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Coming Home

By: KillerMuffin



July 14, 1874

Dry and dusty, dusty and dry. I don’t think this land ever changes. I am tired of the wind and heat already. I wish, and heartily, that I’d never let Jack talk me into settling here. I wanted to go to Colorado. The cool, clean water and the tall majestic mountains. If he were here... 

July 18, 1874

Mabel Wilkins stated that I was a “heathen whoremonger” today. Simply because I gave a bit of human kindness to the soiled dove who needed it so. She had the most beautiful black hair and shining blue eyes. Mabel Wilkins hasn’t a drop of Christian charity in her soul.

Sometimes, in my darkest moments, I wonder if she is right. Am I a whore?

July 29, 1874

I had that dream again last night, the one with the faceless man and the Rocky Mountain stream. Even more shocking is that this time, I wasn’t wearing a stitch. I woke up sweaty and restless, my nether regions were quite...disturbed. Even with Jack I’d never felt this way. How could some faceless dream man do this to me?

July 31, 1874

Rumors have reached us through the Prairie Grapevine of a cholera epidemic that has broken out in North-Eastern Texas. I have taken the precaution of boiling all of my water before using it. I believe I shall attend my own laundry for a time, rather than have Sarah Eckols do it. She does most of the Town’s laundry. I sincerely hope this will not be a hardship for her; she depends upon this income.

Sorrowful news. Mr. Cline, the schoolteacher, has had it with us I’m afraid. He has given notice that he will no longer be teaching; he will instead make his way back to Boston to a position as a clerk in a law office of some prestige. I do wish him well, though as my only boarder, I am concerned for my own income. I may be inclined to take his position as the teacher in the interim to make do.

August 1, 1874 a.m.

I had the dream, it had awakened me early in the morning. It was so vivid I feel compelled to write on it. My faceless man led me by the hand to the stream, I feel sure it was a Rocky Mountain stream. Once we had arrived at its banks, he kissed me in the most thrilling way, light and deep all at the same time. He cupped my jaw with the tips of his fingers and ravished my lips. Once again, I was without a stitch. Oh, I have such a longing . . . 

August 13, 1874

Cholera has been confirmed as far south as Fort Worth. While still a goodly distance from us, it is cause for concern. The Governor’s Office has issued warnings and instructions to prevent similar outbreaks out West, where we are. There is a great deal of worry as we do not yet have a medical doctor. Titus McGillicutty, the blacksmith, has experience in treating illnesses of animals, and as such, has proscribed a treatment or two for some of the local residents. I have noted that most of his “treatments” involve liberal dosages of spirits.

Mr. Cline has left us due to the cholera epidemic sweeping Texas. I have temporarily taken his duties as Teacher. This mean that I will be teaching if a suitable replacement hasn’t been found by the start of the semester.

Also of note, one of those cowhand people that occasionally take up residence in the Grand Hotel is the subject of much speculation. He has yet to sally forth to secure a job at one of the ranches. According to Mr. Whimsey, the proprietor of the establishment, this cowhand calls himself Matthew Jordan. Rumors are rife that this as an assumed nom de guerre and he is truly a known man. A group of concerned citizens have approached the Sheriff Baxter to have him run out of town before gunplay inevitably erupts. Thus far Mr. Jordan has contained himself to either remaining in his room, visiting Mr. Garret’s drinking establishment, or riding out on the range toward Angel Canyon, which is odd. There is nothing out that way but the canyon. It is dry government land that no one currently holds lease to, as it has no water. He did make a single trip to the cemetery, but no one has any idea why. No one has the intestinal fortitude to simply ask the man what his business in Rio Verde is. So far the man has shown no inclination toward hostilities. He has been remarkably civil the few times we’ve passed on the street, doffing his hat rather than simply pointing at it as has become the fashion. Betsy says unequivocally that merely proves that he is a known man. They are reputed to be far more mannerly than the general male populace. I don’t know about that. He carries firearms, as do most cowhands, but hasn’t shown an interest in using them.

August 15, 1874

That dream still haunts me, the one with my faceless man and my stream. My preoccupation with Matthew Jordan is turning against me as well. My dream man still has no face, but he dresses just like Mr. Jordan. He also rides a buckskin horse, as does Mr. Jordan. This morning I awoke with my heart beating its way out of my chest, my nether self in quite a state, and Mr. Jordan encompassing all of my thoughts.

This is a disturbing turn of events, I am quite nervous about my thoughts of Mr. Jordan. A good woman doesn’t think these things, let alone of a man, particularly of Mr. Jordan’s stamp. I think it’d be best if I avoided Mr. Jordan’s company in the future. That makes it sound as if I’d been in his company, rather than simply passing him on the street.

August 16, 1874

Wonderful news! The cholera epidemic has been broken even before it was classified as an epidemic. The Rio Verde Garden and Quilt Society has decided to plan a special Harvest Festival Dance to celebrate. Of course, every year we have a Harvest Festival dance, but this one promises to be more exciting. I wonder how we are going to accomplish such a feat?

August 18, 1874

Mr. Jordan sat down at the table next to me in the Bon Ton Restaurant at lunch today. I was incredibly flustered by this simple act and resolved to pay close attention to my meal and ignore his presence. Mr. Jordan made that impossible by beginning a dialogue with me. I had no idea what to say. He introduced himself as Matthew Jordan and commented in passing on the weather. His voice was deep and rich, like heated Vermont Maple Syrup flowing over warm butter. Just hearing him speak to me made me remember my faceless dream man and his kisses. I felt quite weak in the knees, I didn’t think I could stand at that moment. He must have thought me the biggest ninny, I couldn’t speak. I must have said something, but I don’t recall what.

Later this afternoon as I was stopping by the Parsonage to pay my respects as is my custom, I ran into Mabel Wilkins. The woman has more shrew in her than a woman ought. I am ashamed of my uncharitable thoughts about her, but frankly, she is too self-righteous for her own good. She accused me of attempting to entice a known gunfighter, Mr. Jordan. Well, I was quite beside myself over that one. Thankfully, Reverend Mullgrew intervened and sent her on her way. It made me reconsider my own behavior toward Mr. Jordan. I was being unfair, treating him as I had. Next time I have a chance to speak with him, I will be sure to behave with the warm charity a good Christian woman is supposed to bear towards all mankind. Even known gunmen.

August 20, 1874

All day yesterday I looked for Mr. Jordan, to apologize for my dismal behavior, but he’d set out for Angel Canyon once again. Rather, I ran into him today at the Mercantile. Literally. I was rounding the yard goods with a measure of ribbon when I ran him down. I would have to say attempted to run him down. My nose smacked his chest and his arms came around me, to prevent me from falling. I inhaled deeply, he had the most delicious scent of leather, horses, and a manly musk. He reminded me of a clear Rocky Mountain stream. Somehow I said something polite, and purchased the ribbon and other supplies. Mr. Jordan gentlemanly offered to carry it home, even though Mr. Edwards' eldest boy usually performs that office for me.

Mr. Jordan will be moving into Mr. Cline’s vacated rooms. I can hardly believe that I’ve allowed Mr. Jordan to take up residence in my home. Even though I run a respectable boarding establishment and nothing untoward will happen. Still, my heart beats too quickly when he is near. I must have lost my mind.

August 23, 1874

Mr. Jordan has been in my home for a full day now. I find it funny how I could go about my evening toilette without the faintest thought to Mr. Cline, but the mere inkling that Mr. Jordan is separated from me be only a few scant yards, likely doing a similar evening routine, does funny things to my tummy. I’m mad. Well and truly mad.

August 24, 1874

My own moaning woke me during the night. I was dreaming of my faceless man in my Rocky Mountain stream when I woke to the sound of my own wanton moaning. My bosoms were tight and achy, my nether self was aching and embarrassingly moist. Even more shameful, Mr. Jordan’s given name was upon my lips. Had I not awakened when I did, I feared I would yell it out. Thankfully he had left before I rose to prepare breakfast and didn’t return until well into the evening. I would not have to face him with the memory of my dream-man’s hands upon my person.

August 26, 1874

Mr. Jordan, or shall I call him Matthew now? At least in the privacy of my own thoughts. Or do my thoughts remain private? Do I broadcast my newfound hussiness? Mr. Jordan and I met in the hallway at precisely the same time, I, returning from the outhouse and he exiting his rooms. My nose bumped his chest as I had in the Mercantile and his arms once again came around me to prevent me from falling flat on my posterior. Instead of properly letting me go he uttered a curse and kissed me soundly. I confess to thoroughly enjoying it. Mr. Jordan knows what he is about in the kissing department. I have never been kissed as Mr. Jordan kissed me. Deep and probing, slow and sweet, pecks, busses, and kisses. Oh the kisses. He tasted me with his tongue, licking at my lips as Flapjacks laps at her dish of cream. I parted my lips and his tongue touched me, inside, against my teeth. I opened my teeth, my last bastion against his sweet invasion, and he swept inside of me, a conquering hero enjoying the spoils of his battle. Our tongues dueled each other, then petted each other, then mated each other.

My wanton body arched against his, pressing itself firmly to him no matter how I tried to make it behave. He encouraged my whorish activity by rubbing his body slowly back and forth across the front of mine. I could never have guessed at the delicious friction two bodies could make simply rubbing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him with a most indecent fervor. I confess to making the most wanton noises, moaning as if I were a soiled dove with her gentleman of the evening. I wanted, more than anything, more than I ever have before, I wanted.

He withdrew his person from within my mouth, and like some desperate widow, I pressed forth, pushing my tongue into his mouth without so much as a by your leave. I licked at the inside of his mouth, tasting a man for the first time in years. Only like wildfire. I had never been inspired to such passion, to such lust, even though this was merely a kiss. Merely? There was nothing mere about this mating of our mouths. He sucked upon my tongue, then thrust his deep within my mouth once again. We kept at this until my knees went weak and I nearly collapsed upon the floor.

He liked this behavior from me. I had expected him to be scandalized at the very least, disgusted at the most. Instead, he disentangled himself from me and said that I was the sweetest woman he’d ever kissed.

Oh Matthew, you have caused a fire to rage in my veins, whatever shall I do?

August 29, 1874

Could I possibly be more wanton? Yes! Yes! I say yes! Yesterday evening after my evening toilette, did I labor over it more than is my custom? I knocked upon his door. My heart was in my throat, I worried that he would reject me, or worse, denounce me in town as a Jezebel. He did neither. He smiled at me and asked what I needed. I requested a kiss, a kiss like he’d given me in the hallway the other morning. He stated that he would kiss me as much as I would let him. I did not quite understand at the time, but now, oh do I ever.

Mr. Jordan tugged me into his rooms and arranged me upon his bed so that I reclined upon my back with my hair spilled over his pillows to his satisfaction. He wished to gaze upon me for a few moments, to bask in what he called my sensual beauty. I wished in that moment that I was as practiced as one of Madame French’s upstairs girls with their sexual knowledge and the silk undergarments they are reputed to possess. I felt awkward and plain with my white lawn nightgown that covered me neck to toes. He kissed me briefly on the lips, then, in a most embarrassed manner, requested that I pluck open the buttons of my nightgown.

I was shocked, and curiously excited. The nipples on my bosoms poked indecently through the fabric of my nightclothes. The thought of Mr. Jordan gazing upon my bared and wanting bosoms sent a sizzling into my blood. Slowly, I began to open my buttons. He moaned, his face twisted as if with pain when I had accomplished the task of opening my buttons to my waist and spread open the plackets of my nightgown, baring myself to his eyes. His fist twitched by his side, drawing my gaze down his body. There I noticed his nether region pushing against his trousers. My eyes refused to leave the bulge in his trousers and I could not stop myself from licking my lips. It had been so long since I’d seen a man-part, touched one. I wanted to touch his.

Suddenly he was on the bed with me, over me, his lips upon mine, his tongue begging entrance to my mouth. We kissed as we had in the hallway, the mating of tongues that set my heart to racing. However, this time, his fingers touched me upon my bared flesh rather then the clothed small of my back. He traced the globes of my bosoms, causing them to raise higher under his touch. He created long sweeping ticklish lines that created a need for more of his touch. Finally, he touched my nipples, his fingers teasing them with squeezes and strokes. I cried out into his mouth, a sound that to my shame, I do not regret making.

His lips pulled from mine, ceasing those glorious kisses that created such a warmth in my loins. Instead he began pressing kisses along my jaw to my ear, which he licked. I’d never heard of such a thing. Jack had confined his kisses to my lips and the tips of my bosoms, but Mr. Jordan kissed my neck and my shoulders as well as the fullness of my bosoms. I have discovered how sensitive the slopes are to being kissed. And teethed. He utilized his teeth as well as his tongue to tempt my flesh into a fully aroused state and I was gasping for breath and pleading with him.

My fingers itched to touch him, but his clothing impeded me. When I attempted to remove his shirt, he restrained me, refusing to allow me to touch him. It was an odd activity now that I reflect upon it. Why would he not allow me to touch him as well? At any rate, Mr. Jordan has left for a few days. He did not say where he was to go, he merely kissed me briefly upon my lips this morning and left before it had quite become dawn.

August 31, 1874

Mr. Jordan has yet to return. I have gone about my business as is my custom, but I feel as if somehow I’ve been marked as the wanton I am. I fear discovery of my inclinations at every turn. I fear that Mabel Wilkins can see into my thoughts and see that I have allowed Mr. Jordan the most shocking liberties with my person.

September 4, 1874

Mr. Jordan returned this afternoon. He was haggard in appearance, obviously exhausted by whatever task he’d set for himself. After a brief dinner and a bath, he retired for the evening. I am torn, I wish to go to him, to have him kiss me, yet I do not want to be too forward. Perhaps it would be best if I merely left him to his own devices, this evening he needs rest.

September 6, 1874

Mabel Wilkins has taken it upon herself to invite herself into my own kitchen to attempt to charm gossip about my boarder from me. I am incensed. I believe I will speak with Reverend Mullgrew about the evils of gossip. Perhaps, in light of the kisses I have shared with Mr. Jordan, this would be hypocritical of me.

My dream of a Rocky Mountain stream and my faceless man has been mysteriously absent for some time now.

September 7, 1874

The Harvest Festival Dance is this evening. Mr. Jordan has purchased a suit to attend as well. I feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

September 8, 1874

Mr. Jordan danced with me once last night, I had hoped he would partner me more often, as he dances so well. He danced with several women. In public. When we returned home that evening, however, Mr. Jordan insisted we dance yet again. He held me indecently close while we shuffled along the floor to the sound of his humming. We danced and danced until the clock struck the midnight hour. As the last of the chimes from the hall clock died away, we stopped, quite taken with each other, and his lips descended upon mine once again.

When he broke our breathtaking kiss, he uttered the most curious thing. That he would not stop this time, until satisfaction took us both. If I did not wish to continue, then it was time to call a halt. I had no wish to stop, I have become quite dependant upon his kisses. The chivalry of such a notion, that he would acquiesce to my wishes, touched me deep within my heart where emotion for man had not stirred in so long of a time.

Mr. Jordan took me by hand and led me to his rooms, to his bed. He had turned it down, the pristine sheets were covered with soft flower petals. He must have raided every garden in Rio Verde to find enough fragrant flowers to strew across his bed. There were tears in my eyes as he slowly began to disrobe me. He kissed my eyes and once again inquired if I wished to stop. For answer, I behaved as shamelessly as any of Madame French’s upstairs girls. I threw myself at him, wrapping myself around him and kissing him as if I wished to devour him.

He set me away from him and completed the task of disrobing me. He would not allow me to assist him in his efforts. The care he displayed for my garments, smoothing them and setting them carefully upon his settee indicated either a strong familiarity with clothing or a knowledge of women. He remained several paces from me, staring at me. I felt rather uncomfortable, I could only think that he would be disappointed with me. My breasts were tiny, my waist too wide, and my hips too narrow. A flash of memory went through me, one of Madame French’s girls strolling down the sidewalk with a cowhand, dressed in a flashy red dress with her generous bosoms overflowing in mounds of creamy flesh. I felt like a boy, naked in front of him. I knew he would be disappointed.

Mr. Jordan told me I was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Moments later he crossed to me and touched my face. He kissed me upon my cheeks and said that I should not cry. I hadn’t been aware I’d been doing so. He reassured me that I was indeed beautiful in his eyes. I had always considered myself as plain and boyish, my only redeeming feature being my eyes. With his tender kisses and ardent passion, Mr. Jordan did convince me that I was beautiful. It was the most divine sensation, feeling as if I were the most beauteous woman in the world.

He lifted me easily, I am no lightweight, carried me to the bed, and lay me amidst the petals. Their fragrance enveloped me and Mr. Jordan’s kisses stole my breath. He stood and hastily removed his own garments, showing them only a modicum of concern. He returned to the bed and covered me with his body. It was shocking in it’s intimacy. Mr. Jordan and I had never before been naked together. It was a sensation I will not soon forget.


Coming Home



Fingers trembling, she gripped the rumpled envelope tightly, her heart galloping as she read the boldly scrawled writing across the front. The summer breeze ruffled her hair, fragrant blooms from the nearby garden infusing every breath she took with rich sweetness, but the peacefulness of the day did nothing to alleviate the erratic pounding of her heart against her ribcage.

She licked her lips nervously, unable to quell her sudden anxiety. Leaning rigid against the mailbox, she ripped open the envelope, knowing she was too impatient for the twenty or so paces it would take to get indoors. Privacy was overrated, anyway.

Swallowing thickly, she snatched out the neatly folded, lined paper, the perforated edges a little ragged. Smoothing the yellow paper between her palms, her eyes pinpointed on the date first, then her name scrawled across the top. And then she began to read, each paragraph, each sentence, each word filling her with a yearning that wouldn't be appeased until they were at last reunited.

Feb. 10, 2012

My dearest Megan,

How I long to whisper your name aloud, to have you hear me, see you shudder as my breath caresses the gentle slope of your cheek. To have my lips upon yours once more is an image that keeps me awake at night, and if I'm lucky enough to sleep, it invades my dreams, too.

Our separation has given me too much time to dwell on our last night together, not even the blast of gunfire and the ferocity of battle able to eclipse the memory that has been so imprinted on my mind. Do you remember, Megan, when my orders came through and we realized I'd be shipped overseas in just a week's time? Do you remember the lakeside, your body splayed on the scratchy grains of sand, the sunset casting you in ethereal shadows that caressed your body just as my eyes were doing? Because I do. I remember every detail, every minor detail, branded as it is in my mind.

I remember everything, Meg.

I took your hand, your tapered fingers intertwining with my own, and I led you down to the lake. The sun had already begun to set, reflecting red and gold on the gently rippling water, your pale complexion bronzing under its intensity. Your purple eyes, so much like amethyst gems, sparkled at me, conveying so much love, fear, affection, and yes, even a desperate need that I completely understood and reciprocated. I stopped you there at the lakeshore, my fingers gripping yours all the tighter, drawing you nearer and nearer until our bodies were bare centimeters apart.

Talking had ceased. We didn't need it anymore, communicating solely with our bodies, our eyes. When I removed your clothing, unwrapping you reverently as I would a precious gift, each brush of my lips across your smooth, pale skin was a wordless claiming of pure adoration. When I gently laid your body against the cool sand, the feather-light touches of my fingers against your luscious curves that made you tremble were proclamations of my awe of you. Your beauty, your grace, your innate intelligence and your unfailing compassion all had me in awe of you. And when my mouth molded to yours, my tongue coaxing your plump lips apart and plunging deep to tangle with yours, it was a declaration of my love for you.

And when I finally slipped into your warm sheath, the moist haven of your womanhood gripping me in silk-lined heaven, it was only expounding on my love for you, topped off with a promise of everlasting devotion. My eyes locked with yours as my thrusting strokes drove us both higher and higher, winding us both tighter and tighter, my gaze communicating the intensity of those emotions swirling inside me and reading the same in yours. And as we were both shoved over the precipice, splintering together into shattering ecstasy, our cries echoed over the water and resounded back: I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you, baby.

I held you throughout that night, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, the moon rising and painting your body in a silver cast. Your eyes continually fluttered beneath your lids and I could tell that what you were dreaming of was a future. A future without me in it. Small whimpers scraped past your throat, your forehead creasing and your arms gripping me all the tighter as if you could hold me to this earth with your indomitable will. I kissed your brow, smoothing out those distressed wrinkles, whispering nonsensical words of comfort that finally quieted your unconscious worries. But I couldn't quiet them in myself. The aftermath of our lovemaking there by the lake had blanketed me in warmth but the cold fear of a future without you forever at my side was quickly leeching into me.

My fears, dearest Megan, have finally been laid to rest. I'm coming home, to you. And as I've always told you, you represent home to me. It never matters what four walls shelter us; as long as I have you, I'm home.

I'm finally home.

Forever yours,

Andrew

Slumping against the mailbox in relief, the rigidness of her muscles melting away, Megan clasped the letter tightly to her chest, tears she couldn't dispel leaking from her eyes. The trembling of her lips, the fluttering of her heart, the singing joy racing through her veins... it was all in utter relief. Andrew was coming home.

That long ago night by the lake -- so, so long ago -- had been just as imprinted on her mind as it had been on his. The memory of it kept her strong, the safety of his arms enfolding her, the mastery of his possession branding her and keeping her warm with the remembered heat.

And it had left one tangible piece of evidence.

Her hands caressing her distended belly, the letter a security blanket across the mound, she smiled softly through her tears. "Did you hear that, baby boy?" she whispered. "Daddy's coming home."

Finally, Andrew was coming home.



Coming Home



I am so desperate for your beautiful body that as I write this for you my cock is swollen and aching for your wonderful tight little cunt, my heavy balls feel full to bursting and almost tingling with anticipation. 

I am fantasising about getting back to you and can imagine myself kissing you deeply as I walk through the door, my cock stiffening for you instantly as our tongues meet and feel for each other. Horny as I am for you I also feel dirty and tired so I take my things upstairs and run a shower to relax and freshen myself up for you before we go to bed.

I drop my clothes on the floor and settle into the warm spray, enjoying the feel of it and luxuriating in the warmth as you come into the bathroom holding a bottle of beer. As you hand it to me I take your hand and pull you towards me kissing you again as you watch my cock harden and start to thrust eagerly out from my body. Your hand reaches down to encircle my hard flesh while I reach up to feel your gorgeous pert little tits, teasing your nipples as you begin to slide your hand up and down my hot straining cock.

You pull away from me and leave the room closing the door saying flirtatiously "Don't be long!"

I wash myself, standing up, my hard cock swaying heavily and throbbing for you as I soap myself. I lean back against the wall touching my warm throbbing cock as I imagine pushing myself between your thighs, opening you up with the smooth sensitive head of my hard burning prick before forcing myself deep into your soft yielding body.

I cannot wait any longer for you and step out of the shower, drying myself quickly and open the door, my cock heavy between my thighs. Walking eagerly to the bedroom I open the door and see you lying on the bed, already naked, your hands resting between your legs as you feel your excited pussy, anticipating feeling me thrusting deep between your open thighs.

You look beautiful, wanton and adorable, gorgeously dirty and divine, making me want you even more, as if that were possible. I walk slowly to the bed, my swollen cock bouncing as you watch, your fingers moving idly over the soft hairs and delicate lips of your moistening sex.

As I near the bed I pull your legs around so that they are hanging over the side and spread them apart so that I can see your beautiful cunt. I tell you to carry on touching yourself and watch as you begin to rub your succulent lips between your fingers, squeezing your clit as you begin wanking yourself for me. I reach down to my own body with one hand, wrapping my fingers around the hot throbbing flesh of my cock and start to slide it up and down, pulling back my foreskin and making the dark head swell and release a shiny drop of clear nectar from the tip. 

With my other hand I pick up a pillow and slip it under your head so that you can watch me more easily, then let my fingers drift down to your pert little tits, squeezing your nipples into hardness, pulling them gently as I ease my other hand slowly up and down my upright cock and wank myself for you. I can feel your hungry eyes on my excited body as I look down on the stunning erotic sight of you touching yourself for me.

Your eyes close and your pleasure starts to peak. Soft moans escaping from your lips as your fingers work frantically on your beautiful pussy, eager to come stretched out and writhing under my gaze. Your hips push your excited sex onto your moving fingers as I lean over you and pinch your nipples harder, the intense sensation of pleasure and gentle pain push you to new levels of ecstasy and you start to come, crying with pleasure and I immediately want to come with you, letting my sperm flood over you as we join in our orgasms. Feeling your eyes on me my cock pulses in my hand and a flood of thick white come erupts from me in a spasm of pure pleasure, falling heavily between your legs, over your frantic fingers, into the soft hairs on your beautiful cunt and onto the soft skin of your stomach. I look down and see the white pearly strands of my sperm nesting in the soft curls covering your rounded mound and running over your fingers as you massage it into your skin and use it to lubricate your aching clit. 

I carry on squeezing your nipples, now using both hands. My right hand wet with my own sperm which I rub on your nipples to make them slippery with my creamy juice, making them slip easily between my pinching and gripping fingers, twisting and pulling at your tight sensitive flesh, harder and harder as your excitement mounts again, your fingers sliding over your lips now slippery with my glistening cream, your pleasure becoming more and more obvious and your moans getting louder as your passion mounts and you edge towards coming again.

Hard again already, at the sight of you pleasuring yourself in front of me despite my recent orgasm, I eagerly kneel between your legs and guide my cock towards the apex of your thighs, pushing aside your moving fingers and pressing into you. I can immediately feel your soft swollen lips parting and the wonderful wetness inside you and push more firmly to feeling you open further and stretch around me. The feel of your fingers moving your soft lips around the head of my engorged cock is almost too much form me to bear, while you moan at the touch of my probing cock between your delicate lips and tight little hole. I enjoy the sensation of your fingers but instinctively want to push myself deeper and start to ease into you, thrusting the curving shaft of my cock into your molten core and filling up your eager body with my thickening shaft. You thrust back at me, cramming my cock into the tight heat of your beautiful little cunt and start to come on me almost immediately as pull hard on your nipples, drawing your whole body down onto my upright probing shaft.

As you come I drive myself into you feeling your muscles contracting around me and gripping me, forcing me to myself go, as I drive myself deep inside you seeking my own release, and coming with you, your cunt milking my cock, squeezing a flood of creamy sperm form my pumping cock.

I rest my head on you, kissing your beautiful soft skin as I soften and start to slip out of your body. As I slide out of you I sit back on my heels and look back at you, pushing your knees apart to see your delicate little cunt, still reddened and swollen from our sex, your pink inner lips still spread apart, stretched wide by the thickness of my cock and glistening wetly with our juices. I watch my sperm start to run from your body. You try to close your legs to stop it but I hold your legs apart and lower my head to lick you, already turned on again by the sight of my musky sperm running from your body.

I lick you gently, avoiding your sensitive clit for now, but letting my tongue slip between your lips to taste my own cream deep inside you. You push against my mouth, your passion growing once again and I keep my tongue moving over you, gently but insistent and slipping deeper and deeper inside you.

Pulling my mouth from you I lean over the bed and kiss you, letting some of my sperm run into your mouth from your own sweet cunt. Then I make you kneel at the side of the bed and tell you to open your legs and lift your bottom in the air. I stand behind you at first and then kneel, enjoying the sight of you so wantonly exposed. Just the sight of you like this has my hard shaft throbbing with excitement, my cock rearing up and achingly hard again for the wonderful release of your wonderful body. I bend and start to lick your exposed slit again, taking long slow licks, starting up from below your clit, up between your parted lips and right way up to the tight ring of your arse. As I lick you thrust back at me, eager for more and I work on you, speeding my licking up and probing you more deeply with my tongue. Teasing your sensitive anus and pushing my tongue into your gently opening hole, 

You look between your legs and see me wanking, running my hand up and down my cock, already wet and lubricated with our juices. You watch as I lick you and become even more excited. I stand again and carry on rubbing myself and tell you to do the same. I want to watch your fingers reach back and open your lips, exposing yourself to me as I wank. I want to watch you push one, then two fingers into your own body while your other hand pinches your nipples and then, with your fingers still in place, I want to press the head of my cock against you and slide deep into your body alongside your moving fingers.

I want to feel how wet and open you are inside having been so recently fucked and I want to enjoy your body working on mine stretched obscenely wide by my cock and your own fingers as we work together to please each other. 

I hold you hips and fuck you hard, driving myself right up inside you, enjoying your moans of delight as we approach orgasm together, The walls of your cunt grip me and your cervix rubs the head of my cock as I bury myself Inside you, watching your cunt swallow my thick cock, your soft delicate lips stretching and wrapping themselves eagerly around the wet glistening shaft as it thrusts deep into your body until I reach forward and pinch your nipples feeling you start to come as my cock pumps inside you. I groan and start to empty myself deep, deep inside your body, my aching balls tightening and releasing my sperm in pulsing waves of pleasure along the length of my achingly sensitive cock,

You are perfect for me and I want to share this and so much more with you. I want to be with you and have you every day for the rest of my life.

I love you. 



Coming Home



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His friends, neighbors and colleagues are gone and now I stand here alone, staring down at the freshly dug earth that had been heaped upon my Father's grave. I didn't see his grave at all, I saw my dad and I playing catch in the backyard when I was around six or seven. I saw him building my tree house, with my help of course. When he wasn't working he took me everywhere with him. To the hardware store, lumber yard, even to the campus where he teaches to pick up something he had forgotten. 

Dad always introduced me to anyone we met. I grew up with a natural confidence and very few inhibitions, which is why he took care to see that I met people and that I was at ease meeting strangers as well as friends. I am certain it was all part of his teaching me how to become a successful man. Dad always made sure I was with him when he was doing projects, teaching me how to repair things, letting me drive nails and saw lumber. When I was ten he let me start using his good tools and by age fourteen I was proficient with his power tools. 

I guess he was always using his teaching voice with me. I remember listening to his deep baritone voice that gave me so much comfort, even just a few weeks ago when we were on the phone I remember thinking how his voice had always enthralled me. I loved listening to him talk. I can remember falling asleep with him reading to me, hearing him and Mom talk in the next room while I tried to get to sleep, He was a great Dad, my greatest regret is not coming back to visit more often after the auto accident that took my Mom.

My Dad was only 55 when his heart gave out, one of his neighbors found him slumped in his chair, the TV still on, and George, his Basset Hound curled at his feet. Now at 31, I had no family left. I truly felt lost as I walked into his/our house after the graveside service. Nearly five hundred guests had signed the register at his funeral. Most all of them former students form his History classes at the College and members of his Church.

I had been in a fog since getting the call at my job in Chicago. I flew into Nashville and rented a car to drive the 45 or so miles to home in in Clarkesville. I went directly to the funeral home and finalized the arrangements. I had already spoken with his attorney that held his will and knew what his wishes were for his service and interment. 

The visitation was scheduled to start at seven this evening so I rushed home to clean up and change. I was surprised that George, his Basset Hound was not there, I wondered who would have him. I took my bags to my old room, undressed and hit the shower letting the heat soothe away some of the stress I felt. In less than an hour I was back at the Funeral home and ready to receive the folks coming to pay their last respect to my Dad.

I felt rushes of warmth at seeing friends and classmates from long ago as well as our neighbors on his street. I had just finished talking with one of Dad's fellow teachers when I excused myself to get a drink and go to the restroom. 

When I came out of the restroom, the first person I saw was Ben Barton, my childhood best friend and near constant companion. I felt like I had been punched in the gut at just seeing him. Ben was the only person other than my family that I truly loved. Ben opened his arms and hugged me and I shuddered into sobs as he held me tightly

"I'm so sorry to hear about your Dad, Johnny, he was such a good man."

I stood back and looked over at my longtime friend. the word handsome didn't do Ben justice. In my eyes he was the epitome of manhood. Tall, slim and muscled just enough to be sexually alluring, not muscle bound. But even as a short little shrimp of a man, I would still have loved him.

He reached for me again and gave me a most welcome hug. Benjamin Barton was my best friend from the time we met in fourth grade until we graduated from High school, we were almost inseparable. Ben's folks bought the house next door to us when we were 9 years old. We were best buds all through High School. It was in our Sophomore year that I knew I liked boys better than girls. I knew what that meant too. I just couldn't ever let anyone here know. Benny never knew my secret, or how much I cared for him. But it was Ben that I thought about at night alone in my bed. It was Ben that made my cock get hard just thinking about him, and Ben that never knew how desperately I had loved him so long ago.

Ben stayed by my side for more than two hours as Dad's friends, students and co-workers paid their respects. Just having him there buoyed my spirit, he took over making sure I had all I needed and followed me home after the visitation. I walked into the house, draped my suit coat on the back of the sofa, sat down in Pop's chair and cried for my Dad. Ben sat a box of tissues on the arm of the chair, patted me on one shoulder and went back to the kitchen and let me grieve. It took a while but the sobs wracking my body subsided and the tears finally stopped. I rose from Dad's chair and went into his room and opened his closet and buried my face in his clothes hanging there. I could smell him. I took his bulky, gray and very old cardigan sweater off the peg on the door and put it on. Wrapping myself in his scent. I was just about to start crying again when I heard Ben behind me. I turned and he smiled when he saw me in Dad's sweater.

"you need to keep that Johnny boy. Just seeing it makes me remember him. It even looks good on you."

"I can still smell him in this sweater Benny."

"There will always be those moments when someone or something reminds you of him. Not a week goes by that I don't think about my dad."

Ben pulled me into a hug again. I was so glad he was here, he was the perfect person for me to be with during this sad and hurtful time. I don't remember it happening but Ben undressed me down to my shorts and tee shirt and tucked me into bed. When I woke it was daylight and my cheek was resting on Ben's chest, his nipple just inches from my lips. I dozed back into a restless sleep, tossing and turning, fretful. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee got me out of bed and I followed the aroma to the kitchen. Ben, in tightie whities and a tee shirt, broke into a big smile when I came in.

" hey dude, you look like you feel a little better. I can whip us up a couple of yummy omelettes with all these things in the fridge. You hungry Johnny Boy?

"I'm very hungry Benny, I don't remember eating yesterday. Oh I forgot!...Where's George Ben? I thought he would be here."

"I forgot to tell you, he's over at my Mom's, she took him over there before the funeral home came to take your dad's body. She didn't want George to see them take him away and to be running around the house looking for your Dad. You may have a hard time getting him to come home the way she dotes on him."

"That's good, but bring him back when she's had enough of him." I said.

"Ahhh...now to your breakfast. Prepare to be amazed at the sumptuous feast I will prepare for you sir. Take a seat and enjoy your coffee."

Ben managed to concoct two perfect, spicy omelettes with cheese, tomatoes, poblano peppers , green and red sweet peppers and sour cream. When we finished I was properly amazed that Ben had whipped up that great breakfast.

"Johnny, I've got a million of them, recipes that is...A few years ago I discovered that I really like cooking a great meal. I've already got ideas for tonight's dinner."

"Benny let's have your Mom come to dinner, I hate to think of her eating alone."

"Sure thing Johnny Boy, she'll really like that. I eat with her most nights, I usually cook and she comes across the back yard to my place. It will do her good too, your Dad's sudden death really shook her up. I guess it's realizing her own mortality. Being with her is the greatest gift we can give her. That's all she really wants."

"Ben, even though it took a tragedy to bring us together again. I just want you to know, that being with you again is the most natural, greatest feeling I've had in many years. You are good for me and good to me Ben Barton, thank you."

"Best buds forever, Johnny boy, best buds forever."

I helped Ben straighten up the kitchen and then we went off to shower and dress. Dad's service is scheduled for one PM and there will be viewing and visitation prior to the service. Soon we were off to the funeral home for the service. I insisted that Mrs. Barton and Ben ride with me in the family car. They were all I had left. After the graveside service Ben whispered to me.

"You stay with your Dad a little while Johnny, I'll run Mom home and come back for you in just a few minutes."

I nodded my assent without looking at him. I was fortunate that there were no unresolved issues between my Dad and I, he knew I was gay and he had made his peace with it. All he ever wanted, he said, was for me to be happy and lead a productive and useful life. Since the sudden passing of my Mom, we had been much closer, talking at least every week, and he visited me in Chicago several times.

Suddenly I was bone tired. I needed to lie down, I thought Ben would have returned by now. I turned to walk to the entrance and there was Ben, standing behind me, waiting for me to finish my good bye to Dad. He came to me and put an arm around my shoulder.

"Let's get you home Johnny Boy, you need to rest."

We found food in containers with notes on both the front and back porches. I was home, this is what neighbors and friends do here, they bring food and their condolences and the occasional story of something they remembered about Dad. He was a very well liked and respected man.

Benny opened the door and told me to leave the containers of food; he would get them after he got me into bed and resting. I was so completely zonked I just stood in my room and let Benny undress me. When I was down to my shorts and tee shirt he pulled back the bed covers and tucked me in. I think my eyes were closed before my head hit the pillow but I did feel Ben kiss my forehead.

"Thank you for being here Benny. You are just what I needed to get through this, still my best bud after all these years. You're a good man and an even better friend; I love you Ben,"

Ben backed away and eased the door closed, leaving in just ajar so he could hear if I called for him. For the next hour or so Ben collected all the food, started a list of who had brought what dish, put food into sealed containers in the fridge and washed a labeled the neighbors dishes. I learned later that he called his Mom and told her he was going to stay here with me. He didn't want me to wake up alone here in Dad's home.

Sometime after dark I woke and the hall light was on and letting a shaft of light beam across my bed. I saw Bennie sleeping beside me in his shorts and tee shirt on top of the covers. I rolled to him and lay my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest, I hugged him once and drifted back into sleep. The next time I woke Ben's arm was around me as my head lay on his chest and my arm held him tight to me. He was under the covers now; I glanced at the clock and saw that it was morning now. I lay there wide awake comforted by Ben's touch, soon my mind wandered to thoughts of how much I had loved and wanted him both emotionally and sexually since I was in High School. I felt Ben stir as he began waking up.

'Hey there Johnny boy, did you get some rest?" I just nodded my head yes.

"I guess we were both tired, I just lay here to be with you when you woke but I dropped off too. Are you hungry, we've got a ton of food in the kitchen, I'm going to set out something for us, come to the kitchen when you're ready."

I watched him get out of bed and his round little butt filled out his tighty whities nicely. When he bent to slip on his pants I groaned out loud at the sight of his beautiful butt as the fabric stretched taut across defining each rounded cheek. He looked back at me surprised and I stretched and yawned to cover up the groan as well as my boner.

I stumbled into the kitchen in my boxers and tee shirt, hair a mess, still half asleep. Bennie smiled and walked over to me and hugged me to him again, chuckling under his breath.

"you look like the little kid I was so crazy about long, long ago. Still cute after all these years."

I hugged him back and thanked him again but I had to back away quickly as I felt my cock twitch and swell. I sat down and ate a bit and felt much better. Bennie ate with me and busied himself with the clean up and put the food away as I watched him.

"Dad used to tell me that you came to visit with him a lot after you came home. He really enjoyed you being with him. Will you have supper with me again tonight Ben?"

"That's because we both had the same favorite subject to talk about, You. Johnny Boy he always told me about your phone calls and letters; between your Dad and I, you took up 80% of our conversations. And yeah, I'd enjoy staying for supper, just let me call Mom and tell her I'm staying a while." he said.

As he closed up his phone he said "Mom said to give you a big hug from her and for you to come over to her house for dinner tomorrow night."

I poured us big glasses of sweet Iced tea from the gallon jug left on the porch, and put out some lemon slices for the tea, We each pulled out a bar stool and sat there drinking our tea, each turned to face the other and we began telling each other about our lives. I never married, I had my first Man to Man sexual experience as a Sophomore in College and never considered a relationship with a woman. I got and Industrial Engineering degree and my first job was in Chicago and I've been there since. I have had two failed relationships with men, the longest lasting six plus years. Both were built on great sex but as the familiarity with each other grew the relationships waned. I wanted to get up my nerve to tell Ben my story, that I was a gay man and that I had always loved him, but so far I couldn't summon up the courage. My greatest fear was that he would leave and never speak to me again.

Ben told me that after four years of marriage their son was stillborn and that began the end of their marriage. His wife withdrew into a shell of loss and mourning and never came back to being the person he loved and married. About a year after his divorce his Dad passed away and he moved back here to be near his Mom and help her out. Ben had a degree in Biology and was doing research work in North Carolina when he divorced. Before moving he had made contact with the local State College and was hired as a teaching assistant for one year then after getting his State certification became an Associate Professor. He bought a house on the street behind his Mom and the corners of their yards met. He put a gate there so that they could walk back and forth to each others homes. He said he was happier that he had been in years. The stress of the corporate world was left behind and the joy of working with eager young minds stimulated him.

I wondered silently about his sex life. I was sure he wouldn't get involved with a student, he's too ethical for that, maybe another teacher...er... lady professor. I would have to ask about that later. Now just wasn't the time.

We decided to eat some cold Fried chicken and potato salad for our dinner and afterwards I looked under the sink and found Dad's stash of Bourbon and we had drinks after dinner. In retrospect the drinking wasn't a very good idea because I started crying again for my Dad. Ben sat beside me and put an arm around me and rocked me gently.

"I know Johnny boy, I know how it hurts, go on and cry for him. It helps I know. I'm here with you and I'm not going anywhere Johnny boy. You are my main priority, we'll get you through this, Ben's here for you, like always."

I don't remember drifting off but when I woke it was almost midnight, we were sitting on the sofa and my head was on Ben's shoulder and his head tilted against mine. When I stirred, Ben woke and we stood and stretched. I told him that he was welcome to spend the night. There's lots of beds here or we can sleep in my room like we used too. He laughed and said "yeah just like old times." and followed me to my room. As kids, a double bed was fairly large, as grown men we were very close together in my bed. We said good night and I thanked him for staying with me, then we turned with our backsides together and drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, it was still dark out, I woke spooned against Ben's back and my arm across his chest. He felt so good I hugged him to me and snuggled up closer and dozed off again. The next time I woke Ben was pushing his butt back against me and my hard as stone cock. I realized that Ben was making a small rocking motion against my hard cock. I tried to be still and see what would happen but I involuntarily stretched and pushed harder against his butt. He moved away so that we were not touching any more and I decided that he was just moving around in his sleep. The next time I woke Ben was spooned up to me his arm across my chest, his mouth and lips at my neck. I reveled in the feel of him against me. Intimate moments like this are what I miss the most by not having someone to share my life with. I sighed and nestled against his body, feeling more content in that moment that I had in many years.

A bit later I felt Ben move and get out of bed. The bathroom light shone under the door and I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking of how wonderful it would be to wake with him in my bed for the rest of our days..

Ben returned to my room and began getting dressed, he saw that I was awake.

"how do you feel Johnny, you gonna be okay?"

"Sure, and thanks Benny, for staying with me. I needed you here last night. Please feel free to come over anytime. I'll be here at least a week, maybe longer. I'd like to spend more time with you. There are still things I want to talk about with you. Come for supper if you like, there's so much food here I'll wind up throwing most of it out."

"Whoa, Johnny Boy, Mom asked you to come to her house for dinner tonight, remember."

"Gosh, I had completely forgotten. Sure it'll be like old times eating at her table. You're teaching today I suppose."

"Yes, one lecture and two lab sessions today, I should be home by six. See you at Mom's a little after six. Okay?"

"yeah it sounds great. I love your Mom's cooking."

I got out of the bed and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I laughed out loud.

"What's so funny Johnny boy?"

"Look at me, what did you do to me last night Ben, I'm a mess."

Ben blushed and looked away. I felt like a heel. I shouldn't have said that. The only way out of this embarrassment was to make it a joke so I rubbed my butt and said.

"Well at least you didn't take advantage of my innocence, I don't feel violated or ravaged, darn it"

That did the trick as Ben broke into laughter.

"Darn it"... hmmm has Chicago turned you into a kinky sex guy Johnny Boy."

"just for you Bennie, just for you." I said.

He smiled a strange smile and turned to leave.

"See you tonight Johnny Boy. It sure is good to have you here even for just a week. I've missed you. I may have to try to talk you into leaving the big city and coming home."

I walked over to him, hair sticking out everywhere, the fly of my shorts gaping open my chest bare with nipples hard little points and I hugged him, and told him I had missed him too. I didn't hold my hips back like in a 'guy hug', shamelessly I molded my body to him as we hugged, I felt his lips kiss at my neck as he pulled away. Automatically my hand went to the spot he had kissed. He had that odd smile again, almost like he was hiding something from me. It puzzled me to no end. 




Coming Home



"gotta run Bud...see you later."

I'm sure he felt my cock thicken as I pressed my body against him, he had a surprised and stricken look as he said good bye. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Bennie felt the same way about me as I did him. Oh no, I can't let myself think such thoughts. Ben is straight. Remember that. STRAIGHT!

I took my shower and rummaged up a breakfast and got dressed. First up was a call to Dad's attorney to ask if he had a list of things I needed to do, which he did. Dad had already put me on all of his bank accounts and the attorney was drafting Notice of Death letters to insurance companies, the College, the banks and other interested parties.

I got his mail and looked through it for any outstanding accounts and found none which I was certain would be the case. Returning to his mail I opened his bank statement which I had set aside earlier feeling like I was prying, but I realized that it was my business now.

Dad had been a teacher since graduating from college. It never occurred to me that he could have managed to save much money but I was stunned at the balance in his savings accounts. I learned that he had a stock club account that invested in a list of stocks that he chose and he had done extremely well with his total assets at the bank near $500,000.00. I traced back to the beginning of his stock accounts and realized that he put all the insurance money from the accident that killed my Mom into this account. I was going through more mail when I realized that his money, his car, his home were all mine now.

I changed clothes and took Dad's key chain full of his keys and went to the bank to see if he had a safe deposit box. The banker there welcomed me and gave his condolences and asked if I had received copies of the death certificate as yet. I told him no but that I had been made joint owner on all his accounts and he opened the safe deposit room and asked for my key. I held up the ring of keys, he smiled and zeroed in on the box key immediately. He placed the box, which was much larger that I would have guessed on the table and left asking me to press the buzzer when I was finished.

I teared up when the first thing I opened was a velvet bag containing my Mom's rings and assorted jewelry. There was a bulging wallet type folder that was full of stock papers. A box revealed family pictures which set of the water works again. A picture of Mom and Dad on their wedding day, pictures of her very pregnant with me, baby pictures, a small box with my scout badges, pictures of me playing basketball in High School, one picture of Benny and me at about 11 or twelve on the sidewalk in front of our houses. I tucked that one into my inside jacket pocket. I decided to take the box of pictures home and go through them there. I would have some duplicated, mostly ones of Mom and Dad to put out at home and keep the originals safe in here. Finally at the bottom of the box I saw a large envelope, I reached in and brought it out and stared open mouthed at my name written there.

When removed the contents the papers were all paper clipped together with a list being the top sheet. This list was of all his assets, insurance and deposits, everything I needed to know to wind up his earthly affairs. I sat this aside with the pictures to take back to the house. I started putting things back in and realized there was a cigar box that I hadn't opened. I tried but it was too heavy to lift out with one hand so I opened it inside the box. Again my mouth dropped open. The box was full of gold coins, I had forgotten about his coin collecting. For a time he was avid about finding old gold coins and here lay the fruits of his searches. I knew I didn't have the time to list them all before the bank closed so I shut the box and pressed the buzzer. I told the banker I would be back in the morning to do an inventory of the contents, and that it would take me a few hours because of the large number of coins inside. I began to get nervous, with the price of gold these days these coins would mount up to be a very large sum.

Back at home I started to turn on the TV but went Instead to the old console HI FI Phonograph and rummaged through the records there. I selected some of my Mom's favorites that I remember hearing her play when I was growing up, I turned the volume up and went to clean up for dinner at Mrs. Barton's. I was dancing the whole time I was getting ready for dinner. I remembered my Mom and Dad were constantly dancing in our living room. They were from the Disco era and the full orchestra arrangements sounded so good. Better yet, the music my Mom and Dad danced to made me feel good. In my mind I could see them in the dining room on the hardwood floor, with the table and chairs pushed back to the wall, dancing for hours. Like the old saying that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I was a fairly good dancer in my youth too.

Just before I left to go to Mrs. Barton's I remembered Mom's rose garden in the back yard. I looked out and although it was only late April there were brilliant yellow Tea Roses in bloom. With shears in hand I ran out and cut a nice bouquet for Mrs. Barton. I wore dress slacks and a white button down poplin shirt. Neat and clean. Mrs. Barton would probably pinch my cheek when she saw me, then a big hug for the roses. I went out our back door over to the Barton's back door and knocked and went on in.

"Oh my little Johnny" she cooed as she hugged me close, "You'll always have us sweetheart, we'll be your family now Johnny, Benny and I love you."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hugged her. Just then Ben came through the back door and joined in for our hug. Just as we separated I felt his lips kiss my neck again and a shiver ran down my spine as my hand shot up to touch the spot his lips had kissed. I was looking at him as I did it and he just smiled and nodded yes to me. I was confused as to what he meant by it.

George, Dad's Basset Hound was dancing around my feet, whining and trying his best to get all of my attention. I sat down on the floor and George climbed all over me before settling in my lap.He let out a long sigh. 

"Thank you Mrs. Barton, you too Bennie."

I still had the roses in one hand and I handed them to her as she was telling me to call her Mama like her Bennie did.

"These are from Mom's rose garden out back, I thought you'd enjoy them."

"Thank you sweetie, I always loved your Mama's garden. Bennie, get me a vase out of that top cabinet please. Now you boys get out of my kitchen for a while, I'll call you when it's time to eat."

Ben and I went out and sat on the front porch, He lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted one.

"no, I shook that habit at college." I replied.

"I had quit too, but started again during the divorce. Why don't you come back here to live Johnny Boy and help me quit this filthy habit."

I looked at him, he had that same odd smile that he had as he left my room this morning.

"I have to admit that I've thought about it Ben. But there are things we need to talk about later. I just don't fit in around here anymore. Want to come back and spent the night with me again, it's Friday, we can get drunk and talk all night."

"I guess so Johnny boy, there are somethings I need to tell you too."

I felt my heart rate speed up. Oh no, what will happen if we get in the same bed again but drunk this time! That may not be such a good idea. I knew I had to change the subject so I asked him about how he got into teaching.

"I felt I had to come back home for Mom after Dad passed away. He did absolutely everything for her, kept the bank accounts, paid the bills, shopped the food market for her. I was afraid she would be overwhelmed and get into an emotional depression. So I jumped at the teaching assistant position. I could live on it and by the time I was certified and landed the teaching slot I was getting into the whole 'college life' it's so different for the faculty, sheltered from the outside world, perceived as intellectual, some even believe they are the elite after they have the golden fleece, 'Tenure.' The only people I know here now are older folks like our parents and some of the students, hardly anyone my age."

"Benny, you have to get out and look, there has to be lots of single ladies in your age bracket who think Professor Barton is hot stuff. You just have to get out and find them."

"yeah.., that's one of the things we need to talk about Johnny."

His Mom came to the door to say that dinner is ready. We jumped up and hurried into the dining room.

'Mama' Barton had fried chicken, whipped potatoes, green beans, biscuits and white gravy and sweet iced tea. She was all smiles as she watched her boys eat like dock workers. Her fried chicken hasn't changed in nearly thirty years. It tastes just like it did when Ben and I would grab a leg and run out into the yard with a baseball in one hand and a chicken leg in the other.

She told me about her talks with my Dad, they would stand out in the yard and talk for hours, mostly about Ben and I. I remember him telling me about her leaving him plates of food on the back porch, usually every time she made fried chicken, during my weekly phone calls to him.

I asked Ben to follow me to the car rental drop off and drive me home tomorrow. I had decided to use Dad's car for the rest of the time I am here. After dinner Ben and I cleared the table and cleaned off the dishes and loaded up her dishwasher, all while his Mom complained that we should let her do that, it was woman's work. Bennie looked at me and rolled his eyes then bumped his hip against mine playfully knocking me off balance, I bumped him back and we did this for a couple of minutes until his Mom started laugh hysterically.

"you boys have gotten big but you haven't grown up...still acting like kids. It does my heart good to see you boys together again. You two are supposed to be together, you know that don't you."

I was shocked, I looked at Ben and he was too. There was that look again, that odd smile like he knew a secret. He stared at me a good while. Then turned to his Mom.

"yes ma'am, I believe we do know that now."

Ben turned back to me as he started the dishwasher, "you ready to talk Johnny Boy?"

I just nodded, as he held me in his stare. With a wink he turned back to his Mom and hugged and kissed her.

"We're going to go back to Johnny's house and get drunk Mama, I'm gonna try and talk him into coming back home. He needs to be here, I just gotta convince him somehow."

I hugged her and thanked her for that wonderful dinner and we started for the door. She called out before we got to the door and rushed up with some chicken wrapped in wax paper for a 'snack' later. Back at my Dad's I looked under the sink and found an unopened bottle of Canadian Club that I had given him last Christmas. 

"Benny, how do you like your Canadian Club?"

"Two fingers over ice with water with a twist of lemon peel, please."

We even liked the same drinks...I make two in tall glasses and we sat out on the front porch. 

"Okay John, what is it that you have to talk about, tell me about your life."

"I've thought and thought how I could tell you about this and there just isn't an easy way. So at the risk of losing you as a friend I just gonna say it. Ben, I'm gay. I have been since our Sophomore year at Central. I never had been with anyone until the first year at college, On a Thursday night in the first week of November my study buddy had me naked on his bed with my cock buried balls deep in his throat. It opened a new world of possibilities for me. When I told my Dad I was gay it took him a couple of days but he came around. All he wanted is for me to be happy and a productive contributor to our society he told me.

"Benny, I'm hoping and praying that this will not make a difference in our friendship, lots of straight guys have a gay friend. If that is not the case you need to tell me now." 

Ben sighed and sat there silent, looking at his shoes. Finally I spoke.

"Talk to me Benny, please, I so hope that you understand. I need you to understand."

Drawing in a big breath Ben turned to face me. 

"Oh Johnny Boy...there's no way around it. This changes everything...I'll try to still be your friend, but it will be hard to do because what I want is for you and I to be life partners and lovers. I've known I'm gay since a few months after the divorce Johnny. I had hoped that you were gay too. Even suspected it for a while when I began talking with your Dad regularly, but gave the idea up as wishful thinking on my part. If you'll have me we have a wonderful life. I've always loved you John.

One night at closing time at the bar I frequented the guy who had been chatting me up asked me to come over to his place saying he'd keep the drinks flowing. I was drunk enough to think 'free booze is good' and went to his place.

He made advances and I did nothing to protest his actions and I got my first blow job. Before leaving his bed I did suck my first cock and tasted semen. I knew I liked man to man sex. I knew that night that I really liked it."

The initial shock of hearing Ben say the words 'I'm gay' was fading and I began to realize that my dreams could finally come true. Ben and I together as two men in love. 

"BEN! stop....first to answer your question, YES we can be life partners and lovers. Being with you would make my life complete, it is what I have dreamed of for years."

Ben stood and reached for my hand..."come with me John."

I followed as he led me into the living room, backed me up against the stairwell wall and gave me the kiss that changed our lives forever. That kiss was beyond description, the emotion of a long held, seemingly impossible dream realized. Now able to hold our bodies tightly together, neither ready to let go of the thing they most wanted. 

"Nothing between graduating High School and now counts. You and me... us...we start now Johnny Boy"

It wasn't long until I was on overload, my brain unable to process the feelings and emotions fast enough. It was evident that Ben has spent as much time wanting 'us' as I have. That kiss told volumes about how Ben feels toward me. I don't remember how we got to the bed, the kissing short circuits my brain, he is all I can handle while his tongue thrusts and sucks at my mouth. I feel a tingle deep inside my testicles even while the rest of my body is buzzing with the realization of Ben and I together, finally. 

Naked together at last. Our straining bodies touched from our lips to our toes. I loved the chestnut brown hair on Ben's chest and stomach, the treasure trail thinned as it reached Ben's trimmed pubic hair.

I broke the kiss and raised up on my knees beside Ben. Looking at his naked body stirred something in me and I knew I was going to blow my load right here, looking down at the most sexual, sensual and exciting man I have ever known. I reached out and lay my hand on his rippled abdomen. Without ever touching myself I felt this unbidden orgasm take control of my body, my mind had been consumed by the incredible emotion of fulfilling our long held dream of our first time together. The first volley all cleared the headboard and splattered on the wall. At the end, there was an incredible amount of my semen on Ben's arm and the side of his body. 

"Wow! Johnny Boy...that was the most sensual thing I have ever seen! You blew without me even even touching you. I'm ashamed to say it but the same thing happened to me at the funeral home when we first saw each other. I was too embarrassed to let anyone know."

"Bennie I can hardly believe this has happened. I've wanted to be with you for so very long, it was never out of my mind. I love you Ben."

I got a warm washcloth to clean Ben up and while I was cleaning up my cum from his body I knew. 

I decided right then looking down at my Ben that I was leaving Chicago and I was coming home. Ben needs to be near his Mom, Dad's house...my house...our house...is next door to her. All sorts of ideas and plans came to mind but remembering the task at hand I pushed them aside and stretched my body out atop Ben. Arms stretched out, hands clasped, fingers interlaced, I rubbed and moved about trying to get more of my skin touching him.

He was a little surprised when I turned him and began kissing a trail down his spine. Hands and tongue led my way down his body until my chin bumped against the rise of his hard little butt. Pulling up a bit, I brought both hands to his cheeks and spread his butt like a melon. I blew a wisp of air across his cheeks to watch as they pimpled in Gooseflesh. Before he realized what I was about to do I stabbed my tongue into his wrinkled anus. The gasp and yells that came from him made me know he wanted me to keep doing this to his butt but finally he gave in saying he was going to cum if I didn't stop.

Ben surprised me when he flipped over onto his back and told me that he wanted me to fuck him. Somehow I had never thought of me fucking him, it was always him in me that I thought about. I found a jar of Vaseline in the bath, and found a condom in my shaving kit. After getting him lubed to the point of moaning and groaning, begging for me to get my cock inside him now! I gave the condom one last coating of lubricant I knee walked between his legs and up to his opening. His hand held my cock poised at his anus as I leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Some time during the kiss he had wrapped his legs around my hips and locked his ankles. When I raised from the kiss he pulled hard with his legs and my cock went deep inside Bennie.

"Oh my sweet Jesus...Johnny Boy...love me Johnny, make love to me. I love your hard cock filling my butt, Oh fuck,,,I just love you...do it...fuck me hard John, I can take it, I need it to be you. I've always wanted it to be you. Harder babe...fuck your Bennie...hard...fuck me hard...oh my god, you're better than I ever dreamed Johnny...make love to me babe, I know you love me John, I can see it in your face and eyes. Oh damn...it's starting Johnny...you're cock is gonna make me cum, Kiss me baby, kiss me as we cum together. JOHNNY...NOW....mmmm! "

Gliding in and out of Ben's ass was pure heaven, chills and goosebumps flashed across my body.

I had settled into a long rapid stroke in and out of his butt. I swear I could feel little electric shocks to the head of my cock. Looking to his face I saw Ben's eyes roll back and he was gone, lost into the pleasure place. There's only one way to get to that place, it takes a big, hard, throbbing cock churning in your guts, making you feel that tingle, making your eyes roll back. There nothing exists but the cock churning in your butt and how you can get more of it deeper inside you. In that zone a man's sexual pleasure knows no bounds. No matter how big the cock or how good the fuck, it is never enough. We always want more, bigger, harder, deeper. Insatiable!

I shifted my position so that now I brushed against his prostate on every stroke. Ben yelped at first then settled into a deep grunt 'unngghh' every time I rubbed against it. Soon he was all over the bed, an E ride for sure. He bucked against my deep thrust, holding and grinding hard against me. He moved faster and faster, taking over the rhythm as he began to fuck my cock deep inside him. As if on cue, Ben's eyes flew open...

"I'm gonna cum babe, you're cock is making me cum John...Oh jeez...yeah, now John cum with me now!"

...it only took two thumping heartbeats and I was filling the condom inside him. Ben was still spraying his semen all over his abs and chest, his face, the pillow, everywhere I looked there were pearls of his cum. My own release nearly paralyzed me, never has my body been so completely drained, no sex had ever felt like what I had just experienced.

'Ben held his arms up, his signal for me to come into his embrace. He held me tightly and sobs wracked his body. I pulled back to look at him and he pulled me back down.




Coming Home



"I'm okay John, just tears of joy." 

Lying half atop him I told Ben that I wanted to come home. 

"I love you and will not be separated from you ever again. I want to come home to you, we'll live here and take care of Mom and each other. Dad's inheritance was staggering, I never had a clue. It will be enough to get me moved here, make some improvements and live until I can find something that I really want to do. There will be plenty left over for lots of rainy days. "

"Thank you, John, I may be the happiest man in this town, I'm certain that I am the most well fucked. You are spectacular at making love."

"yeah, I'm finally making love with the one I love. The difference between what we did and sex is like night and day. You're pretty spectacular yourself Benny, I had to hold on for dear life when you started bucking and fucking my cock."

Ben locked eyes with me as we stared into each others soul. We were on our sides facing each other, arms and legs entwined Hard cocks pressed between our bellies. Slowly a grin started spreading on Ben's handsome face and in minutes we were hysterically rolling around and laughing. It was a release of the fears and tension brought about by needing to of tell the most important person in our life that "I'm Gay". 

The rest of that Saturday was spent loving and laughing like I had never done before. Ben filled me with joy, pure and simple. I couldn't keep my hands off of him, I was always touching, caressing him. Once as we lay recovering from a mind blowing orgasm I thought that Dad would be happy knowing that Ben and I are together, at last, and here in this house. 

Finally around 3 pm I remembered the rental car and we scurried about taking quick showers and burst out the door at a run like we did at 10 years old. On our way back Ben took me to his house to get some of his things. He gave me a tour and said he thought he would keep it and lease it out. 

"All Gay Guys own rental property don't they. Besides, with the College and Ft. campbell, It will be leased in a heartbeat once I get it ready for the market and do a few updates in the baths and kitchen"

Back at Dad's I called Mrs. Barton and asked her to come over for dinner. When she arrived she had George with her. 

"I thought I'd see how he reacts to the place now that your Dad isn't here." She said.

We all watched as George dropped his nose to the floor and started sniffing his way to Dad's bedroom, tail wagging at a frantic pace. We followed and found him lying in his dog bed beside Dad's bed. He stayed in Dad's room until dinner was on the table. At dinner,I had purposely avoided sitting in Dad's chair, Mama Barton sat and the other end of the table with Ben and I facing each other. During the entire meal George lay beside my Dad's chair. Ben's legs and feet were constantly touching me under the table. I felt like I was in a dream but I knew it was real, I could touch him, smell him, taste him but most important of all, he filled my heart to overflowing. Ben Barton and John Hadley, together at last.

Ben nudged my foot as he turned to his Mom. 

"I did it Mama...he's coming home to live with us. I convinced him that this is where he needs to be."

She reached out and clasped her hands with both of us. 

"I can't say I'm surprised. I'm so happy for my boys. I've always known that one day you two would be together. Benny, you rent out that house and move in here next door to your old Mama."

"Yes ma'am, we've already talked about that, but it will have to wait until after we've done some remodeling and updating the kitchen and baths. We may even add on, like a great room adjoining the kitchen, we'll look and magazines and books before we decide. I've even thought of adding a walkway of paving stones for us to walk on back and forth between houses. We need a garage too, Maybe even fence in both backyards together so George can wander around and easily beg at either back door. Ben will be almost as close as he was in his bedroom at your house, Mama Barton."

Later Ben and George walked Mama Barton home and Ben came back alone, they took George's bed from Dad's room with them.

"George just went right into the house with her. She will never say it but I thinks she's glad to have him there."

"It's okay by me Bennie but she always has the option to bring him back home anytime. She doesn't have to keep him with her. I know how much Dad doted on that Dog and I'm sure she's done the same. Now Ben, clear the table to the sink and I'll get theses dishes washed and in the drying rack so we can go play."

Ben came to the sink with all three plates and silverware, sat them down, jerked my lounge pants to the floor, grabbed my butt cheeks and thrust his tongue into my anus. I felt light headed and giddy as Ben chowed down on my eager butt. I leaned over the sink as far as I could, spread my legs wide and grabbed my cheeks and pulled them wide apart. My legs quickly turned to jelly as Ben continued his assault on my ass; the sink was now holding me up.

I actually felt relieved when he pulled his mouth away, his face up my ass was such an intense sensory overload that stopping it let me ease back from the brink of ejaculation. About three deep breaths later I felt Ben's cock pushing at my entrance, I reached back and spread my cheeks again while Ben squirted lubricant into my butt. After the workout he gave my ass with his tongue his entry was no problem he went in halfway on the first stroke with only a long 'aaaahhhh' from me. In less than a minute I was in the pleasure zone. Ben was a natural born lover, he used his wide, fat cock on me like no other man I had ever known. He had me moaning and gasping for more as he rode my hungry ass to glory. When we reached our fantastic orgasm and our body movements slowed to the pace of cold syrup, I started to slide toward the floor, completely used up, too weak to stand. Ben and I lay in a heap on the kitchen floor and slowly our breathing and heart rates returned to somewhat normal.

