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Her Face

By: Starlight



I stood on the balcony taking in the panoramic view of the bay with its calm waters, and farther out the huge rollers crashing against the two arms of land protecting the inner waters.

I turned briefly from the view to look along the façade of the building. It was then I saw her. On the next balcony, her elbow resting on the balustrade, her chin cupped in her hand. 

She was in profile to me, and I was transfixed by her beauty. Her long dark hair tumbling down to cascade over her shoulders in shining waves. Her nose was straight and clearly defined, as were her lips from what I could see. Her breasts resting on top of the balustrade seemed large and firm and although most of the rest of her body was hidden from me, I got the impression of a slim figure.

My hotel room was on the third floor, and from the main window you could step out onto a balcony. I was living a life of indulgence and luxury for once. 

More or less as a joke I had sent in a short story to a magazine which had offered as a prize a week in this opulent hotel and a reasonable sum of spending money to go with it. To my utter amazement, I won. So, from my normally frugal student lifestyle, I was suddenly living a life of the well-to-do, even if only for a few days. The sight of the lovely woman on the next balcony, however, would have been prize enough, even if that was all there was.

I stayed very still, hardly daring to breathe, in case even my slightest action might alert her to my presence, and she moved away. I felt as if I could have gazed upon her engaging loveliness forever.

A little girl about five years of age, came out onto the balcony and said, "I'm ready, mummy. Can we go now?" The woman stood up straight and turned, saying, "Of course, darling." As she turned, her other profile came into my line of vision, and I was stunned. On that side, the left side, her face was horribly scarred. 

Perhaps if the right profile had not presented itself with such exquisite beauty, the shock would not have been so great. The sheer contrast made her marred left profile appear worse than it was. I conjectured that she had received a very bad burn. This had dragged down the corner of her eye and mouth, and left a scar across her cheek and temple.

Her hand went up to her hair and she arranged it in a pathetic attempt to cover that side of her face. She took the little girl's hand and together they left the balcony. I remained still staring at the spot where I had seen her, for some time. 

I thought, not for the first time, how cruel life could be. What it gives with one hand, in her case beauty, it so casually takes away with the other. In futile fashion, I wondered if it would be better not to have beauty, or whatever other gift nature might bestow, in the first place. Then any loss might not be felt so bitterly.

I gave up musing on this philosophical conundrum, and reentered my room. I had intended to start exploring the locality, which offered both beach attractions and tracks winding into the adjacent rain forest. I decided on the beach as my first walk.

I left the hotel and followed a narrow path through some dense scrub that fringed the beach. Coming out onto the sands, I set off in the direction of one of the arms of land that met the ocean.

There was hardly a person in sight, except in the distance I could see the lady of the balcony and the little girl, who seemed to be rushing back and forth, daring the little wavelets to catch her. 

They were moving very slowly and I would soon catch up with them. I had that awkward, embarrassed feeling that one often has in the face of a crippled, or in this case, a disfigured, person. Could I walk straight past them, ignoring their presence, or should I say, "Hello." If I greeted them and there was any sort of conversation, would I be able to act "normally," or would I give away my feelings about the lady's injuries? Would my reaction reinforce any self-consciousness she might feel about her scars?

I decided on a brisk pace so as to pass them quickly. My plan did not work out quite as I hoped. As I drew level with them the little girl looked at me and asked with childlike directness, "You're the man in the room next to ours, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"I saw you on the balcony."

"Did you?"

I felt a wrench at my heart as I saw her mother stop and turn so her injury was not visible to me.

"Karin, you mustn't bother the gentleman," then addressing me, "I'm sorry, but she does like talking to people."

I gave an uncertain little laugh and replied, "That's all right," then trying to overcome my awkwardness went on, "She's very pretty isn't she."

I had the feeling that my tongue should have been torn out. Looking at the child, I could see that she was the miniature image of her mother. Another fifteen or sixteen years and she would have the same loveliness that must have once been her mother's. The mother did not seem troubled by my comment, and replied, "Yes, I think so."

We exchanged a few more general comments about the beach and the fine weather, then I excused myself and walked on. The little girl called after me: "Perhaps I shall see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, perhaps you will," I called back, giving what I hoped was a friendly wave of the hand.

It took a full hour to walk to the headland. I stood watching the massive ocean rollers come crashing in to send great fountains of spray up the cliff. Again, I meditated on the beauty and harshness of nature, the one so often intermingled with the other.


When I returned to the hotel, it was time for the evening meal. After changing, I went to the dining room.

Oddly, after my uneasiness about meeting them on the beach, I found myself hoping I might see the lady of the balcony and her daughter. Most of the residents looked to be in their sixties and seventies. I was twenty- four, and the lady of the balcony seemed nearest to my age, possibly about twenty-eight or nine.

I felt a twinge of regret when they did not show up by the time I had finished.

That evening, the hotel was screening a film in the recreation area, so I decided to go along. Again, I hoped my pair might turn up, but they didn't. The film I found to be a combination of violence and nauseating sentimentality. I left about half way through.

Walking out onto the front entrance of the hotel, I noticed there was a full moon just rising to shine across the water, catching the ripples so as to make them seem alive with flashing fire. The thought of fire brought with it thought of my lady. With that thought came the sound of the child Karin's voice. She came up the steps to the hotel entrance toward me, chattering away to her mother.

When seeing a person in full light and view we are so often taken up with their physical appearance, we fail to appreciate other aspects of them. Now, in the dim light, I noticed my lady's voice as she responded to her daughter. It was one of the most beautifully modulated voices I had ever heard. It was not, as some "well articulated" voices are, contrived. It flowed freely and rhythmically. "A voice one could live with," I thought. 

Karin saw me and began without preamble; "Mummy and I have just been to a lovely place for dinner. It's much better than the hotel. We're going there again tomorrow. I think you should come with us…Mummy, he can come, can't he?"

"Darling, you can't just invite people like that. They might not want to come, and then you've made it hard for them to say no." 

She seemed more at ease in the dim light as she turned to me; "I really must apologise for my daughter, once again. She's so enthusiastic about the restaurant we've been to, she wants to share it with everyone." 

"No apology needed," I replied. "I think it's rather lovely of her to want to share. By the way, I'm Peter Holbrook." 

She hesitated for a moment as if not sure she should reveal her name, then said, "I'm Angel Robbart, but as I don't always live up to my name I'm generally called 'Angie'. My daughter is Karin, as I expect you already know."

We shook hands. The touch of her soft warm hand sent a quiver of pleasure racing through me. I felt a little flustered at my reaction and muttered something like, "Pleased to meet you."

"Well," said Angie, "I must put the little one to bed, good night. Say goodnight to Mr.Holbrook, Karin."

"Goodnight, Mr.Holbrook. Mummy says we can go swimming in the morning if the weather's nice. Will you come with us?"

"We'll see. Goodnight, Karin."

They departed for their room, leaving me to contemplate the open-heartedness of little children, and the strange effect the mother was having on me.

If Angie was no "Angel", I was not to be classified among the saintly ones either. I would like to have brought a girl with me to share my prize, but found myself to be between girlfriends, and hadn't fancied a casual lover who came along for the trip and not for me. Casual sex was not foreign to me, but normally consisted of one-night stands. The thought of having one female around for the whole week did not appeal. I had the idea that I might pick up something in the hotel, or perhaps in the town, but a brief survey of the scene did not give me grounds for optimism. 

Angie was the only woman roughly in my age bracket. If she had possessed the stunning beauty that must have once been hers, I would probably have been too overwhelmed by it to try anything with her. I would have assumed that she would be after more worthwhile prey than a hard up physics student. 

As it was, her disfigurement…well…! My thoughts rambled on; "I wonder where Mr.Robbart is…always assuming there is a Mr.Robbart…Of course there is, she…That's strange! Why do I want there to be a Mr.Robbart?

I mentally shrugged and decided it was time for bed. The sea air sent me quickly into a deep sleep. If I dreamed, I have no recall of it.

I woke to a room bright with the morning sun. Though an open window I heard Karin's excited voice speaking from their balcony; "Mummy, it's a lovely day. The sun's shining. We can go swimming, can't we?" I didn't hear Angie's reply, but remembered I had received an invitation from Karin to join them in their swim.

I had intended to spend the day following one of the tracks into the rain forest that seemed to head for the low hills at some distance from the hotel. I tossed up in my mind whether to keep to my plan, or accept Karin's invitation. 

I had just about made up my mind to head for the hills, when I heard Karin's voice again; "Will Mr.Holbrook be coming with us? Can I go and ask him?" I heard Angie's voice in reply, but her words were indistinguishable. Karin did not come knocking at my door.

I retraced my mental steps and decided that as Karin seemed to value my presence, I would join her on the beach. I breakfasted in the dining room and then went back to my room to put on my bathing trunks.

I had half expected to see Karin and her mother in the dining room, but they did not appear. I went out onto the balcony to try to see if they had already gone to the beach, and spotted two figures that resembled them just entering the water. I put on a beach coat and made for the sea. 

My assumption that the two figures were Karin and Angie proved correct. They were both splashing about in the water as I arrived.

Karin spotted me and raced out of the water to greet me. Untrammeled by the inhibitions that hold most adults in their grasp, she took my hand saying, "Come on, Mr.Holbrook, mummy's swimming," and dropping my beach coat beside their things, I was impelled towards the water.

Angie stayed at a distance from me, so for about half an hour I played with Karin, having to respond repeatedly to her pleas, "On your shoulders again." This meant I had to heave her up to stand on my shoulders, from where she would leap in a sort of limb waving dive.

By the end of the half-hour, Karin was beginning to shiver a bit. Angie was some distance off so on my own initiative I carried Karin back to the beach to the place where they had left their things.

I dropped down and began to dry myself in the sun. Karin dried herself with a towel, and we waited for Angie to emerge.

Angie remained in the water so long I began to get anxious, and was on the point of going to see if all was well, when she emerged. 

I felt my stomach lurch as I looked at her. She was superb. Clad only in a bikini, her figure was beyond anything I could ever recall seeing – even in artificially posed and computer manipulated magazine photographs. One word escaped under my breath; "lovely."

At this point, I should write that I felt my manhood rise, or words to that effect. If I did, it would be a lie. My sexual appetite was overcome by another sensation. What can I call it? Compassion? 

I considered myself a hardened agnostic, but in that moment found myself silently crying out to the God whose existence I questioned.

"Why? Why make something so exquisite, only to mar it?" My doubted God gave me no answer.

Angie approached us in a way designed to keep her scarred profile away from me. I saw her pulling her wet hair over the left side of her face to cover it as best she could. Sitting, she made sure I could see only her unmarked profile. My heart went out to her.

Karin was now demanding my attention. "Play ball with me, please."

"Darling, Mr.Holbrook may want to rest."

This was too much for my male ego. I decided I must demonstrate my male virility, so leaping up I said, "No, that's fine. Come on Karin."

The little creature nearly wore me out chasing after the beach ball all morning and rushing back into the sea for "Just one more swim, Mr.Holbrook."

Lunchtime came as a relief. I could have a rest. I said, "It's time to eat," and Angie replied, "Karin and I will be along soon."

Karin asked, "Will you come back to the beach after lunch?"

It was too late to take my walk towards the hills, but I had decided to take a walk along the beach to the other arm enclosing the bay and its headland, and I said so.

"Can I come, Mr.Holbrook. Please let me come with you…please."

"Perhaps Mr.Holbrook want's to be on his own, Darling."

"No, that's all right, but it's a long way."

"Suppose we walk part of the way with Mr.Holbrook, Karin?"

"Yes, yes please."

We fixed a time to start the walk and I returned to the hotel. 

We met after lunch and began our walk. Angie had obviously gone to considerable trouble to dress her hair so as to cover the scars as much as possible. We walked for nearly an hour, and with still some distance to go, Angie said, "I think this is far enough for us, Karin."

Karin protested volubly: "Just a bit farther, mummy, please."

"I can't, darling."

"Can't I just go with Mr.Holbrook, mummy?"

Angie looked wary. The thought, "Is he a child molester?" seemed to exude from her.

I decided to take the bit between my teeth.

"Angie, you can see all the way along the beach. I'll take her with me, and we can turn back if she tires. We won't be out of your sight."

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sure that you wouldn't…you read such things and…if anything happened to her…"

"It's all right. I understand. I'll do whatever you want."

"Yes, she can go with you."

Karin took my hand and we set off again. I made sure that we were always where Angie could see us. 

We did not reach the headland. For all her enthusiasm, Karin began to wilt. I turned back, and before long, I was carrying the little thing in my arms. I had never carried a child before, and was surprised how, for all her energy, she felt so frail and light.

Arriving back where Angie was waiting, we commenced the hike back to the hotel. By the time we reached it, Karin was asleep in my arms. 

Carrying the child had a curious effect on me. Call it sloppy sentimentality if you wish, but I felt protective. 

We went up to the room they occupied and I lay Karin on her bed.

Their arrangement was different to mine. Whereas mine was a single room with a double bed, they had two rooms, one a sort of dining and sitting room, the other a bedroom with a double and single bed. The single bed was Karin's.

Angie thanked me for the afternoon and my care of Karin, and invited me to join them at the little restaurant Karin had waxed enthusiastic about the previous day. I declined the invitation.

I think it was the protective feeling I had felt for Karin that warned me. "You're starting to get involved, my boy," I told myself. I didn't like it.

Here was I, with just one week in this place, no woman to fuck, and doing nothing about it except play nursemaid to a child and feel sorry for the mother. "Not good enough," I told myself. "Get out and see if you can find some local wench who for a few drinks would occupy your bed for an hour or two."

I showered and dressed in a manner I thought appropriate to the seeker after a temporary female mate. After eating in the dining room, I went to the one and only pub in the nearby little town. 

Local fishermen propped up the bar. Half a dozen aged tourists sat drinking beer and brandy and dry. The nearest thing to a potential sexual object was the barmaid, who, I conjectured, had long ago ceased to be a maiden, was about forty-five years of age, and, as I learned, was the wife of the hotel owner. I was grateful for this discovery because when the husband appeared he seemed to be about seven feet tall and built like a heavy weight boxer, at least, that's how he looked to me. 

I hung about in the pub for an hour, downing several pints of beer, hoping some local talent might turn up. It didn't. Despairing of gaining a sexual partner for the evening, I made my way somewhat erratically, back to the hotel.

Not being especially alert, I failed to see Angie and Karin as they approached the hotel from the opposite direction. They were upon me and Karin was chattering before I had time to take evasive action.

"Will you come swimming again tomorrow, Mr.Holbrook. Mummy says she'd like you to because you're a very nice man…"

"Karin!" Angie broke in.

"Can't come swimming tomorrow, kid. Got other things to do. Night…"

I fumbled my way to my room, flopped on the bed and went into an alcoholic sleep.

Like many alcoholic sleeps it did not last the night through. I woke about 2 a.m. with a headache and a mouth feeling as if it was lined with sandpaper. I got off the bed and got a drink of water, went to the toilet, and in an attempt to make myself feel human, had a shower.

Feeling slightly improved I got into the bed and attempted to go to sleep. Sleep would not come, but the memory of my words to Karin did. The very thought made me try to hide under the covers, but the memory pursued me there. 

"You rotten bastard," I told myself, "You couldn't even tell her nicely that you wouldn't go swimming. You spoke to her like a lout. That's what you are, a stinking, drunken lout. You're not fit to mix with children."

Having castigated myself sufficiently, I found a more rational frame of mind intruding. If Angie had detected my inebriated condition, she would probably have nothing more to do with me, and she certainly wouldn't want Karin to be around me. So, that was that. I would probably get my wish and they'd avoid me.

I have heard it said that we should "be careful what we wish for, we might get it." If I had wished for Angie and Karin to avoid me, now the thought that I might get my wish, seemed to depress me.

Why?

If you like put it down to those dark hours of the morning, when the terrors of the night come upon us and all seems gloom. Never the less, there was substance in the melancholy that beset me.

Visions of my happy playing with Karin and walking holding her little hand floated before me. Then came a picture of Angie emerging from the sea. I had use the word "lovely" at the time. Now that adjective seemed inadequate – but what to put in its place? I gave up and drifted off to sleep.


Her Face



In the morning, I woke late. Looking out of the window, I saw, on the beach, Angie and Karin playing with the ball. As I watched Karin dropped the ball, and together they ran into the sea. I felt a stab of regret for what I was missing.

I hastened down to the dining room for a late breakfast, and asked if some sandwiches could be provided for my walk to the hills. The sandwiches produced, I set off on my walk.

I was used to walking alone and certainly, the rain forest was captivating enough, but I felt a sort of emptiness inside. The further I got from the hotel the more I felt I wanted to turn and go back. I wondered what the hell was going on with me. Tough old me, who didn't need anyone, except perhaps some girl to fuck occasionally. Now I was getting soft over a kid and her disfigured mother.

After about an hour walking I could not resist the urge to go back any longer. I began my return walk, and as I neared the hotel, I was almost running. I went straight to the beach, and they were gone.

I hunted around in the hotel and its environs. I inquired of the staff as to their whereabouts. No one knew. I felt ridiculous, but still went on looking.

Lunchtime and the waiter who had attended to my sandwich request looked at me curiously as I sat down to eat. 

"Did we have a pleasant walk, sir?"

"Er…yes…well, I changed my mind."

"Would you, sir, happen to be seeking Mrs. and Miss Robbart?"

"Well, yes. I was wondering where they've got to."

"As it happens, sir, I did observe them leaving in Mrs.Robbart's car. I would surmise that they have gone to the town up the coast. There is a large shopping complex there."

"Thank you," I said a trifle absently.

"Damn and blast. Sod it," I said silently with more feeling. "I chucked in a decent walk and they've cleared off."

I managed to eat some lunch, and then wandered out to the front of the hotel. I tossed up whether to go for a swim or another walk along the beach. I did neither, but sat on a low wall at the front of the hotel and waited.

I waited for an hour and a half, constantly telling myself what a fool I was. Then a very expensive car pulled into the parking area, and out got Angie and Karin.

I had intended to act casually, but failed completely in that resolution. I rose and begin to move to them, when Karin saw me and ran towards me.

"Mr.Holbrook, Mr.Holbrook, look what I've got for you."

I was handed a small oblong parcel.

Angie had come up to us and said, "She did so want to give you something for being so kind to her yesterday."

What she gave me must have cost what I would have called "a fortune." When I opened a velvet-lined case, nestling inside was a heart shaped pendent on a chain; it was made of solid gold.

"Do you like it, Mr.Holbrook? Do you?"

"Karin, you mustn't ask people that when you give them a gift," said Angie.

"Karin, it's beautiful, very beautiful."

"Open the heart, Mr.Holbrook, please."

Karin was leaping up and down with excitement as I did as she asked. I nearly choked with emotion when I saw what was inside.

"I have a pendent very like that one, with her photograph in it," said Angie, "So when she saw this one in the jeweler's shop, nothing would do but we must get it for you. She had her photograph taken so she could put it in the heart."

I looked down at the photograph of a smiling Karin, and emotion nearly unmanned me. If I could have decently left them, I would have gone somewhere to cry.

"Do you like it, Mr.Holbrook?"

"Karin, what did I tell you?"

I swept the gyrating little bundle into my arms. "Darling, it's the loveliest present I've ever had. Thank you…thank you very much."

