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Bubbles

By: MagicFingers



I met her on the Internet. WAIT! Don't hit the back yet. I know there are thousands of stories about people who have met on the Internet. This is NOT one of them. Yes, we kinda met on the Internet, but it's more like the Internet was an enabler that made these events possible. It never could have happened without the fortunate series of events that occurred because of the technology that is available to us now. So, keep reading and I promise you a pleasant twist and surprise in this tale of love.

She had read some of my stories on Literotica and PM'd me to tell me so. It always feels good to have a fan of my writing, especially the female type. Her forum name was "Bubbles". We chatted back and forth in PM's and found that we were both in our 40s, divorced with two kids each, and both lived in Orange County, although she was in Florida and I was in California. Talk about a GUD (Geographically UnDesirable)! However, she seemed like a nice person and I LIKE nice women. What harm is it to have new friends, wherever they may be?

Bubbles had written a few stories too and I read them and gave her some constructive feedback, which she seemed to appreciate receiving. I welcomed her comments about improving my stories as well. During the course of our communications, I let her know that I had not always lived in California and that I actually grew up in the South. We went to IM chat and the dialogue went something like this:

"You know, Bubbles, I really like that name. It brings back memories of someone I knew during high school." I said.

"Really, That's when I first got my nickname too. My first boyfriend used to call me that." She replied.

"Me too. I mean, that's what I called my old girlfriend in high school. But she moved away to Fort Lauderdale and I joined the Air Force and went off to save the world, like joining the French Foreign Legion you know?"

"What? I used to live in Ft. Lauderdale when I was a teen! Wow, what a coincidence." She exclaimed.

"Wait. Did you have a little brother who was born when you were 15, and did you have a sexy MILF mother who called herself "Gina Lolobrigida?"

"OMG, Bunch, is that you?" She shrieked back.

I called her Bubbles because she was always so bubbly, and her initials were BLB, which also looks like bubble. She called me Bunch, which came from, "I love you a whole bunch." She was my first true love. It broke my heart when she moved away and subsequently gave me a Dear John letter and Dear John phone call while I was in the military. I wondered for many years what would have happened if we had gotten married and not gone our separate ways. 

"Yes, it's me. Oh my. I can't believe that it's you. This is unbelievable! Tell me all about yourself. What's been going on all these years?" I asked.

So I found that she had been married and was now divorced, had two girls who were grown up, and she worked in real estate now. I had two boys and was also divorced. We both spent too much time on Lit reading sexy stories. We had dated in high school, were both raised in religious families, and where saving ourselves for marriage, which we both assumed would happen someday. How naïve we were then, to think that was the right thing to do. Hey, it's not like we weren't hot for each other. Several times, we came very close to doing it, only to be interrupted by a parent coming home early, or getting the car stuck on the country road while looking for a place to park, or the one time I came in her hand from getting overexcited. Hey, we were teens. We had made it to third base many times, but never a home run. 

We filled each other in on many details of our lives and both wondered what it would be like to see each other again. That's when I found out about her trip plans.

"Hey, My daughter is getting married to a guy she met in college. He's from California too, and I'm going out there next month to help her with the wedding. They are putting me up in a Residence Inn in Valley City. Is that anywhere near you?"

"Near? It's only a few miles up the freeway from here. Would you like to meet for dinner while you're here? I know some nice places. It might be fun to see what we look like to each other after all these years."

"I'd like that. Tell you what, I'll give you a call and tell you the details. I look forward to seeing you again, Bunch."

It gave me a tingle when she called me that. It had been so long since I had heard it and yet it seemed like yesterday when she said it in that same sexy way she used to so long ago. After all, it had been well over 20 years since we had talked or seen each other. We made plans for the date and I couldn't wait for the day to arrive.

In what seemed like minutes, my phone was ringing. It was Bubbles.

"Hi, Bunch. I'm here at the motel. I have a rental car, but the traffic here is insane. Would you mind picking me up? I can be ready at seven."

"No problem. I know what you mean about the traffic. I'll see you at seven o'clock then."

I was excited to see Brenda again after all these years, but now that the time had come, I wondered what she would look like, and more importantly, what would she think of me? Why hadn't we exchanged pictures? Were we crazy meeting like strangers on a blind date? I pulled up in my car and checked my hair in the mirror. OK, at least I still have hair, and it's still blond. 'Now,' I said to myself, 'take off that worried look and put a smile on your face, guy. Make a good impression. Well, here goes nothing.' The door opened and a smiling and pretty brunette woman greeted me. She had been a blonde the last time I saw her, but was just as cute in her natural hair color.

"Hi, nice to meet you." She smiled in that practiced professional greeting as she extended her hand for a shake.

"Hi, Brenda." I replied, and as I touched her hand to shake it, I swear sparks flew between us. "Are you ready to go? I know a great restaurant right down the street from here. We can talk more then."

"Let's go. I'm starving." She replied, still smiling that cute and sexy smile I remembered from long ago. "I'll just grab my wrap and I'm ready."

She wore a cute burgundy short sleeve dress that ended at mid-thigh, where my eyes were drawn to her dark stockings and down to her feet where they were supported by matching suede mules. As we drove to the restaurant, I had trouble concentrating on my driving, seeing her lovely legs extending out from the short skirt. Yes, she had matured a lot from what I remembered her, with a line here and there, an extra pound here and there, but she was still the petite mature version of the girl I used to know. And that smile was unmistakable, still with the little upturned corners that made me want to press my lips to hers once again. 

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner with a bottle of good California wine. It was easy to talk to her, much to my relief. The restaurant was by the ocean where we could enjoy the waves pounding on the beach below. We talked about everything and nothing. It was easy to open up with her, like the years since we'd talked had only been months. We shared pictures and family tales, work stories, and even a few political comments. I was happy that she was a strong woman with definite opinions.

"Well, our oldest daughter and son are both taken, but we'll have to introduce the youngest two to each other. My daughter's coming out later in time for her sister's wedding." Brenda said.

"Yeah, wouldn't that be funny if they liked each other as much as we did?" I replied.

"I wouldn't be surprised. I always had the hots for you, Bunch. Did you know that?"

"Well, it wasn't ME who broke up with you, you know. I was in a foreign country when I got your Dear John letter."

"I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know at the time how much it might hurt you. But, you know, my dad made us move because of my mom having affairs, and he was worried about me getting too serious. So I had to move on with my life too."

"I know it probably wouldn't have worked out between us after you moved away, but yes, it did hurt me for a long time." I lamented.

"Oh no. I feel so bad about that. But it was partly your fault, you know?" She accused.

"What?"

"You're the one who was always playing with me, getting me turned on all the time, making me crave you all the time. I couldn't do without guys then, and sex, when you weren't there. So I did what any horny girl would do, I went and got what I needed. Then I wound up pregnant and with a loser husband." She sighed sadly.

"My fault, huh? What about all the times you sent me home with blue balls? Do you know how much that hurt?"

"Why didn't you just take me? I wanted you to, you know?" She asked, staring into my eyes with those pleading doe eyes of hers.

"Hey, do you know what this means?" as she took a pen and wrote some letters on a napkin.

YATSTSIBBYSKIWTIGT

We had this game we played in high school where we would write notes with only the first initial of what we were saying, so if parents or teachers found them, they couldn't see what we were saying. They got longer and longer as our love progressed.

"Oh course I do!" I smiled. "You Are Too Sweet To Sleep In Bed By Yourself So Keep It Warm 'Til I Get There."

"Why don't you come back to my room? I have a bottle of wine and there's a refrigerator if you want some desert later." She asked in reply.

"I'd love to. We have so much to talk about. Let's go."

We arrived in no time and as we entered and closed the door, she rose up on her tiptoes, threw her arms around me, and gave me the best kiss I've had in years. Still holding my waist, she said, "Thank you for a delightful evening, Bunch. It has been so wonderful seeing you again and catching up on everything."

"I had a nice evening too. It's too bad it's over." I said.

"Who said it has to be over? Stay?" She begged me with her eyes and pouty little lips looking up at me in anticipation.

I kissed her back, longer and firmer, our tongues fighting like ninjas in heat. We hugged each other close, hands on backs, rubbing butts, legs, and chests. I had to touch her face, her lovely lips and neck, and kiss down to her cleavage on the tops of her breasts.

"Take off my dress. I don't want to wrinkle it." She said.

I helped her unzip the snug fitting dress and peel it over her shoulders and breasts, across her hips, and bent down to lower it to the floor. As she stepped out of it and hung it up, I was treated to the beautiful sight of her turning and walking from me in matching fuschia modal hanky panky boyshorts with lace trim and lacy pushup bra. Below were the lovely thigh-high stockings with lace trim at the top that showed her soft bare skin melting into her buttocks. She was still wearing the high-heeled suede mule pumps, which made her legs glisten like a model's in the dim light of the motel room. 

Returning to me, she said, "You have me at a disadvantage. We have to do something about that, don't we?"

She reached down to my waist and expertly removed my belt buckle, lowering my pants down and off. Her hand pressed onto my crotch, rubbing my growing member through my boxers. With a kiss, she smiled and lowered herself to her knees, where she grasped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down over my hips, freeing my cock to her gaze for the first time in way too many years. She held it in her hand, stroking it gently, then licked the head and placed her mouth over it. I removed my shirt while she removed my shoes and socks, never letting go of my cock in her mouth.

Standing nude with my true love's mouth on my penis, I said, "Now who's at a disadvantage?"

She stood up and kissed me while I removed her bra. Her cute little breasts stood out proudly when she took a deep breath and pressed her chest out for me. I fondled them and tweaked her nipples, making them stand out firm and straight. She closed her eyes and moaned. I knelt and lowered her panties down, over her hips, down the stockings, past the pumps, and tossed them away. A lovely trimmed pussy stared me in the face. I kissed it. She moaned again and held my head as I licked her. She spread her legs and pressed her hips forward to give me better access. I held her soft, bare hips and pulled them into my face as I licked her. She smelled good and tasted even better. Oh, what I had missed out on when we were dumb, stupid kids!