I raised my head and looked around.

"What happened? I was washing dishes and now we're piled up on the floor and my ass is vibrating!" I managed to keep a straight face as I asked him.

I heard Ben start giggling, 

"Sorry Johnny Boy, I sort of ambushed you there. In my fantasies about you over these years that one was near the top. Just seeing you there cleaning the dishes sparked a memory of the times I have dreamed of taking you like that. I hope you don't mind it, cause there's long list of ways I want to do it with you...Say...you kinda got off on me eating your butt, didn't you."

"Well Yeah! The love of my life sneaks up and takes me sexually. Tries to eat me alive...fucks me into a stupor...That's a huge turn on Benny. You did notice how hard I fought you didn't you. Try as you might, you can't rape a willing man Benny. I'll be willing just as long as you want me Ben. Being with you feels so good. Hmmm...I'm feeling better Professor. Barton; weren't we going to go play in our bedroom?"

"but babe, I need a little more time to recuperate...recharge this limp weapon here."

He was holding his cock by the foreskin, showing me that it was lifeless for a while longer.

"Not to worry Ben. All you have to do this time is just lay there and take what ever I decide to do to you. It doesn't matter what I do...you know it's gonna feel good... come with me Ben."

We were walking to room, kissing as we went, both bare assed naked and both of us were lost in the newness, the joys of sexual intercourse with his long desired partner. The absolute connection that felt so familiar yet so completely awesome 

Once into the room, I pushed Ben face down onto the bed and again I covered his body with mine, our fingers laced together, holding hands as I moved and wiggled around trying to get more of my skin touching Ben's. His humping, wiggling butt distracted me, making me rise up on my hands and knees. I sat back, my lower legs under me just admiring Ben's physical beauty. Broad shoulders, nicely pumped chest , his torso tapering to a sinfully ridiculous 28 inch waist, and the quintessential bubble butt. All covered with his luxurious chestnut brown hair on his chest, arms, legs, torso and even on that perfect butt.

Ben turned his head to one side. "Why did you stop Johnny Boy, you teasing me? Getting me all sexed up then just quit and sit up. You're a cruel man John."

"Oh Ben, I'm just admiring your rocking body, and all that hair. Jeez, a hairy man turns me on! It's like edging...you know getting ever so close to blowing a nut but scaling back, falling back just so we can see how close we can get again. Do this for a couple of hours and when you finally shoot, all the people on this side of town are gonna hear you roaring as you blast your cum all over the place."

"I think I saw a video or maybe it was on the internet about edging. Those guys seemed to enjoy it." Benny said. 

"you just gonna sit there and look? Touch me, rub my butt...do something...you have me all worked up and just sit there. Damn it John...take me, FUCK ME...I need you in me. get that fat cock up my butt pronto Mister. Do it hard Johnny...fuck me hard."

I guess we will always wonder who fucked who this time. Ben went feral on me. He became a madman as he thrashed and jerked about; trying his best to get more of my my cock up his butt. We rolled and now Ben was sitting on my hips, well maybe it was more like his butt was dancing on my hips, All I could do was lie there with my hips thrust upward as his ass fucked my cock. I saw his eyes roll back and knew he was in the zone...I felt the tingle in my testicles and grabbed Ben's cock and started jacking him. It was only moments until Ben roared like an animal and his cum covered me, it was in my hair, on my face, chest and torso. Finally Ben collapsed atop me and I put my arms around him hugging him tightly to me. 

"Oh god Benny, I love you so. Sex with you is so very different. Nothing has ever been so intense. It's so good to be with you, it's good to be home"

"I know Johnny, seems like my life just began when your Dad passed away. Now that we've become 'us' there is joy in everything we do. Loving you was easy, it started when we were ten years old. I never knew that being loved by you could be so awesome." 

The remodel took three months and ten days. Ben and I had a new family room/kitchen/dining area complete with fireplace and a 60" Flat Panel TV, Island bar with stools, a table with 6 chairs. Plus a room full of den furniture and books and toys. We had New appliances, dishwasher, Stove, fridge, microwave, counter tops, sink and wood floor. While the work we had done was extensive, the character of the place remained the same. I could still feel my Mom and Dad there and was comforted by the familiarity of my childhood home. We redid the baths in the master as well as the hall. A new garage with duplex apartments upstairs and parking for four autos.In a college town rental units are at a premium and really boost to the property value.

While all the improvements were nice and very appreciated, the one over riding joy in my life is being with Ben. He's my rock, life would be so empty now without Ben loving me. Oh... and there is other news. I've started two businesses since the house was finished. The first is a long time love and passion for designing and assembling stained and leaded glass panels. I use one of the garage apartments as my studio. The other is a consulting business. With my Industrial Engineering background I am a natural for helping to plan out a new business venture. From initial cost studies to final planning, I offer a service unique to this small town. 

Mama Barton and George come for dinner most every night, on Sundays she likes to cook so she won't forget how she says. We encourage her to cook fried chicken every chance we get. She says her cooking is better for us that what we serve up. I'm sure she's feeding George off the table instead of dog food. That's why he hardly ever leaves her side. They both seem happy together so I keep quite about the food. 

Ben is only one year away from Tenure which will give him a big boost in salary. I've tried to convince him that my money is his money but he is reluctant to spend it and he gets frustrated with me always buying him gifts. We're flying Mama Barton to California to visit with her cousin for a week and Ben and I will fly with her and have a week in San Francisco and then fly home with her.

Our life is nothing spectacular, just two guys working our jobs, making his Mom happy by including her in our lives. She's always ready for a trip to the market, to have her hair done or to go to lunch with her friends. She's become obsessed with playing Bridge lately, but try as I might she will not tell us how much she has won.

I've found that there is wonderful satisfaction in knowing that you are with your soul mate. The one person that knows you best, desires your love and company and completely satisfies your every need most especially emotionally and sexually. 

It's been quite a year since my Dad passed away. The reunion with Ben, the new life we now have together. The everyday happiness and pure joy I feel living my life with Ben. Just when I thought that nothing on earth could make our lives better, Ben came in carrying a huge box with a big bow. He sat it on the floor as I eyed the box them him. He began to chuckle after watching me switch my gaze from the box then back to him. 

"Open it goofy! It won't jump out and bite you."

There were a series of boxes each progressively smaller inside the first box, each had a note encouraging me to keep opening the boxes. Finally I held a very small box in my hand and opened it to see two simple gold bands. I was stunned and my emotions choked in my throat keeping me from speaking but tears rolled down my cheeks, I nodded, mouthing the word 'YES' as I gave them box to Ben and held out my left hand. The hand and my body were visibly trembling as Ben slipped the ring on my finger. Ben's eyes were locked with mine the entire time..

"John Hadley, with this ring I pledge my life and my undying love to you forever. For twenty two years you have been the most important person in my life. My soul male, my best friend and for this past year my lover, my companion and my partner in life. With every fiber of my being, I love you John and never want to part from you again."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he professed his love. I wiped away my tears of joy and took up Ben's ring as held out his hand. 

"You love has been the most constant thing in my life Ben. Living and loving with you has opened my eyes so wide to the joys of our everyday world that had previously just slipped on by. You've given me more joy in the past year that I can ever remember. I too pledge my life and my undying love to you for ever and ever. I love you more than I can possibly say Ben."

Ben rose and pulled me up into his arms. I clutched him to me never wanting to be anywhere but in his arms. I felt his lips kissing my neck again and again my hand touched the spot.

"your little kisses at my neck are the most loving, sensual expression of your love for me. I treasure each and every one of them. Back last year when I first came here, they puzzled me a little, you would get this odd little smile that I didn't understand each time you kissed my neck. I know now that you were telling me you loved me, trying to give me a clue that we could happen, be together if I was willing."

Suddenly Ben jumped up from his stool.

"OH!!! I almost forgot...come with me Johnny."

As he reached for the doorknob he told me to close my eyes and not open them until he said I could. When he finally told me to open my eyes there before me sitting at attention, and looking as if she would burst out with wiggles everywhere, was a gorgeous, fawn and white Boxer Puppy with a black mask. I opened my arms and laughed as she leapt into my arms giving me a bath in her special kisses.

"I saw her in the window and just couldn't resist." Ben said.

She will be good company for George too, and he'll get some exercise chasing after her. She's yours to name Johnny boy.

Just then Ben took off at a run across our back yards with the puppy bounding behind him. It seemed that she bounced on springs as bounded along after Ben. Mama Barton's back door opened and George rushed out, nose to the ground as usual. 

"Look Georgie, a new playmate for you!" she said to the dog.

"Boys come and have some tea!" we sat on her back porch sipping sweet tea and watching the dogs get to know each other. Suddenly the Puppy streaked away and George went right after at his usual slow trot."

Mama Barton came back out with the tea pitcher and topped off our glasses.

Suddenly she gasped "Oh My!"

She picked up our left hands and looked at the rings. At first I thought she would cry, her eyes teared up but she fought it off.

"I've always known, you know. I knew when you were little and fell asleep holding each other, even when you were in High School you slept like that on the weekends. I knew that one day you two would find each other. Love is love, no matter who we are. We can help who we fall in love with, it is all part of His plan. There is a reason for you two to be together."

She turned and turned to look at Ben.

"So when were you going to tell your mother this great news?" 

I spoke up in Ben's defense.

"Mama, it just happened a few minutes ago. Ben gave me the ring and then the puppy. You knew almost when I did. I owe you thanks beyond measure Mama, this boy of yours sure did turn out to be a good man and a real keeper too."

Looking like she had just remembered something she had forgotten. She said she had forgotten something and rushed back into her house. She stuck her head back out to us.

"dinner at seven here tonight, don't be late."

I laughed and Ben just shook his head.

We were talking and not paying attention to the dogs when out of the corner of my eye I saw something flying toward me, a quick glance confirmed that the puppy was airborne and she landed in my lap and onto my stomach. George trotted up behind her wagging his tail. Just as quickly as he had landed in my lap she was gone again running with George and jumping over him back and forth as they played.

Suddenly as I sat there watching the dogs play I shouted out...

"ChaCha"

The puppy stopped in mid run and looked at me. I turned to Ben...

'did you see that! She stopped when I yelled 'ChaCha', how do you like that for her name Benny, we can call her ChaCha, she's always dancing around."

"I like it Johnny Boy and it suits her too. ChaCha it is."

I tried again...

"ChaCha, here girl...come."

She was at my side in seconds. I looked over to Ben who was smiling at us, 

"I can't decide who's happier about this new venture, you or ChaCha." Ben said.

"That's an easy one Babe, it has to be George that is happiest. His tail hasn't stopped since he came outside."

"She will be a good running companion to, John. That way I won't have to worry about you out running, she won't let anyone close if she thinks they are a threat."

"She's wonderful Ben, and such a beauty too. You need to run with us, Professor Barton, we'll make a really hot threesome, don't ya think. What more could I ask for. My Man and my dog by my side, jogging with me!"

Ben surprised me by going out with us for a run. He hasn't done that in months, despite my constant urging. With Chacha on a long lead I let Ben get a step ahead of me so I could watch that world class bubble butt of his in action. In less than a minute my cock was hard as stone, straining to break free of the confining jock strap. After about four miles Ben stripped off his tank top and balled it up into one fist. I had to run ahead so I couldn't see his perfect body glistening with sweat over his neatly trimmed chest hair and that tantalizing treasure trail that led into the waistband of his bright red shorts.. 




Coming Home



When we slowed to walk for a few yards, Chacha got impatient, she liked the running. When I kicked back up to our jogging speed Ben laughed at me.

"It's been less than one hour since you got that pup Johnny and she''s already training you to do her bidding. Wish you'd obey me that well."

"I always obey you in the bedroom, Ben. You are my Lord and Master when we are there."

When we stopped for a break I got out the collapsible water bowl that Ben got with the package of 'necessities' that came home with Chacha. She finished off the bowl of water and was tugging on the leash to get back to running.

Ben laughed. "Ha! you're going to have to do some serious running now. Chacha won't let you slack off like you're used to doing. She will turn Mom's fried chicken into a six pack in a few months running your socks off Johnny Boy."

When we returned from our run, Mama barton called and told us she was preparing dinner tonight. She produced another masterpiece, her Pot Roast with onions, carrots, potatoes and scratch Biscuits which were without equal. Just as we finished she came in from her kitchen with a plate of Petit fours and a bottle of chilled white wine..

"Boys, don't fuss, but with your big news today with the rings, I just felt a little celebration was in order. I sure wish your Dad had lived to see this Johnny. We talked about you boys do doing this a lot over the years. I think we both knew that the only way both of you would ever be happy was to be together"

After our dessert and wine John and I went back to our place. Chacha roused quickly from her nap and was ready to run again. She was dancing about as George raised up and stretched and trotted off to Mama Barton's for his dinner. I called Chacha inside and she went directly to the sofa in the great room and stretched out over all three cushions, claiming her territory.

Ben had his house rented and the items he wanted to bring to our place were fitted in making the house ours. I was getting quite a few orders for Leaded Glass panels for entrance doors in upscale developments. The mailings to the local builders were paying off. I even had a couple of design jobs for revamping an assembly line for a new product and a startup retail outlet. Mama Barton seemed to be thriving with her boys right next door and George was in dog heaven with his new girlfriend Chacha.

Next week will mark a year since the night Ben and I became a couple, we're going away for a couple of days to celebrate and have some Ben and John time. If this first year is any indication of our future, we will be two very contented men. Sometimes one's heart's desire can actually happen. We are living proof; here in a small town in Tennessee, we found our very own Happily Ever After.

The End



Coming Home



Ben pushed the door open slowly. The hall was dark, candles sporadically lighting a path to the kitchen. He smiled lazily and dropped his suitcase next to a small table. He started on his way, wondering what Grace would be wearing.

In the kitchen Grace heard the front door open and grinned to herself. Ben would join her momentarily. She glanced at the table and nodded. Everything was laid out perfectly, two candles burning brightly, illuminating the food she'd painstakingly prepared. She turned her attentions back to the platter she was finishing, a final drizzle of honey and she smiled. She could feel Ben behind her, his warm breath trekking over the back of her neck. His hands lightly clasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. After a week alone she drank in the sight of him, well-cut charcoal suit, crisp white shirt and a silky black tie. His dark hair was tousled and looked as though he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly as he was wont to do. Her blue eyes met his almost black ones and the corners of his mouth lifted into a secretive smile.

Ben leant down and brushed his lips against the corner of Grace's. She smelt like a thunderstorm and he inhaled deeply. Her red hair was all swept over her left shoulder in a cascade of waves, the milky pale skin of her neck on show, tantalizing him. Her deep blue eyes, framed with heavy dark lashes, were crinkled slightly at the corners as she smiled at him. He brushed his lips against hers again, a longer kiss this time though still feather-light. She sighed contentedly and swished over to the table her hips swaying. The dress she wore clung to her curves perfectly, the dark silk complementing her complexion. His own skin seemed especially tanned compared to hers. 

"Sit." Her voice was husky, as if she'd smoked too many cigarettes in her time though she'd never touched them.

Ben complied slowly, sinking into a seat opposite her. "You shouldn't have gone to this much trouble." Grace didn't need to look up to know he was smiling, though Ben's smile wasn't something she ever liked to miss.

Grace stood up and made her way towards Ben, watching his eyes follow the lilt of her hips. She smoothed the dress under her and sat on his lap, pulling a scrap of black velvet from the table. His arms wound round her waist, thumb stroking her hip slowly and she shivered. Grace slid the velvet over Ben's eyes, obfuscating his vision and tied it in a small knot. 

"My pleasure." Grace whispered in his ear. She pulled the first plate towards her and picked up an asparagus spear, dipping the end in hollandaise sauce before pushing it lightly against Ben's lips.

Ben sunk his teeth into what Grace was feeding him and broke the morsel off. Asparagus, his mind supplied, but what's the sauce? He tried unsuccessfully to identify it as she fed him another three spears then kissed him lightly. Ben pulled her against him tighter and she rubbed her nose against his, then moved down to kiss his jaw line, appearing to not mind the slight stubble that rubbed against her soft lips. He smiled and she bit his bottom lip gently.

"Let me get the main." Her voice was an entreaty as she ran her fingers over his hand that secured her to him. Ben let go reluctantly, maintaining contact as long as possible. He could hear quiet strains of piano playing that he had not noticed earlier, a soft almost melancholy song. He listened to Grace quietly bustle around the kitchen, metal clanking against metal at one point. She placed a plate in front of him and resumed her position on her lap. "Slow cooked beef in a red wine jus," she whispered in his ear, lips against his earlobe, "with garlic mushrooms." The smell was ambrosial. She held a fork against his lips and his teeth closed around a miniscule button mushroom. He nodded appreciatively, the flavours bursting in his mouth. Grace carefully stabbed a piece of beef dripping with jus. 

Cooked to perfection, Ben thought as it melted in his mouth. His mind began to wander back to the thought of Grace in her stunning dress and his blood heated. She must have known it would drive him crazy; the low cut back, the soft rustle as it moved... He could hear her soft, shallow breaths, her hair whispering as she turned to feed him. The further through the food he got, the more distracted he became. Grace's hips brushed against his erection and he growled. She stopped feeding him and trailed a fingertip from his ear to the collar of his shirt. He ran his hand from her hips up to her exposed back, stroking her lower vertebrae, eliciting a breathy moan from her.

Grace pressed her lips against Ben's as he teased her skin. The contact was light and almost unbearably exciting, she clenched her thighs together and Ben smiled in the dim candle haze. She pulled away gently as Ben's fingers drew a soft line up her spine and then began swirling circles along her shoulder blades. She speared the last mushroom and fed it to him, watching as his jaws chewed slowly, almost thoughtfully as he let the flavours caress his palate. She lightly dragged a nail along his throat, rubbing the stubble there the wrong way. 

"Time for dessert." Grace half-whispered then rose elegantly, crossing the kitchen fast, bringing back a platter with her. She once again settled on Ben's lap and his arm automatically circled her almost protectively. She used a knife to cut a sliver off and laid it on Ben's tongue. His brows contracted as he tried to place the flavours and he swallowed. 

"Brandy." His low voice resonated throughout the kitchen and sent shivers through Grace.

"Yes... That's one."

"Pear."

"Mhmm." Grace nodded, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Something sweet."

"Honey." Grace supplied. "To take the edge off."

"Delicious." Ben's fingers played with the tips of Grace's hair that hung against her breasts, his palm brushed against her nipple and it pearled immediately, Grace inhaling fast. He smiled and used his free hand to slip the velvet blindfold off of his eyes. Grace watched him, the corners of her lips turned up. He slid a hand under her legs and moved the other to support her back then stood up, pushing the chair out of his way with his foot. Grace wrapped an arm around his neck and bit his shoulder through his clothing, the layers of fabric fuzzy on her tongue.

Ben ascended the stairs and followed the candles to their bedroom where two small lamps dimly lit the space, with silky scarves laying over the top of them, one red, one purple. The effect was a flattering half-light. Ben slowly lowered Grace's legs to the floor and she released his neck then turned away. He leant down and pressed his hips against her shoulder, then grazed his teeth against the back of her neck. He felt a shudder run through her and smiled, kissing her once more before pulling at the knot that held her sparse halterneck dress up. The buttery material fell open in his hands and he slowly let the dress drop to the floor, leaving her in a pair of silky black knickers, heels and dark hold-ups. Ben shrugged off his suit jacket and let it join her dress.

"You look beautiful, you know that Grace?" His eyes were full of lust and she turned to return the gaze. Grace reached up and curled her fingers in Ben's hair, gently tugging his head down to hers and kissing him forcefully. He used his tongue to pry her teeth apart and deepened the kiss. He began crowding her into a corner and pinned her against the wall, bracing a hand either side of her temples. He pushed his hips against hers and she arched her back, moaning. Ben swallowed the sound as their tongues battled for dominance. Grace began to fervently pull at his tie, loosening the knot before dropping it on the floor. She clutched at a handful of his shirt, pulling his body closer to hers as she writhed against him.

Ben pulled away and stared at Grace, a blush had suffused her cheeks and she was breathing heavily, her blue eyes regarding him wildly. She made an inarticulate noise and pushed her pelvis towards his. He slid a hand down her arm and palmed her breast. She hissed in a breath and her eyes closed, a look of ecstasy transforming her face. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips and ground his hips into hers slowly. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder through his shirt and he smiled then dipped his head to kiss her neck and gently bite her throat. Grace moaned loudly and Ben's hand slid down to her hips, lightly trailing over her skin before pressing against her pussy, still sheathed in dark soft material. Grace exploded, panting and pushing hard against his hand, seeking the extra pleasure that would tip her over the edge. Ben pushed the wet silk aside and rubbed a long finger against her wet pussy. Grace's nails dug in even more as she cried out his name, orgasming. Ben waited for her pleasure to subside, noticing the tremble that affected her legs. She slowly opened her eyes and bit her lower lip, smiling wickedly at him.

Ben pulled her towards the bed and pushed her down onto it gently, her legs hanging off the edge. He knelt and eased off her high heels, smiling. His fingers slid up her legs and curled under the lace at the top of her hold-ups, slowly pulling them down, trailing kisses along her legs the entire time. As he reached her ankle he let his fingers tickle her feet a little, and then ran his tongue along her instep. He was rewarded with a loud moan and his name panted. His erection throbbed and he repeated the same treatment on her other leg. Ben wrapped his hands around her legs and pulled her further towards the edge. His fingers clasped the wisp of material covering her and pulled it from her. Her bare pussy was now on show to him. He leaned down, flicking his tongue against her clit. Grace's back arched and she called his name again. 

I love that. How responsive she is to the barest touch, Ben thought and proceeded to do it again. As he teased her, Grace writhed and begged Ben to hurry up. He knew she didn't really mean it and took an agonizing amount of time to finally push a long finger into her. Her muscles immediately clamped around him and he grazed his teeth against her clit again as he added another finger to the play. He stroked her gspot fast and washed his tongue over her sensitive bud again letting Grace orgasm intensely for the second time. Ben pulled away satisfied, watching Grace's body arch and shake as she rode the waves of her orgasm. He sucked his fingers clean and began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Grace's breathing was heavy; her chest shook as she dragged in noisy breaths. She seemed to glow and Ben's erection throbbed as he watched her. This delectable woman was drenched, for him. He threw his shirt on the floor and within seconds the rest of his clothing joined it. Grace opened her eyes, her lips lifting and eyes lighting with sheer carnal pleasure.

Tall, gorgeous, leanly muscled and mouth covered with me, Grace thought proudly. He's mine. She pulled her body upright and spread her fingertips over the muscles in Ben's stomach, toying with the sparse dark hair that led to his crotch. Her hand drifted south and wrapped around his thick erection. Her mouth watered and she leant down to breathe heavily on him. Ben shuddered, a low moan escaping his throat. Grace wound her hands round his hips and pulled him forward, sending more of his long cock into her hot mouth. She took more of him until she gagged and then pulled back slowly, swirling her tongue over him as one of her hands played with his balls, squeezing gently. Ben tunnelled his hands through Grace's hair, winding the strands around his fingers; she pulled him forward again and sent him entirely into her throat. He moaned again slowly pushing her away. 

"Stop baby, I'm too close." Grace looked up at him and smiled, wriggling back onto the bed until she was in the middle with her legs spread, welcoming him. Ben dropped to the bed and crawled up to her, leaning down to suck her raspberry colored nipple. Grace cried out, back arching as pleasure lanced through her. He flicked his tongue over the other too, enjoying Grace's screams. 

Her husky voice seemed even lower when she was aroused, "Ben, please, I want you so much...Please Ben..." She trailed off as he gently pinched her nipple whilst laving the other. Finally satisfied he'd aroused her enough he rubbed his penis against her soaking wet entrance. He hissed in a breath between clenched teeth and slowly entered her. Grace pushed her hips to him, sending him deeper as she pulled him to her in a wild kiss, their teeth clashing and tongues winding against each other. He pulled out slowly and inched in again, savouring her tightness, her utter arousal. Grace bit his collarbone and his control shattered. Ben pulled her wrists above her head and held them together as he slammed in and out of her. She cried out and raised her hips to meet him. She orgasmed for a third time, her inner walls tightening around his solid cock. Ben moaned again, growling Grace's name as he slid in and out of her, fuelling her arousal. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he could hold back no longer, slamming into her once more as he came heavily. He collapsed on top of her and she accepted his weight easily, blindly kissing his face softly. He slid his arms around her and rolled them over, Grace lying on Ben's chest enveloped by his broad shoulders.

"I missed you so much you know?" Ben's voice was a rumble that Grace could feel in her torso. He brushed a strand of hair back from her temple as she let herself sink into unconsciousness. He made her feel safe and warm. She rested her head in the hollow of his neck and drifted.

When she woke hours later Ben was stroking her hair lightly and humming softly. She recognized it as the song that had been on the piano recording earlier that evening. She pressed against him and found him erect again. Grace smiled, her own arousal rekindling as she circled her hand around him.

"So you're awake again?"

"I suppose so."

"Well I do wonder how we could possibly occupy ourselves?

"How indeed..."



Coming Home



When you get home - when you step through the door ... you hear a slight sound behind you and a hand covers your eyes. You are held tight. you know that you cannot escape. You hear a voice in your ear - hot breath and a tight beard tickling the side of your neck. "Don't scream. Don't struggle. Don't resist. Just relax."

You remain still as a silken scarf replaces the hand over your eyes and it is wrapped tight - not harming you but removing your ability to see who is there with you.

You feel hands caressing your body. Thankfully it is warm inside your house - he must have prepared by putting the heaters on ... anticipating what is to come.

The hands slider under your top and peel it upwards, careful not to disturb the scarf over your eyes as it is taken over your head.

You feel the clasp of your bra undone and it is removed. You can tell from the slight sound that it has been tossed aside. You shiver - not with cold but with anticipation. 

You try to wrap your arms around your naked top half, but they are taken together and another silken scarf is now wrapped around your wrists. No. Each wrist has a scarf attached. You wonder why.

You feel yourself being led through into the lounge and your waist bumps into the back of a soft chair. 

Once again the voice is in your ear "Lean forward." You lean and remember that on the arms of this chair are wooden knobs, large enough that when a scarf is tied around it will not come loose.

You grip the arms of the chair and your memory has told you what is now happening - as the scarves are tied, one on each side.

You are there. bent over the soft back of the chair. Your hands tied. Your top half naked. And your nipples are getting harder and harder.

You feel a body against you, his pelvis against your bum. You know this is a guy .. the guy? ... is there only one person here with you? ... you know this is a guy because as his pelvis presses against your bum you can feel him there - hard.

His hands begin to caress your back, running up and down your spine, feeling each ripple of your back, caressing each swirl, sliding a hand over your warm smooth skin.

The hands massage your neck, working into your shoulders, rolling the nape of your neck between his fingers. and as he massages you his lower body grinds gently against your bum. He moves your legs a little apart and your bum cheeks in your short skirt separate a little, and you can feel him there - even through the layers of clothing - between your cheeks.

The hands move down your sides and around, and each hand cups one of your naked breasts, and caresses, running fingers around and across and cradling your breast in the palm of his hands. He begins to roll your nipples, your hard nipples, between his fingers. and as he does he begins to plant kisses up and down your spline, kissing you, and letting his tongue loose to lick the skin up and down your back.

His hands slide down towards your waist then out and rest on your hips. He loosens the clasp and slides a zipper down then with one hand on each side he slides your skirt down, down, over your hips and legs. You lift one leg, then the other and then the skirt joins the top and bra on the floor beside you.

He traces the line of your thong, across the back, then draws a line down between the cheeks of your but, pressing lightly so that underneath you can feel the pressure of his finger - touching you through the fabric of the thong.

His hands move around to the front and one hand cups your pussy, gently squeezing, rhythmically moving and letting his fingers tease across the thin fabric of the thong.

One finger slides across the edge of the fabric, then inside, and his finger is touching your hot wet pussy lips. Oh you are so wet! The finger moves back and forward across your lips inside the thong, teasing and caressing you.

The hands move again to your hips and, grasping the thong, peel it downwards. yo can hardly wait to kick it away and - without any instruction - you spread your legs wide.

you sense that he has knelt behind you. If this were an assailant who you wanted to remove you could easily kick back and disable him now.

Instead you wait.

You feel his hands on the cheeks of your bum. one on each side. The you feel the heat of his breath coming closer to your pussy. He begins to blow across your wet pussy, and the shivers and tingles run through your body.

He comes closer. You feel the tip of a tongue begin to tease into you, gentle licks of your lips, then firmer, licking up and down, u and down, reaching in to run across your clitoris, running up deep between your lips and continuing up between the cheeks of your bum, held a little apart by his hands. How far do you want him to lick? You bend over deeper, and so your bum opens wider, inviting him to lick you everywhere, to let his tongue explore you, to dive and delve inside you.

He licks

up and down, tasting you, drinking you in

on and on and on and on

until you begin to shudder and shake

and the familiar tingling in your pussy, deep within, begins to crash across you in waves

and with his face pressed between your cheeks and his tongue wiggling deep inside your pussy you begin to moan, and cum and cum and cum over his face.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

If you were not bent over, supported where you are then your knees would have folded and you would be unable to stand.

You feel him move away and hear the soft clink of a belt being undone, the sound of clothes being removed.

He is there again - behind you. hands on your hips. and what you had felt before, hard against you through the layers of clothing, is there again, harder and with nothing as a barrier. 

You feel the head ride up and down between your lips, gathering the moisture of your climax, coating him.Then he is there, His head pressed at the entrance, your most intimate place.

Slowly, luxuriating in each movement, he begins to slide inside you. Holding your hips he rocks back and forward until his hips rest against your bum and he is deep inside you. you are impaled, filled, taken.

He begins to move. His hips rock back and forward, and with each thrust as his body comes towards yours you thrust back to meet him, plunging him deeper into you.

faster

faster

faster he plunges

you can hear the air being forced from his lungs as he thrusts deep inside you, and his moaning is matching your own.

He plunges, throbbing, deep into your body.

On and on

again and again

faster

deeper 

harder

until you sense that he is close

and you match his fury as he thrusts even faster

your bodies sliding against each other.

Until

until with a cry and a deep moan 

he begins to climax inside you

deep inside

you can feel him there

his seed spurting deep inside your body

mingling with the moisture of your climax

filling you

for a moment you both rest there, his body draped over yours, hearts beating.

Then he leans forward and removes the scarves on your hands

stands you up and turns you around. removing the scarf across your eyes.

He kisses you deeply then says, with a smile - "welcome home!"



Coming Home



Nadine knew that staying at Sandals Negril was not the most realistic reintroduction to her island homeland, but she had left Jamaica twenty years before and her childhood memories had seemed magical the more she had indulged them. So, she had not hesitated when the opportunity to return to the island had come up. She got into the coach at the Donald Sangster International, and leaned back, smiling, preparing to enjoy the ride to the resort; the start of her homecoming.

She noticed a young man boarding the bus a short time after she did. He was tall, athletic-looking and had unruly brown hair, a contrast to her nearly shaven head. He smiled vaguely at her as he passed by, casual acknowledgement that they were going to the same destination. She closed her eyes to screen out the world, to de-stress, and to think about how it was that she came to be here in Jamaica after so long.

"Am I disturbing you, Miss?"

The voice was soft, but melodious. It was something more than suitable for a career in radio; and Nadine's eyes sprang open. She smiled. It was the young man whom she had noticed earlier.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you, but someone in the back of the bus has begun Happy Hour early."

He jerked his head toward a large, beefy man who was clearly already the worse for drink. He shook his head disapprovingly and grimaced.

"No, you haven't really disturbed me. I was just thinking about something."

"Ahhh. A thinker! I like you already! I hope you won't mind if I sit here next to you. Beyond telling you that I'm Andy, short for Andrew, I promise not to say too much to distract you."

"I'm not as antisocial as all that! We're on holiday aren't we?"

"Wow! Holiday? I thought that I was on vacation. Have you ever been here on the island before?"

The man's cheeky grin took the sting out of his joke at her expense, and Nadine found herself chuckling. One couldn't be a top-notch marketing consultant without developing a thickish skin and Nadine was at the top of her game. Indeed, it was why she had made the trip to Jamaica in the first place.

"Actually, yes, I was here a very long time ago. I am Jamaican, but I left here as a child. This is my first visit back."

"Your first visit back since childhood; and you're doing the tourist traps?"

"I won the trip in a competition at my office. I'm going to see if I can get away to see if I can find my relatives." 

"If you don't mind my saying so, you don't sound too sure about doing that. I've been here many, many, many times. In fact, I live here now. Jamaica's worth seeing. The people are great! You shouldn't miss out on the opportunity to reconnect with your roots."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Nothing! Nothing! The choices you make in life are none of my business; but I hope that we run into each other at the hotel. I'd enjoy showing you around. I may not have been born here like you, but this is my home now, and I'm proud of it. I like showing it off."

True to his word, Andy didn't say very much else during the trip and Nadine was left in peace to enjoy the scenery of the Jamaican countryside: lush, multi-hued green foliage even during the Summer was juxtaposed against gaily-coloured buildings, each heralding its owner's personality. This was all set against a seemingly endless backdrop of sparkle on the azure waters of the Caribbean. Nadine found herself becoming more and more excited with each passing minute, her nose pressed firmly against the window of the coach.

Although Andy left her alone to enjoy the ride for the most part, it was obvious that he was watching her since he was able to point out a couple interesting landmarks and relate the occasional anecdote about some occurrence in Jamaica's history that happened wherever they happened to be passing. He did not overwhelm her with information, but rather kept it interesting enough that she wanted to know more. She thought that he would make a great tour guide for the hotel; and she wondered for the first time, who he really was. Nadine was very impressed and so when he reminded her that he hoped to see her during her week on the island she agreed that she would like to meet with him and perhaps buy him a drink, as payment for his kindness.

They agreed to meet on her verandah for breakfast the next morning and Andy arrived armed with a small basket of fruit and flowers that he had ordered from room service. He was at his most charming, telling funny stories about his life and even singing a song for her and Nadine laughed as she had never done before. Andy extended an invitation for her to join him for some kayaking in the Caribbean, and wanting to reward him some more, for being so sweet during breakfast, Nadine agreed. Again, she enjoyed herself thoroughly and couldn't believe that she was the person who had planned to lounge around in bed and, perhaps, take a couple of the organised tours during her trip. She had felt guilty about not committing to seeing her relatives while on the island, but decided that she was on her first real summer holiday since joining he workforce and that it was best to keep the experience as light as possible.

They spent the entire morning together and Andy seemed to be genuinely disappointed by her refusal to join him either on an excursion to the Kool Runnings Water Park or for some sailing and water skiing that afternoon, but Nadine had had to chide herself for wanting to break out skipping on several occasions during the day. She decided to slow down and get some of the rest that she told herself that she needed. This all-consuming excitement was foreign to her and scared her a little.

Andy seemed to take the hint and didn't bother her during the morning of her second day at the resort; and Nadine found that she missed him! She wasn't coy, therefore, when he called her room and invited her to join him for lunch. They met at Dino's and then he rented a car so that they spent the afternoon hiking together in the hills surrounding Negril. It was a pleasant reminder about what rural life in Jamaica was really like and Nadine found herself thinking about her family home in Alexandria. Drinks, dancing, chatting and watching the high-divers and the sunset at Rick's Café made the evening perfect. On day three they rented rackets for a quick game of squash that Andy won easily since Nadine had never played before. He grinned at her toothily as he had always done, but it was the first time that Nadine saw the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her. It took her breath away.

"You're a very brave girl, Nads! I like that! I would have expected you to run screaming when the game got underway; but you actually got better toward the end there," he said as he turned away from her quickly. It wasn't quickly enough though to hide the fact that he had become slightly aroused and Nadine felt oddly flattered. "Tell me what else you haven't done before. I want to make this a holiday that you'll never forget."

She was sure that she'd never forget that day since it was her first snorkeling lesson on a beach at the south end of the resort as well. It was no surprise to her that Andy was an accomplished scuba diver. He remained behind with her and the other beginners, and earned himself many friends because of his loud applause and congratulatory cheers when any of the newbies did something right.

"Your husband is such a darling!" one woman gushed to Nadine. "You are such a lucky girl! Are you on your honeymoon?"

To her surprise, Nadine found that she didn't want to correct the woman's erroneous assumptions about her relationship with Andy. The lady was right, she felt very lucky to have him around; especially when he won the guest talent show that evening with his rendition of 'Ain't No Sunshine' and did another Bill Withers song, 'Lovely Day' and Al Green's 'Love and Happiness' for his encore presentations; a white boy with serious soul. 

"Who are you, Andy? And why have you booked into an All-Inclusive resort if you always do your own thing while here?" she asked sometime during their fourth day together. It was happy hour and Andy had taken them to sample the drinks in the Paradise Beach bar. They had eschewed the dolphin encounter and the climb up Dunn's River and driven up to Greenmile to spend a great morning discussing Jamaican music and the deeper things of life with the Rasta musicians there. They had wend their way back to the hotel slowly and had planned to do a little riding until it was time for dinner.

"I'm learning from the best," he said simply. "I bought my own little hotel; my FIRST hotel, about five years ago. I'm going to own a chain someday. I want to see how the best in the business do it and the studies that I've read all suggest that the very best All-Inclusives in the world are found right here in Jamaica. The concept was invented here you know," he grinned proudly. 

"I studied hotel and tourism management in college, but I think that learning what the guests feel like in places like this will give me a better perspective on the product. My place is nice, but we're not Sandals or SuperClubs! Not yet, anyway. You know what I mean?"

Nadine did know what he meant. It was the first time that she had seen him look so serious. She believed him when he said that he would own his own chain of hotels someday.

"Beach volleyball and the assorted water sports are nice," Andy declared. "But I want to provide something beyond a summer lovin' experience for my guests."

"You want them to connect with the place?"

Andy looked at her strangely; whistfully.

"I guess," he said softly.

His beautiful voice caressed the words and Nadine forgot that she was going to offer the argument that All-Inclusives prevented people from seeing the real country around them. She thought that he would have genuine talent in an eco-tourism venture, but, as he had said before, the choices that he made were none of her business.

"Then I'm sorry to be distracting you from your research," she murmured.

"Not at all! I've enjoyed this more than I thought possible. I've done this before; both here and in a couple of the other islands, but you weren't there," he smiled as he said this so Nadine wasn't sure if he was flirting or trying to be funny.

"What do you have planned for tomorrow?" she asked.

"It's your turn to choose."

"I don't think so. I'd planned to spend my mornings lounging by the pool and my evenings lounging by the beach. I thought that an occasional visit to the spa and a trip to Margaritaville would break that up. Somehow I don't see you doing any of those things."

"And you'd be right about that!"

"Why don't we see what you've learned in snorkelling class and then we can rent a couple of jet skis or you can take a real plunge and come driving with me."

Even though she had just met him, Nadine found the thought of having him all to herself very appealing.

The annual Denbeigh Agricultural Show was not where Nadine expected to find herself when she woke up that morning! Still, she was fascinated by the kaleidoscope of Jamaican cultural that she saw. She had heard her parents speak of the event, and found it unbelievable that she was there in the flesh. 

She would have been happy to spend the day there sampling the food and the music, chatting with people and watching the show-jumping, but Andy rushed her through a tour of the venue and told her that he had much more planned for her for her to see. She was curious, but as enchanted about the long drive along the mountain roads as she had been on their way along the coast to the hotel four days earlier. 

"Where are we going?"

"Alexandria," he said quietly.

"What?" Nadine's eyes opened wide.

"We're not going to barge in on your family, we're just going to see the old churches and then make our way back along the coast so that we can swing by Falmouth. I thought that you should see more of the real Jamaica while here; since God alone knows when you'll be back." 

Nadine broke down weeping at the sight of the gravestones of her grandparents. These symbols of her roots in the place were too much for her, and she doubted, not for the first time, where she really belonged. She was great at her job and winning the trip to the island had been a testament to that.

Andy stepped back, apparently to allow her privacy, but she didn't want it, and she ended up clinging to him; her face in his chest, his in her hair.

The drive back and dinner at Kimonos that night were sombre. Andy tried to keep her entertained, but she felt a sense of loss that she couldn't explain.

"I'm sorry that I spoiled your holiday, Nadine. I guess I didn't think things through before taking you there."

"You're leaving aren't you?" she asked suddenly.

"I beg your pardon"

"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Yes, it's back to the real world for me, I'm afraid," he smiled, sadly. "It was really nice meeting you though." 

"I want to come stay at your hotel with you; if that is possible."

She couldn't read the expression on his face, and for the first time, she wondered if he had lied to her about owning his own hotel.

"What's the matter?" she asked suspiciously.

"Apart from the fact that I'm amazed that you'd leave the delights of Sandals behind, I have a zero tolerance policy about staff fraternizing with guests, sexually," he hesitated over the word before continuing breathlessly. "And so it couldn't be the same as it has been here."

"We haven't had sex here, Andy, and I'm only talking about three days."

"True, but..."

"What's the matter? Are you really a gigolo who preys on innocent women who come to the islands on holiday? No, don't tell me, you're married!"

"What? No! You've misunderstood me! It's just that I really do have sex on my mind where you're concerned, but I didn't want to put myself in a situation where I'd act on it before you were ready," he said sheepishly. 

"You're trying to be a gentleman for a change?"

"Something like that."

"Are you for real? Men don't behave like that!"

"That's something of a generalisation, of course. I just wanted things to be memorable for you in a good way. Not the stereotypical girl-goes-on-holiday-in-Jamaica-and-gets-screwed-by-a-native fare." 

"Well, you're not really a native are you; and you being the white half of this couple takes it out of the realm of that fantasy already," Nadine laughed.

Nadine could not believe her eyes when Andy turned into the discrete gates of a palatial building along the coast road in Portland and acknowledged the wave of the sentry. 

"Home Sweet Home," he whispered, shyly as he turned off the ignition.

"It's beautiful!" Nadine exclaimed. "This must have cost you millions to buy!"

"Not really, it went into receivership so I got it for pennies on the dollar."

"It's stunning!"

"Thanks! I am very proud of it. I've put everything that I have into this venture, so I need it to work. So have you decided how it's going to be? Are you staying with me, or as a guest in the hotel?"

Nadine chose to be his guest and so he led her to a set of cottages discretely off to the side of the main building.

"This would be your room," he said, indicating a small room that was obviously a spare.

Next to the one that she had just left in Negril this was very plain but Nadine could not have been happier.

"Come here," Andy swept her into a tight hug and kissed her gently. "I am really glad you came. I wanted to show you my place, but didn't want to freak you out by being too pushy. I can't even tell you how I felt when you asked to come with me."

He let her go abruptly and stepped away to open the windows for her. 

"You can unpack and then let us get something to eat," he said brusquely.

He showed her around the property after a light lunch in one of his three restaurants but was forced to leave her to her own devices shortly after that when one of his staff members called him away.

"Please, explore; make yourself at home." 

He returned to her about five hours later, too tired for very much else but crawling into bed. Nadine could see that he was trying to put a good face on for her though and so she sent him to his shower and ordered something from one of the restaurants. Expecting delivery in half an hour she decided to join him in his shower, scrub his back for him so to speak. 

"What are you doing, Nads," Andy groaned when she stepped into the shower behind him and spooned up, fondling his rapidly hardening cock. "You're leaving in three days! You really want to start something now?"

"It depends on what we want to start. I..."

Her words were stifled by the hard press of Andy's mouth on hers when he turned suddenly and seized her. She could feel his cock between their bodies. It left no doubt about what he wanted. He was very hard and ready for her.

"Are you sure?" he asked harshly.

He spun her around and pressed her roughly into the wall of the shower when she nodded her head. The water cascading down on them from the shower head felt good; almost wild as he held her firmly and pushed into her from behind. 

'Oh fuck!" he groaned as he see-sawed violently in and out of her. 

There was nothing romantic about their first coupling. It was obvious that he had wanted to do this for some time and now that he had the opportunity he couldn't control his lust.

"I am so sorry," he whispered when he came down a little from his climax. "I'm not usually such an animal, but I've had this little ache almost since the moment I met you." 

He kissed her back and neck gently and washed her off like a prized possession. He dried her in a warm, fluffy towel and then, lifting her, took her to his room to his bed.

The knock on the door startled them both.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I ordered food!" Nadine exclaimed.

Andy's eyes opened wide and the giggled as he hurriedly pulled on a pair of trousers and a polo shirt. He closed the doors of both bedrooms and then went to get their meals. The waiter was inclined to chat, telling him about what had happened on the property during the ten days that he had been away, and Andy didn't rush him.

"I'm sorry about that, but this is my livelihood," he said when he released Nadine from her hiding place. "I encourage the staff to tell me things. I want them to show initiative when things come up, but I still want to know what's happening around me." 

"That's fine," Nadine said graciously. "I'm serious about my work too when I'm home."

Oddly enough, they spent the rest of the evening talking about their work. They had not done so before, for all the time that they had spent chatting with each other. Nadine wouldn't have thought it possible while enjoying her first holiday so much that she could be so nostalgic about the office.

"Couldn't you talk to your boss about opening a branch of your company here? Or maybe you could just start something on your own? I'd hire you and I'm sure that a bunch of other people would too!"

"I'll think about it. I promise."

She couldn't really remember when the conversation segued into speculation about her moving back to Jamaica permanently. The idea scared but intrigued her. She couldn't believe that she had invested so much in making herself professionally and financially secure and that one carefree week in Jamaica could make her want to undo all that. She hadn't even smoked anything!

Nadine giggled suddenly.

"What?"

"Nothing really; I was just thinking about the fact that you haven't even offered me a spliff."

"Wow! Another stereotype about the island! We don't all smoke marijuana."

"You keep saying we; aren't you from New York?"

"Yes, but this is my home now. I'm on permanent holiday here. Don't get me wrong, we work hard, but somehow it doesn't feel like work since we're conscious of building a brand, just like the people over at Sandals."




Coming Home



"Then you shouldn't be copying their product."

"Excuse me?"

"If you want to have a distinctive brand then going on field trips to the All-Inclusives is a waste of your time. You have shown me a great time this week. You're very good at showing people the 'real' Jamaica. You ought to build a brand based on that strength. Seriously, the Jamaican Diaspora would pay big money for what you have done for me this week. I'm thinking about buying property here on the island so that I can come back."

Andy froze. It was obvious that he didn't know what to think. 

"Seriously, you would live here?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves! I could come here for Summer holidays, but I have a career that I can't abandon just like that."

"Okay," Andy smiled at her speculatively.

When he took her back to Sandals three days later to catch her bus back to the airport there was an awkward moment when he refused to accept her offer to pay for the entire rental of the car. 

"You can pay for it when you come back," he said, simply.

"So how are you getting back to Portland?" 

"I'll catch a bus back. I'll be there in three hours."

He kissed her forehead and slipped his card into her hand.

"Call me," he whispered before he turned and walked away without even looking back.

'Andy, where have you got to?' Nadine typed. 'I missed you last night. I miss you right now. Roll over and put your head on my shoulder and tell me what you're thinking! I want to feel your body and to listen to your heart beat.'

Their late night internet romance had blossomed immediately after she got home. She had e-mailed him to let him know that she had got home safely and he had been awake and responded immediately. It had been a pleasant chat and so they did it again the next evening and the next. It was now a habit that neither of them wanted to give up even eight months after her departure. Nadine had already booked her ticket to return to the island again during the summer, but this time she had made reservations at Andy's hotel.

'We're so cliché, Andy!' she typed. "A man and woman meet on holiday in Jamaica during the summer. We have fun! We have romance! She leaves for home! The romance continues long distance! She returns next summer and decides to stay with him for better or worse, in sickness or in health... etc... Do you believe that something as corny as that can work?'

'I do. I guess I was hoping that you did too.'

'Look, don't get me wrong, I've had the best time ever this year. I honestly do love you, but walking away from everything? Leaving my career behind? My life?'

'You know that you belong here! With me! I left everything behind nine years ago to settle in Jamaica and look at me now! I came here for my summer holiday and never left either! We could have a good life together, Nads! I have the hotel and you could have your own marketing firm. I wouldn't get in your way and I'd even hire you to promote my property for me. A genuine client! And when my friends see how well you've done for me they'd come on board too. I guarantee it!'

Nadine laughed out loud when she read this. She wanted to say 'yes', but the word kept sticking in her throat. 

'Look, I'm not a saint, Nads. I missed you and so I rushed straight into the arms of a woman I know, but it wasn't as good as I remembered. I can't explain it, but you and me, we felt right. I have a dream for my life here and I kept seeing you in it. That has never happened to me before.'

Nadine looked at her screen. She remembered when Andy had told her about beginning an affair with an old friend. She remember how jealous she had been, but she had tried to stamp her feelings down, remembering that it was she who was reluctant to start anything permanent with him.

She remembered it all. 

She picked up her phone and dialled the number that she knew by heart now. The hotel did beach weddings, didn't it? It was one of the features of the big All-Inclusives that Andy had chosen to retain. Nadine had decided. She was going to go get her man; she called Andy to tell him that she was coming home.



Coming Home



It was about 4pm when he phoned her. "Hey sweetie, how are you?" he asked as she answered the phone, her voice was warm and loving when she said hi and that she was fine, just missing him so much. He had been away for 3 days on business and he was due to fly back this evening. Her voice also gave away a hint of excitement, hoping she would see him when he got back.

"I want to see you tonight my angel" he replied, "but I have something I want you to do for me." 

Elisabeth gasped slightly at the request and with a slight nervousness in her voice asked, "What baby?"

"I want you to be ready by 8pm, I will come and pick you up and I want you to wear stockings, heels and that leather coat of yours, the long one... and nothing else" Henry said calmly. This made Elisabeth gasp again and after a moment's silence she whispered out "ok... but" 

Henry cut her off there and told her to do this for him, he would explain his plans for the evening later and then told her that he was about to board the aircraft and he would chat to her later. 

When he hung up he knew her mind would be all over the place but that she would be ready for him, probably very anxious and that the next 4 hours would cause her mind to race to so many conclusions.

They had known each other for about two years, talking regularly and found that they were perfect for each other but due to life, they were kept apart for way to long. She had only been home for about 2 months and they had spent every waking moment they could together. They loved each other completely and being together was like living a fairytale, the one they had both been craving for so long.

At 8pm she heard his keys unlock the front door. She was standing in the passage, all the lights in the house was off and she was ready, he wondered how long she had been waiting there for him but did not ask. He walked up to her and kissed her passionately, she tasted so good and smelled wonderful. After the passionate kiss she quickly looked him over, he was wearing a black suit and a white shirt with a red tie, he was such a stunning man and every time she looked at him she could not believe how lucky she was to have him in her life. His build was cuddly, not too big but his slightly overweight frame was also covered with tight muscles and she always felt safe in his arms. He took her hand and led her out and locked the front door behind them. He looked at her, her coat was buttoned all the way to the top but he knew she would have followed his instructions.

He led her down the 4 stairs to the pathway leading to the gate at the front of her house and then stopped her, reaching in his jacket pocket he took out a black silk scarf and placed it over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

"Does that feel ok?" he asked, she adjusted it a little and said yes, it's fine. "From now on there is no more talking ok?" She wanted to say yes but stopped herself and just nodded. They had played games like this before and when one was in control the other one submitted to their will. 

They were not heavy into BDSM but they enjoyed playing and being kinky, both taking turns in being the dominant one... but tonight there was no doubt who was in charge. 

Elisabeth thought of this and frowned a little as she was led to the car, she was not sure if she was sure she wanted him to be in control tonight. He had been gone so long and her hands were itching to play with her personal playground but if this is how the evening was to start then she knew her hands would not be touching much and definitely not in the ways she wanted.

He led her to the passenger side of the car and opened the door and helped her in. The smell of the car was different, something was different but she could not put her finger on it, probably just her senses heightened because of the blindfold she thought. She heard Henry get into the car as well and then the engine starting. Once again the noise was different... could it all be because of her senses being on high alert because of the lack of vision?

Her vision was completely cut off but sharp lights did light up the material slightly, allowing her to distinguish between very light and very dark places. As they drove she could sense as they drove under each of the street lights and she was in her mind counting the turns and working out where they were. She had been to his place many times so she knew the route well enough to know how far away they were.

After the first 5 minutes she felt his hand against the top of the coat. "I think we should play a little game" he said as she felt his hand undo the top button. "Every 5 minutes I am going to undo a button and we will see if we run out of buttons before we get to our destination.

As the first button was undone she felt the fresh evening air blow over the top of her cleavage. Her heart started beating faster, she knew parts of the way home was well lit and by the time they got there anyone around the car could get a very good view of her exposed body. She wanted to blurt out an objection but his command of her silence hit home.

About three quarter of the way to his home and several buttons later, Elisabeth was feeling rather exposed, her breasts were only partly covered by the coat and the buttons were undone to below her belly button. At this rate she would be completely exposed a few kilometers before they got to his place. This was causing a strange feeling of nervousness mixed with excitement, not knowing who might see her in this vulnerable position other than her man. This strange feeling was also stirring a unexpected arousal... she could smell as her wetness started to fill the air as her juices started flowing out of her pussy.

Suddenly she felt the car leave the motorway, followed by a few stops and turns. She was confused, this was not the way to his house but he told her she could not speak. Where was he taking her, what was his plans?

She felt the second last button being undone just as they left the motorway and her pussy was so wet, her juices flowing down her legs and down the crack of her ass. There was only one more button hiding her wetness from his view... and anyone else close to the car.

Her sweet scent was hanging in the air of the car, filling her censes and she was hoping his two but Henry did not say a word. They rounded a corner when his hand reached over and undid the last button, the coat felt like it fell completely off of her body, exposing herself completely. She sat there in the moving car, hands clenched to the seat as she felt the coat drop to her sides and a soft moan escaped from her lips. Henry's hand ran over her breast, pinching the nipple slightly before sliding his fingers over her tummy and down over her clit and her wet pussy. Her legs spread a little from the sensation and it felt like a small orgasm washed over her as he touched her so gently. A loud moan escaped her lips which caused Henry to laugh softly. He was obviously enjoying her torturous ride.

She felt the car slow down to almost what she thought was a stop and then slowly turn. She felt a bump like they were going up a driveway and then stop. The squeaking sound of moving steal next rung out and then the car started moving again, slowly for a few seconds and then stopped.

She heard Henry turn off the engine and open the car door and felt the car move slightly as he got out. The door closed and then her door opened. As it did the one side of her coat fell all the way away from her leg, revealing her gorgeous body to his view, her legs were covered by the long stockings, stopping at her upper thighs. Her mound was shaved smooth and her lips were so swollen, she thought to herself she is sure he can see her wetness in what ever light was lighting her body up. Her one breast was now completely exposed while the other was partly covered although she could feel both her nipples were exposed to his view, the tight buds felt so stiff that it was painful in the evening air.

He could see the confused look on her face. Where were they? Who else was there? What was his plan? But Henry kept quiet, only taking her hand and helping her up out of the car.

He led her over some slightly uneven but hard ground, her heels causing a clacking noise on them, probably bricks or cobble stones or something she thought to herself. He led her up a few stairs slowly, only about 3, far less than he had leading into his place and then several paces until he told her to stop. 

She heard him fumbling with a few keys and then unlocked a door and led her inside. She could see a slight flickering light and hear the crackle of wood, from the direction of the flickering light she could feel a bit of heat as well, it was a good feeling on her cool skin from the night air.

He told her to stay right there and as she did she heard his footsteps over the wooden floor as he walked away, suddenly she heard a loud pop and then the sound of liquid running. Then she heard a clicking sound, each one accompanied with a flash of light.

She knew he was taking pictures, they had spoken about it so many times and she had allowed him to photograph her a few times in the past but never like this. It was always in private, always in a place she knew and only after she consented to it, this was none of those although she did not object. She loved him and trusted him with her life... and if she had to be really honest with herself, she was getting so turned on by what all he was doing, she did not even care if there was anyone else watching.

She wanted to be his, to be his playground.

She heard him put something down and then walk up behind her, he took off her coat and moved away from her. She stood there, just waiting for a few seconds and then heard the clicking again and saw the flashes through the silk scarf.

"Turn around... slowly" his voice commanded and she did. She was acutely aware of her exposed body, her wetness running down her legs as she slowly turned around for him. She could hear the clicks and see the flashes of the camera as she did. Once she had turned all the way around and was once again facing what she thought was the same direction she started from, she heard him put down what must be the camera and walk over to her. He told her to reach out her hand and placed a glass of Champaign in it. The cold glass was a slight shock to her sensitive fingers. It was like every other sense in her body was on fire with her eyesight no longer available to her.

She sipped on the liquid and as she did she felt his fingers gently run over her right breast, causing her body to jerk slightly, the sensation was so wonderful. 

"You trust me hey?" he whispered to her softly. She took another quick sip before blurting out, "I do" and then gulping down the rest of the Champaign... suddenly remembering that she was not told she could speak yet. She felt his hand cup and caress the cheek of her ass but surprisingly he just laughed softly and whispered, "I have not told you that you can speak yet have I?" She was expecting punishment for her breaking of the rules but he just squeezed her ass.

He took the glass from her and then took her by the hands and led her a few paces, closer to the fire. He turned her and told her to sit down. As he helped her down she felt the cooler feel of leather on her ass as she sat down on a smooth flat surface. It had a bit of give, lightly padded but still a hard bench. He pulled her legs apart and moved it either side of the bench and then she felt him tie her ankles with straps. They were soft and warm but they were designed to keep her legs in place, there was no doubt about that. 

Once both her legs were tied he told her to lay back and get comfortable. The bench was long, a bit wider than her shoulders and was fairly comfortable. He took her hands and stretched her arms out behind her and she felt him tie them down too. 

Here she was laying, on her back, her legs spread, all her most sensitive areas exposed to who knows how many, her pussy was sopping wet and her nipples were as hard as two little diamond rocks. She was so excited, unsure of what he had planned but so excited none the less. She trusted him.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

She nodded yes

"You can speak" he said softly

"Yes" she whispered

"Where are we baby?" she asked but he did not say anything, he just picked up the camera again and took a few more pictures of her exposed body before answering... "Somewhere special"

This was not helping her place where she was but moments later her mind was ripped away from her thoughts as he gently ran a feather duster over her left nipple.

The sensation was so unexpected that her body tensed as if she had been shocked by electricity. "OH MY GOD" she screamed out between clenched teeth. Her lips parted to say more but before she could she felt the feather duster run over her other breast. As he let the feather duster slide over her nipple he whispered to her softly, "no more talking."

A long moan erupted out of her while he gently ran the feather duster over her breasts one by one, tracing circles around her hard nipples before tracing a trail over her tummy and over each side of her hips.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

Her head nodded yes.

But he did not bring it back to her body, her face pouted in her disapprovement of him withholding the feeling of the soft touch to her body. Suddenly she felt a sharp cold sensation on her left nipple as a drop of water ran off of the ice cube he was gently holding over her nipple. Her body twitched almost violently at the feeling of the cold drop. She had barely enough time to get use to the feeling before feeling a second cold drop on her right nipple. 

The coldness was painful on her sensitive flesh and as suddenly as the cold had hit her rock hard little buds she felt the warmness of his mouth on them, sucking away the cold water.

The sensation along with the unknown of what was happening next was driving her crazy. When his mouth had licked away the cold water he moved away. She laid there, trying to work out what was next. She heard him moving a few feet away. What was he up to she wondered. Then she heard him move closer. 

She suddenly felt something warm press against her lips, tracing them. She instinctively pushed out her tongue and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum from the tip of his cock. As she pushed her tongue out he pulled away. She greedily licked off ever drop on her lips and then pouted her face again, wanting more. He once again ran the head of his cock over her lips and as soon as her tongue came out to lick him he pulled away, disappointing her once again. He could see she was getting frustrated. She wanted to taste him, lick him, get him back for everything he was doing to her and he just would not let her. 

She felt something brush against her lips again and this time she had a plan, quickly opening her mouth and lifting her head, allowing the object to enter her mouth and allow her to suck on him but as she did she was disappointed to find it was not his cock, instead only his finger.

She still wanted to suck on him badly and if she could not suck his cock she was determined to show him what he was missing, she hungrily and greedily sucked on his finger until he pulled it from between her lips.

She smiled naughtily, pleased with herself but it only took moments for her smile to disappear as she suddenly felt a sharp stinging cold pain on her clit as he dropped a drop of ice water from an ice cube right on her swollen love button. She gasped for air and wanted to scream out. 

When her body started to relax again he gently ran the ice cube over her swollen pussy lips, the sensation of the cold ice cube on her tender flesh made her squirm around but she could not pull away from it and he let it gently run around all over her pussy, spreading her outer lips and letting the cold wet block melt away on her warm folds of skin.

The ice cube melted in seconds in the heat from between her legs and he quickly replaced his mouth with where the cold ice cube had been stroking her tender flesh.

The sensation of such cold and then replaced with the heat of his hungry mouth made her squirm and thrash as a huge orgasm rocked her body, making her juices flow out of her and forced her to release a long quivering moan. 

As he sat up he wiped her juices off of his mouth, it looked like he had been eating a very juicy fruit and the look on his face was one of pure excitement and joy for making her cum for him like that.

He stepped away and she heard the clicking of the camera again. Her breath was still rapid and her chest was rising and falling with every breath, her breasts almost swaying on top of her at the rate of her breathing.

After a few pictures and a few moments to allow her to regain her breath he told her to lift her ass off of the couch. She did and as she did she felt him slide something under her lower back, lifting her ass even more off of the couch. 

"Lay down again, is that comfortable?" he asked her

She nodded again yes.

He then pulled something along the ground and she heard him move to between her legs. She felt a cool liquid run onto her smooth mound, just above her clit and ran down her pussy and over her asshole.

She then felt his finger gently rub her clit for a few seconds... it felt so good for her but soon his finger moved further down, running thorough her pussy lips and then she felt his finger gently run over her asshole.

They had spoken about anal sex and she had always wanted to try it but she had never trusted someone enough to do it with them. She had told him that she wanted to do it with him but they never seemed to get around to it and here he was, gently pressing his finger on her sensitive asshole, the feeling was strange but exciting, she felt a new flood of juices push out of her pussy just from the touch of his finger and her whole body shuddered.

"Oh my god" she let loose out between clenched teeth. 

This time she had definitely broken his rule of silence and she did not care. She felt his finger pull away and she was almost ready to moan out loud for him to put it back there then she felt his cock push into her dripping pussy. It caused her to moan out loudly as he quickly stroked in and out of her. His strokes were deep, quick and with purpose and as quickly as he entered her he pulled out of her and allowed his hard member to slap over her pussy and clit, causing her body to twitch and pull away and making her gasp for air. She bit her bottom lip not to scream out to him and just as quickly as he started he stopped and moved away. 

Every inch between her legs felt like it was on fire, she wanted him back there but she could not sense him anywhere near her. Then suddenly she felt a stinging feeling on her ass cheek as she felt his hand spank her, the sensation of the burning desire between her legs and his hand placed firmly on her bottom made her gasp for air once more. 

His hand remained there... the spank was not sore but unexpected. His hand was now massaging her firm bottom where he just spanked her as she heard his voice, "No talking... remember?"

The question was rhetorical and as she pondered it she felt his hand move away from her ass. She felt something push on her lips and she instinctively opened her mouth.

Henry was pushing his cock into her mouth, feeding her his hard shaft, still dripping from her wetness mixed with the subtle hit of the strawberry lubricant.

She hungrily sucked and licked at his manhood and suddenly had to gasp as she felt his finger again gently running over her asshole.

"Do you like that?" he asked as his finger made slow circles around her sensitive sphincter. This time she nodded slowly, his cock still in her mouth.

Elisabeth could not believe the feeling of his gentle touches. She loved it. In the past she had played with her ass before, even slipping a dildo into her sensitive asshole but it had never felt so intense before. His touches were driving her crazy and making her only want more. 




Coming Home



While she was sucking on him, trying to concentrate on what she was doing and finding it almost impossible with his gentle touches on her ass she felt her orgasm building up even more intensely than before. She was pinned down, sucking on him and could not move, pull away or do anything. He suddenly felt her sucking get harder and her moans grow louder as she came.

Elisabeth's ass was contracting and relaxing as her orgasm washed over her, he could feel it through his gentle touch, her legs started shaking, her sucking got harder and harder... as if she was trying to muffle her screams by sucking on him.

A fresh wave of juices flowed out of her, running down the crack of her ass and over his exploring finger. Henry pushed gently with his finger until his finger disappeared in the depths of her tight ass. She let his cock slip out of her mouth as he did and she moaned loudly as another orgasm seemed to wash over her, pushing out more of her love juices, lubricating his finger even more and making it easier for it to slide in and out of her.

As she calmed down he pulled his finger out of her and her tight little asshole clenched as his invading digit was gone. 