"Don't I get a kiss. I always give mummy a kiss when she gives me a present."

"Karin!" exploded Angie, but giving up simply raised her eyes heavenwards in a hopeless gesture.

I gave Karin her kiss without any difficulty.

Angie said, "Come along, Karin, we have to get ready to go to dinner."

Karin ran up the steps to the hotel entrance, but I stopped Angie for a moment.

"Angie, its wonderful present, but such an expensive one, for what, one day playing and walking with a little girl on a beach?"

For the first time, Angie deliberately turned her full face to me. "Peter, one day's playing and walking with a little girl and associating with her disfigured mother, might have meant more than you realise."

I went to protest, but she stopped me.

"Don't say it Peter. You don't believe it and neither do I. Just know that with that little golden heart, go our hearts."

She turned to flee up the step, but I touched her arm and said, "Please, may I have dinner with you both tonight?"

Once more she turned full faced towards me. "Of course, but please, let it be because you want to be with us, and not out of misguided pity."

"I shall look forward to spending the evening with you both."

Her eyes seemed to look into my soul for a moment, then she said, "Will you call for us at six o'clock?"

"Yes."

She turned and walked into the hotel.

I stood holding my gift, looking after her. "What the hell was going on? Were they trying to buy me? Why was I spending my precious week getting around with those two? Did Angie want a temporary daddy for Karin? Damn and blast; let her real daddy come and play with her."

I was bewildered. At every turn, I found myself caught in contradictions. One minute I wanted to hold little Karin in my arms, the next I wanted her far from me. And Angie? Well, what are women for? They're for bed, and not all that love garbage. Screw them and send them on their way had always been my motto. I don't want to be daddy to some other guy's kid, and I don't want any love stuff with someone else's secondhand damaged goods.

With these negative, anti-Angie and Karin thoughts, I stomped determinedly to my room. I'll get rid of these two.

At six sharp, I was knocking at their door.

Karin opened the door and said, "Mummy won't be a minute. Let's go down to the lobby and wait there. We can look at the people.

She took my hand, but I said, "It would be polite to wait for mummy."

"All right, come in then."

I entered with Karin still holding my hand. I was invited to sit on the sofa, and still not relinquishing my hand, she sat with me. We must have looked funny, a tiny little girl seated beside a six feet three man, holding hands.

Angie came in from their bedroom saying, "Sorry Peter, had a bit of a struggle zipping myself up. Would you mind pulling it up the last few centimetres, I don't seem to be able to manage it?"

I suppose this is where the "accident" happens. In fighting with the zip it somehow comes down instead of up. The dress falls to the floor exposing the naked body with full-breasts in resplendent view. 

I have to tell you that the zip went up without any trouble, and nothing was exposed. 

"I hope you don't mind, Peter, I've booked a table at the restaurant we've been going to?"

As I had failed to make any booking myself, and had been so busy wrestling around with my feelings I'd forgotten about that aspect anyway, I gratefully agreed to the arrangement. We set off with Karin between us, now holding both our hands. Angie, I noticed, had not arranged her hair to try and hide her disfigurement."

Arriving at the restaurant, I noted, with a tremor, that it looked very expensive. The menu did nothing to comfort me with its prices that went through the roof. I tried to do some quick mental arithmetic on what was left of my prize money. The rest of the week was going to be very tight financially.

At this point Angie said, "This is my treat, Peter."

The male ego thrust itself to the fore. "But I insist…"

"Yes, I thought you might, but just let me do this. I'll explain later." 

Looking around while we waited for our meal to arrive - it being an expensive place we were kept waiting for some time – I understood why Angie frequented it rather than the hotel dining room. The lights were very dim, thus making her face less visible.

The ego quieted, I thoroughly enjoyed the evening, and on the way back to the hotel Angie asked, "Would you like to come in for a drink?"

I admit this invitation aroused a worm of suspicion in me. Throughout the evening, it almost seemed we were playing "Happy Families." The trouble was, I liked it. By coming "in for a drink," was there about to be an extension of "family life"?

Once inside their room Angie said, "I'd better get Karin to bed, it's well past her bed time. The drinks are over there. Help yourself, and I'll have a small brandy and dry"

Karin, who was nearly asleep anyway, kissed me good night with a weary, "Goodnight, Mr.Holbrook," and went off with her mother.

Angie was gone for nearly ten minutes, which seemed an excessive amount of time to put a child to bed. On her return she apologised, explaining that she always had a little talk with Karin about the day, read her part of a story, and said a prayer with her.

"Still playing 'Happy Families'," was my unworthy thought, plus a sneer from my agnostic self about the prayer.

Angie took a sip of her drink, looking at me as if weighing up what she ought to say.

"Peter, there's something I want to say to you."

"Yes?" (Very wary). 

"I think you must be finding our behaviour a trifle odd."

"Well, I…"

"No, it's all right. I understand that it does seem a bit…shall we say…bizarre, eccentric even. I could tell by the look on your face, that when Karin gave you her present, you were puzzled. As you said, it seemed a very expensive gift for a little girl to give someone she'd known for hardly more than a day."

"I promise you that it really was her idea. You see, she has little idea of money and, to be frank with you, I can afford it."

I interrupted, "But the photograph would have been enough…"

"I know, but she so much wanted to give you the heart. I must say, you handled it rather well, given what a surprise it must have been."

"And the dinner tonight. Thank you for not going on with your male ego thing. I didn't want to say anything in front of Karin, but if you'd gone on, I might have had to. From the odd conversations we've had, I picked up that you are a student struggling on with not much money. I heard how you are in this hotel because of the prize you won. Unfortunately, someone on the hotel staff told one of the people stopping here, so in no time the word has got around."

"You must forgive me for what I'm now going to say, but I know you could not have easily afforded that restaurant, so I was certainly not going to let you pay the bill." 

"The other thing is, I wanted to add my thanks to those of Karin for you're kindness and care for my little girl. I don't want to say any more, but as I said this afternoon, you probably don't know the true value of what you have done."

She ceased speaking, and I struggled for a response that would be adequate without pressing any of the questions that seethed in my head. I felt a sense of shame for my earlier thoughts, but at the same time wondered what was really going on – inside me, as well as with these two charming, yet slightly alarming, people.

A trifle lamely I said, "Karin is a lovely child. It hasn't been hard to play and walk with her." 

I thought, "No, not hard to play and walk! The hard bit is afterwards when I've got feelings of…feelings I don't want to have like…like…like love, damn it."

"I'm off for a walk to the hills, tomorrow, why don't you and Karin come part of the way with me?" (Sod it, what have I said! Why do I always put my foot in it? Why can't I keep my mouth shut?)

"That is kind of you, Peter. Are you sure you want us…I mean…wouldn't you prefer to be on your own? We have intruded on your time quite a lot."

"I'd love to have you with me." – ("Shut up, you fool, you'll end up offering to adopt the kid if you go on like this.").

"Lovely, Peter. I'll order some sandwiches, shall I?"

"Would you? That'll be fine." – ("Why don't you just let her take over your life completely, idiot.")

Angie yawned. "Time for bed I think. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yes. We'll leave about nine thirty, if that's all right?"

"Certainly. Goodnight."

I went to my room not quite certain about whom I was anymore.

"She didn't invite me to complete the family evening with a bed time love story! Good God, with a face like…but…her figure as she came out of the sea…What the blazes are you thinking…as if…she's not that sort of…Why the hell can't Mr.Robbart arrive like the SAS and rescue me from all this nonsense? Damnation, I'm getting stiff." 

I found it necessary to attend to my sexual needs by hand that night.

Next morning it was Karin hammering at my door. 

"Mr.Holbrook, thank you for letting us come with you. Can we go now?"

The excitement of a child over what we adults take so matter of factly. 

Somehow, her enthusiasm implanted itself into me. As we walked along there was a constant barrage of questions and comments from her.

"Mr.Holbrook, why is that tree silver instead of brown or green?" "Do any animals live in the trees?" "What do they eat?" "Will I be able to see one?" "I thought I saw a little brown animal," and so it went.

About midday, we stopped to eat, and it was decided that this was the point where they would turn back, leaving me to go on to the top of a hill I had set as my objective.

Karin protested; "Can't I go with Mr.Holbrook mummy, like the other day?"

"No darling, not this time."

"But mummy…"

I chimed in; "Not this time, sweetheart, it's very rough and I might not be able to carry you. You go back with mummy."

"Yes, Mr.Holbrook."

"Good God, I thought, I'm behaving just like a father."

I continued my walk, but I seemed to lose interest in the passing scene. The excitement of a child, seeing it all with fresh eyes – lovely grey-green eyes like her mother's, except… ("What the hell are you thinking, Holbrook?"). 

It took me a little over an hour to reach the top of the hill. I took in the view for ten minutes, and then started on my way back.

I passed the place where I had parted from Angie and Karin, and after another quarter of an hour, I heard voices that I soon identified as those of my two "girl friends." They were sitting at the side of the track.

At first I was alarmed, thinking one of them might have had a mishap and been hurt. Angie put me straight.

"Karin insisted we wait for you. She says it's not so much fun without you. I'm not sure what that says about me." She gave a contralto chuckle.

"Why is everything so becoming about this woman, except…?"

I joined with her laugh and said, "Well, Karin, do you think you can get all the way back without being carried?"

"Of course, Mr.Holbrook."

She couldn't, and I carried her the last half-hour. "Such a little thing. So delicate…" ("Stop it, Holbrook").

It was no use I was lost. For what was left of my holiday, my time was spent with the two of them. They would invite me, or I would invite them. We swam, walked, played and dined together. I might argue with myself, but no matter what negative conclusion I might arrive at, the mere sight of them now melted my resolution.

My time at the hotel came to an end, and I was to leave them. So many questions I had about this curious pair were unasked and unanswered.

Who, what and where was Mr.Robbart?

How had Angie sustained her injury?

What was the apparent wealth that they seemed to have?

Above all, how had we become entangled with each other? And why?

All the time the real relationship seemed to be between Karin and I. Angie stood on the sidelines, listening and watching. She was friendly and charming, but somehow, remote.

It was partly with relief, and partly with regret that I parted from them. Karin made it difficult.

She cried and clung to me asking, "Will you come and see me and play with me again? If you come to see me on my birthday, I'd like a spaniel puppy, please."

The now familiar voice of gentle admonition from Angie sang out. "Karin!"

"We'll see, darling. Goodbye."

I drove away. No addresses or telephone numbers had been exchanged. A line had been drawn under our association. I suppose it was a bit like those "Ship board romances" one hears about, that took place when the great liners plied between the continents. Hot and passionate for the voyage, but once disembarked, as if none of it had ever happened.

Except…except that hot and passionate hardly described what had happened, and it had not been "Ship Board." "No doubt they'll head for home and Mr.Robbart," I thought."

I was in the process of working for my doctorate, with a long way to go with my thesis. In the weeks following my hotel "holiday" I tried to get down to work, but those two damned females kept popping up in my mind. It fouled up concentration.

I could, I suppose, have looked them up in the telephone directory, but I thought of Mr.Robbart. He might, like the pub owner, prove to be seven feet tall, and of uncertain disposition where his wife was concerned. I sought no trouble with a jealous husband, even though nothing remotely resembling sex had occurred with Angie and I.

I tried to forget, and failed, then arriving one morning in the Physics Department, a colleague called out, "Holbrook, there's a telephone message for you. Someone called 'Angie Robbart'. Sounded pretty sexy. Wants you to ring her. The number's on the pad by the phone." 

I pressed in the number, and quickly Angie's voice came over.

"Peter, I took a chance and rang the university, I wouldn't have bothered you, but I've got a bit of a problem. I know it's a big ask, but could you possibly come and see me?"

"Of course. What's the problem?"

Why was my heart beating like a pile driver?

"I'd rather not talk about it over the phone if you don't mind. What about coming over for dinner tonight?"

I had actually set up a date for the evening with some girl that I suspected I could bed fairly easily, so why did I say, "Of course I'll come"? ("Jesus, I must be out of my mind).

"I would appreciate it, Peter. You really are a dear. Seven o'clock, then?"

"Right."

She gave me an address that I recognised as being in one of the most affluent suburbs of our city. "Heavens, her old man must be well heeled." 

"You really are a dear"? Couldn't recall anyone ever saying that to me before! We rang off.

By 6.55 p.m. I was ringing the bell of a very elegant though not overly large, house. My old Toyota, as it stood parked at the kerb, was very out of its league in this Mercedes Benz and Jaguar suburb.

There was a patter of feet, a struggle with the door handle, and then Karin was standing there, apparently dressed for bed.

Her arms went out to me. I picked her up and received a damp kiss.

"I told mummy you'd come to see me."

She snuggled into my neck. I did not want to admit it to myself at the time, but I can now. I liked it.

I was directed down a short passage and through a door into a room that proved to be a combination of kitchen, dining room and lounge. One seemed to flow into the other.

Angie was doing something at the cooking stove, and whatever it was, it exuded a delicious aroma.

She turned, and wiping her hands on her apron, she came towards me to shake hands.

"I'm so grateful you've come, Peter. I hope I haven't upset your evening."

I said, "Of course not." I thought, "Not nearly as much as it upset that girl when I cancelled our date."

We went into the "How are you," "How have you been," routine, with Karin, still in my arms, chattering on about her life and deed. "I go to school now." "It's my birthday in two weeks. I shall be six." " Would you like to see the picture I did today at school?"

"Would you mind, Peter, she did it specially for you."

I was shown the picture, which, I was informed, was of me and Karin swimming at the beach.




Her Face



I praised the masterpiece appropriately and was given it to "Put on your fridge door."

The loving welcome by Karin did not quell the slight feeling of apprehension I was experiencing. I wondered what was coming. 

Angie had prepared a delicious meal, but I was unable to do it full justice. When was "It" going to begin, and where was Mr.Robbart?

The meal over, Karin was told to say good night, which she did with another damp kiss. She repeated the words she had greeted me with; "I told mummy you'd come to see me."

Karin put to bed, and the clearing up carried out as a joint effort by Angie and I, we settled into armchairs.

"Here it comes," I thought, and I was right.

"Peter, you must be wondering why I've asked you to visit us?" 

"Yes, a bit."

"It's more for Karin than for me."

"Ah!"

"I don't have to tell you how fond she is of you."

"No."

"Ever since we got home she's been asking, 'When will Mr.Holbrook be coming to see me.' Now I understand that I have no right to impose on you, and make a friendly holiday acquaintanceship into a lifelong friendship, but I felt I had to ask you…"

"Ask me what, Angie," I queried, anxious for her to get to the point.

"Well, I think you are very fond of Karin, so I wondered…look, if it's too much to ask, just say, but if you'd…if you could see your way clear to…"

"To what, Angie?" I asked, thinking she'd never come to the crux of the matter. 

"Look, Peter, if you could just drop in occasionally, just to say hello to her. I mean, it wouldn't have to be very often…"

I felt as if a trap was closing in on me. Was she asking me to be an ersatz daddy? To fill some void in her family life? I decided to take the plunge and ask what I saw as some vital questions.

"Angie, I know nothing about you. I think you know what you are asking me to do, and whether I say yes or no depends on me getting some straight answers to some questions."

"Yes, I thought it might come to that. What do you want to know?"

"Where is Mr.Robbart?"

"As far as a Mr.Robbart as my husband is concerned, he doesn't exist. Robbart is my single name. I use Mrs. I suppose, to give the impression that I have been married, and my husband is dead, or left me, or something like that."

"All right, Angie. Let me put it another way. Where is Karin's father?"

"At the moment I don't know exactly where. A lot of the time he's in the political capital. You see, he's a politician. He could be anywhere, drumming up support for the party – or himself."

"What happened, Angie, why isn't he around, why doesn't he spend time with you and Karin? Even a politician must get some time free for family matters."

She touched the scarred side of her face.

"Peter, doesn't that tell you why he's not around?"

"You mean he stays away because your…your…"

"I'm ugly and disfigured? Go on, say it Peter, it's the truth."

"No, I won't say it, because it isn't as simple as that."

"All right, Peter, if you must have the story, here it is. My ex-husband is, (she named a well-known up and coming young politician). To put it in the simplest terms, he married me for my looks. Oh yes, I was very beautiful once."

"He wanted a wife he could show off, someone that he thought might add to his status. I was to be a gracious and decorative hostess for his dinner parties, someone who would stand just a little behind him on the hustings. I think you get the picture."

"I had different motives for marrying. Oh, I intended to support him in his ambition, but I actually married for love."

"Look, he's not a bad man. One day, if he fulfils his ambition and heads the government, I'm sure he will do great things for this country. But everything in his life must be bent to that end, his ambition. Do you know, he even wanted me to have Karin because he thought that having a child would enhance his image in some quarters, especially if the child was attractive. I don't think he can help it, it's just the way his mind works."

"So what went wrong?"

"Peter, you're not that dull-witted. It's obvious isn't it? The moment I became disfigured, I was devalued in his eyes. Oh, while the media was interested in my accident he made the most of it. A loving husband caring for his badly burned wife and all that sort of garbage. But the moment there was nothing further to be gained down that track, I was finished."

"He didn't exactly leave me. He just spent as much time away from me as possible. At his dinner parties and on public occasions, it was one of his more attractive female Personal Assistants who took over my role. Whether he had sex with them or not, I don't know, but he certainly wasn't having it with me."

"Peter, do you know what hurt the most, not that he ever said it directly, but it was constantly implied; a child was a bit of a nuisance to have around after all, and not all that much help as a vote catcher."

Angie had spoken in a level tone up to this point, but suddenly she choked and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Do you know, Peter, he actually didn't want Karin any more. Can you imagine that? A lovely little girl…the sweetest child…and he didn't want her; she hadn't proved to be a political asset."

I felt my own tears lurking behind my eyes, and said, "It's his loss." 

She went on, "Our de facto separation drifted on into real separation, then divorce. He made it quite clear that he was happy for me to have Karin. Oh, he was willing to be generous where money was concerned, but I did not and do not need his money. I have my own. You see, I didn't marry him for money, power or influence, I married him for love."

"Say I made a bad blunder if you like, but he was dynamic, he had looks and charm, and I fell for him. It took my accident to show me what he had inside him."

She had mentioned her accident, so I took the risk of pursuing that.

"How did you injure your face?"

She touched the scar again. "In a fire. We had a cottage in the bush we used to escape to sometimes. One weekend, when we were there, a bush fire swept though and the cottage caught fire. We got out all right, but stupidly I thought I could dash back in to rescue some family photographs, especially as most of them were of Karin as a baby. The fire had caught the roof, and a beam crashed down and hit me and momentarily rested on my face. A fireman pulled me out, but, I was badly burnt on the face, as you can see."

We both sat in silence for some minutes. Then I spoke.

"Angie, what you are asking me to do, is to be a substitute father. I'm twenty-four, just coming up to twenty-five. I don't think I'm ready to take on such a role."

"Peter," Angie said, "I want to tell you something else. Karin saw you on your balcony the first day you arrived. When we went inside, she said, 'Did you see the pretty man, mummy. I think he must be very nice. Can I speak to him?' Nothing I have seen of you so far has done anything but confirm Karin's first opinion of you."

Looking back to my time in the hotel, I felt ashamed of the things I had thought about my relationship with these two. I recalled how when partly drunk I had spoken to Karin harshly. Spoken like that to a dear little girl who wanted to be a friend! In this moment, all my harsh words were for myself.