"Take me, Bunch. Make love to me now, please?"

"Oh, Bubbles, I've waited so long for this moment and thought it would never come. Oh, yes, I'm going to make love to you like no one ever has before."

I swooped her up and placed her on the bed. Her chest heaved in the excitement she felt for me, waiting for me with lust in her eyes.

"Don't you want to take off my shoes and stockings?" She asked.

"No. Leave them on. You look so sexy wearing them that I can't wait for you to wrap them around me and lock your heals over my back."

With that, she opened her legs and stroked my cock on her waiting pussy lips, getting them wet and ready, then raised her hips and sucked me inside her for the first time. We felt like virgins, and to each other, we were. Experienced virgins, which was even better. She raised her hips up and down, fucking me back as I stroked into her warm, wet pussy. Sure enough, she wrapped her legs tightly around my hips and back, rubbing the nylon across my hips, pulling me into her with her shoes.

We made love many times that night, doing anything and everything. We would take a break, drink some wine, have a snack for energy, talk a little bit, then right back to the sex. And the kissing! I have kissed many girls, but no one kisses like my Bubbles. 

"Why didn't we do this a long time ago?" I asked her. "I have no idea. We were truly dumb kids back then, but I'm sure of one thing now. Our love was real. I still love you Bunch."

"Hey, do you know what day it is?" I asked.

"Who cares, as long as I'm with you, babe? OK, what?"

"It's Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet Bubbles."

I hoped you liked my little love story. If you did, please vote. Any constructive feedback will be welcomed. Thank you, MF

Bubbles



"Somehow we pulled it off." 

"Sorry, what?' asked the bartender. 

"Nothing, just excited and talking aloud a bit. Don't mind me, just happy" I smiled a giddy smile, and checked my watch for the tenth time since the barkeep brought me my drink. "Hey since you're here, I'll take another though."

The bartender in black pants a white apron, efficiently brought me another drink. It was sweet, the bubbles only added to my effervescent mood. You and I agreed to meet at this bar. It was 9:37 and 44 seconds, but who's counting? I slowly crept towards spontaneous combustion as I waited there, at the bar, for you. Somehow we managed to go to the same state, the same beach, with time to spend together. Now, all I had to do was wait, for you. 9:37 and fifty two seconds. 

I turned from the bar to take in the scene. If I had to choose a bar to spend an eternity of slow motion sips and pent up energy, this would be the one. A gentle breeze moved the hanging lights ever so slightly. I looked past the pool to the beach, the eastern sky a cocktail of blue and pink as the sun set behind me. I felt slightly underdressed in my flat front shorts, sandals and my favorite polo with the blue stripes, but my attitude put me beyond reproach. Everyone seemed to understand that for me tonight was special, my world had extra color and flavor and for an evening the whole world would turn to my rhythm. 

I took another drink. Fizz tickled my nose, the breeze shifted slightly, and I knew. I turned and from fifty feet away you and I locked eyes. I don't know if you stopped walking or time itself paused to savor what passed between us. You recovered first, beaming a smile that snapped me from my reverie. I toss a few bills onto the bar; grab my light bag, flying by instinct you and I stop two paces apart. 

Suddenly the energy that had drawn us together was trapped between us. Both afraid to ruin the moment, and not daring to touch. We smile sheepishly as the enormous weight of our desires press down on us and pin us to inaction.

"Hey." You giggle. 

"You look great," I complement "but you didn't have to wear red. Its not soccer night."

"Shut up." you tease back.

"Let's walk." We turn in unison and head for the beach. 

I still don't know exactly what we talked about, as we walked along the darkening beach. Your red dress fluttering in the gentle sea breeze. I am sure it was about travel, and excitement, yet danced around what we both really felt. Much like you and I walked together a foot apart, avoiding the pull towards each other. 

A wave slowly crept onto the shore, and I took a step away from the water. We bumped shoulders. You stopped in mid sentence and bumped your shoulder back into mine. My arm slid around your waist, it felt natural. We looked at each other; I knew you were ready to progress. I extended my left arm down the shore.

"I want to enjoy this," I exhale as the tension breaks, "walk with me." 

You and I walk quietly together, a couple, along the beach. The stars dulled only by the pale luminance of the moon. I am intoxicated with your scent and the simple physical proximity denied to me for so long. We are alone, the waves slowly lapping on the shore. My bag slides off my shoulder. I stop and put the slightest pressure on the small of your back, you turn willingly into my arms, our lips inches away. You and I have perfect clarity while the rest of the world is lost in the hiss of translucent bubbles of fizz. Pulled by the tide we come together to kiss. 

Our arms tense around each other binding us close as our mouths move in unison. I kiss one lip then the other, paying homage to both the way I dreamed. Our tongues meet and flick playfully before we press our mouths together, exhaling from the release of passion. 

We kiss deeply, hands still at first. Then mine slide up your back I begin to feel the contour of your body. I pull my lips from you, and pull your body tightly against mine. I lean forward to whisper into your ear.

"I have waited so long for this" I whisper between kisses along your neck. Your moan and gasp are all the response I need. I look into your eyes and then I am overwhelmed again, I kiss you. I kiss you with all the pent up feelings, I kiss you to show you how I feel, and what I need. 

Somewhere in the kissing our hips begin to move. You can feel me press against you. You feel me throb against your body. My hands run down your sides, and under your skirt. I run my fingers along your thighs. I kiss the front of your neck, down to your collarbone. Suddenly it's on.

My shirt comes off first. Then I pull your dress over your head. We kiss again, uncoordinated as our hands explore each other. You undo my shorts as I take off your bra. I help with my shorts as I take your nipple into my mouth. You reach for my cock, but I brush you away. I fall to my knees in front of you to better lavish attention on your nipples. You grind your hips into me, as I lick one then the other nipple, letting my teeth gently rub against your breast. One had goes to the small of your back, helping you grind yourself into me, the other reaches into my bag and pulls out a blanket. I throw it behind you and then begin to kiss my way down your chest. I lower you onto the blanket, all the while kissing your belly button. As you lay down, I kiss your hip bones and hook my fingers into your red panties. They slowly slide down your legs and I follow them with kisses down your thigh, to your knees and your calves. 

Holding one leg, I take my lips from your ankle and look at your naked body, writhing. I begin to kiss my way back down your leg. My right hand holding your leg, my left sliding up and down your sexy body. I lick your inner thigh, and begin to gently kiss your mound. My hands reach up for your breasts. Your move your hips trying to get me to stop teasing you, but I still kiss just around your lips. You can feel me breathe on you. I watch you wet lips part as you rock your hips, I don't want to wait. I take one long slow lick up your wet slit. Then another, I put my mouth against your pussy, and slide my tongue inside of you. Rolling my tongue around inside of you, my hands explore your curves. I begin to really focus my attention, using my mouth to give you pleasure. Teasing licks followed by deep probing kisses. 

I raise my eyes to watch you writhe in the moonlight, your body glistens and undulates arousing me further, pushing me to bring you closer to release. Gently my tongue flicks your clit. I kiss around it while my hand slides down to rub against your flowering lips. I can hear desperation in your breathing; I lower my mouth and wrap my lips on your clit, sucking it, slowly running my tongue along it. I do this again, enjoying your reaction. As I do it again, I slide my fingers in you, gently rubbing your g-spot. My tongue on your bud, by fingers inside you work in unison, faster. Your hips buck, your thighs squeeze, but I focus on the pleasure, on your sexy body and the sounds of passion. My fingers tease and rub your gspot my tongue dances with your clit. Circles, slowly, then faster again. You are getting close; I slow one more time to tease you, a happy smirk on my face. Then I move quickly, simple motions, harder and faster. You moan and I go faster still till I feel you tense. I slow was the waves of orgasm hit you. Slowing I become more gentle with my touches on your sensitive body. I kiss your thighs, your hips and my hands massage you. 

As you come down, I sit up. My boxers finally come off. My hard cock twitches with desire at the site of you. Kneeling between your legs I run my hand along you.

"Do I need to wait?" I ask

You pull me towards you, apparently I do not. 

Your lips part as my head slides in you. I stop to enjoy the sensation of you enveloping me then slowly push my shaft into you. I gently grind as my hips reach yours. Then pull slowly back savoring the feel as each inch passes through you. I push into you again, grinding harder. I don't pull back I just grind my hips while deep inside of you. 

I kiss your neck; my hand runs along your sides our hips push against each other, taking me ever deeper.

"I want to watch you," I whisper into your ear, "I want to watch you ride me, watch you cum."

We shift positions. You lower yourself on my engorged cock. I press my hips up desperate to be inside you. I smile as you lean forward hands on my chest and begin to ride me. My hips move instinctively, beyond my control, lifting you yet you control the action. Sliding back and forth, the up and down, I move inside of you filling your and pressing into your soft flesh. I put one hand you your hips while the other reaches up to caress a nipple. Your eyes fill with passion, mine with lust. You begin to ride faster with a purpose. Your body heaves and gyrates on me; I slide a hand down and press against your clit. You grind and ride and I rub in time. Suddenly you moan and clench, I am pushed beyond control and spurt into your spasaming body. Every squeeze forces my hips to buck in response, as your body milks me. 

You fall forward into my arms and we kiss. Long slow and loving, we hold each other tight our naked bodies entwined, still riding the waves of our pleasure. We roll onto our sides, me still inside of you, not wanting to break the moment. Our kisses are deep and slow; my hands massage your back, run down to your legs and pull you into me. My hips respond to the pressure, and press back into you. You realize that I am still hard. I am kissing you, running my hands over your body and slowly begging to slide in and out of you from below. 