Elisabeth was still panting from the orgasms. Henry untied her and sat her up and asked if she was ok and if she wanted something to drink. She nodded yes and he got up and came back a few moments later with a large glass of ice water.

She took the glass and nodded. He giggled and said she could speak. She whispered out, "Thank you" and then drank almost half the glass. As she swallowed the water she looked up.

"Are you trying to pleasure me to death?" she asked with a naughty but out of breath voice. "Oh my god baby, that was incredible."

Her hand pushed down to steady herself on the flat couch where her hips were moments ago and she felt the wetness drenching the leather. "Oh my... was this all me? It can't be... can it?" she blurted out shocked.

Henry chuckled and said it was all her yes.

She took another few sips to finish the water in the glass. "You want some more?" he asked as he took the glass. "No thanks" she responded and she heard him put it down and then stood behind her.

The leather had formed slight red patches on her back as she laid on it. He gently stroked her back with his fingertips. She thought to herself how gentle his touches are, even when he was being "rough" it was always done with a certain tenderness that she had never experienced before. Her breath was taken away when she felt the feeling of his hard cock stroke along her spine. Henry was running it gently up and down her back and it caused goose bumps all over her skin. She loved the feeling of his cock over her body and with her eyes blind folded and her senses on high alert the sensation was magical.

His hands slipped over her shoulders and cupped her breasts as he pulled her into his cock harder. Elisabeth tilted her head back and he kissed her from above. Her lips were so soft and he loved kissing her. As he kissed her his fingers were gently grinding her hard nipples between them and this was making her moan again.

He moved around the couch and stood in front of her and pressed the head of his cock against her mouth again and she quickly opened her mouth and greedily sucked him into her mouth.

This time her hands were free so with the one hand she gently played with his balls, causing him to moan loudly at her gentle touch and her skilful licking and sucking. She allowed her other hand to drop between her legs and started playing with her pussy and clit. 

After all the orgasms she was even more hungry for Henry, it was like everything he was doing was fuelling her desire, not feeding it at all. Henry looked down at his beautiful girl, sucking on him like a deranged nymphomaniac and whispered that if she did not stop soon she would suck all the life out of him and this only seemed to encourage her more. 

Her sucking and licking soon pushed him to the point of no return. She felt his balls pull tight and knew what she was about to get next as she felt the first hot stream of cum shoot into her mouth and down her throat. She was imagining his face, probably as contorted as always mid orgasm as she heard his moans as he shot stream after stream into her mouth.

She hungrily tried to swallow every drop his cock pushed into her mouth but a few drops rolled out the side and down her cheek. As his orgasm subsided she kept his semi-hard cock in her mouth and continued to gently suck on him. She knew how sensitive his cock was just after he came and sucking him like this was her first real chance to try and get some control back.

She also knew that if she kept it up she would prevent his cock from going limp and sure enough, a few minutes later she felt him starting to swell in her mouth again. As soon as his hardness had returned she let his cock slip out of her hungry mouth.

She looked up, not 100% sure where he was but smiled his way to show how impressed she was with what she had done. Her finger was still slowly rubbing her aching clit and a new pool of wetness had formed between her legs.

Henry pulled her arm gently, pulling her hand away from her and pulling her up to her feet. As she stood up she felt how shaky her legs were and could feel her juices running down the inside of her legs.

"Mmmm... you are a naughty girl baby, I think we will have to punish you some more." he said in a soft naughty voice as he guided her somewhere new.

She followed him, and he guided her up a flight of stairs. As she started climbing the stairs the thought that others could have been watching her the whole time and that she still did not know where they were came rushing back to her. She felt the warm rush of blood to her cheeks as she started blushing at the thought of being on display for God knows who and them watching her being pleasured, exposed... her wetness drenching the place. What was she doing? The thoughts were running through her head like a wildfire.

When they got to the top the floor surface changed, the clucking of her heels on the wood disappeared as they moved to a carpeted section. The carpet was soft, her heels noticeably sinking into the soft fibers with every step. 

Henry led her to a room that was a bit brighter than where they were before and to a bed, it was quite a high bed, coming up to her hips. When her hips met the edge of the bed she felt him push her forward, bending her upper body onto the bed.

She started resting her upper body on the bed and she felt how the soft duvet gave way to the weight of her body. It was so soft and fluffy she thought to herself but her thoughts were quickly torn away from the soft bed. 

Elisabeth felt Henry's hand gently running over her bare ass cheeks. She felt his hands spread her legs. Her dripping pussy and ass was completely exposed to him once again. She felt his hand leave her ass and then a slight sting as his hand spanked her firm bottom. The noise sounded far worse than the spank but it did make her body move forward and forced her upper body to lift off of the soft duvet for a second.

"You are such a horny girl aren't you baby?" Henry exclaimed after the spank.

"Yes" she whispered out softly, playing very coy and innocent.

"What do you want baby?" he said in a seductive naughty voice.

"You know.." she said louder this time.

He ran his finger gently over the length of her silky slick pussy. "What do you want?" he asked again, this time a little more stern.

Her body involuntarily shuddered as he did this. "Fuck me" she blurted out.

"Excuse me?" he said in a naughty way, knowing full well what she wanted but wanting to make her beg for it.

"Just fuck me baby... I don't care how... just fuck me... please... oh God... fuck me... angel... I want you inside me... now... please... oh fuck... nowwwwww!!" she pleaded.

She had not even gotten out the last of her pleading words when she felt him push his cock into her pussy in one movement. His shaft disappeared all the way inside of her and she gasped while still getting out the last of her words. His balls slapped up against her pussy lips and clit as his shaft came to rest all the way inside her.

"Oh fuck... yes... oh baby... fuck me... fuck me hard" she moaned as she felt him inside her.

His strokes were long and deliberate, starting slow and slowly building up faster and faster. He was driving his cock all the way into her with each stroke, the noise of their bodies crashing together with a slapping noise every time his hips met her ass cheeks, his hands firmly on her hips, pulling her into him every time he entered her and pushing himself off of her every time he pulled out. 

Her moans grew louder and louder, he could feel her pussy clamp down on his cock as he moved in and out of her, her fingers were clenching the bedding and she was lost in the moment.

He felt her body start to tense and her moans almost went silent, only a soft panting audible even though her mouth was open and a look of excruciating pain had filled her face, her neck muscles were extended and her fingers were digging into the duvet as hard as she could.

"OH FUCK HENRY..." she screamed out at the top of her voice just as he felt her body start to violently twitch and he felt a flood of juices all over his cock, running down his balls and over his legs.

"OH MY GOD.... FUCK... BABY...OH.... OH... FUCK!!" she screamed out, his cock slipping out of her wet pussy as she squeezed down so hard, her pussy juices gushing over her, her legs collapsing, even though most of her weight was already on the bed, her body convulsed as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her life washed over her.

She was moaning, her pussy was squirting juices all over them, she was trying to say something but not being able to say a word... she could not fit it in, she was lost in the pleasure of what she was experiencing. At that moment she did not need a blindfold... she could not see even if there was nothing in front of her eyes, her body was not hers, it did not belong to her, it did not listen to her, it just let her feel the wave after wave of incredible feeling of pleasure as she came. 

As soon as she could say a word she whimpered out to Henry, "Put it back in... oh my... put it back in... please." 

Henry smiled and put his hands under her hips, helped her up a bit more and slid into her again, her pussy was still contracting, she was still in the middle of her orgasm and as he started sliding in and out of her he heard her moan out again.

"Oh my God... Oh... I'm..." and with that her pussy once again clamped down on his cock like a vice as she came again. 

He tried to keep his cool but this was all too much and his cock erupted as his own orgasm hit. He spewed hot cum into her hungry pussy, she was milking him for all he was worth. 

They were now both in the middle of the most intense orgasms of their lives. Both moaning, thrashing and convulsing as the pleasure washed over them.

As they both came down from the orgasm Henry collapsed on top of Elisabeth for a moment before letting his cock slide out of her pussy. She moaned softly as he pulled himself out of her.

"Stay there baby" he said softly.

She heard some water pouring and then felt a warm cloth run over her body. Henry was slowly cleaning her cum soaked body. He was very careful cleaning around all the sensitive parts of her body, her pussy was red and swollen and so sensitive, even the softest touch of the cloth sent sparks through her body.

When he had cleaned her up he reached forward to her head which was resting on the bed and he undid the blindfold. She lifted her head and tried to focus on the room, her eyes getting use to the light again after being in darkness with the blindfold for the past few hours.

"Where are we?" she asked calmly as her focus came back into view. "This is not your place." Her statement was obvious but she was confused.

The room was elegant, white soft bedding on a beautiful king size bed, dark wooden pedestals on either side. Everything was so stunning. 

"Is this a hotel?" she asked, her mind obviously trying to work out where they were and getting ever more desperate for answers. 

She started looking very worried, "If this is a hotel and this is our room... where did we... I mean we did not start here..." 

He smiled at her and placed his finger gently on her lips. "This is not a hotel" he said calmly, "we are in a house"

"Who's house?" she said even more confused. Were the owners of the house here? Who else was here? What had she just done?

He saw the panic start to set in on her face but he just laughed softly, "It's our house"

"Our house? What do you mean our house?" She said with almost a scalding voice, she was not in the mood to be tricked and this was not a joke.

"As in our house, I bought it... I bought it for us, so that we can be together even more baby" he said with a smile and loving voice.

"What?" she said much more quietly, clearly contemplating what he just said.

She was still standing there, her ass resting on the edge of the bed and she was still wearing only the high heels and the stockings which had dropped down her legs a bit, her hair was wild, like she had just woken up and her eyes were like those of a wild animal.

Henry on the other hand was standing in front of her with nothing on and his hand behind his back. He was standing about 3 paces away from her smiling at her.

"I want to have you closer, I want to have a life with you and well... we can't move into my old place, it is way too small for us and well... I saw this place and it was perfect."

"But what..." she started to say but again he took his finger and placed it on her lips.

Henry got down on one knee and pulled the other hand that was behind his back out from behind him and in it was a small dark blue box. He opened it and inside was a beautiful diamond ring.

"Will you marry me" Henry asked while looking into Elisabeth's eyes.

She just stared down at him, her eyes switching back and forth between his eyes and the ring. 

After several long moments she opened her mouth, looking straight into his eyes... they were so warm and inviting, "Yes... yes, I will marry you" a slight laugh escaped her as she said it. He stood up and she flung her arms around him still saying yes as her mouth was nestled in his neck.

As they broke the hug she kissed him and he took the ring and slid it onto her finger. Like the evening it was perfect, even the fit was perfect... to her he was perfect and to him she was beyond perfect. 

"Would you like to see the rest of our house baby?" he asked and her excitement seemed to give her new energy as she eagerly said yes. 

He showed her the house, starting with the master bedroom that they were already in and showed her all the highlights inside the house. It was stunning, she was amazed, it seemed like he got everything perfect... well except for the lounge which was not exactly perfect any more but it was before their antics.

After she had perused the entire house he picked her up, she threw her arm around his neck and laughed a little as he did. As he started carrying her to the bedroom she started to loudly and playfully protest, "No... no more, I can't take any more tonight"

Henry laughed and smiled at her, "No, I am just taking you to bed. It's late and I think we could both do with some sleep."

When they got to the bedroom Elisabeth went into the bathroom to get ready for bed and everything was planned, even toothbrushes were there ready for them. She smiled at the sight of his thoughtfulness and got ready for bed.

Henry was lying on the bed waiting for her to finish and as she came out he softly kissed her neck and then went into the bathroom to get ready himself. 

He came out and got into bed, switching off the light and cuddled up behind her, spooning her Henry gave Elisabeth a soft kiss on her neck, "good night my beautiful girl, I love you so much"

She moaned softly in an approving way and tightened her arms which were wrapped around his before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning Henry woke up, his cock was starting to get hard, especially with the feeling of it nestled between Elisabeth's legs, the head of his cock just gently pressing against her warm and still somewhat wet pussy. 

She was still sleeping but the harder he grew the more moisture he could feel from between her legs and she started to moan softly in her sleep. He slowly moved his hips backwards and forwards, running the head of his cock through her wetness and making her moans get louder and louder.

After a few minutes of teasing her he felt her hips start to move as well in rhythm with his short strokes. He noticed her eyes open, she still looked so sleepy but with a very naughty smile on her face between the moans.

His cock was getting very slippery and when he twisted his hips slightly the head of his cock slipped into her waiting pussy. She gasped and instinctively pushed her hips back, driving his cock even deeper into her.

His hand reached around her and cupped her breast as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her wetness. Every thrust forward was met with her pushing her hips further back and lifting her legs higher up, giving him better access and allowing him to push even deeper inside of her.

It was not long before he felt her pussy start to contract around his cock as her first orgasm hit her and a flurry of loud moans escaped her lips.

As soon as she calmed down a little he let his hard cock slide out of her and he used the head of his cock to place her wetness all over her tight little asshole. As he did so he heard her gasp for air at the feeling of his hard warm wet cock touching her ass. Her body stiffened and she did not move at all. Not sure if she wanted him to push into her there but also not wanting the sensation to stop.

She felt his upper body move away and then him fiddling with something at the bedside table but did not turn to look what he was doing. She was frozen, wondering what he was getting up to. The next thing she feels his cock slip away from her ass and his finger gently rubbing some lubricant onto her ass. It was cold and the feeling of the cold gel on his finger felt completely different. 

The lube allowed his finger to easily pop into her ass and his slow in and out strokes felt wonderful. He kept this up for a few minutes and then pulled his finger out of her ass and she felt so empty. Not wanting him to stop she did not move her position except to reach behind her with her one arm and pull her ass cheek, giving him a better view and less obstruction to her tight orifice. 

She suddenly felt the head of his cock at her back door entrance again, this time much cooler than before after he spread lubricant all over his cock. He pushed against her ass, not hard but a constant pressure and it felt like his huge cock would never be able to get past her defences of her tight little asshole. She was about to tell him to try push a little harder when suddenly she felt the head of his cock push into her. 

She gasped at the size and feel of the head of his cock, the shock made her body thrash suddenly, causing her to back into him even more, taking even more of his shaft inside her. 

She was frozen after that initial jolt. He felt huge in her ass. It was not sore, he was so gentle not to hurt her in any way but he just felt so huge, there was no way she was going to be able to take more of his cock.

Some how he felt 10 times bigger than her dildo... She felt him pull out a little and then push in again. He took short strokes but each time working a little deeper into her tight little ass.

Each time he pushed a little deeper her body would react and push back, taking him even deeper into her tight little hole until she felt the short hairs on his balls brush up against her gaping pussy. 




Coming Home



That was all she could take, the sensation of his balls pressing up against her pussy sent her body and mind into overdrive, her ass clamped down on his invading cock as her orgasm hit her and every movement her body involuntarily made sent shock waves through her ass and pussy, if felt like one orgasm after another rolling over her. She just laid there, moaning loudly and trying everything in her power not to move.

When she eventually calmed down she squeezed his hands.

"Oh fuck baby, I can't... we can't... how are we going to get your cock out of me..."

"Out of you?" he replied, "I am not going to take it out of you baby, I have only just started"

"You can't... you can't fuck me... I can't take it, you are going to kill me" she whimpered, each twitch making his cock move ever so slightly and shooting waves of pleasure up her spine. 

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder softly, his movement making her shudder in delight again as he whispered "I won't let anything happen to you baby, relax and enjoy this, this is your fantasy remember"

She sighed and relaxed her body and his hand she had been clenching as she felt his cock slide in and out of her slowly. After a few minutes his cock was sliding in and out of her ass with ease and it seemed she seemed to have one tiny orgasm after another with every stroke. As he worked closer to his own orgasm Henry's breathing started to hasten and Elisabeth picked up on this. She dropped her hand to her pussy and furiously started to play with herself. Several seconds later they were both in the middle of a huge orgasm, his cum squirting deep inside her as her ass and pussy was contracting so hard.

As he shot his last load inside her and started losing the hardness within his cock she pulled her hips away from him and rolled over, kissing him deeply and pulling him into her body. They were both covered in sweat and her hands and mouth seemed ready to devour him right then and there.

As she pulled her lips away from his she looked him dead in the eyes, a smile across her face. 

"I love you so much my beautiful man... thank you for making my fantasies come true... all of them. You are my fantasy and I am yours forever."

Henry looked up at the sweat covered beauty lying on top of him and smiled back at her. He had a million things he wanted to say to her and no words to say any of them. The smile on her face was sign that she knew what he wanted to say... he had spoken in his actions and his words were not needed. 

He leaned up and kissed her passionately and as their lips parted she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled. 

They had found their perfect life... and it had just begun!

The end.



Coming Home



I first saw her browsing the aisles in half price books. Actually, I DIDN'T see her. I was kneeling down, looking at Piers Anthony books, deciding if I wanted to re-read the Xanth series. My back was sore, so I stood up and backed up. When I did, I bumped Her.

"Please excuse me, I'm so..... sohh..sohhh" As I turned to apologize, when I saw Her I lost my ability to speak. Her beauty took my breath away.

She was a bit shorter than me, but her curves seemed to invite my eyes to follow their every twist and turn. Her legs were shapely, disappearing underneath a denim skirt. Further up, the curve of her hips were hugged by a t-shirt which barely held back her ample bosom and revealed her perfectly smooth ebony skin. As my eyes met Hers, however, I could see the fury in them, and the sneer on Her lips hit me like a punch in the stomach. Her cheeks were aflame, giving Her a fierce cast, and Her anger was palpable.

She just stared at me as I stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump you" I finally managed to get out of Her way. She continued to stare at me as I squirmed, not quite sure what to do. Finally I asked, "I am so sorry, is there something I can do to make it up to you?"

She stared into my eyes, and I felt Her gaze boring into my soul, weighing, judging, before I could meet Her gaze no longer, and I lowered my eyes.

"That is a good start." She said, as she handed me several books. "Carry these for me. You may follow me around and help me shop."

I smiled. Her voice was like a melody to my ears, caressing them with a gentle touch. I looked up into Her eyes, and the slight smile on Her face turned into a frown when She saw my eyes looking upon her. Instinctively, I looked down again. "Good. Now stand two steps behind me while I look at these books."

I stepped where She indicated, and a shiver went through my body. I stood patiently while She knelt, picking out books, running Her hands along the spines, stopping when She saw something that interested Her. Her nails were perfectly manicured, with a deep red polish that on other people I would call garish but on Her made Her appear more sophisticated, more elegant.

She was obviously younger than me, in Her mid 20's, and a healthy, curved woman. Every move She made was confident, and self assured. I felt like a gangle of loose limbs as I stood there. I saw Her pick up a favorite book of mine. "Oh, that's a good one, you'll like...." I trailed off as Her head slowly swiveled in my direction, and Her gaze made it apparent that my opinion, even my conversation was not desired. "You are here to hold books, not a conversation." With that She went back to Her browsing. 

Instinctively, I stayed two steps behind Her as She maneuvered through the stacks, and the two books in my hands turned into ten. She was well read, she had chosen a couple of science fiction novels, but also grabbed a book on Impressionist Art, as well as a book on Freudian versus Jungian methodology, and a book of Odes by Yeats. I noticed a couple of people staring as we made our silent way through the bookstore, but my eyes and thoughts were primarily on Her. 

We stopped by the restroom halfway through. "Stay here, and I want you to look at your shoes while you wait." I simply nodded, then put my head down. Even though I had the urge to go, the urge to do as She asked was simply too much for me to handle. My mind was astir, yet all I could see was Her lips in that sneer, and hear Her voice in my head.

Finally, She led me to the checkout line. When it was our turn, She simply said "Bring those outside when you are done," and walked towards the door. I pulled out my wallet and paid, I know the clerk said something to me, but all I could think about was Her, waiting for me outside.

I brought the books with me to the entrance, where She was waiting impatiently. I did not look Her in the eye when I saw Her, but I could see a slight smile curve on Her lips as I looked down in Her presence. "Follow me." We walked to Her car, She would turn back every few steps to see me following, eyes downcast, pacing Her perfectly. She unlocked the trunk of Her car, and I wordlessly put them in the trunk. I was afraid at this point - Afraid she would leave, and I would never see her again. She said "Wait here," closed the trunk, got in her car, rummaged around for a minute or two, then handed me a note. "You are very good at following orders. I want to give you pain. You will be there at 9pm sharp, ready to cry for me." She then turned around, got in her car, and left.

I looked down at the note. It had an address, the time 9pm, and the message "I will punish you and break you. You will feel true pain. Wear shorts and a t-shirt you don't mind losing, and bring another pair of shorts with you. Walk in the garage, kneel in the circle, and wait." A sudden wave of fear, desire, lust, and anticipation went through me.

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I drove to the address, reaching it at 5 minutes to 9pm. It was a house in an average neighborhood. The front porch light was on and the garage door was open. I parked on the street in front, then walked into the garage. The lights inside were off, and there was a circle in the exact middle of the garage. I knelt inside it and waited. Suddenly, I heard the garage door start to close. It came down with an ominous final clunk, and the garage was dark. I heard a voice say "Put your forehead to the floor and close our eyes, then wait." I did so, and after a few moments I heard a door open, and the click of heels on the floor. "Stay still."

A hood was placed over my head, and a strap pulled around the neck. It covered my eyes but my mouth was open. I heard a click as a leash was attached to one of the rings around it. She pulled me up and led me forward. I heard some noises, and then something was attached to each of my wrists, then my arms were spread apart and pulled up above my head. Then something was attached to my ankles, then I felt them being pulled apart so I was spread eagle in a standing position. All this time she maintained silence. I remained silent as well.

"Ahhh my pet. You have made a mistake. You have fucked up. You let me capture you. You see, I am a sadist, and I get off on making you hurt. I get off on making you do things that embarrass, humiliate, or degrade you. And I love it when you beg for me to do it. And beg me you will."

I felt something cold and sharp rub along my arm. "Be quite still, my pet. I do not want you to bleed just yet. We must remove these clothes so I can access every inch of your body." I felt the knife make its slow way across my skin, down my arm to my shirt sleeve. I felt the tug as it began to cut my shirt off. I was glad I was wearing an old t-shirt of mine. I felt vulnerable, exposed standing there, my arms spread out, my legs wide open, while this woman who had barely spoken to me, and I had known for less than 4 hours, was about to do pretty much whatever she wanted with me.

The knife cut down my shirt, and soon she had it completely off. She ran her hands across my chest and back possessively, humming quietly to herself. Her touch was electric - sending shocks and shivers through my body. She giggled every time that happened. "You will be so much FUN!" She then pinched one of my nipples hard. I gasped, and said "OWWW" when I felt my face slapped once, then twice. "DO NOT MAKE NOISE UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION."

Then the fear hit me. I knew down to the depths of my soul that this woman had complete power over me. I almost fainted in the bonds, but through force of will, I was determined that I would obey this woman, that I would take her pain and make her proud of me.

She gave me a moment, and it was as if She could read my mind. "Good. I see you realize the extent of your predicament. I also see you want to please me. That is good. The more you take, the more I will be pleased with you. Now do not speak, but you may make any noises you feel necessary."

The knife then continued its work on my shorts, cutting into them, and soon I was completely naked, in chains.

"It's a bit small for my tastes, but it will work for our purposes tonight." She grabbed me by the balls, and I suddenly felt Her face in front of mine. "These are mine now, to do with as I please. They will not get pleasure from me, only pain. I want you to beg me to hurt you."

I gasped and panicked for a moment. This was the moment of truth - was I willing to let Her have me? I found myself saying in a very soft voice. "Mistress, please hurt me." No sooner were the words out of my mouth then I felt her hands begin to squeeze. It was slow, inevitable, implacable. At first it was tolerable, then uncomfortable, then painful. I began to pant as the pressure increased, and the pain began to grow. "Beg for it, beg me to bruise your balls."

"Mistress, please squeeze and torture my balls, please abuse them for your pleasure" She obliged me by grasping a testicle in each hand, and then squeezing them rhythmically. The pressure started out painful, and as she continued, alternating each testicle, the pain grew as the pressure grew. "Keep begging me" she commanded

"Oh Mistress, I need your pain, I need you to hurt me..." I gasped out in between moans as she began squeezing me as hard as she could.

"Beg me to punch them."

"Mistress, please use my balls as your punching bag, abuse them with your fists."

She stopped squeezing them. "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes Mistress" I gasped out, panting. "Then I'm going to punch them until you beg me to stop, and if you beg me before I think you've taken enough, if I think you've lied about how much pain you can truly take, you will disappoint me. Are you going to disappoint me?"

"No Mistress, I will not disappoint you. I am ready for your pain Mistress."

Suddenly I felt an explosion in my groin. All the air left my lungs, and my whole body shook as Her fist crunched up into my balls. She actually lifted me from the ground as she gave my balls an uppercut. A sharp scream escaped my lips but I quickly got control again. And then suddenly another wave of pain went through my groin, radiating out into my body as the ten second rule came into effect. MY whole body shook with the intensity of it. Just as I was settling back down and the pain was starting to subside, I felt another blow. And then another. And then another. After the fifth in a row, with my groin aching terribly and the pain coursing through my body in waves, I managed to get enough breath to say "Mistress, please stop."

One more punch came in, worse than all the last combined, then I heard her stand up as I hung shaking in the chains, sobbing softly. She ran her hands along my body, my arms, my back, my stomach, almost tenderly if I could believe it. She paid attention to the muscles in my back, my buttocks, and my thighs, gently squeezing them, observing my reactions.

Finally, after several minutes and I had regained my composure, She again spoke. "Tell me the truth - you could have taken more for me, correct? And do NOT lie to me. Think before you respond."

I thought about it, and realized that it wasn't the pain that overwhelmed me, but fear of the pain that was my block. I took that last punch she gave me, and though it was intense, and brought me close to a very scary place, I realize I could have taken more. I just needed to get over the fear of the pain, and then I could accept all that She could give.

I sighed, and slumped in my chains. "I beg your forgiveness Mistress, but I could have taken more."

I heard her sigh, as my head drooped forward. I felt Her hands on the back of the hood as She jerked my head up. "Thank you for your honesty. You are correct, you could have taken more. And I hear true regret in your voice that you disappointed me. And you did. But you also made me proud that you are honest with me, and with yourself. You see how much more you have to give, and how much more I will be giving to you."

She kissed me tenderly on my lips for a moment, before suddenly biting my lip and pulling at it with her teeth while I groaned.

"For pleasing me, by telling the truth and your sincerity, you recieved a kiss. But for lying to me, you will be punished. I want you to beg me to punish you for lying."

"Mistress, I am so sorry that I lied to you, and I deserve your punishment. Please punish me, and teach me a lesson so that I may better serve you." Something in me snapped, and I realized that I really did want this, that I really did need this. I felt horrible that I had lied, and I began sobbing. 

"Shhh, shhh, don't worry. I am going to punish you, and you will feel better afterwards. I don't want you to lie to me again, and tell me you can't take anymore, so I'm going to gag you for this. Then all you have to do is relax and take what I give you, just accept your punishment, then it will be all better."

She snapped a gag onto the hood, a leather ball forced inside my mouth. It wasn't so big as to gag me, but it did fill my mouth.

I heard something swishing through the air, then a line of fire on my ass, followed quickly by another, then another. I lost myself in the pain as the cane turned lines of fire across my ass. Quickly, I began to sob, then cry into the gag, I felt the tears running inside the hood and pooling at the collar around my neck. Then the cane switched to my thighs, and lines of fire began crawling up and down them as Her strikes worked over every inch of my body from the tops of my knees to the top of my ass.

The assault continued for what seemed like forever, but finally the cane slowed its assault, with a final few mighty blows that I felt to the depths of my core. I almost didn't realize it was over, as it took me a minute or two to regain my composure. I was slumped in the chains, every inch of my body from my thighs to my ass aflame, my back and shoulders sore from hanging in the chains for so long.

I finally realized I was hearing a voice murmuring over and over "That's good, my pet, you did good. Such a good pet, taking your punishment so well...."

When I heard what she was saying, I sobbed in relief. My whole body shook as she gently massaged the hurt areas, running her fingers along the welts. Telling me how I took my punishment so well.

When she felt that I had returned to full conciousness, she said "I am going to let you relax for a bit. Then, I will beat you some more, and if you do well then, I will give you a reward. But to keep you on your toes while you wait, I want you to hold something for me."

I felt something cold and slick being rubbed on the crack of my ass, then something hard and cold pressed against it. The pressure increased, and then I felt something large and thick slide into my ass. "This should keep you feeling full while I have dinner with my boyfriend. I should be back in a couple of hours. Don't go anywhere!" I heard Her walk away, and a door open and close, and I was left in silence, gagged, hanging, crying, as a sense of relief and contentment flowed through me.

I finally felt as if I was home.



Coming Home



James leaned back in his chair, trying to convince himself to put in another hour's work at the office. It wasn't working.

"What the hell," he thought, "everybody else is long gone. It's Friday night and Ashley's been pestering me about working too much overtime all week." Noticing what time it was, he realised he had put in much more than a day's work. Feeling entitled to go home, he switched off his computer and headed out.

As he left the building, he sighed as he noticed the heavy snowfall. By the looks of things it had been snowing for quite a while. The daylight was long gone by then and he realised that he hadn't been out in the sunlight at all that day, another sign that he was working too hard.

November was drawing to a close, and when he got to work in the morning it was still pretty dark out. Leaving work more than thirteen hours later invariably meant that it was just as dark outside by then. At first he had figured it was part of the package when it came to being an architect. But while they did have a major project to finish, it didn't seem to keep anyone else from leaving work at a fairly reasonable hour. It had to be a bad sign when even his colleagues thought he was working too much.

Christmas was approaching fast and everybody seemed to look forward to the festivities, everyone but him. James heaved another heavy sigh as he thought about this. Just like his willingness to work non-stop, his reluctance to do Christmas preparations was connected to his lack of a close family connection. His mother had died in childbirth and his dad had died just a few months earlier. He'd been an angry, bitter alcoholic, only getting worse with age, much like the cheap wine he'd been so fond of. They hadn't seen each other much toward the end. It had seemed to suit them both just fine.

No, James didn't long for large family reunions, but he did miss Ellie. His stepsister Elizabeth from his father's second marriage had gone missing five years earlier and James had been looking for her ever since. Well, not anymore that is. After she heard he was looking for her, she sent him a postcard telling him to please stop. Apparently she wanted nothing more to do with any of them. It had stung badly considering she was the only person James had ever felt a lasting connection to. He felt his heart give a squeeze as he considered the very real chance that she hadn't felt the same way.

He hurried through the snow, hoping to get to the tube station before it could leak into his shoes and start nipping at his toes. As he reached the brightly lit, surprisingly welcoming hole in the ground that was the entrance to the tube station, he abruptly stopped in his tracks and forgot all about how tired, cold, and absolutely starving he was. He couldn't help but stare at the tiny angel that sat shivering on the steps of the Starbucks on the corner, holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate, while she looked up and down the street seemingly trying to decide which way to go next.

To James she looked achingly familiar and he sent a silent prayer to the stars, hidden by the city lights and heavy clouds, that it would really be her this time. He'd been wrong so many times before, but then he had never felt this certain before either. He walked up to her slowly, as if he was approaching an unfamiliar cat, trying not to spook it, and whispered, "Ellie? Is that you?"

Elizabeth whipped her head around and looked at the familiar looking stranger, and promptly dropped her precious cup of hot chocolate. She regretted it to the very core of her soul for a whole second. She'd really gone all out treating herself to it, and then it didn't matter anymore, she knew she was safe.

Before she had time to even consider his reaction, she jumped up and flung her arms around him. As she relaxed into his safe warmth and familiar smell, she couldn't help but sigh, "Jamie." James chuckled at that, it was such a relief to be called by that name again. They stood there clinging to each other for quite a while, making up for five years worth of hugs, until James let her go and held her at arms length.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you! I was worried sick!" He gave her a quick once over, then another, and another, taking in her much to thin jacket, worn shoes, and holey gloves. She looked so thin, not to mention freezing, her lips were turning an unflattering shade of blue and she was shivering rather violently now that he wasn't keeping her warm anymore. A feeling not unlike a punch in the gut swept over him and he figured it was about bloody time she came home.

"Come on, you're coming home with me. We can talk about all this later, I suppose."

Somehow the profound look of relief that swept her face worried him even more. What kind of trouble was she in? Did she even have a place to live? Something about her made him doubt that, though she didn't have any luggage. Though she had never been one to conform to stereotypes, and he couldn't picture her lugging around a shopping cart, there was a reason homeless people were usually lugging around a heap of stuff; it was necessary for survival. What would have happened if he had stayed in the office for that extra hour?

He cringed at the thought, put his arm protectively around her and led her down the stairs to the tube station. He was dying to know what she had been up to since she ran away three days before the funeral, but she didn't seem to want to talk to him just yet. She looked even more exhausted than he felt, so he left her, for the most part, alone. He couldn't stop himself from touching her though, he had to prove to himself that she was really there; that he wasn't just dreaming again.

When they got home to his apartment he had to help her get her coat off. She was stiff from the cold and couldn't quite manage on her own. Usually she would have hated to accept help from anyone, it didn't seem like she could afford that luxury anymore.

"Why don't I get the fire started, and you can sit there and thaw out while I run you a bath? Sound good?" She managed a shaky nod. He got the flames going and she sat down on the floor in front of it, the thought of a cushion to sit on didn't even occur to her. To James she looked far too used to sitting on hard surfaces.

He was becoming more and more concerned for her by the minute. He realised it was a good thing she'd need some time in front of the fire before she could get into the bath without feeling scalded by the water. The bathroom looked exactly like it belonged to a bachelor who was working so hard he barely had time to eat. He welcomed the opportunity to scrub the bathtub and tidy up a bit. Changing the sheets also seemed like a good idea.

Fifteen minutes later, James approached her with caution; she seemed so different from the girl he used to know. He helped her up, showed her where the towels were, and promised her fried eggs and toast when she was finished in the tub.

"I'll see what I can do about some clean clothes." Another silent nod from the girl who had once been the most vivacious person James had ever known. He felt like crying. They used to be so close, with no one but each other in the whole wide world to confide in. He remembered how she used to crawl into bed with him when their parents were fighting, and he'd put on music to drown out the harsh words from the master bedroom down the hall.

He sighed for the umpteenth time that night and set about digging in his closet for something for her to wear. Eventually he found a tank-top in her size and some comfy boxer shorts, the origin of both items of clothing was, and would remain, a mystery. He'd just finished preparing the food when she came into the living room, wearing the improvised pyjamas he'd put out for her.

"Thanks. Food smells good." Her smile was a little weak, but nevertheless it was a big improvement on the silent, freezing girl he'd found on the street a short hour ago.

"Come sit down. Your timing is perfect. I found some milk in the fridge, but I don't think we should take our chances with it. I can make you some tea if you like. You still take your tea without milk, right?"

"Yeah, tea sounds lovely," she said as she curled up on the kitchen chair, just like she used to.

"Still haven't gotten the hang of sitting properly on a chair I see," Jamie grinned, feeling some of the tension leave his body; she was going to be okay, he was going to make damn sure of it. "So, are you going to tell me where you've been?" Being stern with her seemed to go against his nature, it felt all wrong, and he struggled to keep a straight face.

It would seem that he didn't succeed, she only smiled pleasantly and replied; "I promise to tell you all about it, but please not tonight... I'm exhausted and starving. I just want to inhale my food and collapse on your lovely sofa. Do you have work in the morning? A girlfriend who'll be pissed to find a girl in your flat?"

For the first time in longer than he liked to admit, going to work on a Saturday was out of the question. "No and no. You can tell me all about it in the morning. But you're delusional if you think I'm letting you sleep on the sofa. You know me better than that. In fact, I think I might be insulted." Once again he failed to keep a straight face. Well, he'd always known he was a big softy when it came to her.

She seemed to take him seriously enough not to argue with him on this though. Either that or she had been longing for the bed more than she wanted to admit. In no time at all, she had finished her food. She tried to suppress a yawn and failed spectacularly.

Jamie chuckled. "Off to bed with you. Go on. I'll tidy up here and crash on the sofa."

Ellie hesitated for a moment. "You don't have to do that. I mean, we've slept together plenty of times before. It's no big deal, and I'd hate to kick you out of your own bed. Besides, you look like hell. Have you slept at all since the last time I saw you?"

"Huh. No, not much. Things have been quite hectic at work lately. Are you sure you're alright with this? You know you can tell me." He studied her face trying to see through her pretences like he used to. She seemed to have gotten over her initial hesitation, and he decided to object no further.

"Really, it's fine." By now he'd cleared away the dishes, meaning he'd chucked them in the sink, and they got ready for bed.

In the bathroom, Jamie found that Ellie had rinsed out her clothes and hung them to dry. He brushed his teeth and made a mental list of all the things they had to get sorted in the morning. He rinsed his mouth, padded into the bedroom, and crawled under the covers.

"How about I take you shopping tomorrow? You looked like you might need some new clothes." He suspected her mumbled reply wouldn't have been as compliant if her mind hadn't already been muddled by fast oncoming sleep.

Jamie woke up with a start at four a.m. Ellie was thrashing in her sleep, her screaming muffled by her pillow. Horrified, Jamie shook her awake. "Ellie, wake up! It's just a nightmare. Wake up!" When she did wake up, she moved with blinding speed, twisting around in bed and flinging her arms around him. Clinging to him, she cried on his shoulder for a few minutes while he stroked her gently on the back.

"God, you scared me there for a minute. What was your nightmare about?" he whispered after a while.

"Can't remember." she murmured and lay back down in bed awkwardly. She seemed embarrassed and still terrified, and curled up in a tiny ball just like he knew she would. It seemed completely natural to both of them that he curled himself around her c-shape, putting his arms comfortingly around her.

They'd slept like this countless times before. Initially it had been because of a shortage of space in his twin bed, but in the end she had needed the comfort of knowing he was there for her no matter what. All in all they both had bittersweet memories of nights sleeping like this. Eventually, they fell asleep again, both feeling the comfort of each other's company seeping through their dreams.

Jamie woke up in the morning, feeling more rested than he could remember having been for a very long time. Ellie's surprisingly familiar shape was all the explanation he needed. Initially he was happy to watch her sleep indefinitely, but then she shifted slightly against him. Instantly, he was painfully aware of the downside to sleeping curled up next to her, the side-effect he hadn't missed at all.

Thankfully, he always woke up before her, so his rather obvious not-so-brotherly feelings for his stepsister was still a well kept secret. Well, pretty well. He was counting on her to have drawn the wrong conclusions about a certain New Years Eve five years ago.

He slowly disentangled himself from Ellie and got out of bed carefully. Once he was safely out, he went to get a much needed shower. He'd completely forgotten just how difficult this part of his life was. What was a horny teenager supposed to do when his dad married the mother of the girl he was desperately in love with? He used to wait for it to pass, but eventually he had to give up. She was just too charming and lovable to fall out of love with.

She seemed to crave his company just as much as he did hers. Thankfully, he'd never been delusional enough to think she wanted him around for the same reasons he wanted her. His massive crush made it easy for them to slip into a pattern where they stuck together and made their own little family within the bigger and more troubled family sharing that roof. As long as they had each other, everything else seemed a little less important.

Having finished his shower, Jamie went into the combined kitchen and living room only to see Ellie perform an archaeological excavation of his refrigerator. "We'll have to go out for breakfast, it seems." She must have heard him come in, though he had no idea how.

"Yeah well, you were lucky I had anything edible for you yesterday. Hop in the shower and we'll go out. Your clothes should be dry by now. Or if you're too hungry, I can go get some breakfast from the corner shop while you're in the shower."

Her, "No, thank you. I can wait." was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

"Ashley, hi. Yes I'm sorry, I forgot. I won't be coming in today, we'll have to sort it out on Monday." Jamie cringed and made a face while he listened to the angry woman on the other end.

"I really am sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll get you the nicest Christmas gift you can imagine." he paused for a second, listening to her reply and grinned. "No, not that nice. I'm not made of money, as you well know. I'll talk to you later, okay? You're going to love my reason for standing you up. Okay, bye."

Ellie listened carefully to the conversation. After he hung up, she felt apprehensive, uncertain about her right to be there, in his apartment and in his life. Everything had seemed so normal between them last night, but it seemed that he had a girlfriend that had more right to put claims on his time than her. She looked around the apartment, looking for ornaments or other girly stuff that would seal the deal on the question of his single status.

"You could just have told me you had a girlfriend. I wasn't going to be difficult. I asked you yesterday if you had a girlfriend to avoid situations like this one. I don't want to be an inconvenience."

He looked puzzled for a second and then started laughing. Her glare stopped him short though. "That wasn't my girlfriend. Ashley's my 58 year-old secretary. I asked her to come in today and help me go through some of the plans for the new project with me. I need help to keep track of all the different ideas we have on the table for the new project. We still haven't decided on a design. Understandably, Ashley was pissed to have come in to work on a Saturday for nothing. It was my fault for forgetting to call her and tell her I wasn't coming in today after all. Now, go get ready so we can go get breakfast."

Half an hour later, they were sitting in Jamie's favourite new little café in Covent Garden. It was a nice place. He knew the girl in charge, Katherine something, through an acquaintance. Usually he came here so that he wouldn't feel so alone, at least here he knew that Katherine would be more than happy to chat with him whenever she had the time. It wasn't all that often, the café was a big hit, but still, it made him feel less lonely.

Jamie and Ellie sat in two comfortable armchairs near the fireplace, sipping cups of delicious hot chocolate. Though Katherine specialized in chocolate-based food, she had some lovely sandwiches on the menu as well. While they were waiting for their breakfast to be ready, James decided to have another go at getting her to talk about what happened.

"Are we going to talk about the night your mum died? Or are we just going to keep on ignoring it?" Jamie felt anxious about her answer, not knowing what he wanted her to say. He'd been at a friend's house just down the street that night. There was a party and he had set about getting fantastically drunk. He was painfully in love and agonized over Ellie's recent statement that he was the the "best big brother in the world."

Ellie looked shamefaced and said; "No, we are definitely not going to talk about it. It would be best if we could just forget the whole thing altogether." She looked profoundly embarrassed and Jamie felt a twinge of guilt. From her point of view, what happened that night must seem horribly wrong.

He had been out-of-his-mind drunk that night, and so he wasn't at all certain how it had happened, but surely he must have started it. She was never to know that night was Jamie's all time favourite memory, and his biggest regret. He had always been certain that his outburst of not-so-platonic feelings was to blame for her disappearing act three days before the funeral.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"Shit. I can't believe she called me that. That's like the worst thing she could have said to me. Like ever." Jamie sat on his friend Marcus' sofa. The party wasn't going all that well, and Jamie wasn't the only one in a bad mood.

"Face it. You're never getting into that girl's knickers. She thinks of you as her big brother. It's just not going to happen. Why don't you try your luck with Lucy over there instead?"

Marcus had had enough of Jamie's whining about Ellie. He was a patient guy, but everyone had their limits and Jamie had been going on about her ever since it became clear that the girl of his dreams was going to be, for all intents and purposes, his sister.

"Ah, it's no use man. She's ruined me for everyone else. I think I'll just have some more of this godawful tequila. Who brought this crap anyway?"

Marcus laughed; "Lucy did. She's been eyeing you all night while you've been sitting here, drinking her liquor. The least you could do is talk to her." Too late, Marcus realized he was talking to thin air. Jamie had got up and walked over to the kitchen, away from Lucy. It didn't take him long to figure out why. Jamie had spotted Ellie, and there was not a force known to man who could keep him away from her when she looked like that.

"Ellie, what's wrong? What happened?" Ellie looked a little wild, her eyes darting around the room like a terrified animal looking for predators. It didn't take long for the adrenaline to leave her system though, now that Jamie was here. She felt safe with him and ran into his arms. He was her protector and her safety net, even when he slurred and smelled of tequila.

"It's your dad. They had a fight and mum ran out. He was pissed because she took the car even though she was just as drunk as him. He..." At that point, her crying got completely out of hand and she couldn't speak anymore. Ellie doubted she would have been able to tell him what his father had tried to do even if her throat hadn't closed up.




Coming Home



She'd never told Jamie exactly why she was scared of sleeping in her own room when their parents' arguing got out of hand. It was her shameful secret. Besides, Jamie had always been there to keep anything from happening. Tonight had been a close call though.

"Come on. Let's go home. He'll be asleep by now. You can sleep with me tonight, that is if you can stand the smell." Ellie gave a silent nod, having decided not to embarrass herself anymore in front of Jamie's friends. He kept his arm around her the entire way home, not knowing who was supporting who, they both seemed a little unsteady. Once in the door, they both took unnecessary caution not to wake his father. He'd be passed out drunk by now, but neither of them felt like taking any risks.

For once, Ellie didn't change into her pyjamas before Jamie locked them in his room. Ellie was grateful that he seemed too drunk to notice, though she hoped this didn't mean that he'd fall asleep too quickly. She'd made her choice and she wanted her first time to be with someone who cared about her. Jamie was a good looking boy and he was kind and caring. She preferred her first time to be with him, rather than with his father. How could she be certain that she would always be able to fight him off, or that Jamie would always be there to look after her? He'd be going away to school in the fall and she had no idea what would happen then.

While he was busy getting undressed -- he seemed to have a little more difficulty with his shoes than usual -- Ellie managed to get under the covers wearing only her underwear without Jamie noticing the deviation from their normal routine. When he got under the covers, she snuggled up to him and put her head on his shoulder.

He put his arms around her, like he always did, and hesitated a little when he noticed that something was amiss. It took him a second, and she could hear his sharp intake of breath when it dawned on him. She chickened out and they lay there in silence for a few minutes while she was gathering up her courage.

She felt certain that he must be able to hear her heart pounding. Deciding it was now or never, she put her hand on his cheek and made him face her. She drew in another shaky breath before giving him a kiss, light as a feather, on the lips. She was terrified that he would be disgusted. Though she had never allowed herself to consider him as anything but her brother, subconsciously she had always been more aware of him than what was practical, considering the high stakes should they go down that road and ruin everything.

It wasn't one of those confident, seductive kisses you see in the movies, and she was disappointed with herself for not being able to make it into something more. Jamie didn't respond at first, but all of a sudden he drew her even closer and kissed her back. That was all it took, suddenly the kiss was everything she had ever hoped for. She was surprised to find herself getting excited; it seemed she might be in for the full experience, not just a compromise in the name of damage control.

He pulled her onto his chest and she could feel the evidence of her success against her belly. Their underwear came off with some difficulty. It was hard to get undressed while still maintaining full body contact. In the end, Jamie got impatient and rolled them to the side so that they could more easily rid themselves of their last pieces of clothing.

He seemed to come to his senses a little once they stopped their frantic kissing and she worried that he would back out. He didn't though. He only sat up and rested his back against the headboard. He must have noticed her concern, for he reached out his hand invitingly. Once she took it, he pulled her into his lap. As she straddled him, he reached in between her legs a little gingerly and ran his fingers over her smooth pussy in a rather exploratory manner. She had suspected him of not being terribly experienced, but felt a rush of relief regardless. The relief soon gave way to other sensations as he explored her surprisingly wet core. His fingers moved around her slickness completely without friction, making his touch feel enticingly light and gentle.

As he explored, he quickly gained confidence, helped on by her rather vocal encouragements. His feather light touches to her clit was a revelation to them both and she was soon panting for something more substantial than his fingers. Her enthusiasm seemed to be contagious; James could suddenly take it no longer and flipped her over so that he was on top. With the tip of his cock at her hot silky entrance, he forced himself to pause.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked while seemingly searching her eyes for the answer. It touched her heartstrings to know that he wasn't simply asking for permission, he genuinely cared. And wasn't that the whole point of having her first time with him in the first place?

"Absolutely. I want you." she said while she, in a fit of uncharacteristic courage, gripped his hips and pulled him closer. They both gasped for breath as he sank into her tight virgin pussy. There was no hymen to worry about, but she was such a snug fit there was no other way but to take it slowly. She tried not to wince as her body slowly adjusted to the intrusion of his rather thick cock. Despite her efforts, he noticed her discomfort and stopped moving. Instead he gathered her in his arms and kissed her in the most distracting manner he could manage.

Gradually she started responding to his kisses with as much enthusiasm as she had before, until she had her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands running through his hair and she was gasping for breath. When he tried moving again, she arched her back and moved with him. Jamie couldn't help but groan aloud as her heavenly pussy enveloped his cock. It didn't take him long to lose control once his concerns about her discomfort were gone.

Much as he loved holding her close, after a few minutes of fucking her as hard and fast as he could manage in the limiting position they were in, he got frustrated. Pulling out of her, he got out of bed and gently, but swiftly pulled her legs so she would follow him. Flipping her over, he got her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. The great view he had of her and the increased freedom to move more than made up for the loss of skin contact.

Gripping her hips, he thrust back into her firmly. Her consequent moan told him she would enjoy this position at least almost as much as him. Soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he fucked her with the enthusiasm of a long-suffering teenager. As he perfected his angle so that he hit her g-spot more often than not, she had to grab the nearest pillow to bury her face in; keeping quiet simply wasn't possible while he was doing that. Every thrust that hit home felt like a small eruption in her pussy.

The heat was soon all-consuming and she felt like she was melting; she could feel the moisture from her pussy running down her legs and covering his balls as they slapped against her every time he bottomed out. As her orgasm descended upon her like a great wave, he was far from ready for it to be over. He quickly pulled out of her convulsing pussy to stop himself from coming.

The respite from the all-consuming desire was enough for him to come to his senses; this was Ellie! He hadn't been fantasizing about fucking her senseless for these past years. Okay, maybe he had a little bit, but mostly he'd wanted to make sure she felt loved and safe, to make love to her. This could hardly be called romantic.

As she gradually came down from her high and her breathing settled, he noticed the goosebumps covering her skin. He didn't flatter himself to think that he was the reason, and he became aware of how cold the room was. He helped her get under the covers and climbed into bed after her. Gently brushing the hair out of her eyes as she lay there rather timidly looking at him, he said; "Sorry about that. I kinda lost it."

"Why on earth are you apologizing?"

"There is nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty during sex, so to speak. But it's not necessarily what you're looking for your first time around. Can I start again?"

She giggled. "If it's gonna feel anything like that, you can do whatever you want to."

"That's just it though, I'm aiming for something a little different." he thought to himself, as he rolled over to position himself between her legs once more, covering her body with his. He guided himself back inside her, before he entwined her fingers in his and pinned her hands above her head. Careful to keep his weight on his elbows, he kept as much skin contact as possible. This time it was more of a slow build. His movements were slow and precise and he listened to the changes in her breathing to understand what she liked.

At first, Ellie felt a little disappointed with the change; compared to their first round, this was rather vanilla flavoured and unsatisfying. Once she stopped waiting for the excessive onslaught of passion and desire though, she could feel a whole new set emotions. She could appreciate the feeling of his lips on her neck, the way his breath would caress her ear every once in a while, the closeness and heat of him and the feel of his skin against her legs as she moved with him. When she came the second time, though it was far less physically powerful than the first, he came with her as they held onto each other fiercely.

Lying in his arms afterwards, she sensed that the beauty of this moment was not something she could have shared with just anyone. While she felt certain she would not have reacted to his previous onslaught in the same way had she been with for example his father, she was sure her reaction the second time around -- she refused to let herself even think of it as lovemaking -- was a much more discriminative one.

The truth of the complicating nature of sex descended and threatened to ruin the moment for her. As she briefly considered whether she was in love with Jamie and simultaneously got angry with herself for wasting such a perfect moment on worrying about why it was perfect, Jamie let out a contented little sigh. Like an obstructive cloud moving away from the sun, her worries lifted and she was simply there with him once more. After all, this was her Jamie and what they had could never be tainted by something like this. They'd been through far too much together for that.

Just before he fell asleep, he whispered into her ear; "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I love you." But his speech was slurred by fast oncoming sleep and what remained of the alcohol in his system and Ellie couldn't make out a word of what he was saying. Not realizing how big the moment was, she decided that she was too sleepy to care.

Jamie woke up the next morning, alone in bed. He sensed something was wrong, getting out of bed before him was very uncharacteristic of Ellie. Though she had been acting out of character last night he figured she'd need a good reason for getting up early. He went down to the kitchen, slightly apprehensive. Ellie was sitting in one of the chairs by the kitchen table. It took him a second to realize what was wrong with that picture, she wasn't moving. She sat there, completely catatonic, an untouched breakfast in front of her. He could see a police officer talking to his father.

Where was Joanne? And why was the lady from next door doing their dishes for them? He suspected the breakfast in front of Ellie was her doing. That was the moment he recognized just how grave the situation must be. Neighbours don't come into your kitchen and cook for you unless someone has died recently. So he wasn't all that surprised to overhear the policeman telling his father that his stepmother Joanne, Ellie's drunk, bitter, and careless mum had got herself killed last night.

The next week was a blur of well-meaning relatives bringing food and talking in hushed voices as if that could soothe the sting of a missing family member. The funeral was to be a quiet affair, but three days before it was to take place Jamie woke up to another empty bed and a note from Ellie telling him not to worry about her.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Katherine brought the sandwiches they'd ordered to the table. It did Jamie a world of good to watch Ellie eat some proper food; she had gotten so thin. Once they'd finished their breakfast he told her; "A promise is a promise. It's time you told me what you've been up to."

She hesitated for a moment, seeming reluctant to talk about it. "I went to stay with my friend Lucy. You remember her, don't you? Her mum was away on business for a few weeks and Lucy agreed to let me hide out at her place. I got a job serving coffee at Starbucks. You know the one next to the British Museum?"

"Hold on a minute. I talked to Lucy, she said she hadn't heard from you since before the car crash." Jamie was annoyed already.

"Yes, well. I asked her to lie. She's a good friend and we knew you and I would be better off if you didn't know where I was. So anyway, I served coffee to save up some money to try and find my dad. I didn't hold out much hope that he would have changed his mind about taking care of me, but I had to try. With mum gone, James had no reason to take care of me anymore." She left out the one reason he'd had to want to keep her around, Jamie didn't need to know the ugly truth about his father. That was saying something, considering the things Jamie already knew.

"I would have looked after you. You know that, don't you?" Jamie's increasing agitation was making this more difficult by the minute.

"Yes, of course I know. But you were supposed to go away to school and I didn't want you to put your future on hold for me. I was afraid you'd resent me and I've always wanted you to be happy."

"I hadn't thought of that. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I was thinking about asking you to come with me. Technically dad had custody of you, but somehow I don't think he would have minded." They sat there for a few minutes in silence, contemplating what could have been if only they'd talked things through properly back then. How different their lives would have been.

In the end, Katherine came to their rescue; "Anyone for a refill?" Jamie didn't even have to look at Ellie to know that she'd love another cup of steaming hot chocolate; she would have lived on the stuff if she could.

"Yes, please. The hot chocolate is as wonderful as ever." Jamie smiled pleasantly and managed to make Ellie jealous despite her best efforts. She was silently reprimanding herself for being silly.

"He's just a decent, pleasant guy. There is no need to obsess over this." when she suddenly realized that Katherine was talking to her.

"I know you. You're Lucy's friend from school. I thought there was something familiar about that face. You stayed with us for a few weeks a couple of years back."

"Yes, that was me. I hope I wasn't too much of an inconvenience. Lucy would never have told me even if I was."

"Wait a minute. You're Lucy's sister? How did I not know this? I should have remembered you from school." Jamie was astonished.

"Well, Lucy and I are twins, so we weren't in any of the same classes. You must have been nearly finished by the time we transferred. But still, it's funny how small the world really is. I've better go serve those customers, but I'll be back with your chocolate in a minute."

The minute Katherine left, the tension descended upon their little table once again. "So, you went to look for your father. Did you find him?"

"Yes, and no. He currently resides in a little cemetery outside Oxford. He'd died of a heart attack two years before I came to find him. But I did find my granny. She was a sweet little lady who took care of me for nearly two years. But then she had to move to a retirement home and had to sell the house to pay for her stay there. She died in her sleep last year, she was only 74."

Jamie reached across the table and took her hand in both of his while she dried her eyes discretely on her napkin. "I'm sorry. I wish I could have been there for you. It seems like everyone keeps dying around us. Good thing you insist on doing things your own way. You'd be in serious trouble with me if you join the trend."

She seemed to snap out of it as soon as Katherine came back with their refill, and Jamie figured it was okay to press on. "Where did you go after that?"

"I moved back to London. I got a temp job as a receptionist in a real estate agency. It was boring as hell, so I wasn't sad to go when the regular receptionist came back from maternity leave. Meanwhile I'd moved in with my boyfriend, Jason. We shared a tiny one bedroom apartment near Pimlico until he left me for a busty blond from work. He wasn't the most original of men, which is a shame as his biggest dream in life is to become a writer." They laughed half-heartedly over life's cruel sense of humour.

"That was almost seven months ago. I've been scraping by, working whatever temp jobs I could get and selling off my things to make rent. It hasn't been fun, but I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until one the ladies from the real estate agency didn't recognize me on the street. Why is it that we can never lose weight when we actually want to? Two weeks after I caved and sold my guitar, I got evicted regardless."

Jamie was silent for a minute, taking it all in. "Seems like we'll have to buy you another guitar as well as some warmer clothes. There's one thing I still don't understand though. Why didn't you call me? My number's listed and everything! You really thought there was the slightest chance that there would be anything I wouldn't do for you? Honestly, don't you know me at all?"

Ellie looked embarrassed, "I was terrified that you'd turn me down. I didn't think I could handle knowing that you didn't care for me anymore. That would mean that I was truly alone."

Jamie didn't look insulted, he just smiled his crooked smile and said, "You know, you can be really thick sometimes. Come on, let's go find you a new coat. This one desperately needs to be laid to rest."

A few hours later, Jamie had succeeded at getting Ellie enough new clothes to make her mortified. She had objected to the necessity of each new item of clothing, all except the new coat. She knew she needed it, she had wanted a new one for so long, and she absolutely adored her lovely new blue jacket with silver buttons. Already she felt like a different person. She wasn't vain by anyone's standard, but she didn't feel like the sort of person who worries about how she's going to buy food next week anymore.

Finally, Jamie suggested that they'd get her a new guitar and she felt more torn than ever that day. She hated feeling dependent, to accept charity from anyone. But at the same time, a new guitar could be the key to her independence in the future. And it was so much more than that. Music had always been her passion, her antidepressant, her primary source of nourishment for the soul.

Jamie recognized her expression from long hours of daydreaming about being discovered by a record company. Together they would plan grand schemes for when she would sign with them, and all the fantastic things that would follow. He smiled knowingly, ignored her half-hearted protests and dragged her into the store. It felt like only seconds later, when she was back on the street with her new soul mate in her hand.

"Can we go home now? Please? Or do you have anything you have to do first?" Ellie looked at him with pleading eyes.

"No," he chuckled. "we can go home. Is it because you can't stand for me to buy you anything else, or because you can't wait to play your new guitar?"

"With all my heart, it's because of both!"



Coming Home



It has been a happy, delirious week. From the first night of laughter, comradeship and shared tales of life, to the slow build up of tension and the shy tentative advances that later burst into wild heat, it has been a merry go round of emotions. 

Relief at finding one so attuned to another's thoughts, followed by fear of the parting to come, a pulling back from intimacy to protect one's psyche. 

And always, always, the inevitable drawing of souls together. 

In the end, amid tangled legs and arms, with moans and pants giving way to whispered endearments, we set fear aside. It will always be part of our lives. We will acknowledge it without letting it rule our dreams.

It is the end of my second week with you. 

I, who have spent decades flitting in and out of the family home like some breezy hotel guest, am settling down into domesticity. 

Waking up for breakfast, calling you for my whereabouts, drawn to you at odd moments of the day when I need to reassure myself that reality hasn't taken flight. 

Getting lost in alleys, secure in knowing you are just a phone call away. 

Giddy at dusk, dancing to your side as you walk of out from work. 

I have even learned to care about the state of your collar, me who'd rarely bothered with my clothes.

I call to check if you've eaten, I who used to sprint through the days forgetting my own meals in the chaos of work. 

I am bemused by this serene soul who now waits at home.

I hear footsteps and gather my papers and paints and books. It is time for you who continue of amaze me with your constant gentle attention to my needs, even when I don't think of them. 

A brief talk on the phone had revealed some stress at work. This time I can give as much as I have received.

You walk in, valiantly trying to transform a scowl into a smile. Your shoulders are hunched. There is tic in your cheek.

I greet you with a hug, stroking your back, and lead you to the battered leather couch so I can better reach your head. I give you soft kisses, warmth replacing passion's heat. The silence is my way of telling you it is okay to be tired and grouchy.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to be nurtured, and smile when a mug of coffee is placed near your hands. 

In between sips, you allow your forehead to be caressed by my fingers, sigh as my hands reach for your tense shoulders.

You have brought food but dinner can wait. It is time to give back the peace you have given me.

I lead you to the bedroom, ours after the third night of my visit. 

I open your shirt and take these and your pants and socks to the hamper. You raise a brow at my smile. Often, we rip clothes off each other's backs, or fumble at them to get at each other's flesh. 

Tonight is a different kind of loving, as precious as those nights that fill our home with flames.

I give you a kiss and tell you to relax to some music while your huge tub fills. 

A little scent, a little oil, then we are both in the warm water. My tan skin and black hair set off your blonde locks. I am petite and just a third of the width of your shoulders.

I take a washcloth and slowly run it through your back, your chest, your arms and legs and thighs. A slow gentle rubbing, sensual, not meant to fan the flames. Not yet. 

You sigh and give me little kisses as I encircle your body with soap, as I reach under for balls and shaft, soft and tender now, and the skin between your nether cheeks. 

From time to time, you reach for my breasts but it is a languid touch, a wondering touch. 

You lean back to watch me run the cloth through my body and then hold out your hand. 

"I want to clean the part I love most."

I surrender the cloth and open my thighs. I am dazzled by your smile.

You reach out. I tense slightly; I cannot help reacting to your touch. You know the control I am exerting and your mouth tilts up as your fingers play gently with me.

Let me, you say. 

And I submit, looking at you as I surrender to your touch, knowing it is what you want, a gentle reminder of things to come. 

Even the shivers that sweep through me are gentle, so different from the rampaging hunger I feel when receiving your flesh. 

I spread thighs wider, on my knees, both offering and receiving pleasure, just a deeper breathing and the flush on the skin signaling I have come. 

I slide down to give you a hug and kiss. We cuddle in silence until we feel the water cool. 

I rinse us with the shower hose, laughing at the contortions required to reach your head but you cooperate, bending down for your little one.

I bring you to bed and heat the food you have brought. We drink a little wine, as we listen to music, both singing in harmony. It is bliss.

After an hour, I get up and heat some oil. I tell you to turn over and start a sensual massage. 

Hands and breasts skim across your back, your shoulders, your arms and flanks. You sigh as my thumbs sweep across your ass, groan softly as I kiss your feet. I feel your thighs flex and stiffen as I straddle them. I lean down to kiss your nape and you relax.

When you turn over, it is with a wolf's smile. 

I know the quiet has given back your strength. You are once again my strong lover, my devilish giant who thrills to bring me to peaks of ecstasy.

You take the oil and begin running your strong hands up my body. 

You tell me to keep still, kneeling with thighs spread, open to your eyes, everything within reach. 

I keep my hands at my side even as I start trembling when your tweak my nipples and roll them in your fingers. You pull gently until I am gasping. Your fingers sear my thighs, digging in, leaving red stripes that will disappear by the morrow.

You watch me and I, you, eyes widening as I see your cock flex and arise, and soon brush against me, drawing out moans. 

I start to slide my cunt against your shaft but you tell me to stay still. 

It is you who dictate the pace. It is agonizingly slow. You put just enough pressure to make me whimper, with your cock against my front and your hands squeezing my ass cheeks, and your teeth nipping at my breasts.

I obey you. But even as I struggle not to move, my moans grow louder.

Soon I am begging. 

"Liam, please, take me." 

"Make me yours. Take your woman. Please, fill me." 

You continue to tease me until I am almost screaming and just keening your name. 

"Liam. Love. Liam. Love." 

"Please. I need you. So bad." 

"Please. Liam. Love, please!"

Then one strong hand raises me, and another opens the folds of my lips. 

"Pretty," you groan. 

You coo at as juice starts to seep out of my pink nether lips.

You slide a finger in and I groan and say "No" as you pull it out, and groan louder when you slide it into your mouth and then into mine. 

I am pliant, all yours.

And then I reach down and open myself. 

One whisper, "I'm yours," is enough to send your hand plunging into me. 

You order me to come, forcing me still, and I scream your name. 

You make me come again, and all the while you feast on my face, exulting at what you give me, until with a groan, you hoist me up and impale me slowly on your cock.

We are still for a moment; you give me time to recover and get used again to that impossibly thick shaft inside me.

My muscles contract. I feel you twitch inside me. 

Soon the hunger breaks through me. But you will have your way. You tell me to lie still, and put my head on your shoulder so you can see my face. 