I sought a way through the net that seemed to be closing over me.

"Angie, if I were to do as you ask and drop in to see Karin, it would only extend the relationship, and that would make it harder for Karin if it had to stop some time in the future. Wouldn't it be better to end it now?

"Why would it end in the future, Peter?"

"Well, you might meet some man that you wanted to be with, and…"

"Oh, for God's sake Peter, look at me. What man wants to enter a relationship with a face like mine?"

She gave a harsh laugh. "Do you imagine I haven't seen how men turn away from me, revolted? Oh yes, when they see only my good profile I can read their thoughts; 'I'd like to get her in bed,' then they see the other side and turn away in shock and horror. Do you know you are one of the few people who did not react to my ugliness? You and Karin are almost the only one's I can expose my face to without feeling humiliated."

She fell silent. I was caught between my sorrow for her and the desire to say, "Get out of my life." I said, "Very well, if you think it's so important for Karin, I'll visit her…"

"No, Peter. Not because I think it's important. Do you think it's important? Is it something you would really like to do? What I want is for there to be a man Karin can relate to. She likes you. In her childlike way, she loves you. I think she chose well."

She had offered me a way out, and faced with it, I could not accept it.

"Of course I'd like to visit Karin, and you as well." 

"Thank you, Peter. There is one more favour I have to ask of you. Would you come to visit Karin on her birthday?"

"Certainly."

"The thing is, she wants a spaniel puppy. If I bought it, would you give it to her as if it was from you?"

At this, I became a bit angry. "If I'm going to give her a puppy, I shall do the buying."

"My dear Peter, have you ever bought a pedigree dog?"

"No."

"The price is around (she named a figure that made me blench) and I know that you can't possibly afford that. And while we are on the subject, I have money and you don't. Don't let's make a problem of it."

So began my visits to Karin. At least once a week I would call in to see her, often staying to dinner. We took trips out, sometimes just Karin and I, at other times with Angie as well. It was all fairly low key with me trying to do the father-daughter thing, like telling Karin how pretty she looked – things like that.

I received a name change in the process of the growing relationship with Karin; I became "Holly."

Angie maintained a slightly remote stance toward me. Not unfriendly, but not inviting intimacy or personal questions, such as those I asked on the night that she requested me to visit Karin. It was clear that the love of her life was Karin, and she would do anything to enhance the child's welfare.

Most of the conversation with Angie centred on Karin; her health, how she was getting on at school, where the two of them had been between my visits. I continued to play the "paternal role" as best I could. 

Hardly noticing it, my "playing" the role changed gradually to accepting it seriously. It was almost impossible for it to be otherwise with such a dear little child who without artifice frequently proclaimed her love for me. I got to like it very much.

"Familiarity breeds contempt," so the old adage goes. Perhaps it does in many situations, but it also has a positive aspect, it can breed acceptance. Being more and more in each other's presence, Angie gave up any attempt to hide her disfigurement. I, on the other hand, ceased to notice it. I had to make a conscious effort to actually see the scars, and even then, they no longer troubled me.

I told myself that I could now see Angie as a woman with whom I had an association through her child. This was true, but it became more than this. 

It was partly the beautiful love and devotion the mother had for the child that began to open to me inner levels of Angie. Intelligence, tenderness, loyalty and strength of character that caused her to hold to a decision or cause with great tenacity, these qualities came through to me increasingly. 

The relationship began to impinge on my life in ways that went beyond simply being with them. One night, while in the midst of fucking one of the "campus girls," I found myself repelled by what I was doing. I actually had to excuse myself: "Sorry, I'm not feeling too well, sweetheart," and as soon as possible I sent her on her way. 

The truth was, I had been hit with the thought, "What would Angie and Karin think of me?" Damn it, they had become moderators of my behaviour.

I was beginning to think like a father. Would I, for example, want Karin to grow up like the campus girl, screwing with every male or female for that matter, in sight? No I wouldn't. But how could I recommend a pattern of behaviour to Karin that I did not adhere to myself?

In the end, I had to face the fact that I loved these two strange people. They were embedded in my life, and I couldn't picture my future without them.

Christmas approached, and I was invited to spend two days with Angie and Karin. I was to arrive on Christmas Eve, and stay until the day after Christmas Day.

"I've got some people visiting on Christmas Day," Angie said, "My mother and one of my sisters, plus a few friends. You won't mind, will you?"

This would be the first time I had met anyone connected with Angie. She had never spoken of friends or relatives, in fact, I might almost have assumed she lived in a vacuum in this respect. I felt a trifle nervous. Would they think it odd that I had such a close affinity with Karin in particular? Would I be taken to be Angie's boyfriend, lover or paramour? Given Angie's wealth and the slight disparity in our ages (she is five years older than me), would they think I was some "Toy Boy" on the make?

I need not have worried. On my arrival Christmas Eve an excited Karin leaping into my arms, an action that her spaniel tried to emulate, but failed, welcomed me.

"Holly, Holly, isn't Christmas lovely. I do like Christmas, don't you? Come and meet my Nanna."

I was introduced to Mrs.Robbart senior who shook my hand and said, "So you are the wonderful Holly my granddaughter goes so wild about! Thank you, Peter…I can call you Peter? You can call me Heather."

I affirmed that she could call me Peter, and wondered what she was thanking me for.

I was introduced to Angie's sister, Monica, some five or six years younger than Angie, attractive and very serious. She pursued me constantly to engage me in talk about science.

There was just the five of us for the evening, and after I had been shown to my room, we had a pleasant evening chatting round a log fire. Karin was put to bed with little hope she would sleep she was so excited. Around 10 p.m. Monica drifted off the bed, followed by Angie. I was alone with Heather.

"I hoped we might get a little time alone, Peter," she began. "I have something I want to say to you."

"Here it comes," I thought, "The lecture on predatory males."

"I've been swamped with superlatives about you by my granddaughter, and Angie has talked about you from time to time. I think what you have done is rather extraordinary. You have brought a new dimension into their lives…don't worry Peter, I've been warned that you are a friend and nothing more." She laughed gently.

"When Angie's face was burnt so horribly, and then her marriage gradually fell apart, I thought for a while she was going to kill herself. But she's strong, and she had Karin to care for, and that pulled her through. For all that, she was living her life in shadows, afraid to let anyone see her face except those close to her, like me. It was as if she lived her life in solitary confinement."

"I think you can understand that when she was single, and before her accident, she was very lovely and men pursued her all the time. After her accident when she saw men turn away from her…even her husband, it was a terrible blow. I used to think it would have been better if she had been plain to start with, and not had the adulation of men in the first place. She might not have felt it so much."

"Her self-isolation tended to isolate Karin as well, but the little one is too energetic, too much a social creature to be shut in like that. She started, in her trusting way, to latch on to all sorts of people, including men…especially men. I suppose she wanted a father."

"No need to panic, Peter, I'm not casting you as daddy, but you have provided her with a good male contact. You were the first and only man Angie was willing to trust with the little one. You are also the first man Angie has trusted herself with as well. Finding the courage to let you see her as she really is, she has gradually allowed herself to be seen by others. Thank you Peter. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

I did not know what to say. All the battles I had had within myself over Angie and Karin, all the failed attempts to be rid of them, and finally accepting a place in their lives, had received their undeserved reward. I was both shamed and exulted. I wanted to cry.

Heather could see my emotional condition and said, "Time for bed, I think."

I stood and she came to me, and putting her arms round me, kissed me, and said, "Thank you for giving my dear ones life again."

I saved my tears for when I was in bed.

Before sleeping there came back to me the question I had asked God, nature or the universe at the very beginning:

"Why? Why make something so exquisite, only to mar it?"

Now an answer beat in my head. As an agnostic, I could hardly ascribe it to God, but it hammered repeatedly, demanding to be heard.

"She was marred for you. She was disfigured so you might come to love her for more than her physical beauty." 

I slept in peace.

In the morning, after breakfast, there was the exchange of gifts. I had expected that my offerings would appear meager besides there's, and I was therefore surprised at how modest their gifts were. The thought came to me, "Perhaps when love is real, you don't have to prove anything by lavish gifts."

By mid morning Angie's other guests began to arrive, and at midday, we sat down to our Christmas meal. Children had come with the friends, and Karin undertook to introduce me as her "Holly." This gave rise to attempts at singing "The Holly and the Ivy," not altogether successfully, as none of the children could recall all the words.

Late afternoon the gathering began to break up, people going home, or to other parties. Heather and the scientific Monica also departed. Heather gave me a hug and kiss, and said, "I hope we shall meet again soon."

I was left with my "Two Girls."

For a while we sat by the fire recovering from the day, then it was time for Karin to go to bed. An invitation was extended for me to accompany them to Karin's bedroom; an honour never previously bestowed.

I think I was more deeply touched with what ensued, than any other of the scenes I had witnessed between mother and child.

First, there was a short reading from "Wind in the Willows," then gently hugging each other, they talked of the day, what they thought of it, how they had enjoyed it. My agnostic position was challenged when it came time for the prayer, but a lump came in my throat when Karin said, "And take care of Holly, because we love him."

Her arms extended to me, I kissed Karin goodnight saying, Goodnight and God bless you, my lovely." What was I doing talking about God? 

Angie and I went back to sit by the fire.

For some minutes we remained silent, then very quietly I asked, "Angie, would you marry me?"

Another silence then, with a quietness echoing mine, "Peter, darling, you want Karin, not me, don't you?"

"I love you both."

"Look at me, Peter. You've grown used to my ugliness, but try to look at me as if for the first time. Do you want to wake up to that face in the morning? Oh, you may say yes now, but for how long could you tolerate living with a badly disfigured wife. Would you want your friends and colleagues to meet me? Would you invite them home to meet your repulsive woman?"

"Stop it, Angie. You are not repulsive and don't you dare say you are. I…"

"I know what I am, Peter."

I had been sitting in an armchair. I rose, went to her, kneeled down and kissed her.

"My love, that was very brave of you. The first man to even think of kissing me since…"

"Will you marry me?"

"No."

"Why not. Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you, you silly man. I think I knew I loved you when we parted at the hotel. But it's not enough, my darling. I love you enough to refuse you, to not damage your life."




Her Face



"You will not damage…"

"You think not?"

"I know not."

"Would you wait for my answer then. Do you love me enough to wait for a long time?"

"However much time it takes, as long as the answer is 'Yes'."

"I have to tell you something, Peter."

"What?"

"Karin and I will be going away for a long time. During that time, I want us to have no contact, none whatsoever. You must have time to reconsider your proposal."

"I don't want time to reconsider…"

She smiled. "Never the less, you are going to get it. And while we are away, you must not sit around moping in isolation. Go out, enjoy yourself, have fun with girls. When we come back, we can talk about marriage again, if you still want to. If not, I shall understand."

"How long will you be away for?"

"I can't say for certain – somewhere between twelve and eighteen months."

"Twelve and eighteen months…Where are you going, what are you going to do?"

"I can't tell you where and what. If you love me as you say you do, don't press me to tell you."

"But why no contact?"

"Because I don't want anything to influence us in the decision. There is just one thing. If you move…change your address and telephone number, send a note to a Post Office Box the number of which I shall give you. And please, don't contact my mother or my sister – or my friends. If you love me, do this for me."

A great yawning chasm seemed to open before me. All that time without Angie and my little girl – Mine? I knew Angie well enough to understand that she would not relinquish her plan to go away. I could either accept or not, but it would not change a thing either way. I nodded my miserable acceptance.

"Thank you my love. I shall contact you when we return, it won't seem as long as you think."

"No?"

She rose. "Time for sleep, I think. And now I'm going to be very hard. I dearly want to invite you to my bed, but I'm not going to, my love. I have a strong suspicion that if we once made love, my resolve would be weakened. Goodnight, darling."

She made no move to kiss me, so I put my arms round her and kissed her instead. 

As we parted from the kiss, she looked at me steadily. "We love you very much, Karin and I."

She left the room.

That night I was beside myself, wanting her. I had to masturbate three times before I could finally drop off to sleep. 

They were to leave the day after New Year's Day. I needed to pay some visits to old friends and relatives up country, so when we said goodbye in the morning, there were tears from Karin and pleadings that "You won't forget me, will you. You won't get another little girl?"

"No, my love, I shall not get another little girl."

Angie was sad but strong. "I shall telephone you when we return – the very first moment."

I left fighting back my own tears.

How in the world had I got myself into this mad situation? Right from the start, it had been odd. Now it seemed just plain crazy!

For all my love, I began to think vengeful thoughts. Angie had suggested I involve myself with girls, "So all right, I will."

It didn't work. I bedded a few women, but always ended up with feelings of self-disgust. I went to faculty parties, and did nothing but mope all evening. Finally, I resolved to bury myself in my doctoral thesis. At least this did produce some worthwhile results. 

The weeks and months dragged by, and my longing for my Two Girls grew rather than diminished in intensity. The time frame had been fairly vague. The twelve months mark went past, and still no word. I began to grow desperate. I was tempted to ring Heather or Monica, just to get news, any news, but I resisted.

In the middle of the sixteenth month, one evening, the telephone rang. I had dashed to the telephone too many times, and been disappointed. This time I was lethargic in picking the instrument up.

"Hello, Peter, we've come back."

It was she, and after all the things I had planned to say at this moment, I could not think of one of them.

"Angie," I croaked.

"Yes. Do you still want to marry me?"

"Yes."

"Dinner at our house tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

"Karin is bursting to see you."

"Good."

"See you tomorrow, darling. Goodnight."

She rang off.

I was utterly confused. I had thought I knew what I was going to say and what I was going to do, at this time. It had all flown out the window, propelled in part by the laconic nature of the call. A sleepless night lay ahead of me.

If Angie's telephone call had been somewhat terse, the same could not be said for Karin's greeting when I arrived at the house."

She hurled herself upon me, an event not quite so easy to absorb as in the past, because she had grown somewhat in the time they had been away.

"Holly, oh Holly, I've missed you so much. Did you miss me? Do you still love me? Will you come and see me every week like you did before? Look how I've grown. Do you think I still look pretty? I do love you Holly…"

As I struggled to give appropriate answers to her verbal barrage, I noticed that the house lights were dim. "Oh God," I thought, "She's gone back into hiding."

I was dragged to the lounge with the information; "Mummy's waiting for you." Mummy was indeed waiting for me in very dim light.

"Hello, Peter. Angie, would you leave mummy and Peter for a while? We have to have a serious talk."

I think it must have been prearranged, because Karin smiled and left.

I was not asked to sit. In the darkened room, I could just see Angie looking at me. 

"Peter, you are sure you still want to marry me?"

"Yes," said somewhat awkwardly because I couldn't understand what was going on.

"You are quite sure…even with my face?"

"Even with your face."

"I have a wedding present for you, darling. Would you turn on the light?"

I went to the switched and clicked it on. Light flooded the room, leaving me blinking for a moment. Angie was turned so that her good profile was presented to me.

"This is my present," she said, and turned to present the other profile.

I stood staring, unable to speak for a moment, then: "Angie, what's happened to your face?"

The droop had gone from the eye and mouth. The terrible scar had diminished to be barely discernable.

"What's happened?" I repeated.

"It's called 'plastic surgery, darling, surely uou've heard of that? That's where I've been – overseas to a plastic surgeon that is said to be the best. It cost a fortune, but it was for you. Well don't I get a kiss after all this time?"

She got a kiss, and in the midst of it a voice said from the door, "Don't you think mummy looks pretty? Mummy, is he going to marry us?"

"Yes, I think so, darling, but he's a bit lost for words at the moment. We'll wait until he recovers and we can ask him again to make sure."

I have no need to record what I replied when the question was asked, yet one thing puzzled me, and as I sat with Angie after Karin had gone to bed, I asked it.

"Angie, why didn't you have this work done before, and save your marriage? You did know it was possible, didn't you?"

"Yes, I knew, and I fully intended to get the work done when the time was right, but then I realised that it was only my looks that my husband wanted. It was the same with other men, until you came along. You were prepared to accept me, not for my looks, but for the 'me' inside, the real 'me'. You are the one it was worth doing this for."

I laughed.

"What? She asked.

"It's a bit like the story of the lovely princess who kissed the frog, and found she had a handsome prince on her hands, but in reverse. I kissed a lady with a scarred face, and she turned into a lovely princess."

There was a giggle from the doorway. Karin had sneaked out of her bedroom to listen at the door to our talk. I suppose one can hardly blame her, since her future was riding on the outcome of our talk.

Angie rose. "Karin, you get straight back to bed."

"Yes mummy. But Holly, while was away some girls told me what mummies and daddies do when they love each other. So its all right if you'd like to, isn't it, mummy?"

Precocious little devil! 



Her Fantasies



The minutes tick by as she stands in the middle of the room. He said 2:30pm but he could be early and she wants to be ready. Ready for Him, for His pleasure. She feels the familiar drop in her stomach as she thinks about the evening ahead. Shrugging off the thin, button-down shirt, she steps out of the short skirt she wore at his request. The jewelry is next to go. She takes off both rings she loves, the dangly earrings, the watch, the bracelet. She feels more naked without those than she does without her clothes. After all, she's frequently naked with him but she only started taking off her jewelry recently.

The black lace thong is next and now she's shivering in the cold air-conditioned air. She runs her hand over the silky sheath of her black thigh-high stockings. The wide band of lace on top hugging her thighs with a loving caress; the thighs that will soon feel the sting of a whip or the pressure of a cuff.

She shudders as she thinks about it. Almost feeling the ghost of the sensation now. The high-heeled sandals that he allows her to keep on as a concession to her one remaining vanity, stay on her feet. The black bra circling her torso manages to simultaneously conceal and expose her breasts. She adjusts it nervously, glancing in the mirror as she tugs at it. She's ready. Now for the hardest part.

On shaky legs she walks to the door and opens it, wedging the book into the opening gap as instructed. If he's early, the door will only remain open a few minutes, if he's late... She refuses to think about it. The gap in the door is only an inch or so, just the width of the Gideon Bible, ubiquitous in every hotel. She suppresses a giggle at the irony of using the bible to prop up a door to a room that is about to play host to their games.

Returning to the center of the room she takes a deep breath and turns so that her back is to the door. She won't be allowed to turn around until he comes, no matter what happens in the meantime. She's facing the glass doors to a small balcony, the curtains fully open, daylight pouring into the room, making the two lit lamps obsolete.

She closes her eyes and steps into the position he taught her. Feet about a foot apart, back straight, arms raised over her shoulders, hands clasped behind her head. Motionless, she waits. She doesn't know if minutes pass or hours, from her position she cannot see the clock and she doesn't dare turn, the door is soundless, he could be in the room already, watching her, waiting to see if she follows his instructions. Just as her arms are beginning to ache she hears his quiet voice behind her,

"Very nice."

She stiffens in surprise and then relaxes, the blush of pleasure at the praise suffusing her cheeks, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He is pleased. She hears the soft thud of his gym bag hitting the floor and then the heat from his body indicates that he's behind her.

"Very nice... But something is missing..." His fingers trace a path around the back of her neck and she feels her heart jump in her throat. In her haste she had forgotten to put on her collar. She opens her mouth to speak, to apologize, to explain, but he interrupts,

"No need to talk, just nod if it's in your bag."