We both begin kissing more heatedly as the wonderful sensation of our bodies combined grows. Our hands grope, and the pace changes for a leisurely grind to a more meaningful rhythm. I pull your hair away from your ear, one hand sliding down your back to your cheeks. Squeezing, cupping, enjoying the feel of you. I pull my lips from yours, nibble your ear. 

"Oh god, I still want you." I moan between breaths "I want to watch the arch in your back; I want to see your sexy ass. Mmmm, oh god, get on your knees."

We break apart and I slide out from under you, I crawl behind your kissing your back as I go. I put both hands on your hips to steady myself, you look back and me and I see that you want this too. I slide the head along your wet hole, it greedily takes the head and then the rest and as I crush my hips against you. 

Your hair, the curve of your back, the flow of your hips entice and urge me on beyond what words could. I see drops of sweat on your back. I run my hands along your sides, feel your curves, watch the line of your spine. You feel my urgency and I begin to drive into you. My cock filling you deeper and deeper. I pull your hips back into me with every stroke. The head of my cock pushing your g-spot on every stroke, like a piston.

Suddenly I stop and press against you hard, my hand slides from your hips and reaches your exposed clit. I bury my cock in you as I rub your clit in unison. Our hips move in unison, slow grinding circles. Just watching your ass move tantalizingly drives me crazy. Circles speeding up as our pleasure builds. 

The circles get tighter and faster as we change the motion, my dick slides in and out of you furiously as I press my fingers against your clit and we both moan. Skin slaps, we gasp for air and wordlessly express our passion. You lower your head, and I drive into you the length of my dick giving us pleasure. You lift your head and arch your back; again your body squeezes mine involuntarily. I pull you up to kneeling as I kiss your neck from behind. My hips jerk as you feel me cum inside of you. I rub your clit until you stop shaking. We kiss like that before slowly lowering ourselves to the blanket. 

We cover ourselves while gently kissing and whispering. We lay like that, the sand stretches an impossible barrier between us and the world. Eventually we will have to rejoin it, but not yet, we kiss again.



Bubbles



It was Saturday morning already, and it was finally the time for some earned relax. Sam and his wife had decided to go to a close SPA, where she'd get her favourite massage while he'd had his share washing away the stressful working week in the thermal bath hot water.

"Bye, love; we'll meet here in an hour."

As soon as they entered the SPA, she kissed him and disappeared in a corridor.

"I'm sure you'll have fun; I'll be here later."

He could read "Massages - Sauna" on a blue plaque on the glass door already dividing them. She was always so happy to go there, that Sam sometimes wondered if she had a special masseur to take care of her. He imagined the man sliding his oily hands on every inch of his wife's body, and her, when finally so excited she can't resist him anymore, turning over and staring at him with lusting eyes waiting for his hands to give her the pleasure she craves for, his fingers to slide on her hard nipples and finally between her legs, inside her... but Sam had to stop that thread of thoughts soon: he couldn't get excited too much, now. He already wore his swim briefs and someone would have noticed his erection for sure.

Outside, a splendid sun was shining and a beautiful hot day had already begun. He walked across the large park, checking out the different available pools to find the most suitable for his needs. He just wanted to relax, to forget his worries for an hour or so, and he didn't want to mix too much with the crowd. Only that hot brunette in the central pool almost made him change his mind: he could see just her top now, since the rest of her body was underwater, but her thin bikini bra, her breast and her smile were really something. He remembered he had seen her a couple of times before, exchanged some gazes but never actually spoke with her.

The circular small pool at the end of the park, semi-hidden by a tree fence that separated most of it by the rest of the thermal baths, seemed the natural choice for him. He took off his bathrobe and left it on a plastic chair close to the border.

He sank in the hot water, feeling the bubbles tickling his whole body, and sat on the farthest side of the pool. Behind him and on his left, a huge rock made the perfect wall between the park and the outside world. On his right side he could see the fence; nothing in the front of him apart from the small ladder of the pool. Moreover, there were not more than five people with him, all ignoring him. It was so good he couldn't believe it.

Sam relaxed, adapting his eyes to the sun glittering on the surface of the water. His thoughts run to his wife, to the man massaging her in that very moment, and then to the brunette in the central pool. She was definitely hot... if only he was still a free man. But he loved his wife; he didn't need to do anything behind her back. Still, he knew it could have been hard to resist to a woman like that. In a part of his heart he was hoping never to get that chance... in another, exactly the opposite: he'd want that chance right now.

The noise of the bubbles covered her steps, so when she appeared in front of him his heart skipped a beat. He felt a rush of blood to his head when she turned around and stepped down the ladder. In front of him was the most inviting thong clad ass he'd ever seen; and in it, the woman of the central pool, the hot and tall brunette.

Sam closed his eyes when she turned around facing him. He didn't want to get caught staring at her ass, that could have been something difficult to explain. Anyway, he'd noticed the other men doing the same: as if someone could "not" stare at such a beauty.

He felt a movement on his left side, the water adapting to a new presence.

"It can't be..." He thought.

But he knew what was happening. She was sitting so close to him he could feel her arm slightly touching his, her fingers casually grazing the side of his leg under the water.

He was startled, wondering what'd just happened for that woman to come and sit near him, like if she knew him, like if she was a close friend of him. There was enough space for her to sit somewhere else, but she had chosen him.

At another time, he'd probably said "I'm sorry!", and moved away from her. But she had come sitting so close to him... he was sure it couldn't be a coincidence. He waited for her to start some kind of conversation, but she didn't even turn her head. Instead, her arm was constantly grazing his side of his leg, under the water. Sam was excited from the whole situation; he was slowly getting hard.

He remembered her body, her ass descending in the water; such a hot girl, the most beautiful girl he'd seen that morning for sure. He just stayed there, enjoying her touch, slowly getting more and more aroused by the feeling of her fingertips; so strange, because he was not usually so easy to turn on. He feared to get caught and slightly opened his eyes to check if anyone had noticed them, but the people around were not paying attention to them. The bubbles were so strong no one could see under the surface, he just had to stay there, waiting for his erection to fade away.

When a man sitting on his right stood up to get out of the pool, he got the chance to move his own arm; he let it fall on his side, between him and the woman. He could finally feel her skin too: the movement of the waves was the perfect excuse to move his arm back and forth, to rub the side of her leg, her hip.

Sam was sure she was aware of the touch. She'd already gone away if she didn't want it, and he wondered how far he could push himself into that. He was feeling his own blood rushing all over his body. He was hard, completely hard, and his tip was rubbing on the inside of his briefs giving him strange, unsatisfying tickles. Sam was only instinct now, and his wife long forgotten.

Casually, he opened his eyes and turned his head to her. He lowered his sight to her cleavage, watching her big round breast floating in the water, and up to her smooth neck. How much he loved a smooth neck to kiss: he'd dive into it right then, if they were alone. A little above, he met her blue eyes: eyes sparkling with lust, eyes asking for secrecy. He turned his head away, feeling pervaded by a new courage: he knew he could dare more, and he would.

His arm was now pushing against the side of her breast more firmly, he could feel the thin bikini and her soft skin; he could almost feel her breath getting heavier. If only they were alone... he imagined to stand up, lower his swim briefs and gave her his cock to lick, his glans to cuddle with her lips and tongue, the key of his pleasure.

Sam wanted to ask her why, to ask her name. But at the same time he was afraid to break the spell. He couldn't find the right words: what words could have explained the multitude of different and contrasting sensations he was feeling? And, he was sure; it was the same for her.

The woman's hand was now on his knee, cupping it, caressing it and moving slowly, steadily, upwards. Her fingers were tracing their way up... there was indeed no need for words anymore; it was like being secret lovers in the grip of their passion. Sam moved his arm around her waist, behind her. Everyone in the pool was probably thinking they were lovers, partners; and yet they didn't even know each other.

That chemistry between them was something never felt before. He placed his hand on her breast, squeezed it gently. He could already feel her hard nipple hitting on his palm; he began to play with it, tracing its contour with his thumb, teasing it to get it even harder. He had decided to push his luck until she'd decided to leave... and he didn't want to stop anymore. 

But her hand was saying something else: her hand on his crotch, gently caressing his ball and his shaft from outside the briefs, was telling him she was not going to leave. She was going to enjoy it; he could feel her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the hardness of his cock, until she slid her finger around the waistband and pulled it down, freeing it from its cage. He thought he'd never tried anything that exciting: in a pool, with at least five other people around, and his sex standing naked in the water just an inch under the bubbles.

Maintaining her absent looking face as if she was used to it, she began jacking him off. Her hand was already moving up and down on him, stopping sometimes on its tip massaging it all around, then sliding to his balls and up again. For a brief moment, Sam thought again of his wife: he couldn't stop anymore, he could only be grateful to be there in the pool because in any other situation he would have fucked that woman. 

He slid his hand lower, on her hips, on her ass. The woman knew what he wanted, and slightly lifted her body to accommodate his hand between her cheeks... and lower, until she was sitting on his hand. Sam could feel her ass on his wrist and the shape of her lips on his fingertips. Her hand stopped for a while, as she enjoyed the feeling of a new hand touching her. When he slid his fingers past the black bikini bottom, when he finally pushed them inside her pussy, she closed her eyes and began stroking him again. She was more passionate now, in synch with the movement of his fingers inside her.

Sam was in awe: her pussy was so juicy and his fingers sliding in and out of her easily. In reality, he couldn't move his fingers much, but she was grinding her pussy on them with force and passion, pushing her hips back and forth under the water, riding him like that. Yes; that was the feeling he had: she was in complete control, fucking his fingers in rhythm with her hand on his cock... up and down up and down: and yet, even in that extremely wild act, he could feel something sweet, almost romantic. The warm water was giving him the illusion of being inside her.