You kiss me gently, then deeper as you start the rolling moves that drive me crazy.

I just hang on as your lunges slowly gain strength. 

I see your face tighten; your jaws clench. 

You start the slow spanking with one hand. Every slap throws my cunt down on your rod. My walls grip you, refusing to let go, so that you never slide completely out of me. 

And then a finger reaches for my crack and I am gone, delirious, fully open to your wants. 

A cock in me, a finger behind, your lips on my neck and the spanking, the steady spanking. 

I burst. I scream. I am screaming, and screaming, and screaming and still you will not come. 

Satiated for now, I lean back and look at you. My face says I will give you everything you want.

You kiss me hard on my lips, a deep thirsty kiss. 

You growl that you have to take me. And I know it is time to give you everything. 

I roll over on my side so you are behind me. You again insert a finger into my ass, then another.

I gasp and tremble but lay still to be gently stretched. 

It is ecstasy, this knowledge that all I have is yours. 

A third finger follows. I am back to just saying your name, my eyes filling with tears, not because of pain, but because of the joy that comes with the giving of self to my master.

Then the fingers leave me and I feel the head of your cock, slowly, slowly pushing its way in. 

I now make sounds with no meaning. I say nothing and everything even as I will myself to go soft for your entry.

Your cock fills my entire mind, my veins and my nerves. 

I become just a tunnel of love. 

The world disappears. There is only me, your cock, your hands and your lips and the thighs that finally touch mine and say you are buried completely.

And then your other hand reaches over. As you slowly move your cock in my ass, a finger then two, then three enters my cunt. 

I am nothing, just a mass of singing, shrieking flesh. I hear my sounds as from a distance and I barely know that your thrusts are getting stronger.

My giant rears in me. 

You roar, I scream. We call out to each other. 

You suckle deep into my neck and impale me with your last thrusts and we are but sound and movement swirling in space. 

When we come back, we are both in tears. It has been a complete journey, from silent love to raging fire, and again we have come home.



Coming Home



All characters are 18 years old or older.

This work is in honor of both Veteran's Day and the U.S.A.'s withdrawal of its last combat troops from Afghanistan, who arrived back home a couple of weeks ago. 

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The first step off the airplane was a doozy. Not because it was steep, or because it had been a twelve hour flight. No. It was because of the enormity of what he had left behind. 

It had been nine months since he had set foot in American soil. It had been nearly 13 years since the war in Afghanistan had begun and now here they were, the last combat unit to be pulled out from Afghanistan, setting foot on the tarmac. 

As he stepped down from the plane, shouldering his seabag with one hand, he looked up at the sky. It was done. He was home. He had survived five combat tours. Two of them in Afghanistan. He'd served twelve whole years in the Marine Corps. Now, in three weeks time, his enlistment was ending. 

A high pitched squeal met his ears and he looked back across the tarmac. A little girl, no more than eight, had spotted her daddy. He smiled and stepped aside, getting out of the way of the Marines behind him as their tear-stained and smiling families streamed towards them. 

Staff Sergeant Samuel F. Zwolinski had no one waiting for him. 

He made his way alone through the terminal and outside once again. A package of Marlboros had somehow found its way into his hands from one of his myriad pockets. He flopped down onto a bench, dropped his bag at his feet, and flipped his cover from his head, lighting up in almost record time. That first inhale calmed him. The following slow exhale, centered him. It was like some sort Oriental breathing ritual. Finding his center and shaking off the cares of the world. Or something. 

Passersby stopped to thank him for his service and he would stand to shake their hands and fake a smile for them. Really he just wanted to finish his cigarette before the long bus ride back to base. 

More families would be waiting there. Only a few of them ever came out to the airport. He knew the routine. He'd seen it plenty of times. He also knew that his family wouldn't be there. 

His mom hated flying. His dad was trying to run a business. His siblings had their own lives. He'd even stopped telling them when he was due back exactly. Just promised that he'd be home in Idaho sometime in the next month. He'd been serving for over a decade now. This sort of thing was routine by now. 

No. He'd finish his cigarette. Go back to base. Finish his enlistment and then go home and try to put his life back together. 

He took another drag on his cigarette, savoring it for a moment. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back before exhaling upwards, a geyser of smoke. 

"Staff Sergeant Zee?" a familiar voice addressed him and he looked up to see a young Lance Corporal standing at parade rest before him. 

"Relax Tompkins," Sam said, waving the kid off. They were off base, he didn't have to be so uptight. "What is it?"

The Lance Corporal gratefully adopted a more natural posture. "I didn't mean to interrupt you Staff Sergeant," said Tompkins, "But there's this really cute girl and I think she's looking for you." 

Sam sat up a little straighter and knit his brows. What the hell was this kid talking about? No one in his family even knew when he was getting back. 

Tompkins saw the look and gestured over near the terminal. "She's right over there," he said. 

Sam stood up and looked over where Tompkins was gesturing. Sure enough, there was a young woman, holding a piece of cardboard with his name scrawled across it in big letters. She looked somewhat distraught, turning about and trying to make sure everyone possible saw her sign. 

"Thanks Tompkins," said Sam. "I'll take it from here." 

"Of course, Staff Sergeant," said Tompkins nodding before backing away and then sprinting off to catch up with his friends. 

Sam approached her slowly. He had no idea who this girl was. Her back was to him now as she stood and tried to flag down a couple of Marines walking by. They weren't paying attention and her shoulders slumped in defeat.

She wasn't a typical Californian girl. She was blonde, naturally so, and fair skinned. No tan to speak of. She was thin, but healthy. Plenty of curve to her body, especially where it mattered. She was about five foot four-ish. Her breasts were small, B-cups at best, but they complimented the rest of her figure perfectly. And that ass was amazing. Just the right amount of curve to it. 

Yet, she was dressed rather modestly. A pink jacket, zipped up with the sleeves pushed above her elbows. Her jeans weren't too tight, but fit her just right. They weren't low rise either, hitting her hips just perfectly. 

She turned, flashing her sign in his direction. 

Her face was slightly familiar and yet completely unknown, all at the same time. 

She caught sight of him. A smile spread across her lips and she dropped her sign. 

"You're home!" She shouted, drawing the attention of several nearby Marines. She sprinted the last few steps towards him and threw her arms around him. 

Sam looked up. The Marines were looking at him, some had even paused mid-conversation. Since when had Staff Sergeant Zee ever had anyone waiting for him? 

"Um, yes...I am," said Sam doing his best to disentangle himself from her arms. "I uh..." he was lost for words as he pulled her off of him and stepped back slightly. "I'm sorry but, who are you?" 

His men were used to him being calm headed, stoic, and cool under-pressure. Right now his face was red with embarrassment. 

The girl looked at him. She was startled at first. He got the feeling that he should recognize her. She clearly knew him. Her forehead scrunched in frustration and disappointment as she looked up at him. 

That look. 

He knew that look. It reminded him of another young woman. Another blonde haired, green-eyed woman. His ex-wife had looked so much like this girl when they'd first met. 

Their divorce had been amicable. They'd remained friends and her family still supported him. He'd even given her his blessing when she got remarried. 

But this girl. 

This girl had been his pen pal for years now. The gangly little sister of his ex-wife. The nerdy-bookworm of a teenager that had been a bridesmaid in their wedding. She'd written him for years now. She'd even asked him when he was going to be home in her last letter. She was the only one he'd told. He'd completely forgotten about it. In his mind she was still the same wispy little teenager that hadn't gotten her driver's license until she was eighteen. 

This gorgeous young woman in front him was...what? All of twenty-three years old now? She'd become a full on goddess now. 

But if she'd changed this much, then surely he'd changed too. How had she even recognized him? He'd lost a lot of weight since they'd last met. He was balding early but kept his hair buzzed to try and hide it. 

He could see it in her eyes. She was studying him. His face, every little detail. For a brief moment a sadness flashed in her eyes and then was gone. What had she seen?

"Penelope?" he said at last, still slightly dumbfounded. 

Her eyes brightened instantly and a smile spread across her face. 

"No way," he said incredulously. "You're...you're so...I mean..." he struggled to convey his thoughts without putting his foot in his mouth. 

"So what?" she asked, looking up at him with those soul-piercing green eyes.

"Just...Wow!" he blurted out. 

She blushed and looked down. 

"You look pretty good too," she said. "Glad to see you didn't get hurt." She paused and shut her eyes, sighing deeply before speaking again. "I was stupid to come down here. I'm sorry. Just, when you didn't get off the plane right away I was worried something had happened."

Her eyes threatened tears and he panicked, grabbing her tightly in a hug. 

"I'm alright. I just didn't think anyone would be waiting here for me, least of all you. I didn't realize..." his voice trailed off as he remember a line from her last letter. 

See you when you come back! 

She was being literal. Realizing he was still holding her, and that little Zee was threatening to stand at attention and salute her, he pulled back somewhat suddenly, and tried his best to adjust his uniform as he changed the topic. 

"So, how's.. how's school? You're - what, a junior in college now?" He looked around now, realizing with much relief that everyone was back to paying attention to their own messes.

It took her a minute to regain her composure. Coming here, she was a college student, her third year respected among her peers and currently holding a job as night manager at a local hotel. She had her shit together. When she met up with him again, she was back to being that little teenaged girl who had a crush on her big sister's husband. 

She knew, thanks to a class in psychology, that with friends and family you were always treated as the age that the two of you met. In that line of questioning, she'd always think of him as a hunky man who was not right in the head for marrying her sister, and he'd always think of her as just a nerdy confused girl with a cute crush.

That's what psychology said, but his eyes said something else. 

The way his letters had read too, once a week at least, for the past three years. Double when he was deployed. He always treated her as an adult, as her own person. Respected her for her choices, and never mentioned her sister. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and kept trying to pry them away to see what everyone else was doing. Moving slowly, waiting for the buses. 

"Wait one," he said holding a finger up to her before she could answer, and headed over to the gunnery sergeant in charge of the 'operation.' Quickly ascertaining that he had time for a meaningful conversation he approached her again, all smiles. 

"Sorry. Just making sure we had time to catch up here."

"Oh.. Oh! Well, I have the next few days off, and can afford to skip a couple classes, so I was going to follow you back to base and - uh.." She trailed off. 

He smiled. "That's very sweet of you Penelope. You didn't have to come down here - waste your free time on an old marine -"

She interrupted him rather quickly, "You're only 30." 

He chuckled sadly, "Feels like 82." 

He gestured to a nearby bench and sat down next to her, about a person and a half away from her. "My knees are shoddy, back is killing me, the hand where I was hit with that shrapnel aches any time there is rain, and pretty sure my intestines have turned rebellious on me as well." He sat back and watched her eyes as she took all that information in.

"You're right. You are old," she grinned. 

He playfully poked her in the side. He did treat her like the adult woman she was, but there were some mannerisms that couldn't be helped. He paused and realized it was inappropriate, trying to apologize she stopped him with a very contented smile. 

"I'm actually glad, I was afraid this was going to be awkward. I... I know it has to be for you, to talk to me after you and my sister split ways. And you could've always turned my letters down and just ignored me. But you always wrote back, even during the complaints and long winded rants about math professors being immensely boring or my chemistry teacher being excessively grabby-"

"Remind me to beat him.." he said with a suggestively violent tone.

"It was a her." 

His head shot back to look at her and judge if she was pulling his leg. Nope.

Trying to alleviate the awkwardness he decided to push it into full on awkward mode. "Oh.. So.. Take pictures then?"

"She was about three hundred pounds," She said trying to keep her face void of any expression but a hint of a smile still crept onto her face.

He threw up his hands in defeat. "Damnit, so, back to beating some one up then. You ok from that - uh.. Teacher?"

"Oh yeah, no harm no foul. We all get a little lonely."

And that just brought his thought train full circle back to the train station. 

"Yeah, speaking of.. I have to say I was replying mostly in a... selfish manner. I don't speak with many people outside of work and.. Not much family these days so, yeah. Touch bit of the loneliness. I'm sorry if you think I took advantage, but you weren't the only one feeling a bit lonely."

For a brief moment he thought the revelation had killed her respect for him. But her hand intertwined with his suddenly brought a new spark to it. 

"Of course you were. Sam, I.." She grinned and looked away from his face and down at her feet. "Of course you were. How could you not be? It's a very lonely job."

Wise beyond her years. He thought to himself as he looked around him. Three hundred something marines on that deployment, and except for a few joking buddies and the conversations to get them all through the day, he had been completely alone for the better part of the deployment. Only time he had felt like he belonged in quite possibly a long time, was when her hand was in his.

"I uh..." He tried to breathe and found it a bit hard for the air to find his lungs. "You uh.. Tell your sister you came down to see me?" 

"She encouraged it. She knew I was writing you, was a bit shocked a couple weeks ago when she found out that what started when I was still a kid, writing you whenever you were deployed had increased to being your pen pal no matter where you were, and still were. Regardless of both our jobs and other work." She didn't finish with what her sister had said to her, and flushed red with embarrassment at the words of 'encouragement' she had uttered.

"How is she? I mean really, she tells me some things but I think she tries to shield me still so I don't worry." 

Not really wanting to talk about her sister too much, she gave up some information but told him that otherwise she was doing fine, trying to keep his attention focused on the here and now, just like Julie had told her. 

"You have leave for a couple days after this right?" She asked quietly. It took him a minute to realize just what exactly she'd said.

"Yes, just gotta get out of the formation then out of this uniform then I'm home free for a couple of days before I gotta go back and finish signing my gear back in. Getting out in a couple of weeks." 

"Mind if I keep you company?" She stated. It was a bold statement but it was obvious from the way she held herself, she was struggling to keep up her persona of having everything together.

"I'd love that." He said without thinking. Though, he couldn't even pretend to think he wanted to retract those words. He did have to give her the heads up though. "I uh.. You can't stay on base though and I would rather not stay on base anyways -"

"I have an apartment - um.. A couple hours away." She offered, then suddenly came to a really awkward thought.

"Good, can I crash with you for the next few days?"

"Yes.. I.. umm.." She was going to mention she only had the one room, and just a small twin bed and a recliner chair, but thought that she'd tackle that problem when they got down the road.

"Good to go, Penelope.." He paused and looked around. "Give me the address, and I'll meet you there? I've got quite a bit of work to do when I get back to the base before I dismiss myself." 

"Sure, of course!" She nearly blurted excitedly. Pausing and clenching her fist around her jeans she tried to get her shit together. "I'll text it to you." She said then gave him her information, and in exchange he gave her his.

With that, the buses arrived shortly after, they said their goodbyes and he impatiently road out back to the base and retrieved his gear. Where as the last couple of deployments had always gotten him down from their distinct lack of anyone giving a shit about him coming home, he couldn't stop but keep smiling to himself as he was dismissed from formation. He couldn't stop smiling as he put his gear away and returned to the Bachelor's Enlisted Quarters and dressed into something a bit more comfortable and packed enough gear for the weekend.

Reclaiming his phone and putting it on the charger was his first priority. Secondly he packed as he waited for it to get enough of a charge before he placed a call to an old contact he had kept in his phone for five years but never once used.

"Hey, is uh.. Julie there? Yeah? Hey - it's me. Uh - Sam. Nice to hear your voice too Julie" he said in reply to her shock and compliment.

"Hey Sam? What's going on?" 

He felt like his red face could be seen from the moon. 

"I um, well ok - I just got back home. And your sister was there to meet with me and she invited me to her apartment to stay the weekend, and I don't think anything will happen but if it makes ANYTHING at all weird between us, or God forbid between you and her I'll step aside right now and tell her I can't -"

"No. No Sam, I told her to ask you out. You guys have been corresponding for how long?"

"On and off since you and I were married, but it got really serious about three years ago, when she started college and needed advice - I.."

"You were lonely. And she was lonely and needed help. And she went to you because she loves you."

That last sentence just about hit him harder than two megaton neutron bomb. "She.. Uh.. What?"

"Oh hush, you know she does. Hell you probably love her too, just won't admit it because you don't want to hurt her. I really missed that about you. Chivalrous to the end." 

He was speechless.

"Trust me, nothing is weird between us. I gotta go, my wife just came home and needs help with the groceries. I love you Sam. Keep safe ok?" 

The silence after the phone call was just about deafening. What was even more maddening was Julie's last couple sentences of encouragement. The questions resounding from that last paragraph of dialogue between he and his ex-wife rattled through his head. Did she? Really? Did he? Really?? 

Of course he did. The answer was quicker than he expected, and he wasn't half as blown away as he thought he'd be by it. And she did too. It was obvious to everyone except him apparently. He finished packing the few shirts and pants and clean underwear he head kept in his locker in the shop, and headed out. 

He knew where the area was, and hitched a ride from one of his co-workers to about halfway there, before he got a cab and went the rest of the way there. Texting her when he was about ten minutes out.

He got out of the cab, stumbled around lost for a bit before being flagged down by Penelope in her second story apartment window. He all but flew up to the top of the stairs and before he could knock she opened the door and greeted him with a feast for his eyes. 

Her hair was let down and loose from the pony tail it had been in earlier, coming down to her shoulders, and almost resting on them. Her dress on the other hand. Blue as the sky, and while parts of her shoulders were exposed the dress had sleeves which came up to between her forearms and elbows, the blue in the dress itself amplified the blue in her eyes and accentuated the very female forms of her body, and there he was standing stupidly at the door, pretty sure his mouth was ajar and his tongue hang lying on the floor. 

He was wearing a polo shirt and some beat up old jeans while she had dressed up and definitely been planning this for sometime. He felt so completely out of place and that Penelope was undoubtedly out of his league.

And there he was, rocking some of the best fitting jeans she'd ever seen. His shirt was ironed and crisp, he smelt of a fresh shower and definitely the hint of some nice aftershave. 

He'd even gone and shaved the stubble he'd gained from the flight over from Europe. And here she was, in a hand me down dress she'd managed to borrow from her friend Tracey at the last minute. God, she felt so out of place and there was no doubt that Sam was completely out of her league.




Coming Home



"I.. uh.. Damn. Penelope you didn't have to dress up for me - I.. feel really under dressed now." He stated as he tried his best to keep nervous ticks from taking over and he started twiddling his fingers or kicking invisible rocks on the door step of her apartment.

"Oh? This old thing I-" she shook her head immediately as she said that. "Sorry, no I just borrowed this from my friend, I wanted to impress you - I - come in! Please!" 

He grinned at her as he stepped past the threshold, trying his best not to get an erection from the combined sights and smells that were Penelope A. Geer. 

P.a.ge. As he had referred to her when she was younger, when everyone else called her penny or Pen-y-lope. 

She was Page, or Paige to him. 

"Penelope... Page.." She seemed to stumble a little when he called her that for the first time, out loud. "you look absolutely stunning I - are you sure you want me here?" he said in a slightly humor full question.

His eyes dazzled at her, she could tell he was using his humor as a mask to try and hide his feelings. He truly did question her for some reason, as to why he was here. 

"Of.. Of course I want you here Sam! I've been wishing for you to come home for so long, and.. To see you. Finally." She shook her head. "No, for you to see ME. For who I am now." She stepped closer to him. "I'm so glad you're home Sam." She whispered lowly.

His throat was tighter than his pants at this point as he inched closer to her. 

"Pen... Penelope" He said and brushed a single strand of blonde hair from her face and did the unthinkable. His body was taking over and shutting his mind out of the thought process for the moment, and he held her cheek in his left hand as he urged her gently closer to him with his right, and into his embrace as he kissed her gently on the lips. 

The kiss slowly increased in intensity, then sparked as soon as the two of them came to the sudden realization that this is what they'd been building up to for so long. 

"Penelope." He stuttered under his breath. 

"Sam.." She replied gently.

"I think, I think we need to take it a little slow." 

"Yes.. Yes.." She said with increased excitement, then realized what he had said and looked at him incredulously. "Then maybe," she smirked. "you should tell your hand that too?"

He finally realized where his hand had wandered off to. He looked down slowly, realizing the offending member had not only trailed down below her belt line, but had also hiked up her dress and was currently rubbing her inner thigh as if it were a polished golden lamp that could grant him three wishes.

"Yes. I will need to have a talk with him.." He looked back at her now with a quizzical grin. 

"So I can assume the lack of protests means you like this?" He said continuing to rub her. She only moaned in response. 

He had wanted to quit, to slow down and maybe take her to dinner first, but dinner would have to wait. It'd been so long since he had done something like this, he was already bursting at the seams, and he could tell she was wired to go at any moment as well. He slid the hand in between her legs and rested it firmly on her trimmed mound, her anticipation already soaking through her underpants. 

"Samuel!" She nearly cried out as she bit her lip. "Samuel.. Sammy.. The door.. The door". 

He looked back and confirmed that indeed they had left the door open. With a swift backward kick he closed the door with a gentle slam, without ever once leaving the warmth of her pussy. This, somewhat weird talent for closing doors while fondling her must've triggered something within her psyche because it lead to an immediate reward as she shuddered slightly. 

He couldn't take it anymore and peaked aside her underpants. For all her womanly behavior, the bright yellow panties seemed a bit out of place on her adding another bit of cutesiness to her persona. His roughed up and beaten hand skillfully found her sex, and as his index finger began to enter her, causing her to clench onto him even tighter, his thumb began to rub up and down her little pink clitoris.

"Shit.. Sam, I.." 

"Language, young lady." He stated quietly and kissed her lips gently as she wrapped her left arm around his neck and braced herself with her right hand by placing it upon his hip. 

"Shut up and finger fuck me." She breathed heavily, and in that instant she was greeted with just that. It wasn't very long before his hand was soaked and she'd shivered her way through yet another orgasm.

She started to hike the dress up over her head, pulling it off and discarding it on the recliner as quickly as possible, returning her hands back to their needy grabbing of his masculine body as soon as she could get them there. 

"You're so hot Sam.. I.. I can't control myself.." 

He started to slow his pace just a little and nuzzled her neck with his face. 

"Don't hold back," He coaxed and she responded immediately by unzipping his pants, and pressing her hand against his swollen member. 

"Oh trust me, I won't." she grinned devilishly and began to undo his pants and belt with a bit of help from his free hand. He would've stopped her but at this point, he was aching so badly he couldn't say no to her gentle grasp. His voice rattled a little as her cool thin fingers slowly clasped the heat of his cock and pulled him free from his boxers. 

"Jesus," she inhaled sharply "It's huge!" 

In that moment he came to two realizations. One. She was a virgin who'd probably never seen or at the very least touched a grown man's penis. Two, he was not going to last long at all with the way she fondled and held him. "Penelope.. I.." 

She smiled knowing full well she was having an affect on him. She kept massaging his quivering member. 

"You going to come for me Zee?" 

He shuddered a little when she called him that, and could only nod in response as his voice had fled him as his pleasure began to peak. 

She hesitated, but knew what he needed to send him over. She didn't know why he needed it, how he could ever find her that attractive, but as he was standing there, fingering her as she jerked him off , eyes closed tightly, she understood two things. 

One, he was trying to keep her pure in his head, that maybe he was doing something wrong here and taking advantage of her. Two, she was not going to last long at all with the way he was fondling and holding her. 

"Look at me Sam." 

His eyes darted open and caught her gaze, so loving and warm, before immediately noticing how much of her was exposed to him. Skin, just everywhere he looked was skin, only thing keeping her from complete nudity was the mismatched black bra firmly hugging her breasts and the yellow panties now bunched to one side to provide access for Samuel's hand. 

She whispered to him ever so gently, "Unhook my bra please?"

With a tender caress of his cheek she moved him into a kiss as his free hand slowly fumbled with the clasp of her bra and then tossed it to join the other clothing on the recliner. 

He drank her in. His hand, now caressed her naked back as he pushed forward against her, his right hand continuing its task of pleasuring her with renewed vigor, adding a second finger. 

His breath became ragged, as he realized it had been longer than two tours since he'd had any quality time with a member of the opposite sex, possibly even longer. 

Could've been since... and it donned on him. Unconsciously he had stopped his frivolous pursuits of the one night stand variety around the same time that her letters picked up in pace and intensity. 

Her third shudder of the night snapped him out of his thought process as she clenched onto his shoulder with her left hand and relaxed her grip on his cock with her right. As she panted against him, still aftershocks rumbling through her body from the last orgasm. 

He looked at her as he had done so many other times that day, this time his eyes sparkled with something she couldn't place a finger on. Awe? 

"What..." She half moaned, slowly recovering from what he'd done to her. 

"What are you thinking about?" She moved her hands up slowly tugging at his yellow and white striped polo shirt, and lifted it over his head with his hesitant cooperation.

"I..." He stumbled not really knowing how to put it in words. "Trumpets." 

"Wait... What?" She asked, tossing his shirt casually across the room before pressing her naked breasts against his bare chest. 

"The song. By Jason De...uh... De-r...something-"

"Derulo?"

"Yes. That guy. The song... Trumpets... 'every time, you get undressed... I hear symphonies in my head... something, something, something... The drums they swing low and the trumpets they go..." And then he tried his own personal imitation of a trumpet, eliciting a giggle turned outright laughter on her part.

"I guess I wouldn't have ever thought of it quite like that. Not sure if the song does it any justice..." She kissed his chest and slid her hand down to grasp his heated member.

"It may not-" He gasped as she started to pump him again "...but that song is the closest thing to how I feel right now," he said looking back into her eyes. "Of course it doesn't even come close to describing you right now."

She couldn't take it anymore. The excitement and passion was bubbling over. She quickly scrambled to the floor, kneeling in front of him and gazing up at him. 

"Cum for me Samuel," She whispered huskily. "Cum on me staff sergeant, mark me as yours..." She looked up at him as she started to pump with both hands now. 

He stood, greedily licking her juices from his fingers before tangling them in her hair. She grinned wickedly as she hummed the tune to Trumpets as best she could. 

"No one has done it before you know?"

"Done...done what, Penelope?" He asked, panting as he grew nearer to orgasm. 

"Cum on my chest. This chest is a virgin, much like the rest of me." She paused, feeling him tensing up, "and I want you to have it Samuel. Just you."

"Fuck!" He gasped as his instincts took over where her words left off and he thrust vigorously into her awaiting hands. "Cumming! I'm cumming, Penelope... Penny... I'm..." 

Straining with the effort of it all he clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip as he reached his climax and cascaded into the most powerful ejaculation he'd ever experienced. 

"Sorry," He gasped, his chest heaving as he looked down at the cum soaked woman in front of him. 

"No need to apologize Sam," She leaned forward and sucked on the head of his penis a little, cleaning it of his cum. 

"I wanted it," She swallowed, "I needed it." 

"Let's clean you off," he said as he helped her to her feet and kissed her. "And thank you."

"You don't have to, I wanted to," she protested.

"For loving me," He said, searching her eyes.

She stopped short and blushed. Suddenly feeling strangely embarrassed as she stood their quietly letting him dry her off with a towel. It wasn't until he'd finished that she finally found her voice again. 

"I do. Sam, I do love you."

"I know." He leant in and enveloped her lips with his before stopping and looking her in the eyes once more, "And I love you too."

-15 minutes later -

The Smell of their impromptu sex filled the apartment as they quietly got dressed. Sam felt changed. He'd finally come to terms with something that he'd been unconsciously suppressing for all these years. 

He loved this girl. Despite the age difference he felt a connection to her. He'd always loved her, he realized that now. He glanced over at her as she pulled her clothing on. 

His heart fluttered every time their eyes met. He was a battle-hardened warrior who'd spent most of his life alone. He was nothing but a stupid jarhead that was more familiar with his rifle than he was with the female body. Hell, his ex-wife had better luck with women than he did. 

But here he was in the presence of an attractive, funny, smart, and sexy young woman. How her hands fit around him, how she had so expertly stroked him...the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

Could they have something? Or were they doomed to fail just like every other relationship he'd ever had? Wouldn't she be more comfortable with someone closer to her own age? 

"Everything ok?" She asked him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

"Yeah. No, it's fine. I...Sorry, my thoughts just go off on their own sometimes," he mumbled. 

She'd heard of it before. The thousand yard stare. He'd be talking to someone and seemingly look straight through them. Or at least that was the idea, he hadn't done it in front of her or to her. At least, not until now. 

"I...I didn't overstep any bounds did I?" She asked. 

"What? No, of course not, Penelope. I-I really enjoyed that...You're just...Sooo..." Words failed him. Beautiful? Attractive? Sexy? Amazing? "-Hot." 

Yeah no, that was definitely not the right thing to say.

"...that was really lame." he muttered as he shook his head, disappointed in himself.

She blushed. "I...uh...Really? I mean...thank you, Sam. That means quite a bit coming from you." 

He felt his throat tighten. 

"The real reason I'm having such a difficult time is..." He shook his head and sat down on the arm of the recliner. "Me? Really? I'm like seven years older than you. There's gotta be plenty of guys your age for you to fool around with..." He immediately regretted the choice of words.

Her brow furrowed and angrily looked down at the floor.

"I really like you, Samuel. I have since I met you. You were ALWAYS kind to me and you treated me like an equal, never like a kid." 

She hesitated before finishing. She had to make sure he knew what she meant. She approached him as he sat, gently grabbed his hand and slid it into her jacket resting it between her breasts where her rapidly beating heart was nestled. "You are definitely what I want...even if you don't want me..."

"You. Are. Perfect. How could I not want you?" He said, standing up and holding her hands in either of his before kissing her gently. 

"Then why? Why hesitate?" she asked as their lips parted.

It was more challenge than question. 

She didn't want anymore excuses. She wanted him. Did he want her? Of course he did. Why else would he have kept writing to her for all those years? Then why was he hesitating? There was nothing stopping them. Nothing except for him. 

The mental restraints he had placed on himself finally snapped. 

She gasped as his left hand clasped her buttocks and pulled her closer. His lips captured hers, expressing all of his pent up passion in a hot, wet, kiss that left them both gasping for breath. 

As she leaned into him, she could feel his hard bulge growing against her groin. kissing her with all the conviction in the world as the bulge in his pants rubbed up against her skirt covered groin. Her hands strayed downwards, fumbling with his belt as he continued to hold her. It only took a minute before she'd manage to free him once more. 

Her actions only intensified his own movements. His hands slid up beneath her shirt, quickly unclasping her bra. They broke their kiss long enough for him to toss aside her shirt and then locked lips once more. 

His hands gingerly massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel and the weight of them. Then he pulled back from their kiss and ducked his head down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled wetly at her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple, teasing it. 

She cooed sweetly at the attention he was giving her and moved slightly, sliding her hand into his boxers and grasping hold of his rock hard member. 

He released her nipple, leaning up and kissing her once more. Smiling, she met his kisses and pressed the band of his boxers downwards until gravity took over and they fell to the ground. He kicked them aside, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply as she continued to stroke him. 

Stopping between kisses he whispered against her lips, "I Need you. I want you Penelope...So bad, I can't take this torture anymore."

She didn't have to be told twice. Kicking her shoes off, she grabbed his hand and sprinted the ten, or so, feet to the open bedroom door. She smiled cutely over her shoulder at him and took his hands in hers.

Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her. Lifting her off the ground a few inches, he kissed her lips as they blindly approached the bed. He broke the kiss as he lowered her the mattress where she proceeded to sprawl out on the bed before him. 

He pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside and stood, naked, beside the bed. That moment seemed to stretch on for eternity.

And then it was over.

He was clambering onto the bed. His hands grasping at her skirt and panties, sliding them from her body in what felt like an agonizingly slow process. He needed her. Needed to feel her. To be a part of her. 

"Samuel...please..." she breathed and their eyes locked, "fuck me."

A shudder of desire washed over him so strongly that he thought he might lose his mind. He climbed between her legs, holding his throbbing cock in one hand and preparing to guide himself into her throbbing pink slit.

Somewhere in the back of his mind an alarm went off and panic washed through him. 

"Shit," He muttered, glancing around the room quickly.

"What's wrong?" She breathed heavily. The anticipation had left her breathless. 

"Condom," He said, furrowing his brow and attempting to extricate himself from between her legs. 

He felt her thighs tighten around him and she locked her ankles behind his back. He looked back, meeting her eager gaze. 

She shook her head insistently and pulled him close with her legs. His throbbing cock was rubbing against her pussy now, and the contact elicited a moan from both of them. 

"No condom," she said looking up at him. "I...I've been on birth control ever since you told me you were coming home."

He didn't need any other explanation. No further details. The moment she said "No Condom" he'd been ready.

He guided himself to her once more and met her eyes as he pressed himself inside.

She gasped sharply, wincing as he penetrated her. The pain pierced through her momentarily and then began to dull. 

He stopped short. She really was a virgin. The fact that she waited for three years while in a college campus, filled with young virile men and women. Probably went on dates and all that and she was still a virgin. PROBABLY saving it for him? That just about made him lose it.

She recovered quickly, and cooed as he lay on top of her. 

"You're amazing," she heard him say. 

Even though he had already seen her naked, taken her virginity, and came on her chest and breasts, she still blushed at his compliment.

"Really, you are... so much self control. So much dedication." 

He started to slowly move back and forth, and when she moaned in pleasure he slowly picked up speed. 

"I will do," he said as he thrust into her, "everything I can," he kissed her neck, "to deserve this." 

He felt her tighten around his cock and her back arched up off the bed as she shuddered. She was so close to orgasm. 

He wasn't going to last long. It'd been nearly three years since the last time he'd had sex. But he had to try his best to hold on, to make her cum at least once. 

With a shaky hand he located her clitoris and gently began to massage it. 

"Cum for me Penny," he coaxed.

Something was different with his voice. He was shaky, on the precipice of pleasure and just about to be pushed over the edge. The realization that it was HER body doing this, that she had been the cause of him losing his cool and would be the reason why he came inside her...She bit her lip. "Fuck. Fuck! Sam.. Sammy...I'm..."

"Cum for me darling. I...I'm almost..." His thrusts became quicker and his breathing more labored.




Coming Home



She clamped down on him with her legs, instinctively trying to get him closer to her, preventing him from spilling himself anywhere but inside her virgin pussy.

With a grin and a grunt he reached up and held onto her left shoulder with his right hand, as his left hand grabbed her hip and anchored himself as he thrust into her. 

"Cumming. Penny I'm cumming.." 

"Yes! Yes!" She begged and let herself go. She could feel him starting to release inside her. A few quick thrusts then his pace slowed dramatically as he was slowly pumping the remaining cum into her awaiting pussy hole. 

She held him tight to her, as if she was afraid he'd disappear from her. As soon as he had regained some strength he slid out of her, his semen mixed with her own juices slowly oozing out of her. He gazed into those marvelous green eyes of hers. 

"You are fantastic," He panted, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently.

"I don't know what I expected," she said as She stretched out and cuddled up around him. "But I never expected my first time to be so..." She met his gaze, "awesome." She grinned and sat up next to him, starting to kiss him slowly. 

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want anymore. Hell, I could go again if you wanted to," She finished that thought by gently sucking his bottom lip.

He chuckled as she released him. 

"Give me a couple of hours and you're on." 

A bear like growl escaped from his stomach, followed by a similar one from her. 

"After we've eaten, of course," he said with a chuckle.

She grinned wickedly. 

"Plenty of time to get some take out, catch you up on the news then have you fuck my brains out." 

His jaw nearly dropped. There was no way she had seen this as a mistake. And he couldn't either. There was not a single worry in his head that he'd made a mistake, except for not doing this sooner. 

Cupping her face in his hands he kissed her gingerly, adding a little bit of tongue before breaking free. She grinned and rolled away from him, climbing out of bed as she went in search of cordless phone and the Chinese Takeout menu. 

He stretched and stared up at the ceiling, a feeling of contentment washing over him. 

"This is going to be the best weekend ever."



Coming Home



After spending 6 months under the hot Afghanistan sun, I arrive to find my wife waiting for me at the airfield. She's dressed moderately, with a floral skirt that reaches midway down her thighs, and a thin, white blouse. I can see the outline of her white, lace bra that I bought her for Christmas and hope she's wearing the matching thong under that skirt. The thought elicits a spark through my body.

She runs and jumps at me, throwing her arms around me and kisses me, passionately. God, it's been so long since I felt those soft lips. I move my tongue to find hers but she pulls away and looks at me slyly, intentionally teasing me.

I'm still wearing my military uniform as we fall through the front door of our house, our lips connected. As I kiss along her jaw and down her neck she unzips my fleece and pulls it over my head.

"Bed! Now!" I demand.

"Yes Captain, anything you say." she giggles back playfully.

I follow her halfway up the stairs before picking her up and carrying her over my shoulder and throwing her down on the bed. I return to kissing her neck and slowly unbutton her blouse, my lips trailing down her neck to her cleavage. She lets out a gentle moan and takes my shirt off. I lean over her, our bare abdomens touching, while I unclip her bra and yank it off.

I kiss further down her chest and reach her taut nipples, sucking and gently nibbling them while I rub her thighs. She moans again, slightly louder than before, and I feel my cock start to throb.

I pull her skirt down, sliding it over her feet and kiss up her thighs, getting closer and closer to my target. I use my teeth to pull her thong down in one swift movement. The sweet smell of her juices makes my cock go rock hard.

She gasps as I run my finger through her dripping wet pussy lips, and up to her clit and begin to slowly circle it, building up speed. She moans, thrusting her hips towards my fingers; it's clear she hasn't felt my touch in a while. I keep circling her clit and place my mouth on her pussy lips, blowing gently. I hear her groan and chuckle to myself. I slide my tongue into her pussy and back out again, lapping up her juices like a dog, all while placing a light pressure on her nub.

Her moans grow louder and louder and she screams, wanting more, as I take her clit between my teeth. I suck and lick rapidly at her clit, while pushing my fingers inside her soaking pussy, increasing the number of fingers and the speed. I find her g-spot and I feel her pussy clamp on my hand as she throws her head back and screams in ecstasy, her whole body shuddering in orgasm.

Her breathing returns to normal and she pushes me down on my back and kneels on her front, her ass in the air, leaning over my crotch. She slowly unzips my shorts and pulls them off along with my underwear. She takes my erect cock in her hand and rubs it up and down the shaft, liking the precum off the tip. I lean back on my elbows and groan. It's been so long since I've felt any pleasure in my cock. When satisfied that she's effectively cleaned my cock of its precum, she takes the whole shaft in her mouth and moves her head back and forth, intentionally slowly. After a few minutes of this, I'm desperate for release. I grab her hair gently, thrusting my cock down her throat until she gags. She has an impressive ability to take almost all of my large cock before gagging.

"Oh fuck! Yes! I'm gonna cum!!" I scream and ejaculate into her mouth. She grins at me and swallows her mouthful of my cum. This only turns me on more.

I sit up and fling her on her back, spreading her legs and putting them over my shoulders. I press my pulsating cock into her tight pussy and begin to fuck her hard.

"Oh my god! Yes! Make me cum! Let me coat your dick in my juices!" she says through heavy breathing.

She thrusts her hips, making my penetrations deeper and I hit her g-spot every time. She convulses in wave after wave of uncontrollable orgasms, screaming louder every time. I hold my orgasm back for as long as I can, but when I feel the walls of her pussy clamp around my dick, it becomes too much and I moan in orgasm in unison with her.

She groans gently as she feels me ejaculate inside her and I pull out. I lie on my back and she licks and sucks my cock clean.

I scoop her up in my arms and hug her close to my body; it's clear she's exhausted. I lie her down with her head on the pillow and turn us both to face the left-hand side of the room in a spooning position. I pull the duvet over us; we are both still fully undressed. I stroke her hair to relax her and encourage her to rest, but press my dick against her ass, just as a little extra torment.



Coming Home



The trees were tangle-trunked weeping gums, all bent and twisted, stunted and knotted, with creaking branches and clattering dusty leaves. Bark came off in long loose strips and hung, rattling, in the breeze. Between the trees there was grass and dust and stony little gullies. In a dry summer like this, the sun baked everything, grass and dirt and empty dams, to a dusty pale gold.

Bec drove too fast, feeling the pickup truck's tires slip now and then, bashing through potholes. She knew the road, had been driving along it since she was ten. Down past the last of the trees, halfway along the long straight stretch before the valley climbed and narrowed again towards the farm, Bec saw a car stopped on the side of the road.

The bonnet was up, and a man she didn't know was standing in front of it. He was holding something in one hand, glaring at it, looking irritated. Bec assumed a phone. There was no cell signal along this part of the road.

She slowed down, stopped beside him, opened the passenger-side window and called, "Is everything okay?"

"The car stopped."

"What's wrong with it?"

"I don't know."

He looked over at her, and noticed what she was wearing. It was eleven in the morning and she was in a party dress. She'd been out all night, had stayed with a friend in town so she could drink and not have to drive back afterwards. But there was no way for him to know that. He just saw the dress and the dusty pickup and didn't seem to know what to make of her.

"Phone doesn't work?" Bec said.

"Ah," he said, still looking at her clothes. "No."

"There's no signal until you're back up the hill. The tower's down on the highway."

"Oh."

He must be visiting someone, Bec decided. Anyone who lived around here would have asked for help by now.

"Do you want me to have a look?" she said.

"It's okay. I'll phone someone."

"Yeah," Bec said. "Not without a three kilometer walk, you won't."

He kept looking at her, apparently confused.

"The phone," she said. "There's no signal."

"Right."

He seemed a bit helpless, like he didn't know how to deal with a broken-down car.

She hesitated, then pulled over in front of him, and parked, and climbed out.

As she got out he saw her boots, and stared. She was wearing work boots. Farm boots. Boots that were comfortable to drive in, but that really didn't go with the dress.

"I'll have a look at the car," she said.

"You don't need to," he said.

"Yeah, I know. But I will, because you're kind of stuck here otherwise."

He kept looking at her boots.

"If it's something small," she said, watching him stare. "It's quicker than driving you back to town."

She didn't think he was listening.

"So the shoes are on the back seat," she said. "And I stayed with a mate, it isn't a walk of shame thing. Anything you want to say?"

He shook his head.

"Could you get the bonnet?" she said.

He reached in the window and found the latch and popped it. Bec opened it, making sure to clip it up so it wouldn't fall on her head. She looked at the engine. "What happened?"

"It stopped."

"Yeah, I got that. While you were driving?"

"Yeah."

She poked the battery terminals, but the cables seemed to be screwed on tight. She tried to see a distributor, but it was a new car and there wasn't one. It was probably a fault in the fuel injection, or the main computer, or something else she couldn't do anything about. "Try and start it," she said.

"Now?"

"Yep."

He climbed in and she heard the key turn, heard a click from down in front of her that was probably a battery solenoid, but nothing else. Something had gone pretty badly wrong.

"Yeah," she said. "That's not good."

She thought for a moment. The day was hot and her skin was sticky and she could feel hair trying to get loose and fall past her face into the engine bay. She wiped her face with her hand, then poked the battery again, and wondered what was wrong.

She noticed grease on her hand. She realized she'd probably smeared it on her face too when she'd touched it just then. She put that hand on the side of the car, deliberately, so she wouldn't touch her clothes by mistake and get them oily.

She was leaning over the engine bay hoping she'd get some inspiration. She thought she ought to stand there for a minute and look like she was trying so it didn't seem like she was giving up too soon.

The man leaned on the side of the car and watched her. Hopefully, she assumed.

Then she glanced up and noticed where he was looking. She was wearing a party dress. It was low at the front, and she was leaning, and it was hanging down a fair bit, and she didn't have anything on underneath.

"Mate," she said. "Seriously? While I try and help?"

And he blushed. She watched, a bit curious. She hadn't seen a guy blush that much before.

She watched him blush, but didn't actually move.

He looked away, down at the engine, when she caught him. She kept standing where she was, and after a minute he looked again. Almost like he couldn't help himself. It was sort of flattering.

So Bec flashed him.

She pulled down the front of the dress and held it there and let him look. Because he seemed like an okay person, and he'd actually had the decency to get embarrassed, and because it didn't happen to her that often, people looking. And because after not wearing a bra for most of a day and rubbing around on the insides of the dress, she'd got a bit more aware of her tits than normal. And because she was tired and full of nervous energy and a little worried about being home again for the family Christmas. And because right now she had oil on her face and was sweaty and in a nice dress and hadn't got laid last night, and somehow she felt like a calendar hanging in a service station. In a good way.

So she pulled the front of the dress down.

He stood there and looked at her. He seemed surprised.

She grinned, like it was all between mates, and it actually felt like it was. She didn't necessarily want to fuck him, she didn't necessarily want him getting all smitten and following her around. She just wanted to show him her tits and have him appreciate her.

He seemed to be appreciating her. He was staring.

After a while she pulled the dress back up, because otherwise they might be there all day.

"So I can't fix it," she said. "The car. It's sick. It's completely fucked."

"Oh," he said, like he'd forgotten about the car. "Yeah. Well. Thanks for trying."

"No worries." She slammed the bonnet closed. "Hop in, I'll drop you where you're going."

"You don't need to."

"Three kilometer walk," she said. "At least. Get in." She went to the truck, opened the driver's door. "Come on."

He locked his car and followed her. "Silly question," he said. "You aren't..."

Bec pulled down her dress again. Because he'd been so impressed last time.

They sat there for a moment, in the cool shade of the pickup truck's cab. Bec looked off into the distance, skin damp, one hand on the steering wheel. She looked at hillsides shimmering with heat and the dusty road and the blue sky, and he looked at her. It was odd to sit there with her breasts bare, the breeze from the open window tickling her skin. Odd, but strangely pleasant, too.

"All done?" she said after a while. "They're going away."

"Ah yeah," he said. His voiced sounded a little odd. "Thank you."

"Hey," she said, as she put herself away. "You're polite. That's nice."

"Okay."

"You never know," she said. "I might do that again."

He looked over, seemed interested.

She grinned. "Wait and see."

He seemed like he had other things on his mind, though, not just her. His car, she supposed. She almost flashed him again, to try and cheer him up, but made herself stop. It was turning into some kind of bad habit.

"Where're you going?" she said instead.

"The Johnsons," he said.

Bec had been about to turn the truck's key. She stopped, and didn't move.

"The Johnsons," she said. Her name. Her place. Her parents' place. In a way it wasn't surprising, because there weren't that many more houses this far up the road. She should think more, before she did things like this. "Oh fuck," she said.

"Hey," he said, like he had been going to say this all along. "Silly question. You aren't Bec Johnson are you?"

Bec felt a little breathless. "Ah," she said. "Ah, yeah. I am."

"I remember you," he said. "You've grown up a bit."

"I've grown up a bit?"

There was a silence. An uncomfortable, awkward silence, like he'd only just realized what he'd said at the same time she did. Bec pulled at her dress again, making sure it was up, then tugged at the zipper under her arm. It had slid a little with all the pulling so she made sure it was done up.

"Fuck," she said. "Shit. Who're you?"

"Rob," he said.

She tried to remember Robs. Or Roberts, or Robbies. He must be someone's kid, the son of one of her parents' friends.

"Sorry," she said. "I don't..."

"Kelly's Rob," he said, and suddenly she understood.

Kelly, her big sister. When Bec was twelve and Kelly fifteen or sixteen, Kelly had gone into the city for school. Kelly found Rob there, and had been pretty serious about him for a couple of years, until she'd gone away to uni. Or maybe they'd both gone away, but to different places, Bec couldn't remember. She couldn't remember very much because it was a long time ago. She supposed Kelly and Rob had lost touch, and broken up, and if Kelly had been upset she'd done her grieving at uni so Bec hadn't known.

It had been more than ten years ago, and Rob being here now didn't quite make sense.

"So what's going on?" Bec said. "Why are you here?"

"To see Kelly."

"Oh," Bec said.

Bec suddenly remembered she'd once had a crush on Rob. At the beginning, when he was the only guy close to her age around the place, younger than the farm workers and apprentice shearers. She'd had a crush when she was a kid. Later, when she'd got a boyfriend of her own, she forgot about Rob. Until now. She suddenly couldn't remember the boyfriend's name, but she still remembered the crush.

"So," Bec said. "Are you guys back on or something?"

Rob shook his head. "I ran into her, that's all. She said she was out here for Christmas and I should come and say hi."

"Yeah," Bec said. "She is. For a week or so."

"That's what she said."

"I haven't even seen her yet," Bec said. "When did you?" Kelly had been due to arrive last night, after Bec left.

"Sydney airport," Rob said. "We were on the same flight back."

Bec nodded. That actually made some sense. Everyone heading home for the holidays, catching the last planes.

"She said I should just come out," Rob said.

He sounded a little defensive, like he knew he should have rung first. Bec wondered why he'd think that, but not have done it, but then realized. He probably thought Kelly would change her mind if he warned her, and he wanted to come anyway.

Which made him being here even odder.

Maybe Rob did still feel something for Kelly. Maybe this was some kind of attempt at a reunion.

Bec felt a little sorry for him, if that was what was going on. Kelly was single, but pretty firmly single. She kept saying she didn't need anyone, didn't want to get involved, and Bec was fairly sure she meant it, wasn't just bullshitting to make herself feel better.

"Yeah," Bec said, trying to be nice. "I'm sure it's fine. I was just surprised to see you."

"Me too."

"Especially when I just flashed you."

Silence for a moment. Bec looked out the dusty windscreen at the dusty summer grass. The sky was blue, and the sun was getting too hot to stand. Without the air conditioning on, the pickup's cab would have been too hot to be inside, sitting in the full sun like this.

"Hey," Bec said. "Sorry. About..."

"Don't be."

"It was kind of rude. I've been out all night, and still feeling a bit..."

"It's fine."

"Yeah," she said. "I'm sure it is. But all the same, I'm sorry."

And this time he smiled back.

"So, Kelly," Bec said. Trying to work out how she could warn him he might be disappointed.

"Yeah."

"Ran into her, hey?"

Rob nodded.

"And now you're here?" Bec said.

"Yeah," he said. "Why?"

"Nah," Bec said, changing her mind. "No reason." He should find out for himself. It wasn't her business.

"We just saw each other," Rob said. "That's really all. She said come out, while everyone's here, so I did."

Bec supposed it might be true. He had been around a lot, when she was younger. He'd known her family fairly well.

She thought about it, and decided to ask anyway. "So you're still pining after Kel?" she said.

Rob just looked out the window, and didn't answer.

"Sorry," Bec said, suddenly feeling bad. "I didn't mean..."

"Don't worry."

"So are you?"

Another silence.

"Okay," Bec said, and started the engine. "Whatever you say."

She drove for a while. Slower than normal, because she was thinking. About Rob being here, and why.

"So what happened to you?" she said, as she drove, for something to say. "What did you end up doing with yourself?"

"Sales." Rob said. "You?"

"Nothing much. Computers. And help around the farm."

"You still live here? You didn't ever leave?"

Bec shrugged. People from towns always asked like that, like it was bad, but it wasn't the same out here. "I went away," she said. "Then I came back. Mum and dad are getting on a bit, they need a hand."

"Yeah," he said. "Of course. Where did you go?"

"Sydney."

"How long have you been back?"

"A few weeks."

"Oh," he said. "That's sudden."

Bec shrugged.

"It seems sudden," he said. "Maybe not. Was there a reason or something?"

Bec looked straight ahead and thought about David, then made herself stop. Made herself not think his name, not remember he existed.

"No reason," she said. "Just liked it better out here, I suppose."

Rob nodded, and then seemed run out of things to say. There was a silence. It wasn't quite uncomfortable, but Bec had sat through friendlier ones.

"Why're you dressed like that?" Rob said.

"Friend's Christmas party. Last night."

"Oh."

Another silence. Then Bec said, "Was it your car?"

"A rental."

"Yeah. Kind of small to come out here."

"I know."

"Are you allowed to take it on dirt roads?" she said. "With the insurance, I mean."

Rob didn't answer. When Bec glanced over, he was staring at her, horrified.

"I don't know," he said.

"It's probably fine," Bec said. "Just a lot of the time you're not. You have to use particular companies, and if you didn't ask..."

Rob looked alarmed, and Bec didn't blame him. She wouldn't want to find out how awful a rental company's debt collectors were either, once they decided the damage was her fault.

"Hey," she said. "It'll be fine, don't worry."

"Not if I broke it. Shit."

"We'll tow it back to the highway and call a truck from there, okay?"

"Can we do that?"

Bec glanced over and decided he looked relieved, not shocked. "They'll never know," she said.

"I'm not sure..."

"Up to you," Bec said. "I'm pretty sure it's the car that's fucked, not anything you did. But they'll try and blame you anyway."

Rob didn't say anything.

"So it's up to you if you let them," Bec said.

"Yeah," Rob said, after a while, "Okay." Then, after another silence. "Thanks."

"No worries."

*

The farm filled half a small valley. The driveway, a dirt track, ran between a double line of creaking gums planted a century ago for shade. There was a creek to the left, the boundary with the station next door. There were large flat paddocks along the creek, sloping up to the broken rock of the hillsides. The house sat among birch and beech trees, low in the valley to shelter against the wind. The grass was dry, and the dirt was loose and crumbly and gritty, filled with pebbles and cracked-off slabs of stone, like a gravelly, dusty Christmas cake.

Bec took the last bend at seventy, and only slowed for the turn over the cattle grid and into their gate. Rob was looking around, like he was remembering the place. Bec went up the dirt driveway, fast, and stopped in the old yards next to the house.

She got out, left her keys in the truck, and shouted, "I'm back."

Someone must have heard the engine, or seen dust on the road. Kelly came around the corner and grabbed Bec.

Bec had been going to say hey, look what I found, but didn't get a chance. Kelly grabbed her and squeezed her so sharply she couldn't breathe for a minute, and then their mother turned up. Her mum didn't recognize Rob, and seemed to assume he was someone Bec had found last night, a stray brought home to visit.

Rob was trying to explain, grinning at Kelly, and Kelly was basically ignoring him and teasing Bec about her party dress and not letting go of the hug.

Bec waited for Kelly to say something to their mother. Or say hi to Rob.

Kelly didn't, and Bec didn't understand why not.

In the end Bec decided she ought to. "Mum," she said. "He's Kel's, not mine. I just found him on the road."

Kelly let go of Bec, and looked at Rob, and after a long time, far too long, she said, "Oh hi."

And Rob did about the same, and from his face was thinking that he shouldn't have come.

Bec suddenly realized they might have been drunk on the plane. That this might all be a misunderstanding, Kelly saying yeah come on out, everyone'd love to see you, and never actually thinking it would happen.

"His car broke down on the road," Bec said.

That gave everyone something to talk about. What was wrong with the car, and how hard it would be to fix, and how far it was back to the highway.

"He doesn't know," Bec said. "What's wrong. I don't either. It's new, a rental."

"Is it insured for a dirt road?" Bec's mum said.

"We already did that," Bec said, and glanced at Rob. He looked worried again. "He doesn't know," she said. "But probably not."

"We can tow it back to the highway," Bec's mum said, calm as anything. As if they were a family of insurance-defrauding rednecks who did things like this every day.

"Yeah," Bec said. "I was going to," but no-one was listening to her any more.

"Have you got any bags?" her mum said to Rob. "Bec can go and get them.'

"I'm getting changed," Bec said.

"I was just visiting," Rob said. "I didn't plan to stay."

"You might be now," Bec's mum said, and laughed.

"Come inside," Bec said to Rob. "I want a shower and you can talk to these guys."

Then she wondered why it was her saying that, when he was Kelly's ex, and was here to see Kelly.

They went inside. Kelly hung back a bit with their mother like she was saying something quietly. Bec went around the side of the house, through the mudroom to wash the grease off her hands. Rob went with her. She assumed because she was the only one acting like she wanted him here.

"And don't you picture that," she said to Rob, while she washed her hands.

"Picture what?"

"Me in the shower, mate." She grinned.

Rob blushed again, and Bec wasn't quite sure why she'd said that. Unless she wanted him to think about her in the shower. She glanced at him, and decided she really was embarrassing him and perhaps she should stop.

"Sorry," she said.

"Maybe I should go," Rob said. "Just tell them about the car and deal with whatever they charge."

Bec looked at him and dried her hands and wondered how much he really wanted to be here.

"Don't leave just because Kelly's being weird," she said.

"I'm not," he said.

Bec looked at him.

"Not really."

"Bit of a misunderstanding," she said. "All that shit?"

Rob shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind catching up," Bec said. "With you. Mum and dad probably wouldn't either."

"I know," Rob said. "But still."

"You'll be right," Bec said. "She probably wants to see you more than it seems," and before he could argue any more, she led him through into the lounge. There were a group of people in there, her father, and some cousins, and an old neighbor who'd retired to town but used to farm down the road.




Coming Home



She got another round of comments about her dress, and said, "Yeah, I know, I was in town for the night, ha ha."

"You should have taken a change of clothes," her mum said, behind her.

"I know, but I didn't, and it doesn't really matter."

Kelly had come in too.

"Hey," Bec said to her, pointing to Rob. "That's yours, entertain him. I'm off to get clean."

*

Bec had a shower and changed into farm clothes, and then went to look for people. Kelly was in the kitchen with their mother, and Rob was in the lounge with everyone else. Rob looked uncomfortable, listening politely, but he would only know Bec and Kelly's dad in the room, and was probably still wondering if he should be there at all. Right now he must think his chances with Kelly were pretty small, Bec thought.

Bec went into the kitchen and said, "What are we doing about Rob's car?"

Kelly and her mum both looked at her, but neither seemed to want to answer.

"One of us should tow him to the highway," Bec said. She looked at Kelly. "Then bring him back here."

"Won't he need to go with the car?" Kelly said.

"I don't think you can ride along in a tow truck, can you?" Bec said. "Like health and safety and shit."

Kelly shrugged.

"We can drop him in town later," Bec said.

Kelly seemed to be trying to ignore her. Their mother was cooking, which meant she was thinking about that and not really paying attention to anything else that was said.

"If you actually want him to stay," Bec said to Kelly. "I mean, if you don't..."

Kelly didn't answer.

"Do you?" Bec said.

"I don't care."

"So why did you ask him to come out here, then?" Bec said.

Kelly shrugged again, and looked annoyed. Bec supposed he'd asked Rob because she'd been pissed but didn't want to admit that in front their mum.

"You should give him a lift," Bec said.

No answer.

"Or I can," Bec said. "If no-one else wants to."

More annoyed glares from Kelly, a disinterested glance from their mother.

"Okay," Bec said. "So I'll go. Fine."

"Whatever you want," Kelly said.

"I'm going," Bec said. "We'll be back later, I guess."

"So go," Kelly said.

"Fucking weirdo," Bec said under her breath, as she left the room.

"Hey..." their mother said, behind her.

Their mother heard that, but nothing else, Bec thought.

She went back into the lounge and said to Rob, "Hey, you're with me. We'll go get your car."

Rob stood up. Trying not to look relieved, Bec thought.

*

Bec drove Rob back to his car. She drove fast enough he held onto the plastic handle above the door the entire way, and she was quite pleased by that. She grinned at him now and then, grinned just long enough make him look forward at the road a little nervously each time she did.

She'd had a fair bit of time to work out how to worry her passengers, driving out here.

"So," Bec said. "That was awkward."

Rob didn't say anything.

"With Kelly."

"I understood."

"So nothing's going on with Kelly?" Bec said.

"I don't think so, no."

"So what do you want to be going on?"

He didn't answer.

"Something?" Bec said.

"Yeah."

"Enough of a thing you shouldn't be thinking about my tits right now?" Bec said.

Still no answer.

"So I have a terrible feeling that's a yes," Bec said.

"Probably," Rob said.

"Maybe one or the other of us, mate. Not both."

Bec was teasing him because it made her feel less stupid for having flashed him in the first place, and because she wanted to remind him she might do it again, because she liked the way he looked at her when she did.

"I mean it," Bec said, and changed gear, slowed down as she passed the washed out road edge the council hadn't fixed yet. "Just don't, okay?"

"I won't."

"Good."

She glanced over, and Rob smiled. Like maybe this was becoming funny, a joke they could share.

Part of Bec wanted to strip completely naked, to show him everything she had. She didn't really know why, other than the crush from years ago. Or perhaps to annoy Kelly, although that wasn't very nice.

Bec didn't know what to make of this. She wasn't being herself, but she almost liked this new, pushy her.

They reached Rob's car, and Bec backed up in front of it and got out. She took a towing strap out one of the boxes in the back of the truck, and lay down on her back, on the grass beside the road, to find the rental car's tow points.

"Feel like a real man now?" she said from underneath the car. "Helping me out and all?"

He knelt down. "Sorry," he said. "Let me."

It took her a moment to realize he was serious. "Shit," she said. "I was just having you on."

He looked at her.

"Seriously," she said. "Since I'm guessing you don't know what you're doing anyway?"

He hesitated, so she picked up the end of the strap that would attach to her pickup, and said, "Hold that." Just so he had something to do.

He held it.

She clipped the other end to his car's tow points, then slid out and fastened the strap to her truck.

Then stopped, and wondered if she needed to tell Rob how to be towed. She shouldn't, since he was local and ought to know something like that, but he was local from town, and had been away a long time, and really didn't seem to know very much.

She decided not to, and just said, "Sorry about the dust. You're not going to be able to see much."

Partly because she hoped he'd say if not being able to see made him nervous, and then she could explain about towing.

He just nodded, so she assumed he was fine.

"And try not to run into the back of me," she said, as she got in the truck.

She drove more slowly, back to the highway, and kept an eye on Rob in the mirror. She thought about how to organize the car while they drove. When they reached the highway, she pulled out across it, did a big slow turn, and went back into the start of her own road. She stopped facing away from the highway, with the rental car not completely on the grass verge. So it would look like Rob had broken down, and pulled over into the first side-road in a bit of a panic, and rolled a little before he came to a halt. She was proud of her deviousness.

She got out and walked back to the car.

"Yeah," Rob said. "I hadn't thought of that."

"I only did just then."

Rob phoned the rental company, and Bec sat beside him in the car, with the door open and her feet outside, and listened. Cars whined past occasionally and sent waves of hot air over her, and a few flies were hanging around. She listened to Rob talk, and decided the story was working.

He said his car had broken down, and then yes and a few nos. Was he safe, she assumed. Did he crash it, drive it on dirt, let a mate steal it for the insurance.

Rob kept listening, and not saying much. Like was getting told off, Bec thought. After a while he got a bit snotty, enough she would have thought he was a bit of an asshole if she hadn't known he was only pretending. He said his plans were ruined, that he was stuck in the middle of nowhere, and that their car was a piece of shit they had no right to try and rent out, and he was just glad it had stopped where it did, with a side-road to pull into, and not just in the middle of the highway where the whole thing would be much worse. He sounded angry, like he really was a mistreated customer, and Bec was actually impressed.

It seemed to impress the call centre staff too. About then Rob started saying, "That's all right," and, "I know, but don't worry," like someone was apologizing.

Everyone seemed to have decided what had happened. Rob asked Bec if she could drop him in town later on.

She nodded.

He listened a bit more, then said thanks and hung up. Then looked over at Bec and grinned, and looked relieved.

"They believed all that shit?" Bec said.

"Seemed to."

"You're pretty good," Bec said. "Kind of sneak. Acting all outraged that the car broke down."

Rob kept grinning.

"I shouldn't be impressed," Bec said. "But I am."

More grinning.

"Did you lie like that to Kelly?" Bec said, just to see what he'd do.

"No," he said, and got flustered. "That was years ago..."

He started to blush again.

"Shit, calm down. I don't care," Bec said.

He looked at her, then smiled a bit, like he'd started to understand when she was teasing. "I'm supposed to wait for the tow truck," he said. "They said no more than an hour."

"Yeah, no worries."

"You can go if you want. I'll be fine from here. I can get a ride back to town with the tow truck guy."

"Don't be stupid," Bec said.

"You don't have to stay."

"Of course I'm staying. Idiot."

A silence. Then Rob said, "Only if you don't mind waiting."

"I'll wait," Bec said. "If you want me to. It's fine. And take you back to town later, even if Kelly won't."

Rob didn't seem sure.

"You should visit if you want to visit," Bec said. "Seriously."

"I don't know."

"Well I want to see you for a bit, even if Kel doesn't. It's been fucking ages. And mum and dad probably do too."

Rob thought about that.

"Shit," Bec said. "It's just easier, while you're out here anyway."

"Yeah," he said finally. "All right."

"And it's a laugh seeing you and Kelly all weird around each other," Bec said. "That's worth waiting here a bit for."

"Yeah," Rob said. "Thanks."

"No problem. I almost want to fuck you or something just to make it even more awkward."

Rob didn't answer.

"Maybe I should," Bec said, just to see what he'd do.

He blushed again. He looked really uncomfortable, and Bec decided that might have been going too far. Her having her tits out, earlier, was still floating around between them. And also how he was her sister's ex, and the crush, and her being grown up now. It couldn't not be there, something they were both aware of because it was such an obvious thing. And it was kind of sexy , Bec thought, because it would be so wrong to fuck one of Kelly's exes. As long as Kelly never found out.

So maybe now Rob thought she really wanted to, Bec thought. And maybe she actually did. Or maybe she was just bored and talking shit. She wasn't completely sure herself.

