, propane and gas.

Lynn drove the motor home as I followed her in our car. I saw a Wal-Mart ahead and honked at Lynn. Her turn signal came on and soon we were parked in the Wal-Mart parking lot. As we walked in I said we needed two-way radios, linens and a mattress pad. There was a big mattress store next to the Wal-Mart. We went in and Lynn got a new mattress for the motor home. They put it in and threw the foam mattress away that had been in the motor home.

As we walked around Wal-Mart we saw things the motor home needed and we bought some of them. At the storage yard we packed things away and locked the motor home. I paid three months rent on our space and liked where we had our spot. It couldn't be seen from the street,

Lynn asked me why I didn't just toss her to the street when I found out she was fucking other men. I explained how I had invested almost ten years in our relationship and didn't want to throw all that away. I had spent almost ten years wanting her to be happy. I had figured out that for her to be happy she needed more strange sex than she could get from me. In my head the only way to have her be happy was to do something to support her having lots of sex.

"Most men would have kicked my ass and I'd be single tonight."

"I'm not most men. Are you most women?"

"What are you asking?"

"What if Sally had been a free spirit this morning and had stripped off and then had sex with both of us? Would you be Ok with that?"

"A threesome?"

"Or just me screwing her?"

"Oh." She looked at the table but I was sure she wasn't actually seeing anything except the mental picture of me fucking Sally. She was quiet for a while.

"My head thought, if you screwed her you must not love me."

"Good thing my head didn't stay there. I thought that. I saw Willi holding your ass in his hands, squeezing your tit as you danced and that's where my head went. What does he have or do that I don't have or do for Lynn?"

"Are you going to fuck other women?"

"Yes."

She looked me in the eyes and asked, softly, "Have you already?"

"No. But if Sally had stripped off I would have made a run at her. She was... is damn attractive."

"That's my fault, isn't it?"

"I don't care. Fault. What is is that you fuck other men. The glue that keeps us together isn't sperm or cum. The glue that keeps us together is that we both want what makes both of us happy. So, I can stick it to anyone and still have what I have with you, as long as you're as Ok with that as I am with letting Willi and others fill you with their cocks."

"Will you make money for us when you fuck?"

"I've been thinking about that. With your help, I think we can make lots of money fucking. So, to answer your question, yes, I plan to make money fucking. I haven't thought it through completely, but I'm working on it."

We left one two-way radio in the RV and the other one went into my car. At home we did all our weekend chores and by ten we were in the shower, getting ready for bed. When we got in bed Lynn asked me a good question.

"Ok, we have the RV. Where do I take it on Thursday to meet Willi?"

"We need a parking lot that is big but not used too much. You know the area over by the Wonder bread factory?"

"Where all the warehouses are?"

"Yeah. Trucks go in and out of the area a lot, but not many shoppers or soccer moms heading for schools. You could park in one of their parking lots, then call Willi and tell him the address."

"And, the next week we would meet somewhere else."

"And on a different day. We need to vary the schedule each week. I don't want a pattern that's too easy to track."

"I need to drive around after work and scope out good parking places. I can make a map and let you know where I'll be for each date."

"The two-way radios will allow me to follow and make sure you're safe."

We kissed and went to sleep. In the morning from my office I contacted my techie friend and hired him to bug the RV. Three cameras were enough to cover the interior completely. By the end of the day he had installed the system and we had tested it. I left him at the storage yard working and when I came back I looked for the cameras and it took me ten minutes to find one. The other two I never found until he showed me where they were. I was a little worried that I had invested almost twenty-five thousand and only gotten two thousand back, but then I remembered how it had taken months after I started my business to see the first money coming in.

Lynn had called me to tell me the time Mr. Boughman had picked. Wednesday at one. He had reserved a hotel room about half an hours drive from their work. I had Lynn remind him that the deposit needed to be made before noon the day before any appointment.

We visited the RV that evening and stored the sheets, soaps and other supplies. Lynn didn't notice the cameras. When we were done I had her strip and we fucked. As we left the RV I opened an outside storage door and got the DVD from the recorder.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Insurance. Come on. When we get home I'll explain everything."

Twenty minutes later I popped the DVD into our home system and turned on our TV. The scene showed me undressing while Lynn undressed, in the RV. The audio picked up every word, grunt and moan while we fucked. It followed us right up to the time when I shut it off, just before we got out of the RV.

"Now I know what you meant when you said, Insurance. But, how do I turn it on and off?

"Near the door is a power distribution panel. Lots of switches and lights for things like the generator, the air conditioning, switching from battery to AC, and there's a switch that says refer."

"For the refrigerator!" Lynn said.

"That's what it says. It turns on the recording system. Like the one here in the house it will record eight hours of activity. If you turn it on and sit down to read a book it won't record you. When you stand up, it turns on and records. When you stop moving it waits five minutes and then shuts down. You don't need to shut it off at the end of a date. You don't need to change DVD's or any of that. I'll do all of it."