The sexy woman closed her eyes and laid the back of her hear on the border of the tube. She kept on moving up and down on Sam's fingers, increasing her pace on his hand. He felt her stroking getting faster on his cock, her breath heavier... then she stopped, pushed her hips down and came on his fingers with an imperceptible moan. 

The feeling of his fingers completely swallowed by her wet pussy, her spasm squeezing him, her body shuddering as the orgasm impregnated her body, and her back arching to ease his fingering... it was too much for him. Sam couldn't resist anymore: he felt the woman rubbing his tip in the palm of her hand, and soon begun cumming... a flow of hot cum spurting out of him, into the water. 

His head was spinning and while she kept caressing his sensitive tip, cuddling it as it became softer. Then she just stood up and walked away, out of the tub, up the few step of the ladder showing him her juicy ass again. He could see her bikini bottom still shifted a little aside.

Sam would have liked to follow her, but he still couldn't hide his erection so... he just followed her with his eyes, carving in his memory the outline of her body against the sun. He wasn't sure of it, but as she stood up it seemed to him to hear a voice, almost completely concealed by the noise of the bubbles,

"Thank you."



Bubbles, Bubbles, Everywhere!



Mmmm, hear the water tumbling into the tub? Sounds so inviting. The room is filled with steam as I enter, barely able to see your tiny form as you lean over and add some bubbles. I move closer and the vision of beauty becomes more clear, your sexy white lace panties clinging with the wetness, a button front shirt with the two middle buttons gathering the garment around your body.

I'm already naked, ready for our bath. As I reach you, you turn around right into my arms. Our lips meet, each kiss with you seems to generate the excitement of a first kiss, only better 'cause now we're more familiar, now we know what the other likes and needs. You feel my heart pounding against you as my hands undo those two buttons, then glide in under the shirt, spreading it open, now shucking it to the floor. I pull you tightly against my body, your breasts so soft, my chest hair tickling.

Our kiss has lost by now any of that tenativeness of a first kiss, pure passion, tongues twisted in a mad tango. Your teeth playfully nip down on me, I'm barely able to bring my tongue back into my mouth, a smile plastered there as I pull my face away and gaze into your eyes. Though the room has filled with steam and seems quite hazy, those blue eyes light it up, it's like I'm looking into the sky.

My hands wander down, cupping your marvelous ass, my thumbs sneaking under the waistband of your panties. I can't resist the treat that lies within, my hands slide in, god your skin is so smooth. Instantly I'm brought to life, there's no way you can't feel my arousal as it presses against you.

Your lips are on my neck, your tongue making a wet trail as your head moves lower, and your hands are on my hips, gently pulling my body more tightly against yours.

Suddenly we hear the water lapping at the edge of the tub...we pull apart, laughing. As you lean over to shut off the faucet, I lean over and roll your panties off your body.

We climb in and settle down under the water. Heat surrounds us, so soothing, so relaxing. You're sitting in front of me, my legs wrapped around you, your back against my chest, my nose nestled in your hair.

My hands gravitate towards your breasts, mmmm, they feel so good in my hands, fingers gently tweaking each nipple. I love the way they stand up, your arousal now matching my own.

Our bodies are so slick now, the steam and soap and oil combining in a slippery magic potion. My hands slide lower, softly pawing at your tummy, moving lower still.

You take my hand in yours, guide me down the trail. Oh babe, you're very slick, it's not just the bath making you feel so good. My hand in yours finds just the right rhythm and pressure, a light touch sending shivers up and down your back. My fingers delight in tracing lines along the length of your lips, pressing just a bit deeper with each pass. The moans slipping out of your sweet mouth tell me my touch is right.

I can feel your hips slowly start to rock, pushing yourself against the pressure of my hand, your hand still entangled with mine, as my other hand softly pulls on your nipple. I'm whispering in your ear, telling you just how good you feel, just how good we feel together, just how good we'll feel forever.

And as you rock against me, your ass presses against my shaft, which by now has grown stiff with desire, and feels like it's ready to burst. We shift postion just slightly, now my cock is nestled between your thighs, joining our hands in that fantastic dance against your heat.

You take me in your hand....fuck that feels so good...stroking slowly. Now you press me against your swollen lips, moving me like an extra thumb, rubbing against your nub.

"I want you John, I want you now" you tell me in a ragged whisper. As our bodies rock together, your press me into you....mmmmm....like sliding into a velvet pocket. Your wetness clasping tightly around me, I've found a place I never want to leave. We sit there motionless for a moment, connected perfectly, feels so good to fill you like this. But my restless fingers can't resist your slickness, and start to stroke again. Your hips respond, and mine to them. Now water is splashing over the edges of the tub, we don't care, we're lost in the passion, I only want to feel you, I want to hear your moans.

Your head turns to mine, our mouths meet again for another hungry kiss. My tongue plunges inside your mouth matching the motion of my cock. This is it, baby, I feel your sweet pussy clench around me just as your teeth bite down. I'm exploding deep inside you, and I feel your body shaking with delight.

And then it's over...why does it have to end? Still, we remain connected, hearts slowly returning to normal. Our bodies slumping in that tub, I don't want to let you go. No words are exchanged, the only sound is the "drip, drip, drip" of the faucet, and our own deep breathing, recovering from our frantic frolic.



Bubbles' Husband-To-Be



Bubbles' husband, Marc Enderson, was an extremely analytical man, excruciatingly intelligent, and intimidating in his detachment. Marc Enderson had walked into the Parisian novelty show during one of the interminably long lunch breaks he was forced to endure during his two-week conference. He saw the woman's pink and white complexion flush with ecstasy as her Amazonian frame was put through it's paces by two men, both with deeply colored, blue-black skin, both thickly muscled, and both boasting erections of well over a foot in length. While Bubbles finished her set, Marc had a word with the club owner who doubled as Bubbles manager. An hour later, contracts were signed, money was exchanged, and Marc returned to his conference. 

It was close to midnight when Marc returned to his suite. It was an unexpected pleasure to walk into rooms filled with magnificent flower arrangements. He walked into the sitting room to find Bubbles pouring over sketchpads and fabric samples, a pair of burgundy reading glasses perched on her nose. She looked up at him and smiled quizzically, "Marc Enderson, I presume?"

Marc threw back his head and laughed. "You're a cool one, Bubbles Beaucamp." 

Fixing them both a drink, Marc smiled disarmingly as Bubbles raised her eyebrow yet again when he handed her a glass. Taking a sip, she smiled back. "How did you know? Psychic ability?"

"Nothing as fancy as that. The ice bucked was filled. The tongs were wet. The Stoli was open. Everything else was dry. It's elementary, Watson." 

"Mmmm," Bubbles murmured, taking a long draw. "Marc Enderson, wunderkind, billionaire, analyst, football team owner, manager with sole ownership of a worldwide conglomerate. You have been accused of psychic ability on more than one occasion."

Marc smiled easily, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. "And, once again, my judgment has not failed me."

The sheerest hint of steel stole into Bubbles voice when she asked curiously, "Pray tell. What were you able to discern about me besides the fact that I can fuck a large cock while taking an even larger cock up the ass?"

" I can tell you're a woman who enjoyed what she was doing up there. Wholeheartedly and unabashedly, you came all over those men while they fucked you. It was your juices, not theirs, flowing down your thighs. You screamed, you stopped breathing for a moment, and, most importantly, your body flushed all over each and every time an orgasm ripped your body." Marc smiled again. There was no twitching. There was no uneasiness. Marc dipped his head and gave her a light, sweet kiss. "I was raised by one of the world's most active whores. She married and fucked on a monetary basis. She was my first sexual partner. I have fucked her and her lovers and her lover's lovers for as long as I can remember. I have slept with my stepsisters, stepbrothers, half-sisters, half-brothers, cousins, uncles and aunts. And then, when I was ten, my mother's sister, Gigi, came for a visit."

Marc took Bubbles glass and went to freshen their drinks. "We had rented this glorious mansion outside Rio for Mardi Gras. It had been a night of spectacular debauchery. One that really stood out from the rest." Handing a drink to Bubbles, Marc once again got comfortable. "This big, fat and flabby woman from Texas was sucking my cock while her even fatter husband, with the tiniest plug of a dick, fucked my far from cherry ass, and I rubbed my foot against his wife's bloated pussy. We were all coming, when I saw a flash of white from the corner of my eye. There was a whole lot of commotion, shouting, and tears. I saw Gigi hand my mother a check, as I was being lead to the car. She had a long talk with me. She didn't have any problem with sex. She did have a problem with children not being allowed to discover their kinks for themselves. I remember Gigi sighing, turning to smile at me and giving me a one armed hug. 'Listen, kid,' she said in her throaty voice, 'it's the Jesuits for you. They're smart, they're canny, and your kinks will pale in comparison.' She gave me another of her big hearted smiles and I couldn't help but smile back. 'Listen, kid....Marc...' she said, with her voice cracking a little bit, 'I don't judge you now or ever. Hell, I don't even judge your whore of a mother. No offense, kid,' she said, lighting one of her long, smoky blue cigarettes. 'Your mom and I got the short end of the stick in life. Neither of us have any room to judge. I know of this monastery in the Sudan. They are truly warrior Jesuits. You'll have individual instruction. You'll play sports. You'll have recreation. And, you'll have Gigi stopping by every couple of months to check on you.' 

Bubbles reached for Marc's glass and refreshed their drinks. "Gigi was right. I flourished. The Jesuits had charge of my brain and my body and pushed both to their limits and beyond. Every six or seven weeks, Gigi descended on the monastery with gifts and stories and laughter. I witnessed a very personal scene between Gigi and Father Xavier. Father Xavier was a big, bluff man who had been born with female genitalia. Aunt Gigi was strapped on and fucking his prone figure while he prayed fervently. Gigi raised a finger to her lips when she saw me and shooed me with the other hand." 