She decided everything was getting unbearably awkward, and she should stop. She had to sort out the tow straps anyway. She got out of the car, and undid the towing gear, and threw it into the back of her pickup. Then she kicked some dirt up at the rental car's tow brackets so they didn't look all rubbed clean and shiny. She moved the truck, parked it under a tree. There was a clump of them at the corner, planted for shade so long ago it had probably been for horses. She left the doors of the pickup open, and went back to the passenger seat of the rental car.

"Turn the engine on," Bec said, and when Rob did she fiddled with the air conditioning controls to make it as cold as possible. "Might as well use their petrol as mine," she said. "Since I don't think they'll make a fuss about getting it back with a half-full tank."

They sat there for a while without talking. Rob was probably worrying she was going to jump him, Bec thought.

She hooked her arms around the back of the headrest, let the cold air blow up the insides of her arms. She lifted one foot and tried to balance it against the vent so the air went up her jeans leg, but it didn't really work. Farm jeans were a bit tight.

She had her eyes closed. She thought Rob was probably looking at her, but she didn't really care.

"I had this terrible crush on you when I was twelve," Bec said.

"I know."

She opened her eyes. "Really?"

"Ah, yeah. It was kind of obvious. This little kid following me everywhere, trying to give me things and get me drinks..."

"Yeah. Suppose."

Neither of them spoke for a while.

"Are you really still out here because you want to be?" Rob said. "Here at the farm?"

"As opposed to stuck and can't get away?"

He shrugged.

"Maybe," she said. "In a way. The farm has a lot of debt."

"How much?"

"A lot. So much I have to hang around, so later I look like I know what I'm doing."

He thought about that. "I don't understand."

"So when mum and dad die I can refinance and keep the place."

"Are they sick or something?" He sounded worried.

"Nah, nothing like that. Just for when it happens. Planning ahead."

"Oh."

"The place has been in our family for seven generations. I'm not going to be the one who loses it."

"What about Kelly?"

"She's got her life."

Silence for a moment. Bec leaned back on the headrest and looked out at the hot landscape. Looked at trees and sheep and dusty grass, and thought about being out here forever.

"Come on," Bec said. "You know Kel. She's the fun one. She's no help for this. She'd get bored and piss off after a week or two."

"I suppose."

"So it's all on me."

Silence again. Bec was fairly sure Rob was looking at her.

"Fuck," Bec said, without opening her eyes. "Don't look like that."

"Like what?"

"Sympathy or whatever."

"Sorry," he said, so he must have been.

"It's fine," Bec said. "I want to be here. And if you hook up with Kelly, and lure her away, it keeps her out my hair."

Rob didn't say anything else, so Bec closed her eyes again, and just sat there. There were flies and cicadas and occasional cars, but not many. The highway wasn't that busy in the middle of the afternoon, even at the start of the holidays.

After a while she reached up and pulled down the side of her singlet and bra. Didn't look, didn't say anything, just tugged gently until she felt herself come out.

Rob took a while to notice.

He must glanced over, eventually. She heard, "Oh," and then silence.

She opened her eyes and grinned at him.

"Ah," he said. "That's getting to be a habit."

"Yeah. I always wanted to be the girl who didn't worry about taking her tits out."

"And how's that going?"

"You know. Just practicing."

He sat there for a moment, watching her face like he felt he ought to. Then looked down at her bare breast, almost guiltily. Like he couldn't help himself. It was flattering and kind of sweet the way he seemed happy just to stare, for whole minutes at a time.

Bec closed her eyes again, and just sat there and let him look. It was sexy and flirty and actually quite nice, almost like sunbathing in someone's gaze.

After a while the blast of cold air on her nipple got too much though. It got so cold it almost started to hurt. She pulled her singlet up, tucked herself away.

"Bec," Rob said. "I..."

She reached over and put her hand over his mouth. "Don't spoil it," she said.

"Okay," he said into her hand.

"Don't."

No answer. She took her hand away, then realized it was the first time she'd touched him.

She wasn't sure if that meant something.

She heard a truck slowing down in the distance, slowing down like it was about to stop. She glanced in the mirror and saw a tow truck pulling up, and was glad it had turned up when it did.

*

The towie didn't seem to care where the car was or how it had got there. He took the keys from Rob, and started hitching the car up to his truck.

Bec and Rob got in her pickup and watched.

Bec had been trying to decide how far she wanted to push with Rob, and how much she ought to respect Kelly and leave Rob alone, and how much that didn't matter any more, after ten years and when Kelly obviously wasn't interested.

She decided she wanted to push enough to try.

"One problem living out here," Bec said, looking straight ahead through the windscreen. "I get horny as hell."

Rob looked at her for a while, but didn't answer.

"I'm just saying," she said.

Rob still didn't answer.

"There was a guy," Bec said. "In town. Why I moved back here." She hurt just thinking it, and didn't know why she was saying this to a stranger.

"Okay," Rob said.

"That's a lot of why I came back now," Bec said. "Not everything, and not because someone doesn't need to run the farm, but that was why now. I was into this guy, and I thought he was into me. I made a big thing of it, and kind of threw myself at him. Very fucking publicly, and very fucking obviously."

"It didn't work out?"

"Not so much. The place I did it, he was there with his wife."

"Oh."

"Yeah oh. I didn't know about her, by the way."

Rob nodded.

"He was there with his wife," Bec said. "And he was also kind of my boss."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Not cool. Not cool at all."

Rob sat there for a while. "I'm sorry."

"Me too. So now I'm horny."

"I got that."

"And I want someone to pick me. So I feel better about the guy before. I want someone to pick me over someone else."

Rob just kept looking at her.

"So what's with you and Kelly?" Bec said.

"We hadn't seen each other for a while."

"And you hooked up?"

Rob didn't answer.

"Did you?"

"Not what you're thinking. Just talking."

"But just talking that makes you come out to the farm the next day."

"Yeah," Rob said. "I suppose."

"You want her. Basically?"

He sat there for a while.

"But she doesn't want you," Bec said.

"No," he said.

"Okay. So there's me."

He looked at her. "Bec, I'm sorry. I wish I could."

"Kelly doesn't care. She's forgotten about you. She thinks this is awkward."

"I know."

"I care. I think I want this. I'm right on the fucking edge, here, so help me out."

"Why me? Isn't there anyone else?"

Bec shook her head. "There is, but not here. Not right now. It's you."

He looked at her, didn't say anything.

"I just want to fuck," Bec said. "That's all. I kind of need someone just to touch me and hold me and be inside me."

Rob didn't say anything. He was still looking at her. The towie finished pulling the rental car onto his truck. Bec wasn't sure why she and Rob had waited. The towie got back into his truck, and seemed about to leave.

"I don't meet that many people out here," Bec said. "Not people I haven't known for years, which makes it a bit weird. So yeah."

The tow truck drove away.

Bec started the truck's engine, and put in gear. "No pressure," she said. "Not necessarily even asking. Just information, in case you want to do anything about it."

*

Bec drove back to the farm, slowly. She didn't talk, didn't want to push Rob too hard. He didn't seem to know what to say.

Just past the farm's front gate, in the wide front paddocks beside the road, a double-line of windbreak pines led down into a gully and off towards the boundary creek. One of the farm tracks ran between them. It was hidden down there. Private, even though it was only a little way from the driveway and the road.

Bec stopped at the start of the track. The gate was open. The stock were all up on the hillsides for summer.

That seemed like a sign. Like she wouldn't have bothered getting out to open a gate, but since the gate was already open, it meant something.

She looked down the track, down into the hidden gulley behind the pines. The pickup could disappear down there. A whole tractor could. No-one going past would see them.

"So," she said to Rob. "Want to hold out for Kelly? Or make do with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

He didn't answer, so she decided not saying no was enough.

She put the pickup in gear, and drove slowly down the track. Bumped and jostled to the lowest point, near where it crossed the creek. It was nice down there. It was shaded and cooler.

She reached over, past Rob's knee, and opened the glove-box. She rummaged around, past gloves and some pliers and months worth of receipts. There were a couple of loose condoms in there somewhere, floating around. She found one, looked at the expiry date, and held it out to Rob.

He looked back at her.

"Only if you want to," she said. She was close to him, leaning. Her face very near his.

He didn't answer.

"I'm not expecting promises," she said. "Whatever might happen with Kelly, I don't care. But if you want to, right now, I'm up for it."




Coming Home



Still no answer.

"Come on then," she said, and climbed out.

She went around behind the pickup, and opened the back, and sat on the end of the tray. She pulled her boots off, one then the other. Pulled her socks off, a little bit damp, and shoved them into her boots.

She sat and waited. It was nice down here. It was a hot enough there weren't many flies, and down in the gully, with the shade, the air was cool and still. She wiggled her toes. It felt good just to sit there, with bare feet, after wearing boots for a couple of hours. She was still getting used to heavy work-boots after years in soft office shoes.

After a minute, Rob opened the truck's door and got out. He walked around and stood in front of Bec and looked at her.

"Well?" she said.

He still didn't say anything.

She pulled her singlet over her head, and put it behind herself. He just stood there, almost like he was too surprised to move. She took off her bra, and put that down too.

Rob stared at her breasts. As if he really couldn't not look, when they were out. It was flattering. No-one had ever been quite that interested before.

"Well?" Bec said again.

"What if someone comes along?"

"It's our place. No-one'll come along."

He nodded, but seemed nervous anyway.

She slid forward, stood on the ground, and undid her jeans. The stones were sharp under her feet. She pushed her jeans down, her undies too, all in one bundle. Her underwear was a bit too sensible to stand around in being sexy. She hopped, got one foot loose then the other. She climbed back up onto edge of the pickup's tray, the metal warm on her bare skin.

Then sat there, naked, swinging one foot, waiting for Rob to decide what to do.

She was surprising herself. This was pretty bold, and unlike her, but she liked the way she was being at the moment.

After a while she held the condom out.

Rob looked at it.

"Seriously?" she said. "You're thinking this hard?"

"Sorry," he said.

She waved the condom. He took it, but still just stood there looking at her.

"You don't need to take your clothes off," she said. "If you're worried."

"It's not that."

"Okay," she said. "So...?"

He just looked at her.

"So what?" she said. "Because I'm kind of sitting here naked offering, mate. In case you didn't notice."

He grinned, and finally started acting like a normal person again. "Yeah, I noticed."

"Thought you might have. So what's up? Not interested?"

"I'm interested."

"Kelly got you all depressed?"

"Not really. Not exactly."

"Except yes," Bec said.

Rob didn't answer.

"So?" Bec said. "Are we going to fuck or not?"

He stepped forward and kissed her. She was actually surprised, almost hadn't thought he was going to. He kissed her, and she put her arms around him before he could change his mind, and kissed him back.

"Better," she said, into his mouth.

He put his hands on her tits, and held them gently. Which wasn't really surprising, the way he'd been staring at them all day. His hands felt nice. It had been too long since a man touched her body. She had the breeze on her back, and her hair tickling her shoulders, and Rob's hands all warm on her breasts. She had his mouth open against hers, kissing harder now, and his body all hard against her arms and legs.

She licked her fingers, and reached down between her legs. She was wet. She was surprisingly wet, just from the flirting and kissing. She touched herself quickly, and made sure she was ready. She didn't want any more foreplay. She was impatient. She wanted something hard inside her, badly. She wanted to be held, to press against another person's body, to feel someone filling her. She undid Rob's jeans, and took out his cock, and licked her hand again and rubbed him for a moment. He was hard, pushing his hips forward against her hand. He had his eyes closed now, seemed finally to have decided he wanted this. She unrolled the condom onto him, and he was twitching a little, as if suddenly impatient.

"Wait," she said. "Hold on a sec," then, when he was lined up, "Okay, go."

He slid into her, heat and hardness all the way up inside her. He was everything she needed right then. Arms around her, and a mouth against hers, and his cock pushing into her so she couldn't breathe or think. She hadn't got laid in weeks, and she'd missed it terribly.

He held her, sitting there, at the back of the pickup, and fucked her. She wrapped herself around him. She felt the rough scratching his clothes made against her tummy and the insides of her legs, felt his stubble on her face, and the wind on her skin. She smelled hot grass and the cooling engine and the wet sex smell of their bodies.

It was perfect. She was glad she'd pushed to get this.

He started taking over. He'd been pretty passive until now, enough that she almost thought she might be bored. Now he started taking over, moving for both of them, fucking her, getting all kissing and touchy. As if now he'd decided to do this he didn't need her leading the way any more.

He leaned her backwards and sucked on her tits, and put his hand down between them, rubbing her. She sat there, and held onto him as best she could, and enjoyed him fucking her.

She suddenly wondered if he was thinking about Kelly. She wasn't sure why. She wondered if he was comparing them, or imagining Kelly while he was inside her.

She almost wouldn't blame him if he was. She didn't want to know, but she could understand why he might be.

"Turn around," he said after a while.

"What?"

"Could you turn around."

She wondered about Kelly again, and him finding easier to pretend if he couldn't see her face. She didn't really care.

She slid off the pickup, turned around, let him push her back down, so she was lying face-down on the truck's tray. If she hadn't just been under the car she might have cared about dust in her hair.

He slid back into her, and lifted her a little, so her legs were almost dangling, her toes barely touching the grass. She reached out to either side and grabbing at metal edges of the tray, and held on. He held her there, almost held her up, and fucked her.

It was direct and impersonal and completely unromantic, and it was exactly what she needed.

She came. She hardly ever came just from sex, but she came. It had been a while.

She might have been a little noisy, but there was no-one around to hear.

She lay there and decided it was good. It was what she'd needed, and probably him too. Rob being Kelly's ex didn't really make a difference, and her having had a crush on him didn't really make a difference either. It was just sex, something she'd needed, and she was glad she'd done this.

Rob kept fucking her, taking his time. She lay there and let him, didn't bother turning back over, or doing anything especially to involve herself in him getting off. She lay in the sun, and let him use her like she just had him, and felt content.

He came. He went still and leaned on the back of her legs for a moment, groaning. She waited until he seemed to be done, then slid back a little, enough she could reach the ground and stand up. She turned around, kissed him quickly to be polite, and took the condom off him. He watched her hands, didn't seem to want to meet her eyes.

She was fairly sure he was thinking something bad. Like this was wrong, or he'd betrayed Kelly somehow, without her even knowing, or he was embarrassed he'd fucked his ex's sister.

He did up his jeans, and looked around at the empty paddocks, and didn't look at Bec.

"There's tissues in the cab," Bec said. "Could you grab them?"

Rob nodded.

Bec waited while he hunted around. She sat in the warm sunshine, holding the used condom in her hand. It was limp and squidgy and still warm from their bodies. Rob bought a handful of tissues back, and she wiped herself, then wrapped everything up into a little wadded bundle.

"Hey," she said. "Don't worry, okay? This isn't as weird as you're thinking it is."

"It's a little awkward."

"It's not," she said. "We both wanted to."

"Yeah," Rob said, but he didn't sound convinced.

Bec got dressed, and stuffed the crumpled tissue into her pocket, and said, "Let's go."

She didn't kiss Rob again, didn't say thanks. It had been what it was, and she didn't want to talk about it too much now they were done.

She backed the truck a little, until she could turn it around, and they drove up to the house.

*

There was lunch, very late by the time Bec and Rob returned, and then Rob went back to sitting in the lounge with Bec's dad, and Kelly to hiding in the kitchen.

Bec waited until Kelly went to the toilet. The house had a separate toilet and bathroom, so Bec could stand in the hall and wait for Kelly and talk while she washed her hands. Kelly came out the toilet, saw Bec, and jumped.

"Shit," Kelly said. "That's kind of creepy."

"What's going on with Rob?"

Kelly went into the bathroom and turned both taps on. Bec stood in the doorway, blocking her in.

"What's going on?" Bec said.

"Nothing."

"Yeah right. He drove all the way out here."

"And now he's hanging out with you."

"Because you won't."

"What's it got to do with you?" Kelly said.

"I'm asking."

"You're nosy."

"Yeah, I'm nosy. So what's going on?"

"Nothing." Kelly turned off the taps and pulled the hand-towel off the wall.

"Don't do that," Bec said. "Mum doesn't like it."

Kelly dried her hands and put the towel back. Then carefully straightened it.

"Don't be such a nosy little bitch," Kelly said, very carefully. Quite coldly, and without smiling.

Bec was a little hurt. "Shit," she said. "Calm the fuck down. I was just asking."

"Mind your own business."

"Yeah," Bec said, "Okay. Fine. I will."

"Can I get past please?"

Bec moved, and Kelly pushed past, and it was like they were kids again. Kelly went down the hall all super-cool and snotty. Bec watched Kelly go and thought that at least she'd tried. She'd given Kelly a chance to speak up, she'd checked, so if she happened to get naked and fuck Rob again, then Kelly couldn't really complain. Sort of.

Bec went back into the kitchen and said, "I'm going to have a shower." She looked at Rob when she said it, and he just sat there and looked back.

"Another?" her mum said. "There's a drought."

"No there isn't," Bec said. "And it's hot. And I keep ending up under people's cars. I'm trying to smell polite between doing actual work."

Her mum was still looking disapproving, but that might have been implying no-one else was working, as much as wasting water.

"I'll be quick," Bec said, and then looked at Rob again before she left the room.

*

After dinner, before anyone else could offer, Bec stood up and picked up her keys and said to Rob, "Come on, I'll drop you back to your place."

Rob's family still lived on the edge of town, as far as she knew.

He followed her outside, and seemed quiet, a little withdrawn, as if a whole afternoon and evening of being ignored by Kelly was starting to upset him. He didn't talk as they got in the pickup, and Bec went down the drive, towards the road.

She pulled over at the line of windbreak pines near the edge of the farm. Pulled over, without a word, and drove down into the gully.

She turned off the engine, and leaned over, and kissed him, and he kissed back, like he'd been expecting it.

This time they gave each other head. He went down on her first, just seemed to assume he ought to. She lay in the back of the truck, and looked up at the stars, and the night air was cool on her skin.

He was good. He licked and lapped and took it slow enough that she wanted him to hurry quite badly, before he actually did. She was impressed, wasn't sure she'd have given that up if she was Kelly. Except she hadn't been getting enough lately to be a completely sound judge of quality, and he'd probably got better over the years anyway. But still.

She lay there thinking, while Rob's mouth was on her, thinking about him and Kelly and what he wanted.

She came, startling herself. She came thinking about how her sister's ex boyfriend was going down on her.

That was wrong enough it shocked her a little.

She sat up, and kissed Rob, and said, "Thank you. I'll do you."

"You don't have to," he said, apparently one of those, all polite.

"Get in the cab," she said. "So I don't have to kneel on the ground. And don't be stupid."

She leaned over and blew him in the passenger seat, and tried to remember how long it had been since she'd sucked someone off, at night, somewhere around the farm.

She'd left her top off so he could play with her tits, but he seemed to be more interested in wrapping her hair around his hand and steering her gently while she sucked. She didn't really mind. Not if he wanted to eat her out first.

He came in her mouth, and she sat back up, and got dressed, and then turned the pickup around and drove back into town. Like last time, they didn't really seem to have anything to talk about after they had sex.

Bec pulled up outside his parents house, in the street, and left the engine running. The lights in the house were all off.

"No-one home?" Bec said, surprised.

"They might be asleep."

She nodded. "I could come in," Bec said. "If you wanted to again."

"You could."

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know."

Bec wondered why it was so complicated. Or why it wasn't.

"I'll suck you off again," she said. "Right here. If you want."

"It's fine."

"You don't need to do me."

"It's really fine, Bec."

"Okay," Bec said, not sure what to think. "Well, bye, I guess."

"Can I come back out tomorrow?"

She looked at him and wondered why he still cared, when Kelly obviously didn't want him. She wondered why she cared, too. "Shit," she said. "Why not. Come on out. I'll probably even fuck you if you do."

He didn't answer.

"Or not," Bec said. "Whatever you like."

Rob got out, and Bec couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked back in the window and said, "Thank you."

"Nah, it was good. It was fun."

"Sorry it's complicated."

"It's fine."

He nodded, and Bec waved, then put the pickup truck in gear and drove away.

*

Everyone had gone to bed by the time Bec got home. She had another shower, in case she smelled of sex, then went and looked at Kelly's bedroom door.

The light was still on. She could see it under the door, like she'd always used to be able to.

She pushed the door open, went in and sat on the bed.

"What?" Kelly said.

"So what's going on?" Bec said.

"Nothing."

"Except that before." Bec said. "In the bathroom."

"Nothing. But sorry."

"If you don't want him, I'll have him."

"No you won't," Kelly said.

"Why not?"

"I said no."

"Do you still get to say no?" Bec said. "After like ten years?"

"Don't be a bitch."

"I'm not. I'm asking. I really would have a try if you're not going to."

"I'm not going to, but don't you either."

"That's kind of greedy."

"I want him around. I don't want him, but I want him around, okay? And I don't want you spoiling it by getting him all into you."

Bec shrugged. Kelly watched her.

"Have you?" Kelly said suddenly.

"Have I what?"

"You know."

Bec looked at her. "Know what?"

"Stay away from him," Kelly said. "Okay?"

"Maybe," Bec said.

She stood up, and went over to the door.

"Do," Kelly said.

Bec didn't answer. Kelly threw a pillow at her. "Hey," Kelly said. "Stay away."

"Maybe," Bec said, and picked up the pillow, and took it with her to her own room. Just to be difficult.

*

Rob came back the next day, and spent it pining after Kelly, trying to talk to her and ask her opinion and be all polite, and then talking to their dad, like that made any difference to whether Kelly would put out. Rob was wasting his time, and it was obvious to everyone, even their mum, that he was wasting his time, and Bec watched, a bit irritated, and a little sorry for Rob, and not sure why she was so concerned.

All the same, she carefully said before dinner that she'd drive Rob home later, so he could drink, and said it front of everyone, so he had to agree. She felt quite clever for that.

She left him alone after that, left him to Kelly and his pining. Then had sex with him out between the windbreak pines on the way to drop him off home. It was good sex. Impersonal but friendly too, and like it had been the day before. Two friends getting each other off, even though they weren't friends.

She liked it.

Afterwards, while driving into town, Rob said, "Kel hasn't changed. I can still see who she used to be inside her."

"She's changed."

"Not where it matters."

"Yeah," Bec said, meaning he was wrong.

"How well do you know her?"

"She's my sister."

"There's some pretty big shit my sister doesn't know about me."

"Yeah," Bec said, thinking. "And some pretty big shit Kelly doesn't know about her sister. Like this."

"Yeah."

"So I guess I know some parts of her very well," Bec said. "Some not at all."

"She's complicated."

"Most people are."

"She really hasn't changed. Not that much. She wants me to prove I want her."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I think so. Since I know."

"Why?" Bec said. "What's the big deal with proving shit to her?"

"I left her," Rob said. "She's never forgiven me."

"And now you want her to?"

He shrugged.

"Oh," Bec said. She drove for a while, thinking. "So, what, you're still in love with her or something?"

"Yeah."

"So it was all a terrible fucking mistake breaking up with her?" Bec said.

"Pretty much."

"You probably shouldn't have just fucked me then."

"Yeah," Rob said, like he actually meant it. "Probably not."

"Like, again."

"I know."

Bec wasn't sure if she should be upset. It felt like she was being used, then pushed aside, even though it was her who'd done the using.

"I don't think Kel'd be impressed," Bec said. "That's all. If you're supposed to be after her."

"Me either."

Rob actually sounded worried, like he might have made a mistake.

"I'm teasing," Bec said.

Rob didn't answer.

"She doesn't care," Bec said. "She doesn't want you back. I'm teasing."

"Yeah," Rob said. "Could you not?"

"Seriously?" Bec said. "With all this, I can't give you shit?"

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Fine," she said, a little irritated.

When they got to his parent's place, the lights were off again. Early risers, she assumed. "Want me to come inside?" she said, expecting him to say no.

He sat there for a while.

"Shall I?" she said.

"Yeah," he said, almost like he couldn't help himself. "All right."

Bec looked at him, surprised. "You're sure?"

He nodded.

"Even with what we just talked about?"

"We talked about it. Now I miss her more."

"Okay," Bec said, not really understanding. "I don't give a shit." She turned off the truck's engine. "Let's go fuck."

*

They had sex in Rob's bedroom, and it was a little bit awkward and a little bit weird and he spent too much time worrying about her making noise, and someone hearing, and asking if she liked this or that and was what he was doing okay. It was like he'd reverted to some insecure earlier version of himself because they were back in his parents' house.

It was awkward, but sexy too. It put her old crush to rest far more thoroughly than sex outside around the farm. After ten years, fucking like they would have done back then was hot. In a bedroom, worrying about being overheard.

"So," Bec said, afterwards, whispering, while Rob kept trying to keep her quiet. "You've had two sisters. That's kind of studly."

"Shouldn't you be going?"

"In a bit."

"Shouldn't you get dressed?"

She was lying on his bed, naked, her clothes across the room. She grinned. "In a bit."

He sighed.

"Two sisters," she said. "Stud."




Coming Home



"Please don't."

"Come on, you do shit like this, you have to expect a bit of teasing. It's kind of funny."

"It isn't."

"Spoilsport."

"Bec, think about it. It really isn't."

She thought, and decided. "Yeah, actually, you're right. It's actually kind of gross, isn't it?"

He shrugged, like he didn't want to actually agree.

"Maybe I should go," Bec said.

He lay there, and didn't tell her not to, so suddenly slightly uncomfortable she got up and got dressed. She didn't want to be too long, anyway, in case Kelly got suspicious. Not that Kelly had any reason to be.

All the same, when Bec got home Kelly was still up. When Bec walked in, Kelly looked at the clock on the kitchen wall.

"We talked," Bec said, before Kelly could ask. "I think he has a crush on you."

"No he doesn't," Kelly said, and got up and went to bed.

Bec was glad they weren't going to talk. She was sweaty and could taste Rob in her mouth and was pretty sure her skin still smelled of sex. She had another shower, and went to bed.

*

Bec had to go back and get Rob the next morning, because his car was still at her parents' place. She stopped outside, and honked the truck's horn, and then drove most of the way back to the farm in silence.

She couldn't decide if she wanted to keep doing this or not. She would almost have liked one last time, but Rob seemed a bit moody. He was a lot of work just for her to get laid.

She decided she might as well try, and give up if he said no.

"Hey," Bec said, as they reached the farm. "You remember the old swimming hole up the hill?"

Rob nodded.

"Want to?"

He didn't seem that interested. "It's a bit of a climb, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Bec said. "A bit. Do you want to?"

"I don't have anything to swim in."

"So? I don't either."

He looked at her.

She grinned. "So yes?"

He didn't answer.

"I'll assume yes," she said. "Unless you say no."

"You're kind of pushy."

"Just bored."

"Still."

"What?" she said. "I scare you or something?"

"No, not that. Just..."

"I scare you?"

He grinned.

"You're not getting back with Kelly. You know that, right?"

"I don't know that."

"Well you're not. And I'm right here."

"Yeah," Rob said, looking at her.

"So a swim?"

Rob shrugged. "Why not."

*

Behind the house was a steep hillside. The bush had been cleared halfway up, to where low bluffs began and the trees became all tangled and tall. Cleared to the point it wasn't worth clearing any more. The boundary creek began as a spring just below the crest of the hills, and ran through Bec's family's land until it reached the flat and began to mark the edge of their property. It ran into three waterholes, each diverted and dammed when the farm was new and there were ambitions of clearing the top country. The two lower ponds were silted and muddy, were used by kangaroos and dogs and acrobatic sheep that had climbed the hill. The highest waterhole was fenced off, and lined with stone, and had been used as a swimming pool by Bec's grandmother, sixty years ago.

Bec liked to climb up there too. It was hot, twenty minutes walk for someone fit who knew the way. There was enough water most years to swim four or five strokes, and it was deep enough to sit down and go right under in one place. The edge of the pool was lined with rocks, and surrounded by trees, and shaded in summer. There was a black snake that lived in the gully just down from the pool, but Bec was used to it, and it was used to her. It had been there as long as she could remember, and never bothered her.

They parked in the yards, and then followed a path up the hill, beside the creek. It was a nice day. There was a soft breeze, in gusts, carrying the smell of hot dirt and oily gums, rattling the trees when it blew.

Bec undressed in front of Rob. She usually swum naked. It was easier than carrying a bag as she climbed, easier than taking a towel since she could dry herself lying in the sun. Her mum seemed to pretend to think she had a bikini on underneath her shorts and singlet, and Bec never pointed out she didn't.

She undressed in front of Rob, and wasn't sure why she was pushing so hard. She pulled off her top with her tits right in front of his face, then squeezed them gently while he watched. They almost hurt a little. Being turned on sometimes made her nipples ache, and they ached now.

She pushed her jeans down standing in front of him, so she was right in front of his nose as she got bare.

He stared at her for a long moment, then she turned around and got in the water.

Rob undressed. He only stripped to his shorts, and was bending a lot, obviously trying to hide a hard-on.

"Let me see," Bec said.

He ignored her.

"Please," she said. "You're perving at me."

He looked like he might blush again.

"Shit," Bec said, suddenly sorry for him again. "Get in. Look all you want, I don't care."

Rob nodded, then did, then gasped. "Shit, that's cold," he said.

"It's cool. It's not cold yet, mate."

Bec liked it up at the pool. She could sit in the water and look out past the swaying branches, see the valley and farm spread out below, the main road to the north, the neighbors houses, all the paddocks and fences and the secret patterns that tilling and stock movements made in the grass that were only visible from this high up.

"Hey," Rob said. "Is this the drinking water?"

Bec grinned. "Yep."

"Ah, should we be..."

"Yeah, try not to do anything too disgusting."

He kept sitting there, looking worried. Bec had always drunk from the creek up here, even though the stock sometimes got higher than this. The house water came from the same creek though, so it wasn't really worth worrying too much.

"Sweat gets diluted is how I always thought about it," Bec said. "Anything else, just don't."

"Yeah." He didn't seem convinced.

"Or we can boil the water. Mum won't care if you ask her to."

"I might."

She sat there for a while looking at him.

"What?" he said.

"Sit on the edge," Bec said.

"Why?"

"Just do."

He looked at her.

"Sit there so I can suck your cock," she said. "Obviously."

He looked at her, and hesitated, then lifted himself up, backwards, and sat on the edge. She swum over, and stopped in front of him, pulled his shorts down. One last time, she thought, and sucked him off. When he was done, she scooped up a handful of water and drank, washing the salt taste of him out her mouth.

"So," she said. "Do me?"

He nodded, and did, and when she was done, as she lay on the edge drying, she said, "I'm going to fix this Kelly thing for you, okay?"

"Can you?"

"I'm going to. So this is probably the last time for us."

"Okay."

"Is that all right?"

"Of course." He seemed to be thinking. After a while he said, "Are you upset?"

"Nah. Like I told you. Sometimes I just need to get laid."

"Thank you. If you can."

"Yeah, no problem." She sat up. "Let's go back down."

*

Bec and Rob walked down the hillside, slowly. Being more careful going down than coming up. Near the house, walking across the home paddock, Kelly came out and met them.

She looked annoyed. She looked annoyed, and confused, and like Bec had done something terribly wrong, when Bec really hadn't.

"I want to talk to you," Kelly said to Bec, while Rob pretended he couldn't hear.

"Why?" Bec said.

"Because I do. What's going on?"

Bec was going to fix Kelly's life, even if Kelly wasn't going to do it herself. "Barn," Bec said. "Both of you."

Kelly went without arguing. They had always gone in there when they were kids, to talk without being overheard, sometimes smuggling in beer and mates and sitting up the back, behind a wall of hay, where they wouldn't be caught. Rob looked unsure, but wasn't going to argue when his crush and his fuck-buddy were both heading off to talk about him.

Kelly leaned on the wall, and Rob stood uncomfortably, and Bec sat on one of the smaller bales of hay.

"What?" Kelly said.

"Hey Rob," Bec said. "Who has nicer tits? Me or Kelly?"

They both looked at her.

"I'm just wondering," Bec said. "Since you've seen us both."

Rob shrugged, and looked away. Kelly was glaring. She seemed confused, and a bit uncertain, but she was glaring.

"Don't..." Kelly said, then, "Fuck, Bec. What?"

"I'm just asking him."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kelly said, then added, "And don't. "You're putting him on the spot and he doesn't want to answer."

Bec was pretty sure she'd won right then. Kelly was defending Rob, not shouting at Bec. That meant something.

"I'm just asking, Kel," Bec said. "We were up at the pool, so he saw. And he can tell me if he doesn't want to answer."

Rob cleared his throat. "I don't think I want to answer."

"See?" Bec said.

There was a long silence.

"Hey Rob," Bec said. "See how Kel isn't asking what else we did up at the pool?"

Rob was looking at Kelly.

"You're a fucking bitch, Bec," Kelly said, and walked out.

Rob stood there, and watched her go. He didn't move.

"Well?" Bec said.

"Well what."

"You're still here with me."

He didn't seem to understand.

"Choose," Bec said. "Seriously, mate. Like choose right the fuck now, and go after whoever you choose."

He looked in the direction Kelly was walking. "I should go after her?"

"I'd have thought."

He nodded, but kept standing there.

"So go," Bec said.

"You didn't have to do that," Rob said.

"Yeah I did. She'll change her mind now."

Rob looked at her.

"You might know her, but I know her too. She'll change her mind now I want you. Or she won't, and then at least you'll know where you're at. One way or the other. Then you can get on with whatever."

Rob seemed to be thinking.

"Whatever like me," Bec said. "For instance."

Rob nodded.

"But she'll change her mind," Bec said. "Now someone else wants you. Now I do."

Rob stood there a moment longer, then said, "Thank you."

Then he ran after Kelly.

Bec lay back on the hay and felt its scratchy points jabbing through her shirt. She breathed in the musty dry grass smell, and waited where she was for a while, until Kelly and Rob had time to talk.

She wanted to pretend all she'd done was push Kelly and Rob together, but it wasn't true. She'd wanted to flirt, and wanted to get laid, and this was really for her as much as Rob. A convenient way to tidy everything up without it getting awkward.

She tried to decide if she was selfish or not, and actually wasn't sure.

After a while, she sat up and looked around. Rob and Kelly were over by the old sheds, talking. Kelly didn't seem angry any more, and Rob didn't seem too hopeless. After a while they went inside, so Bec went for a walk down to the road and back, to give Kelly time to calm down.

An hour or so later, when Bec went back inside, Kelly said she was going drop Rob back to his family's place.

She said it looking at Bec.

Bec was pretty sure Kelly was angry still, and that there'd be some shit when Kelly got back, but Kelly and Rob left together and his face didn't look like someone who was being let down.

"What did you do?" Bec's mum said, as Kelly and Rob drove away.

"Nothing."

"Bec?"

"I didn't. I just pushed a little."

Her mum nodded, and watched the car disappear down the drive. Bec watched too, until there was dust out on the road, and she knew they'd actually gone.

She was a little disappointed. She'd hoped they'd stop among the old pines. Maybe it was too soon for that.

The big family Christmas dinner in a few days time might not be much fun, but Bec was fairly sure she'd done the right thing. She would stay outside as much as possible, and Rob wouldn't be here, not now he didn't need to mope after Kelly, and his absence would probably calm things down.

And after that, everything would be all right. Bec didn't see Kelly very often, not any more, only for the holidays. There'd be most a year for everything to calm down.

She'd done the right thing, Bec decided, and she'd got laid too, so everything was good.

She just hoped Kelly wasn't going to shout too much when she got back tonight.



Coming Home



Blake was the type of man who was difficult -in fact, down-right impossible- to ignore. It wasn't his stature that set him apart from other men, although at over 6 feet tall, he tended to tower over most women. It wasn't his complexion that kept him from the crowd either, although his caramel colored skin paired with glossy black hair reminiscent of a raven's wing ensured that many women gave him covert, covetous glances. It wasn't even his personality that drew others to him like hummingbirds to a droplet of succulent nectar. Rather, his allure lay in his presentation of himself to the outside world. He stood tall, shoulders back, confident yet relaxed in his pose. His smile could warm even the darkest of souls, while his laugh would easily entice anyone to share in his mirth. He was a man who was confident of himself, and that is the most potent draw of all, to men and women alike.

While supremely aware of his own attributes, Blake also possessed modesty, which ensured that he was always surrounded by friends and colleagues who used him as a central hub of activity. It was that particular quality that raised his estimation in the eyes of his superiors, who, after a meeting, agreed to a promotion to a partner in the law firm in which Blake was currently ensconced.

Thrilled at this prospect, Blake could hardly contain his excitement long enough to express his gratitude towards and shake hands with his new business partners and bid them adieu before he quickly strode back to his office and packed his briefcase up. Strolling to his car, a large smile on his face, he dug out his cell phone and called his wife. "Willow," he said in a calm voice, "We're going out this evening. I'll be home in half an hour, and I expect you to be ready." After telling her he loved her, he hung up the phone, entered his car, and began the journey home.

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Blake inserted the glistening brass key into its sheath before turning it deftly to unlock the heavy oak front door. It swung open on silent hinges, a testament to the fruitful upkeep of its owners, and as Blake stepped over the threshold, he paused. The briefcase thudded to the floor from suddenly limp fingers while Blake's lungs ceased to work and his eyes stared in surprise at the scene before his eyes. Scattered generously in a path from the front door to its destination was a cloud of red, pink and white hued rose petals, their delicate fragrance wafting up from where Blake's feet had crushed some of them on the dark hardwood floor. Their startling contrast was further illuminated by lighted tapers in the sconces on the wall, which cast their flickering shadows throughout the home and along the seductive trail.

His breath exhaling in a quiet whoosh, Blake dropped his keys onto the table resting usefully against the wall next to the front door, kicked off his leather shoes, then reached out to close the door, almost in a daze. His ears perked slightly as he heard soft music emanating from what must be the destination of the petal trail, and he followed both with slow, measured footsteps, barely aware of even putting one foot in front of the other as his senses took in the scene. He turned into the hallway, following the path to his bedroom, where the door was wide open in a welcoming invitation for him to step inside.

Upon entering the room, a voluptuous form unfolded from the bed, swathed in a sheer verdant negligee that was practically transparent when its wearer stood, as now, in front of the roaring fireplace; the sole source of illumination in the room. Blake stared, his attention arrested by the beautiful woman standing before him, her toes curling almost shyly into the thick, plush rug beneath her feet. His gaze traveled upward, to smooth, well-toned calves, soft knees, and tantalizingly tender thighs that he knew cradled heaven at their apex. Further up was a pillowy tummy where he'd oft rested his weary head after a long day's work, and adorning that, almost like a mantel, were two perfect breasts, lush and straining the thin material of the negligee with their fullness, the darkened nipples and aureoles easily visible through the lace. Up his eyes traveled, past the neck with its deliciously beating life vein throbbing at either side, past the lightly flushed cheeks and impish turned up nose, to the warm blue eyes that watched him knowingly. He opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head once before stepping to him lightly to place a finger over his lips.

Without a word, Willow stepped into her husband, knowing the effect of her meagerly clad body on his male lust, especially when she pressed herself close like this. Her eyes pierced his as she watched him, letting him see just how much she wanted him, how desperately she wanted to please him. Her hands worked deftly at the dark purple silk tie that encircled Blake's neck, loosening the knot before slowly slipping it over his head and dropping it soundlessly to the floor. Never breaking eye contact, she moved her hands to the back of his neck, tracing his shirt collar, letting her fingertips touch his skin delicately as she ran them along the collar to the front to unfasten the top button. One, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her fingers trembled as they moved to the second button, and she moved her head forward to press a small kiss at Blake's Adam's apple while the second button was released from its cage.

In torturously methodical slow motions, Willow moved on to each consecutive button, her lips creating a blazing trail of fire behind her fingertips as she kissed her way down Blake's throat and chest. As she got lower, she dropped softly to her knees, knowing this was Blake's favorite position of hers. On her knees, ready to serve and awaiting his every whim and desire. Her heart beat faster in excitement, and the dull throb in her clit strengthened as her fingers moved to the waistband of Blake's slacks. His erection already formed a tent beneath the neatly creased material, and she smiled inwardly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the bulging seam as the belt buckle was released and the supple leather was slid with a slight hissssss from the loops. The button was the next to be undone, Willow's mouth continuing to tantalize Blake's hard cock through the thick material, and finally teeth gripped zipper, and the quiet zzzzzzzzzpp was heard in the relative quiet in the room before the arousing sound of the slacks and briefs hitting the floor with a quiet thump. Holding the hems, Willow looked up silently at Blake, who in his turn lifted his feet from the floor and out of the discarded pants and socks.

Willow bit her lower lip, showing pearly white teeth, as she gazed upon Blake in all his masculine glory. The firelight painted the hollows of his fine body, and his rigid penis stood at the ready, begging for attention without the restriction of clothing. She took a breath, leaned forward and gave the velvety head a slow, promising lick, then rose gracefully to push the crisp white shirt from Blake's broad shoulders, letting it, too, hit the floor and add to the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Her breathing grew slightly more labored as she again feasted her eyes upon him. Finally, Willow looked into his eyes once more, and saw the emotion that always caused her heart to skip a beat and her blood to go straight to her loins. Heavy lust was defined in Blake's smoldering gaze, who was obviously straining to hold himself back. Biting back a smile, she took his hand and pulled him towards the fire, where she stood on the soft fur rug set strategically before the flames, raised up on tiptoes, and pulled his face down to hers for a bone-melting kiss. 

The room was cool, despite the heat emanating from the fireplace, and her nipples were pebbled and hard as they pressed into Blake's bare chest. His arms moved to encircle her, pulling her in, his hands gliding down her sides before reaching back, grabbing her buttocks, and pulling her in firmly against his groin, letting Willow feel his throbbing shaft against her moist pussy. She moaned into his mouth, grinding herself wantonly against him until he could feel her pussy lips open around his cock, holding him greedily to her clit, which she pressed tightly against him. Grinning against her skin, he began to thrust shallowly, letting his rigid member rub her clit and pull gently at her lips. Willow trembled, hands clinging to his shoulders as she felt her body's secretions already lessening the delicious friction.

"You like that, my girl?" he broke the imposed silence, whispering into her ear before suckling a soft earlobe into his mouth and scraping his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

"Mhmm," she affirmed, arching into him, circling her hips restlessly. He chuckled low in his throat, amused and still slightly awestruck at how easily he could turn her into jelly. His fingertips dug into her ass as he pulled her closer, until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began, her writhing and his thrusting ensuring that her lace nightgown rode up just enough to expose her swollen pussy to his hungry cock. 

"Fuck you're wet," he murmured, bending his head to nip at her neck. "Does that mean you want me?"

Willow gazed back, her breathing shallow, her body thrumming with arousal. Her heart beat a staccato rhythm against her ribcage, and she licked her lips as she replied "More than life itself."

"Good," Blake replied, and bending to sweep his arm beneath her knees, he caught her up and laid her down on the warm fur, sprawling over top of her as his muscular thighs nudged her own apart. In one smooth motion, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her wet confines, and paused there, watching her as she arched again beneath him, the movement making her breasts strain against the lace bodice. Deciding he should fix the problem, Blake reached out and ripped the negligee down the middle, letting Willow's bountiful breasts spill free. Before she could protest her disappointment at this destruction of her clothing, Blake bent his head and laved a nipple with his talented tongue. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he laved again, this time withdrawing and then thrusting back deep inside Willow's greedy cunt. Her breathy gasp made his cock throb, and he thrust again, this time lowering his mouth and sucking her nipple and aureole into his mouth, suckling like a babe would feast. Timing his thrusts with the pressure of his mouth, Blake slowly moved in and out of Willow's generous form, feeling her slick flesh open willingly for his probing head. 

Moving his free hand, he began to caress her swollen, tender clit, and was rewarded with a sharp cry of delight from the sweet mouth of his delectable wife. Her legs moved to bend at the knees and press her heels deep into the fur and against the floor, providing the support and leverage she needed to meet his increasingly faster thrusts, and he moved his attention to the other nipple, letting the chilly air continue his work on her wet flesh while he worked on the other. 

"Oh God..." Willow moaned, her hands threading through Blake's hair. Pressing his head down onto her breast in a silent plea to make him aware she wanted it rougher, her hips lifted to meet the long, slow thrusting of her favorite cock. The movement made Blake's thumb, which was currently circling and tantalizing her aching clit, press harder against the sensitive flesh, and she bit back another groan of enjoyment.

Blake lifted his head and licked his lips deliberately as he gazed at his wife. "Do you like me fucking you, pet?" he asked with an evil smile, repeatedly thrusting home. "Do you like the feel of my cock pounding that wet pussy of yours? Or should I stop?" So saying, he paused and withdrew his shaft from her luscious pussy, grabbing it and using his head now to massage her clit.

"No, no, no, don't stop!" Willow protested weakly, curling her legs around his waist and attempting to pull him closer. Blake laughed, and leaning forward on his hands, re-entered her sweet flesh and began to pump into her in earnest. Willow cried out as he forcefully thrust into her, and her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging sweetly into his flesh as he rode her willing body. The sound of his cock ramming in and out of her, balls lightly slapping her asscheeks, and their heavy breathing mingled with the crackling of the logs on the fire, and Willow cried out with each thrust, each cry a demand for more, a plea to not stop, an earnest appeal to keep fucking her this way.

"Planned this all out, didn't you, vixen?" Blake panted, his fingers playing a melody on Willow's aching clit, driving her towards the pinnacle. "The flowers... the candlelight... the fire... You were determined to get fucked tonight, weren't you, my little wanton?"

"Yes... oh, god, yes," Willow breathed, moaning loudly, the plunging thrusts of Blake's lust-driven body forcing gasps of ever soaring desire past her moist lips. Blake's head lowered once more, and again his mouth encircled a taut nipple. Willow's body arched involuntarily as his teeth grazed the delicate subject ever so carefully, controlled in a way to bring the most passion to her hungering body. His tongue circled even as he suckled, and he delighted in the piercing cries he derived from Willow in his zeal for her fulfillment.

Her womb pulled him in, begging Blake for more even as Willow's legs tightened around his waist. The fur beneath his knees was soft and made it impossible for him to stop for fear of pain. Instead, his hips gyrated more quickly, burying his hardness into her softness, a meshing of day and night, yin and yang, demon and angel.

Willow's head thrashed upon the floor, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensations that Blake methodically laid upon her, and with a few more thrusts, her spasming limbs had Blake chuckling against her warm breast as she reached her pinnacle. He paused, enjoying the feel of her inner muscles milking his cock, but as soon as the movements eased, he began to slowly build her up again.

Willow's eyes flew open, and her fingers gripped his biceps as she stared into Blake's eyes, love and desire and delight flooding her. "I want you to cum for me," she whispered in longing, even as her eyes glazed over slightly with the arousal spreading throughout her body once more. "I want to feel your cock pulse inside me, filling me with your seed, marking me as your own. I want to feel you tremble above me, empowered with the knowledge of your conquest even as you know that I am yours forevermore..." Willow closed her eyes as she struggled for a moment to keep the coming orgasm at bay. "Make me yours..."

"You... are... mine," Blake growled, emphasizing each word with a powerful thrust of his hips. At his affirmation, Willow's head lolled back and she gave herself up to a soul-shattering, bone-shaking orgasm, her mouth open wide as she made her delight known -quite loudly- to any who would listen. It was this look that Blake savored, craved, and would do anything for. Seeing it again, he lost his self-imposed control, and gave to Willow that which she most craved; a part of himself, deep inside of her, as he shuddered above her satiated body in a mind-numbing orgasm of his own.



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'I don't understand why I'm so nervous! I've known him for ages, hell we've met face to face before...yeah OK so he barely touched me, but dammit I still shouldn't be like this!' She stabbed the exclamation marks to the page of her journal and stared at it. Frustrated and confused, unable to think of a way to put her emotions into words, she slammed the book closed and shoved it into the glove compartment. She took a quick look at the map to refresh her memory and carefully drove down the on ramp and slid back onto the interstate.

As she drove, the words began to tumble from her full lips. Alone in the car, she did the only thing she could to try and make sense of the hailstorm of emotions...she talked to herself. "You know what, that's what I don't understand. Why did he want to meet in the first place if he never intended to take it anywhere? Yeah it was nice not having to fend off hands I wasn't sure I wanted to touch me yet...oh who am I freaking kidding, I'm mad as hell that he didn't make a move! You don't talk to a woman for months...MONTHS...and then set up a weekend meet, a hotel and the only thing you do is hold her and make out and talk! That's soooooooooo high school!" Her hand slapped the steering wheel as she vented. She jumped as the horn blared out, earning her a nasty gesture from the driver in front of her car.

"Yeah yeah I can fly that bird too ya twit!" She snarled, and then sighed heavily. "I don't get it, didn't he want more? What was the purpose in that? I so badly wanted him to NEED me, to want me...dear God, I needed him to show me, not just tell me!" She cried out miserably. It'd been over three month since their first face to face meeting. They talked every day, usually a couple times a day, and over time the doubts crept back in, the frustration leading her to question the attraction he said he felt for her. Blowing out a breath of aggravation, she signaled for her turn off and found herself quickly enthralled with the view out of the window as she took the rocky lane down towards the cabin.

As she pulled into a parking spot in front of the cabin, she inhaled deeply, resolving herself to see what this visit brought before she made any decision. Stepping out of the car, she looked around as she stretched, noticing the way the cabin's deck hung over the side of the hill, she walked around for a closer look. Gasping, she just stared, her head swiveling from side to side taking in the beautiful early evening look of the Smoky Mountains. Feeling a calm flow through her, she turned and saw him standing beside her car. Smiling she moved towards him, her steps slow and even. Stepping into the open circle of his arms, her head instantly lowered to his shoulder, hugging him tightly. 

"What's wrong?" He asked her, feeling the tension in her body even as she clung to him. She hugged him tighter and shook her head slightly.

"Nothing, Love. Was just a long drive." She hedged, pulling away and smiling at him before moving to the backseat to pull out her bags. He reached past her and grabbed both bags, stepping back and motioned for her to close the car. Leading her up the front steps of the porch, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and struggled for a moment not to frown. He watched the ever so slight hesitation as her hand reached for the handle to the front door, saw the miniscule pause in her step as she entered. He led her up the stairs to the loft and set her bags at the foot of the king sized bed. Turning towards her, he caught a quick glimpse of her troubled frown, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she looked at the bed. 

"Did you want to rest first, or are you hungry?" He asked, stepping closer to her. She startled wildly, actually stepping back before she looked up at him. The shadows in her eyes had him raising his hand to touch her and dropping it slowly. "C'mon, I'll show you around so you know where to find everything." He turned and walked out of the bedroom, pausing along the way to point out the TV room, the deck with it's hot tub overlooking the mountains, the bathroom and finally into the living room/kitchen with it's wide open floor plan. Turning to face her, he once more offered to get her something to eat.

"No...thank you." She answered quietly. She looked past him to the monstrous fireplace against the far wall and a sudden grin flashed on her face. She ducked past him and ran to run her hands over the old stone, and noticing that the logs were laid and ready, turned to him to ask...and found him holding a box of matches. She moved to the side and watched as he calmly lit the fire, feeding it small bits of tinder until it took hold and gained a life of it's own. Staring at the fire, her eyes glowed. "It's beautiful!" She gasped, turning towards him with a smile.

"Yes, it is." He answered quietly, his hand raising to wrap a curl of her long red hair around his finger. He watched the firelight play on her hair, reflecting the heat. Meeting her eyes, he slowly leaned down and kissed her, his lips playing over hers, moving...seeking. She returned the kiss softly, holding her body away from his. Sighing and pulling away, he took her hand and pulled her over to the couch. Settling down and tucking her against his side, he wrapped an arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Talk to me." He whispered softly. Her body tensed in his arms, and slowly relaxed against him as she sighed.

"I don't know what to...how to." She growled in frustration. Tipping her chin back until she looked up at him, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

"Just talk, it's just us, our cabin...our safe place. It's been here waiting for you...and so have I." He reminded her, shifting his body around until he could easily look in her eyes. Her deep dark eyes so full of anxiety and emotions.

"That's what makes it so much harder dammit!" She suddenly exploded, sitting up away from him. Facing the fire, staring at it, she continued, the words finally pouring out. "When I'm with you, it's amazing, I feel so calm, so cared for, so...precious." She whispered the last word blinking quickly as tears filled her eyes. Shaking her head slightly she swiped at her eyes trying to catch the tears before they fell. "When we met last time...you held me, we touched and talked, laughed. You kissed me as if you couldn't get enough, couldn't stop. But after...when I got home, it felt different...it felt so...alone. You say you want me...but you didn't..." Her words trailed of as he stood up in front of her and held out his hands to her. When she didn't respond, he gently but firmly pulled her to her feet. Standing in front of him, she slowly looked up at him, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. His hands rose to frame her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears, before they slid into her hair, holding her in place as he leaned in to kiss her. As she gasped, he slid past her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Moving one hand from her hair, he captured one of her hands and slid it down his chest, down until their hands pressed over the erection bulging against the front of his pants. Holding her hand there, he kissed her, nipping and sucking at her lips and tongue until she was breathless.

Pulling away from her lips, he waited until her eyes opened, until she was staring at him, "Undress me." He ordered. She looked up at him, her eyes clouded with emotion and again...frustration. He stood firm and so hard, watching as her hands slowly rose to his shirt, sliding the buttons free and pushing it over his shoulders. A sob caught in her throat as she slid her hands into his chest hair and she curled against his chest, hugging him desperately. Gritting his teeth, he stood, without response and waited until she hesitantly reached for the button on his pants, swallowing hard as he felt her fingers brush over his cock as she slid the zipper down. He watched her kneel, his cock bobbing insistently as she slowly knelt in front of him, pushing his pants down his legs. He kicked out of his shoes and allowed her to slide his pants off, tugging his socks off, before looking up at him.

Motioning for her to stand, he moved past her and laid down on the large couch. Moving towards him, she stopped abruptly as he held up a hand. "Undress for me." He ordered, his voice raspy. He saw the mutiny come and go in her eyes, saw the quick thought of leaving and the slow determination to see it through cross her lovely face. Even more slowly, he watched her hands move to her blouse, pausing and then gripping it to rip it over her head defiantly. Standing in front of the couch, the firelight moving over her body, she stood as if waiting for judgment. "The rest." He demanded quietly, his hands intertwined over his chest. He saw her tongue dart out to lick her lips as she glanced as his cock still rock hard and waiting. Slowly, the hesitation and anxiety showing so clearly in her eyes as she shimmied and wriggled out of her slacks and panties before reaching back to unclasp the bra, letting it all to the floor as her heavy breasts reacted to the air, the nipples puckering instantly.

"Come here. Lay with me." He moved onto his side, making room for her to lay down next to him. Snuggling her against his chest, he took her hand and lowered it to his cock, wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Leaning back against the cushions, he held her close, breathing deep as her hand stroked him, instantly falling into the same slow rhythm they'd found during the first visit.

Kissing her forehead, he began to talk. "Do you remember what I told you last time?" Feeling the ever so slight nod of her head, he continued. "I told you about us, about this place, what it meant. I told you I wanted you to have a safe place to come to, when it's all too much. A place to run to, to feel, to breathe. I wrapped your hand around me then, just like I did tonight. I told you I wanted you to be able to reach out anytime, to touch, to feel, to know that you've come home. Do you remember?" He asked her, his voice a low rasping whisper as he paused just to feel. 

He felt more than heard her soft giggle and hiccup. "You called it my pacifier. Like I needed it to soothe me, like a baby." She whispered back, her hand moving slowly over his shaft, her thumb slowly moving over the head with each stroke. 

"No, not like a baby. You need that safe place, that comfort you can go to, to hold and touch, to settle yourself, to center so that you can see the world again, not just it's problems. You do so much, feel so much...all the time, it's overwhelming." He sighed. Kissing her forehead again, and then smiling softly as she tipped her head back to look at him. Pleased with the slow soft smile she sent him, he finished. "I wanted you to know first...most...that I'm here, this cabin is here...your pacifier is waiting here for you, whenever you need us."

"Thank you." She answered simply, and quietly, her eyes sliding down to the cock in her hand, watching the way it throbbed patiently in her hand. "I know I'm so close to the edge sometimes, so stressed and tired that I get whiny and bitchy. I was so...out of control, the last part of the drive, I can't understand why you didn't want it to go any further the last time. Not sure this time would be any different, and it just made everything else worse." She admitted, her attention focused solely on the slow steady strokes, on the soft skin that covered his swollen cock. 

"How do you feel now?" He asked, his hand covering hers and stopping the movement. She frowned, snapping her head up to look at him. Slowly the frown left her face, replaced by a slow moving smile and understanding.

"Calm...more relaxed...happy...I feel so much all the time, I can't always handle it, but here, like this...it's like you're my quiet, my silence. My Peace." Her smile lit up brilliantly as the last left her lips. "It is like coming home! Like curling up in your bed with that old teddy bear, the blanket that reminds you of all the good." He grinned as full comprehension rose in her eyes making them sparkle. "A pacifier." She said simply, and a giggle escaped her as she snuggled against his chest, hugging him tightly. "But..." Her head popped up nearly smacking him in the chin. "your cock, the feel of it in my hand, the warmth of your body being close is my pacifier. What's your pacifier, what comforts you when it gets bad?" She asked. 

"You." He answered simply and kissed her, sucking her bottom lip, drawing it out to nibble on it even as she grinned brightly. "There's something you need to do." Carefully he pushed her off the couch and moved into a reclining position against the cushions. Watching her expressive face, he grinned and said, "Take your position." Leaning back, he watched as she quickly settled onto her knees, kneeling in front of the couch at cock level. Glancing up at him, she slowly leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue over the head of his cock in slow teasing circles. Reaching a hand out, he slid a hand into her hair, holding her close, urging her on. Her lips closed over his cock, surging in a slow even rhythm, sucking him deeper with each stroke. 

He felt her tongue flick against the glans, sliding down putting pressure on the thick vein under his cock as she plunged down on him burying his cock deep in her throat. His hand tightened convulsively in her hair, fisting in the curls, using it to guide her into a faster stroke. Gritting his teeth, he pushed up into her mouth, thrusting harder. "Use your hands." He growled, needing to feel her as he did last time. Her hand rose to the base of his shaft, wrapping around it and following her mouth with each stroke. Leaning back on her heels, she watched as her hand slid over his cock rolling over the head and back down. Pulling his cock taut as her hand slid down his shaft, she leaned forward to lick and suck at his cock like it was a lollipop. Another stroke and down, she pressed her lips to the head and hummed softly, biting back a giggle as he groaned out loud. Following her hand back down, she deep throated him and pulled away, her hand followed back up, sliding over the head and twisting back down. 

Tightening his hand in her hair, he pulled her mouth back down on his cock even as he slide his other hand between her legs, tracing her thighs. He felt her mouth tighten around him as his hand slid up to her pussy, his fingers dancing over her lips. She inhaled sharply as her mouth rose on his cock and he moaned at the sweet agony of cold air against his skin. Thrusting up into her mouth, his fingers teased her, sliding up to circle her clit, pinching at it, squeezing it. He felt her humming moan travel along his cock and his toes curled with the effort of not cumming. Running his hand back through her lips, he pushed two fingers inside her, damn pleased to feel just how wet she was already. 

Thrusting his fingers into her with the rhythm of her mouth on his cock, he worked to bring her to the edge of an orgasm. Feeling her breath shudder over his cock as he thrust deeper into her mouth his hand driving her harder and faster, he pinched her clit hard and pushed a third finger inside her pussy. The feel of her clamping down on his hand as she shivered violently made his balls tighten and his cock throb even harder. Curling his fingers, he pistoned his hand in and out of her, listening to the sound of her soaked hole as it grasped at him. Flicking his thumb against her clit hard, he heard the muffled cry at the same time he felt even more wetness. Listening to her cum with his cock buried in her throat snapped the final thin thread of his control. Thrusting up hard, he grunted as his cock exploded, shooting hot ropes of cum deep into her throat, his hips moving spasmodically as she sucked him dry even as her body still convulsed around his hand. Slowly relaxing against the couch, he felt her head drop onto his thighs.

"Now, it's Mine." She giggled softly. Opening his eyes to look down at her he couldn't help but laugh.

"You look smug." 

"I am. You told me no woman ever had. Now it's mine and I did...so there!" She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. Teasingly he lifted his hand which was still tangled in her hair. 

"It is yours. It'll always be yours. Now c'mon, time for a lil hot tub and then bed." He managed to get up off the couch and helped her to her feet, both of them laughing as the shaky legs they dealt with as they moved out onto the balcony. Leaning over, he turned on the hot tub and then turned to kiss her as it fired up. Kissing her thoroughly, he backed her up against the railing. Grinning at her, he slid down her body, pulling her legs open wider and pushing his face against her.

"Oh hell" She cried out, reaching over her head to grab onto the rafter to keep from falling backwards as his tongue pushed inside of her. She half hung, half stood there under the assault of his mouth as he nipped and sucked at her lips, flicking his tongue against her clit before pushing it inside her again. One hand dropped to his head, holding him close as she rocked her hips against him. Hearing her panting breaths and breathless whispers, he shouldered her legs wider, pushing the same three fingers inside her. His mouth fastened on her clit, suckling hard on it as his hand thrust into her fast and hard. A long keening scream ripped from her as she came again, her body shuddering as he continued to drive his hand into her. Unable to stop it, her body released a flood of wetness all over his arm and chest. Even as her body still hummed and sparked, she blushed brightly and avoided looking at him.

Rising to his feet, he turned her head and kissed her hard. Her arm dropped from the rafter to his shoulders. Kissing him passionately, her body snuggled against his, her hips grinding against his. Pulling away, he pushed her towards the hot tub, slapping her ass soundly to urge her on. Glaring back at him, she stepped up and into the hot tub, her breath hissing as the hot water. Sinking in and settling into a corner, she watched as he turned off the lights and moved into the tub next to her. Pulling her int his arms, he settled back and pointed out the horizon to her. She looked out and grinned, lowering her head to his shoulder as they watched the sunset while they soaked. 

"Okay, that was so worth the drive!" She sighed happily a half hour later as they climbed out of the hot tub and dried off. Hearing him snort rudely she looked back at him. Her eyes slid down his body and back up as a slow grin lit her face. "Oh trust me, being here with you is worth more, but that sunset made the drive with it...the rest is just...perfect." She said as she hugged him tightly. Kissing her quickly, he led her back inside and up the stairs. Snuggling into bed, she tucked her body against his, laying her head on his shoulder and draping a leg between his.

He missed her slight frown as he turned out the light. She moved restlessly against him as he kissed her forehead. Wrapping his arms around her, he quickly drifted off to sleep. She lay in his arms, awake and thinking for hours. Her body was still humming softly as she laid there listening to his breathing. Finally, frustrated and wanting to sleep, she rolled over and bit back a curse as he immediately rolled with her, his body fitting to ever curve of hers. She slowly began to relax her body calming and drifting off , when he moved against her, flexing his hips and rubbing a raging erection against her ass. Half asleep and blinded by exhaustion and fighting serious arousal issues of her own, she finally gave up on managing to sleep and carefully slid from the bed as the sun rose over the mountains. 

Quietly picking up the larger of the two bags, she tip toed from the room and down the stairs. She quickly dressed, moving as quietly as possible. Barefoot, dressed in long skirt and soft tank top, she moved outside. She walked a full circuit of the porch, looking out over the property and staring at the scenery as the sun tried to burn the fog from the mountains. Stopping in long enough to slide her shoes on, she stepped off the porch and walked around the yard looking at the wildflowers that sat at the edge of the woods. She stood quietly, thinking and reflecting, her arms braced against a low branch when two arms suddenly snaked around her waist pulling her up against a hard body. Her soft scream echoed in the morning air as she tried to jerk away, her head snapping around.




Coming Home



"Dammit, are you trying to scare the shit outta me?" She snarled, her heart racing. She pulled away, trying to turn to face him. She found herself leaning against the branch, his arm around her waist as one hand slid over her breasts squeezing them.

"I woke up and you were gone." He growled in her ear, his mouth trailing down the back of her neck, his teeth sinking in. Her knees gave way even as she struggled to push away from the branch. "I want you!" He snapped out grinding against her. 

"Well well, so when you want it, you can sneak up and scare me to death, but when I want it I get to lay awake all night?" She scoffed at him, renewing her struggles. She gasped as she felt him toss her skirt up to her hips. The cool morning air raised goosebumps on her ass . Growling and struggling, she shoved against the branch trying to create an opening.

"Hmmm, I would suggest you don't wear panties around here anymore." He growled, and she froze as a tearing sound accompanied a cool breeze against her pussy. His hand slid to her pussy stroking it hard as she felt his cock rubbing against her bare ass. 

"Dammit, you're not just going to wind me up and let me sit and then expect me to...oh fuck!" She shouted as she pushed her legs wide and shoved his cock in hard and deep. He kept one arm around her holding her in place as he began to thrust deeply, his cock gliding much too easily inside her. 