She nods, shivering with a mixture of fear, shame and excitement. He walks to the far side of the room and she gets her first look at him. He's wearing the usual get-up of t-shirt and khakis and he is ignoring her as he lifts her bag to the bed and shakes it open to empty the contents onto the flowery bed spread. She stiffens at the invasion of privacy. Almost worse than the invasion of her body is the invasion of her bag. She watches the contents spill out – her wallet, make-up, pouch with both the public and the private collars, the smaller bag with all her toys...

Suddenly she goes pale and almost takes a step forward, catching herself just in time but unable to contain a soft moan of surprise and confusion. A large, spiral-bound notebook tumbles onto the bed, resting on its back, a single word "Create" emblazoned on its glossy gray cover. She remembers putting it in, thinking that she'll write a little as she waits for him and then hide it in her card before he comes. His phone call and instructions for pre-meeting preparations had forced all thoughts of the book out and now here it was. As these thoughts flit through her mind, he looks up.

He notes the pallor and the trembling lips, the strain in her entire body and lifts a questioning eyebrow at her. With a supreme effort of will she relaxes and pretends calm. He reaches for the book and lifts it off the bed, preparing to flip it open.

"Please..." her voice is urgent, pleading and striving to sound indifferent at the same time, "please don't..." Unable to help herself, she breaks the posture and closes the distance between them, placing her small hand on the cover, looking up at him, the plea clear in her large brown eyes.

He looks down at her hand and raises and eyebrow, waiting for her reaction. As if her error had just occurred to her, she gasps softly, her hand falling away from the book, feet automatically stepping apart, hands once again interlaced behind her head. She's looking down at his feet, as if unwilling to meet his eyes and see the reflection of his thoughts.

"Need I remind you that anything you bring into the room is fair game?" He waits a space of a heartbeat and adds, "You may speak."

Her response is immediate,

"But I didn't mean to bring that!"

"Look at me when you're speaking." His voice is quiet but does not invite argument.

She looks up, meeting his eyes and swallowing at the unsmiling expression she encounters.

"I didn't mean to bring that," she repeats, holding his gaze as instructed though it's clearly an effort for her.

"What is it?"

She's silent.

"I could always just open it and see for myself..." His voice trails off as she quickly shakes her head,

"No..."

"No?" amusement and disbelief are warring in his voice as she rushes to qualify,

"No, I meant that I'll tell you. You don't need to look." She swallows again, considers lying but, knowing how easy it is to disprove a lie about the contents, sighs and replies,

"It's a sort of a fantasy journal."

"A fantasy journal? Explain please..." His hands are caressing the spine of the book as he waits for her answer. She's motionless, wondering how much to tell him, how much she can get away with holding back. He is looking at her, his eyes narrow slightly as he turns away, walks to the chair near the window, sits down and faces her, laying the book in his lap. Folding his arms across his chest, he speaks,

"I asked you a direct question. Omissions in this case will be treated as lies and punished accordingly."

She is trembling, forgetting for the moment that she's virtually naked, feeling much more exposed by her lack of control over her book than over her clothes. Finally, she answers,

"When I'm bored, I daydream and I thought that I might try writing them down... They're incomplete... Really just bits and pieces of scenes, images, words..." her voice trails off. She wonders if she's managed to satisfy his curiosity or if her half-baked explanation had just managed to inflame it further.

He is silent, caressing the spine of the book, almost absentmindedly, but she shudders inwardly, knowing that he's anything but absentminded. A desolate sense of helplessness washes over her and at the same time she wonders if subconsciously she forgot to put the book back in the car intentionally. Had she wanted him to find it? Had she wanted this to happen? He lifts his eyes to hers and she can see that he's wondering the same thing.

"How long have you been keeping it?"

"Not long..." she doesn't pretend to misunderstand, she knows exactly what he's asking, "a couple of weeks."

"So, you started it after our last meeting." It's a statement, not a question, but she confirms it anyway,

"Yes, but not immediately after."

He nods, then continues,

"And how many of these fantasies, snippets have you written?"

She bites her lip and shrugs,

"I don't know... I didn't count..."

He gives her a measured glance,

"You can lower your arms." As she complies, he hands her the book. Relief rushes through her as she grasps it and turns to put it back in her bag when his voice stops her cold.

"Count them."

She whirls back and stares at him, her lips parting, words about to spill out as he continues, seemingly unaffected by her outrage,

"You said you haven't counted them... I could count them for you, but I won't necessarily know where one ends and another begins," he adds, "not without reading, anyway."

She's motionless, considering her options even though there are none to consider. Sighing, he reaches forward, as if to take the book from her but she takes a quick step back, sitting down on the edge of the bed, flipping the book open and leafing through, counting to herself. Finished, she snaps it shut,

"Five... Well, six if you count the one I started, wrote a few sentences and abandoned." She waits for his reaction, her voice edgy, almost defiant. He notes it and raises an eyebrow in question, shaking his head slightly, reaching toward her; his gesture indicating that she should return the book. She draws back, holding the book to her chest. He waits, his hand still outstretched. Finally she whispers, her soft voice begging for a favorable answer,

"Why?"

"Because I want you to," the edge in his voice is unmistakable. "Walk over here and hand it to me." His hand returns to his chair as he waits for her to comply.

And comply she does, walking toward him and gingerly placing the book on his lap.

"Good," his voice is calm, "but not good enough."

She stiffens as she waits, looking down, knowing that she's in trouble but not the extent of it yet.

"Let's see... You forgot to put on the collar. You broke posture and spoke without permission when explicitly instructed otherwise. You hesitated when given clear instructions. You questioned my orders. Need I go on?"

She shook her head wordlessly, knowing that everything he said was true.

"Turn around."

She turns without hesitation, presenting him with her back, holding herself straight as he likes. His fingers trace a path down her spine, trailing gently over the curve of her backside. A sudden smack on the right cheek of her rump makes her jerk in surprise, a hot flush spreading over the skin. She gasps but doesn't move away; waiting for the next slap but it doesn't come. Instead he speaks,

"Go bring me your collar," after a moment's pause, he adds, "the private one."

She walks to the bed, opens the pouch, pulling out the rigid leather collar with its D ring on the front and a small padlock with a key on the chain in the back and carries it back to him, placing it gently in his hands and waiting for the command she knows will follow.

"Turn around and kneel." 

She turns again and sinks to her knees, as gracefully as her high heels and trembling legs will allow. Kneeling between his spread legs she resists the impulse to touch him, instead she bows her head forward and lets her palms rest on her thighs. She feels the braided leather slip around her neck and tighten as he locks the clasp and then threads the padlock through it. Finished, he commands,

"Stand up."

She struggles to her feet, leaning on his knees for help to get out of the awkward position. She's between his legs, her back to him, her arms hanging limply by her sides, languor invading her body as she waits for his command. She doesn't have long to wait.

"Present yourself..."

The phrase always sends a shiver of delicious excitement through her. It has the same effect now as she complies, letting her feet step apart and clasping her hands behind her head.

"So, your punishment..." As he speaks, his fingers are tracing random patterns on her backside and the pale skin of her thighs above the wide lace of her stockings. She shivers, not quite sure if in response to his touch or in anticipation of his next words.

"You are to take your book, pick any one of the fantasies you've completed and read it aloud to me."

The request should not have come as a total surprise but as the words penetrate her conscience she is literally speechless with shock. He read her writings before. The stories she's written at his request and with him as one of the characters, but this was different. This she hadn't intended to share with anyone, maybe not even with him. Her mind is blank as she remains frozen in place, waiting for... For what? For him to stay that he was joking? Not possible... He wouldn't joke about something like that, especially where it's classified as punishment.

"I can't..." her voice sounds tight and alien to her own ears.

"Presumably if you wrote them you should be able to read your own handwriting," he pauses, then continues, "Arms down... Turn around." 

She lowers her arms and turns to face him. He lifts the book off his lap and hands it to her, waiting for her fingers to close around the solid cover, but not letting go. Using his free hand he pulls another chair over and arranges it behind her back so that when she sits down, she'd be facing him about two feet away.

"Sit down."

She sinks into the proffered chair gratefully, hands clasping the book.

"Open it," his voice is quiet and measured. He knows she'll do it and suddenly, seized by a rebellious stubbornness, she shakes her head.

"Look at me," earlier traces of amusement are gone, he's all business now. "Think carefully."

She looks up to see the expression on his face. For a moment, both are silently taking measure of each other. Finally, she swallows and looks away. Leaning back in the chair, she flips the book open, skimming the sections quickly, trying to pick one. She refuses to think about the intimacy of reading out loud... let alone reading something like this.

Finally she settles on one and lifts her eyes to his, hoping against hope that this was just a test to see if she would comply, that she won't have to do it after all.

"Start reading..." He leans back, folding his arms across his chest, eyes on her face.

She lowers her gaze to the words swimming on the page in her lap, takes a deep breath and begins to read...

It's cold and she's shivering on the cool floor, naked, on her knees, hands folded in her lap, head down, eyes to the floor, waiting for Him to speak. He makes her wait, watching her from the armchair.

"Come here," His voice is hard and she shivers, struggling to stand up. His next words stop her efforts as he adds, "on your knees, pet."

Her face flushes crimson as she moves across the hardwood floor toward Him and stops between His legs, head down, hands laid gently on her thighs.

"Stand up," after a brief pause, He adds, "on your own."

She struggles to her feet, leaning on her own thighs for support, barely able to stand, legs quivering with the strain of kneeling for so long. Still not looking at Him, she waits.

"Tell me why I made you kneel, pet."

Her answer is immediate, without hesitation, "Because I disobeyed you, Sir."

"And how did you disobey me?"

She blushes but responds, "I did not complete the assignment, Sir."

"And what was your assignment?"

She struggles to get the words out, "To come today wearing the toy, Sir."

"What toy was that, pet?"

Her voice is barely a whisper now, "The anal plug, Sir."

"And yet, here you are, without it..." His voice trails off as if daring her to respond and respond she does.

"I forgot, Sir."

"Is that an excuse, pet?"

"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

"And now you also spoke without being asked a question or given permission to speak." She does not dare look up, but knows He's frowning, displeased. "Are you asking to be punished?"

"No, Sir," she shakes her head for emphasis.

"I'm not sure that's good enough..." He is silent as he considers her penitent form in front of him. "How long has it been since you've cum, pet?"

"Two weeks, Sir," her lower lip trembles as she answers.

"And do you remember what I told you when I asked you to come here tonight?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me, please."

"You said," she pauses and quotes his words back to Him, "I hope you'll enjoy the present I got for you. It should help end the two week draught rather quickly."

"That's right," He hides a smile at her flawless recitation of his own words. "But I'm afraid your disobedience has just earned you some more time..."

She opens her mouth as if to speak but closes it almost immediately, though not before He sees the gesture and asks,

"What did you want to say?"

"Nothing, Sir."

He's silent for a moment and then commands,

"Kneel in front of me, pet."

She sinks to her knees once again, looking at Him, at His body, longingly. He waits until she finally raises her eyes to his face, asking permission wordlessly.

"Yes, you may."

She exhales in a rush of delighted breath, reaching for the front of his pants, deftly unzipping them, helping Him rise and slip them off. 

She pauses and draws a deep breath. The pause stretches between them as she sits there, biting her lower lip.

"Is that the end?"

She swallows, raising her eyes to his but not responding.

"I didn't think so... Continue, please."

"But..." she pauses, thinking of the explicit scenes ahead, "Couldn't I just give you the book? You could read the rest yourself..." her voice trails off as she lowers her eyes, unable to keep meeting his penetrating gaze.

"Why would I want to do that when you're doing so well?" He pauses and continues, "besides, this is not just your punishment. It pleases me to hear you read your own writing."

She flushes with pleasure at the praise though the interlude brought no other relief.

"Continue please..." His voice is calm and relaxed, but sneaking a glance at the front of his khakis she can tell that he's not entirely unaffected by her story.

Taking a deep breath she lowers her eyes back to the pages in front of her and reads on...

His underwear is next, leaving Him wearing only an open button-down shirt. She reaches for his shoulders to slip it off but He shakes his head,

"No, leave it."

Immediately her hands fall back to His thighs. Again she looks up, her eyes asking permission, hope and fear of being denied mingling together.

"Yes..." He nods and leans back, sighing with pleasure as He feels first her hands and then her warm breath on His aroused flesh.

"You are to stop when I tell you to," He warns softly and she nods in agreement, intent only on tasting Him. His thumb sneaks under her chin, lifting her face, forcing her to look at Him. She flushes and quickly responds,

"Yes, Sir... I will stop, Sir."

Pleased, He releases her face in the next moment He cannot suppress a groan as her warm mouth settles over His arousal, her tongue circling the rigid flesh, eliciting almost involuntary sighs of pleasure from Him. She teases him, moving slowly, tasting every inch, lowering her head with agonizing slowness. He allows her to have her fun until the pleasure becomes unbearable and, tangling his fingers in her hair, He pushes her head down, forcing her to take Him all the way in. Heedless of her muffled moan of protest, He keeps his hand firmly on the back of her head, setting the pace, forcing her to move at his speed. As her head comes up He hears another moan, this time one of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he speaks,

"Stop... now." She freezes for a moment and he hears a clear moan of frustration. But in the next instance she lifts her face up obediently, gazing at his thighs, breathing heavily.

"Stand up, pet."

Once she's on her feet, He turns her around, standing up behind her, letting her feel the warm length of His arousal pressing to the small of her back. She whimpers in frustration, pressing back against Him. He smiles to himself, his hands on her hips, holding her steady.




Her Fantasy



My conscience is telling me that this is wrong, even evil. But I have already succumbed to the insatiable lust within me, my dark, twisted fantasy. You see, I can write an essay on how distant and cold my husband has been toward me for the last few months. I know that our love is severed. It will no longer be the same as before. 

Nothing justifies my cheating on him. He is a dutiful worker, working late nights and always asking me how my day went. But something wilted and died between us, and I believe that certain something is passion. We are more like friends now than lovers. Gone are the days of teasing caresses and scorching kisses that would leave me panting for more. Now I'm lucky to receive a kiss on the cheek. Is he having an affair? Probably. I never catch him watching porn or touching himself. We always had a healthy sexual relationship. When I look at him now, I feel as if I'm staring at a mere stranger, a ghost of a person that I used to love. 

So what are my thoughts as these two gorgeous, older men watch me hungrily as I enter the room? Perhaps you would think that I feel shame and guilt. Instead, I feel power and control. Their dark, intense gazes make me feel desired and sensual, eager to please them. 

I don't even say hi. I don't believe in wasting time. So I slowly unzip my sleek, black dress, letting it spill onto the floor around my feet. With just my corset, fishnet tights, and black silk panties on, I get on all four and slowly crawl toward them, never tearing my gaze from them. Once I reach them on the bed, I place my head on Mikael's knee and slowly exhale. 

"I'm all yours," I say as he begins to run his fingers through my long, inky black hair. 

I wish I could say that these two men are strangers to me. But they are my friends. I know they won't hurt me. Unless I want them to do it, like I've asked. Still, a gasp escapes me when Mikael suddenly grabs a few strands of hair by the roots and forces me to look up at him. His eyes are dark, sexy, and filled with sin. I feel my clit throb in protest, enjoying the sight of his raw dominance showing through. 

"Get on the bed," he firmly says. "Now."

I don't say a word as I quickly do as I am told. With my heart racing, I lay on the bed, stretched out and eagerly awaiting my next order. Mikael gets up from the bed and sits down next to me while Aaron turns around and begins to unbuckle his belt. 

"Suck him off while you touch yourself," Mikael says as he continues playing with my hair. "I will watch and tease you with my hands and mouth."

I moan in excitement at hearing those sexy words. Aaron is already hard, stroking his shaft as he watches me with raw, animalistic lust shining from his beautiful hazel eyes. He looks so delicious in his black fitted suit; they both do. I'm already soaking wet by the time my fingers reach my cunt, but to my surprise I get even more aroused when he playfully rubs his cock across my lips. He groans when I flicker my tongue across the opening and take tentative licks of the head, exploring his unique taste. 

"You're a little tease, aren't you," Mikael whispers in my ear as his hands roam down my body. "You naughty girl."

My finger is completely soaked already and we've barely just begun. I close my eyes and start sucking Aaron off, only taking him halfway as I pleasure myself. I moan around Aaron's cock as Mikael's hands reach my erect nipples and begin to tug and squeeze them, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. My middle finger makes slippery, wet sounds as I take Aaron's cock further into my mouth, gagging on him. 

"Fuck," Aaron says as he shudders. "Feels so good."

"That's right, choke on his cock, Mikael whispers into my ear. "Take it in all the way."

I force myself all the way down his delicious cock until I reach the base. I ignore the instinct to pull away from him and relish in the sound of him losing control. He gasps as I start throat fucking him. I moan again and shudder as Mikael traces his finger along the sensitive curve of my neck. My finger quickens its pace as Mikael slaps my full breasts. 

"Dirty girl," he huskily whispers along my neck. "I'm going to tongue fuck you until you come on my mouth. Keep sucking him off."

I squirm at the thought of Mikael's tongue on my wetness. For now, though, I focus on pleasing Aaron. He tastes so good in my mouth and I love it when he slaps my cheek with his cock. When he starts stroking himself and begins to tremble, I hungrily suck at his balls, making sure to be gentle but add the right amount of pressure. 

"Such a good little slut," Mikael says. "It's time to reward you."

Mikael places himself between my legs and plants a soft kiss on my highly aroused mound. Aaron is fucking my mouth so good, controlling the movements by grabbing the back of my head. I almost scream when I feel Mikael slide his tongue up my wet slit, all the way to my clit. His hands reach up to my nipples and pinch them hard, making me groan. 

"I'm gonna come," Aaron says as he shudders. 

There's too much stimuli for me to keep still and quiet. Between Aaron's warm cum gushing down my throat and Mikael's tongue flickering against me, I start to unravel. Mikael must sense my approaching orgasm because he quickens his tongue and adds a finger inside my cunt. I shudder as I come hard against his mouth. I swallow every drop of Aaron's cum, enjoying the way it shoots down my throat. Mikael continues to lap away at me, making me shudder and convulse in absolute ecstasy. While Aaron pulls away from me and my orgasm subsides, Mikael stops pleasuring me with his mouth and quickly comes over to me to kiss me deeply and passionately. I taste myself on him and moan into his mouth as his hand wanders down to my flooded core. 

"Tastes good, doesn't it?" he asks in a taut whisper. "I love making you come. Come for me one more time, baby. Pretend my finger is my dick."

His words spur me on. I wish I could touch him, make him feel as good as he's making me feel, but he's obviously waiting for his turn to ravage me. Aaron trails kisses from my left ear all the way to my taut nipple, where he suckles and licks until I'm sweating and writhing like a cat in heat. My left hand wanders to Aaron's stirring erection while the other one rubs Mikael through his slacks. I can feel Mikael's thick cock underneath the fabric and I wish he could fuck my mouth until he's come in me so many times, it will take days for me to forget his taste. Adrenaline rushes through me again as Mikael grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. 

"Look at me when you come," he orders with lust dripping from every word. "Don't close your eyes. Don't look away. Look at me."

I shakily nod. It doesn't take long for me to come again, even though I try my best to sustain the delicious pleasure of Aaron's mouth on my nipple and Mikael's skilled finger flickering against me, touching me just the way I like it. When Mikael adds another finger inside my slippery cunt, I force myself to stare at him as heat and wetness floods my core. 