"When I meet with Mr. Boughman I'll be in a hotel room. No video there."

"There's a bug in your purse. I can listen to everything said in the room. Before you go in you say the room number. If anything happens that shouldn't I'll be in the room as fast as I can. There is also a recording made of everything that is said near your purse, again, just for insurance."

"Wow. I'd better be careful about saying bad things about you."

"Yes, that would not be nice. And, if I hear nasty things about me and you aren't on a date, you will pay for what you say. I understand that Willi needs to hear that he's a better lover than me. That's business."

She went to the hotel with Mr. Boughman. I parked in the hotel parking lot and listened to them. He was an arrogant man who demanded things rather than asking nicely. He used words and phrases to Lynn that had me almost angry enough to kick his ass, but I realized he was bating us. He wanted us to end the game and he could stop making his financial deposits. He directed her like he was making a movie, telling her just what he wanted her to do. I listened to the sounds of them having sex as well as his crude comments to Lynn. He didn't hit her or otherwise cause her to say the panic word she told me she would say if she needed help.




Scratching the Itch



Half an hour after they walked into the room he dressed and left her in the room. She showered and redressed before leaving. She went back to work and so did I.

The next day she drove to the storage yard, left her car and took the RV. She parked it in a lot for an electrical supply company. People did go in and out of the lot but not too many and she parked at the far end of the lot.

Fifteen minutes later Willi parked across the street and walked to the RV. He knocked once and the door opened. He climbed in.

"Nice RV Lynn. Is it yours?"

"It belongs to a friend. I do him a favor and he lets me use it sometimes. Do you like it?"

"Yeah. It has the two things I like; a bed and a bitch to put on the bed."

"Yeah, Willi. For the next two hours I am your bitch. Let's do what I love you doing to me."

"That's shit and I know it. You fuck me for the money."

"You don't pay me! I've been fucking you for months because I love what your big cock does to me. Reach up inside my skirt. I'm wet. Show me a couple hundred dollars and I won't be wet. Money doesn't make me wet. Your cock does."

"Your husband likes the money."

"So do you. Look at it this way, you make a deposit somewhere so you can have a romp once a week with no hassles. You don't need to wait for a neighborhood party or wait until Nick is out of town. The money is about freedom and convenience. You get to fuck me and I get to fuck you without ever being interrupted again."

"I hate paying for pussy!"

"You aren't. You're paying for privacy, safety and no worries. I fuck you for free, because I love fucking you.  Now, I have a brand new bed we've never used. Don't you think we should use it and have some fun?"

The sounds of undressing and of kissing came out of my headset and I heard her remind him to put on a raincoat. She opened a drawer and I heard him or her rip open the package. She said, "Here, let me help."

A minute later they were fucking. They fucked for a long time and he got really into it with her.

"Nick hasn't fucked you in here?"

"I don't call what Nick does fucking. This is fucking and I love this!"

"Is his dick as big as mine?"

"I've told you many times, his is as big as yours... when he's hard and you aren't. Feeling full isn't something he does for me. Now, fill me up!"

The sounds of grunting and groaning were loud and then Lynn said, "Cum in me! I'm cumming!"

He came. The sounds were of heavy breathing and as I listened it slowed and became normal.

"Can you get hard again? I'd like more." Lynn said.

"Maybe, if you suck me."

I heard the drawer and Lynn said, "I'll give you a fresh raincoat. If you get hard I want it in my ass. Ok?"

"Hell yes!"

It was a vivid experience listening to the sounds from the RV. I knew Willi wasn't bigger than me. I knew Lynn was lying to him. It was business. The thing that wasn't a lie was that she really liked being fucked by him.

He got almost hard and said he was ready. They moved around and I heard grunting and a yelp or two.

"You aren't quite hard enough to get in my ass now. When we get together next week let's start by fucking my ass. I know you'll stretch my ass then. Ok?"

"Ok! Finish me off with your mouth, then I need to go."

A few minutes later I heard the sound of water running, the toilet flushing and Willi getting dressed.

"What day next week Willi?"

"Wednesday?"

"No, that won't work. I'm busy Wednesday. How about Tuesday?"

I heard pages turning and he said, "It would need to be in the morning."

"How early?"

"Eight-thirty or nine."

"Ok. Eight-thirty on Tuesday. I'll call your cell at eight and let you know where."

"Will you be in this?"

"Probably, if my friend will loan it to me."

I heard the door open and then close. I watched Willi cross the street and get in his car. I called Lynn on the two-way radio.

She responded, "Breaker, breaker. Is that you good buddy?"

"Yup. Clean up and take the RV back to your friend. I'll be home at about six-thirty. Oh, don't forget to use your meds, Honey."

"Thanks."

I went back to my office and transferred the work I'd done sitting in my car onto my office computer. When Lynn went home she washed the sheets from the RV and made dinner. She called me on my cell and said dinner would be on the table at a quarter to seven. I was there in time to wash up and sort the mail.