"You're mine! Only mine." He rasped in her ear as he thrust hard. Wrapping his free hand in her hair, he pulled her head back until he could kiss her. His tongue slid into her mouth, mimicking the motion of his cock. The arm holding her slid lower, his hand moving to her clit and stroking it hard and fast. 

Moaning, she braced herself against the branch, heard the leaves shaking as he moved faster and harder. Releasing her hair, he bent her over the branch, using the leverage to drive deeper. Her legs spread wide, his fingers twisting and pinching her clit, he slammed into her, their skin slapping, echoing loudly in the air.

"Cum for me!" He demanded pinching her clit hard. She sobbed for breath, shaking her head violently, trying to hold back. "I said cum for me!" He raged, thrusting harder and deeper into her. 

"Then cum with me!" She cried out feeling him bottom out deep inside her. Pushing hard back against him, she orgasmed violently. Feeling her body squeezing him, milking his cock, he thrust deep once more and froze as he came deep, his cock throbbing and jerking. She collapsed against the branch breathing heavily as she felt his cock slowly slip from her body. Turning in his arms she opened her mouth to rage at him and instead nearly swallowed his tongue as he kissed her.

"Good morning Mine." He said smugly as he released her and let her skirt fall to cover her as he slowly walked her towards the cabin.



Coming Home



Ellen met Tom at Holton High School where both were small town teens exploring life in the backseats of old Chevys and the hay loft on the family farm. In the town of Holton, the highlight of life was the school prom, who would win the football game, and whether or not college was an option. For most it was going to work after graduation or drifting away to a nearby city for a job in a factory. There were the exceptions. Very few had the courage to break away from tradition and brave the world well beyond the silos, past the steel and paper mills, driving through nondescript towns and bustling cities to eventually making it into a world that only the privileged knew. 

Tom had been one of those few who had escaped the cycle of small town life and managed to become an executive at a law firm in New York where he had made a name for himself. Along with that came the trophy wife, two children, a boy and a girl, and the never ending climb up the ladder to becoming an icon in his field. There was the mansion on the hill, the Mercedes, the parties, and then the devastating divorce that left Tom to evaluate his life and face the illusion that he thought would bring him happiness. That was why he was back in Holton aimlessly walking the sidewalk to a small café at the end of town. The Corner Café was still the same as when he left as if caught in a time warp with its checkered table cloths and wood paneling that had darkened over the years from the oil and grease from cooking on a grill. It smelled like home. The scent of home fries, bacon, and eggs filled the room with an air of nostalgia that made him smile. 

Back then he was a strapping young man with bright blue eyes, hay colored hair bleached by the sun, re blue jeans, plaid shirts and sported a farmer's tan. He was all of twenty one when he left to discover the world and now thirty years later, his eyes had somewhat dulled, his hair flecked with grey, and his exuberance for life was now that of an old car that had lost its shine. 

A waitress who looked as if she had been working at the café too long handed him a menu with the corners worn from being handled too much. Scanning the entrées, he ordered the blue plate special and waited patiently with a cup of coffee in front of him. Outside he could see the skies darken and the few townspeople that were walking along the sidewalk began to hurry on their way either into stores or to their cars before the rain began to fall. The rain started lightly at first then into a steady stream of water that danced when it hit the street in a syncopated rhythm like tiny dancers in a chorus line. It was late in the afternoon and most diners had left the café. By the time he had finished his meal the day was done and night was creeping in like an intruder. Although it didn't stop the rain and from what the waitress had mentioned to the cook earlier, it would continue all night. It didn't matter to Tom. He had no place special to go except the bed and breakfast where he had rented a room. So he was contented to sit at the small table with the checkered tablecloth near the window and watch it rain feeling somehow comforted by the storm.

Several minutes later, a woman ran up the sidewalk with an umbrella over her head in a vain attempt to shield herself from the rain. She stopped under the eave in front of the café door, shook loose the water droplets from the umbrella and closed it before entering the café flustered, but none the less for wear. She hurried past the counter to a table at the far end of the diner and sat down with a sigh glad to be out of the storm. Tom watched as the waitress recognizing the woman immediately brought her a cup of coffee, asked if she wanted the usual and then left. The woman pushed the back the grey wisps of hair from her forehead and settled into her chair. She was older like Tom, but her skin was still smooth, her eyes a deep chocolate brown and when she smiled her face lit up like an angel from heaven. Tom tried not to stare, but the woman had drawn him into her and he recognized her from all those years ago. His heart skipped a beat when he called her by name.

"Ellen?" he said so low that he thought she didn't hear him.

The woman quizzically looked up and turned her head. Tom felt his heart jump when he saw the beautiful woman whom he had known so long ago looking back at him. Her mouth opened in surprise and when she smiled Tom knew it was her.

"Why Tom," she began. "How long has it been?" 

Tom returned her smile and shook his head, "Well over thirty years I guess. Time's been good to you Ellen."

The woman blushed and pushed back the grey wisps of hair again that had fallen precariously over one eye. She didn't answer at first, but bit her lip making Tom wonder if he had done the right thing in recognizing her.

"A lot of things have happened," she began.

"Yes, a whole lifetime has happened," he agreed. "Why don't you sit over here by the window with me so we don't have to shout," Tom smiled hoping she would take him up on his offer.

"Well I don't want to impose," Ellen said coyly.

"No bother. Or I can come to you," he suggested.

"No, it's all right. I'll come over there and we can watch it rain together," she answered.

Tom held the chair out for her as Ellen sat down and for several moments they just looked at each other. There were the age lines, the greying of hair, the bodies not quite as trim as they used to be, but neither saw that. Each saw the other as they were all those years ago when they were young and had their entire lives ahead of them. Tom and Ellen knew time had passed, but the gentle yearning for each other that had filled them back then was still as fresh as if it were yesterday. The desire was still there and the attraction that had driven them crazy enough to seek out the back seat of Tom's Ford to satiate the need was turning back the hands of time and it felt good to feel alive again.

He told her of his accomplishments, the kids, the inevitable divorce and the return to Holton to hopefully heal. She told him of her marriage of twenty five years ending when her husband had a heart attack while plowing a field on his tractor. She spoke of her three children who now grown had decided to leave Holton and try their luck on their own by either going to college or in the case of her daughter marrying a man from a nearby town. She told him of her mother being put in a nursing home because of dementia and Ellen afraid for her well-being. It was the nursing home where she had been when she stopped at the café for a bite to eat before heading home. It was all there. The stories, the timelines, the differences and the similarities between them. Tom watched as she ate her dinner and he had another cup of coffee. It was getting late and the waitress brought the check letting both know the diner would close shortly. Tom paid the check for both on his insistence and then they sat waiting for the other to say something that wouldn't end the night as quick as it began.

"It's still early," Tom said. "I hate to say goodbye so soon."

Ellen smiled and the sparkle in her eyes that he remembered from so long ago was still there. It gave him hope. "Would you like to come to my place? It's been a long time since I had company and you are welcomed to say the least."

"I'd love to," Tom said almost relieved for the invite.

They left the diner and Tom followed Emily to her family home which was the farm she had grown up on and she now owned. Once inside, she guided Tom to the living room where she flipped on the lamp near the sofa and sat down. Tom sat next to her where both felt like teenagers about to do "it" for the first time.

"It's been a long time since I've ........" Tom's voice trailed.

"Same for me I'm afraid," Ellen blushed.

Tom looked at Ellen and slid his hand over her cheek feeling the softness of her skin against the palm of his hand. He then drew her to him kissing her firmly on the lips. Ellen closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. She remembered that kiss from so long ago. It had excited her then and it excited her now. Now lost in him, she never wanted it to end. Tom drew close and slid his arm around the small of her back and she gave way to him wrapping her arms around his back.

"I've missed this," he whispered in her ear.

"From your ex-wife?" Ellen asked.

"No. From you," he said. "I was a fool to let you go."

"You wanted to see the world," Ellen said with tears welling in her eyes.

"I didn't realize my world was right here all along," he confessed.

Ellen held him tighter, "Now what do we do?"

Tom kissed her again, "Well, we could go upstairs and watch it rain from bed."

Ellen giggled like a school girl, "I'll lead the way."

She rose from the sofa, took Tom's hand and led him up the stairs to a room that when the door opened smelled of clean linen and spice reminding Tom of the perfume Ellen used to wear. It enticed him more when he brought her to him and felt her full breasts press against his chest. She fell into his arms and in the darkness they slid into a world that only they remembered and knew.

Tom unbuttoned her blouse, slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then reached behind her to unsnap her bra and gently pulled it off exposing the fullness of her breasts. His hand slid over the mounds and he could feel Ellen catch her breath at his touch.

"I wasn't sure if I had still had it," he chuckled in the darkness.

"You always did like to tease me," she whispered back.

"I'm not teasing," he replied kissing her. "I wasn't sure if I would be good enough......"

She put her fingers to his lips, "You've always been good enough for me. Let's not say anything more about the past. All that matters is right now. This very moment is what's important. Everything else is gone," she replied.

Her words were like a shot of adrenalin to Tom and he grabbed her breasts with his hands and squeezed them feeling the softness give way to his fingers. Her nipples hardened and the rosebuds turned into taut nubs. He leaned over her and ran his tongue over each. First he flicked his tongue over the left one and then the right. He then pulled at them with his fingers making her jump with the exquisite electrical sensation that shot through her. Ellen began to breathe deeply letting it out slowly with every move Tom made when touching her. Tom could feel his shaft grown hard, the length of it pushing against his jeans in protest at being confined. Ellen reached down, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped the zipper and reached inside his briefs to feel the shaft pulsating at her very touch. Her hand stroked it bringing the sweet juice of his pre-cum to the head of his shaft where she reached over the head, scooped it up with her finger and brought it to her tongue licking it dry.

"It tastes as good as ever," she sighed savoring the saltiness of the liquid.

"You always did like how I tasted," Tom said in a sensual daze of passion.

Ellen sat down on the bed and drew Tom to her where she pulled down his jeans and briefs exposing his shaft and balls that seem to jump out when finally released. She eagerly wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to stroke it while fondling his balls with the other hand.

"You always knew what I liked," Tom said between gritted teeth.

She lowered her head and her lips encircled the head of his shaft sending a burning sensation through Tom that excited him even more. 

"Take it," he whispered. "Deep throat it."

Ellen began to lower her mouth over him sucking him in as her tongue ran along the outside ridge of his shaft grating over the flesh enticing his cum to fill it. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft slowly at first with her hand following and stroking behind it then faster as she devoured him deep into her mouth as the pre-cum oozed over the head. Tom reached down to find her nipples and pulled at them. She moaned and sucked harder on his shaft until his legs began to quiver.

"I don't want to cum like this," he managed to say. "I want to please you first."

Ellen slowly released her lips from Tom's shaft, wiped her mouth then pulled off her pants and panties leaving her naked as she stretched out on the bed with her legs parted. Tom wasted no time in removing his own clothing to stand by the edge of the bed naked with his hard shaft bulging and bouncing in anticipation. Climbing between her legs, he knelt bringing his mouth close to the sweet swollen lips of her entrance. He blew at the soft curls of her folds exposing the honey that was to be his. With his tongue he parted her lips and licked her tight rosebud flicking at it until it swelled with desire. He then ran his tongue in a circular motion driving Ellen to the point where her hips gyrated moving involuntarily at his touch. She placed her hands on his head and pushed him into her as he probed her folds, licking her juices and exploring with his tongue. Her hips rose then fell as he used his tongue as a shaft to penetrate her. She ground on his face and bit her lip to keep from cumming too soon. Her own hands now rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples bringing her nearer to her climax. Tom reached down and stroked his cock with his hand moaning as he licked her pussy at the same time.

"I'm almost there," she managed to say between gulps of air.

Tom brought himself to his knees and positioned himself between Ellen thighs. He stroked his shaft once more until his cum was at the head before inserting it inside Ellen's pussy who moaned with ecstasy at the protrusion of his hardened shaft inside her. Slowly he began to pump her in and out diving deeper and deeper into her well. Ellen grabbed the sheets on either side of her and writhed as Tom brought her closer and closer to her climax. He, nearing his own orgasm, could barely hold back when Ellen whispered hoarsely that she was cumming. His senses overloaded as he let loose his cream inside her as she exploded in her own orgasm drenching cum juice over his shaft. Together they climaxed with her pussy clamped onto his shaft and he shooting stream after stream of his white hot seed inside her. 

The years evaporated into thin air. Life as they both knew it disappeared and they were young again, hearts beating as one, bodies joined in sync as they brought each other to their limits and crested on the other side. Spent, Tom collapsed laying his head on her chest while she ran her fingers through his hair. Several minutes later when the world slowly returned, he rolled over to Ellen's side and held her to him as if she might escape and awaken him from a dream. 

"Are you staying the night?" she drowsily asked.

"What's for breakfast?" he joked.

"Me," she laughed. "And this time you're not leaving right after."

Tom kissed the top of her head, "I'm not going anywhere. I've finally come home," he said. "I've found what I was looking for."

THE END



Coming Home



I took my time getting home. I knew she was there, that she had been there for a while and was waiting for me. Taking time gave her the chance to prepare herself, divest herself of the vanilla world of work and prepare herself into her babygirl submissive headspace. Her mind and slipping into her mind are my greatest pleasures because of the power I hold over her mind that then translates into very interesting control over her body. She is delicious, beautiful, and the three W's....warm, wet, and willing.

Entering the house, the smell of melted scented wax assails my nostrils. It is a delight to have this sensation as it adds so much to the ambiance of the scene. The lights are low, candles are lit, and the house is quiet. 

And there she is. She is kneeling feet from the door, head down, eyes closed, thighs spread, wrists resting on her knees with her palms up, offering herself to me, open, unfettered, and free. She wears only three pieces of jewelry, the most important her Daddy's Girl bracelet. She is such a beautiful sight there kneeling, waiting, open, her mind slipping deeper into the part of her where she gets to be free.

I step towards her, lowering my bag to the ground so that my hands can be unencumbered. Her hair is down, the way I like it, perfect to pet or to wrap my fingers in and control her. She knows I am there but maintains amazing composure, not moving, breathing slowly, waiting and anticipating.

"Hello babygirl," I whisper in a low voice. She does not move but a small smile graces her lips. Such a good sign.

I step to her slowly and quietly, contemplating what I want to do with this beautiful woman who has surrendered herself to me. Normally I lift her chin and kiss her, beckoning her to stand so that we can embrace. But not tonight.

"Mouth," I say.

She slowly opens her mouth, little pink tongue reaching out to run across her lips. Her lips glisten and her wet tongue is so inviting. She waits for thirty seconds, licking her lips, her head still down and eyes closed. And then her hands reach up, palms laying flat on my thighs, sliding upwards across my thighs, seeking out the zipper to my pants. Holding the top of my pants with one hand, she slowly draws down my zipper, reaches her hand inside and draws out my cock.

Eyes closed, she lifts her head and tentatively reaches out with her tongue to caress the head of my cock, slow, wet swirls that make me harden faster. Once wet, she leans forward and takes me completely in her mouth without stopping until her lips press against the base of my cock, tongue swirling around me. She holds me in her mouth for as long as she can before she needs to breath, pulling her head back, opening her mouth wider, so that she can breathe but not removing me from her mouth. Her mouth and tongue then resume their slow assault on my flesh. The sensation is amazing but the vision of her, hands now returned back to her knees, palms up, eyes closed, mouth slipping back and forth across my cock, is intoxicating. She sucks on me as if her very existence, her ability to be, depends on the movement of my body inside hers.

This is a slow teasing. She knows that there is no desire for her to bring me to climax, simply to show me her love and her submission by servicing me and warming me up for later fun. I stand, enjoying the feeling of her magical mouth, reveling in the exchange that is taking place between us with such a limited amount of sound and other contact. Her pace remains slow, sliding up and down the length of my cock, coating it with her saliva, sucking so that her cheeks hollow, her tongue never stopping.

I reach down and wrap my fingers in her hair, holding her head still, and pushing my cock deep into her mouth. She knows to hold still and let me use her. I can smell her excitement, her sex soaking wet between those spread thighs. She wants to touch herself but knows she does not have permission. At least, not yet. As she gags on me, I slowly ease myself from her mouth with a soft pop, saliva dripping down across her chin. She stays still, eyes closed, waiting.

"One," I whisper.

Her breath catches.

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

Her breathing increases, breasts rising and falling, hips grinding as her body's excitement increases. This is his power over her mind and body.

"Six." The volume and force of my voice increase.

"Seven." I pause, watching her reaction. Her composure is slipping.

"Eight." She begins to shake. I count slower.

"Nine." Her breathing increases, almost panting.

I pause, watching her, noting the flush across her chest, the erectness of her nipples. The flush of her cheeks.

"Ten." I say this word with force and volume.

Her body convulses as the orgasm that started in her mind spread out through her body like a bursting sun. Here is when she looses composure, breath raged, gasping, body contorting as she cums without a single touch but the power of my words. My fingers do not leave her hair, holding her head still while the rest of her body moves involuntarily as she rides the waves of spasms, contractions, and firing nerves.

As she comes down from the orgasm I whisper, "That's my good girl."

She murmurs an almost wordless thanks, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure.

"Babygirl, touch yourself. I want you to make yourself cum. I want you to make a puddle on my floor."

She shivers at the command. Her sex is already drooling her excitement from the feeling of me in her mouth, my hand in her hair, the orgasm that I had spoke into her mind and body. One hand reaches down between her thighs, parting her labia while the other tenderly caresses her clit in slow circular motions. I tighten my grip on her hair, directing her head up to face me though her eyes remain closed. Her mouth falls open at the sensations emanating from her sex as her fingers touch her most delicate parts. Her fingers slowly increase in speed, dancing over her clit in the way she knows so well will drive her over the edge. Her fingers dip inside her sopping sex, drawing out moisture to ease the rubbing of her clit. Her breath comes faster, more ragged, nipples throbbing with excitement and painfully hard. She whimpers because she is close.

"Daddy..."

I smile. This is where the fun begins.

"Daddy, please...I am so close..."

I pull on her hair, forcing her to rise slightly from her kneeling position, her fingers never stopping moving. She whimpers again and knows she cannot hold on much longer.

"Open your eyes babygirl, look at me."

Her eyes snap open and bore into mine. The longing, the desire, the edge of losing control sparkle in those beautiful eyes. Her fingers move faster and I can see the strain of her holding back her orgasm until she has permission.

"Do not close your eyes, babygirl. Do not close your eyes, look into mine."

Her breathing catches.

"Daddy...."

I smile and know the moment has arrived. "You may cum, babygirl."

Her eyes burst wide as her orgasm rips through her, her sex exploding in a gush of moisture that streams onto the carpet below her thighs. Her fingers keep moving, eyes locked on mine, as she grinds and convulses through her orgasm. 

"Keep cumming, babygirl. You do not have permission to stop. Cum for Daddy."

The flush of her cheeks and chest grow, her eyes wide, and her body follows my instruction as she cums again, a hot stream of fluid ejaculating from her convulsing sex. The carpet below her is soaked, betraying her excitement and pleasure. Her eyes don't leave mine as her she slides down from the orgasm and quickly escalates into another orgasm. Her fingers are a blur, the wet squishing sounds music to my ears, the sound of her hot, wet gush of cum being splattered across her thighs and the carpet as she continues to assault her sex. Her eyes still do not close though her eyelids flutter and they roll as her body is consumed by the sensations flooding her.

"Good girl."

With a gasp, her hands stop but her body continues to convulse with aftershocks of her orgasms. Her eyes close and she gasps, trying to catch her breath. With my hand still in her hair, I bend down, slide my hand between her thighs and coat myself with her excitement. My fingers move to her mouth and she greedily licks her cum from my fingers, mouth opening to take my fingers in and sucking on them as she sucked my cock. 

I remove my fingers from her mouth and tell her to open her eyes. The look of desire, contentment, happiness, bliss, horniness, surrender all pour from the sparkles in those eyes. I lean my lips to hers and kiss her, tasting her sex on her lips and tongue. She reaches around me and wraps her arms around me, drawing me to her. The kiss breaks and she rests her face against my crotch, hard cock resting on her cheek as she comes down and out of the moment.

"Thank you, Daddy..."

"You are so welcome, babygirl. You are such a good, good girl," I whisper.

It takes her a few moments before she is able to speak again. 

"I love you, Daddy. Welcome home. Please, Daddy, how can I serve you?"



Coming Home



My girlfriend Cassie, is about 5'4", brown hair. With huge tits and great legs, she looks very sexy. I usually get hard whenever we are together.

I had been driving all day, back from Christmas holidays with my family. It was about many hours back to the city, and I was looking very forward to arriving. I had bought an arse dildo a month or so earlier for her, but we hadn't used it yet. We ad been apart for 2 weeks, and during one of our conversations on the phone, she told me she had tried the arse stuffer, and masturbating, I was more excited then ever before.

I arrived home about 7 pm, and although tired, I just wanted her. I walked in the door, and kissed her long and hard on the lips. After a few minutes, my hands roamed her body, feeling all I had missed for nearly 2 weeks. I ran my hand up the side of her breast, then onto her beautiful tits. I squeeze lightly, feeling for her erect nipples.

Being tired, I stop, saying I am going to shower. I took my things to the bedroom to unpack later, however she pushed me to the bed. Looking me in the eye and saying, "Not before I give you some of what you've been missing". Undoing my pants, she pulled them down, leaving me in my jocks. She climbed on top of me, kissing me and grinding her pussy into my cock.

Now, being very hard and horny, I grind back into her. She slid off me, and started to work her hand up and down my hard cock, slowly, while kissing me lightly. After about a minute, she pulled down my jocks, letting my hard cock pop out, twitching with excitement. She then pulled them off, and ran her hand up my leg, cupping and lightly squeezing my balls. I moan a little, and then she started stroking my shaft again.

She leaned over and licked the head of my cock, making me twitch a little. I see her place her lips over my cock and it disappears into her worm mouth. Slowly she works my cock in and out of her mouth, while stroking it with her hand. I feel her tongue flick over the head as she devours the hard shaft again into her mouth. I start to pump slowly, my hand running through her hair, I moan in pleasure and she gives me an awesome head job.

Moving her hand and mouth over my hard cock, I moan with great pleasure as I watch her. "Oh yeah Cass, suck my Cock.... that's it baby, make me cum". She moans and continues to suck my hard cock, feeling my balls tighten, as I get close. She removes her lips from my cock and continuing to stroke saying "I want you to cum, I want you to shoot all of your hot cum in my mouth". Again she swallows my hard cock, sucking and licking, as I get closer to cumming. She says "give it to me, I want to swallow all that hot cum of yours, I want it now". As her lips dive over my cock I scream out I'm cumming and shoot my hot load into her mouth. She continues to suck and pump my cock as I blow my hot load down her throat.

As I stop, she quickly moves up and thrust her mouth on mine, she hadn't swallowed all of my cum, and she let what's left flow into my mouth. We both taste my cum together.

We rest on the bed for a while as I recover from her great work on my cock. After a few minutes I suggest we shower together. We get in the shower and start to kiss immediately, I grab the soap and lather up her body, massaging her big tits in my hands. I move my hands all over her body, wanting to feel every part of her. My cock responds quickly, and her hands again start to stroke me to full hardness.

I turn you around and start massaging and squeezing her tits from behind, and I grind my cock into her butt cheeks. I take her hand and guide it to her pussy, and we both tease her clit and pussy lips, and she moans a little at the sensation. As she rubs her clit I reach under and slide one finger into her wet pussy, kissing her back and neck as I do. While still grinding my cock in between her butt cheeks, I slowly pump my finger in and out of her pussy, she continues to moan at the pleasure we are both giving.

Soon she is moaning more, she looks around and we kiss on the lips, she says to me "Fuck me Mark, stick that hard cock into my wet pussy and fuck me". We kiss again, and I pull her pussy lips apart, and my hard cock slides easily into her sopping wet pussy. I push my cock in a far as it will go, and she moans loudly, "Oh yeah baby, cum on, fuck me good and hard"

I place both hands on her hips and start fucking her with long deep thrusts, going as deep as I can. She continues to play with her clit, and her moans are loud as orgasm approaches. I say, "Come on honey, cum for me, fuck my cock, ride me baby". A few more pumps and she screams out she is cumming as a massive orgasm rocks her. I pump as hard and fast as I can and shoot my load of hot cum deep into her pussy. We both pump and rock slowly as our orgasms subside, until my cock softens and slips out of her.

We clean and kiss each other for a few minutes and get out of the shower. I collapse on the bed in my towel, and she comes in and lies next to me. We rest for a few minutes, until I lean over and kiss her on the lips. We kiss for a few minutes, and I reach down and run my hands up her leg to her thigh. I run my hand up, through her pubic hair, across her stomach and onto her tits. I feel and squeeze them as we kiss, pinching her nipples they harden under my touch. I kiss her neck and shoulders, continuing to feel her body again. Soon I am hard again, and I roll over and peel off her towel. I kiss down her neck and take her nipple into my mouth, flicking and licking it with my tongue.

I look up and you saying "I want to taste you, and me together." I slowly kiss down her stomach, moving my hand down I lightly ran my hand over her already sensitive pussy lips. I move my self so my head is now directly over her pussy, I reach down with both hands and part her pussy lips. I move down and kiss and lightly lick her pussy. I give her clit a long slow lick and she moans with pleasure. I start to work her clit with my tongue, flicking and licking it, she moans again "yeah baby, lick my pussy...that's it...oh yeah".

Her hands move over my head and back as her pussy starts to drip with juices, I move down and taste them, and I can taste my cum from fucking her earlier. As she reaches around to stroke my now hard cock, I insert a finger into her dripping wet pussy and finger fuck her as I lick her clit. Her moans get louder and she moans "Oh yeah..Oh god....oh Mark yeah....make me cum honey....oh yeah, oh fuck" I slide a second finger into her pussy and fuck her with them, speeding up the pumping and licking you cry out "Oh fuck yes!! I'm cumming!!" Her pussy explodes with orgasm.

I move up and kiss her, as we both taste you on my lips and tongue. I straddle her stomach as she starts stroking my cock again. Soon I am ready to cum and I reach down and stroke myself with one hand as I feel her tit with the other. "I'm going to cum on you baby" A few strokes and I blow my cum all over her tits, making me blow more than I thought I could. I get up and grab a towel to wipe her down.

After a minute we lie together and fall asleep in each other arms. My last thought is thinking of fucking her when we wake.



Coming Home Ch. 01



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The perspiration almost immediately soaked through my shirt as I stepped onto the heated tarmac. The heat wave had been unrelenting over the last couple of days. The flight was bumpy and the constant drone of the engines caused me to feel a little fatigued. It was a last minute decision to go home this summer-break, and I mean, last minute. I did not even have a chance to pack a toothbrush. All I had on me was my wallet and drivers license. Dad suddenly called this morning to ask if I can look after Ingrid because, together with Samantha, our stepmother, he had to take care of urgent family-business over the coming two days. In one way, I was reluctant to agree, however, I had not seen Ingrid for almost a year now. 

Since our mother passed away, I avoided going home, busying myself with my studies, and whatever other excuse I brewed up. Whenever the guilt got hold of me, I would phone home and spent hours talking to Ingrid. Ingrid found her own solace by indulging in bad eating habits, hence her somewhat plumb body, accentuated by her short posture. Well, that was about a year ago. 

I was completely stunned as I entered the arrival lounge. The familiar jubilant cries of a petite and slender looking beauty met me, her hair cut into a neat shoulder-length bob. 

“Shaun!” she shouted as she ran towards me, “God, I missed you so much!” The tears ran freely down her face as she flung herself unashamedly into my arms, almost toppling us over.

“How’s my Chubby-cheeks,” I greeted, calling her by the name I had given her the last time I saw her. 

Clicking her tongue with indignation, she pulled away and punched my shoulder playfully, “Hey, cheeky, I am not fat anymore!” 

“I can definitely see that,” I stepped away and scanned her slowly from top to bottom, “you sure have turned into a sexy little crumpet. Did you go on a hunger-strike?”

“Yeah, something like that…where’s your luggage?” she asked quickly as her face turned crimson.

“I don’t have any, no time to pack. I will have to use your toothbrush,” I said and headed for the exit with my arm around her shoulders.

Stabbing my stomach with her finger, she said teasingly, “Don’t worry, I am sure I can find some of my stuff that’ll fit you just fine.”

During our fifteen-minute drive home, we spoke mainly of school, studies, and our future. On arrival, Ingrid fetched a couple of cold Bud’s and sat down next to me with her shapely legs stretching languidly out of a pair of yellow, tight-fitting shorts. ‘How she has shaped up,’ I thought silently. Her small, yet rounded breasts pushed angrily at the tight fitting shirt. I tried to ignore the heated pressure stirring somewhere in my nether regions. ‘If you weren’t my sister…’ 

“So,” she drew me back to reality, “how is your social life?”

“Ha,” I croaked, “absolutely non-existent. I am too busy studying, I’m afraid. What about you?”

“Nothing much, just fighting to maintain my maiden-hood. Too much testosterone floating around school,” she said with a wink, “Since I’ve lost weight, every prick-carrying pimpled-face idiot has been chasing after me. I wasn’t good enough when I was overweight. Samantha warned me this will happen.

“So the two of you get along?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure we do. Obviously, I was jealous in the beginning and acted like a real bitch. She was patient and finally we clicked and became very good friend.

Ingrid started to fill me in on how Samantha supported her, how she helped her cope with her weight problem, and most importantly, how to overcome it. She made her look inside herself, helping her to discover her inner beauty. For Ingrid it was great. She could share her thoughts and feeling with Samantha and get advice on just about anything. 

As far as Dad was concerned, he was ecstatic. No longer did he have to carry the burden of playing ‘mother’. Ingrid explained how lonely and scared she felt in the beginning. She lacked concentration in her schoolwork; she couldn’t sleep with the lights off and mostly cried herself to sleep. Dad tried to comfort her, even allowing her to sleep next to him in bed. Often Ingrid will wake-up and find herself clinging to him, having her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around him, that she could feel herself covered with sweat, plagued by this strange feeling of dark desires flowing through her young awakening body.

Once, during a very hot and humid summer night, she decided to sleep in just a pair of panties and a half cropped t-shirt. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary as it didn’t really matter whether dad saw her naked or not. She never thought anything sinister about seeing dad in only his boxer shorts. Later that night, she woke up and found herself with her arms across his chest and her one leg wrapped around his. The sensation brought forth of his muscular thigh pressing against her crotch, sent a tingling sensation through her body. She sensed her nipples were achingly hard and sensitive, somehow connected to the glowing sensation between her legs.

At first, she couldn’t understand it, even though she felt mixed emotions ranging from fear, excitement and guilt. Still she did not want to let go. She felt the sensation increased whenever she pushed her crotch against his thigh. She hesitantly slid her one hand into her shirt and touched her erect nipple with the tip of her finger, pushing it from side to side. The more she did that, the more the heat she felt growing in her crotch. She wanted more, she wanted to rub herself against her dad’s muscular thigh, and she wanted to feel the friction of his flesh against her flesh.

She felt him stir and heard a grumbling. Too nervous to continue, she turned onto her back, replacing dad’s thigh with her hand. First over her panty, she dipped her fingers between her legs, feeling the dampness, which she couldn’t understand where it came from. She slid her hand through her waistband and pried the silky cloth from her slit. At first, she hesitated, and then she started to explore herself, feeling her fluids spreading more and more around her lips. Her fingers worked by themselves, spreading her pussy lips apart, stroking herself gently. She started manipulating her stiff pebbles, rolling and squeezing them painfully. It wasn’t until her fingers found a tiny little nub, when she felt a thousand electrifying ripples shooting through her body. Her breathing was ragged; her hips were pushing upwards until her whole body shook uncontrollably. ‘Wow, this was her first ever orgasm!’ she thought proudly. 

She knew she had come across something new, a new discovery that she just had to explore further. Sleeping next to dad became less frequent, allowing her to indulge in her newfound pleasure. She didn’t care whether it was bad or not. What mattered was that it was her little secret. Ingrid decided to educate herself by surfing the websites. God, and was she surprised and shocked. She had so many questions to ask, but to whom, dad? Never, she didn’t have the guts to ask such intimate questions! How can she ask why a woman would want a penis in her vagina, her mouth, and even her bottom? 

Her solution came when dad introduced her to Samantha. Samantha had been divorced for five years. She was very beautiful with her long, wild red hair and green eyes. At the age of 30, her body was strong, firm, and as supple as that of a young teenager. She had a great laugh and very warm personality. It only took Ingrid a couple of weeks to confide in her, to feel that she could trust her as she would a mother. Samantha explained it all to her and kept on reminding her that there is nothing wrong having these feelings.

She made sure Ingrid understood that indulging in any form of sexual pleasure was accepted as long as it didn’t hurt anyone. She also told her that it would be better to wait for the right person of her choice, someone that she could trust and that that person will not use and abuse her later in life. The last thing that she would want, Ingrid, is getting a bad reputation by a bunch of idiots with little or no knowledge about sex or sexuality. 

Samantha helped her to understand her body; she helped her to loose weight by following a sensible diet regime. Once, they even got naked in the bathroom where they examined each other from a distance. Ingrid never followed up on it, but Samantha offered to ‘help’ her out if she needed something more than just her own hand. Ingrid now knew where she could find a vibrator if ever the need for one was demanded. 

“My goodness Ingrid, I never would have guessed that you became so…educated. This was far more details I expected, but thanks for trusting me. It really means a lot to me.” I caught Ingrid staring at my crotch and realized that I sat there with a huge hard-on. I quickly tried to cover it by resting my hands with the Bud on top of it. 

Ingrid scuffled her feet uncomfortably, “Well, I only told you because I trust you. I’ll run your bath water for you. You are probably dead tired by now. I have some stuff that might fit you. All your old stuff had been donated to charity, I’m afraid.” 

Before I could comment, she stood up and made her way to the bathroom. I stared in awe as she skipped across the room towards the hall.

“And don’t stare at my ass,” she shouted back.

I felt my own face flushing bright red. ‘God, you have turned into a damn pervert’, I scolded myself. I downed the beer and fetched another one. After a couple of minutes, Ingrid returned with a toothbrush and large terrycloth towel in her hands.

“These are for you. I will put your clothes in the washing machine later. I also found one of your old football shirts, which should still fit you. I know you don’t sleep naked, so I have left you a pair of my old pants. Unfortunately, dad doesn’t have any clean boxers in his drawers.” 

I am almost sure I saw a devilish glint in her eyes. I felt myself burning up all over again as a long-time-ago-incident flashed before my eyes. A couple of years ago, Ingrid caught me red-handed in the bathroom with one of her panties stuck to my face. As much as I pleaded with her not to tell anyone, she still ran her mouth off in the presence of both our parents. For that, I received a two-hour lecture about the birds and the bees as seen through the eyes of an adult. Ingrid taunted me about that for years to come and always tried to find out why we find the smell of a woman so appealing. 

“Come on Shaun, your bath is ready,” she interrupted me. 

“Thanks Sis, I’ve been looking forward to it,” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I quickly got undressed and sank into the steaming hot water. I noted there was enough foam to extinguish a house-fire. Nicely folded on the toilet seat, was an old college shirt. On top of it, laid what seemed to be a pair of red silk panties. 

A knock on the door alerted me to Ingrid’s presence, “Cover up, Shaun- mind if I come in? I want your clothes.”

“Sure Ingrid, just remove my wallet. Thanks very much, I owe you.”

“Anything for my brother,” she said coyly and picked up my clothes. Her next action almost caused my eyes to pop out as she took hold of my bikini-type underwear and held them over her nose.

“Ah,” she said with a deep breath, “now we are even.” She started to laugh uncontrollably at my bemused expression, holding her stomach and sliding to the floor. “Your face…you should see your face! Shaun, you look so funny!”

“It’s okay, make fun of a man which is incapacitated,” I scowled and sunk sulkily deeper into the water.

“I’m…teasing you, she continued giggling. 

“I know, and when I get out of here, it will be the end of you,” I warned and splashed her with water.

“Okay, stop it. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Here, let me wash your back.” 

I sat forward, ensuring that enough foam was covering my slow expanding member, “That’ll be great, Ingrid. Just maybe I will forgive you.”

She picked up a sponge and coated it with some shower gel. “Oh-no, please, I was almost looking forward to it,” she said teasingly as she started to scrub from the neck down to my butt, “I really missed you over the last year. I miss the fun we used to have.” 

Ingrid washed gently across my back and under my arms and gently, sending a light shiver through my body. “I know, me too sis, I often used to think about it.”

She pushed lightly against my shoulder, motioning me to lay back. Applying more soapy liquid to the sponge, she carefully washed my face and neck. For some reason, it became quiet, only the gentle sound of dripping water was audible. I battled to keep my eyes opened because of the soap, but managed to peak towards my crotch. The amount of foam had dispersed quite rapidly and a faint hint of swollen flesh was visible. Before I could do anything, I felt Ingrid’s hand moving in light circles across my chest, eliciting further excited signals to my crotch. Was she deliberately playing with me?

Slowly and in light circles, she brushed the sponge across my nipples. I felt a familiar stirring between my legs. I prayed silently that there was enough foam to keep me covered.

“Even as your sister I must admit, you really have such a nice body,” her voice sounded unevenly while she continued to slide the sponge lower and lower.

“Thanks Ingrid, I try to work-out as much as possible,” I croaked. Her hand inched closer and closer towards my crotch, each time, stopping just short of a full-blown erection lying snugly against my stomach.

I sighed with relieve when she took hold of one of my arms, continuing her task. This never happened before. In the past, we might have caught a glimpse every so often, wearing either only our underwear or a flash of naked flesh when one of us were in the bathroom, but it never mattered that much. Never had we ever been so close, so intimate with each other. 

Somehow, it felt so normal, although, I felt mixed feelings of guilt and perverted pleasure, enjoying every second of this situation. I managed to open my eyes slowly. Ingrid had to bend down quite low from where she was standing which caused her breasts to dangle freely. I caught a glimpse of her rounded, milky-white breasts, straining against the thin material. The unmistaken sign of two little peaks were fully visible through her shirt. 

“Stop staring at my tits,” she scolded without stopping.

“There is nothing wrong in admiring you, Ingrid. You really have developed into a beautiful woman.” 

“You are doing more than just ‘admiring’ me,” she said and motioned with her head towards my crotch. 

“Oops, sorry, I didn’t realize,” I quickly covered my erection with both hands. Her flushed face was so close to mine. I could smell the shampoo in her hair as she busied herself with my other arm. 

The tip of her pink tongue ran nervously across her dry lips, “No hassle ‘bro’, it is not the first time I’ve seen one. They all look the same anyway. Yours is just…,” she stood back slightly and removed my hands, “slightly bigger,” and continued washing.

“What!” I almost shouted, “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve had sex before?”

“No, that’s not what I am saying,” she answered indignantly. “I have seen some in books and once in a video. Oh, and I have seen dad’s.”

“When…what?” I stuttered.

“Relax, just something that happened sometime ago. I’ll tell you later, but it might be too shocking for you. Anyway, I am finished now. You can do the rest.” Ingrid hurriedly scurried out of the bathroom.

‘Fuck! What’s been going on here while I’ve been gone?’ I quickly completed my bath and pulled the plug. Once I dried off, I pulled the shirt over my head and was glad it reached at least mid-thigh. Habitually, I sniffed Ingrid’s panty and pulled them on. ‘Mm, not a bad fit, she has lost a lot of weight.’ I found Ingrid in the kitchen busy to make a light meal. The washing machine hummed rhythmically in the background.

“Can you tell me now what happened, Ingrid?” I prodded.

Ingrid avoided eye contact at first, and then she started speaking softly, “Shaun, it’s not what you think it is. Dad doesn’t even know. I told you it was by pure accident only, so don’t worry. If you eat up, I will tell you the full story later. Come-on, sit down.”

“Why not now,” I kept prodding.

“I’m too shy and you might think I am a sick bitch.”

“Now that sounds interesting. Okay, I’ll let it go, but you promise to tell me later?”

I promise,” she made a cross on her chest.

I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. Ingrid was still busy in the bathroom when I made my way to my old room and flopped on the bed. It felt as if I have just dozed off when I heard my name called in the distant.

“Shaun, are you sleeping?” Ingrid asked softly.

I opened my eyes slightly, keeping them screwed to avoid the bright glow of the bedside lamp. “No, not yet,” I lied, “but almost.” My eyes adjusted to the light and I looked over towards Ingrid approaching the bed. I stared in wonder at her shapely figure, covered by a powder-blue night-slip. Two thin shoulder straps held the slip up, clinging sensuously against her body and hung halfway to her thighs. With each stride, I could see the outline of her panty and the prominent bulge of her mound. The gentle sway of her firm apple-sized breasts with their pee-sized nipples was not to be missed either. 

“I’m sorry if I woke you up. I know you’re tired, but I am so happy you’re back. I couldn’t sleep.” 

I shifted so that Ingrid could sit next to me. “I understand, sis, I am not that tired, besides, I still want to hear about your previous escapades.”

She laughed, “Oh yes, but how does my panty fit you?”

“Fine thanks,” I said.

“May I take a look?” A smile spread across her face.

“Sure, if you want to so badly,” I tried to sound nonchalantly. 

She suddenly straddled my thighs and drew the hem of my shirt up to my waist. “Mm, it fits you better than me. You look a lot sexier in it.” 

Absentmindedly, she touched the material stretched across my pelvis. Her eyes were fixated on the shape of my penis etched clearly underneath the shiny material. Still, she kept on stroking, licking her dry lips rapidly. A voice screamed loudly in my ears. She acted so differently since the last time I came home. One part of me said no, the other, yelled ‘excitement and danger’. Deep inside I knew everything that have happened so far, had been beyond normal. I knew it would be a waste of time to debate whether I should ride it out or not. I knew which alley I wanted to choose.

“So, are you going to tell me now?” I asked trying hard to ignore the effect her fingertips has on my body. 

“Yeah,” she said distantly, “but, promise me you won’t think badly of me?”

“Hell no, I promise,” I crossed my chest.

Still she kept on stroking, dragging her nails lightly across the softness next to my pelvic bone. I felt a surge of electricity flowing through me. My heart pounded, as she got closer to my slow expanding cock, barely a hairbreadth away.

“Well, it was another one of those nights I found difficulty in sleeping. I needed to feel warm and safe. I felt scared and alone, so I crept into bed with dad again. Anyway, I wore almost exactly, what I have on now. Dad wore his normal boxers. He said he enjoyed the freedom they gave him…”

“Can I see what you’ve got on?” I asked softly.

Ingrid hesitated for a moment, but continued to lift the hem of her slip up to her waist. She resumed her feather-light stroking around my hardened cock. I stared with excitement across my bulging manhood at her matching powder-blue panties. As if it was the most natural thing to do, I reached out and touched her, feeling the smoothness of the material. Just how far we were prepared to go, I didn’t know. I saw her shiver slightly and noticed the goose bumps that formed on her thighs. 




Coming Home Ch. 01



Six years. 312 weeks. 2184 days. Too long. At least, that's what Laura thought. It had been six years since Sam had gone off to war and he was finally coming home today. Sam--the only love and lover she'd ever known. Already she could feel her love and passion flowing for him, eager to greet him and let him feel how much she'd missed him...and how grateful she was to have him home. 

For Sam, the wait had been just as tortuous. To the mockery of all his battalion, he'd stayed faithful to Laura--not an easy thing to do when you're at war for so long. He craved her companionship, her smile...her body. He knew that their reunion would be a moment they'd never forget.

It took 17 hours since he'd landed to be fully debriefed and finally head for Laura's house. If it had taken a minute longer, he was sure he'd have exploded. Finally, the cab was dropping him off at his house and he strode up the path to their door, ready to reclaim what was, and always would be, his. 

Without knocking, Sam rushed in the door, only to find Laura already standing there, waiting for him in nothing but a soft, yellow sundress...his favorite. Instantly, he took her into his arms, kissing her lips softly, deeply, hungrily. His tongue traced the sweet edges of her lips, tasting their want, before it slipped between them to find her own tongue. His hands caressed up and down her back, pulling her into him, reaching down to cup her buttocks and press her against his desire.

Tenderly, Sam slid his hand up to caress the face he's loved since he first saw it, feeling Laura's kiss intensify with her love. Knowing that her need was as strong as his, Sam's hand slid back down, gliding over Laura's firm, swollen breast, teasing her hardening nipples between his fingertips. 

Laura moaned deeply into Sam's mouth, wanting him, needing him, loving him. With his other hand, Sam slid his fingers through Laura's lustrous auburn hair. As he caressed her tender locks, his lips grazed across her cheeks, moving over to tease her ear with his tongue, the running it slowly down her neck, softly kissing that special spot on her shoulder, sucking it gently as his lips continued to move down her body.

Every movement Sam made simply made Laura whimper all the more. She had dreamed of this homecoming for so long, but never did she expect it to be this hot. Laura's pulse raced as she could feel Sam's excitement growing against her. She pressed her hips tighter against his, wanting to feel his passion completely, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she did.

As Sam felt Laura steadily grinding herself against him, he slid his hands down her dress, teasing her body along the way. Sam grabbed the hem and slowly pulled the dress up over Laura's head-the only reason either one would accept for breaking contact. As Sam pulled Laura's dress the rest of the way off, he gasped in delight.

Laura knew that Sam would be pleased, and surprised, when he undressed her. Normally, Laura was very prudish, choosing sensible underwear except on the rarest of occasions. Today, however, she had chosen to wear none. Giggling at Sam's obvious approval, Laura twirled slowly around, letting Sam drink in her beautiful, naked body with his eyes.

Soon enough though, the rest of Sam wanted to savor the treat his eyes were already getting. Sam hungrily pulled Laura to him once more, kissing her with pure animal passion. As Sam's hands slid up to cup her full, heaving breasts, Laura arched her back, pushing them even tighter into his grip. His fingers began squeezing Laura's swollen nipples gently, lightly pinching them between his fingertips. Laura's moans indicated her approval.

Not willing to be just passive participants, Laura's hands began demonstrating her lust and need for Sam. Reaching between them, Laura groped for Sam's manhood. Even through his uniform, she could feel the heat building there and just touching it that little bit made her ache to have it inside of her.

Feeling Laura's touch, Sam abandoned her breasts to explore deeper treasures. As his hand slid down her firm, athletic body, he could feel the heat radiating from her sex. He passed over it at first, teasing her as his hands glided over and past her moist need, instead going to caress her smooth inner thighs. Sam ran his hands slowly up and down this tender passage, getting closer and closer to the gate to her ecstasy, but not yet entering.

As Laura whimpered with desire, Sam gave in. Sliding his hand just an inch higher, he let his fingers trace slowly around the moist edges of her womanhood, feeling her open herself to him with each caress.

Laura was crazy with lust. As Sam continued teasing her wetness, she reached down and ripped his belt apart. Her hands took over where her mind could not, as they undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxers down to his ankles. With its new-found freedom, Sam's staff came fully to life. 

Laura gripped his thick beast as she leaned back onto the floor, pulling Sam down with her and guiding him inside. Sam's body moved with hers as only those of long-time lovers can. As he lay hovering over his beloved, Sam leaned in for their most passionate kiss yet, their mouths meeting in burning desire as their bodies melted into one.

To be continued...



Coming Home Ch. 01



I am Jack. I came home from college during a week long break and I saw something that changed my life. 

I wasn't supposed to be here on Friday evening, I was supposed to take a bus on Saturday morning and reach home mid-afternoon. But I friend who was going my way offered me lift till the highway stop just ten kilometers from my town and I hopped in to his jalopy. It was a fast ride, it was just after nine when I reached home, I had my own key still from the old days when I lived here I opened the door and went in. 

I saw that the living room lights were off, an indication that either there was no one home or already in bed. It seemed a tad early to be in bed for a Friday night so I guessed there was no one home. I walked up the stairs, my duffel bag in hand and passed my mother's room. The door was slightly open, as I walked to my room a couple of doors away I heard a moan and in unmistakably my mother's voice. "Oh Liza I am coming, baby, oh yes!"

Liza was my eighteen year old kid sister. But the sentence seemed so incongruous that I first though I heard it wrong, even if I heard it at all. I tip toed to the door and peeped in. There was a sight made for horny nineteen year olds. My mother was spread-eagled her legs apart and knees up and naked. My sister, her butt raised up alluringly, her head buried in my mother's pussy was lapping away. I could even see the half open lips of the cleanly shaved pussy of my sister.

I don't have to mention it but I had a raging hardon by now. I decided that if the two could do it together, they would mind a third joining in. Obviously incest was not a taboo to my family. I knocked at the door. Liza jumped from her pussy licking and tried to hunt for cover to hide herself and her rather beautiful melons from my prying eyes.

My mother was paralyzed in shock. I looked at the place that had been previously hidden by my sister's head. A beautiful, bald pussy, all wet and the clitoris standing tall. 

"Well, well, well." I said sitting on the edge of bed. My sister had found a pillow and was holding it hugging to herself. I reached forward and pulled it from her. "There is no need for shyness now, is there. How long has this been going on?"

My mother at last found her voice and movement. She got up into a reclining position and still not trying to hide anything or even bring her legs together. 

"It had to happen, don't you think? We wanted you to be a part of it, but were afraid to ask."

"Afraid to ask? Why afraid to ask a horny teenager who has gone to bed after imagining you and shagging off? But since it is out in the open what do you want to do with this horny son and brother?"

"What do you want, big bro?" My sister piped in.

"Now that is a good question Liz. I want you to go back to what you were doing and let me decide. I liked what I saw in that position." I grinned at her.

"Come on." I said seeing her hesitate. She went back to her licking mom's pussy. I sat there and held one of mom's huge tits and Liza's one tight one. One felt like a water balloon and the other like a ripe mango.

I noticed now that Liza had a nice design tattooed on her lower back. I removed my shirt and had my mothers palm running over my chest and hardening my nipples. I ripped my pants off and removed my boxers. Liza came up from mom's pussy to look. Her eyebrows raised appreciatively at what she saw. I took her one hand and placed it on my throbbing cock and let out a grunt as the feeling of her palm made me horny. 

"You like it sis?" I whispered hoarsely. She nodded. "I want it in you tight pussy, sis. Is your pussy tight or have been fucking around a lot lately? Don't tell me, I want to find out for myself." I climbed behind her and ran my hand over her crotch, it was soppy wet. I spread the lips and slid a finger in, it was hot and steamy and even for my finger damned tight.

I was in for some nice tight snatch here. I had been fucking around at the college too. I was good looking and my seven and a half inch and thick dick made me quite popular. Even a gay fella asked me if I would let him suck my dick and hammer his ass. I said sure just out of curiosity and even though had a pretty goo fun I knew men were not my type.

I like the look of a female ass better, I like to feel to nice tits with my hands. I was, certainly, a heterosexual. I aimed my cock at Liza's pussy and slowly slid in. The pussy resisted and then engulfed me like a glove. I slid in into her till the hilt and stopped to momentarily enjoy the feeling of a throbbing cock dance with a throbbing pussy. I leaned over and looked at mom in eyes. "Hey mom, like what you see, you son's cock is buried deep inside your daughter's cunt. And it feels great mom. The best pussy in the world."

The two girls moaned in unison. I started to fuck my sister. Slowly building her up to a rhythm and going faster and faster then slowing down to calm her and myself down. I last a long time. Well at least that's what some of the girls have told me. So measured once and decided to see how long I could fuck a girl without coming. I timed myself to two hours twenty eight minutes. That was a exceptional effort of course, but normally an hour is the case. 

Hardly half an hour had passed, Liza had come several time and fell onto mom limp, blacking out with her final climax. I shoved her aside and told mom to ready herself. I plunged into the hole I had come into this world from. Her legs up against my chest, her huge tits jiggling. She was almost as tight as Liza and more spongier and wetter. I hammered away in pure delight. She came several time and I was getting near exploding too. I had different thoughts. 

"Mommy darling, I love you very much and want to come inside you a thousand times, but right now I want to leave my seed in Liza. It has been a fantasy for me filling her pussy up. You don't mind do you?" I reached forward and kissed her.

Liza was now on her back watching us. As I came out of my mom, my cock thicker than before, slick with all the juice, she spread her legs for me. I into her. In the missionary position, leaning forward to kiss her. Little peck lead to wet French kisses. Her moaning into my mouth was terribly erotic. 

"Oh yeah baby, Liza, my little sister, you like fucking your brother don't you? Oh my tight little sister."

"Oh Jack, I wanted this for so long. Mom and I used dildos pretending it was you. Oh fuck me brother, oh you are making me come, oh god!"

I was hammering into her like crazy. And then the moment came. "I am coming sister, Liza, Liz, Liz..." I almost screamed her name and shot my load. My sister wracked by another stronger orgasm first arched then hugged me digging her nails in into my back and her teeth into my shoulder. We both shook and the bodies rocked as a wave after wave of pleasure spread through our bodies. My cock, it seemed would not stop jerking, trying to spew all into Liza.

At last when things had subsided Liza said softly. "Thanks bro, that was the best fuck in my life."

I noticed mom had slowly slipped downwards and was gently licking the slick off my cock. This was sure to get me going again and it did. Soon I was my top size and watched her as she expertly took the whole thing into her mouth and tongue massaged the underside of my cock into new glorious pleasures I did not know existed.

I was time to fuck my old lady. I call her old lady but she was just thirty eight, and even though my father died when I was seven he had left us with plenty of money. She kept fit by exercising often, swimming everyday in the pool at the back of our house and was quite pretty. I have often been thought to be her brother when we went out, with makeup on and tight jeans and T-shirt she could pass off for a thirty year old. But the fact was she was my old lady, horny as hell and sucking my cock.

I reached out and took her face in my palms and brought her up gently. We kissed, as the kisses grew in passion I could feel her hips moving involuntarily against mine. "Rise up and take it Mom. feel the thick cock you created inside you. Feel the hot lava drip into you."

"Oh yeah, yeah yeah son."

She rose and holding my cock with one hand guided it into her soaking pussy and sank on it. Then she bobbed up and down. Her hands went to her hair, playing with it in lascivious manner, a slut being fucked by her own son and enjoying it. She tired soon of all the hard, I was rested enough to go the last mile hard for her. I turned her around, holding her legs by the knees and spreading them apart as I entered her again and began to slow fuck her building her up for the fast crazy fifteen minute long nonstop action. Liza came over and began kissing her. Then moved down to suckle at mom's breasts. I kneaded Liza's breasts as I fucked mom.

Then Liza came behind me, licking my ass and back, leaving a trail of wet kisses. I began to fuck harder and faster, each thrust shaking mom off her place, soon I was going so fast in and out that Liza had to move away and just watch. Mom was delirious and drooling and screaming just one word over and over again. Fuck.

And I obeyed her and fucked her. I felt her body shudder and her head thrash from side to side and I shot my load into her. Her body hook and I fell on to her lips, my beautiful mother was mine. All mine. 

Later when we had the strength to get up and go into the kitchen all naked still, both the girls with thighs dripping with my semen, she told me that she had never been fucked as good before. My sister agreed with her.

"But don't you forget girls," I said after a long swig from the beer can, "the night is not over yet. I am still good for a couple more times."

"Oh the beauty of youth. I think I am done in. You take your sister and fuck her all night long if you want to... I am sure she can match you every step of the way."

"That is a generous offer mom, thanks." Liza grinned.

"I need a good bath first, so Liza come, we start our night together with a mutual wash."

Later in bed with Liza, we spoke of the passion each had felt for the other as we grew up. She would regularly finger fuck herself and sometime peeked into my room and saw me beat my meat. We made a slow passionate love. Thrice before we were so pooped that I fell asleep, the last of my semen flooded into her pussy and my cock still lodged into her as I spooned her.

She told me that she and mom had started about six months ago when she came back after a date feeling all lousy, thinking she was frigid. The boyfriend who had mad love to her had had a good time but she had felt nothing. Even the throbbing cock inside her was just beginning to make her feel good that it came to an end. She came home in tear and threw herself on the couch crying. Mom saw her and coaxed the reason for the tears and explained to her that it was her boyfriend who was at fault. He should have taken care to please her first.

Well, just to allay her fears, nothing else, she told Liza that she would pleasure her and she could then see for herself what the truth was. She asked her to go take a shower and lie in bed. Later mom came into her room, slowly undressed herself and undressed Liza crooning softly to her, kissing her nipples and playing with her pussy. Liza was feeling excited and tingly, then she felt her mother's lips and tongue on her pussy, she felt lights flash in her head as mom started sucking her clitoris. But that was not all.

Mom took out a life size cock from the bag and started thrusting it in and out of her pussy. Liza was mad with orgasm, her first ever and later she thanked mom and asked her if she needed the favor returned. She was very grateful and wanted to do anything to show the gratitude. They made love again that night. Then a couple of nights later, naked and lonely she tip toed into mom's room and slipped into bed with her. Her fingers found moms clitoris and it became a regular habit. One or the other would walk into the bed and start the fun.

"And then you came like a gift of heaven today Jack. I was mad with lust and today I was the most satiated slut in the whole world. Your slut forever brother."



Coming Home Ch. 01



Paul pulled his car into the driveway and brought it to a halt. Stepping out of the car and slamming the door, he made his way to the front door and rang the bell. There was a pause. He could hear movement from within. Someone was coming. The door opened and there was his mother. She looked in good health, and she smiled, obviously pleased to see him. After all, it had been several months. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Lovely to see you Paul. Come in. I have a visitor."

She led the way in through the hall and to the living room. As they entered, her guest stood up. He was tall, slim, well built and clean-shaven, perhaps in his late 40s.

"This is John," said his mother. 

"So this is your son," said John. "He's a fine looking man, ready to go. How do you do."

They shook hands. Paul glanced up at John's smiling face. He smiled back, to be polite. He felt the strength of John's handshake as they finished their pleasantries.

"John lives a few minutes away," said his mother. "He's been so kind recently, dropping by to see how I am and if I need anything at all. He's been a good friend."

"Actually I was just leaving," said John, getting up. "I'll see myself out. See you both again soon." With that, John strode for the front door and made his exit. 

Paul took a seat. His mother did too.

"Glad to see you're settling in here," he said. "With Dad not being around any more, and you moving to a totally new area, I was worried that you might be lonely."

Paul's mother gave him a slightly sad look.

"Well, it has been lonely. Both the days and the nights, I still feel an emptiness inside."

Paul had been lonely too, though he decided not to mention it. He was 25, and had just split from his girlfriend. He missed the companionship, and the sex. He managed to keep fit though and was in good shape, at 6'1, slim and toned. Still, here he was, visiting his mother, and he was here to help.

He had to admit that his mother looked good for her age. She was 45, about 5'7, with long dark hair and a shapely figure. She didn't work out, but obviously she didn't need to. There were few wrinkles on her face and her stomach was beautifully flat. A pair of long, curvy legs completed the picture. But she didn't dress to show it all off, just modestly. She clearly wasn't trying to attract any new men into the picture.

After a quick bite to eat, Paul settled in. He had come to stay for a long weekend, and his mother showed him the spare room, so he could unpack. Then he set to work around the house, attending to any things that needed fixing, while his mother started to prepare the evening meal in the kitchen. He decided to hang a few pictures and went to the garage to find a hammer. 

Now it had been some time since Paul had had sex, and a few days since he had jerked himself off. As it was, he was feeling quite horny and even while he made his way downstairs to get the tools he needed, he could feel his priorities shifting. He clearly wasn't going to find much sex in this sleepy village his mother lived in, so he thought about where he could go for some privacy. He could feel his cock and balls beginning to heat up under his trousers.

The garage seemed far enough away from the kitchen and his mother had left him to it, so he felt pretty safe. Shutting the door, he fumbled for his belt and quickly undid it. The buttons and zip followed, and he let his trousers slide down his legs to the floor. His underwear came next, releasing his now hardening cock to be exposed to the cool air. With one hand, he began to stroke his tool back and forth. It continued to harden, until it was standing, a fully erect 7 inches. He quickened his pace.

"Mmmm," he groaned, as he felt the pleasure building in his groin, and his balls begin to tingle. 

Then he stopped stroking for a minute, and looked around. He needed something more to add to the pleasure. Spotting the handle of a hammer, long, smooth, and not too thick, he grabbed the tool from the shelf above his head. He knew to be careful, but he thought that what he had in mind would be pretty safe. Paul brought his other hand to his mouth and spat a thick gob of saliva onto his fingers. He reached down and around behind his back until his slimy fingers found his puckered asshole. Rubbing them gently around, he groaned again, continuing to lube himself up. Then he gently slid one finger inside himself. It felt good. He slid it out again. Then in and out, a few more times. A second finger went in the next time, and he noticed his anus loosening a touch. Two of his fingers explored around inside his rectum, gently stretching his hole. Then he pushed a third finger in. This felt tighter, but there was still no pain. He held the three fingers inside for a little while, getting used to the sensation. Then with a slight pop, he pulled them out. Feeling around his loosened hole, he could tell that he was ready.

Grasping the shaft of the hammer, he brought the end to his enlarged asshole, and pushed it slowly inside, relaxing his butt as much as he could. There was still no pain. He had prepared himself well. It went in so far, and then he felt it go no further. That was ok. He pulled it slowly out again, until the tip rested against his butthole. He pushed back in. 

"Oh yeaaaah."

Paul closed his eyes as the sensations of fucking himself in the asshole began to get to him. He continued in a slow, steady rhythm, sliding the smooth shaft in and out of his backside. With his free hand, he reached around and grabbed his rock-hard shaft, and continued where he had left off.

"Unnngh. Ohhh. Yesss."

He thought he needed to try and get more of the shaft inside him. After all, he knew what he was doing. He bent forward, so that his butt was sticking out behind him. Easing it slowly once more, he took the shaft deeper inside him, then back out again. In and out, over and over, at just the right pace and rhythm.

All of a sudden, he felt the shaft stop. Someone had grabbed it further up. Who was it? He had heard no-one come in. He had played it so safe.

"You dirty boy."

Paul froze with shock. It was his mother's voice. His knees felt weak, and he grabbed a shelf next to him, almost falling. His until now hard cock began to shrivel.

What happened next shocked him even more. The shaft, which was about half way out of him, slid back in, until it could go no further. 

"You want to be ass-fucked?"

He didn't have time to answer. His mother pulled the shaft quickly out, then slid it back in again. It was clear that she wasn't expecting an answer. She increased the rhythm, but she wasn't rough with it. Out and in, out and in.

Paul's thoughts were confused and racing. But his body wasn't arguing with the fucking he was receiving. His cock began to harden again, and he felt that familiar tingle in his balls.

"My little boy loves it, don't you?" she cried as she continued sliding that long shaft in and out of him.

He couldn't help but groan.

"Unnngh, unngh, unnnngggh."

"I bet you'd like something else."

This was all so forbidden. His mind had got that far by now, in between responding to the bursts of pleasure that were pulsing from his anus, groin and cock, all throughout his body. My god, thought Paul, this is all so wrong. 

"Noooo," he whimpered. His conscience had to count for something. But the lust sweeping through him was far more powerful.

Holding the shaft still inside him for a moment, his mother swung round in front of him and kneeled on the floor. Grabbing the shaft of his stiff and throbbing cock in her free hand, she fed the bulging head into her mouth. Paul gasped.

"Ghaaaaaggh."

Running her tongue around the tip of his shaft for a moment, she then paused and withdrew.

"It's been so long since I had a delicious cockhead to taste," she said, almost to herself, for she was by now almost lost to the pleasures of the situation. 

She dived back in, this time engulfing several inches of his shaft with her hot, wet mouth. Moving her head back and forth, she began to give him the most divine blowjob. 

Paul's mother hadn't forgotten her other duties however. With one hand still on the shaft of the hammer, she began to slide it back in and out of his tight asshole, even as her head bobbed up and down on his warm manmeat.

Paul was by now almost delirious. How could it be? His own mother giving him the most delicious pleasure, in the most dirty way. Her mouth felt so good on his cock, and the ass-fucking he was getting only added to the sensations. He was not going to hold on for much longer.

"Ohhhh, I think I'm going to..." 

She sucked harder, sliding her head up and down his shaft even faster. Paul could hear the sound of the handle squelching in and out of his ass. His balls began to tighten.

"Ohhh, godddd. Fuck, yessss." 

Paul cried out in ecstasy as the cum started to burst up his cock. His mother kept her mouth firmly clamped around him, milking him with one hand as he climaxed hard. His warm juice spurted into her hungry mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gulped it down eagerly as Paul's groin continued to spasm. At the same time, his ass tightened rhythmically around the shaft that was penetrating it. Even as she was sucking all the cum from his tool, she was still working that shaft in and out of him, stimulating his prostate. 

Slowly the last of the creamy spunk squeezed from him and Paul steadied himself with both hands. His mother slowly pulled the wooden shaft from his anus and dropped it on the floor. Then she continued to lick and suck his now shrinking cock, until it was completely clean. Sliding it out of her mouth, she stood up.

"Mmmm, you tasted so good," she said. 