"I'm coming," I say breathlessly. 

Mikael hums in approval as his fingers delve deeper inside me. Even though Aaron gently bites down on my sensitive nipple and it feels like I'm about to implode from the pleasure, I don't dare to rip my gaze away from Mikael's beautiful face. I dig my fingers into the comforter as a primal scream escapes me. I can feel my arousal flooding Mikael's hand and he shudders as he tilts his head back. 

"I'm going to fuck your pretty little face so hard while Aaron fucks you from behind," he says as he wraps a hand around my neck. "Do you like the sound of that, whore?"

I almost come again from hearing those delectable words. "Yes. Please. I need it."

"Get on your hands and knees," he says. 

I don't have to be told twice. I quickly take off my underwear but keep my corset on. Until Mikael starts tugging at the lace on the sides of my corset.

"Take this off," he primly says. 

Apprehension shoots through my core. "But...I'm not..."

"I know what you think," he says softly. "But you're beautiful to us. You're perfect in every way. Right, Aaron?"

"Of course," Aaron says as he kisses my shoulder from behind. "You're a goddess."

They're too sweet to me. I almost start crying because I'm an idiot like that. I obediently begin to take off my corset, trying to ignore the shame I feel at exposing my round belly. But Mikael gently touches my cheek, forcing me to look up at him. He kisses my forehead and looks at me with concern.

"Do you want to stop?" he asks.

"No!" I say adamantly. "I need both of you...please."

With fidgety hands, I begin to unbuckle Mikael's belt. I feel possessed as I roughly lower his pants and boxers and lick his shaft from the base to the head. Mikael's hands shudder against my scalp and I hear him gasp when I force his thick cock all the way down my throat. When Aaron teases my wet cunt with his cock, I push back into him and force him inside me. Aaron moans and grips my hips with absolute desire. 

"Fuck," Aaron whispers as he slides further inside me. "You're so wet and tight."

I gag on Mikael's cock, making sure to leave him dripping wet with my saliva. He grabs a fistful of my hair and holds me against him until my nose is touching his firm stomach. I shiver as Aaron starts fucking me hard, making my breasts sway. 

"Good little slut," Mikael whispers urgently. "Are you going to let me fuck your little mouth?"

I nod. When he grabs both sides of my face and starts pounding away at my mouth, I feel my composure melt away. The entire world fades as I focus on pleasuring the both of them. I am lost in the way Aaron is filling my tight, wet core so perfectly as he slaps my ass and murmurs erotic, dirty things to me. Mikael's cock tastes so good and his fingers feel heavenly as he roughly pulls at my hair, making me feel so desired. 

I don't know how long they fuck me hard and deliriously because I've completely lost track of time. My orgasm is imminent when Aaron starts rubbing my clit and bites down on my back, making me shudder around him. I come without warning, forcing myself all the way down Mikael's luscious cock as my pussy clenches around Aaron. I feel the familiar wetness seep out of my cunt, bathing Aaron in my arousal and forcing his own orgasm. He curses as he suddenly pulls out and spills his hot seed on my lower back. Mikael pulls away from me and shoves me against the mattress, making me rest on my back. I am sweating profusely and still trembling as I watch Mikael take off his jacket and set it on the bed next to him. 

"I'm sorry," he says, out of breath. "I know you love us in suits, but if I'm going to fuck your brains out, I need to be able to breathe."

I watch him intently as he lowers himself to me and kisses my nose. I close my eyes and linger in his comforting, sexy scent. I can smell his aftershave, even a tiny hint of cologne. He can be so gentle and caring, but so rough and demanding at the same time. I feel my cunt clench in need as he rubs himself against my slick pussy. With his eyes on me the entire time, he slowly slips inside me, making me gasp and shudder when he enters all the way. 

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he says urgently. 

I hook myself around his hips and wrap my arms around his back, preparing myself for his rough, hot fucking. Except I'm not fully prepared for it when he slams into me, making me gasp in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Aaron grabs my wrists and holds onto them firmly as he watches Mikael begin to fuck me mercilessly. But it's not hard enough. 

"Harder, please," I say, panting. "Fuck me as hard as you want."

Mikael is silent as he grabs my legs and places them on his shoulders. He thrusts himself inside me and I gasp at how deep his cock is within my tight cunt. When he starts pounding away at my core, I feel myself melting onto the bed, becoming nothing but raw, exposed nerves and primal ecstasy. My hands shake in Aaron's grasp as Mikael fucks me hard and rough. The sound of our primal fucking fills the room, flooding my core with even more wetness. When he wraps a hand around my neck and lightly squeezes, I shudder against him, feeling the familiar stirring within me. 

"Come all over my cock," he says with a raspy voice. "Now."

I come so hard and easily on him; he hits me in the right spot so that my orgasm forces his cock to slip out of me. I am shaking that bad. I feel arousal dripping from my cunt as he slides back inside me with my legs resting on his broad shoulders. 

"I'm not done fucking you yet," he growls. "Do you want to swallow my cum?"

"Yes, please!" I say with absolute longing. 

He starts fucking me again, hard and fast. I can feel him everywhere: in my brain, in the marrow of my bones, in my soul. His balls slap against me as he lowers himself to my face, forcing me to look at him. The way he is looking at me is going to make me come again, even harder than before. It's like the only people in the room are the two of us and there's no one else on Earth right now. I can barely feel Aaron's tight grip on my wrists because Mikael is making me so high, forcing me to squirm and scream out his name as the ecstasy spreads through my body like a wildfire, uncontrollable and fierce. 

"Yes," he whispers as his thrusts become more desperate and wild. "Scream my name. I'm going to keep fucking you until I pump my hot cum down your throat."

"Give me your cum, please!" I plead as I rock myself against him. "I need it!"

He groans as he quickly pulls out of me and brings his cock to my mouth. I hungrily suck at it, eagerly awaiting his delicious, warm essence to flood my mouth. He is panting and shuddering as I look up at him in anticipation. 

"Fuck," he gasps as his fingers tremble through my hair. "I'm going to come so hard in your mouth."

I moan in approval as I feel his thighs tremble and hear the hiss escape his lips. I close my eyes and focus on his warm, delicious cum spurting into my mouth. There is so much of it, but I swallow every single drop. He tastes so sweet, so luscious, and perfect. It takes him a couple of seconds to finish in my mouth, but once he does, he surprises me when he pulls out of my mouth and kisses me again. Except this time, it's slow and tender. Aaron lets go of my wrists and kisses the back of my neck, making me shiver. 

"Thank you," Mikael says once he breaks the kiss. "That was perfect."

I sigh in contentment and lay back on the bed. "No, thank you. Both of you."



Her Fantasy



Hi my name is Matt, my wife's name is Joan, we have been married for 5 years, but we have been together for over ten years. About 7 years ago we were at a bar that we went to about 3 days a week. I was the only guy at the table of about 5 women. The women started talking about fantasies. Well, my wife (who was my girlfriend at the time) had a good buzz. Next thing I know she said she had a fantasy of two guys at once. Well I have always had a fantasy of watching her with another guy but she always seemed to be very shy when it came to sex. I never thought I would hear anything like that from her. So I put that in the back of my head and didn't say a word. 

About a month or so later we went out with a friend of mine Ray, he has always been the single guy who has 5 girlfriends at once and very wild. We went to several bars this one evening. We were all feeling no pain. The bar was closing and the three of us wanted to keep drinking. Ray mentioned he had some beer at his apartment. Next thing I know we were sitting in his living room drinking. Joan had on a short skirt and thigh high's. She is 5' tall and 110 lbs with blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a beautiful face and a great body. Ray has always stared at her every time we went somewhere. I know he has wanted to be with her. 

Well as we sat on the couch and had some beers, Ray was sitting on a chair across from Joan. She started to fall asleep, as she was falling asleep, she leaned back and spread her legs. I looked at Ray and caught him looking up her skirt. He told me he was sorry but he couldn't help him self she looked great. I started thinking about what she said her fantasy was. I could feel my cock getting hard just thinking about watching her with another guy. I reached over and picked her skirt up and asked Ray what he thought of her panties. He told me he wanted to see what was under them, and then he started to laugh. I think the laughing was to cover up what he just said. 

But what he didn't know is it turned me on thinking about him looking at her. I reached over and pulled her panties over so he could see her tight little pussy. I told him it is very tight and always wet. He asked me is it wet now, so I rubbed it and it was wet. I told him yes it is then I asked him if he would like to touch it and see. He got up and walked over to her, just as he reached down and touched her clit she opened her eyes and asked what he was doing. 

He told her I told him to do it, she looked at me and said did you tell him he could touch me. I told her yes I did and you know you enjoyed it. I said I remember the fantasy she told her girlfriends she had about two guys. She said that was private, and she was drunk when she said it. I wasn't sure what to do or say next but I knew I wanted to see her with Ray. I reached down and felt her pussy and it was dripping wet. I knew she was excited and thinking about the three of us having sex. 

I figured if I started to eat her that would start everything. I just moved onto the floor and spread her legs and started to eat her, the next thing I knew she tilted her head back and moaned. Ray came over and just pulled his cock out and put it in her face. She didn't even say a word all she did was start to suck it, like it was mine. I watched her suck his cock, it was about 8 inches and very thick, I am a average 6 inches. I loved watching her suck his cock, she isn't one to take the whole thing in her mouth but she was doing a good job of sucking him. I pulled thigh highs off and her skirt, and the next thing Ray pulled his cock out of her mouth and said I have to eat her. 

I wasn't sure what she was thinking but she took her legs and spread them and told him to eat her. She grabbed me and said get your dick over here or sit back and watch. I stuck my cock in her mouth and watched Ray eat her, she started to buck and scream as she wrapped her legs around his head. Just as she came she pushed his head away and told him to fuck her hard now, he slide up and suck his big cock in her about 3 inches. I watched as she started to bite her lip in pain, he took it slow and slide in a little more, then before you knew it he was all the way in her, she wrapped her legs around him and came again, then he started to fuck her hard, all she did was moan and keep saying I am cumming. 

She must have came ten times while his was fucking her. I loved watching his big cock go all the way in her. After he fucked her for about a hour she was wore out, when he pulled out she said I hope you had fun watching because I am going to bed. She got up and got dressed and told me to take her home. 

The next day I asked her if she enjoyed herself and she told me she would let me know next weekend when we have Ray over our house.



Her Fantasy



My wife and I have been looking for a woman to explore a new relationship. We were delighted when you appeared to be what we were looking for and us you. We envisioned a close relationship of the three, loving and relaxing together. Friends and lovers such a nice thought.

It had long been my wife's fantasy to watch me have sex with another woman and maybe join in. That would be the two of you doing me. However my wife admits enjoying the sight of the female body. She isn’t sure if she has any desire to be with a woman however if she got to know the woman well enough...never know what may cum of it.

She starts by sitting in the corner of the darken room with her robe on. We entered the room and slowly undress each other, paying close attention to all that is uncovered. I love being oral with a woman...to feel her react to my touch and tongue really turns me on. As I undress you, my wife is playing with herself as she watches us. You seem to know all the right places that only fire my desire more for you. Licking my neck, gently biting my nipples and your touch with my cock make me feel the lust and passion of the moment. You lick the dripping precum from the tip and kiss me deeply sharing my taste with me.

We are both explore each other’s bodies with mouth, hands and eyes. We can feel her watching us and we both smile. You lay back on the bed and I slide between your legs. I want to inhale your musky scent, I must taste your love juices and lower my mouth to your mound gentle biting and sucking it into my mouth. Then I find your clit and lightly lick it as I move up and down your lips.

We hear my wife using a dildo and her moans as she works herself over.

I slide my hands under your ass and bring your pussy to my face. As long as you can stand it, I lick and suck you. Inserting my finger into you I make a "come here" movement with it as I lick your clit. My enjoyment increases as I see your body reacting to my lovemaking. To see you breast raise and fall as you get near your orgasm drive me wild. My reward is the gushing of your cum into my mouth and your moans of delight.

We have heard my wife cum at least once. I move up and we kiss passionately, our hands exploring each other’s body. You grab my cock and start to lick me. As you do you stare at my wife, showing her your new candy and how you like to enjoy it.

My shaven cock slides in and out of your mouth. The veins standout as I am rock hard for you. You to straddle me lowering your hot wetness down onto my cock. I feel your pussy grab me and stoke me as we move slowly. We both watch my her as she has moved from the corner to the edge of the bed. Eyes move from one to the other to the other as we fuck. I pull your hips down so I go deep into you and cum from the core of my being. With my thumb I massage your clit until you have your second which seems like a continuation of the first.

I pull my cock from you, reach for my wife, she moves to lick me clean. She sucks and licks our cum mixture from my cock. She doesn't miss a drop.

Then she moves to mount me and asks you to sit on my face. I am in heaven lick and thrusting at once. The two of you stare at each other. Hesitantly...as your pussies are being attended to a dreamy look moves across your faces and she reaches out to stoke your nipples. You take her 34Cs and massage them. We all are getting it from both ends and love the sensations. You lower your head and suck her nipple into your mouth; this first contact with a woman sends her into a shattering orgasm. As she stokes your nipples and looking into each other’s eyes you cum.

The three of us lay there together enjoying the after glow of our lovemaking. Who knows what will be in the future for us?



Her Fantasy



I thought all my dreams had come true as my wife dragged me in to the strip club. We had been drinking a bit throughout the day, and she was certainly tipsy, but this was something out of the ordinary.

The place was pretty packed, not surprising for a Saturday night. There were a few girls around apart from the dancers, but not many. Certainly there were no single girls to be seen – not a surprise for any night. 

We cruised around for a bit, before Jo decided we should take a seat near one of the stages. The girl dancing was a young Asian girl, quite slim, but as she stripped down her rather impressive breasts became evident – while not by any means huge, they were perhaps larger than one might have expected for a girl of her build, and proudly upstanding.

Jo asked what I thought of her. I replied that she was quite cute, and that I was pretty happy with her tits, but overall, I thought we'd see better tonight. Jo seemed pretty happy with that – we'd always been fairly open with each other, having met after both of us had played the field quite a bit.

We ordered drinks – the waitress was certainly more my type, and I watched her as she walked away to get our drinks. Good tight arse, but slightly more of her the dancer in front of us – not fat, just a less petite body type. Jo saw me watching. 

"More your type?" she asked. 

"More like you, so certainly more my type" I replied.

Jo smiled. 

"I don't look anything like that, and you know it." 

"Sweetie, you look just fine to me, and nobody is going to convince of anything different." 

And it was true – sure, she probably carried a bit more on her hips and thighs than she might have liked, but it was still a damn good package as far as I was concerned.

We sat and watched the dancers for about 20 minutes, then Jo said we should have a wander around. The place was quite big, several levels and a few back corridors, so it took a bit of time. There was a lounge area near the back on the main level, where girls performed the basic lap dances...it was dark, but still quite public. Otherwise, there was upstairs. We'd made it there, but been politely invited back downstairs...invite only, from one of the entertainer. Obviously the serious work went on up there.

As we walked around, more than a few guys were checking Jo out. She had a pair of pants on which showed that her arse, though she denied it to me, was still nicely shaped. Her blouse was dark blue, a light satiny material. There were a couple of buttons undone, but nothing revealing...not that she was prudish, it was just a little cool outside. Overall, she looked very nice, and that was probably what was attracting the attention – some men want the slutty stripper look, but plenty also want somebody they could take home to mum, or at least take home!

Near the main stage was a pool table; Jo told me I should play a game or two, she would just sit back and watch the proceedings. I enjoy a hit, so I put my money down, and was soon on the table and winning. Jo asked if I wanted another drink, and I agreed. She came back with several shooters – apparently some guys at the bar had offered them to her, but hadn't been too impressed when she took them then told them she was with her husband! I asked whether she had caused trouble, but she told me they had left, after the bouncers heard them making a general fuss. So, nothing to worry about.

Jo downed two of the shooters, then took a seat nearer the stage. Before long, several guys had made space for her, and she was at the edge of the stage watching a buxom blonde performing. Although she professed no sexual desires towards women, when we had shared fantasies during sex she always wanted the women I introduced to have big tits. And here she was, face to face with a fairly impressive set of jugs. The guys had bought her another shooter, and she was showing the effects. She cheered and whistled as loud as the guys, and was rewarded with a little shimmy just for her.

She looked over to me, and I waved. She looked happy, she blew me a kiss, and I waved back. I wasn't worried, but I knew I should keep an eye on her just in case. Still, she'd be enjoying the attention; if my fantasy was the standard male fantasy, hers was definitely having sex with strangers. She didn't like it if I asked if she would actually do it, but with the alcohol floating around, there was always the chance she might give off the wrong vibe. 

After about 20 more minutes, and a couple more games of pool, Jo left her seat with the boys and headed back over to me. I asked her if she has enjoyed herself with the boys. She smiled sheepishly. 

"Yeah, it's nice to be appreciated by somebody different. Not that I don't like being appreciated by you...I hope you're going to appreciate me several times tonight." 

She giggled, and continued. 

"It's a good thing that you married me and took me away from this sort of thing – I could get myself in to soooo much trouble here." 

She smiled at me again, and leant against me. 

"Have I been too naughty?" she asked.

I looked at her. She was enjoying herself, quite a bit by my guess. But she didn't want me getting upset, so she was happy to just give it up for me. But I was ok – my wife enjoys sex, we share fantasies, why spoil her fun. I told her I was fine, and she could head back and join her friends if she wanted...I'd be right here if she needed me for anything. She decided to play it cool – she moved to the bar behind where she had been sitting, so she could still watch the dancers, and chat to the guys, but she was not caught in amongst them.

I watched as a couple of guys moved towards her, then got up to take my shot. I sunk a couple of balls, and when I went back to my seat, Jo chatting to them. She smiled my way, but also downed another shooter. What the hell I thought, and bought a couple to catch up.

As I watched my wife clearly flirting with these men, I wondered what she would do. It wasn't a fantasy of mine to see her fuck some other guy, but I wasn't so jealous that if she did it, I would let it end the good thing we had. I suppose I always suspected that I'd probably end up screwing some girl at some stage, so it would be hypocritical to imagine that Jo wouldn't have similar desires, and maybe end out acting on them.

There was no doubt that these two guys were more intent on getting some action than the guys by the stage; they obviously knew I was the husband, so they moved to ensure I was denied anything but a fleeting glimpse of my wife at the far end of the bar. I decided to outwit them a bit, by heading off to the toilet. I waited 'til I got a sight of Jo, and made the sign to tell her where I was going. She nodded, and I got up...and wandered via the back corridors to the other entrance to the bar. It was crowded, and I didn't think that Jo or her friends could see me. I was lucky enough to find a spot quite close, but with a set of wooden screens between us. By standing right next to the screens, I could clearly see Jo, but was no more than a blurred outline to her. 

She was smiling and giggling, but shaking her head. I was ready to move in if I saw anything to messy, but let her go for the moment. One of the guys was pointing down to the end of the bar, to my vacant seat. Clearly, he wanted her to know that hubby wasn't watching. She looked down the bar, and all around. Obviously, she couldn't see me, and so she smiled at the guys, and undid a button on her blouse. I could see well enough to know that there were more buttons than that already undone...obviously, even with me in sight; Jo had been prepared to take a risk. 