As we ate she told me that when she got back to work Mr. Boughman had handed her a post-it that said, "Tuesday from one-thirty till three-thirty."

"Can you safely take them both on in one day?"

"If I'm careful. Willi won't forget that he gets my ass so the deposit he makes in my pussy won't be much. This weekend I'll buy some pre-packaged douches and in between boys I'll douche. That ought to help."

She had tested after she got home and her Ph was 5.9. She told me she had douched with water right after Willi left. I went to the storage yard after dinner and reset the recording system. I marked the DVD with the date and a #1. Willi was now a number.

At home I put the DVD in a drawer. I realized I would have a big collection of DVD's and I needed somewhere to keep them. I cleaned out one drawer of my desk. I decided when I had ten DVD's I would open a safety deposit box at the bank and every time I had ten I'd move them to the box.

Lynn was naked, sitting on the bed when I walked in. She looked up and smiled.

"I like the smile, but I wonder why it's there?"

"I used to be worried all the time that you knew, that you were about to toss me out or beat the shit out of me. The worry is gone! I feel well fucked and very well loved."

""Tell me about some of the women you know, please."

"Looking for a Honey?"

"Yes."

She talked about women she knew. Most of them were not possibilities. They had never shared any unhappiness stories with Lynn. However, since she had moved to her new job she had met one woman who was a real possibility. Mrs. Clarke. She was the neglected wife of Mr. Clarke, Mr. Boughman's boss. The day she moved into her new office Mrs. Clarke was her first phone call.

Mrs. Aurora Clarke had been talking to the woman who had the phone number before Lynn almost every day. Her first call had been a getting-to-know-you call and Lynn had impressed her. She called a couple times a week. The short version was Mr. Clarke was more interested in the business than he was in giving his wife the business.

"Ask her if she has a computer. If she does, recommend she calls my cell number and ask for an upgrade. Let her know the initial visit is free."

"I can suggest that. When I talk to her, are you my husband?"

"No, but you can say I'm married. Married women would rather mess with someone who is married, I think. He's not as likely to want her to dump her husband."

"Ok. I expect her call tomorrow. You may get a call from her tomorrow."

"Can you check on Mr. Clarke's schedule without causing anyone to notice?"

"Sure. You want to know when he'll be out of town?"

"That would make things easier."

The next day I got an email with a picture of Mrs. Aurora Clarke and her phone number. In the picture she was standing in a garden holding a glass of champagne and smiling. She had on a summer sun dress that showed lots of skin and ample cleavage, nice legs and lots of tanned skin. She looked to be about my age. The email message said, "I talked to her. She gave me the picture to send to you. She wants you to call her before noon, today. Give her a good deal on a computer upgrade."

I called. The conversation was all business and we set an appointment for the free evaluation. As we talked I got a new email that gave me his schedule. He was going to Tampa Bay for the weekend. His plane would leave in three hours.

"Mrs. Clarke, I have a cancellation for early this evening. If you want, I can come and give your computer the evaluation today."

"What time?"

"How about six?" His plane left at four-forty-five.

"Six would be fine, but would I be keeping you from a date with your wife or anything?"

"No. I am married but this evening my wife is busy. In fact she will be gone until about noon tomorrow."

"No other plans?"

"If I wasn't meeting with your computer I'd be watching a pro-basketball game on TV."

"You're a fan?"

"Only when I have nothing else to do."

She gave me her address and we ended the call. I called Lynn.

"Honey, I've been invited over this very evening."

"She's going to take a run at you. You know that, don't you?"

"You Ok with that?"

"Same rules as for me? Condoms every time?"

"You bet! STD's are not invited into our lives."

"Ok, just remind yourself this isn't love, this is sex."

"From the picture she looks like I could fall in love."

"Liar! The picture has nothing to do with falling in love and we both know it. Fuck her. Enjoy it and make sure she does too. Maybe she can help add to our account in her spare time."

"One of the things I love about you is that I don't need to explain everything to you. No telling who she might be able to get pictures of, if I approach it carefully."

"I'll be in bed naked when you get home."

"I might not get home. If things work well I may spend the night."

"I want a full report when you get home."

"A blow by blow account?"

"Blow by blow, suck by suck and fuck by fuck! Save a little for me too, Ok?"

"Ok. See you sometime tomorrow." We ended the call and I gathered my tools and things for the service call with Mrs. Clarke. I also went home and showered, shaved and put on fresh clothes.

At five minutes to six I parked alongside the Clarke house. When I guessed at the size of the house I guessed at ten thousand square feet. The front was colonial with four pillars and lots of white paint. I didn't intend on going to the front door. That would make me a guest. I intended to go to the side door where all service people would go.

When I got out of the car I opened the boot and got my tool bag. As I closed the boot the side door opened and Mrs. Aurora Clarke held it open for me.