Marc paused, taking a long breath. "Aunt Gigi is another story for another time. I want marriage, Bubbles. What's mine is yours. I'm very busy most of the time, so you'll be left to your own devices. I want someone I can come home to at the end of the week. That someone is very, very sexual. That someone is smart. That someone can live outside the norm set by society. I want a life partner. Are you in?"

Bubbles stood and walked around the room. "Why would you assume I'm smart?" she asked.

Marc laughed again. "I asked the manager for your employment information. Even better, he offered up your passport. A phone call to my assistant made the discovery of the woman being fucked and prodded and pinched and slapped on the stage was the very same woman known as Bouchet 'Bubbles' Fairchild Beauchamp, Rhodes Scholar, who discovered her libido in an sex club on London's East End. Traveled the globe for a while before running amiss of a particularly nasty desert sheik. Placed on the auction block, you were purchased by Kehru Inary of Senegal. You sucked it up, gained your freedom, and went to work for Eduard Renoir. In actuality, you are a wealthy young woman whom allows Renoir to believe he has you performing, three times a day, for the masses, with a variety of men and women, because he holds your passport. What Renoir doesn't know, you applied for and received a replacement for your lost passport."

Bubbles crossed her arms, pinched the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it off with a swirl. "I have Veuve Cliequot chilling, and a frothy little number waiting for me. However, it's now after one, and you need to be in the car by 7:20 tomorrow morning." Bubbles uncinched her brassiere and threw it behind her as she traveled into the master bedroom. Marc followed her, shedding his clothes in unison. Bubbles stepped out of each shoe, unbuttoned her slacks and allowed them to slide to the floor. Bubbles stepped out of the palest of yellows panties and turned to face her husband-to-be. "I'm in," she said, removing her glasses and placing them on the end table. She turned to face him, shoulders thrust back, pelvis tilted, hands on hips. She was all pink and white, from her toes, to her lean thighs, to her bare, swollen lipped pussy, over her softly concaved tummy, over her ribcage, and up, up, and around her high and massive breasts, her broad shoulders and her long neck and beautiful face. She crowned it all with her beautiful white, blonde hair falling in gentle waves to her waist. At six feet and three and a half inches, she was still five and a half inches shorter than he. 

Marc sunk to his knees and began to worship her cunt. He shouldered her legs apart, and placed his hands on her lower back. He rubbed his face against her, soaking in her scent. Women had a dense and heavy musky smell he loved. His nose began the administrations, parting her ample pussy lips where her engorged clit was already poking through majestically. He captured her left lip in his mouth and began to suck and nibble on her beautiful, fat lip slowly and lovingly. Slowly, up and down, he moved his mouth sucking gently, gently nibbling with his teeth. He continued, still on the left lip, waiting for her body to shift its weight. She transferred her weight and Marc began to suckle her lip in earnest, trying to suck the marrow of bones out through her lips. She began to slide against his neck. With a final swipe of his tongue, Marc transferred to Bubbles' right pussy lip, amazed, as always, at the difference in size of a woman's cunt lips when only one receives good loving. More of Bubbles weight shifted to Marc's hands has he began suckling her vulva in earnest. Up and down, his teeth grazing, Marc nosed her pussy apart, his mouth seeking the inner lips, sucking them greedily, listening to Bubbles gasp as his tongue slurped the juices from her and his hands moved to her ass and began to massage and mold her ass with his hands.

Bubbles felt hours had gone by. He was torturing her pussy with sweetness. She just needed a little rub-a-dub-dub. Reaching down with her hand, Bubbles cried out as Marc bit her finger. "Bastard!"

Bubbles brought her finger to her lip and sucked on it. Marc shifted positions. From behind, on his knees, Marc grasped her by the waist and buried his face in her ass, chewing and chewing and chewing on her little rosette. Bubbles threw her head back and moaned as he continued to chew on her ass, his nose going in deeper and deeper as his mouth continued in it's quest to eat her alive. His arms tightened around her waist as he drove his mouth deeper and deeper into her wide-open asshole. Bubbles reached behind her and grasped his arms, moaning and trying to thrash as he continued his merciless ascent into her ass, chewing the sides of her canal, making her open wider and wider. They began to rock, to and fro, as Bubbles feet left the floor and wrapped around Marc's back. Bubbles screamed as a wave of pleasure shook her body. "Fuck me, goddamnit!" Bubbles screamed, as the waves began to recede and her clit began to throb unequivocally. 

Marc turned her around and bent her over backwards into an obscene backbend, her legs over his shoulder, her hands braced against the floor. His hands supported her lower back as his mouth kissed and licked her inner thighs, soaking up her scent, rubbing his cheeks against her legs. He began the sweet torture of her cunt lips, a little harder this time, a little more demanding. He increased the pace of his absolutions, his gentle nuzzling and nibbles turning into rough rubbing and biting quickly followed by swabbing licks and kisses. Once again, his nose led the way, as he burrowed deeper into her pussy, chewing the walls of her vagina, squeezing her body tighter and tighter against his face as he burrowed deeper and deeper into her womanly depths. The top of Bubbles body began to sway, feeling weightless, as Marc began to toy with her body, slowly shaking her back and forth as the pressure inside of her built and built until it released itself all over Marc's face and neck. 

Every swear word she knew. Every derogatory comment she could remember. It all came spewing out of Bubbles as she lay on the floor, oddly sated yet in desperate need. 

She was too tired to look over her shoulder to see where Marc had wandered. As her fingers found her pleasure nub, she felt tiny little stings across her buttocks. The tiny little stings turned into powerful hurts, making her blood surge and a voice moan. Marc chuckled as he rolled her onto her back and she arched her back into the air. "Now, Bubbles," Marc quietly explained, "You've made me very happy. Please allow me the courtesy to make you happy." He saw her eyes on his personal whip. "Yes, makes quite a sting for such a little thing. The good brother's of the Sudan practiced self flagellation in an effort to quell the baser needs of the body." Placing the tiny whip on the floor, he opened up the box he carried. He took the 2" balls out of the case delicately, holding them to the light. Gently, he slid one, after the other, after the other into Bubbles quivering pussy. Using his tie, he gently tied her wrists together. Bubbles eyes widened as the balls came to life. Every move she made, the balls mocked, vibrating to the very core of her body. 

Marc pulled Bubbles to her feet, once again giving her a light, sweet kiss. Turning her around, Marc kicked her feet apart, after bringing her arms behind her and over his head to his neck. Marc stopped denying himself, and allowed his cock to harden. He bent Bubbles over at the waist, holding her steady as her arms jerked, feeling his thighs tighten as her breath came in contact with his throbbing cock. "Jesus," Bubbles breathed reverently. Whether in reference to his size or the movement of the balls, Marc didn't care. With a thrust that had broken lesser humans, Marc plunged his enormous, 17" cock into Bubbles ass, his hands grasping her hips, as he slammed her ass against him vigorously, hammering into her with a vengeance and a fury he had left buried for years. He was pounding her ass furiously, his whole body reverberating with fury, feeling her legs wrap themselves around his legs. Listening to her screams joining his screams as he abused her ass without mercy, something building in him, something more than just an orgasm. He felt like a man with a jackhammer. Either master the jackhammer or die. There was no middle ground. He increased the severity of the beating his cock was giving her ass, bound and determined it would be black and blue from the violence his cock and hips were inflicting upon her. 

Bubbles screamed and screamed and screamed. Her throat hurt, her eyes were tearing, and, she swore to God, if he stopped, she'd fucking kill him. She'd had this dream where she was flying. It was absolutely the best thing she had ever felt in her life. She had wakened refreshed, turned on and sated. When she wrapped her legs around his, her heart literally stopped for a fraction of a second as her dream and reality collided. She was flying, she was coming, she was screaming, she was pulsing all over as her husband-to-be gave her an ass thumping that would keep her warm for a lifetime. There was ripping and there was tearing; but, most of all, there was unparalleled sensation. She came and came and came, screaming incomprehensibly. And then he began to jerk in forcefully, flooding her cavity with his juices, yelling her name as his cum spewed from her ass, down his legs, down her thighs, spewing hot and thick and pumping her ass to overflowing, expanding her cavity with his juices, with himself. 

He heard the decorous knock of the concierge before the door opened, quietly, allowing Marc's guests to enter. The gaggle of Russian whores entered, carrying colorful bags and looking fresh and bright Pulling himself out of Bubbles with a loud squish, Marc explained to the head whore in charge he wanted Bubbles sucked and fucked and massaged and fucked and then fucked some more for the next fifteen hours. Do not let her sleep. Slap her, pinch her, spank her, and give her a bit of light torture if necessary. There is to be no sleeping, no napping and keep bruising to a minimum. They were having a dinner party the next night. 

One of the whores was sucking the juices out of Bubbles' ass, one whore was gently licking Bubbles engorged clit, and two whores had a breast each and were suckling like calves to a teat. Sveta understood her instructions, ordering Anya to map out a fifteen hour schedule, making sure the girls' all had breaks and followed Marc into the furthest guest bedroom for any valet duties, sexual needs, or last minute instructions he may have. "You two could be brother and sister," Sveta reMarced, looking on the blonde woman. 

"Mmmm. There's a very good reason for that, Sveta," Marc smiled, giving his old friend a wink. 

Bubbles saw Marc leave, Heard something she couldn't quite make out, registering it in the back of her mind, before returning to the here and now of sensation.



Bubbles In The Bathroom



It had been a long hard day's work and I was exhausted. Working in the garden all day and night had worn me out and I was covered head to toe in dirt and plant bits. I walked in the side door of my cozy gray-sided house and started shedding my work clothes as I stepped from the small side office into the large kitchen. 