I peered closely – her hot pink bra was clearly visible even to me, several metres away. She was happily letting the guys leer at her, but when one went for a touch, he got a sharp slap. No problems here I thought. I saw her raise an eyebrow, a definite wouldn't you like to know. And then she dropped yet another shooter. She swayed a bit, and fell against one of the guys. Her grabbed her, and let his hand slip straight to her breast. She struggled to get free, but when she failed, she shrugged her shoulders. She turned so that it wasn't too obvious what was happening, and let him play with her tits for bit. I could see his hand clearly inside her bra, playing with her nipple. This would send her off.

I looked about – everybody was watching the dancers, and where Jo and her friends were, in a slightly darker corner of the bar, it looked as if they were pretty safe. Jo obviously thought so, because she turned to the other guy, offering him her tits. He quickly pulled her bra back, exposing both of her tits. They were nice and firm; they always were, but especially so when she was turned on, and she was obviously turned on. She quickly pulled her blouse back over to cover herself, but then offered both guys the chance to have a nice play.

As she turned to one of the guys, the other moved in close behind her. She allowed him to move in, and I could see her wiggling her arse against his crotch. She was also smiling wickedly. She was talking to the other guy, and I clearly saw her mouth form the word "cock." She was enjoying every moment of this, and strangely, I didn't mind. I knew these guys would turn her on no end, and that I would get the benefit.

Soon, she was reversing positions, to catch the feel of the other guy's cock rubbing against her arse cheeks. And as she allowed her tits to be played with, her hand sank to the guy in front of her...across his cheat, over his stomach. I couldn't see where it went, but from his face I could tell she was caressing him. I wondered whether she would go so far as to reach inside his pants and play with him, or just rub his hard on through his pants. I was looking to see if I could work out what was happening, when she started shaking her head. She didn't look unhappy, maybe a little scared. He was asking her to do something she wanted to do, just not in public. I saw his hands sink, and as he did, he leant back from Jo. I could clearly see his jeans were undone. His hard cock was outlined in his underwear, and he was imploring her...she said no a couple more times, then turning to check that nobody could see, she quickly leant forward, and took his cock in her mouth. Just for a second, and she just as quickly straightened up, but she had slurped his cock!

I was amazed...I was also turned on. It was like watching a porno...it wasn't my wife doing this; it was the woman my wife turned in to during our lovemaking. How could I complain, I nurtured this. I wanted to watch, and see more. 

Sure enough, the guys switched positions again, and although I didn't actually see it, she certainly bent forward again, a bit longer this time. When she straightened, she swapped places with the guy whose cock she had just mouthed. She told the guys to sit back, and I could see her from the knees up. She was undoing her pants. I wondered what she had planned – surely she wouldn't fuck them here!! She quickly dropped her pants, showing off her pink g-string, a match for her bra. There was my wife, her blouse undone, her pants round her knees, showing her hot little body off in her sexiest lingerie, to two complete strangers...never mind she had just put their cocks in her mouth.

She dressed quickly, and looked up the bar. I decided I should head back to my spot, or she would get suspicious. Sure enough, when I got there, she was there looking for me. I told her there had been a queue when I first went, so I went back; I was just returning to my seat. I asked her what was happening. She said nothing, she was just fantasising. 

"About what" I asked.

"My normal fantasy. Those two guys are hot for it, so I pretended to be interested. They were pretty graphic in their offer, but I turned them down cold."

"So you didn't do anything?" I questioned.

"I didn't so much as kiss either of them."

I suppose that was true, I hadn't actually seen her kiss them. Suck their cocks and let them play with her tits, sure, but no kissing.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Why don't you fantasise a bit. Surely some of the girls here would suit your dream, baby. What about the blonde with the big tits...I'm sure you'd love to see her and me get together. Hey, imagine your slutty little wife going down on the stripper...maybe I'd become a dedicated pussy-licker for you." 

She squeezed at my cock, so I repaid the favour...her pants were soaked through. I thought I'd try something for her.

"God, you're soaking, so hot. I bet you wanted to give the guys what they wanted, huh. Two strangers, you, they'd be hard for you, you know. Cocks all gorged up and ready for you, to touch, to lick, to suck, to fuck."

Her eyes glazed over, so I continued.

"And your favourite...in a public place, twice as naughty. And with me here, ten times as filthy. All you needed to do was ask them for money...then it wouldn't be because you wanted to, but because it was worthwhile."

"God yes, I'd just have to do it – I'd hate it, but I've have to fuck them, wouldn't I honey? Would you hate me if I had to suck them off, let then invade my cunt with their hard fat cocks. I mean, I'd have no choice, it wouldn't be for fun or enjoyment. I'd just have to be their dirty little slut whore. They'd probably want to take turns fucking me from behind while I had to suck the other one off...bastards."

I knew that was her favourite, and she was almost sweating with the thought of it. I looked down the bar...they had gone. I told her so...she looked disappointed.

She looked at me. 

"Want me to go out the back, take off my panties, cum all over them, and bring them back?"

Did I what? I loved it when she masturbated, and this was going to be a special treat for me. I told her ok, as long as she took her time to really cream them up, I wanted them soaking with her cunt juice...and I wanted her bra as well. She was gone before I could say another word.

I waited, probably a good ten minutes. I was so horny, it was almost unbearable. She reappeared...her hair was messed up, her blouse buttoned up wrongly, her face a mat of sweat and ecstasy.

"How was it" I asked expectantly.

She looked at me, half dejectedly, half expectantly. And she handed me her panties and bra. They were soaked...but it wasn't all her juices. She looked me in the eye, quite concerned.

"So, spill the beans."

"You're not angry?"

"Did you come" I asked.

She nodded her head vigorously.

"So, tell me.."

"I promise, it wasn't expected. I was doing more with the guys than I let on, I even quickly licked their cocks...but I promise, I wasn't going to do anything. I told them I was heading back to you, and they left, or so I thought. But when I went down the back to play with myself, they were leaving through the back entrance. I tried to hide, but they saw me. And when they asked me what I was doing, I just told them – coming down to find a quiet spot to masturbate in to my panties. As soon as I said that, I knew what I was going to do...I wouldn't have told them otherwise."

"From there, I just told them they had about 10 minutes at most. They asked me to strip for them, that they wanted to see me totally naked. I'd already let them see my tits and panties, but this seemed like so much more fun, so I did it. I only stayed naked a couple of seconds, then I put my blouse on, and my pants over my legs, for quick cover up."

"As I was redressing, they were undressing...pants undone and round the knees, cocks out. I jumped on them honey, I just went crazy. I couldn't wait to get them in me...I wanted both in my cunt at the same time, and we even tried, but in the end we just went for it my favourite way...god, it was so fucking hot. One guy had his cock so deep in me I could feel him all the way to my soul. He just kept slamming it in to me, I wanted him to cum, but not in me, so I gave him my bra...he just about filled it. And as soon as he finished, I'm being spun around for the other one. Big, honey, nice and big, and I was ready for it. I slurped off the other guy, tasting the last of his cum, while this big cock was just hammering it home for me. I wanted him to cum in me, but I'm not going to be that stupid, am I, so as soon as I hear him grunting, I jumped away, and tugged him off in to my panties. And do you know what, I didn't cum, not until I was looking at these two guys, cocks starting to flop, and realising what I had done, and I only had to touch my clit and I exploded. God, I came for about a minute, just frigging my clit, and sinking a couple of fingers in to my cunt. The guys wanted to dress, but not until I finished...watching these cocks I had just fucked was awesome, so I made them wait."

"Wow – you really did it. You had your fantasy. Well, good on you I say...I won't say I'm deliriously happy, but I am happy for you, and I'm not hurt at all. I love you, I know you have always talked about it, and now you've done it."

She looked at me tenderly. "I love you so much...and I'm going to make sure you get yours just as soon as we find the right girl...your little dirty whore slut wife is going to taste pussy for her husband."

I hugged her – it was surely going to be worth the short term pain for that long term gain!



Her Fantasy



While I was in Japan and my wife was back in the States, she decided to tell me one of her fantasies. This is her story, in her words.

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You'd had a poker party. It was late. I'd been staying out of the way in the den all evening. Since I wasn't doing the entertaining I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt -- no bra, no undies (and no jewelry).

The other 3 guys had just left and you and the cute one were picking up chips and counting his evening's winnings. I came in and started puttering around picking up snacks, etc.

He smiled boldly at me. I was slightly embarrassed as my nipples were hard from the breeze through the open windows and I was sure he noticed so I smiled shyly and went about my picking up. He started a conversation to include me about cards. Did I play? Did I like cards? How about strip poker?

I said we'd played when you were in college before we were married. You weren't saying much as you'd noticed the vibes, the tension in the air and wondered where it was going. He said "How about a few hands with just the 3 of us?"

I looked at you, kind of trying to gauge your feelings on the idea. I personally was for it; my nipples were still hard (and not from the breeze now) and I felt a twitch in my cunt.

I knew I could only lose 2 hands and I'd be naked but you guys didn't!

You smiled that it's ok, I love you, it'll work out smile at me and said "sure, OK with you, honey?"

I said ok -- determined to throw away any card worth anything in order to see his reaction to my naked body and also your reaction to his reaction.

We were all 3 relaxed, not nervous, chatting away like close friends (I'd only seen this guy I always referred to in my mind as "the cute one" a few times).

Of course, I lost the first hand and off came the T-shirt. He seemed quite sorry I'd lost but rather appreciative of my tits with the hard nipples.

Play progressed and I felt a foot from his side of the table start massaging my foot under the table. Somehow I didn't lose the next hand but every time I reached for another card my arm brushed the side of my tit and I knew He (and you) were watching.

Third hand I lost and I said that's the game, gentlemen, and he protested "why"?!?

I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and off and said "cuz I've nothing else to lose."

You reached over and cupped one tit with your hand and pinched my nipple and said "but maybe we could compromise."

Winner of next hand -- if it was one of you two -- could fondle my tits for 1 min. while other kept "time". And we'd progress as follows:

- then fondle tits and kiss me -- 2 min.

- fondle tits, kiss me, insert finger in cunt -- 3 min.

- me sit on winner's lap while he kissed me, fondled tits and rubbed my ass -- 4 min.

- me stand in front of winner while he kissed and sucked my tits -- 5 min.

- me give winner free rein for 10 min.

If I lost that many more hands, game was over and we'd call it a night.

We all agreed that was ok and I really felt good about time limits. You know kind of "controlled" dangerous situation. Dangerous cuz I wanted to be kissed, sucked, handled and fucked by him and wouldn't even object to a little "help" from you.

You lost next hand, off came your shirt. Here I sat, naked, with 2 bare chested, sexy men and I was horny.

My nipples seemed permanently erect and my cunt still had a twitch. Not only that but since He won the hand, He got to fondle my tits while you "timed" 1 min. It felt good to have hands on my tits -- I was so horny and loved how full they felt when squeezed in his big warm hands.

Next hand He lost and off came his belt. You on the other hand got a 3 min. opportunity to fondle my tits, kiss me and put a finger in my cunt. The 3 min. went by so fast. I wanted you to just fuck me good but, no, on with the game, your 3 min. are up!

Next hand you lost, now you're down to your jockeys and he beat my cards too. I curled up in his lap with my arms around his neck, he kissed me deep and hard, gently but firmly played with my tits -- cupping them, tweaking the nipples just enough to make my cunt twitch more and he squeezed my ass cheeks and kneaded them like they were dough; my cunt was dripping when you called "time".

You won next hand and I was again "loser" -- OH, POOR ME! I LOVED IT! Off came his jeans and he wasn't wearing any jockeys!

You got me for 5 min. standing in front of you while you sucked and kissed my breasts as only you know how. I was so turned on! He on the other hand was timing us and his cock was stiff and erect -- just like I like them. Since he was standing behind me with timer and you were caught up in the 5 min. tit-thrill I noticed a slight brush of his cockhead across my ass cheek once or twice. Could have been an accident but I think not! I noticed your cock was rock hard too but you still had on your jockeys. It made a lovely bulge!

Well, you lost next hand and that lovely bulge turned into a hard ready cock -- but he won the hand and thus 10 min. free rein with me. His cock was no longer or thicker than yours. It was just as hard, though. Since he only had 10 min, he plunged his hard cock directly into my cunt as he knew from my heaving chest and obvious enjoyment of our little game that I'd be soaking wet. Indeed I was and I came as soon as his cock was buried to the hilt in me.

He fondled my tits, kissed me deeply and sucked my nipples until I begged him to stop and FUCK ME AGAIN!

You, on the other hand, were watching the clock and called "time"!

Then in front of him you asked if you could help relieve some of my sexual tension left as a result of the hurried 10 min. fuck. I gladly accepted and we made mad passionate love. Once we'd both climaxed, you stayed in me and rolled us over so I was on top.

He approached us from behind and knelt behind me allowing his hard cock to tease my wet cunt that still had your cock inside.

You reached up for my tits and let your cock slide out. His slid in with little change in position.

But I wanted to change position. I wanted to be on my hands and knees with my tit in your mouth and his cock in my cunt. It felt so good.

I came, he came, you played with your cock and came on my belly.

I was alive with feelings and you guys were so great! We all drifted off to sleep.

The next day I was raw everywhere but it was worth it.

I wonder when the next poker game is going to be?...



Her Fantasy



My ass is in the air, completely exposed from my protruding clit, to my ass, offering myself to you. My arms are bound together from wrists to elbow, supporting my weight, my head resting there gently as I try to remember to take deep, even breaths. I jump as I feel the heat from your hand spanking my ass. Juices are bubbling, running down my thighs and slowly working its way to my stomach.

Squirming, trying not to break position, your hand quickly glides from my clit, dipping, but only a little bit, into my hot cunt before stopping at my anus, massaging, rubbing and finally pressing in just a bit to tease before your hand retreats completely. I am gasping and whimpering, back arched, quivering thighs, throbbing clit when you wind my hair around your fist and simultaneously tug while you shove a finger in my ass. Whimpering in need, I thrust back, meeting your finger, basking in the pain and pleasure of the sensation. I want more. I need more. I beg.

"Sir, please. Please give me more, please Sir." I'm fucking myself on your finger, using my body and my words. Suddenly you remove your finger and I experience the feeling of loss, of emptiness. Whimpering, I instantly stop moving, realizing my mistake. You wait, wondering if I will do it again. I do not and for the first time you speak.

"Do you understand what you did wrong, little girl?" you ask as you absent-mindedly stroke my spine as one would a pet. 

I nod, "Yes Sir." 

"What did you do?" 

Swallowing hard, I shakily reply, "I spoke out of turn Sir. I begged you when I should have enjoyed what you offered me." 

A light smack on the ass is my reward, "Very good girl." I yet again fight to hold position as I squirm.

Whimpering I wait. I am breathing deeply, slowly, focusing. Focusing on my breathing, on my body and what you've done to it. I am not a thinking individual anymore. My thoughts are all on you, on what you do to me. And all I am doing is waiting, expectantly. I've been waiting for so long; the first touch on my calf makes me jump and clench up. Relaxing, the arch in my back deepens as I renew my offering. Silently begging you to take me. You glide your fingers through the wetness bubbling from deep within my cunt before you swiftly shove your finger in to the hilt, stretching and filling me, painfully pleasuring me. Whimpering and whining at the feelings, the intense feelings, that I am experiencing, my body tense, not moving, covered in a light coating of sweat. You chuckle before you start to finger-fuck my ass. Short, gasping breaths before I inform you of my impending orgasm.

"Sir," gasp, "I think," gasp, "that I," gasp, "am," gasp, "close to coming," pant, "Sir!"

"You will cum when I count down to one from five. Not before. Do you understand, little girl?" Your administrations get rougher and faster, the hot burning in my ass sending me so close to the edge. I am unable to form words. I think it, "Yes Sir" but despite what it might seem like, you really aren't psychic. 

"Do you understand?" you commandingly question once again, pulling back hard on my thick hair. 

I struggle to focus, to choke out hoarsely, "Yes Sir, I understand, Sir."

"Good girl!" you softly reply before you reward me. 

You slowly pull your finger out, "Five." You slam it back home, "Four." I whimper and moan and wish for more. "Three," you slowly, languorously pull out again as I feel the wave of my orgasm beginning to rise towards its peak. "Two", you slam back in, with a second finger now, drawing a scream from deep within me. I need to cum. I'm ready to cum. I'm shaking; my whole body is shaking, waiting for you. Waiting for your commanding voice to utter that one, small word. One. Small. Word. I'm poised, listening so hard I am afraid I won't hear it over the sound of my own breathing, my heartbeat. I focus once more, short, shallow breaths. The sweet burn in my ass distracting me, helping to arouse my flooded cunt even more until I no longer where the juices stop and the sweat be-

"One."

I am thrown into ecstasy. I know nothing. I am a slave to the pleasure. My body is its playground and I know no rational thought. I am floating on a cloud in the middle of the storm. I feel euphoric. Electrified. It is only now that I feel I am truly worthy of you.

Coming back to myself, I open my eyes, not remembering closing them, still gasping for breath, dripping in sweat. My throat is sore from screaming and I can't help but cough a little, trying to dislodge the feeling. You unwind yourself from my hair and gently pull out from my ass, eliciting a moan from me and the involuntary thrust of my hips back onto your fingers. Laughing, you leave the room. My breathing as calmed considerably and I apparently drift to sleep as I am awakened a few moments later by a gentle shake to the shoulder before you place a glass of water to my lips and help me drink it down.

Not long after, I discover that the water wasn't the only thing you brought in with you. The toy is purple and seems to be made of....I'm not sure what. It looks like rubber. Eight inches long and about an inch and half thick, is had five ribs and a small flare at the end. A butt plug. You know how I like anal play, obviously, and you want to use the plug in me before you fuck my ass, claiming my anal cherry. 

My breathing has already picked up, ass high in the air again, pussy pulsing, still flowing like a river. I gasp as I feel the cool sensation of the foreign object on my skin, tensing as you push, hard, past that tight ring of muscles. The pain and pleasure is blinding as you shove it in past all five ribs. I scream. The ache in my shoulders, the numbness in my fingers, have both been washed away in an intense wave of pain and pleasure. The burning, the stretching. I'm close, I'm so close. I'm quivering, waiting, shivering on the precipice and then I feel it retreat and slam back into me. Slow at first and then faster and faster. The lines between the pain and pleasure have been blurred. 

I hear, "Five", and I realize that I have been muttering the state of arousal and that I am four words away from coming. You pull the toy all the way out. "Four" and you slam it back in. "Three" and you repeat once more. This time you pull it out and ram into me with your cock. Thrust. "Two" Crying out, my hips thrusting back to meet yours. Increasing your thrusts, your fist wraps around my hair again, pulling me into as close to doggy-style as my bound arms will allow. Thrust after thrust, my body is tense, on the edge, barely able to hold myself back, waiting, hardly breathing. "One." My prayers are answered. My orgasm is so fierce, pulsing and squeezing. I am floating in screaming, euphoric bliss before I pass out....

I awake wrapped in a blanket, my arms are now released from their ropes, nestled in your arms.