"Come in, Mr. Peterson. You are quite punctual. I like that." She wore white shorts, a white halter top and no shoes. As I slid past her into the kitchen I smelled a hint of a nice perfume. I also noticed she was about five-eight or nine, her body looked quite fit and well proportioned. She showed lots of tanned skin. The halter held her breasts but did little to hide them. Her areola were visible, about half dollar sized and round, topped with blueberry sized nipples that were begging for attention, by the look of them.

She led me to a small room with an antique desk and on the desk a desktop computer and monitor. I sat down and began a diagnostic check of the machine. I cleaned up the hard drive and made some minor changes to the way her Windows program ran. Then I searched through all her programs, asking questions and deleting things she didn't need or want. I found a key stroke monitoring program. I asked if she wanted it. She wanted me to explain what it did.

"My husband must have put it there to see what I was doing. I think he's a bit jealous."

I set it up so she could shut it off or turn it on as she liked. The times it was shut off would look like she was not using the computer.

She asked if I was almost done. I was. She said she would warm dinner for us and she left me alone. I checked and found another key stroke monitoring program hidden. I put a bug in it that would scramble whatever was typed and even add things when the computer wasn't being used.

Mrs. Clarke came back and led me to the kitchen table. She asked if we could eat there rather than the stuffy formal dining room. I told her it was fine with me. Our house didn't have a dining room. We always ate in the kitchen.

She served dinner. Baby back ribs, Chinese style braised green beans and cornbread. She confessed she didn't make it, her cook did. I complimented her skill at heating it up. We laughed and ate. 

At one point a piece of rib meat fell from the bone and landed on the white halter covering her right breast. She looked down and said, "Years ago we had a rule. If something dropped on us during a meal the other person had to get it, using only their mouth." She looked up at me, smiled and asked if I was willing to play by the rules.

I smiled and dropped to my knees beside her chair. She turned a little, offering her breast to me. As I leaned towards her breast her hands went alongside my face and drew me to the morsel of meat. I plucked the meat from the cloth without smearing the sauce or really touching her breast. I chewed and she dropped another piece on the halter.

My mouth grabbed that piece and the nipple beneath the cloth and I sucked. Her hands gripped my head tighter and pressed my face into the softness of her breast.

When we eventually backed off that connection I said, "If we keep playing this game we'll ruin the halter."

"Maybe the game would be just as much fun without the halter?"

"Maybe. Shall we find out?"

She untied the knot behind her neck and behind her back. The white cloth fell away and her index finger smeared a bit of sauce on her nipples. 

"Right or left, first?" I asked.

"Right!" Her hands guided my lips right to her breast. I sucked the sauce off and continued to feast on her breast. I behaved as if someone had painted her breast with sauce, kissing and sucking all the breast I could reach. She moved me over to her other breast and I attempted to give equal time and attention to it.

"Stop, please." I stopped. My lips still held her breast but I didn't suck.

"Before we go farther I want to know what else you found in my computer."

"I found another key stroke monitor and I added a bug to it so no one will know what you type on the machine."

"One more question. Do you eat pussy?"

"Yes! It is one of the great pleasures of life."

She stood and helped me stand. She left the dishes on the table and led me out the back door of the house. We walked fifty yards to a building that was built as a stable. It had six stalls and she led me to the sixth. The big door opened and led us into a beautiful bedroom suite. She closed the door and unbuttoned her shorts. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. She had a two inch long landing strip above her shaved lips and a small tattoo next to the lips, on her right. The tattoo was of red lips. It looked like a woman had kissed her beside her pussy right after putting lipstick on.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"I do."

"My husband hates it. I had a girl-friend years ago and she kissed me there. I had a tattoo put there to remember her. She gave me my first oral sex orgasm. Since Michael won't give oral sex he hates the tattoo.

"If I kiss the tattoo, do you think your lover will feel it too?"

"Right now you are my lover. I want to feel your lips on mine. And, I want you naked."

Together we got me naked pretty quickly. Then I put her on her back on the bed and I knelt beside the bed, between her legs. I leaned in and began touching her lips with my tongue.

Minutes later I spread her legs and delved deeper into her treasure. She tasted oh, so good. She lifted her legs, opening herself more to me. My hands spread her lips and my face plundered her treasure, drinking all the golden nectar that flowed to me. She let me know how I was doing and encouraged me toward her first orgasm with me.

"Oh! Right there! Now! Suck my button! Suck it! Please!"

I did. She took a big breath and shook all over. She let go of her legs and they clamped onto my head! I once again joined the millions of men who have been threatened with death by smothering by pussy. If I need to go that is a good way to go.

She released her grip before I passed out. I took a big breath and licked as much of her open pussy as my tongue would reach. She shook again and said, "Too much! Too much! Please let me rest a minute."

I rested my head on her mons and waited as she calmed. Then she said, "There are condoms in the drawer. I'd like you to use one and give me the fucking I deserve."

The drawer had quite a few condoms in it. I grabbed one. Seconds later I was poised at her entrance thinking about the almost ten years I had been faithful to a promise made when Lynn and I married. I wasn't breaking the promise. I wasn't cheating. Lynn knew where I was and what I was doing. I leaned forward and slowing filled Aurora's waiting puss.