Paul was still getting his breath back, and he couldn't find the words to reply. Before he could summon any, his mother turned her back and walked back out the way she had obviously come in, leaving him alone in the garage once more.

As he pulled up his pants and trousers, Paul's mind was a whirlpool of confusion. How had it happened? He simply hadn't heard his mother come in to the room. There he had been, enjoying stroking himself off, and suddenly his mother had sucked him off, while buggering him. The pleasures he had enjoyed already outweighed the guilt and shame he was beginning to feel. Her mouth had been so hot; she had sucked him to completion, and swallowed every drop. She had pleasured him at both ends. His cock and his asshole were a little exhausted right now, but deliciously satisfied. He had never known a sexual side to his mother before. She and his father had always kept it to themselves. And rightly so, he thought. Now, how could he deal with this dramatic change in their relationship?

Paul grabbed the hammer, went to the sink and gave it a wash. About 6 inches of one end were all slippery from where it had been used to fuck him, and he needed it to put up those pictures. He went to work.

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Supper came later that evening. Paul's mother chatted away merrily, as if nothing had changed. There was no mention of sex. He was more awkward however, not saying much, and feeling rather embarrassed. He kept glancing at his mother's mouth, remembering how hot it had felt sucking on his member earlier in the day. He tried to keep his mind on the good food and light conversation, but he could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against the confines of his pants for most of the meal. Afterwards, his mother offered to clear up and, feeling a little tired, Paul went to his bed to read. 

An hour passed, and Paul thought about retiring. Just then, he heard footsteps on the stairs: his mother was coming to bed. But she didn't even pop her head around the door to say goodnight to him and he heard her go to her room. It was almost a relief. He thought she might try something on, that maybe she would try and seduce him. He felt guilty once more for harbouring such thoughts, but he had to admit that the scenario excited him too. He felt a pulse race down to his groin and his cock twitched, beginning to harden. As it did so, he thought he heard some moaning from down the corridor; just faintly. It sounded sexual. The thought of his mother attending to herself excited him further, and his cock hardened a little more. Oh, the things he was thinking of now! The moaning didn't stop, and Paul began to feel curious, as well as horny. 

Wearing only his pyjamas, he stepped out into the corridor and ventured towards his mother's room. He could see the door ajar, and the moaning was definitely coming from her room. Standing back a little, so as not to be seen, he peered in through the crack. What he saw made his dick harden completely. His mother was lying back on her bed naked, her legs wide open, with one hand fondly what looked like a soaking wet pussy, and the other tweaking one of her nipples. Paul hadn't seen his mother naked since he was a boy. Now a fully grown man, there weren't many things more arousing to him than a naked woman, in full bloom, pleasuring herself. Her breasts were large and firm looking, her open thighs soft and smooth. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly lost to the pleasures that were engulfing her. He began to stroke his hard cock through his pyjama bottoms. Looking down, he could see the stain of pre-cum on them, further proof of his state of mind.

"Why don't you join me?"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. Forgoing all his inhibitions, he pushed open the door and went in. How could he resist? It was his own mother, who loved him more than anything, and loved to see him happy. He quickly stripped off his pyjamas to reveal his manhood, aching and rock hard. His mother gave him a lusty and wicked looking grin.

"Join me on the bed, my boy; my son. Join your mother."

Paul did so. Crawling over her, he moved to kiss her soft mouth. As he did so, her tongue darted out to meet his. Their tongues twisted, writhed and thrust together, as their lips met and he lay down on top of her body, their groins, stomachs and chests meeting in love's embrace. He hadn't penetrated her yet, but he could scarcely hold back. He knew he needed to come soon, and so did she.

"You want to fuck your mother's wet pussy? Then take me, my boy, take me as only a man can take a woman. And a son a mother. Who else knows how to pleasure her boy better than anyone?"

Paul reached down with one hand to guide his throbbing hard member into her succulent cunt. He slid in easily. God she was wet. And so hot.

"Unnnnnghhh," he groaned, beginning to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock pushing in and pulling out of her. 

"That's it, take me in the place where I gave birth to you. Come back home, baby. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck your mother's hot cunt." 

Her language only drove him on. He began to thrust harder and harder, responding to her requests. The two of them, locked together in this forbidden domain of pleasure, embraced the taboo like it was the only thing that mattered to them. And at that moment, indeed it was.

Paul could sense that he was getting close.

"I'm gonna cum soon."

"Yes that's it, I want all of your cum in me, let it spray and spurt inside me."

His mother reached down with one hand and began to rub her clitoris. She groaned again.

"Ooooooh, yessss, it feels so good."

Paul kept thrusting as he felt the cum boiling at the base of his shaft, his balls tingling and tightening. Then suddenly it happened. His juices shot out of him, straight into his mother's pussy. Again and again, he could feel the cum spurting out, his asshole contracting as it did so.

"Yesss, oh you lovely boy, fill me up completely with your hot juices."

For sure, his mother knew how to talk dirty to him, and it drove Paul wild. Then his mother came too, her pussy contracting around his hard cock, her love juices leaking all around his shaft. She closed her eyes and threw her head back against the pillow.


"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Yesssss. Ohhhh yesss."

And so they continued to orgasm violently together, mother and son; and now, debauched lovers.

As the pleasure began to subside, Paul's cock slid out of his mother, and he rolled off her.

"Mmmm," moaned his mother. "You fuck me just like your father did: nice and hard. And your cock is nice and big." 

Paul was a little uncomfortable with the comparison, but he was too exhausted to care. Since he had several more days with his mother to think about, he decided to have some sleep and returned to his room.

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The next morning Paul awoke quite late, feeling refreshed. He washed before making his way to the kitchen for some breakfast. When he got there he found his mother sitting with John, the neighbour he had met yesterday. They were chatting. He prayed that his mother would be discreet about the events of the day before. There were no dirty looks when Paul greeted John, so he guessed that all was ok. They shook hands again and as they did so, John gave a little squeeze. Obviously he was being friendly, man to man.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then John got up to go to the bathroom. When he left the room, his mother shot Paul a glance, and smiled dirtily. 

"Good morning, my son."

With that she reached across and rubbed her hand across his crotch through his trousers. Paul's cock twitched and immediately began to harden. He didn't even try to stop her. Quickly, she kneeled on the floor by the breakfast table and undid his belt and trousers, pulling them to the floor. Licking her lips, she pulled down his underwear and released his stiffening member, before taking the head in her mouth, then sliding her lips down his hard shaft, all the way to the base, and back up again. This one would have to be fast, or John would catch them.

Paul's mother bobbed up and down on his cock rapidly now, and he could feel the pleasure spreading from his balls and groin, to his belly and up to his thumping heart. But Paul had come twice the day before, and he wasn't going to be shooting his load in any hurry. As he realized this, he began to worry. John would be back any minute. But his mother didn't seem too concerned. She simply continued to suck him deeply, from the tip of his cockhead to the root of his thick shaft. 

Suddenly Paul heard footsteps. As he looked up, he saw the kitchen door swing open, and in walked John. His mother's neighbour stopped when he saw them, looking a little surprised.

"What's this? A mother pleasuring her own son?" 

Paul's mother slid her wet mouth off his cock and looked up, a little startled herself. Her cheeks flushed and she clearly didn't know what to do.

"Don't worry," said John. "Only a mother knows how to give her son the true enjoyment he deserves."

And with that, John reached to undo his own belt, trousers, and underwear, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them. To Paul and his mother's surprise, John's own cock was hardening quickly, nearly standing to full attention as he slid a hand around it and began to stroke himself. 

Paul looked at John. Although he had no feelings of attraction towards men, he had to admire John's muscular thighs, and large dick. It must have been 7 or 8 inches, slightly larger than him, and just as thick. As John massaged it up and down, the foreskin rolled back and forth, revealing the bulbous mushroom-shaped head, which was a dark red. 

So now John was in on Paul and his mother's little pleasures. They let him stroke himself, while Paul's mother returned to her cock-sucking. Paul closed his eyes and threw his head back in enjoyment as she continued. Then for a moment, she slid her mouth off once more. She turned to John.

"You know what I caught the dirty boy doing yesterday."

John's ears pricked up and he stopped pumping himself. She continued:




Coming Home Ch. 01



"I caught him fucking his own ass with the shaft of a hammer."

Paul couldn't believe it. Why did John need to know this? This was a dirty secret that didn't need sharing. But John only smiled at Paul.

"You want to be careful. Embarrassing accidents can happen in a situation like that."

"I'm careful," said Paul.

"Not careful enough," said his mother, grinning. She turned to John.

"But I helped finish him off and gave his ass the fucking it needed."

This was all very awkward for Paul. His mother was confessing his most intimate activities to someone he barely knew.

"I know that something up there can add to the pleasure," said John, grinning. "You ought to get yourself some sex toys."

"I'll bare that in mind," said Paul. He had had enough of this topic by now. But John wouldn't let it go.

"Paul, have you ever had your asshole rimmed. It feels really good." With that John walked towards Paul and grabbed him firmly by the waist. Paul struggled a little, but John was strong. Pulling him up and turning him round so Paul was kneeling on the bench, he turned to Paul's mother.

"You can carry on sucking him if you like. I know how much you enjoy it." John's voice sounded firmer now.

Paul's mother repositioned herself so she was sitting on the bench. Then she recommenced her blowjob. Paul groaned and succumbed to the pleasure once more. As he did so, he could feel John's hands on his butt, touching and stroking his cheeks, then pulling them apart. This was the first time another man had touched him in this way and he admitted to himself that he was enjoying it already. He knew what was coming, and any reluctance he had melted away as his mother sucked him harder. Then, he felt it, John's tongue on his hole. He jumped slightly. 

"Just relax," said John, who then licked all around Paul's puckered asshole. Paul squirmed in delight. No-one had ever rimmed him before. In the past, he had wished that his girlfriend would do it for him, but it had never happened. Now a man was doing it. And a man he admired. A fit, strong and, at the moment, quite dominant man. As he soaked up the new sensations he was getting, Paul felt John thrust his tongue inside his hole.

"Unnnnngh. Ohh." He moaned. John was good at this. The man began to thrust his tongue in and out of Paul, while his mother carried on licking and sucking on his straining prick.

Then John backed off, removing his tongue from Paul. Paul wriggled his ass, wanting more.

"You're not into guys are you?" asked John.

"No way," said Paul. "But that felt so good."

"Maybe we should get that homemade dildo of yours out again," said John, laughing.

Before Paul could say any more, he felt John's finger slide into his anus, wriggling around a bit, and moving back and forth, before sliding back out again. Paul couldn't see what John was doing, but it felt ok. And with his mother beginning to suck on him a little more urgently now, he was in no mood to stop these activities. He felt two fingers push into his hole now. John held them there for a minute, while Paul got used to the extra fullness, then pulled them back out. Paul had often done this himself, but another man doing it to him filled him with trepidation. He wasn't quite relaxed enough to allow the full extent of these pleasures to fill him, but he was getting there. Then he felt three fingers go in, this time stretching him quite wide. Again John held them inside him for a little while, before pulling them out. John removed the rest of his clothes, throwing his jumper and shirt on the floor with his trousers and underwear. Paul wondered what was coming next.

"You obviously enjoy a good ass fucking," said John. "Maybe I should give you the real thing."

"Noooo, not that," cried out Paul. He drew the line there. He wasn't gay, for sure, and although he had enjoyed John's touch, his rimming, and tongue fucking, he was not going to have another man's cock up his ass.

"Ok, ok," said John. "I was only kidding. I'm not gonna make you do something you don't want to do. After all, you aren't gay, and neither am I."

Paul sighed, relieved.

"We can pretend," said John. Paul wasn't sure what John meant by that. Then John grabbed his hard member and began to rub the tip around Paul's asscheeks. Paul couldn't see what was happening. It felt like John was touching him again, and he enjoyed that. The precum was leaking from John's cockhead, and it rubbed off on Paul's ass.

"I can see you're enjoying that," said John. Paul nodded his head and moaned. He realized now that it was John's cock he was feeling. He wasn't sure about this, but, hell, it felt good. John continued rubbing the full length of his cock around Paul's ass. Then he stroked it across from one cheek to the other, just grazing the edge of Paul's anus as it passed over.

Paul jumped. A bolt of electricity shot from his asshole up through his body. He knew that John hadn't meant to do that, so he didn't say anything. Then John moved closer to Paul, reaching round and hugging his upper body from behind, touching and stroking him. Paul enjoyed John's touch once more. Then John grabbed Paul's nipples and began gently squeezing.

"Ohhhh," Paul moaned.

John continued to rub his hands all over Paul's body, from his chest down to his stomach, stopping before he reached his cock, which his mother was still sucking on in a strong rhythm. John's cock was squashed against one of Paul's buttcheeks. Paul was enjoying all these sensations more and more: the feel of another man touching him all over his body. He never would have dreamed it before today, but he wanted more of John. 

John leaned forward and spoke straight into Paul's ear. Paul could feel John's hot breath on the side of his face.

"How about we just try the tip inside you, and see how that feels. It's much warmer than the shaft of a hammer. It's a lot better, you'll see."

"Ok, but just the tip. I don't want you hurting me," said Paul. He wasn't really thinking ahead. What had he just agreed to? The first step only, just the tip of John's cock in his asshole. But, oh, what a crucial step.

With that John stepped back and pushed his cock in between Paul's two asscheeks, seeking out his tight hole. The head of John's thick cock found Paul's anus, and he pushed gently in.

"Aaaaaaagh, stop, I can't have another guy's cock in my ass."

John's reply was firm but soothing. "Don't worry Paul, you aren't gay, it's just a little extra pleasure for us to enjoy."

John rested the tip of his cock in Paul's hole, while they both got used to it. There was no pain, and Paul was enjoying the warmth and wetness of it. It was something new, something he never could have imagined feeling good before now.

"How about a little more pleasure for us both," whispered John in Paul's ear. John pushed a little more in, stretching Paul slightly, until the head of his cock was all the way inside. Paul moaned again.

"Nooo, please. I won't do it." But his feelings were betraying him. 

At that point, Paul's mother opened her eyes to see what was going on. She had gathered already, but watching it happen excited her. With one hand she circled the base of Paul's prick, and squeezed gently. The organ throbbed and jerked in her mouth. But Paul wasn't coming yet.

While his mother was getting more worked up, Paul had relaxed enough to accept that John's bulging cockhead was inside him, pulsing and straining. He wasn't really thinking about what might follow, he couldn't allow himself to do that. Meanwhile John was beginning to lose his own self-control, and he suddenly pushed in again, without warning.

"Ohhhh, yeaaahhh, take the rest of my shaft," he groaned. Remember that Paul had already been loosened up by John's probing fingers, and so it was no surprise when his shaft slid smoothly up Paul's asshole, until John's crotch rested against Paul's asscheeks and his stomach against Paul's back.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, nooooooooo," cried out Paul. For John was all the way in, a good 7 or 8 inches of manmeat, which seemed to fit Paul's ass rather well! 

"Aaagh, you're a good fit, you've taken all my cock in you," groaned John, beginning to slide his shaft back out again. 

"Noooo, pull it out, I ain't gay and I ain't bi either," shouted Paul.

John withdrew to the tip of his cock, then plunged back in again, filling Paul completely.

"That's right, but we can still enjoy these pleasures. Just man to man. Unnnggh." John wasn't going to stop. He had already gone too far to turn back now, and the feelings pulsing through his manmeat were too good. Only Paul's asshole could satisfy him. He pulled out and pushed in again. Out and in. He was really getting into this fuck. And Paul? Paul had stopped resisting and was giving into the pleasure that was filling his hole. It felt so full, so warm, and he could swear that with every thrust John's cock grew a little bigger. All to the better, for he was secretly in heaven, with his own mother sucking his cock, and a thick manshaft sliding rapidly now, in and out of his fuck tunnel.

"Uuuuungh, I never would have believed it," cried out Paul. "It feels fantastic!"

"Yeah, you like a good manfuck don't you,"moaned John. "You like my cock in you. All the way in. Take me. Unngh. Unngh. Unnnnggh."

"Mmmmm. Heeeeh. Oh yesss. Fuck my ass John. Do me good. I don't care what it means, it feels too good to stop. Don't stop, fill me completely with your cock."

Paul could feel the cum boiling in his balls and groin. John's thrusts were getting more urgent too. Then suddenly, John froze behind him. Paul felt John's cock hardening even more inside him, then all he knew was that John was coming, his cock was pulsing inside Paul's ass, and shooting hot liquid deep into the young man's rectum, spraying up inside him, filling him up. John continued to fuck him gently and Paul knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He turned his attention to his mother's mouth. Then it was his turn to come, a torrent of cum spraying into her mouth. His mother eagerly lapped it up, and gulped it down. As the three of them calmed down, John pulled his softening cock from Paul's asshole, and his mother slid her lips off the end of Paul's prick. Paul could feel cum running out of him and down his thighs. It was an odd sensation, but a dirty one, a reminder of the fuck that he had just taken.

The three of them exchanged glances. Remember that Paul's mother hadn't come yet.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" she said.

Paul and his mother stripped off the rest of their clothes, joining John in the nude, and made their way upstairs.

His mother lay back on the bed, and spread her thighs. Already, Paul and John were getting hard again. Paul knelt in front of her pussy, and began to tongue her. She was already wet, and so hot. Watching Paul's ass-fucking had made her as horny as hell. He licked up and down her shiny slit, then flicked his tongue over her clit. She writhed on the bed, moaning and enjoying the sensation. John then knelt over her head, his balls and cock directly over her mouth. She began to tongue his ballsack, and lick up and down his stiff shaft. Then John moved slightly and fed the head of his cock straight into her mouth. She moaned and took as much of it in as she could. John began to fuck her mouth, thrusting his hips above her, pumping down in between her beautiful hot lips.

Paul was watching all of this, and it excited him. To think of the two of them, pleasuring his mother in this way, was too hot for him. His hard cock throbbed between his thighs. He needed to fuck her right away.

Moving up her body he positioned himself and slid into her wet pussy. Then he pulled back out and thrust strongly back in. She groaned.

"Unnnngh. Yessss. Do me from both ends."

Paul quickened his thrusts as John fucked her mouth. Paul's head was not far from John's cock as it churned in and out of his mother's mouth. He was just a little curious, and leaned closer and stuck out his tongue. He caught the side of John's shaft as it sloshed up and down. John gave a little moan.

"Mmmmm. Yesss."

Paul stuck his tongue out further and began to really lick John's shaft as it fucked his mother's face. Then, without warning, John pulled his cock from her and pushed it towards Paul's open mouth. Instinctively, Paul opened wider and the cock went in.

"Ooooh, yeahhh, suck me as you fuck her," groaned John.

Paul went to work on John's cock even as he fucked his mother harder and faster. He had to admit that he liked the taste and feel of it in his mouth. As John had said, he could enjoy these new pleasures, without being gay or bi. And enjoy them he did, revelling in the sensations. 

All three of them were moaning now. Just then, John tightened up, and his second load of the day went shooting into Paul's mouth. Paul kept his mouth clamped on John's cock and sucked and swallowed every drop of cum. He was truly a convert. Then John pulled his semi-hard prick out of Paul. 

"That was great," said John. "You sucked me off like you were born to do it. Of course, we men can enjoy these things. Only another man knows what it's like to have a cock and what a cock needs. A woman is just as good, though, only different. Now, I think mama here needs me in her ass."

With that he instructed Paul to roll over onto his back. Paul did so, and his mother followed, straddling Paul's meaty prick. At the sight of her puckered asshole on display, John began to get hard again. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it around her 'second' entrance, before pushing it in, firmly but gently. She let out a little cry, and then a satisfied moan. Paul pushed his own cock back into her love tunnel, and they both commenced to fuck her in both her holes.

"Ah yesss. I feel so full up," cried Paul's mother.

The two men thrust in and out of her, enjoying the feel of each other's cocks rubbing together through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole.

"Ohhh yeaaah, I can feel your prick against mine," yelled Paul. 

"That's right," grinned John. "Feels good doesn't it. Yeeeaahh." He continued to pump her shithole, a little faster now.

Paul wasn't going to last much longer. With a cry he came deep inside his mother's cunt, pumping all his jism against the walls of her love tunnel. John could feel Paul's pulsing prick next to his, and this set him off immediately. He came up her chute.

"Gaaaaaaagh. Fuck yes." John closed his eyes in ecstasy.

The feel of the two men coming inside her was too much for Paul's mother. It was her turn to cum and her cunt gushed love juice all over Paul's cock. Her pussy continued to spasm as they both slid out of her, their damp cocks thumping against each other as they plopped out. John reached down and grabbed them both, rubbing them together. 

"Mmmm. That's so hot," moaned Paul, as John rolled the two pricks around each other in a delicious massage.

Finally, John rolled off her, and she rolled off Paul, and they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their love-making.



Coming Home Ch. 01



by Corcyra with Alijandra Rose

Author's note: If you are looking for a "hot story," please do not be turned away by the first part. It is here for historical reasons, both past history and future history. Let me explain.

The spirit guide Seth, popularized by Jane Roberts, featured a dramatic pronouncement: "ALL SPACE IS HERE, ALL TIME IS NOW." In a previous series of stories, I described a vehicle based on this pronouncement, the "SethMobile," which could transport its occupants instantly and automatically to any desired place, or time. The narrator was blind, and the SethMobile made all things possible for him. While traveling, the narrator's blindness seemed to dissolve, a curious twist.

In the present story, the SethMobile idea is revised, updated, and used to launch our hero into a new erotic adventure with an old flame. So please read a little bit before giving up on it. Or just press "UNDO IT" or "HOME" on your Sethoscope remote to exit gracefully.

This series is dedicated to Alijandra, My once and always Gypsy Princess.

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The project in the lab was nearly complete. Many of the parts of the old device were usable in the new one, but there were also a number of improvements that had to have their bugs worked out before the first field test. After all, the new system, the Sethoscope, was more than a quantum jump beyond the old SethMobile. While the older device had to be physically present to be used, the Sethoscope relied on the popular GPS satellite network, and thus could be stationary. The main thing they had in common was the space/time coordinate translation system, the STCTS, the little gem that was the brain of the entire project.

Installing the STCTS took only a few minutes, and the new system was ready. Once activated, it would be impossible to deactivate. I would never again make the mistake of thinking that its usefulness had ended, as I once did with the older, more primitive, SethMobile. Checking everything twice, "All Systems were Go," so I pressed the final button.

"Oh," said the Sethoscope, "it's you."

"Yes, it's me," I replied. "You remember me from before then?"

"Of course," it replied. "You still interested in that what's her name from Virginia?"

I was startled. "Yes," I admitted, "and you are going to help us again. I hope you won't mind."

"Oh, no," it said, "I don't mind. I was sort of fond of her too, you know. But it was a drag, I have to tell you, just lugging you all around the place and waiting for you to finish. Boring as hell, actually."

"Well," I explained, "this time you get to stay put, right here, no more disguising you as a car and parking you until I need you."

"That sounds cool," it replied. "So I get to stay here and do what?"

"Whatever you want," I assured it, "as long as you drop everything when I need you, and you meet your main obligation."

"Which is?" it asked.

"To take me, safely and instantly, perhaps with a guest, perhaps with stuff we are carrying, to wherever and whenever I ask."

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The field tests were all successful. The remote unit for the Sethoscope was small, with only four buttons: LISTEN, DO IT, UNDO IT, and HOME. The LISTEN button allowed the Scope to take instructions directly from the neural activity of the person holding the device. For instance, I imagine my kitchen, and the Scope targets itself to that location. Pressing DO IT takes me directly there, instantly. Then pressing HOME returns me from kitchen to lab. If I go from kitchen to bedroom, UNDO IT takes me from bedroom to kitchen, but pressing Home takes me from bedroom directly to lab. That was some improvement over the older system.

If I imagine a clock or calendar in the scene I wish to visit, I am transported in time as well as space. The "landings" are always in a safe and comfortable place as near my desired destination as possible. LISTEN, DO IT, UNDO IT, and HOME. That was it! And now it was time to put this little baby to the test.

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Okay. Showered, shaved, brushed teeth, combed hair, dressed casually. You said the window would be open, so I better try for the nearby second floor deck. I press LISTEN and imagine my destination. A tiny voice in the remote unit says, "Got it." I press DO IT. I am there! Damn! This is so cool!

I stow the remote in my pocket, slip quietly through the open window, and scan the unfamiliar room. Scented candles provide the only illumination. Soft music is barely audible.

You are there in a corner of the room, smiling warmly with eyes sparkling, watching me enter. I would recognize that smile, that sparkle, that charisma, anywhere, any time. You are barefoot and clad only in what seems to be a skimpy one piece thing, is it -- yes, it's a sunsuit, a child's garment consisting of a brief top and shorts. In the dim light, it hard to make out, but it seems to be a light color (maybe yellow?) with a darker flower print (maybe red?). You lack only pigtails and Mary Jane's to be totally illegal!

"Can you come out and play, little girl?" I ask with a grin.

Looking down at your feet, you reply in a child's voice, "Gee, I got no shoes to wear, mister. Can't we play indoors today?"

"I love your feet naked," I whisper.

"That's so naughty!" you reply.

"Why is it so naughty?" I ask.

"Because, if you only love my feet naked, maybe you think there's something wrong with the rest of me, like my legs, or my belly button," you tease.

"But right now your feet are all I see of you that's naked," I attempt.

"Well?" you challenge, "it doesn't have to stay that way, you know!"

With that we are in each other's arms, locked in a tight embrace, kissing deeply, becoming breathless quickly. My hands are all over your body, your back, from butt to shoulders, kneading and stroking, and refreshing my tactile image of your loveliness. Your hands come between us, as you undo my shirt buttons and pull it aside. You curl your fingers in the hairs of my chest and kiss my nipples, nipping them playfully, and licking the surrounding area. My heart is pounding. I try to pull the wide bib straps of the sunsuit off your shoulders to let it fall, but you pull back and keep me at arms length.

"Wait! Wait!" you exclaim. "You first! It's my house, I wished you here, you are my vision, I get to do you first tonight! Oh My God, I want you so bad!"

I am speechless. You fumble with my belt, loosening it at last, and undo my pants, dropping them and my boxers to the floor. I am fully erect. You drop to your knees, grasping my cock in one hand while cupping my balls in the other. You moan as you lick the sides, top, and bottom of my cock, and gently slide the foreskin back. Your eyes are wide with excitement. You take me in your mouth and thoroughly moisten me with saliva. You apply a rhythmic suction with lots of caressing movements of lips and tongue. I am overwhelmed with the intensity of your lust.

My hands drop to the back of your neck and hold you gently there. You turn your eyes to gaze into mine now, and take me gradually more deeply into your mouth, until I reach the back of your throat. Then you slip me nearly completely out of your mouth and concentrate on the head of my dick. I can't believe I haven't come yet, but neither of us wants this to end so quickly.

Suddenly you remove my enormously hard dick from your mouth, hug me tight at crotch level, and giggle like a little girl.

"Gee mister," you say, "that was fun, I just love your lollypop, but now look at you, you're the one who's all naked."

I am laughing too, now, as I reach down to pull you to your feet. I want you naked too, but before I have a chance, you push hard against my chest with both hands, forcing me backward. The bed behind me catches my fall, and I sprawl across it on my back.

You are on me in an instant, giggling, straddling my middle and pinning my arms down over my head. My dick is waving frantically in the air, but no one is paying any attention to it. You lower your body flush against mine and we kiss deeply again. This is an amazing aspect of you that I had not seen before, and I love it.

Still in your sunsuit, You rub your breasts against my chest as we kiss, and grind your pelvis against my lower belly. My dick still has nothing to do! I try again to bring my arms down to embrace you, and this time your resistance melts away.

I hold you against me now, and ask, "Want to get out of that cute little thing before we soil it, little girl?" and slide the sunsuit straps off your shoulders.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" you reply, and squirming upright, you wriggle out of the sunsuit and cast it aside. You are fully naked too now, no bra, your panties gone the way of the sunsuit, nothing to slow you down, and you resume your crouching descent over me, initiating another deep kiss and continuing the motion of your breasts and crotch against me.

This time my hands are free, and I immediately find your breasts and squeeze them, pinching your nipples. I stroke as much of your naked body as I can reach -- your waist, your back, your butt, your legs on either side of me, your arms and shoulders. With one hand I reach between us and across your curly bush, to rest in your crotch, cupping you gently there. You are warm, wet, and ready, but I simply hold you, squeezing, massaging, and stroking.

Soon you pull away from our extended kiss and pull yourself a little higher up along my body. My hand is forced to lose contact with your pussy, and I feel a moist trail left behind as you move higher.

You offer me a breast. "Suck me, mister, suck my little titty," you beg, and I am happy to oblige. Your nipple gets more erect as I suck and nibble it. You twist a little to offer me the other one, and begin moaning softly as we alternate the action.

My hands move to your butt cheeks now, an amazingly convenient pair of love handles. Your own hands guide your breasts to my eager lips, feeding me love, and your pelvis continues grinding against my upper belly, feeding me lust. And still my dick is waving idly in mid air.

"You like eating my little titties, mister?" you tease, in your little girl voice. You are clearly getting off on this game.

"Mmmmm ..." I moan, the only sound I can make with a mouthful of breast. My arms are captured between your legs and my own body, my hands still holding and squeezing your ass cheeks.

"Want some more, mister?" you ask coyly.

I nod yes, and briefly lose my grip on the nipple I was pleasuring. We both laugh at this unexpected moment of awkwardness.

"Here I am, then," you say, sliding significantly higher along my chest, "taste me!" And my hands on your ass help you move closer, supporting some of your weight.

Your essence is now powerful and intoxicating. Awestruck, I gaze at the prospect before me. You are bright pink, swollen, open wide, glistening with moisture. I cannot hold back, and plunge my tongue into you as you settle even further onto my face. My hands on your ass press you even closer, and you spread open even wider.

So much for the illusion of a sunsuit clad innocent girl, this is the love center of the mature woman I know and love. It is the experienced passage of origin for several human infants, the sanctuary and comfort zone for other men, and perhaps women. It is the biological connection between human life and life in the sea. It is nurture, it is healing, it is passion and peace, and it is mine for now, maybe forever.

Your rocking pelvic motion is gentle now, and I match it with tongue penetrations and excursions. Funny how my tongue seems to get longer at just the right moment, given the right opportunity. Your taste is exquisite, defying description. Exploring the area, I find your clit, extended and exposed, and touch it gently. You give a sharp intake of breath, but do not withdraw. I lick again, adding some lip action, and suck gently.

I reach from behind you to use a finger, then two fingers, to enter your thoroughly moist pussy. Your warm softness surrounds my fingers, as I move them, seeking familiar landmarks and offering pressure and sensation. I continue my gentle sucking of your clit as I probe with my fingers, reaching deeply to find your womb, coming forward along your front wall. You are a little swollen there. I zero in. I suck a little more. And you convulse. God, how you convulse!

You ride my face wildly, and glancing up, I notice you have one hand stuffed into your mouth to stifle your cries of pleasure, and you are pulling on your nipples with the other. Thank goodness my nose is free to breathe, the tickling of your hair against it is not a problem, in fact is sort of fun! I hope I don't sneeze!

You finally collapse against me, dropping slowly back down my body, your breasts once again flattened against my chest, and we kiss deeply once more. Your new position lets my erect dick, still idle and free standing, flip flop against your bare ass cheeks.

"Yummy!" you murmur. "Is that me I taste on you?"

"Yes, baby," I reply a little breathlessly, "who else?"

Giggling, you lick all around my face, cleaning me up some, and we kiss lowly again. But my balls are beginning to ache something fierce.

"I need you, love," I murmur. "I need release."

"Oh My God!" you exclaim. "Of course you do! You poor baby!" as you push yourself up on all fours, do a 180 degree turn, and settle yourself onto me again. You grasp my balls in one hand and my dick in the other, and take me into your mouth for some energetic sucking action.

Your fascinating and forbidden bottom is suddenly there for my close up scrutiny and pleasure. The main features are upside down now, ass above, pussy below, another entire landscape to learn. I nip playfully at each ass cheek in turn, and you wiggle your appreciation. The short bridge of flesh from anus to vulva invites inspection, and of course I accept the invitation, licking, sucking, pulling on little hairs with my teeth. Your dick sucking and rhythmic pumping continue.

Soon you arch your back a little, which elevates your ass out of reach, and presents your pussy to me more directly, another invitation I just cannot refuse. You are still pink and swollen, still quivering from earlier, awash with juices. I lick off the excess, and it is immediately replaced. Your clit is too far away to reach, but there is plenty left to pleasure besides. I can barely keep up with your flowing juices.

Meanwhile, you are pumping my dick vigorously with your hand, and in no time at all I am headed toward an inevitable eruption. I warn you, "Baby, I'm coming!"

"I know, I know!" you say playfully, removing me slowly from your mouth, but continuing to jack me off. You giggle as I pulse great quantities of fluid forcefully onto your neck, your chest, my own belly, the entire lower area between us. When the reflex action subsides, you take me into your mouth again, this time licking and caressing gently.

"How was that?" you ask with a huge grin. "Feel better now?"

"That was fantastic, baby," I reply, "sorry for the mess."

"Oh pooh!" you reply, and rub your tits around in "the mess" with exaggerated gusto. You suddenly do another 180, and are back lying on me full length, which transfers "the mess" from my belly to yours, and from your chest to mine. You initiate another wet and tongueful kiss, and I am treated to my own juices. Your joyful passion is so contagious, so totally spontaneous, that it makes everything right.

"I love you," you murmur. "And I love loving you, too."

"Oh baby," I reply, "I love you too. This is a fabulous night, and I didn't even get fucked!"

"You mean 'not yet'," you say coyly, "but you're not getting off that easy, mister!"

And so saying, we doze for a time in each other's arms, glued together with our love, momentarily spent.

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I waken later with a familiar warm tingling sensation down below. You are still on top of me. You slowly rub your pussy along the under side of my erect cock, which is pinned between us. Your upper body is raised, your arms extended, your hands resting on the bed on either side of me.

"Wake up, sleepy head," you whisper when you see I am awake, "we need to have a little talk."

"It's my pleasure," I reply sleepily, "tell me what you want, baby. More fingers? More tongue? More nose?"

You lower yourself to plant a gentle kiss on my lips, and I reach for your breasts, pinching your nipples, and noticing their sticky surfaces. "We already did all that and it was great," you reply, "but I need to know if you still love me."

"Of course I still love you!" I respond in some alarm. "How could you have any doubt about that?"

"I don't know what got into me before," you continue, still caressing my cock as you rub against it. "I just had to try being a naughty little schoolgirl slut, and I'm afraid you might not like me any more, and won't want to make love to me any more." Your lips are trembling.

"Oh baby!" I exclaim. "Nothing could be further from the truth!" With a firm motion, I lift myself from under you, turning you on your side, and enclose you in my arms. You go limp beneath me, and I shower you with kisses as I talked. "There's no one right way to make love. You know that. We've been gentle and romantic, we've been noisy, we've been quiet, We've fucked in the kitchen, in the garage, and even in the laundry room for goodness sake. We've fucked while there were dogs in bed with us, while your husband was in the next room, and even while my mother was talking to me on the telephone. And now we have had another first. You were a horny Lolita and fucked my ears off. I loved it! And I love you for it! And of course I want to make love to you -- any time, any where, any way, and that's that! I'm proud of you for letting go."

"Oh baby," you blubber finally, "I am so confused. Maybe it's just from my getting off so good, and never even having you inside me, and then forgetting to help you come, you know?"

"Come on," I say, "let's take a shower and get some of this goo off of us, so we can make some more goo." You laughed, a very good sign. And we grope and tease each other all the way into the shower together.

There is a lot of handling of each other, what with the soaping, the rinsing, and the drying. We return naked to the bedroom, and you get to the bed first. You sprawl spread-eagle on it, arms and legs akimbo, that glorious smile and sparkle once again lighting up your face. What a magnificent view you are from the foot of the bed, open and inviting, radiating relaxed sexuality. Your legs lay flat on the bed, feet wide apart. One hand rests on the bed above your head, the other meanders lazily across your midsection. It sweeps a slow path from beneath one breast, drops to pull playfully at strands of your pubic hair, comes up beneath the other breast, then repeats the sweep. Can this sensual woman really be the same person as my naughty "little schoolgirl" slut lover? And if not, which do I love more?

I slowly stroke my erect dick as I contemplate the incredible beauty arrayed before me. Your eyes alternate from gazing into mine, to watching me play with myself. Your hand moves to your pussy. You dip a finger into your slit, and find moisture there. You apply a coating to each nipple, then grinning impishly, you lick your finger clean. Using two fingers, you form an inverted V, and hold your pussy lips open for my viewing pleasure. You lick your lips wetly, and smile, smile, smile. I can see your moistness plainly now, as your pelvis begins its subtle movement, now offering, now withdrawing, your precious private treasure.

In a barely audible sultry voice, you say, "Take me! Please take me! I need you inside me! I need you deep deep deep inside me!"

I move up and over you, between your thighs, gazing at your lovely form from between your legs. Your moist steamy valley, the thicket above, the rolling planes extending to your irresistible breasts, and the intensely erotic longing that crowned your presence, I drink all these things in deeply and store them indelibly.




Coming Home Ch. 01



I lower my head to blow softly against your pussy lips. You moan with anticipation. I squeeze and caress your pussy, and gently insert two fingers and thrilled to the velvety heat that encloses them. I bring the head of my eager cock to your opening, and slide it into you slowly as I withdraw my fingers. I only enter an inch or two at first, wanting us both to get used to the intense pleasure. Your moans are now continuous.

With my cock half inserted, I lean forward and one by one take your pussy flavored nipples and surrounding areolas into my mouth as far as they will go, sucking each vigorously, thoroughly licking the sensitive circle. I move higher and touch your lips with a gentle kiss. Your heart is beating rapidly. I can see the pulse in the arteries of your neck. I press another inch or two into you, then withdraw the same distance.

Your tongue moistens our combined lips, and my own tongue joins it. Our kiss quickly becomes open mouthed, with tongues dancing together, and moving together, first deeply in one mouth, then the other. Our eyes are locked in an unwavering gaze of the deepest love.

I slide all the way into you in a single slow deep thrust. You gasp, and grab me tightly, pulling at the back of my head, initiating a fierce and passionate kiss. Your legs now lock around my lower back, and you match my thrusting with skill and energy. We soon have the rhythm and pace of a powerful union, and while I am as huge and hard as I had ever been, your muscular elasticity and surprising capacity are every bit the perfect match. I am good to go forever. This will surely be the ride of our lives.

We rock and rock, the moist sounds of flesh joining and rejoining are the only sound to be heard, mixed with your now steady moaning. Our bodies move in perfect unison, both thrusting strongly together, then both relaxing together.

I begin to vary the action, and you adapt quickly to the new patterns as soon as they appear. Sometimes I pull nearly all the way out as we relaxed, and return up to the hilt on the thrusts. Sometimes the motions are shallow, sometimes several shallow thrusts followed by a deeply penetrating stab.

Soon you abandon trying to anticipate our actions, and as you relax into total passivity, you build up the momentum for a world class orgasm. Without breaking stride, I raise myself onto my arms, leaving space between our bodies. You reach between us with one hand and add your own manual stimulation to your clit. You suddenly come with a cry and a shudder, and convulsively spasm around my cock. Your juices flow copiously, and you clutch me with both arms and both legs while "milking" me for all you are worth.

We ride the wave together, passing its peak, enjoying its softening pace, staying with it until the end. We finally stop our rhythmic movements, and I press full length into you for the last time, remaining stationary, tense, and straining inside you.

"Oh my God!" you exclaim. "That was wonderful! Thank you, thank you! I think I saw stars."

"You were awesome!" I reply. "I love it when you come like that, like a Fourth of July Fireworks Finale. It makes me feel so good to know I helped a little."

"Helped a little?" you say in amazement. "More than a little. You were my lightning rod and my dynamo, and it was OUR 'Big O', not just mine."

I am still rock hard and completely buried in you. You notice and say, "Didn't you come?"

"No, actually I was so busy enjoying your coming, I guess I didn't come myself." I say.

"Well you're not getting away from me without coming, so just tell me how I can help," you insist.

"let me think about it," I say.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth? my titties? do you want me to ride you? You got off on that 69 before, You sure enjoy licking pussy. maybe I could blow you? or jerk you off? You name it, you got it! I owe you big time! I guess we could do anal if you really want to, but I'd rather feel you come in my pussy and fill me up with your come."

"I love your cute ass, baby," I say, "but with everything else to fuck, I think I'll pass on anal for now, if you don't mind."

"Well I'm glad about that, but what then?" you persist.

"I'm already panting hard from you talking like that," I say. "I guess I would have to say 'any or all of the above', but let's just talk dirty while we do it."

"Oh my God!" you giggle, "you really get off on talking dirty? I never knew that about you!"

"It's kind of my own personal 'naughty little schoolgirl' secret," I confess, blushing.

"Well then, that's easy!" you reply. "But if you want to fuck my face while I suck you off, I have to stop talking dirty," and you giggle. "Titty fucking is great fun, though. We've never done that. I can get you all greased up, and get myself greased up between my tits, and then just squeeze them together around that beautiful huge prick of yours. You could just fuck away between them, or leave the driving to me. I could surprise you by giving your prick a quick lick, or a quick suck, at the top of your stroke, and you would squirt your cream all over me in no time," and another giggle. "But I would really love to ride that giant maypole of yours. I would squat down over you, get your cock in position, and just slide my wet cunt right down over it as deep as I want. You ought to see my titties bounce and jiggle when I play squat tag with that cock of yours," and another giggle.

Meanwhile we resume our rhythmic thrusting again, and the erotic images and dirty language bring me closer and closer to a climax. The obvious signs of my imminent orgasm are not lost on you.

"Fuck me, baby," you growl, "fuck my juicy cunt, fuck me hard and fast, fuck me deep and long, stick it in me so far it comes out my mouth! Give me all you got! Fuck my brains out!"

That does it. By the time you finish your creative monolog, our renewed sexual frenzy brings me to the edge and over it. I pump wave after wave of semen into you, and you joyfully accept every last drop, squeezing the residual from me, as my dick began to soften inside you.

"Oh baby," I gasped, "that was great! You are something else!"

"Hey," you laugh, "you just gave me incredible power over you. I can just switch into truck driver gutter talk and get you off any time I want! That's so cool to know!"

We are now both spent, both happy, each in possession of a secret fantasy of the other, and the night draws to a close.

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After another lingeringly intimate shower, we are again dressed. You are in your panties and sunsuit, and I in my only attire. I get the remote from my pocket and explain how it worked.

"Next time then," you say, "could we use it to go somewhere wonderful?"

"Sure," I reply. "Or even to another time."

"Wow!" you exclaim. "Maybe I'll have to get me a pair of Mary Jane's and do my hair up in pigtails. I could pretend to be your little girl. Wouldn't that be cool?"

It is the perfect image with which to leave you. We kiss goodbye and I step through the window again. You watch wide-eyed as I wave, touch HOME, and vanish. 



Coming Home Ch. 01



“Carry on,” I offered. 

“On this night dad had too much to drink and passed out on the bed. He still had his clothes on, which I helped him to remove. He kept on calling Mom’s name, but finally he fell asleep. Somehow, during the night I found him spooning very close to me. I mean closer than usual. It was quite hot and I tried to move away from him. He was in a very deep sleep and snoring like a bear.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard him before,” The idea of spooning with my sister, my cock resting between her soft cheeks caused my cock to swell to its limit. I sensed that the head was peaking inquisitively through the waistband. Ingrid was unperturbed by this and just continued her caresses, sometimes, brushing briefly along my shaft.

“The fact is, he had his hand stuck inside my panty with his fingers over my…um,” she started to stammer.

“Pussy…?” I helped her out.

Ingrid sighed and shifted her crotch closer to my own, “Yeah, he had his fingers lying over my pussy. I was nervous at first, but they were just resting there. It felt so strange, but I must admit, the longer they remained there, the more comforting it felt. After all, he probably had no idea what he was doing; he really was out of it.”

“I can see why. He probably thought that you were mom, but by saying comforting, do you mean exciting?” I traced my fingers along the elastic band in the crease of her thigh, feeling the fine pubic hair of her overgrown bush.

“Yes,” she sighed again, wetting her lips with her tongue. “I started to feel a really warm sensation spreading to the centre of my stomach. I felt so hot, yet guilty. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire. I was starting to get…you know, moist.”

“You mean, horny and wet?” I ran my fingers slowly back and forth along the top of her. Surreptitiously, Ingrid opened her leg wider, brushing her crotch against my balls.

“Yes! I was horny as hell and became sopping wet. I could smell the scent of my juices filling the room.” Ingrid ran her fingers along my shaft to my balls.

“Were you as wet as you are now,” I asked unsteadily and brushed my fingers against her weeping crotch.

“Yes, as wet as I am now,” She pushed her hips forward searching for my hand. “That’s nothing yet. I felt his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. I knew it was wrong, but I reached behind my back and unbuttoned his fly.”

“You didn’t!” I said with mocked exasperation.

Ingrid placed her small hand firmly over my cock and squeezed hard, “Yes I did and I slid my hand inside and took his length in my hand. He was so big, just like yours. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. While I continued stroking him, I manipulated his fingers across my sensitive clit.”

“You mean, you were stroking dad’s cock and masturbating yourself with his fingers without him waking up?” I slid my fingers of one hand inside the waistband of her panty and caressed her bushy mound above her slit. Her hips jutted forward as I trailed a finger across her swollen clit.

“Yes!” she gasped again and stretched the waistband downwards, grabbing hold of my throbbing cock. “I stroked him like this and used his fingers the way you are using yours. I felt so damned horny, but I wanted to feel his cock! I wanted to feel his cock against my pussy!”

“You mean you…,” I trembled as she rotated her thumb over my head.

“No, not completely, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see his big fat cock and feel it against my lips. I released him and removed his hand, and then I slid my panties down and straddled him just as I am sitting right now.”

“Do you want to take…them off. I mean…to get naked now?” Her hand never seized stoking my cock.

“Yes…I would like to. If you’re okay with it,” she whispered softly and gave a final squeeze around my solid cock before dismounting me. 

Ingrid took hold of my pants and dragged them slowly across my legs, and flung them across the room. She stared at me briefly and reached for the hem of her slip, which she pulled up slowly until she was free. Her pinkie-thick nipples made her breasts look much larger against the shadowy light. My eyes followed the path from her firm mounds, past her now flat stomach, down to her thighs. Even though her feet were together, I could probably fit at least four fingers below her hanging mound. 

She licked her lips erotically as she started to pull her panties past her hips. She stopped for a brief moment, allowing me to see how they clung to her lubricated lips, and then pulled them completely free. Once naked, she stepped back onto the bed and straddled my waist so that her blonde hairy mound floated a couple of inches above my excited cock. 

I slid my hands up her thighs towards her mound. Before I can reach it, she stopped me.

“Let’s take it slow, Shaun. I don’t want to rush it. I want it to be special. Please, let me control it. I am a little nervous, but I promise you, giving me time, you won’t be disappointed.” Her eyes were almost begging, and then a glint of lust and passion filled them, “We have the whole weekend, let’s take our time.”  

Before I could respond, Ingrid leant forward, scouring her nipples against my hairless chest, keeping her eyes locked to mine, searching, and dissecting what’s hidden deeply within them. She opened her mouth slightly and brushed them lightly against mine. 

“Oh Shaun, I want you so badly, I dreamt about this every day,” she moaned before pushing her tongue between my lips.

I groaned and pulled her hard to my chest, sucking lightly on her snaking tongue, exploring hers with mine. My cock jumped as a cool drop of her moisture dripped on my balls. I felt her lowering her hips, getting closer to my lurching shaft. The unmistaken caress of her long moist bush caused my hips to thrust upwards, begging to feel her heated flesh. I felt my mind go numb as she sank down slowly, feeling her puffy lips engulfing my solid rod. 

“Don’t move, brother! Please don’t move!” Ingrid gasped, “Let’s stay like this for just a while. It feels so good.”

“God, you’re killing me, my horny virgin sister,” I wailed. “Is this what you’ve done to dad?”

 “Yes, I did,” she rasped, “Once I lowered myself on top of him, I pressed his cock against my pussy-lips and onto my clit. He still didn’t wake up and I started to ride against his big cock! It felt so good when it slid across my clit, but I couldn’t kiss him!” 

Ingrid started to kiss me warmly, her body crushed tightly against mine. I ran my hands down her back and pulled against her bottom cheeks. She ground her cunt rhythmically against my cock, enjoying the friction of my shaft sliding back and forth between her lubricated lips. She shook briefly when I traced a finger past her anus. This encouraged her to quicken her rhythm, crushing her sensitive clit against my cock. I felt her juices running over my balls and anus.

Faster we drove against each other, sucking the air greedily from each other. A deep guttural moan burst from within her as a powerful orgasm engulfed of her body. 

“I’m coming Shaun…I’m…coming!” she grunted. She rocked back so hard, the bed started banging loudly against the wall.

The sight of her orgasm pushed me to the edge. I felt the pressure building up inside my balls. “I’m coming too sis, me too! Oh Ingrid…!” Another loud grunt filled the room as grabbed hold of her flesh and forcefully rocked her against my cock. A string of semen spewed warmly between our torsos, mixing with our sweat. 

For a while, none of us dared to move. We just laid there, our bodies trembling, each of us busy with our own thoughts. 

“Oh my god, that felt so good,” Ingrid said finally, “I am glad you’re not drunk or asleep.” She kissed me deeply and wriggled her hips.

“Don’t you worry, I am glad as well,” I hugged her closer; “This has been a very new experience to me. Sex without penetration isn’t that bad after all.” 

Ingrid lifted her head and look into my eyes, “Well, I wouldn’t know, yet. I do hope not for long though.” She bent down and kissed me again, “Better go to sleep, Shaun.” 

She slid over to her side and switched the bedside light off. Her arms and legs snaked around my body and soon we drifted off to darkness, satisfied.

Sometime during the night, I found us lying in a spoon position with my cock nestled warmly between her thighs. I dreamily cupped her breast and kissed her neck softly before drifting back to sleep.


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Part 2

It was quite late in the morning when I woke up to a gentle kiss. When I opened my eyes, I saw Ingrid hovering above me with a towel wrapped around her head and body.

“Morning sleepy-head, time to rise and shine,” she said cheerfully, “Have a shower and come down for breakfast.” Ingrid pinched my nose and walked towards the door, “Oh,” she hesitated, “and don’t get rid of that monster.”

I stared at my waist and saw my hard cock covered in a flaky residue, evidence that last night really happened. I jumped up and went to the bathroom. The shower still ran and the mirrors were all misted up. I stepped under the water and started to soap my body. I jumped as I felt Ingrid’s arms circling me from behind.

“I thought, just maybe you need some help,” she giggled and took hold of my cock. 

“You bet,” I said excitedly and rested my hands against the tiled wall.

She released me briefly to pour some liquid gel into her hand and wrapped her hand around my cock. Slowly she started stroking her hand over my shaft. I groaned again, when I felt her other hand slipping between my thighs to cradle my balls. Slowly and gently, she massaged my rod while squeezing my balls. Without loosing a stroke, she knelt down and ran her tongue across my clenching cheeks.

“God- Ingrid, what are you doing to me,” I moaned.

“Something I wanted to do to you a long time ago. I dreamt about this everyday, you know?” She released my balls and ran a finger across my anus, testing, probing gently. “Turn around, Shaun.”

I turned around as she asked with my cock still in her hand, and leaned against the slippery tiles. 

“You have such a big cock; I want to suck it until you can’t stand it no more,” she hissed. Her other hand snaked back between my legs to massage my sack. “Do you want me to suck you?” she prompted as she inched a fingertip into anus.

“Yes! Yes, suck me, please!” I gasped.

While she kept her fingertip working in my anus, she licked my swollen head, swirling her tongue rapidly around the edge. I felt so close to coming, I had to bang my head against the wall to keep control. Slowly she took me into her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue wriggled back and forth. My hips jerked forward out of its own, forcing her to take more of me.

Rhythmically, she started to bob her head up and down, together with the stroking of her hand. Each time she came up, her finger would dip deeper into my anus, bringing forth unbearable pleasure. Soon she took me deep into her mouth, sucking harder and faster. I knew it was futile to try to hold back. Before I knew, my cock ruptured explosively inside her mouth. She kept on swallowing; some ran out of the corners of her mouth where it collected on her chin. My legs trembled weakly as she sucked the last drop from my cock.

“Wow, that was so tasty,” she grinned and wiped the cloudy liquid of her chin, “I never knew a person can cum so much.”

I pulled her up and kissed her hard, tasting the saltiness of my semen inside her mouth. “That was so good, my little cock-sucking sister. Now I am going to do what I fantasized all along.” I pushed her facing against the tiles.

Ingrid squirmed against the wall when I sucked the back of her neck, pushing her buttocks out against my hips. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked excitedly.

Cupping her breasts firmly, I whispered, “My little darling sister today is the day that you will realize what real pleasure is. Today you will become a woman” I sucked softly on her earlobe and squeezed her breasts. 

Ingrid squealed loudly when I squeezed her nipples. I licked and sucked the flesh along her spine, sinking lower and lower to my knees until I reached her firm white cheeks. “Spread your legs, baby. Let your brother see what you have to offer.” 

Ingrid trembled violently and spread her legs wider; her knuckles were white as she held on to the wall-mounted soap-dish and the faucet for support, jutting her arse out lewdly. “Oh my god!” she cried as I nibbled the slippery flesh of her cheeks.

Her pouted hairy-lips hung proudly between her widened thighs. My cock rose instantly as I inhaled the distinctive, sweet, muskiness of her expelled womanly-juices. 

Her head swung uncontrollably when I cupped her hairy-mound. She bucked erratically as I ran my tongue along the cleft of her arse, teasing the rim lightly around her puckered anus. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched in confusion by this unknown sensation she’d never experienced before. She felt a tight throbbing deep inside her pussy, begging for release. 

“What are you doing to me, Shaun!” she wailed again as I probed her anus with my tongue. 

Her hips rocked back and forth, try to force her virgin lips against my palm. Gently, I circled her swollen clit with my fingers, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her anus. “Oh, god yes! Faster please, faster!” she moaned. She held on with one hand while she squeezed her nipples with the other.

I worked my tongue faster inside her anus as I increased the speed against her clit. Ingrid stiffened briefly when I probed the entrance to her vagina. I continued my onslaught inside her anus and against her throbbing clit. Deeper my thumb went, until it could go no more. She bucked desperately, feeling the unbearable invasion in both orifices, igniting every pleasurable nerve throughout her taught body. 

Her body was about to explode, but she wanted more; she craved for more. Whatever it is, she wanted it strong and hard. She didn’t care if it was painful; she wanted pain!

“Shaun…fuck me! I want you to…fuck me! Now…please…I want to feel your cock inside of me!” 

I stood up and positioned myself behind her jutted hips. Grabbing my cock, I ran it between her soaking lips. With slight pressure, I placed my swollen head against the entrance of her vagina. 

Ingrid pushed back carefully, feeling her lips stretching against my thick head. Gently, I pushed forward. She gasped as my mushroomed head slid past the narrow entrance. Slowly and gently, she started to rotate her hips, pushing back more and more. She felt so completely filled up. Her thoughts ran wild with the visions of her brother’s big fat cock inside of her, stretching the walls of her cunt to the limit. She felt his head pushing against her hymen. 

“Oh, my dearest brothers, almost there, just wait a second…almost there,” she gasped. “Take me Shaun! Take me now!” she demanded.

With a controlled lunge, I slid into her, tearing the thin membrane within her hot contracting tunnel. Ingrid cried out loudly, clamping the walls of her cunt against my shaft. A trickle of blood ran down her thighs, mixing with the shower water.

The brief searing pain was rapidly replaced by another sensation, an emotion she’d never experienced before. The knowledge of her brother’s big cock inside her cunt made her feel delirious. Slowly, she started to rotate her hips, feeling the electrifying friction running amok deep inside her womb. 

I pulled my cock out slowly with my head barely inside her. My own body shook uncontrollably as I slid into her tight cunt. The walls of her cunt gripped against my shaft, sucking against it as I pulled back again. In a slow rhythm, I reamed my rod inside of her, making circular motions with my hips to get her accustomed to thick cock. Every fifth time, I would pull out and plunge into her, making her squeal above the sound of the cascading water. I felt my head spin as I tried to keep myself from blowing my load. 

“Don’t wait, Shaun! You can fuck me now! Fuck your little sister’s tight cunt! Come-on, fuck me harder!” she shouted excitedly.

I started ramming her with increased force, plunging my cock up to the hilt against her, my balls slapping audibly against her clit. I felt an impending pressure surging from my cock to my arse and grabbed onto the flesh of her hips, pulling her with force against me, impaling her on my shaft. 

“Yes! Fuck me Shaun, fuck me good!” Ingrid found her clit and rubbed it feverishly. Her legs shook uncontrollably at the force of being fucked. She could barely stay standing from the sensation it brought forth within her core. She felt a raging storm building up from deep inside her womb, growing strongly as it reached saturation point. Her head flung back when she felt a finger slipping into her anus, causing her to erupt explosively. She heard a scream, long and unnaturally; her body shook as waves of muscle seizures rendered her paralyzed, leaving her unable to move or breathe.  

I felt Ingrid’s cunt walls gripping me like a vice. She arched her back, lifting her waist higher in the air with her shoulders lowered. I pumped into her rapidly and eased my thumb into her anus. She started to scream. I knew my cock was sliding over her g-spot. The feeling of her tightness engulfing my cock brought me to the peak of my own climax. I felt my cock pulsate, once, twice, and then a volcanic eruption took over my body, spewing forth my hot lava into the depths of her tunnel. 

It took all my will to keep on pumping. Ingrid, unable to hold herself up, had placed her hands on the ground to support her weakened body. Another orgasm shook her as she felt a warm liquid coating the inside of her cunt. 

Finally, we sank to our knees and for a long time, we remained where we were, both resting and trembling sporadically while the water washed over our spent bodies. 

“What the fuck is going on here!” 

I jerked my head to the side and felt my heart skip a couple of beats. With her hands on her hips, I stared at the shocked face of the most beautiful redhead I’ve ever seen.

“Oh shit…Samantha!” I heard Ingrid’s surprised voice.

To be continued…



Coming Home Ch. 02



When I woke next morning the sun was streaming in through the window and it was eleven. I was famished. I looked at myself, naked and sticky and wondered for a minute if it had all been a dream. I got up from the bed and stretched and saw the patches on the bed sheet. Got I had spewed a copious amount, I looked out of the window and I saw mom and Liza getting out of the pool, both naked. I smiled. So it had all been real. I opened the window and called out.

"Hey gals, what does one have to do to get food here, I am famished."

Liza laughed and answered back. "Take a shower and come down bro, we will have something ready for you."

I took a nice cold shower, feeling clean and nice I put on a loose T-shirt and a shorts. I went down to the smell of bacon frying. 

"Yo, mother fucker." Said my brother.

"Hi sister fucker." Said my sister.

I laughed at the impossible truth in their words. Mom put a plate with bacon and eggs before me. Both were wearing T-shirts, the long knee length ones and I could tell they were not wearing anything underneath.

My cock began to harden at the though. I was too hungry to do anything about it though and wiped off the plate before me. After a huge cup of coffee and a burp I leaned back on the chair and smiled at my two gorgeous girls. "So what is cards?"

"Fuck, fuck and more fuck." My sister declared. My mom echoed the words.

"Hell, girls, even with my horny libido there is only so much I can fuck."

"Okay then, let us go to the lake and we watch men and women and you tell us which one you like to fuck and we will tell which men and what we would do to them." My sister had an imaginative mind. 

"I will prepare a picnic lunch then." My mother sealed the decision.

We had a great afternoon. I saw a few chicks I would have loved fucking, a couple of blondes, a couple of brunettes and a redhead. I specially drooled over a Latino chick whose ass seemed just so juicy. I told them that the Latino was made for anal fucking.

Liza saw my hardon and laughed. "Oh my, Jack likes a good ass. Mom, beware, your ass is on the line one of these days."

Mom laughed. "Sure honey. If you promise to be gentle I might even let you. God, how long since I had it anal. sixteen years or so."

Liza liked a black hunk who seemed was like he was practicing for Mr Universe contest. Mom was a little more conservative in her tastes, though she too went for the younger ones.

We walked about and had early dinner at a nice Indian restaurant. The Tandoori Chicken was spicy hot and made us all sweat. The cool beers were a great help. We walked about some more. Nodding to friends and saying hi to some and stooped to inquire about them and their family with some others. This was a small town and we virtually knew everybody.

We reached home and decided it was warm enough to go for a dip in the pool. We dumped our clothes and jumped in. It felt much better after that and we went in sat nude on the couch watching the television. I was looking at my mom and feeling the heat rise up again. She saw my rising cock and said. "Liza, we got a hot rod that needs attention." With that she bent and started to suck my cock. Liza came closer and started kissing me and then holding her tits she offered one then the other nipple to suck and tease. 

I sought and found my baby sister's pussy, wet already and finger fucked her, my middle and third finger in her tight pussy while my thumb played with her clitoris. She began to come and flood my hands with her juice. 

"Liza your turn to suck while I bring mom off." They changed places. Liza was not an expert at cock sucking as mom was, one could immediately. "Mom, you have not taught Liza how to give a good head." I said between sucking the two thick nipples.

She was as wet as Liza and the slightest touching of her clitoris was making her come. I took the finger and brought it to mom's lips to suck. She licked her juice from the finger greedily. 

I was time for me to fuck and get a good piece of action. "Mom, it is your turn to be Liza today. Go down on her while I fuck you from behind."

Liza sprawled on the carpet as mom took her position between his legs. Mom, I could tell was a good pussy licker too from the way she got Liza to come. I aimed at the half open pussy lips and started hammering, my thumb massaging her ass hole. I dug the thumb into her ass and she squealed and began to push herself at me harder. I was enjoying the tight feeling of her ass around my finger, slowly thrusting it in and out. But I was near to coming and I don't like to waste good cum. It has to either go into some throat or some pussy.

I removed my thumb from her ass, dipped my finger with the slick juice from her pussy and put first one finger then another into her ass as I began pounding her for the final lap. She had given up licking Liza's pussy now and with her head on the crotch was moaning. I was coming.

"Oh yeah, Mom, my own personal slut mom. You like being fucked by your son, huh mom? Take your son's cock and squeeze it dry, oh yeah..."

"Fuck me son. Fuck me baby." And then we came together. I stayed inside her till the cock began to turn soft.

Later I said: "Mom, your ass could take two fingers, I am sure with a little bit of jelly it would take my cock too. What say you that we dedicate the rest of the night for ass. You and Liza."

"I don't think I could take that monster in there Jack."

"That's what you feel now sweetheart. After a little finger fucking and a lot of lubricant it will take a horse in. Go bring back some KY Jelly."

Liza came back with a tube of KY and three cans of beer. We rested for a a while, drinking the cold beer and replenishing the lost water. We decided then that mom's bedroom would be more comfortable with its large bed and air conditioning.

I lay on the bed, Liza came over on top of me and we began to kiss. I held her off for a minute to tell mom to start working on Liza's ass with her fingers. I wanted my sisters ass tonight. Mom got to her job with pleasure. I first felt Liza stiffen as mom's finger invaded her puckered hole and then slowly as I kissed her told her to relax she began to enjoy it and moan. The kissing was getting me hard too. 

"Mom, let me take over. You go and watch me fuck your daughter and wait your turn."

I asked Liza to go on all fours and took my position behind her. I slid my cock into her heavenly tight cunt and started to slow fuck her while my finger probed her anal opening. Soon I was fucking her steadily with two finger moving in and out of her ass quite easily. When I got three finger she squealed and then slowly relaxed. I knew it was time. I opened her hole with two fingers and squeezed more KY into it. 

I placed my cock on the opening and pushed, The head went in and I stood still as she writhed in pain. As the pain slowly subsided and pleasure replaced it I began to slide more of my cock into her. She was now enjoying it. I slow fucked her. Her ass hole gripping my cock in a strangle hold. I slow fucked her and she said. "Faster Jack and harder."

I began to fuck harder. Mom slid down under her and began to suck at her clit. This set off Liza into a frenzy of orgasm, she screamed like a banshee and I went wild with sadistic lust as I fucked her harder and harder. 

When I came into her she was already like a crazed women, shouting and mumbling and drooling.

* * *

My stay for the week was the most wonderful one. I was drained off every single drop of semen my body could produce. I was fucking like mad. It was a teenager's heaven.

I remembered one conversation during one of the sessions while I was ass fucking mom and Liza had got a life like dildo and was fucking mom's pussy with it when she told about her fantasy of being gang fucked by several men. With a cock each in her ass, pussy and mouth and other waiting to replace as soon as one was spent. She wanted to feel her every crevice filled with semen and fucked all night long till her body could stand it anymore.