Her Fantasy



Finally the day is here and he's bringing you over tonight. I've been thinking about you being with us for a long time. I want to make sure you have lots of fun with us so I made some nice little plans for when we play. After my son has gone to sleep I take a shower and take special care to braid my hair loose but extra nice and put on little dabs perfume in just the right spots and brush my teeth. I put on a light skirt and my best bra and a thin blouse that fits kind of loose and looks nice with the skirt. I already made sure that all the sheets and blankets and the pillowcases are all fresh for you. I light a couple of candles and turn on the fan on low and turn the lights off except the one by the back door. I make sure that everything else is where it needs to be and I'm all ready for you.

I hear the garage door squeaking outside and my heart starts pounding because I know you are here with him now. I hear the back door open and you come into the bedroom behind him. You're cute just like your picture but cuter and I like your eyes and your hair. You're in a skirt and a stretchy halter-top that shows your pretty curves and nice black flats and you have your hair pulled back in a hair tie. I look into your eyes and I'm smiling. I'm a little shy because even though we have talked this is the first time we have met, but I'm so glad you're here and I've been looking forward to meeting you and I have been anticipating what it will be like to feel your skin on mine. I take your hands in mine and say it's so nice to see you and I lean in to hug you and then I kiss you. The feeling of your lips on mine and then your tongue on my tongue is like a drug. All my nervousness fades away and I just want to make you feel good.

I pull you closer as he goes around behind you and we start kissing your neck and shoulders together him on one side and me on the other. I move my hands over your arms and then up to take down the straps of your top to get your shoulders bare and slide the top down over your tits. You open my blouse and unhook the front of my bra to get my tits all naked on yours. They're so nice and I want to kiss them and suck the nipples. He took the tie off to let your hair down and he's running his hands through your hair. I bend down and kiss lower and lower getting closer to your nipples. I take one in my mouth and suck on it and I'm really gentle first and then I lick and suck a little harder and then lick and suck the other one. He's softly biting the back of your neck and holding your tits out and massaging them while I'm sucking on them. I can hear you breathing deeper and I'm watching you and your eyes keep closing as little bursts of pleasure go through you. I'm feeling really good about this and I love making you feel good, too.

Your hands are running through my hair in between my head and the braid and caressing my cheeks. He drops down kissing a path down your bare back and he flashes me a look around the side of you and I can see he knows I'm enjoying what I'm doing. I reach down and put my hands on your legs under your skirt and up onto your buttocks. I give them a squeeze and scratch my nails softly on them and I kiss down over your tummy and slide your top and your skirt and your panties down over your hips and onto the floor. You step out of them and I put them on the bed. I nuzzle up against your warm naked and shaved pussy for the very first time and I kiss on that ticklish little place where your thigh meets your tummy. You pull back a little and giggle cause I'm tickling you, and I giggle back cause I like tickling you. I can just barely smell your clean sexy smell and I want to taste you so bad. He's getting hard and he's pressing against you through his pants and I give his package a little squeeze and I tug on his belt a little to tell him to get naked too so you don't feel uncomfortable. I take my blouse and bra all the way off and put them on the bed on top of your clothes. I'm just in my skirt now and nothing else at all and I can feel myself getting all puffy and wet down there. I kiss on your smooth mound and up and down over your thighs and feel your buttocks and I reach over and touch his hard cock with my fingers and he moves down to kiss back and forth and back and forth over your sides and your waist. Then he goes back up again and runs his fingers into your hair and pulls just a little to move your head back and over to the side and he kisses your neck more powerfully than before. I move your legs apart a little and you're standing in between us with our mouths and our hands on you and your fingers caressing my ears and neck and I start to lick your little hot pussy and the tip of my tongue touches your clit and I can feel and taste how wet we're getting you. You taste so good and I want to just eat you up like a peach. 

We move together onto the bed and you lay on your back next to him and spread your legs for me. I kneel down over the end of the bed and I lick soft and easy over your whole pussy. I open you up with my fingers and lick little licks over your clit and then I slide my fingertips just the littlest bit into your tunnel. You're so wet and I can see your mound getting all nice and puffy just like mine feels right now. I can hear you moaning quietly and I can feel your breathing getting deeper, and I love that we're getting you hot. He's leaning over your tits and sucking and licking them and I'm so loving licking your hot cunny. I slip my first finger a little further up into you and feel you squirming around a little and I can tell you want more. I slide my little toy bag over and take out a special strap on that I got just for us. It's got a toy for you and a little nubby pad for your clit on the outside and a toy for me and a little nubby pad for my clit on the inside and it has elastic straps that hold it on me and in me just right so I can put it in you and control it. He gets a little coconut oil from the jar on the dresser and comes over behind me and slicks it down all over both ends and holds it for me and I step into it. You lean up and take hold of my end and he puts more oils on my pussy and you rub the head up and down on my clit and push it a little ways up into me and then back out and then back in a little further. I spread as wide as I can in the straps and I love what you're doing to me. You put it all the way up in me and I ask you if I can fuck you and if I can slide this thing up in you and fuck you and you say uh huh. You lean back again and you finger your pussy for me and you show me how wet you are getting,

He gets more oil and it's melting in his hand and he drips it onto your tits and onto your tummy and onto your pussy and he looks into your eyes as he touches your pussy for the very first time and mixes the oil with your juices and he says you're so fucking yummy. He rubs his hand up onto your tummy and onto your tits and gets them all slippery. I lean down in between your legs and wrap my arms around your thighs and pull you down to the end of the bed and I press my tits against your oil-slicked tits and rub up and down on you. He gets up and walks around behind me and gets more oil for my back and my butt and he rubs it all over and his hands feel so good together with me pressed up against you. Your skin feels so amazing on my skin and I reach down to rub the head of my toy on your clit. I can feel my toy moving in me as I move yours against your clit and I slip it up in you a little and watch your mouth open a little as you stare into my eyes and I can tell your getting really turned on and you want this as bad as I do. I push up into you and it goes deep in your tummy and I can feel the nubs moving on my clit and my toy slips out just little ways as I push in you and back in as I move out. I can't believe how good it feels that we're fucking each other like this. He rubs my back and kneads my muscles like dough and he says that we look so sexy together.

He starts playing with my butt and slipping his finger just a little into my ass. He knows how much I like this sometimes and he knows how much I like both my holes filled up. I'm slipping the toy in and out deep inside you and licking your slippery tits and sucking your nipples and I get up to pull you down to the very end of the bed and lift your legs to get deeper into you with our toy. I sink it in all the way and rub the nubs on your clit and move up and down fucking both of us with each movement. Your little moans are getting heavier and faster and I totally love making you feel this way and sharing this feeling with you and with him. I lean to one side and run my hand over your leg and over the side of your butt and over your waist and then up over your tit and then I slip my middle finger onto your lips and into your mouth for you to suck on for a second. He's rubbing my shoulders and slipping his finger deeper up in me and he's working my ass to get me loosened up for his cock and he's sliding his cock back and forth between my buttocks and I can feel how hard he is. 

I lift my leg up onto the bed and give him a better angle and he slips the head of his cock into me. I reach out and lock my fingers into yours with my free hand and he shoves his cock slowly all the way up in me and I feel totally filled in both my ass and my pussy. He pulls out a little and pushes in deep moving me up deeper into you at the same time and I feel you moving your hips in time with us and we're all like links in a chain moving back and forth and back and forth. I can feel you getting hotter and hotter and closer and closer to cumming and I can feel the toy is slipping in and out of us easier and easier cause we're getting wetter and wetter fucking together like this. I can feel my body starting to tense up and I'm almost overflowing and he's pumping in and out of me and the toy is sliding in and out of you and in and out of me and oh yes oh my god yes it feels so good being in between you and him and hearing you on the verge and hearing that little shake in his breath that tells me he's gonna squirt up in my ass and your arching and squirming underneath me and its so fucking amazing. You start to shiver and squeal and you're so fucking hot when you're cumming and it hits me and I lose control and shiver and shake in between your legs and he starts growling and pumping his hot cum in me and I'm squeezing down so hard on that toy and your tits are heaving against mine and I'm cumming so hard.

He slips out of me and I slip out of you and I slide down with my head on your tummy and it's all sweaty and oily and I love it. He's resting his head against my back and I can feel the cool sweat in his hair, and we're all breathing hard and that's easing back to soft heavy sighing and we're laying together up against each other and it feels so good. I was hoping it would be like this and it feels so nice with us all together. We rest for a little while and then I start kissing your tummy and things start getting hot all over again.



Her Fantasy



I've gotten to know Susan very well in the year we've been together. I know her moods, her desires, her inhibitions, and her lusts. We are always open with each other, sharing fantasies and, I imagine like most couples, we knew most of our fantasies would remain just that, fantasies. 

But there was one fantasy I was determined to make happen. She would never agree to it so I would have to do some coaxing. I knew I would have to catch her when she was vulnerable. And I knew she was most daring, most willing to take risks, when she was aroused. The best time to convince her would be after we were deep in the throws of passion. So I set about putting the pieces in place.

One night we went out to dinner and then some dancing. On the dance floor I fussed over her, letting her know how sexy she is and how much I wanted her. Holding her, touching her, guiding her across the floor, she could feel I was in the mood to posses her. My arm around her waist holding her tightly, my leg pressed between her legs, she looked up at me with her beautiful smiling eyes and I knew we should be heading home.

Cuddling in the car on the way home, we kept the mood alive and the anticipation building. Then it was fumbling house keys, kicked off shoes, tripping, giggling, grabbing, pulling, kissing, until finally we fell onto the bed, she in bra and panties, me in boxers. Lying on the bed, kissing and groping, my hand slid between her legs. I love the feel of satin panties, hot and damp with her lust. I could feel her pressing against my hand and so rubbed along her pussy, pushing her panties into her slit, feeling her moan against my mouth. 

She grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them off while I did the same with her panties. Pushing me down on my back she climbed on, straddling my hips. Grabbing my cock, she lifted it so the head was nuzzling into the wet folds of her pussy. Then looking deeply into my eyes, she lowered herself onto me. The look on her face as I enter her, as my cock slides into her pussy, as our bodies join together, still drives me wild. Looking up at her, I reach up and cup her breasts through her bra and begin moving my hips, thrusting into her. And I know she is ready!

She is lost in the passion, swept up in the heat of our bodies, the fullness from my cock sliding in and out of her, and the smell of sex. She feels hands at the clasp of her bra, but doesn't immediately realize they are not mine. I watch her face for the realization; her eyes go wide, her mouth drops open and she looks at me with panic on her face. 

I smile at her and nod, my hands still on her breasts, holding her tightly, my cock still insistently thrusting into her pussy, making sure she knows that I am in charge. I can feel her body tighten, her eyes pleading with me, but when she doesn't push away, the hands unfasten her bra and then slide forward until they have taken my place cupping her full breasts. She can now feel the body behind her, the arms against her sides and the two hands massaging her breasts. Emotions dance across her face, anger, fear, shame, but she cannot resist. Then the body presses against her back, a mouth lowers to her neck and nibbles at her soft skin. She realizes it is a man behind her and her eyes again go wide with realization and remembrance of our fantasy. She now knows what I have planed. 

His hands on her breasts squeeze tighter, his nibbles become bites like a stallion holding his mare, she knows what is to come. Her eyes plead with me but I feel her wetness and know that her body wants this. She feels his dick pressed against her back, gages its length and thickness and shivers. I reach up and touch her hardened nipples. My fingers pulling and twisting them as his hands cup and squeeze her breasts. For the first time she feels four hands on her breasts. His chest presses against her back as he forces her down on top of me. As her face comes close to mine I kiss her, softly then deeper, reassuring her. She is trapped between us; her body sandwiched between two men, 

My hands hold her face, our eyes locked together, her eyes tell me so much, tell me her fear, her excitement, her love! Seeing all this in her eyes makes me love her more. I can't resist her soft lips and kiss them gently. 

My hands now slide up to his chest. I feel his muscles rippling over his ribs. My hands slide over his smooth skin until I grasp his buttocks and pull him hard against her. I can feel his hard dick pressing against mine there in the wet confines of her crotch. He thrusts against us, the head of his dick sliding over female flesh, rubbing against my cock. 

With the head of his cock pressed at her opening I continue thrusting in and out of her, spreading her moisture along the shaft of his cock. Now I have to hold her hips, pressing her down as both of our cocks thrust against her. I pull back, sliding out just to the point where the head of my cock is caught in her pussy and then, as I thrust forward, he pushes.

Her panting is interrupted by a gasp as she feels us both entering her. Our initial thrust impaling her on the heads of our two cocks. Pulling back for another thrust, we are caught in her tight pussy, so we press forward, sliding deeper into her. My cock, already wet with her excitement, slides deep while his entrance is frustrated. I keep thrusting in and out and he pushes deeper with each stroke, slowly filling her beyond any experience. 

Now her rapid panting is punctuated by grunts and "Oh My God's" and her body has opened its pores covering her in a sheen of sweat making our bodies slick against one another. 

Having gained full access, his cock now also slick with her wetness, our thrusts become faster. Harder. Deeper. Entering her together, our powerful thrusts drive her breath out, "Ungh," with each thrust as she approaches an orgasm. Feeling her impending orgasm grow, we speed our pace, losing synchronicity so now we are pistoning in and out, driving her on to orgasm.

She begins to scream, her body thrashing between us as the orgasm overtakes her. We hold on, pressing her tightly between us and continue thrusting as her orgasm intensifies. 

I feel my own orgasm building and I thrust harder, my hands on her hips, pushing deep into her. My pants and grunts join hers as I am also overcome, my pores opening, whole body tensing as i step over the edge and fall, pulled to my own climax. 

Completely exhausted, we collapse. Lowering my head to the nap of her neck I taste her salty sweat, and whisper in her ear "I love you". Turning her head to look into my eyes, I don't recognize her expression. 

"What the hell have you done?"

Suddenly it hits us; here we are, in a naked embrace with a man lying on top of her. A man she does not know, has not been introduced to or even seen!

"This was your fantasy, remember?"

"Yes. JUST A FANTASY!"

It seemed a little awkward but as I tried to shift I realized my cock was still held tightly in her pussy. So I thought I should at least introduce them while we lay here.

"Well, um, this is Steve."

And from behind her head, "Hi Susan, it is a pleasure to meet you, Bob has told me so much about you."

Her eyes flashed at me, "How COULD you!" I could see the color rise in her cheeks as the embarrassment of the situation sank in. She too was wiggling but finding she could not dislodge our two cocks. In anger at me turned her head away with a toss of her hair. 

And found herself face-to-face with Steve.

"Oh! Um, hi Steve, it's nice to meet you."

It's funny how manners seem to come out even in the most awkward situation. (or maybe because of?) 

"WOW You are even more beautiful than the picture Bob showed me!"

"The one in his wallet? I've tried to get him to throw that one out, I was drunk and showing way too much cleavage!"

"MMMMM well from what I can feel, the picture doesn't do you justice!"

While those two were chatting away, I noticed that I was still quite hard. The crowded confines of her pussy must have held back my orgasm and I was finding Susan's wiggling rather nice. So I began slowly thrusting.

I think Steve felt what I was doing before Sue, because I could feel his cock slowly sliding against mine.

"I am so embarrassed - I have never done something like this before!"

"Well if it helps any, neither have I. But when Bob told me about your fantasy and showed me your picture......well, he said you'd like it."

Then Susan said, "Excuse me a second" and her had swings back to face me.

"And just what the fuck are you doing now?"

"Ummmm" I stammer, but by now I am thrusting fully into Sue's warm wet pussy!



Her Fantasy Becomes Mine



My wife and I fantasize about many things, but had never lived one out until this...

We had discussed a threesome many times, but finally decided to do it on our trip to Vegas. We figured we would just go out and see what happened. Man or woman, it didn't matter. We went to a very nice strip club, high cover charge, beautiful women, all nude, and let the cards fall where they may.

I had taken my wife to strip clubs in our home state, but she had never been to one like this. She told me she was immediately horny. A few girls came by and offered dances. She wanted to see me go first, and bought me a dance with a gorgeous blond haired, medically enhanced girl. When done, I was left with a raging hard on, and had the same girl slide right over to my wife. Watching her arousal was incredible.

After that, we had a few drinks and cooled off, so to speak. The place was getting very crowded. There were two seats at our table when a young couple asked if they could join us. They were both good looking which made the choice easy. He sat next to my wife, his girl farthest away from me. Turns out they were dating. The girl was very shy. 

We started getting dances again. When my wife was receiving a dance from a tall, pretty brunette, it was obvious that the young man, Seth as it turns out, was very aroused. The young lady, Bethany, didn't even look. I decided what the hell, and gave her $20 to slide over onto Seth. Bethany smirked, but didn't appear very happy. My wife leaned over and whispered in my ear, "He is so hard. He was rubbing my leg during my dance and I felt his cock. He is rubbing me right now!"

After the dance, the other couple said they'd be back and headed outside. After several minutes, only Seth returned. We asked about Bethany. He replied that she just didn't like this sort of thing. He apparently gave her the car keys and said he would catch a cab to the hotel. He laughed, "I don't expect her to be there once I get back!"

The conversation loosened up and we were having a good time. When Seth went to the bathroom, my wife leaned over and said, "We should leave...with Seth." I figured why not, and asked him if he would like to join us in our room for a night cap. He agreed, we caught a cab, and off we went.

Once in the room, things were a little awkward at first. Then my wife asked how he liked watching her get a dance from that hot coed. He said he did, but would have liked to see my wife naked as well. I took this as an opening, moved behind her, and began kissing her neck while my hands moved to her top. I began to undo buttons until her front was open. I then undid her front clasping bra and her 34 D tits fell into view. Seth just watched as I began running my hands over them, the nipples hard enough to cut glass. I then lowered my hands to her jeans, undoing them and sliding them down. Next came her thong, sliding down to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her garments. I removed her top and her bra, and she was standing before us naked. "Is this what you wanted to see, Seth?"

"Show me your cock, Seth. Show me how you like my tight 40 year old body", my wife said. He undid his shirt and showed a tight six pack and hairless chest. He unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down. His cock was obviously very hard as it stretched his bikini briefs. He slid them down and it popped out right in front of us.

I am a very fit guy of 41, but Seth was perfect. My wife was practically drooling. I undressed and laid her on the bed. I spread her legs and entered her. She was dripping, and I was as hard as I had ever been. I began thrusting into my wife. While I did, Seth moved close and began licking my wife's breasts. He was all over her nipples. Her hand reached out for his cock. She began light ly stroking him. The sight was incredible. It She mouthed quietly to me, "Can I suck him?" I nodded yes, not knowing if I was sure, but unable to say no. If possible, I became even harder when I saw her take him in her mouth.

I was trying to go slow, not wanting to cum too quickly. As I did, my wife began to pull me closer. She was guiding my head to her mouth. I was practically touching her lips and his cock. I began fucking her faster. It felt so good, I lost all inhibition and began kissing my wife while she sucked Seth. My tongue was running over her lips and his cock. It was driving her wild. After a few minutes, she removed him and started stroking and pulled me in for a deep kiss. "I'm cumming, baby", she said. "This is the hottest thing ever." Our tongues intertwined and I was in heaven. As our kiss broke, she pulled Seth back. This time, she guided him to my mouth. Without thinking, I wrapped my lips around him. I started sucking with everything I had, feeling my wife's tongue now and then. I couldn't hold back this was so erotic. I began filling my wife, while at the same time Seth began to swell. Deep down, I knew he was going to cum, but I didn't stop. I took everything he had right in my mouth. When I thought he was done, I removed him, but he shot a few more onto my face.