"Oh, Nick! You tease! Come on, give it all to me!"

As slow as I could I filled her. When I hit bottom I pressed against her, pinning her clit between us and she moaned along with me. She felt different from Lynn and just like Lynn. Gripping me with her warmth and slippery insides the feeling encouraged me to stroke in deep and back almost all the way out before doing it again and again. Her legs wrapped around my waist and held me inside her. She held my arms near my elbows and her eyes locked on mine, watching every sign of what was going on in my head.

"Look at me, Nick. I'm giving myself to you. I want you to love me, not just fuck me. I want you to want me to cum for you. Go a little faster."

My mind replayed Lynn's admonition to not love Aurora. Could I just fuck her, without loving her? Did I want to? What was the interplay between love and sex, for me?

"Nick, listen. That sound is our bodies loving each other, giving comfort to each other. Listen. It's so sweet."

She rolled over, slowly and moved so she was up on her knees with me still inside her pussy. My hands automatically held her hips and drew her back to me, imbedding my cock inside her.

"Look at me, Nick. Bowing before my king, offering him all of me. You are my king. I surrender to you in all ways. I am your woman, your slut, your whore, your lover! Use me. I am yours."

Looking at her back as I held her ass and filled her pussy I heard her words and the combination pushed me to fill her. I felt the tightening, the increase in blood pressure, the urge to slam into her shooting hundreds of thousands of sperm deep within her.

Biology wins! My mind knew we were not making babies, that none of my sperm would penetrate an egg of hers and start a baby. But the urge blanked my active mind to anything except giving her every swimmer I could.

I groaned and the sound turned into a bellow. We ended up with Aurora flat on the bed, me atop her still imbedded in her pussy. A sheen of sweat covered our skin and our breath came in ragged gasps for a while.

She shifted a little and I slid off her and onto my side still touching my body to hers. We stayed still for long moments and rested. Eventually she moved again and sat up beside me. Her fingers pulled the condom off my shrinking dick and she tied a knot in the end before she tossed it into a plastic lined trashcan beside the bed.

Aurora kissed me then kissed my dick, swallowing all of it into her mouth and cleaning all my cum from me into her.

"Still want me as a partner?" She asked.

I sat up. "What?"

"You came here thinking you could hook me into fucking like Lynn and making lots of money for all three of us. Still want that?"

"I want to be honest. That is why I came here. Now, I'm conflicted. I still want that and I want what you said while we were fucking. I want you to love me and for me to love you."

"You love Lynn. Lynn loves you. She fucks Willi and Bradley, for fun and money."

"You know?"

"I know more than anyone knows I know. But it's true. Lynn loves you. You love Lynn. What does it hurt if you love me too? Nothing! What does it hurt if Lynn loves me and you? Nothing!"

"I don't think Lynn is bi sexual."

"She probably would agree, right now. We'll see. This little business you have, how much does it pay?"

"So far Willi and Ted Boughman pay her five hundred a fuck and a monthly dues of another five hundred, twenty-five hundred a month. Each.




Scratching the Itch



"Two men who pay five thousand to fuck Lynn a total of eight times a month. Not bad, but it can be much better. Interested?"

"Sure."

She got out of the bed, pulled me out as well and pulled the sheets off. She left the sheets on the floor and we walked out of the stall bedroom and into the stall room next door. No bed, just thousands of dollars worth of electronics. She sat in the chair and tapped the keyboard. A twenty-two inch monitor came to life and showed Aurora on the bed with me. The camera obviously was up near the ceiling and off to a side of the bed. She hit a key and the picture changed to a different camera angle. That camera was in the headboard. The room filled with the wet sounds we had been making. She hit another key and the screen blanked.

"Wow!"

"I have an apartment building with nine apartments in it. It's all ready to rent. I want Lynn to have an apartment there. I want you to have an apartment there. Six of those apartments are wired like the room next door. I like what you've done so far, but it's risky. I want to change the business we do. I want to give some women a place to live. Their rent is that they fuck who we send to them. Those men and women pay a membership fee and a monthly rent on the apartment. Their rent entitles them to as many days and nights in their apartment as they buy."

"There might be seven renters for one apartment?"

"Mr. Monday, Mr. Tuesday and so on."

"And if Mr, Tuesday wants more, he can pay rent for another day and become Mr. Tuesday-Wednesday."

"Hyphenated names are in now, aren't they?"

"Won't we get arrested for running a whore house?"

"How can that happen? We make it known that the rent is for the room and the woman is there to take care of making dinner, cleaning up after him and being great company. We make sure the girls know they are never to take money or gifts from the men. If they do they are out and gone. The men can give presents and gifts but they will come through us and be divided among all the ladies."

There are nine apartments. One is the gym, full of equipment they can use to stay fit. Two are storage and supplies. Each lady gets a cell phone, a clothing allowance and money to buy food with. She is responsible for keeping her renter well fed and happy. She will be seen by a doctor once a month. Any STD gets her dismissed that day."