Grabbing the hem of my green tank and pulling it up and over my head I tossed it into the laundry room. I walked into the bathroom on the other side of the kitchen and started some hot water running and poured some of my new SkinMilk foaming bath into the steaming tub. Heading back towards the laundry room and kicking my nasty and sweat soaked olive green shorts and even sweatier nasty panties into the laundry room. As I paced back towards the bathroom I thought I heard a sound in the living room, which wasn't comforting considering my naked and sweaty state. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wrapping it around me I eased towards the living room, stopping just shy of the doorway and listening intently. 

I shrieked and jumped as a black shadow streaked past me towards her food bowl. Damn that cat! 

"Louie what the Hell is the matter with you? You scared the shit out of me! You cannot be that damn hungry I've already fed your furry ass!" I shouted at my lovely black and white psycho cat.

"Here I am dirty and worn out from working all day and yet I still have to serve your Highness? Humph. When will you serve me?" Grrrr, I stooped over and ladled out yet another cupful of her kitty food and then remembered the running hot water. 

"Oh, Shit! If that water has run over I'm throwing you in, Miss High and Mighty!" 

Tripping over my towel on the way to the bathroom I almost had a heart attack when I saw the mounds of fluffy white bubbles dripping down the sides of the bathtub. Holy crap, I thought, now that's a lot of bubbles! The only sign that the tub held anything other than bubbles was the massive cloud of steam drifting about my head like a halo. 

Letting out a sigh of relief I let the towel drop to the ground and reached up to my hair and began the horrid process of pulling it out of a rubber band. 

Which is when the intruder who scared the cat into the kitchen in the first placed stepped into the bathroom behind me. 

Letting out a half-shriek, half-gasp, trying to jerk my hands down, and trying to jump away didn't help. My fingers were still caught within the tight rubber band and the man just grabbed me about the waist and shoved me hard against the sink counter top. With the steam on the mirror I couldn't see anything but the bottom half of him pressing against me. I could see he was dressed in black and could feel his hard cock against my ass through his jeans. One of his hands grabbed mine on top of my head and squeezed my fingers hard and tight imprisoning them within the rubber band. 

I could feel my heart beating wildly against my chest, the pain of the attack leaving me gasping for breath and slipping out short little bursts of panicked screams. His other hand had come down to my chest wrapping underneath my right tit and covering my left with his hand. When his fingers began to close on my nipple I started trying to shove back against him and tried to jerk my hands from my hair, but this only caused him to thrust against me harder and to push my head down towards the countertop shoving and turning it against the mirror allowing me to glimpse him out of the corner of my eyes. His fingers gripped my nipple so hard I cried out in pain and he ground his hips against my ass and he finally spoke to me. 

"That's right you fucking cock tease, you already know how I like it," He grunted at me. "Keep struggling, I like it when you struggle."

I was gasping in pain and fear and my body was trembling from my struggles.

"Please," I sobbed, "Please don't hurt me!"

He pulled me back up to him twisting my head to the right and pulling at my hair painfully. I grunted and a few more pathetic sobs burst out, but I couldn't move if I wanted to. His mouth was right at my ear and with his every breath he sent a traitorous tremor down my body. His lips were touching my ear now and he let a small moan slip through his lips. 

"Mmmm, I've been watching you for a while now," he said as his hips began a rhythm against my ass. "And I know you. I know you want this as much as I do. If you're good I'll let you fuck me." As those words coursed across my ear his hand matched the rhythm of his hips, the fingers still pinching my nipple.

"Ughh. Unhh. No! Please let me go, I won't tell anybody if you let me go! Please!" I cried, but my struggles only inflamed rhythm of his hips. "Please leave! I don't know you! I've never seen you before!"

His soft chuckle tickled my ear as his harsh breathing began to arouse me even as I struggled against his intrusion into my safe and secure world. "You want you're hands down, Cunt?" He asked as he shoved his knee between my bare legs causing my pussy lips to spread open.

In the moment I didn't answer he loosened his grip on my abused nipple and began to massage it gently. Breathlessly I tried to fight it, to not give in to this first demand, but my aching arms seemed to answer for me.

"Yes."

"Yes what, Cunt?" He moved his knee higher now, spreading my legs even further.

Oh god, what? Why is he doing this? I thought to myself, just don't think, do as he says or he'll hurt me even worse! "Yes, Sir!?"

Another sickening chuckle and he eased his hand off of mine reaching to his pocket he pulled out a knife and cut the rubber band from my hair and fingers. Allowing my arms to drop he slid his right arm lower over my body his fingers splayed out over my skin. My hair nearly black with the sweat and steam fell in a wavy mess to just below my shoulders. Looking in the mirror I could see us clearly now. My naked body pressed against his, my brown eyes wide with terror and something more. My chest was heaving and it looked like he was enjoying every movement. He was a couple inches taller than me with sandy blond hair and cold gray eyes. 

"You are one nasty bitch. You know that Cunt?" He said as he shoved me forwards pulling his knee back. 

I heard him unzip his jeans and when I looked into the mirror I saw his hands drop his pants. He was so close I felt him pull his cock out and I felt droplets of liquid hit my ass crack and drip down inside my thighs. 

"Tell me you want it Cunt!" 

His voice was huskier and his hands were all over my ass squeezing and pinching. Every touch disgusted me and yet I could feel my pussy tingling and my ass backing into him.

As he started to press forwards one hand on the back of my ass and the other gripping his cock and sliding it up and down my exposed pussy slit I couldn't help quivering each time he ran it over my clit. My nipples were tight, puckered and pressed against the cold countertop and my breath was heavy; exposing me and my want.

He laughed when he saw my face in the mirror. "Tell me Cunt," he demanded once more.

"Please!" I begged.

"Please FUCK ME!" I shouted and sobbed out at the same time he rammed his cock home.

"Ohhhhhhh! Oh God YES!" 

He started raping my little pussy, fucking me harder and harder. I could hear my juices squishing and squirting out as his cock invaded me. Everytime he rammed into me my head got shoved against the mirror until my face was pressed against it and his thrusts quickened even more. 

Pounding inside me I could hear his hips slapping my ass. Oh God, I thought, is he going to cum in me? Even as I thought that he started grunting both his hands gripping my hips so hard it hurt. Until he pulled out of me, my legs gave out and all that held me up was lying half on the counter. I thought he was done until he started to pull me back and let me sag to the ground, but his hands gripped my hair and pulled me towards the toilet. 

I started to struggle again until he sat down on the toilet and forced my face onto his cock. I knew what was expected of me. And I knew that he would get his way no matter what so I took a tentative lick at his cock. For the first time I tasted my own pussy. My juices coated his dick and I found I wanted more. I wanted more pussy and more cock. My hunger took over and I began to suckle in earnest, letting my hands stroke his balls and any cock shaft my mouth and tongue couldn't reach. I started to bob my head up and down feeling the smooth skin sliding in and out of my mouth. When he put his hands on the back of my hand and started to fuck my face I knew he was going to cum in my mouth as he had my pussy. He started to cum and when he did his cock spurted in my mouth, down my throat until I gagged on it and it started squirting out of my mouth and all over my face. When he was done he made me lick his cock clean and pull his pants up and button them for him. He left me there on the floor my pussy and jaws aching, my body sore. 

I crawled to the bathtub and slid my body into the heat of the water and letting the touch of the bubbles sooth my body. Closing my eyes I once again felt his touch on my nipples, his hips thrusting his cock in and out of me until I felt my pussy start to tremble and shake and squirt it's fluids into the mouths of the bubbles. 



Bubbles Redux



Bubbles was my high school sweetheart and my first true love. I had not seen her for many years until we met up last Valentine 's Day when she was out west for her oldest daughter's wedding. We had a good time and caught up on how our lives had gone separate ways. Now it is almost a year later. See last year's story for more background.

*

I'm an adjunct professor in a local southern California college teaching various computer courses. It's an enjoyable job when the students are willing and open to learning. One such student is Brianna, a twenty year old sophomore. Although this stuff is easy for me, she had trouble grasping some of the concepts and had asked me for some hands-on tutoring. She was indeed willing and open and I gave her some hands-on education in more ways than one. Yes, I know I could be fired for it but she was just so tempting that I could not keep my hands off her. In fact, she welcomed my hands and more. Almost every tutoring session turned into a hot makeout and sex session. Although I was twice her age, it was obvious that she was into it as much as I was, and not just screwing me to get a good grade. 

Brianna was a pretty, but not gorgeous, brunette with a petite young figure and in good shape. One day when I was explaining words, bytes, and nibbles, she seemed to be bored. I asked her to repeat it back to me.

"So, you want to byte my nibbles? Right?"

"You're so funny, Bri. No. I mean, I would like to bite your nipples, but that's not what the lesson was about."

"Maybe you should nibble my nipples. I might get it then." She teased, standing up in front of me with her shoulders and head pulled back, showing me her little nipples showing through the tight pink t-shirt she was wearing. They weren't hard but showed through easily.

The exact shape of her firm little boobies showed right through the thin material as she was wearing no bra today. She was wearing snug faux jeans that hugged her every curve. It would be hard to say no to this lovely young woman. She bent and kissed me, then stood up and moved closer, her legs forcing their way between mine and spreading them out so she could stand with her crotch right above mine. She arched her back and pressed her chest close to my face, leaving no doubt that she meant what she said.

I pressed my face between her breasts and sighed heavily at the feel of her soft handfuls on my cheeks. She sighed also. I moved my head left and right, sensing her soft orbs with my lips through the material of her shirt. Looking down, she moved a breast so that my mouth covered its nipple, and pressed it into me. I sucked and licked it until it was wet and showed through like nothing was there and the nipple firmed up against my tongue. She stood back and quickly removed the top over her head, showing me her smooth lightly tanned skin and proud white boobies with the one hard nipple standing out and heaving up and down with her breathing. She waited as I admired them, as she knew that they were nice and I loved looking at and touching them.