I was shocked, embarrassed, and yet still incredibly horny. The night was just beginning...



Her Fantasy Becomes Real



She, Maria, is a 23 year old, doing graduate studies at a local university. She has been renting a bedroom from our immediate neighbor since her junior year in college. Seeing her body many times, she has become a fantasy of mine, also.

From time to time over the past few years, I had gotten glimpses of her naked body as she stood at the side of her bed dressing or undressing. Not often but enough to know she had a perfect form to admire. Her ancestry was Brazilian. She had that lovely tanned look all year long. I would guess her boobs were 34C, perfect melons, no sag or drooping whatever. Her nipples appeared to be about one-half inch long when not hard. Her aureoles were the size of a fifty-cent piece and brown. My mouth watered for a taste of them and my cock stirred when looking at her while she was changing clothes.

I have no idea if she knew I had seen her from time to time. My guess is not because the shows did not last long. I think she had forgotten to pull the curtains closed or maybe was absent minded about it being in a hurry.

My wife Jen, a few years back asked Maria to baby sit one night when we were in a pinch for a sitter. Over the past few years I would see her face-to-face when she did more sitting for us. Those green eyes, black hair, tanned looking skin always got to my hormones. Jen asked me from time to time if I got horny when seeing her. I did not deny it. Jen laughed and said, "It will be a cold day in hell when that girl warms up enough to let you dick her. She is all books."

"Why do you say that? You know something I don't?"

"She is pulling down straight A's and tells me she has no time for boys." I would assume that statement might be true since she always had her nose in books when sitting and I have never seen her with a guy.

Getting back to Jen, she is about five foot-six inches. Her black hair looks so silky; not a frayed end anywhere to be seen. It is cut short, almost butch but so damn hot looking. She weighs about 115 pounds and her butt must be 36 inches with a waistline of 27 inches, give or take an inch.

I have an accounting business with several employees. I was expecting to go to lunch with a client but at nine o'clock, he called to cancel the lunch, which happens many times this day and age. At ten, Jen called me and said, "Honey since it is summer time, the girls and I are going boating this afternoon. Maria agreed to sit and I know she needs the money."

"Okay pumpkin; just make sure you have your life vest on when the boat is moving. Otherwise show off those awesome boobs to the others drifting by; have fun, see you for dinner then."

As lunchtime approached, I decided to head down the street to the local White Castle for some jalapeño cheeseburgers. After buying the burgers, the thought came to mind about dropping in at the house to check on things and with luck become better acquainted with the sitter. The kids normally bed down at lunchtime until about 2:30. I eat the burgers on the way to the house.

I wanted to dispose of the lunch packaging before going into the house. I walked into the garage and before I reached the can, I heard, "Fuck me now Leroy, hurry, I need your cock deep in me please."

I'm Leroy so what was going on? I heard nothing else then for a minute until, "Yes, Oh God yes, your cock feels so wonderful in my pussy. Ohhh!"

My cock went to attention knowing something was going on sexually but what and with whom.

I decided to sneak in from the patio door. I took my shoes off to be as still as possible and since it was summer the glass door was open and it was a matter of sliding the screen. As I placed my hand on the screen I was hearing other voices. From the sounds and language, I knew Maria was watching one of our porn movies and she was fantasying about me. My heart went to fast beating and my cock swelled.

I proceeded to where I could get a good view. I saw the interracial movie playing on the screen with the white girl in doggy position. I saw the top of Maria's head as she was slouched down on the sofa. I was so fortunate to be behind her. 

I then heard from Maria's mouth again, "Oh Leroy, I love it when you do me doggy. It makes me feel so slutty and good knowing I am pleasing you. It makes me get off so much harder." She had replaced the image on the screen with her and me.

My cock was hurting being constrained and knowing she was thinking of me. I had to decide how to proceed. I decided I would strip to release the pressure and to jack off.

After a few strokes in the dinning room, seeing the image and hearing Maria doing some moaning, I decided to sneak up closer and maybe get lucky; if not lucky at least see her naked pussy.

I used stealth to get behind her. I saw her pinching one of those hard nipples with one hand and jamming a black dildo into her now dripping, wet, hot pussy. It was making those wonderful sounds of being fucked well. Her pussy was bald and I wanted to taste her leaking juices so much. The dildo was glistening with her pussy juices. She had placed a towel under her to hide any evidence of anything out of the ordinary. The sounds were so real and the aroma of hot pussy made my cock rock hard, harder than it has been in a long time. Every vein in it was loaded with blood. God, the sight of fresh meat in front of me and she was oblivious to my presence looking over her shoulders.

How and what should I do was rushing through my brain. I did not desire it to be a case of rape. She had to beg for it. I then decided to grab the hand with the dildo and a breast at the same time. I would continue to jam her with the toy, clamp the boob she was not massaging and ask her if she desired the real thing.

I followed through with my plan. She must have had her eyes closed because she did not make a move until both hands landed on her simultaneously. She lifted her head to scream but I took the hand from her breast to muffle her scream. "Shhhhhhhh Maria, you will wake the kids." I continued with the pussy jamming with the dildo to make sure she continued to feel the stimulation. Her eyes were as big as quarters, so in shock but no sign of panic or fear.

"Maria, I have desired you since you moved in. It is obvious from hearing you for the last 20 minutes you desire me. Let me replace that toy with the real thing. Believe me it will be much better than that cheap toy. Just relax and enjoy and I will stop whenever you want. Look at me; you have me harder than a black steel pole and hurting. Just nod your head it is okay for me to take my hand away from your mouth and we can continue in quite or you can tell me to go."

All the while talking I was twisting and turning the dildo. Her hand was not fighting me. She nodded her head. I removed my hand and heard, "Oh Leroy, give me the real thing, I'm so close."

I crawled over the sofa, not letting up on the dildo attack. When I positioned myself on my knees with my cock at her pussy, I pulled the dildo out and shoved my nine inches all the way into her in one shove, knowing she was well lubricated. Her eyes opened wide, her hand went to her mouth to muffle the scream. The moan or scream sounded as if it was Nnnnggggghhhhh! I knew my cock had filled up places that a toy or real cock never did. I bet every nerve in her hot box was being awakened to something new and stimulating them. I let her pussy get adjusted to the thicker tool before I did a pull back. Her hand dropped from her mouth and she said, "Leroy, you were right. This feels so much better. God take me over the edge. I'm at it."

With that comment, I pulled back slowly and then started to give her what she needed. I grabbed both of her tits, took my middle finger and index fingers to place the nipples in a vise like grip while cupping the boobs, squeezing them as she arched, grab a pillow, and screamed her cum into it. She just kept screwing herself more as she thrashed from the intensity of the cum that she desired from my black cock. It was such a pleasure for me watching her humping my cock, and moaning into the pillow as sweat was breaking out all over her body. I don't recall the number of orgasms she had before I was so close to cumming and did not know what to do. I made sure she would remember this day and want more so I did not hurry but my balls were aching. It was either pull out and spray her or make a deep delivery deposit.

I let up from the boob massage. She opened her eyes. I said, "In you or on you?"

She lifted her legs, wrapped them around my butt and pulled me tight. I had my answer. I pumped several times to load my shooter, arched and gritted my teeth tight as I delivered my nut juice deep into her furnace. She replaced the pillow, arched and thrashed more, milking every drop of hot cum from me with her tight pussy gripping and pulsating.

We both collapsed. By now, I was as wet as Maria was. My black skin was glistening with perspiration.

After regaining our breathing I heard, "Thanks Leroy, I have desired you since moving in but was afraid to even hint because you are married." As she said that, her pussy was squeezing my cock trying to milk more nut juice from me.

"Let's hit the shower and we can talk and play more if you desire before the kids wake up."

In the shower I told her I wanted to get together often with her when her studies permitted. We rushed the shower because the youngest toddler was calling for her. My hands were all over her and her hands were all over my tool that was waking up again and bringing a smile to her face.

We rushed to dry and get dressed before the kids saw us naked.

That evening in bed I said, "Jen, hell froze over today." She jumped up, grinned at me and said, "Don't BS me, Leroy."

I smiled back, gave her a wink, turned onto my side and said, "Night."

Depending on comments, I could continue with the rest of the story.



Her Fantasy Came True



My wife and I have a very satisfying sex life and although our fantasies include most anything imaginable they never go beyond that. Pat, my wife, is in her mid 40's and I just crossed the 50 mark this year. Following three children she isn't the woman she was at 18, but yet she is sexy enough that walking through Wal-Mart men will turn and take a second look. Short light brown hair frames her blue eyes and sparkling smile. Her breasts, a 36D, are fuller and heavier now than year's back but the nipples, smaller than a pencil eraser, are still as sensitive and surrounded by light areolas the size of silver dollars. Her ass is still just as rounded and soft to the caress. She keeps her pussy shaved except for a small patch just above the edge of the slit, that accentuates the pouty lips.

As I said our sex life is great. She has no problems with being open with her fantasies or with knowing mine. We love to read the letters in Forum or watch an X rated movie and masturbate together or each other. One of her favorite fantasies is to have two men while I watch, and I always find it erotic to whisper in her ear about how it would happen while she let's her favorite vibrator work over her clit. By the time her orgasm overtakes her my own cock is throbbing and I'll release a load onto her tits or cover her clit with my hot cum. I began to wonder if she would get as excited if this fantasy came true and began making some plans......

During the fall on Sunday and Monday night I get together with a bunch of the guys and we watch the football game. We rotate homes every time and we were all over at Dave's one night when I began looking over the guys that might play into my plans. The four of us had hung out together for a long time, so there wasn't much hidden between any of us. We had talked often about women and sex, two of the other guys were married and Ron was in his late 30's and been divorced a couple years, so it wasn't strange for us to sit and talk openly about sex. 

Last year us guys had taken a 'bachelor' week and gone up to Jerry's hunting camp. We had all had a few to many beers one evening and watched a real 4 star fuck video. We all ended up jacking off while watching it, and I think everybody got just as excited watching each other as what was on the video! Ron is single and in his late 30's, Pat had even mentioned a number of times how handsome an Afro-American he was, but all she knew of black cocks was what she had seen in porn movies. What I knew was Ron had the largest cock I have ever seen in my life. Pat always thought I was big at 7 1/2" and 5 1/2" around, my circumference was about the same as Ron's, but his cock was at least 10" long. Dave, Jerry and Sam were all about the same size as me. Dave's cock was slim but the head looked like a large purple bulb, Jerry's was thicker than any of us. Sam had never been circumcised and as he masturbated the foreskin would slide up over the head as he stroked. I had eventually told Pat about what happened that week, which never failed to drive her wild. 

The following night was my turn to play host, so I thought it was as good a time as any to start putting my 'plan' in action. The game was a blow out by halftime so we drank beer and talked. Pat usually wandered around during the first quarter but then would say goodnight and go on up to bed. We were by ourselves and I brought up the subject of fantasies during sex to see what the other guys thought about it. Needless to say it was a lively discussion. As the guys all left after the game ended there wasn't one of them that didn't leave without a bulge in their pants, myself included. By the time I got upstairs I had my cock out and was stroking but the surprise was when I walked in the bedroom. 

Pat was spread eagle on the bed, one hand was working a dildo in her pussy and her other hand was holding the vibrator tight to her clit. I started stripping my clothes off but before I could her hips arched off the bed and I watched her climax. As she recovered from her orgasm she dropped the vibrator and pulled the dildo out and got on her knees "Fuck me now!...shove that cock of yours deep and cum in me!" I held my cock out in front of me and slammed it all the way to the base. "I started downstairs and heard you guys talking and the more you all talked the hotter I got! I never realized the fantasies other people had." As Pat talked I rammed harder and harder and felt the first release of cum shooting up inside her. She grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to her clit while I kept unloading and before my cock slipped out she had brought herself to another ripping orgasm. 

The next morning I awoke to her lips around my cock and when she saw I was awake she stroked my cock and told me again how she had listened from the stairs and played while listening to us guys talk. This got us both so turned on it's needless to say we were late for work that morning, but what a way to start the day. Seeing how excited she got made me think that my plan just might work. It would be a couple weeks before I was host again which would work out just right.

It was the end of the third quarter and I quietly checked on Pat who had gone up to bed early. Poking my head in I could hear her even breathing and knew she was sleeping. Hurrying back downstairs the guys were waiting for the commercials to get over, sitting down and grabbing my beer and the remote I asked if they would like to see a short 'home movie' I had made. They were laughing and joking but fell silent when the movie started. There on the screen was the hum of the vibrator working up and down Pat's wet cunt. Complete silence surrounded us and the only sound was that of the video. As the vibrator rubbed her clit she began to push the dildo between the wet lips of her pussy and glancing around I could see the tented pants of all the guys. As the video ended with Pat having an intense orgasm Ron was the first to speak..."rewind it and let's watch it again" and with that he pulled his cock out and began rubbing his fist slowly up and down the shaft. The other guys all nodded in agreement and pulled their cocks out. I chuckled and as it was rewinding I stood and removed my clothes. 

"Let's all get naked, but don't anybody cum yet," and I clicked PLAY. As the video played again I began, "Pat has a fantasy to be fucked by a bunch of guys and I would like for it to come true." The look on their faces was at first shock then they all broke into wide grins. "Give me a few minutes then quietly come up," and I hurried upstairs. Kneeling beside the bed I reached up under the covers and began to caress Pat's thigh, my fingers lightly brushing against the pouty lips. She moved in her sleep and the legs opened slightly, slowly I leaned forward and my tongue traveled along the slit. As she began to wake from the pleasure my tongue was providing she took my head in her hands and pressed me closer. Holding her hips I turned her so her feet were on the floor and as I pressed between them she spread open for my tongue to begin delving deep inside her. I worked faster and faster over her clit and could feel her orgasm building. Behind me I heard the guys come into the room, and glancing over could see them all standing naked with their cocks protruding lewdly in front of them. Motioning for 1 of them to come over I stood and using my cock rubbed it the length of her gash feeling the wetness from her slit cover the head. Her body arched wanting to feel it enter. Stepping aside I grabbed her vibrator and placed it against her swollen clit and nodded for Dave to step in-between her legs. Holding his cock against her spasming pussy he shoved forward and his balls began slapping against her ass. The vibrator was bringing her rapidly to the peak and I lifted it from her clit. 

"Ohhh, Stan!!! Please don't stop now, I'm toooooo close! I want to cum, pleaseeeee let me cum!" she moaned.

"How bad do you want to cum, lover.....real bad?" Dave continued to slam into her and I could see his stomach muscles tightening so knew he was close.

"YES!! BAD!!" she was at the very edge of her orgasm and her voice was deep and husky, full of lust wanting release.

I motioned the other guys over and taking her hands wrapped them around each of their cocks and stepped back. Her eyes opened wide at the touch of these strange cocks. "Then enjoy your fantasy and cum," and I pressed the vibrator hard to her clit. Her orgasm completely overtook her and she began bucking against Dave's cock. I knew what the muscles of her pussy could do when she climaxed and it had the same effect on Dave. He slammed tight against her and with a low guttural moan began to unload his cum deep up inside her. Pat's hands became a blur as they stroked the two cocks......"Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy Godddddddd .. I'm cumminggggg....what are you doinggggg to meeeee?" she began to scream. 

"I thought you would enjoy your favorite fantasy and the guys were more than willing to help," I smiled. Dave began a slow movement in and out draining the last of his load, and as his cock became soft he slipped out. His cum coated the outer lips and glistened in the moonlit room. Her hands continued stroking the cocks she held and taking Dave's place I rammed my engorged cock deep into her cum filled pussy. Watching Dave fuck her and the two cocks in her hands had driven me to the very edge.....

"Make those cocks cum on your tits!" I managed to get out. Lust completely encompassing me...I was doing everything I could to hold back. I could feel it filling my balls but when Dave crawled up on the bed and holding the base of his cum coated cock against her lips I couldn't hold back any longer. Pat's lips sucked in his flaccid tool and my first hot load shot into her mixing with the load already inside her. Grabbing my shaft I pulled out and finished the hot loads onto her belly. Jerry had been watching and stroking his rod and as I jacked the last spurts of my cum he pressed the thick purple head against her opening...."ohhhhh...gawddd...thick," Pat mumbled through the cock in her mouth.....Jerry began a rhymic cadence buried inside her cunt. His eyes moved between his cock moving in and out of her and up to the two cocks she held in her hands. 

Ron and Sam placed their hands over her's and began urging her to stroke faster. As she continued to suck Dave's cock she watched her hands and the cocks they held. The sight was erotic. Her pale hand stroking the length of Ron's black cock, the veins straining the length of the shaft and his hand covering hers helping her along. On the other side the foreskin was slipping up and back over the darkened head of Sam's cock....Reaching up I pressed her breasts together and we all watched as first Ron and then Sam began unloading. They both shot across her breasts and as their cum mixed it cover her breasts and nipples. Jerry let out a howl and began banging hard against Pat's pubic bone and her eyes widened as his load released......"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Can you cum again for us, lover"? I asked.

The only response was a moan from her as her hands emptied the cocks. Jerry crawled up on the bed across from Dave and held his flaccid cock to her lips, releasing the cocks in her hands she grabbed the two at her lips and began licking and sucking each in turn. Ron and Sam held their cocks and were rubbing the cum around her breasts. As I knelt between her legs and my tongue touched her clit she stopped....."What are you going to do?"....my tongue circled her clit, the site of all these cocks had stirred deep in my mind and I had to taste the mixture of cum... I reached again for the vibrator and as it pressed against her clit my mouth enclosed her violated pussy and I began to suck the three loads that had been left....Ron moved down beside me and moving in close began licking and sucking. Together we licked and sucked taking turns pressing our tongues as far inside as we could. 

The vibrator began to take her to another orgasm and as it overtook her the muscles of her pussy began to spasm and filled both our mouths. Sam was the first to recover and his cock began to harden and motioning us away he turned Pat over on her knees and entered her. Holding her hips he began humping her.....the climax was still racking Pat's body and the muscles sucked against the shaft moving inside her. Ron held his cock and stroked slowly and as I watched it begin to stand rock hard. "Mind if I help with that," I asked and reached over and actually enjoyed the feel of the long hard flesh I held in my hand. Sam glanced over at my hand masturbating Ron's cock and holding Pat's hips began to shudder as his cock unloaded again only this time deep inside her wet cunt. As he fell back against the wall his cock hung limply against his balls....

"Now you'll feel the heat of me!" Ron commanded and pulling Pat back until her thighs touched her calves he held his stiff prick to her dripping cunt and slowly began entering her. As I watched it begin to disappear, Pat pulled away and as she slowly relaxed the entire 10" of rod disappeared completely filling her. His hips began pumping; as he pulled back Pat would squirm closer not wanting it to leave her cunt. Reaching between his legs I cupped the heavy balls as they slapped against her asscheeks. His motion increased and I could feel the cum filling his balls and as I gently squeezed, his cock began to spasm and unload fully into her well used pussy. 

As we all sat and relaxed the guys looked at the clock and began dressing, knowing they had to get home. As Sam was leaving he whispered in my ear "Sandy has some fantasies maybe the four of us can get together some evening." That sounded like a good idea and told him so. 

Being as Ron didn't have anything to go home to he spent the night and next day with us. Needless to say Pat now knows the feeling of a black cock, and Ron is coming over again next weekend. But then that's another story............