"You have this well thought out. You want Lynn to live there, I understand, but why me?"

"I want to know where you are when I want to spend time with you. I want you to interview all the new ladies before they get an apartment and I want you to keep them happy. Keep the apartments fixed up, the plumbing working and if keeping the ladies happy means eating pussy every day or fucking lots of women, I expect you to do it. Interested?"

"What about the videos?"

"They are insurance. Politicians, businessmen and clergy don't want to cause us trouble if they know a video of them might surface."

"I'm in. We need to talk to Lynn."

"Let's clean up, make the bed with fresh sheets and invite Lynn over. We can have lunch and fuck her together after she agrees to the plan."

"One more question. Money?"

"You will have no expenses at all. I pay the bills, including food. If a renter wants to go out to eat, he knows he pays. Eating at home is paid for out of his rent. Every month you will get a deposit to your account of ten thousand dollars, beginning the month we are full. That's ten grand each."

I stood and we went back to the stall bedroom and showered, changed the sheets and dressed. We walked the smelly sheets back to the house and dumped them in the laundry room. I called Lynn and when she answered I said, "Have you been fucked today?"

"No. Who is this?" She laughed as she asked.

"This is your date for today. Put on your yellow flowered sun dress, some sandals and meet me at the IHOP on Fenton Way. Is half an hour soon enough?"

"Yes. I'll shower and be there."

"Bye. I love you."

"Ditto." The phone died in my hand.

We took Aurora's mini-van. Aurora drove. She parked at IHOP and we waited. Lynn arrived and parked at the back of the lot. We drove slowly up beside her and I said, "Want a ride, beautiful?"

She jumped a little, recognized my voice and said, "Yeah! Where are we going?"

Aurora said, "It's a surprise. Get in. The side door opened and Lynn climbed in. The door closed and we left IHOP. We explained the business to Lynn as we drove. When we got to the apartment building I was impressed. Like the gate system at the Clarke estate there was a card reader/key pad by the gate. Aurora used a key card and the gate opened. The cinderblock wall around the property was at least eight feet high. As soon as we went through the gate we had to turn right, a privacy fence blocked the view inside. Once around that we could see the parking lot, the pool and hot tub area and the building. The area was crowded with trees and bushes to the point that there were almost no clear views of anything. Aurora parked the mini-van and led us to an apartment. It had a key pad on the door. She entered a code and the door unlocked.

Inside was a very nice apartment. Spacious and well furnished. "This one is yours Lynn, if you like it."

We looked it over carefully. I knew there were cameras and microphones all over but they were well hidden. I didn't see any. Aurora showed us all the apartments, the gym and then the manager's apartment. It would be mine and I had the equipment room for the audio visual equipment.

Looking at all the equipment Lynn asked, "How good is this?"

Aurora hit some keys and a monitor lit up. Three seconds later we walked into the first apartment and Aurora said, "This one is yours Lynn, if you like it." She hit more keys and the display followed us from room to room.

"Ok. I'm in." Lynn said.

"Not yet. We need to go home first." We got back in the mini-van and went back to the Clarke estate.

Aurora parked in front of the stable. She led us into stall room six. Lynn looked around and said, "This is nice too. But, I don't understand. You have the house right over there. Why do you need this room?"

"This is the prototype for the apartments. I figured out how to do them by building this. I also used it to bankroll the apartments by video recording a few men who have more money than brains. They bought the apartment building and furnished it with their contributions."

"Aurora charges more than five hundred a pop." Lynn said.

"A hundred thousand dollars buys the DVD and the audio tape of our little play time. He gets to spend the rest of his life wondering if he got the original and all the copies. Like Nick said, Insurance."

Aurora moved close to Lynn and said, "I know you love fucking. Do you love being eaten too?"

"God yes! Did Nick munch on you last night?"

"Yes, and he's exceptional. Have you ever been eaten by a woman?"

"No. When I was in college my roommate played with a girl a few times and I was tempted... but we never did it."

"Take off the dress, Lynn. I want to eat you. I want to eat you while Nick fucks me!"

Lynn looked at me and I smiled and nodded. Getting out of her clothes was a one step process. She unzipped the dress and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the pile and out of her sandals. Aurora stripped and put her arms around Lynn and kissed her. I stripped and watched for a while.

Aurora was good. She touched Lynn in all the right places and all the right ways. Lynn returned the touches, nibbles and kisses but without the experienced moves of Aurora.

It wasn't long before they were on the bed and in the classic sixty-nine position. They began with Lynn on the top. Her ass was up near the head of the bed and my best view was of Lynn's head between Aurora's legs. From the side I could see a breast pointing down, pressed against a belly and a breast pointing up, pressing against a belly. Both breasts less than six inches apart.

By standing beside the bed I could reach Lynn's ass with one hand and their breasts with the other hand. I pinched their nipples, squeezed their breasts and pushed a finger into Lynn's ass.