My head moved to the other breast, taking as much of it into my mouth as possible, licking the nipple with my tongue when releasing it. My hands held and caressed both breasts, admiring their firmness and sucking the nipple until it matched the first one. Her areola were small and light brown, with nipples that matched but stuck out firm like the old proverbial used pencil eraser. They were shorter than a new eraser, and with rounded edges. I nibbled each of them lightly with my teeth, making her squeal with delight.

"Oh, so that's what a nibble is? I like it. What's a byte?" She asked.

I took the whole areola and nipple into my mouth and sucked and bit down more firmly until she yelled "Ouch" but didn't back away.

"Did that hurt?" I asked, backing away to be sure she was ok.

"A little, but it is OK. I kinda like it." She replied, reaching down to feel the bulge in my pants. "I'd like to bite something too."

She removed the buckle and unzipped me, reaching inside my boxers to feel my growing penis, then slipped down to remove the shoes and socks, freeing the pants so she could pull them and my shorts off my hips and legs and toss them aside. I took my shirt off as she knelt between my legs and stroked my cock, and licked it all over before taking it into her mouth. After sucking it to firmness and making it nice and wet with her saliva, she decided it was time I felt a bite too. With only the head inside her mouth, she bit down on the middle of the head like chewing candy or gum, which caused me concern but didn't hurt. She must have done this before. She bit the neck of it, sucking at the same time, making me throb into her willing mouth, making it purpler that it already was.

Standing again, with her chest in my face, she offered up another nipple for me to suck. I nibbled and bit it, even harder than before. She liked it, and pulled my head closer. I found the button to release the waist of her pants, unzipped them, and pulled them over her round hips and buttocks. She wore only a little pair of pink bikini panties, which I pulled down over her hips and down her legs with the pants. When she pulled a leg up to help me, her shaved pussy winked at me in anticipation. It was a pretty pussy, with just the right amount of puffy lips to give it character. I had seen many in my lifetime, and even eaten and fucked hers before, but it always turned me on seeing hers, knowing I would be in it again soon.

She pressed her whole body against mine, her standing and I still seated, rubbing her hot body against mine until we were more than ready. She put her legs over my hips and sat on my legs and hips, my cock pressed up with the bottom against her clit, raising her hips up and down to make her pussy wet and ready. Reaching around behind her, she grasped my meat and aimed it into her pussy and sat down on it, burying it in her tight vagina to the hilt. She just sat there moaning, letting it get bigger, while I held both her breasts in my hands, feeling the hard nipples in my palms.

This is the way it always happened: Something would distract us and we would wind up having sex in one form or another. I didn't mind. Damn, she was sexy.

Afterward: "What's on your mind? You look concerned about something." I asked.

"Oh, I do have something on my mind. My mom's coming to visit next week."

"Well, that's nice. Are you looking forward to seeing her?"

"That's the problem. I don't want to see her right now. I've been working through some issues since I moved out here and now realize that I'm angry with her about some things that happened years ago. But I can't tell her I don't want to see her if she travels all the way across the country. She's coming out to see my sister too."

"What issues?"

"I don't know if I want to tell you."

"You know me. I'm a wise old man. Maybe I can help you out somehow."

After a pause to consider his offer, she replied, "When I was a young girl, early teens, Mom was married to my stepdad, Scott. After I got my period, he started looking at me differently, you know, lewdly. Then one night he came into my room and got into bed with me after Mom went to sleep, and molested me. He told me it was ok and not to tell Mom as she didn't need to know our little "secret". I was scared and it hurt but I didn't want to get in trouble so I didn't say anything. He started coming to my bed more often after that. After a while, I just accepted it and it didn't hurt anymore."

"Oh, man, I can't believe that. I'm so sorry. I had no idea you had gone through such an ordeal. What a bastard."

"Yeah, he sucked. She kicked him out a couple of years later for being a drunk, cheating, deadbeat. Later, one of her sleepover boyfriends tried to get in my pants and rape me. I fought him off and kicked him in his nuts. He didn't try that again. It made me think that I should get away from there, so that's why I followed my sister out here to live and go to college. So that's the story in a nutshell."

"Oh, my. You poor girl." I said, hugging her close to comfort her. She melted in my arms and I knew she was comfortable with me. "I see why you might not want to see her now."

"Oh, she was a good mom to me mostly, but I've been doing some therapy and talking about it in group sessions and now realize that I'm pissed off that she would let that happen to me. So, that's why I don't want to see her. Besides, how would I ever explain YOU?"

"Where is she coming here from? You're from the South somewhere, right?"

"She's flying in from Florida, where she lives now. We lived up in Alabama back when the bad things happened."

"Really? I grew up in Alabama, you know! What's your mom's name?"

"No, I thought you were from California. You have lost your accent. Her name is Brenda."

"Oh, yeah? I used to date a girl in high school named Brenda. She was my first true love. Wait, this Scott guy, was he a wimpy guy who was into auto mechanics?"

"Yes, he was a mechanic. OMG, do you know my mom?" She asked in surprise.

After getting more facts and asking more questions, there was little doubt. My sweet little lover's mom was my old girlfriend, Bubbles! We were both stunned.

"You know, I saw her last year when she came out for your sister's wedding. We went out for dinner. So, you're the little sister?"

"Apparently. Did you screw her too?" She asked with concern.

"Come on. You and I didn't even know each other then. That has nothing to do with our relationship. You know we have something special, don't you?"

"Yes, I guess so. But I don't like the idea of sharing you with my mom."

"You know, after that Valentine's day dinner, and yes, sex, for the first time I might add, I started thinking when she left. When we dated back in high school, I thought she was a virgin. We came close to doing it but never got to it because of circumstances. I thought she was saving herself for me or marriage, which I thought might happen someday. But her parents worried about us getting too serious and made her date other people. So right before they moved to Florida, she dated my friend Scott. It took me over twenty years to finally realize that she was banging him. Hell, I'm pretty sure she wasn't even a virgin when we dated but I was too stupid to realize it then. After she moved to Florida, it was party time, I assume. Her mother was having affairs and let Brenda and I in on her wanderings. Heck, one guy she was banging was a guy I had gone to grammar school with, your grandmother, that is. That's elementary school to you. I think her dad was doing other people too because he was a salesman and had the opportunity. Sorry for talking about your mom this way. That's insensitive. I was just reminiscing. I thought I really loved her back then, and for many years afterward."

"Well, that sounds like my mom alright. Pretty fucked up family, huh? So, it took you over twenty years to know what really happened. I'm sorry for you too. You could have been my dad. That would have been cool. Don't know if we'd still be banging like this if you were though, but who knows."

"If you were my daughter, I'm sure I would have loved you and treated you much better than the way you were treated. Rape is a terrible thing, especially from someone in your family. It can ruin your trust in people. I think I can see why you feel comfortable with an older man, like me. You are looking for that father figure you never had and I might be giving you that relationship you never had but were craving deep in your subconscious." 

"OK, Dr. Freud, my head is shrunken now. But, really, you might be right. All I know is you are a sexy man and I want you all the time. And I'm really pissed off at mom even more now that I know what she did to you too."

"I know how you feel. I'm pissed off at her too. After coming to know in my mind what really happened back then, I want to get back at her somehow now."

"I want to get back at her too, to let her know that Scott raped me and fucked up my head. And she messed up yours too. What can I do?"

"Hmm, I think I have an idea. Let her come out and tell her to come over to visit you. Don't tell her about me and who I am. We can meet her at my place. Last year, we went to her hotel room so she doesn't know where I live. Then when she is in, I'll come out and surprise her."

"Yes, then we'll tell her how she screwed us up and how we are going to get our revenge. We could even have sex in front of her to impart pain in her too, to make her see what pain she has caused us. Let her see another old boyfriend in bed with a younger woman, her daughter, so she can feel what we went through back then. But what if she won't listen or leaves?"

"If she tries to leave, we can tie her up. If she complains, we'll gag her and make her watch us. This will work. She can't report us because it would only hurt her more to have all this made public." I reasoned.

"Let's do it."

The next week: Brianna picked up her mom at the airport and drove her over to my home. 

"I didn't know you lived in a house, Bri." Brenda said.

"Oh I don't live here. It's my boyfriend's house. Come on in and I'll introduce you."

Brianna came in first and gave me a smile, and her mother followed. When she saw me, she froze in her tracks and studied me for a few seconds.

"Bunch?" Asked Brenda.

"Mom, I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Professor Bunch. I like the sound of that. But you two already know each other, right?" Brianna announced.

She gave him an awkward hug, not knowing what was going on, and stepped back. He had called her "Bubbles" because of her initials, and because she had had a very bubbly personality. She called him "Bunch" because she loved him a whole bunch. I know it sounds like teen talk but that's what they were back then.

"What are we doing here? Mom asked.

"Well, I live here." I replied, "And your daughter comes here often for tutoring." 

"He sure has taught me a lot, mom. You just can't imagine the stuff he's taught me. He's a real hands-on teacher."

"Oh, I see." Brenda replied quizzically.

"Come on, let's go sit down and talk, Bubbles."

Brianna went first, "Mom, I've discovered from meditation and some therapy that certain things that happened to me during childhood have screwed up my head and my relationships with other people, especially men. So I wanted to make you aware of what happened."

"Whatever do you mean, girl?"

"Remember when you were married to Scott and he would sometimes disappear from your bed in the middle of the night? Did you ever wonder where he went? I'll tell you. He came and climbed into bed with me and molested and raped me, many times. I was afraid to go to sleep at night 'til I could hear him snoring."