Lynn pulled back from aurora's pussy and said, "Give me more fingers, Nick! Aurora, I love it! I'm close!"

I made it three fingers. Aurora said, "I'm watching your fingers in Lynn! It's so hot!"

I felt Lynn's body quiver and shake, she was cumming. My hand grasped her breast and I squeezed, using my thumb and index finger to pinch the areola and nipple. Lynn screamed into Aurora's cunt. Aurora's arms were around Lynn's torso and she held on until Lynn started to calm. Aurora shifted and rolled them both over. Aurora was above Lynn, her ass open and inviting. I moved to the end of the bed between Aurora's legs and said, "Lynn, lick her and watch as I fuck her ass."

My cock dipped into Aurora's cunt for two deep strokes and then I moved it up to her pucker. Lynn said, "God! I'm so hot! I'm gonna cum again!"

"Eat me, Bitch!" Aurora said from her end of the bed. 

I pushed in all the way, holding her ass cheeks apart and watching. Below my cock I could see Lynn's eyes looking up at me as her tongue touched Aurora's cunt. Lynn's eyes were glazed over in lust. 

After I bottomed out in that first slow stroke I increased the tempo and soon was fucking hard into Aurora. Lynn and Aurora came again, screaming. A few more strokes and I unloaded into Aurora's ass. 

After I finished cumming I grasped my cock and the rubber I had put on while they are each other and I pulled out. When I was out I pulled the rubber off and Lynn put my cock in her mouth and cleaned all my own cum off me. I tied off the rubber and dropped it in the trash.

Aurora rolled off Lynn and turned so she could be face to face with my wife.

I got on the bed too, lying behind Lynn. We relaxed, caressed and held each other. I may have dozed. When I was back, fully aware Lynn and Aurora were softly talking and kissing.

The result? We were a partnership of sorts. Lynn and I removed the A-V equipment from our house and put it up for sale. We moved into the apartment building. All three of us set about finding women to live in the other apartments.

When we want a few days or nights off we use the RV and take little trips. Sometimes it's Lynn and me and sometimes it's Aurora and me. Once, so far, it was Lynn and Aurora. 

Lynn kept working. One day while she was in the break room she overheard two other young women talking about a boyfriend one of them had. Seems he had been spending the night in the apartment the two women shared and after fucking his girlfriend, Anna, he waited until she was asleep and went to Emiko's bed. He had his face into her pussy before she woke up. She screamed and they had some problems getting him out of the apartment. They were talking about needing to move, but finding a place they could afford was tough.

Lynn approached them and told them she knew of a place where they could find a nice apartment, and not expensive. They were interested and Lynn gave them the address of a nearby Denny's where they would meet after work. She said parking was a problem so she would take them to see the apartment.

They wanted to know the rent. Lynn said each apartment was different but she paid $700 for hers. She knew that was slightly low for the area. They agreed to meet her at Denny's.

She called me and called Aurora so we knew she was meeting two prospects. I told her to show them apartment one. I would have the system on. If they moved I would turn on the system wherever they went.

It was almost six thirty when the front gate opened and Lynn's car drove in. I was watching from the control room. Aurora wasn't on the property. I watched as Lynn showed the ladies around. The lights were on in the pool and hot tub as well as throughout the garden area. She led them to number one and entered the code in the door.

The ladies were impressed with the no-key lock. Inside they were impressed by the apartment and the furnishings. They refused to believe that the apartment rented for $700. It was just too nice. Lynn said for them to follow her. They went to Lynn's apartment. She sat them down on the couch and offered them a drink. She asked if it would be Ok if she got more comfortable. She kicked off her shoes and took off her jacket.

She told them that the rent wasn't $700 a month for apartment one. For them it would be much lower. Apartment one was a membership apartment. A man would pay the rent and she would be there to take care of him. Feed him, keep the place clean, do the laundry. The men who would rent these apartments were busy men who needed pampering and were willing to pay to be pampered.

The ladies asked lots of questions. The biggest was, would the men expect sex?

"Yes. The rent for these apartments is high, because it includes complete pampering. The men will know that they are required to always use condoms and to treat you as they would a very rich wife. No rough stuff. You will be expected to dress well for any and all dinners out or short vacations. Lynn let them know that they would be getting a clothing allowance for those clothes they might not already have.

Emiko asked, "So a man will rent apartment number one and I come with it. He will live with me and I will be his paid wife. He gets everything a husband gets and I get free rent and fucked often."

"Close. You are not his wife. A wife can say, "I have a headache. I'm too tired. I'm not in the mood." You will never turn down his advances. He pays well for the privilege of always getting a yes."

"Then aren't I a hooker?"

"Hookers get paid for sex. You will never get money from any man who pays rent here. All the money is paid as rent and fees. You get paid and have a job as live-in maid or personal assistant."

"What if I can't stand the man?"

"Find a different man and get the one you can't stand to go live with Anna, or me."

They both sat quietly for a minute or two. Emiko looked up and said, "I think I can do this. The apartments are great. They are private and have everything. We already take care of an apartment. I cook. All I need to get used to is fucking whenever he wants to."

Anna said, "We both complain about not getting enough sex. Even Bobby only comes over once or twice a week."

"So, does that mean you're both wanting in?" Lynn asked. 

From the control room I was impressed with how Lynn had led them along. 

"Emiko, are you in?" Anna asked.

Emiko nodded and Anna said, "Me too." They faced Lynn.

Lynn said, "The process for being able to live here is not finished. You'll both need physical exams including all the tests for STD's and HIV as well as one other test. That test can start now or tomorrow. Your choice."

"What is it?"

"There is a man in room three. One of you will walk down to room three and knock. When he opens the door you will say, "I'm here to be fucked. I want to live here." He will take you in and for the rest of tonight you are his. In the morning I'll bring you some fresh clothes and you'll be driven to your car so we can all go to work. Before quitting time tomorrow you'll let me know if you're still interested."

"What about the one who doesn't go to room three?"

"You'll spend the night with me. Then tomorrow, if you still are interested you will come back and spend the night again. The one who stays with me will stay with him tomorrow."

"And then?" Emiko asked.

"Then we'll let you know the next day before quitting time, if you got the job."

Anna asked, "Who is the man in apartment three?"

"He works here. Takes care of the place and all of us. He has taken such good care of me I can tell you I love him."

Another pause. They looked at Lynn, at each other and the carpet. Finally Emiko said, "I'll go to room three, but I need things."

"Blow dryer, make up, deodorant, toothbrush?"

She nodded. "He has a fully stocked bathroom. I know, because I stocked it." She pointed into her bedroom. "Go in and see if anything in there is something you'd wear to work tomorrow. Get under things and whatever and take it with you to apartment three. If the bras and panties don't interest you there is a washer and dryer in number three."

Emiko went in and tried on a couple things before choosing. She chose clothes that went with the shoes she was already wearing. At the door she looked at Lynn and Anna and said, "Well, wish me luck."

Anna nodded and Lynn said, "You'll be fine. He's a good lover."

After Emiko took three steps Lynn closed the door and said, "Let's get more comfortable."

She began undressing as she walked into the bedroom. I watched for a moment then silenced the speakers and shut off the monitors. I turned the system on in number three, locked the door to the control room and waited for Emiko to knock.

She did. I opened the door and smiled. She said, "Hi. I'm Emiko and I came here to get fucked. I want to live here."

"Then come on in. You can take your things in there and put them away. Have you eaten dinner?" I knew she had eaten at Denny's.

"Yes, I've eaten. Have you?"

"No. If I ask nicely could you, would you, make me something? Please?"

"Sure. I'll look at the kitchen in a sec." She took the clothes into the bedroom and was back in less than a minute. She opened cabinets and the fridge, taking inventory. "You like omelets?"

"Sure. Is that what I get?"

"I can make you a good omelet from what's here, with toast, if you like."

"What I'd like is if you'd make that omelet wearing just your heels and stockings. That way nothing gets spilled on your nice clothes."

"You want me cooking naked?"

"No. Naked would be without the shoes and stockings."

"Ok." She went back in the bedroom and undressed. When she came back she had her panties and bra in her hand. "Mrs. Peterson told me I could wash these here."

"The laundry is behind that door." I pointed. She walked and I watched. Dark hair, no tan lines and a full bush of dark straight hair. Her breasts were not so big they drooped but big enough for my tastes. Small dark areola and nipples. She came back into the kitchen and made the omelet and toast.

When she served it to me she asked if I wanted anything to drink. "Maybe a beer, for both of us?"

She got two, opened them and started to sit across from me. "We live by nudist rules around here. Naked people always sit on towels. They are easier and cheaper to clean than chairs and couches. Towels are in there." I pointed to the linen closet.

As I ate I talked to her. "If you get the job it will be a lot like being an actress in a reality TV series. You might want to pick a name for your persona, rather than the same name you have outside these walls. You see why?"

"Yes. That way I still get a private me."

"This omelet is great. Did you study cooking?"

"Just from my Mom as I grew up."

"If you take cooking classes, we pay for them."

"Oh, this could be fun. Anything else?"

"We'll pay for classes and membership at a yoga place. Once in a while we may have a trainer come to our gym and work with you."

"You want us fit and healthy. Good! So do I."

"You look great. Have you been working out?"

"Three times a week and at lunch time I usually walk."

"When you weigh in during your physical we will use that weight to set the weight goals for you. If you get too skinny or put too much weight on, you cannot live here." The omelet was gone. Emiko picked up the plate and took it to the sink. She washed it, dried it and put it away.

"Would you be kind enough to help me undress?"

She helped. When she had my shirt unbuttoned I leaned forward and kissed her. There was a moment of hesitation and then she surrendered into the kiss. When it ended I said, "Remember, this is your role for tonight. Who are you? Be someone other than your Mother's daughter. Will you be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?"