"No! He would never do that. He was only going for a smoke or a drink or something. I don't believe it. Why would you make up such a hurtful thing?"

"It's true. I wish you could see what it was like to be raped by your stepfather. And later, your boyfriend tried to rape me too. That's when I decided to come out West and go to school. Didn't you wonder why I decided that so quickly?"

"That just can't be true."

"Well, I believe it." I chimed in. "Because I realized the things you did to me too."

"Me? You're blaming me? For what?"

"For making me think you were a virgin and were saving yourself for me. Remember when your parents made you date other people because they thought WE were getting too close? And you went out and screwed my friend, Scott? Then you moved to Florida and became a party animal, while I went off to war, right? Well, it hurts to know that my first true love would do that to me."

"Why would you say these things in front of my daughter?"

"Because he listens to me and believes me, unlike you. I told him my story and he told me his story about you. Now we want you to listen and understand what you did to us, ok?" Bri said.

"No, I don't want to hear any more. Take me to your sister's place." Brenda said as she started to leave.

"I don't think so. You're staying. Don't fight it. We have something we want you to see." I said.

Brenda struggled a little when I grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving.

"Let go or I'll scream. You can't keep me here."

"No screaming. I'm a respected member of the community. Bri, hold her." I said, quickly pulling a scarf from my pocket and tying it through Brenda's mouth and behind her head. "Let's take her to the bedroom."

We tied her legs to the legs of a wooden straight chair, placed next to the bed and facing it. I produced a pair of pink fur-covered handcuffs and locked Brenda's hands in her lap. They fell in right above her mound that was covered almost to the knee by a plain blue print dress. It was nothing spectacular, but fine for flying I'm sure. She tried to press her thighs together, even though her ankles were spread to the legs of the chair.

"That looks, good, Bunch. She'll get a good view from there. We're going to show you what it looks like for a younger girl to get fucked by a much older guy so you can know and feel the pain like we did. Don't close your eyes! There may be a quiz later. By the way, you've got to tell me where those handcuffs came from sometime."

Bri pulled me close and kissed me fully on the lips, using her tongue repeatedly. I held her close and gave her tongue back, looking over with one eye to see my old girlfriend's reaction. Her eyes were very wide, maybe from seeing her daughter and ex-boyfriend kissing each other. Bri pulled my shirt over my head, then removed her own blouse, one sexy button at a time, swaying in a little dance for my benefit, still wearing a plain white bra that showed her perky young breasts' cleavage well. She kicked her shoes off and knelt in front of me, her tight jeans getting tighter as she rested her butt on her feet. She reached for my belt, unbuckled it, and lowered my pants zipper to reveal a bulge starting in my boxers. Smiling, she pulled the pants down and off. Placing a hand over my cock, she looked over to her mom.

"So, I hear you had this once. Look at it." Bri said, pulling it out from the shorts and stroking it. "You could have had it many times, like me. It's a nice cock, see."

We could see that Bubbles was, indeed, looking at it.

She sucked my cock into her mouth with one motion, taking as much as her little mouth would hold. I heard Bubbles gasp and saw her squirm uncomfortably in the chair. Bri held my ass cheeks to pull me closer as she sucked my growing member. Using both hands, she pulled the boxers over me hips and down to the floor, where I stepped out of them. She freed her bra and removed it, tossing it aside, and used her hands to press her cute little boobies around my cock and balls, teasing me with their firm softness. Bubbles just stared with eyes wide open.

Brianna stood up so that I could reach the button and zipper of her pants. I released them and pulled them down over her round hips and off each leg as she lifted then to help me. She was so cute in only her tight while bikini panties, anxiously awaiting my move to take them off, which I promptly did. I pulled her close, bodies pressing together, and kissed her. It really didn't matter WHO was watching us now, because we were going to have sex no matter what. There was no turning back now. I lifted her and placed her on the bed close to where Bubbles was seated.

"How does it look, Mom? Your little girl is about to be fucked by an old man, like when I was a kid. Only this time, I'm doing it willingly and eagerly and he is certainly not raping me. Take me, lover. Show her what she caused, what she's missing."

I climbed on top on Bri and readied my cock at the entrance of her pretty little pussy, rubbing her lips with the head and shaft, over her clit and picking up wetness from her awaiting vagina. Slowly but surely, I pressed it inside her. She gasped and sighed as it entered her, a smile on her lips from the pleasure she felt as her pussy filled with my hard cock. Then we slowly fucked each other, cock going to its deepest, and out, and in.




Bubbles Redux



"What are you thinking, Bubbles?" I asked. "Think about that sweaty old smelly man taking your daughter against her will, taking her innocence forever. She deserved better than that. You shouldn't have allowed that. I wouldn't have let that happen, ever! Heck, she might have even been MY daughter if you hadn't been such a slut."

"Oh, fuck me 'daddy'. Make love to me baby. Show Mom what she's been missing all those years. It's so good. You fill me so well, baby. Do it. I bet you wish I were you right now, don't you. Mom? But you don't know what a good, loving man is like, do you"

"I loved you for years, Bubbles, but I could never have you. And after many years of searching for a suitable substitute, I stumbled upon your daughter, not knowing who she was, of course. I could never understand why Brianna is so irresistible until now. Everything I wanted you to be, she is. Everything I wanted from you, she gives me." I confessed.

Upon seeing that Brenda had closed her eyes in shame, Bri yelled to her, "OPEN YOUR EYES! I tried to close my eyes when I was being raped, but it didn't ease the pain. Every time he did it, I tried to block it out, but he didn't care about me, only about himself. So you watch, you bitch. Watch and realize what he did to me."

Brenda opened her eyes and started sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. Maybe she was finally beginning to realize what really happened back then. I didn't care at this point. I only wanted to make love to her daughter, my lover, and make her happy. I kissed her mouth, her neck, down to her chest and breasts, licking and nibbling her nipples until she arched her back up for more contact. My cock drove into her wet pussy again and again, making her squirm her hips and buck up to meet mine.

Brenda was forgotten for a moment as we raced to a climax, hips, arms and hands coaxing more sensation from each other. Bri came first, hips tightening, pussy pulsing, face contorting as she came in a shaking orgasm, over and over for minutes until finally relaxing and lying still, heart beating fast, breath heaving. For some reason, I did not come and I got an idea. Rising up, I went over and stood in front of Brenda, cock standing out in front of me, dripping with woman cum. Her legs were spread now and her handcuffed hands pressed down against her clit and pussy through the dress.

"I'm going to take the scarf out of your mouth and give you something else, OK? So, don't yell or scream 'cause I'll slap you, OK?"

She nodded approval with her face wet from crying, fearful of what might happen, but physically excited beyond her conscious desires, and leaned forward. I stood between her legs and reached around her head to untie the scarf gag from her head and mouth. My cock head twitched up right in front of her face. She didn't say anything. Good.

"Now, lick and suck my cock, Bubbles. Suck it like you want it. Make me come and I won't hurt you. And you'd better not bite me or I'll knock the shit out of you."

Brenda opened her lips and mouth to accept my hard cock, licking the head with her tongue as I had demanded, her hands still pressed against her confused clit. She did a good job, like I remembered her doing from last Valentine's Day. Brianna had turned onto her side to watch, with her head up and resting on one hand, her other hand over her own clit. Brenda sucked me well, opening up as best she could when I thrust my cock into her throat, gagging from inexperience of taking a cock so deeply. I didn't care. I was going to come in her mouth and there was nothing she could do about it. I reached down and cupped both of her breasts through her dress and bra, still managing to feel their familiar shape (from ancient memory).

Bri spoke up to her mom, "How does it feel to be forced to do something you don't want to do? How does it feel to be helpless? He's going to come in you and you can't do anything to stop it, just like I felt when I was a girl. Do you see now?"

I could sense that Brenda did understand now. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she mechanically sucked and licked my cock, like she was duty-bound to do. She lifted her cuffed hands up to play with my balls, then stroked the base of my cock with fingers around it and her palm on my nuts. It was time. I pulled back 'til only the head was in her mouth.

"Jerk me off on your face. Make me come in your mouth"

She did as instructed and in no time I had shot one big wad into her throat, making her gag and swallow. I jerked my cock out and shot over her nose and forehead. She held her mouth open with her tongue out as far as it would go, probably something she learned from a cheap porn movie. I obliged and shot more cum into her mouth. It filled it and dripped down over her chin. A few more shots and I was finished and so weak in the knees that I had to sit back onto the bed. We just stared at her, at the lovely sight of my cum all over her face. The hate and anger vanished from us both now that we had extracted our revenge on her.

Bri went to get a damp washcloth and washed off her mother's face, licking some of my cum from her fingers as she helped her. She released the ties around her mother's ankles while I released the handcuffs with my key. We sat on the bed facing Brenda in the chair. She was an emotional mess, we could tell.

After a period of tense silence, Mom spoke, "I'm sorry. I had no idea that happened. Bri, I should have known something was going on back then, but I guess I blocked it out. I would never hurt you. You're my little girl. But I see now that I did hurt you and I'm so sorry. And Bunch, I was such a horny teen and you wouldn't take me so I had to get some somehow. Oh, how I wish I could go back and change things. Can you two ever forgive me?"

"Well, we'd better forgive each other because I think I'm falling in love with your daughter and I hope we can learn to forgive and get along because I might be part of your family someday."

Bri held my arm and kissed me with love in her eyes.

"Oh, baby, I think I love you too. I bet therapy is going to be really interesting next week after this. I have a lot of feelings to talk about. This is a Valentine's Day I'll never forget. It might have saved or changed my life. Thank you, babe."

I hope you liked my love story. Not what you expected for this contest, was it? You never know where and how love manifests itself, from the mentally challenged couple next door to the farmer and his mail order bride to the preacher to the President. I hope everyone finds true love this Valentine's Day. MF