I wondered if I could make that fantasy come true. I had enough friends who were definitely well endowed and horny. I could easily persuade them - hell I could even get them to pay me for it - to fuck mom. The only thing was how to maintain her identity a secret. I would want to go around even among friends that it was my mom.

I had to think of some way. I had to have my mom's fantasy come true. And while I was at that, I might even add some variety to it with some black cocks too.

I reached my room and started immediately to make a list of boys I could get into the act. All possible ones and trim the list to nine. Three for each act while the two batch waited getting ready.

I knew I had some hot steamy time ahead.



Coming Home Ch. 02



Having enjoyed such wonderful sex with John, Paul and his mother decided to pay him a visit the next afternoon. He only lived a few minutes walk away. They didn't know if more erotic experiences awaited them, but they were ready to return the favours John had shown them. Paul could remember it all now, being caught by John as his mother sucked him off; John rimming him and tongue-fucking his asshole, then showing him the true pleasures of man on man sex by taking his anal virginity, while he came in his mother's mouth; letting him suck on John's cock and swallow John's cum while he fucked his mother; then enjoying a double penetration inside his mother. Paul was staying at his mother's for another two days. What adventures awaited them?

Paul banged on the front door and a few moments later, there was John, standing in a T-shirt and shorts. He must have been working out, as Paul could see patches of sweat on his torso. John's face brightened immediately on seeing them.

"Come in, come in, it's lovely to see you both," he said. He ushered them in, gently slapping both Paul and his mother on the ass as they went past.

"Come and meet my wife Julie." John gestured into the living room. "And my son Jake."

Julie was tall and beautiful with long blonde hair reaching halfway down her back and shapely legs. She must have been around 40, and Paul's cock stirred as he eyed her up and down.

Jake was also tall, about Paul's height but thicker set. He must have spent some time working out. Paul reckoned he was a few years younger than his own 25 years. Paul shook his hand and the too exchanged warm smiles.

Everyone sat down again, Paul next to Jake, Julie next to Paul's mother, and John on the floor. They all began to chat.

"So Paul," said Julie, "John's been telling me how he spent yesterday morning." She was grinning broadly. Lord was she beautiful. 

As his mind cast back once again to the events of the previous day, Paul's cock hardened further in his pants. All of a sudden Paul felt a hand on his crotch.

"Need some help with that." Paul looked across to see Jake smiling at him.

"Don't worry," said Jake. "I'm not gay or bi or anything. Sometimes it's good to have someone else beat you off." With that, Jake unzipped Paul's fly and released his straining cockmeat. Paul was a little embarrassed. After all, he had only just met Jake and Julie. But he noticed that Julie had her eyes fixed on his crotch too. Jake began to stroke him up and down, all the while smiling at Paul.

"You can do me too if you want." Jake unzipped his own fly with his free hand and pulled his shorts and underwear down his muscular legs. Paul watched as Jake's member sprang free. It was already semi-hard. Reaching across, Paul grasped it in his fist and began to pump it to its full erection. 

"Ohhh yesss, that feels good Paul. Keep going." The two men continued to stroke each other. 

On the floor, John had also dropped his shorts and pants to reveal his thick 8 incher. Standing, he walked over to Paul's mother and reached out to pull her head towards him. She didn't resist. Her lips closed over his cockhead and sank down his shaft. John began to fuck her mouth, thrusting back and forth. Julie was the last to join in. She reached down, hitched up her skirt and began to rub herself between her legs, through her panties.

All of this was making Paul even more horny, and his fully erect cock jerked and pulsed in Jake's fingers. Jake paused his stroking action and looked Paul in the eye.

"You know what's also good for straight guys to do." Before Paul could reply, Jake had leaned over and taken Paul's cockhead right into his mouth. Paul gasped. He loved being sucked, but he had never had a man do it before. Of course he had sucked John's cock, but John hadn't returned the favour. Jake's mouth felt so warm and wet over his thick shaft.

"Mmmmmlll, mmmshhll," Jake bobbed up and down on Paul's prick, his mouth dribbling wet saliva all over it. Paul threw back his head and sighed with pleasure. He thought about what he was letting Jake do. Paul certainly didn't find Jake attractive in the way that he did a beautiful woman, but he was willing to enjoy the pleasures that, he realized, only men can give each other.

"Ohhh, yeeah, it feels so good Jake. Suck me deep." To his slight dismay, Jake removed his mouth from Paul's member, and sat up.

"Let's 69," Jake said.

Paul nodded ok, taking another step down this new road. After all, two men in a 69 must be gay or bi, or something very close to it. Or was it simply the lust of the moment? Anyway he was still straight, just enjoying some new ways of making love. The thought of a 69 with another man sent waves of excitement and trepidation through Paul's body, and he lay back on the sofa, as Jake crawled over the top of him until his mouth was level with Paul's stiff prick, and his groin with Paul's mouth. Lowering himself, he took Paul into his mouth again, while Paul opened his mouth wide, and eagerly swallowed Jake's thickness. The two of them licked and sucked and swirled their tongues over and around each other's manhood.

Meanwhile, Julie had stripped off completely and was pulling off Paul's mother's dress and panties, even while John was continuing to fuck her mouth. No sooner were her panties off, then Julie dived towards his mama's pussy, licking and sucking and tasting all the sweet wetness that was oozing from it.

"Oh mmmmm," moaned Paul's mother through her mouthful of stiff prick. Then John pulled out, deciding to leave the two ladies to enjoy each other. 

John turned towards Jake and Paul, watching the two men enjoy their 69 for a few moments. Then he moved towards his own son's upturned ass, grabbed Jake's cheeks in both hands, and started to rim him. Paul could see this happening above his own head, and he almost couldn't believe it. It turned him on even more, watching John lick Jake's asshole, and then begin to thrust in and out with his tongue, beginning to open Jake up. Now there were three men, enjoying each other without restraint. Paul continued to suck on Jake's cock as John stood and placed the tip of his own meat against Jake's hole, and pushed. Jake groaned, but he was clearly loose enough, as he didn't cry out. Paul watched John's 8 inches slide smoothly and sweetly into his own son, and enjoyed the beautiful view. Perhaps he did now consider ass fucking to be a beautiful thing.

"He has a hot mouth, as you already know," John said, looking down at Paul. "Why don't we give him our meat from both ends. Paul released Jake's cock from his mouth and swivelled round, gently easing his own cock from Jake's mouth. Then he stood by Jake's head and fed him his cock once more, gripping Jake's head as he did so. Jake was being well and truly buggered by his father, but he still managed to suck hard on Paul's meaty prick. Paul looked along the length of Jake's back at John's naked torso, pumping hard back and forth. Then he looked across the room to see his mother in a 69 with Julie. They were both naked and licking each other's pussy for all they were worth. All of a sudden, John quickened his thrusts, then cried out and shot his load deep into Jake's asshole. Jake wriggled in enjoyment as he felt the warm liquid fill him deep inside his bowels. 

"Why don't you take over?" asked John, as he regained his composure. "It feels so good to fuck his ass. It's another pleasure I'm sure you will enjoy."

This was something that Paul hadn't tried yet, and he pulled his prick from Jake's mouth, leaned over and said to him:

"Let me fuck your ass."

Jake nodded and moaned, and Paul walked around behind him as John moved out of the way. Paul could see that Jake's asshole was already well stretched out, and cum was running out of it and down Jake's balls, thighs and calves. 

"Go on, he's well lubed up," said John lustily. Indeed he was, and Paul wasted no time, placing his cockhead at the entrance to Jake's cum-drenched asshole and pushing in easily. Paul could feel John's cum sloshing around inside Jake's rectum as he managed to slide all the way into to his crotch. He held himself inside Jake for a moment, savouring the feeling. Then he pulled all the way out to the tip, and thrust back in again, beginning to get into a smooth rhythm. Out and in. Out and in. It felt too good to stop.

"Unnngh. Unnngh. Unnnnnnngh," yelled Paul. John slapped him on the ass. 

"I knew you'd love it. Now you're one of us. You're not gay or bi, you're just a straight man who enjoys fucking other men. You can't argue with the pleasures you receive."

Paul couldn't disagree. John was very persuasive in matters of sexuality. And Paul was loving the feeling Jake's smooth fuck tunnel was giving his cock as he pumped back and forth. As he quickened his pace, he felt something on his own butt; something warm; pushing inside his own anus, probing him, penetrating his hole. He squirmed in delight as he realized that John was going to fuck him at the same time as he did Jake. He felt a pair of warm, strong hands around his waist, holding him firmly.

"Just take it easy, and enjoy my prick the way you did yesterday," John whispered in his ear. Paul had certainly enjoyed yesterday's ass-fucking, after a little initial reluctance, and he was game for more of the same pleasure.

Paul thrust his hips back and forth and John kept in time with his rhythm. With every forward motion, his dick slid into Jake deeply, and his ass slid off John, leaving it empty and hungry to be filled. With every backward thrust, he withdrew from Jake and John filled him completely. At this rate, he would come any minute. And so he did.

"Aaaaaaah, fuck me, oh yessss, so good, oh Jake, oh John it feels so tight, I'm so full up, oh lord yessss." Paul pushed deeply into Jake and released his load, spraying it up into Jake's backside. He could feel his anus contracting around John's cock, and this sent John over the edge, who came immediately as well, filling Paul's ass with his seed, driving his shaft deeper inside, giving Paul all of it. Paul realized that Jake hadn't come yet, and he reached round and grabbed his throbbing meat, pumping it rapidly. It didn't take long. Jake groaned and spurted his load all over the sofa, coming again and again.

Just as the men had cried out together, so then the women brought each other to climax, as they licked and sucked the juices from each other. The five of them rolled onto the floor.

The sight of Julie's naked body was making Paul hard again. He knew he had to have her. With one quick movement, he was on top of her, sliding his manmeat inside her delicious quim.

"That's it," cried John. "Fuck my wife. We all can." John motioned to Jake who moved his groin over his mother's face, and fed her his own cock.

"Let me take her in the ass," John said to Paul, who obliged, rolling over onto his back and pulling Julie on top of him, readjusting and pushing back into her once more. She groaned as her husband crawled on top of her, placed his cock at the entrance to her shithole and pushed quickly in. Julie groaned. She was now filled in every hole. Paul was fucking in and out of her slimy pussy, John was building up a rhythm in her ass, and Jake was fucking her mouth. 

"Mmmmffff. Mmmff." That was the only noise Julie could make, but Paul knew she was enjoying the onslaught.

"Ahhhh, I love my wife, she's such a good fuck," John shouted out. 

Paul's mother was the only one left out for the moment. But she wasted no time. Straddling her son's head she lowered her asshole towards his mouth, at the same time offering her sweet cunt to Julie. Paul thrust his tongue upwards to meet her, running it around her tight hole, before pushing it inside her. Julie paused to release Jake's cock before starting to lick up and down Paul's mother's mound, pausing to flick over her clit, then burying her own tongue inside this beautiful woman. 

Paul thrust deeper into Julie's cunt.

John grabbed his wife's asscheeks as he buried his tool inside her dirty entrance.

Jake pushed his hips urgently towards his own mama's mouth and she took his cock in again once more, sliding her tongue around the rim of his prick.

Paul's mother moaned as she ground her succulent ass down onto her son's tongue.

The five of them fucked each other royally, lost to the delicious pleasures they were experiencing.

John instructed Paul and Jake: "I want you to all come in Julie. She loves being filled with our juices."

They were all getting close. Paul picked up the pace of his thrusts, enjoying the soft wetness of Julie's cunt. Then he was crying out as he came inside her, shooting his second load of the day deep into her. The pulsing of Paul's cock was felt by John in her asshole, and he unloaded into the depths of her rectum. 

"Oooooh, cum in me, my husband, that's it," groaned Julie. Only Jake was left. Before he could spray his own load into her mouth, Paul's mother started to moan, and she came, her anus contracting around her son's invading tongue, her love juices running down her pussy lips onto Julie's face. 

Jake fucked his mother's mouth harder. Julie sucked him a little deeper, until she was almost gagging. 

"I'm not gonna hold on much longer," cried out Jake. "Raaaaaaggghhh, fuck yesss. I'm coming in my mama's hot mouth." And truly he was, his milky seed spurting against the back of her throat. 

"That's it, my love, swallow your son's cum juices, all the way," coaxed John, still recovering from his own orgasm. Julie swallowed it all down as fast as she could.

Then the five lovers rolled away from each other and lay on the floor, panting and getting their breath back. 

What an orgy it had been, with all combinations of love-making witnessed! Straight and well-endowed men had sucked and fucked each other to completion, women had tongued each other to the brink of ecstasy. And in one final motion, Julie had been filled with the sticky load from three stiff cocks, one in each of her holes. 

The atmosphere was heavy with the smell of cum and sweat and the five of them exchanged weary but satisfied glances. Mmmm, there would be more to come.



Coming Home Ch. 02



Kerri awoke early in her father's bed. She opened one eye and peered at the ancient digital clock on the nightstand. 7:15. Her father slept next to her, turned on his side facing the wall, each deep breath punctuated with a short, rumbling snore.

She lay there for a while, remembering crawling into her parents' bed as a little girl, curling up with her father and feeling safe and warm, curling up next to him as he slept, usually before deciding to jump on his stomach and brutally awaken him with demands for breakfast. This was nothing like that, of course, but the feeling of safety and calm was still there, a distant echo of what felt like another lifetime.

Kerri considered waking him, perhaps with something pleasurable enough to make up for all those years of early childhood mornings, but decided against it at the last moment. She fetched her clothes, left the bedroom, and padded naked downstairs to the first floor bathroom, where she took a long shower and washed her hair. She donned a fresh long-sleeved purple sweater and some jeans -- the mornings were still quite chilly up here -- and made herself some tea.

The pale sun had just crested the mountains as she took her tea out to the porch and sat in the creaky old porch swing. She put her feet up on the railing and thought about the previous night.

Her father had taken her to bed after their conversation -- literally carried her up the stairs, her arms around his neck, his strong hands holding her close to him. He had removed her dress -- there wasn't much clothing for her to lose, of course, she'd thought ahead on that one -- and then let her undress him, which she was all too happy to do.

For the first time since her arrival, he'd treated her like a lover -- taking his time, exploring her body with his hands, kissing every bare inch of her body until she felt like she might go crazy with desire. Their encounter in the barn had been raw and rushed, almost desperate, as if she could feel her father fighting with his own lust and slowly losing. She'd felt none of that last night -- only mutual desire and an eagerness to please, for both of them. In short, it had been what she'd hoped for the first time around, when she'd daydreamed of this weekend in the darkness of her dorm room, silently confessing her thoughts to herself.

Her father had been sweet, and passionate, and most of all, hadn't treated her like she was still "his little girl," or some fragile doll that he would break if he treated her too roughly. He'd still been gentle, maybe even a little hesitant, but Kerri had begun to detect a hint of what he was capable of -- he'd tossed her around the bed a little at the end, not too rough, but just enough to make her curious and a little eager.

She had the bulk of the weekend left. The next step, she decided, was to see how far she could push him. She'd gotten him to admit that he wanted her -- that in itself was enormous, and the one wall she'd been afraid of hitting and shattering their relationship into bitter shards. But now that he had confessed his carnal feelings for her -- verbally and physically -- she felt she could afford to bring a little mischief into play.

Plans began to unravel in her mind, making her heart race a little, and she burned her tongue a little on the hot tea. A weekend like this may never come again -- she planned to wrestle every delicious moment from it that she could. 

# # #

Kerri finished her tea and, on impulse, decided to make breakfast. She opened the fridge with some trepidation, wondering if her dad had reverted to a bachelor's diet in his solitude, but she found the fridge stocked with food -- probably in anticipation of her arrival. She put on some coffee, chopped up some ham and peppers, and started making omelets.

Dad wandered downstairs almost as soon as the smell of the freshly-ground coffee began wafting through the house. His hair was a little unkempt, and she was pleased to see he'd grown a little more stubble overnight, but he looked happy.

"Oh my god, you're cooking," he said. "Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter?"

"You caught me," she said, pouring him some juice. "Your daughter joined a convent a while back. I'm her filthy, degenerate doppelganger."

"Doppel-what now?"

"It's called a vocabulary, dad," she teased, throwing in a little of the sarcastic drawl she'd been so overly fond of as a teenager. "God."

"Well, excuse me, miss college," he said, pulled her into a rough hug from behind, and kissed her cheek. She grinned.

"Go sit down," she commanded. "You can manhandle me later."

"I plan to," he said, and went to sit down at the table. She plated the food for both of them and set them on the table.

"So what's the plan for today?" she asked as she sat opposite him.

"Much as I would love to just stay in all day," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "I need to run into town. My reciprocal saw died on me, I need to get a new one."

"Oh." Memories came to mind of tagging along with her father at the hardware store for what seemed like hours, bored out of her skull.

"I know how much you used to love the hardware store," he said.

"Uh-huh," she answered, and then glanced up at him. He was smiling at her. "Oh, I see, that's sarcasm."

"Yes, your favorite. So, you're welcome to come along if you want, or you can just hang around here until I get back."

"Did you get satellite TV yet?" she asked.

"No, Kerri," he said with the patience of a parent answering a question for the hundredth time.

She sighed. "Isn't it like an hour into town?"

"An hour twenty. But I need to do it today. They're closed Sunday and Monday's a holiday." He picked at the omelet with his fork. "What are these green things?"

"Peppers, dad."

"So, you're looking out for my health now?"

"Someone's got to. Anyway, you bought them."

"Yeah, I bought them for my hippie vegetarian daughter."

"Oh my god," she said. "That was one year when I was like thirteen. You're never going to get over that."

"'Meat is murder, dad,'" he said in an angry, squeaking falsetto, and she threw half a cut strawberry at him.

"I think I've proven I'm a meat-eater," she said, and then snapped her mouth shut. He gave her a knowing look.

"Go ahead," she said. "Get it out of your system."

"I didn't say anything," he said, his face a careful blank.

"That was unintentional."

"What was? I heard you. You love the meat."

She rolled her eyes at him. "You are so lame."

"That's the daughter I know and love," he said, and drank his juice. "So do you want to come to town with me or not?"

She shrugged. "Sure. Just let me change."

"Huh?" he said around a mouthful of egg. "You just got dressed an hour ago. Why do you need to change?"

"There's the father I know and love," she said in a singsong as she got up and moved toward her bedroom. He took a swat at her ass as she went by, and she yelped.

# # #

Kerri knew the weather this time of year all too well -- it was cool now, but the heat was already rising and it would be nice and hot by midday. That in mind, she changed into a low-cut tank top and a belted skirt that ended well enough at the knee -- long enough to not be scandalous, but short enough to draw some attention. She briefly entertained the notion of leaving behind her underwear, but decided not to push her luck that far just yet.

He was already waiting in the battered old red truck when she emerged from the house. The interior smelled like old cigarettes and engine oil -- oddly familiar and comforting smells. As she hopped up beside him and belted herself in, he looked her up and down.

"You didn't finish dressing," he said.

She grinned. "Shut up, dad."

He nodded his head at her shoes. "Are you going to be able to walk in those?"

"What, you don't like my heels?" She braced her foot against the dash, letting her skirt ride up to show off her leg. "They're awesome."

He took her ankle and pushed her foot back down brusquely. "Kerri, you need to be on your good behavior while we're in town. I know people here, okay? I don't need any tongues wagging."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, widening her eyes and giving him a guileless look. She shrugged her shoulders, deliberately coaxing one of the straps of her top down over her arm.

He gave her a stern look. "I mean it," he said. "Good behavior."

"Well, what if this is my good behavior?" she asked.

"Kerri..." she heard the note of exasperation in his voice and found it made her more amused than contrite.

"Yes, daddy," she said, her voice teasing. "I promise I'll be good."

He shook his head, clearly not convinced, and she burst into giggles as he started the truck.

# # #

The ride into town was every bit as boring as she'd remembered it being. The local radio station, it seemed, still only played country music from somewhere in the Triassic period, and once they reached the base of the mountain road, there was little to look at but endless fields and the occasional cow. Kerri soon found herself counting telephone poles.

Forty minutes in, she idly wondered how her father would react if she unbuckled her seat belt and tried to blow him while he was driving. She had no real intention of trying it -- newly acknowledged carnal lust or not, she knew from experience his feelings on auto safety were not to be meddled with -- but the thought of it kept her amused the rest of the way to town.

The town itself was also much as she had remembered it -- mostly one long, dreary main street, lined with broken-down strip malls and local shops with signs fully thirty years old. She was shocked at the number of places from her childhood that were still open.

The hardware store was the same, too; a grim-looking brick facade with a massive metal sign that read HENRY'S in rust-pitted letters six feet high. But across the street stood a massive box store with a parking lot almost an entire block wide. As they pulled in, Kerri counted perhaps half a dozen cars in the Henry's lot.

"When did they build that thing?" she asked, pointing across the street.

"About a year ago," he said. "A lot of locals are pissed about that. Especially Henry. It's pretty sucked up all the local customers."

"I can imagine."

The inside of Henry's was cavernous and cold. Some of the aisles sprawled wide enough to drive a car through, others so narrow that two people could barely stand abreast of one another. Her father grabbed a cart and gave it to her to push. Within minutes, she'd begun to regret her skimpy outfit a little -- the air conditioning pumped out cold air full-blast, and she had goosebumps running up both arms. Her dad, having apparently changed very little over the years, took a meandering route through the store, browsing through the shelves, examining tools and pieces of equipment she knew he neither needed nor wanted. When it came to hardware, her father shopped like a girl.

The store really was all but abandoned. While her father browsed, she counted less than five people in the store at all -- a bored-looking checkout girl, a single service clerk, and a couple of old guys mooning over lawnmower parts.

Boredom set in quickly, and when her father lingered for over fifteen minutes over a set of drill bits, Kerri decided to amuse herself by wandering off to flirt with the awkward-looking clerk in the bathroom fixtures aisle. She asked him about shower heads while letting him look down her shirt, flipping her hair and giggling like she had an IQ in the low double digits.

She was just gearing up to disingenuously ask for his when her father appeared and took her by the arm.

"Excuse us, please," he growled, and all but dragged her back to the cart.

"Oh, okay. Bye," Kerri said, stumbling a bit on her heels and waving to the crushed-looking clerk as they departed.

When they reached the cart -- this was one of those narrow aisles -- he loomed over her sternly. "I thought I told you to behave," he said.

"I was just talking to him," Kerri said, making sure to look guilty enough to make the lie wholly transparent.

"You know very well what you were up to."

"What, I can't flirt with a guy?"

"I know that kid's father," he said.

"Oh yeah? Is his father hot?"

Her father gave a strangled sound that was part laughter, part exasperated groan. "Seriously, knock it off," he said, closing a hand around her upper arm and pushing her back against the thick metal pillar that ran up the side of the shelf. It wasn't near hard enough to hurt, but it was a move she remembered clearly from her younger years -- the old stand-here-and-don't-touch-anything routine.

She caught her breath and responded by taking hold of his shirt and pulling him forward. She had forgotten how small she was compared to him -- standing next to him, the top of her head didn't even come up to his chin. She took his free hand in hers -- the one that wasn't holding her arm -- and pulled it toward her, slipping it up under her top, cupping it around her breast. He tensed instantly.

"Kerri, not here," he said, trying to sound stern, but didn't pull away. "There are people."

"There's nobody in here," she said. She could feel her heart pounding under the warmth of his hand. "Nobody's going to see." She placed her hand over his through the thin cloth of her top, squeezing.

"Seriously, Kerri," he said, gently but firmly pulling his hand away. She made a disappointed little noise and straightened her top.

"'Seriously,'" she mocked gently, giving him a crooked grin. "Relax, dad."

He picked something off a shelf, seemingly at random, and dropped it in the cart. "Don't make me regret bringing you here," he said.

"Oh, don't worry," she said, putting her hands behind her back girlishly. "You won't regret it."

# # #

After that, her father moved a little more expediently through the store. Determined not to let him off the hook so easily, she followed closely, standing as close to him as possible whenever he stopped, holding onto his arm and brushing her breasts against him. He had grown silent and a little distant again -- but not out of anger. She knew his angry face, and he wasn't wearing it now. He was trying very hard not to get turned on by his daughter in public. The thought pleased her immensely.

She tried to be careful to be slightly more demure in the presence of the few other people they ran into, but she earned at least one dirty look from a wizened old lady buying flowerpots, who probably thought she was dressed like a whore.

Finally, they came to the saws, ostensibly the entire reason for their visit. As they reached the shelf, her father's shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"Fuck," he muttered. "They don't have the model I need."

She crinkled her nose. "Really?" There seemed to be two dozen different kinds of saws, all of them looking pretty much the same to her.

"I'm going to ask somebody," he said, and stalked off. She fell in behind him, leaving the cart behind.

They wandered the empty aisles until her dad spotted an older man with a clipboard. "Hey, Rich," he called out. Rich nodded and waved.

"What's up, Steve?" They shook hands, and then Rich's gaze traveled over to her. She watched him give her a very quick, but deliberate, once-over.

"Rich, this is my daughter, Kerri. She's visiting for the weekend."

"Hey, Rich," she said, and smiled at him, putting her shoulders back and biting her lip as she made eye contact with him.

"Uh, it's... nice to meet you," he said, suddenly uncomfortable. "Your dad talks about you a lot. So, what can I do for you, buddy?"

"I was wondering if you had the Makita reciprocal saws in stock. There's none on the shelf."

"Which model?"

"The cordless."

Rich furrowed his brow. "Yeah, I think we have one in the back, actually."

"Think you could get it for me? Mine shit the bed."

Rich scratched his temple. "Yeah, you know what -- I have to get this exchange taken care of up front -- why don't you just go back there? You know where we keep them."

"It's okay, I can wait," Steve said.

"Nah, go ahead," Rich said. "Nobody's in receiving today. Nobody'll care. I have to run this up, Steve, I'll see you later. Nice meeting you, Kerri." He gave her another glance as he moved away.

"Bye, Rich," she said, throwing as much honey into her voice as she dared.

"Oh my god," her dad said in a fierce whisper, putting a hand on his forehead. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Kerri, you just eye-fucked my poker buddy right in front of me," he said.

Her jaw dropped. "I did not!"

"Come on," he said. "We're getting my saw and getting the hell out of here."

As he made for the back room, she kept pace beside him, her hands behind her back innocently. "So is he that clerk's dad? The one that you know?"

"Yes," he said.

"Is he single?"

"Which one?"

"Either of them."

"Jesus Christ," he said. "Are you deliberately trying to aggravate me?"

"Is it working?" She grinned.

"Yes."

"Good," she said. His look told her that she was in trouble -- if she was lucky, the kind of trouble she wanted.

# # #

They walked through the broad double doors to the back room, which was only a bit less cavernous than the rest of the store. It was a touch warmer here, and heavy metal shelving units held jumbled stacks of boxes and crates on every side. The only sound was the loud hum of the air conditioning.

Kerri followed her father through the winding maze of shelves, looking over her shoulder as they went, looking for any sign of life. There was no one else back here.

Finally, he came to a stop at the end of a narrow row of shelves that was half-choked with loose crates. He reached up and plucked a box off a high shelf. "Ha," he said. "They do have one."

"Great," Kerri said, leaning against one of the shelf units. "Can we go now?"

He held the box in his hands for a minute, then slowly replaced it on the shelf and looked over at her, his jaw set.

She blinked. "What? Is it not the right one?"

By way of answer, he stepped close, slid a hand behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair -- not too rough, but enough to make her scalp tingle. He pulled her to him, and she stumbled a little on her heels. She cried out, more from surprise than anything.

"I thought I told you to behave," he growled. His voice held the same stern, angry tone she'd dreaded as a young girl -- but he saw a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Despite all her machinations, she found herself at a loss for words -- she'd been teasing him mercilessly, testing to see if she could drive him over the edge, but she hadn't thought he would actually break. She managed a surprised squeak as he pushed her back against the cold shelving unit, hiked up her top, and put warm, rough hands on her breasts.

Over his shoulder, Kerri could see through the transparent plastic window of the back room door, see the faint smudges of people walking by. Her adrenaline went off, and her heart started pounding so loudly in her chest that she was sure he could hear it. 

"Oh my god," she gasped as he lowered his mouth to her right breast and took the nipple between his teeth. It was the first time he'd put his mouth on her breasts, and she'd been wanting him to for what felt like forever. The feel of his tongue made her flesh feel electric.

Kerri brought up her legs and wrapped them around him, hooking her ankles to hold herself up. Part of her wanted to kiss him, but in the chaos of her brain, she thought that that would break the role -- she was being punished, after all.

Too soon, her father's lips left her breasts and he brought his face up close to hers. He didn't kiss her either, but placed a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to let her feel it, not enough to cut off her air.




Coming Home Ch. 02



"Do you see anybody?"

"No," she whispered.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

She almost laughed through her arousal. He was so damned considerate.

Instead, she nodded eagerly. "Yes, god yes," she said. "Do it quick, dad--"

Kerri had a feeling that every time she called him dad in this context, it turned him on just a little more. As soon as the word left her lips, he pulled her away from the shelf, and she lowered her legs. He shoved her -- not hard, but enough to make her take the hint -- into the tall crate that blocked the far end of the narrow aisle. She caught herself with her hands and then felt his hand on the back of her neck. Breathing hard, he pushed her down, bending her over the crate.

She felt simultaneously so aroused and terrified that for a moment she couldn't breathe. She looked back over her shoulder to try to keep an eye on the door, but stacks of boxes blocked the way. They were committed now -- if they were caught, they were caught, and if her dad's poker buddy caught him fucking his daughter in the back room, he probably wouldn't be welcome in the store again. The thought made her laugh, but the sound came out as more of a high-pitched gasp.

Rough hands hiked up her skirt. Thumbs hooked around her panties and pulled them down. She listened for the sound of his zipper, but could only hear the roaring of blood in her ears, the ragged sound of his breath, and the hum of the air conditioning. She felt his cock nudge against her thigh for a moment, then his hand gripped her shoulder and he pushed himself into her. She had been wet nearly from the moment he'd pulled her hair, and he went in easily.

The sound that came out of her mouth surprised even her -- a loud, helpless sob of joy and pleasure. She'd meant to be quiet -- a cry that loud could easily have been heard through the doors -- but the sensations rocketing up her body wouldn't let her. He thrust inside her a second time, and she whimpered loudly through clenched teeth. Suddenly she felt his hand clamp over her mouth -- there was something in the gesture that was simultaneously dominant and inquisitive, the pressure on her mouth gentle enough that she could pull away if she wanted. She responded by clapping her hand over his and pressing it hard over her mouth. He took her signal and held her tight as he began to thrust into her hard, her body thumping against the crate each time.

Her orgasm came within seconds, spiraling up inside her and bursting like a star going nova. With her voice properly muffled, Kerri let loose, all but screaming into his hand. Everything but the two of them faded to a distant blur, leaving only the feel of his hands, the sound of his breath, the hardness of his cock inside her. She came a second time, and then a third, before she felt him begin to pick up speed, a ragged edge in his voice.

"Oh sh--" he gasped, and then came inside her, driving into her so deeply that he knocked the breath out of her. If his hand had not been over her mouth, Kerri was convinced they would have heard her from the parking lot.

Breathless, he slid out of her, his hands releasing her at the same time, and she braced herself against the crate, realizing suddenly that her knees were wobbly.

"Oh my god," she moaned. It took her a moment to collect herself enough to stand up straight. A red, grimy line stretched across her abdomen where he'd pushed her against the crate. It was sore to the touch, but at the moment it was more funny than anything else. She pulled up her underwear and fixed her skirt. As she pulled down her top, she turned around to face her father. He had zipped himself up and was leaning against the shelf unit, shell-shocked.

"Oh my god, dad," she said, and leaned up to kiss him. He was sweating -- they both were -- and she wiped his forehead with her hand.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, touching her hair.

"Beautiful," he said. "Okay, take a minute. Breathe."

She took a few deep breaths, waiting for her heart to slow down a little. It took longer than she expected.

"Ready?" he asked after a moment.

"Ready." Then, as he turned to go. "Uh, dad."

He turned quickly, his face borderline panicked. "What?"

She held up the box he'd left on the shelf. "Forgot your tool," she said. 

# # #

There was no more ambling around after that. They returned to their cart and checked out without any further ado. She watched as her dad chatted amiably with the checkout girl, and as he ran into Rich on the way out and thanked him for the saw. At one point, she was fairly certain that Rich glanced at her legs, which, despite her best efforts, had a thin layer of oily dirt on them. If he noticed anything, he didn't mention it.

Her father didn't bat an eye, and chatted with Rich about the next week's poker game as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She thought he carried himself with impeccable composure for a man who had just fucked his daughter in the back room. The thought kept her aroused and entertained all the way back to the parking lot.

He kept the silence all the way back through town, and she sat comfortably, seeing no reason to break it.

"I cannot believe that we did that," he finally said, once they were back on the highway. "Anybody could have just walked right in and seen us."

"Oh yes," she said, ceding the obvious point. "That's the whole fun of it."

"There might have been cameras."

"There weren't cameras," she said. "I looked. Those shelves are so high, there would have had to have been one mounted right above our heads to catch anything."

"Jesus," he said, laughing. "You are so bad. When did you turn so bad? Didn't I raise you right?"

"Well, that depends on your definition of right," she said with a smile. She traced circles on her leg with her fingernail, enjoying a pleasant sort of afterglow -- the last traces of adrenaline still ran through her body, making her feel quivery and happy.

"You're pure evil," he said.

"Me? You're the one who bent me over and had your way with me."

"You were winding me up. You made me do it."

"Oh, that'll stand up in court," she said, and they both laughed. The sun came out from behind the clouds as they drove home, and Kerri thought she had never seen a day quite so beautiful.

# # #

Once home, she kicked off her heels the moment they were through the front door.

"Oh, thank god," she said, hopping on one foot and massaging the other with her hand.

"I told you not to wear those damn things," her father said as he set down the plastic bag full of tools.

"Father knows best, I guess. Do I have time for a bath before lunch?"

"That depends, when are you making lunch?" He made a show of plopping down in the easy chair.

"Very funny. It's totally your turn. I made breakfast."

He raised a hand. "Don't say another word. Captain Crunch it is."

For answer, she pulled off her top and tossed it at him, then undid her skirt and let it drop as she walked backward to the bathroom. She took a moment to pose in the doorway, fully naked, arms up, tilting her hips and giving him full view of her ass. She looked over her shoulder and took a moment to enjoy his astonished look before she slammed the door shut with one aching heel.

# # #

She ran a relatively cool bath -- as predicted, the day had turned quite hot -- and lowered herself into the water with a sigh of relief. After letting the water cool her off for a while, she took some soap and a brush to her legs, trying to work out the grime. The red mark on her stomach had mostly faded, but there was still a dark smudge of grease just above her navel.

She heard a soft knock on the door. "It's unlocked," she said. The door creaked open and her father poked his head around.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course."

He stepped in, closed the door behind him, and sat down on the floor next to the tub.

"Have you even taken a bath since you were a little girl?" he asked. "I think you started insisting on showers the day you were old enough to take one by yourself."

She shrugged bare, wet shoulders. "I'm feeling nostalgic," she said.

He touched one soapy knee, stroking it softly with his rough hand, and nodded at the mark on her stomach. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really."

"I was too rough," he said.

She laughed. "You really weren't. You're not going to break me, dad. I'm fine. I loved it."

He smiled. "Really? It wasn't too rough?"

"Really," she said, looking directly into his eyes. "A lot."

He laughed under his breath. "So, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Uh-oh," she said, fetching the washcloth and lifting her arms above her head to dribble cool water on her shoulders. "Am I getting punished again already?"

He shook his head. "No, it's... this is a little serious."

"Oh," she said, feeling a little deflated. This seemed to be the rhythm of the weekend so far -- lovely tension building up between them, passionate release, followed by the inevitable Getting Serious. She began to wonder if this was just part of the cycle now that things had changed so drastically between them.

But she drew her knees up under her chin and put on her best smile. "Go ahead."

He winced, as he always did when he was thinking something unpleasant. "I've just been thinking -- what happens when this weekend is over? I mean, what is this... thing we're doing?"

"Why does it have to be anything?" she asked. "It can just be what it is. Why isn't that enough?"

He shook his head. "I don't know if I can think of it like that. I mean, this is a big secret to have to keep... and what about the next time you come to visit? What about the holidays, when your sister is here too?"

She snorted softly. "Who says Kim wouldn't want to join in?"

"Kerri, be serious."

"Sorry." She ran her fingernails up and down her legs while she thought. "I didn't really think that far ahead, dad. I didn't even know if you would totally reject me if I came on to you. I thought that maybe you might feel... this way toward me, but I wasn't sure. Now that I am sure, I don't know where it goes from here. I mean, it's not like I can marry you, like I wanted to when I was little."

He laughed. "Who says I want to be tied down anyway?"

"Don't flatter yourself," she said, leaning her cheek on one knee and looking at him sideways. "I am so over you."

"Thanks," he said, and splashed her a little. She grinned and splashed him back. He responded by lunging in and tickling her -- he'd always known just where her most sensitive spots were -- and she shrieked, sending a fountain of water into the air. Her playful struggles became an embrace, and he silenced her giggles with a long kiss. When their lips parted, she leaned her forehead against his, their mouths inches apart.

"Dad, I'm having a great time with you up here," she said. "I just want to enjoy the weekend. Do we really have to figure out what this means for the rest of our lives?"

He shrugged. "I suppose not. I just don't want there to be any regrets."

"Dad, the only thing I would possibly regret is not having the time of my life while I'm up here. I promise."

"Okay," he said, and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Then that's what we're going to do. This is the last time I get serious on you, I promise." He brushed his fingertip against her ear, and she shivered a little.

"You made my arms goose-bumpy," she said, and then he put a hand on her cheek and kissed her again, deeply, their tongues twining. She half-turned in the bath and leaned against him, throwing her arms around his neck. She felt his hands on her breasts, and she made a delighted little noise, leaning in further to encourage his touch. His hands were big enough to almost entirely cover her breasts, and she loved the feel of his rough skin on them.

When the kiss broke, she drew back and saw his shirt was soaking wet from their splashing.

"Oops," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Finish your bath and come on out to the living room," he said. "Oh, and wear something nice."

She gave him a quizzical look. "Why?"

"Because I want to take it off you," he said, and grinned. He gave her one last playful splash, and then left. 

# # #

Kerri finished her bath and padded to her bedroom in a towel. From her clothing, she picked out a white button-up sweater -- comfortable, but entirely too thin to wear in public -- and the skirt she hadn't quite felt she could get away with on the trip into town. Because she knew they probably wouldn't be leaving the house again, she eschewed the underwear, hoping he would get a chance to discover the lack of it.

She finished off with some black shoes -- comfortable ones this time -- and brushed her blonde hair down over her shoulders. Her breasts weren't quite big enough to create cleavage without help, so she compensated by undoing one more button than she would have normally, showing off the inner curves of her breasts, knowing it would distract him. Pleased with the result, she gave herself one last glance in the mirror and then left the bedroom.

Her father was waiting in the living room, on the couch where they'd had their first big talk. She pranced up to the couch and plopped down beside him.

"Hi, dad!" she exclaimed, and was gratified to see his eyes widen a bit.

"You..." he trailed off, drinking her in with his eyes. "That outfit makes you look..."

"Slutty?"

"I was going to say young."

"Good, because I was going for both." She twirled a lock of hair around one finger coquettishly.

He rubbed his chin, the gears in his head obviously working. "You planned ahead, didn't you? You planned ahead quite a bit."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this isn't exactly an outfit you'd wear to class. I raised you. You're tee shirt and jeans all the way. This isn't you at all."

"You don't like it?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying it's not--"

"Me," she finished. "It is me. It's just a side of me no one else sees. Or is ever going to see."

"Uh-huh. And what side is that?"

"Um... Daddy's little whore?" she said, and then burst into gales of laughter at his slack-jawed expression. "I'm sorry, I can't say that with a straight face."

He rubbed his temple with his fingers. "Clearly, I've underestimated you."

"I can change it you want," she said with a shrug.

"No. Just commenting on how warped you are, young lady."

"You have no idea," she said. "But I think you like it." She scooted a little closer to him, drawing her heels under her.

"I do."

"So, what's the special occasion that I'm dressing nice for?" she asked. "Beyond you just taking my clothes off again?"

"I actually had an idea I wanted to run by you," he said.

"Okay. Is it dirty?"

He grimaced. "Sort of?"

"Meaning not really, but okay, go ahead."

"Well, first we have lunch--"

She lifted an eyebrow "Lunch? That's your dirty, dirty plan?"

"No. Don't interrupt your father. We have lunch, and then I was thinking... camping."

Kerri blinked. "Camping. Like, with tents."

"Well, one tent."

"And bugs and snakes and bears."

"There are no bears up here. Also, we'd be camping like a mile from the house."

"So the cops won't have far to search for our half-eaten corpses. Well, that's something at least."

Steve scratched his cheek. "I'm getting the feeling you're not going for this."

She grinned. "Well, maybe, but seriously... why? We have beds here. And heat. And electricity. And a roof."

He sighed. "Because we're alone for miles in every direction out here. I purchased a whole lot of land, and I never really leave the house except to run errands. I'd like to just get out, under the stars, eat food out of a can, and..."

He was dodging something. Kerri's curiosity was instantly piqued. "And what? There's something else."

"And, I want to... see you naked in the great outdoors," he said.

Her eyes widened. "Oh my," she said. "The floodgates open. A little exhibitionism and now you're hungry for more. The manacles of repression are coming off--"

"Don't psychoanalyze me," he said. "I don't like it."

"Sorry," she said, and put a hand on his knee. "I'm just teasing."

"Yeah, I've noticed that. You seem to like teasing me."

She shrugged. There was no point in denying it. She made a mental note to herself to be careful -- they'd worked through a lot of uncertainty to get to this point, and she didn't want to accidentally send him back into silence with a careless word.

She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "So, are you really asking, or is this one of those parental things where I have no choice?"

He gave her a skeptical look. "Kerri, when have I ever been able to make you do something you didn't want to do? Or, for that matter, keep you from something you did want?"

She grinned. "You make a good point. Okay, I'm game. When do we leave?"

"Whenever you want," he said. "I did most of the packing while you were still in the bath."

"I'm impressed," she said.

He touched her cheek. "See? You're not the only one who can make devious plans. Go pack some warmer clothes, just in case. I'll finish putting the gear in the truck."

She got up from the couch and went to fetch her things. This was going to be fun.



Coming Home Ch. 02



Kane:

I run through a maze of exploding mines, desperate to reach the end. All around me I see blurs of men in digi's, guns screaming as they fire on each other. I stumble and slam face first into sand. I struggle to get up but the sand keeps dragging me back down. Finally I manage to yank myself free, but when I look down, I'm covered blood. It's happening again. All around me, uniformed men are dying.

They're torn to pieces. Their blood won't stop flowing, surrounding me. I scream and floundered through the red muck. I reach the nearest body and grab for his dog tags.

Emilio Ortega. No, no no no. Please, not again. I back away from his body and trip over another form behind me.

It's Jason.

Oh, god.

I slowly stand up and make my way to the next body.

Isaiah.

I stand there, the still flowing blood forming a lake around me. My tears mix with the gruesome scene until I can only see shadows.

I fall to my knees, praying the blood will rise over me and take me away from this pain. As I open my mouth to scream, I hear a quiet voice behind me.

"You didn't tell me your name."

I jerked. The voice was familiar, after all, I had been thinking about it nonstop for days. But why would he be here? He shouldn't be. He was everything this place was not.

I slowly turn to face him.

It was him. His devastatingly green eyes soft and compassionate. His head tilted as if he was waiting for an answer, but I couldn't remember anything past his eyes.

His pink lips quirked into a smile, and he spoke again.

"You didn't tell me your name."

His voice was smooth with a faint lilt. It washed over me, eradicating all of my troubles, cleansing me of my past.

He was walking towards me now, his freckled hand outstretched. He was so beautiful.

When he was only a handbreadth away from me, he reached up to my cheek. His fingers drifted over my scars. His grass green eyes implored me quietly.

"Don't cry."

I shot awake. The feel of his fingers on my skin still lingered. Breath exploded in and out of my chest. The dream had started as it normally did, but then...

He saved me. As soon as I had heard his voice, everything else in the dream faded away. There was no more blood, no bodies, no explosions.

Sweat was running in rivulets down my chest, and I realized that I was painfully hard. My cock was tenting the sheets and demanding attention.

I usually don't jack off. In bootcamp everyone's so tightly packed together that it would be hard to get away with rubbing one off. Overseas, it was basically the same thing. And I was usually too tired to bother. Since I came back home, The pain was too great and raw to even think about getting hard. But now, I couldn't think about anything else.

Sliding my hand underneath the sheets, I grip my dick. I started to slowly stroke, images of copper hair and freckled skin flitting through my mind. Fully hard now, I pumped my cock faster, imagining it was him.

Imagining that he was leaning over my chest, nibbling on my ear while his small hand stroked my cock. I reached up with my free hand to tug on my nipples, but in my mind, it was his teeth, pulling tightly, then laving away the sting with his tongue.

In my fantasy, he licked and sucked his way down my chest. I could feel my self starting to come as I thought about his perfect lips wrapped around my cock. The image blew my over the edge, and I erupted with a loud groan.

Holy shit.

I haven't responded this way to a man in... well, ever. The few relationships I've had were short lived, and mainly about sex.

Glancing at the clock, I see that it's about time to get ready for work. For the first time, I'm excited.

I really, really hope that he comes back.

*******

He's here! I feel giddy, like a kid at Chuck 'E Cheese. I saw him walk in with the same friend he was with the other night. Unfortunately, I'm across the room.

Some idiot decided to upturn his beer over his boyfriends head, and started a fight. So I'm stuck dealing with this while the man of dreams dances only a few yards away.

I can see him swaying to the music. God, he's beautiful. Everyone around him seems to gravitate towards him, and yet nobody touches him. He laughs at something his friend says and his whole face lights up. So different from the watery half-smile I received the other night. I wish I could hear it.

Fuck it. I'm desperate.

I grab my radio and call for one of the other bouncers to come take of the two idiots.

As soon as they're no longer my problem, I make my way over.

Suddenly, I'm stuck in the middle of the writhing crowd, my breath coming short and fast. My old fears assault me. What if I'm not his type? What if he's disgusted by my scars? What if I scare him?

The noise of the club starts to pound in my head.

I feel so stupid. Why would a guy like him be interested in me? I look like a monster. It was ridiculous to even think about. There's no way a man as stunning as him would even talk to me

Despondent, I turn to run back to my corner.

Oh, shit.

He's right in front of me. Smiling at me. At ME.

"Hi, my name's Emerson. You're the bouncer who helped me and Chad out last Saturday right?"

His voice is exactly like it was in the dream. Soft, smooth, lilting. His smile is even more beautiful up close. His freckles stand out in relief against his pale skin. The black shirt he's wearing shows off his coloring and makes his eyes pop.

Fuck. I haven't answered his question. Just like in the dream. Damnit.

"Oh, uh... yeah." I am so freaking stupid.

He laughs and bounces on his toes, fucking adorable.

"Chad and I were wondering if we could buy you a drink or something, to thank you for your help. We have a booth right over there."

His eyes plead with me, happy and carefree.

"Uhm, sure. I guess, but I'm still working so I can't drink..."

"Oh, that's okay! A coke or something then. Come on, sit with us."

With that, he grabs my hand. It's so tiny in mine. He drags me over to their booth and shoves me into a seat with a big grin.

"So, what's your name?"

********

Emerson:

Holy Jesus almighty he was even hunkier than I remembered.

When he got Paul, my stalkerish ex off my back last saturday, he'd done it so calmly and proficiently that he immediately grabbed my attention. I mean, Paul had been swearing at him and trying to put some kinda dent into the hunks skin, but Hunky barely even batted an eyelash. Just picked paul up, walked to the door, and threw him out.

Which was super hot, by the way. Paul's no little guy, but Hunky picked him up like he weighed no more than one of those itsy bitsy purse chihuahuas!

Like I said, soooooo hot.

Chad's disappeared off somewhere. I've been yammering his ear off all week about the hot bouncer, and he knows I want some alone time with him.

Anyways, I just had to come back to see him again. I mean, I haven't seen a guy this gorgeous in ages. Like, seriously, Mr. Hunk is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Now, with him sitting in front of me, he's ten thousand times better than I remember.

Instead of the loose green shirt he'd been wearing last time, he's wearing this tight black number that shows off his enormous chest.

Drool!

And I can tell he's nervous. When I asked if he could be him a drink, he just stared at me for the longest time. I was starting to get scared that maybe he wasn't even gay. But then he blushed really hard and it was super duper cute.

He doesn't seem like one of those arrogant types that knows he's all that, which makes him even hotter. He keeps blushing! It makes me want to crawl right into his lap and have my wicked way with him. So cute!

Which, by the way, makes me realize that he still hasn't answered my question. Again. He's just blushing and staring at me with these intense brown eyes. Yeah, I'm for certain that he's gay now. Just meeting those lusty eyes makes me pop a woody.

Agh! Name first!

"You still haven't told me your name. Is it a secret?"

Ahhh he's blushing again! He smiles hesitantly at me, then huffs out a short laugh. I can tell that I'm making him squirm, but I don't really know why. I'm not exactly intimidating.

He finally looks back up at me. "Uh no... Ah it's Kane. Mckinney. Uhm. Yeah..." Then he blushes real hard again and rubs the side of his face.

That's when I notice the scars. Before, I was too busy gawking at his body and those unnerving eyes to notice the lacerations that cut through his lip and cover practically the whole left side of his face. They all seem to be going one direction, slashing down through his hairline and over his cheekbone. And, oh lord, half of his ear is gone. The scars continue on down his neck until they disappear into his t-shirt. Looking at his hand, I can see that even there, several scars obscured his skin.

Finally I make my way back up to his eyes, and what I see there make me sad. He'd put some kind of shield up. His eyes were hard now, scary almost.

He sat back and crosseds his arms over his chest, all nervousness gone.

"Finished with your perusal? I have to get back to work, so if we're done here, goodbye." He sneers at me and jerks himself out of the seat. Shocked, I can see that his jaw is set, and his fists are clenched tight. I can't let him go like this.

I reach out and manage to lightly grab his hand before he escaped. He stops abruptly, but doesn't t turn to face me. Through his hand, I can feel his whole body quivering.

"Please don't go." He finally turns to look at me, his jaw twitching. "Kane, please. What did I do wrong?" At that he jerks and stares wide eyed at me.

"You... you don't... my scars. I thought you were going to freak out or something..." He collapses back into the seat across from me and drops his head into his hands. "I decided to just save you the trouble and get out before you tried to let me down gently."

Okay, now I'm confused.

"Why would I need to let you down gently? Your scars don't bother me if that's what you think."

"What? They don't?" I have to giggle at the look on his face. He looks terrified and like he just found the end of the rainbow all at the same time.

"No, of course not. If anything, they're kind of hot." With this his mouth drops open and I start giggling again. "I mean, I'm sad that you had to go through whatever caused them, but they don't change you." Smirking, I add "And I like what I've seen of you so far."

His mouth slams shut and his cheeks flush bright candy apple red. Just the reaction I wanted.

Before he can respond, his radio goes off. Please don't tell me he has to go. This is just starting to get fun.

"Kane, it's Gordon. We need you upstairs, some guys are really having it out."

"Alright, I'll be up in a sec."

He looks apologetically at me, "I'm really sorry, but I have to take care of this..." He motions towards the stairs.

I'm disappointed, but I understand. "It's okay, just go do your thing."

He gets up, then pauses and turns back to me.

"Uhm, if you don't mind, do you think I could get your number? I'd like to see you again." He's not looking at me, staring instead at my hand on the table, as if he was scared I'd turn him down. As if!

My happiness renewed, I jot it down and hand it to him, making sure to brush his fingers with my own. He blushes again, but gives me a big smile that changes his whole demeanor.

His delicious brown eyes light up and crinkle around the corners. His teeth are bright white against his tanned skin, and the dimple I see on his unscarred cheek makes me want to dip my tongue into it. Before I can ogle further, he jogs off, leaving me staring at his perfect ass.

I'm not complaining.



Coming Home Ch. 02



When Ellen and Tom woke Sunday morning, they lingered in bed while the rain was still coming down. Both still sleepy eyed and reflecting on the night before, they were contented to lay in each other's arms savoring every minute of being together almost afraid if either spoke it would break the spell and they would realize it was nothing more than a dream; a fantasy long lost in time. Tom rubbed Ellen's back feeling the softness of her skin while the scent of her was as he remembered it like a fine wine that needed to be sipped slowly and savored. For what seemed like hours, they watched the rain with Ellen on Tom's chest and he cradling her next to him. 

"Do you regret last night?" Tom asked in a whisper.

Ellen bit her lip, "I know I should in some way, but I don't. I've been a widow too long Tom. I had forgotten what it was like to be desired. I was afraid of it. Maybe I just wanted nothing to hurt me like that again. Yet, last night with you, it was if we had never been apart."

Tom gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head. Had she looked up she would have seen the tears welling in his eyes and one that came dangerously close to sliding down his cheek.

"Do you have any regrets?" she asked sheepishly almost afraid of his answer.

Tom swallowed hard pushing back the lump in his throat that had suddenly grown thick. 

"I have no regrets from last night Ellen, but I do have regrets for having left you so many years ago. Nothing has compared to what you and I had and believe me I searched for something else. Something that I could never find," he answered.

"We were both very young," was all Ellen said.

"Yes, we were," Tom agreed.

"Maybe too young to know what we wanted or needed," she added.

Tom shifted allowing his hand to leisurely lay on her breast where he fondled it gently almost without thought as he did. 

"Was he good to you? I mean your husband," he asked.

Ellen thought for a moment as she ran her fingers through the silver gray hair on Tom's chest.

"For the most part, I guess. He was a good father," she added.

"He never hurt you right?" Tom asked.

Ellen sighed, "I think in any marriage people hurt each other without intention. We were married twenty five years. It wasn't perfect all the time, but it wasn't bad all the time either. It was a life we vowed to spend together. I held up my end of the bargain and I'm pretty sure he did too."

"So he never cheated," Tom surmised.

"No, he never cheated and I never did either at least physically anyway," Ellen confessed.

"Was there someone else you thought of?" Tom asked already knowing the answer.

Ellen smiled, "You never forget your first love Tom. You should know that." She paused, "Did you love your wife?"

Tom turned his head towards the window as if the question had slapped him across the face.

"She was what I thought I wanted. She represented the image I was trying to portray. She was the arm candy every man thinks he wants to impress others. As far as love goes, I don't know. I thought I loved her at one time, but as time passed I realized she was not what I needed, if that makes any sense."

Ellen kissed his chest, "It makes perfect sense. She fit into the lifestyle you always wanted."

"Yes. Exactly," Tom sighed. "And she took it all when we divorced too."

Ellen slid her hand lower to Tom's shaft and brushed it against the palm of her hand. Tom squeezed her nipple in his approval.

"What of the kids?" Ellen asked as she began to stroke him slowly.

"For the most part they're grown. One in college, the other two school. I see them when I can. They stay with their mother when they're in town," he explained.

"And yours?" he asked.

"Gone in search of a better life," she sighed. "My daughter is married and lives in the next town over. The other two are spread out across the country. Like you, they're trying to find the missing piece in their lives. I visit when I can."

Tom brought Ellen's face up to his and kissed her inserting his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers then pulled back and looked at her with a tender smile on his lips.

"Then I guess we did all right by them," he said licking his lips as the sensation of her stroking his shaft began to stir him.

"I guess so," Ellen said as she kissed him again. "So now what do we do?"

Tom chuckled, "First things first," he said as he pulled her on top of him where the warmth of her full breasts pressed against his chest.

Ellen giggled as she spread her legs to straddle him feeling the head of Tom's shaft rub against her opening. Tom placed his hands on her hips and pushed downward slowly so that Ellen began to impale herself on him in a purposeful penetration of his shaft inside her wet folds to the very depth of her femininity. She held her breath for a moment as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her then exhaled. Again he pushed slowly inside her and she closed her eyes.

"Don't close your eyes," he said hoarsely. "I want to see you looking at me. I want to see the desire in them. I want to see you wanting me again."

Ellen opened her eyes to connect with Tom's eyes. Their bodies entwined, he plummeted inside of her as they made love with their eyes as well as their bodies seeing only each other and the love that had never died.

Tom fondled Ellen's breast then brought the nipple to his lips and sucked on it. Ellen felt the heat of his mouth on her tight nub shooting exquisitely painful pangs of desire for him through her body releasing her juices to drench his cock as he continued to dive inside of her. His balls thickened filled with the hot cum that he wanted to give her as proof of his desire for her. Ellen began to rise and lower in sync with the movement of Tom's shaft. She gyrated her hips grinding onto him while her swollen rosebud rubbed in a circular motion on the base of his shaft. With both hands he fondled her breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers, suckling on one then the other until she moaned uncontrollably with pleasure. 

He dove into her very essence while staring into her eyes. Yes, he saw the desire. He saw her wanting him like she did all those years ago and he was thrilled that she still needed him in that way. He needed to know her feelings for him as he felt his cream boil in his balls and rise up through his shaft. She was the only one that could evoke such passion him and the desire to fill her with his cum. She rode him, pushing him to the brink of ecstasy, driving him mad with it and at the same taming him as well. Ellen could feel Tom's body tense underneath her. She could feel him pumping as he drove to the brink of cumming. It overwhelmed her. He was driving her mad, but she couldn't stop. Didn't want it to stop.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped.

As if on a mission, Tom raised his hips off the bed to drive his shaft inside of her. Ellen threw her head back. He pushed harder. He pushed faster and faster until he grasped her hips with his hands and cried out as the first shot of hot white cream spewed from the head of his shaft and exploded inside of her. Ellen felt the heat of his cream penetrate her folds causing her to erupt in her own orgasm calling out his name as she did. Tom shot another stream of cream inside her. It was his name that she called out as wave after wave of her orgasmic juices spilled on his shaft. Tom spurt again draining his shaft inside of her. Ellen gave one last gasp and collapsed on Tom's chest. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her so tight to him that she could barely breathe. He could feel her heart pound, her folds swelling around his shaft as if never to let him go. 

They lay there together wrapped in each other's arms. The melding of bodies once physically young and filled with youthful desire that ran wild and free now had transformed into something deeper. A love and devotion to each other that went further than the sexual pleasure they had just shared. Now it was the anchor that held them together. Yet when the world returned, as it always does, and reality settled in like heavy dew, the uncertainty of their lives came as back as well. As they lay together in silence their orgasmic juices covering them in the musky scent of love making, they turned to look into each other's eyes once more.

"I didn't want to tell you like this, but I have to leave to go back to the city tomorrow," he said apologetically.

"You didn't have to tell me. Somehow I already knew," she said softly with a crack in her voice.

"Come with me," he said brushing the hair from her face.

She shook her head, "I can't. I don't belong in the city. My life is here."

Tom felt his heart sank and the lump grow thick in his throat again. 

"You know I can't," her voice cracked.

"I know," he said. "It was just a crazy idea."

"I'm sorry," she began. 

"Don't be," he said.

"Will you come back?" she asked weakly.

"Of course. Yes, I want to," he said smiling at her. "I told you I would."

"Good," she said. "This will take time. I have to.........," her voice trailed.

"You have to learn to trust me again," he said flatly already knowing what she was going to say.

"I'm sorry, but it's true," she answered. "But I want to trust you."

Tom drew her leg over his waist and he felt his cum drip out of her wet folds onto to his belly. He had claimed her as his own physically and now he had to prove to her that he meant it with his heart. He had to make it happen with her. Both deserved to be happy again. 

"Let's not think about it now. I'll make breakfast and we'll enjoy the day just as it is. The moment is ours Tom. Not many people get this far," she tried to smile.

He pulled her to him again, "I'm coming back Ellen. I promise I will."

A tear slid down her cheek, "I believe you Tom. At least I'm trying to. Last night and this morning was beautiful, but we all tend to say things in the moments of passion that maybe we can fulfill."

Before he could say anything else, Ellen had risen from the bed, draped herself in her robe and padded down towards the kitchen to make breakfast. There they ate pancakes, sausages, and drank coffee as if they had been having breakfast together for years. They held hands, kissed, and for the rest of the day enjoyed each other's company. The hours flew by, but when dusk settled in, they both knew he had to go. Tom needed to return to the bed and breakfast, pack his things before heading back to the city in the morning. He kissed her once more tasting her lips and held her close to him before leaving her alone on the front porch. He got into his car, started the engine and drove down the drive while Ellen waved to him until he was gone from sight. She then sat down on the steps where the tears streamed down her face.

"You promised Tom," she whispered. "You promised this time you would come back."



Coming Home Ch. 03



I spent a fortnight just mulling over the list. With fourteen boys on the list I arranged them according to preference. The first nine I preferred were at the top. With three black boys in it. And as luck would have it, I got eight of them to agree to my terms. Number ten on my list was added to the final count.

The plan was simple. Mom would reach here on a Thursday and first register in some small hotel, with her bags at the locker at bus stand. From there she would go to a hair dresser and get her hair colored blonde, then pick her bags and go to the Holiday Inn where she would already have been booked with a different name. I had done the booking and had also got the adjoining room with a door in between. We would use the other room to order any room service we needed and rest in between.

I waited at about seven thirty for mom at the Holiday Inn lobby. A tanned blonde came up to me and said, "Hi Jack." For a moment I did not recognize her and then with a smile I knew it was mom. It was great, no one would recognize her once she was back in her original style.

I picked the bag for her and we went up to the seventh floor room. She looked absolutely ravishing. I was hard before we could reach the door and fumbled a little with the key card. I got her and myself in and we fell on the floor kissing. We made hot love twice before we remembered that we had not had dinner.

During the dinner she passed a message to me from Liza. If this worked out fine, she wanted the same thing for herself too, and soon.

I grinned and told her all would be well. The boys were thinking mom was some gorgeous lady I met during the week off and was crazy for young boys. That this was a one time opportunity and that was all.

I had given the boys the time of eight in the evening. The room number was given and they were to trop in one by one and all were to be in before eight thirty. The boys appeared like clock work, most of them already sporting an erection.

I had also told them that they would have to remove their clothes in this room, fold then up nicely and keep them in the wardrobe there. The room was to be kept clean and maintained well. I was the only one who would be dressed at all times and one who would interact with outside world during the night, if it was needed. 

I had also strictly rationed the beer, only a couple of cans per person. I did not want a drunken crowd with a horny lady on my hands. They have grumbled at that but agreed.

As all came in and undressed, I noticed most of them were about my size. Even the myth about black men being longer and bigger seemed only a myth. Until the number six, a nineteen year Irish boy and the number three, a black unzipped their pants. The Irish boy had a torch light that was easily nine inches and the black both slightly bigger than him and with twice the thickness. Mom was going to have sore pussy tomorrow, even a torn one. I grinned. I went over and touched the two cock. They moved backwards, hesitant.

"Come on man, I ain't no gay, this is a piece of beauty and I just wanted to feel it." They felt hot and hard and heavy. I immediately thought of my sister with these two.

I told them to wait a minute, went into mom's room to check she was ready. She had taken a fragrant bath and was lying naked with a her hair spread all around her on the pillow. For a moment I though I should make them wait and have a go at her myself first. Then thought I could have her anytime.

I returned to the room and told the boys to troop in. They walked in their cocks pointing forward. I said. "okay you, number one, two and four go to her and play with her. Get her aroused first and fuck her.

Mom smiled seductively at the three boys. They hesitated a little and as they came nearer she pulled one and brought his cock to her mouth. I saw the slow progress and stepped forward and told one to start sucking her nipples and other to go down on her. Soon she was having fun. Now she was sucking two cocks alternatively and the one licking her pussy was preparing to enter her. She moaned deeply as he penetrated her. The guy who had been sucked first could stand the erotic moment and grunted her was coming. Mom concentrated on him, taking him deep into her throat and he shot his load. Much of it spilling out her mouth. 

I was like a director and immediately ordered the other one being sucked to start playing with her ass and take her ass. I told the guy who was fucking her to go to her mouth and asked the Irish guy to take his place in mom's pussy. The pussy guy, number two began to feel his ejaculation coming and asked me if he could shoot inside her first. I let him shoot his load and just seconds later mom had her vagina stretched to the limits as she felt the huge Irish cock inside her. She screamed mother fucking shit, that's a monster and began to come.

She had been turned sideways and One was finger fucking her ass. He prepared to enter her. She shrieked as the two cocks split her. Oh it was a delight to watch. number seven was asked to take her mouth. The guy fucking her ass began to come and I asked eight to be ready and take his place. Two shot his load and eight immediately took his place keeping the feeling of being filled up for her.

Irish was fucking her real hard and I could see the signs of a huge orgasm building inside her. I wanted to be on guard, not wanted to let the wave of pleasure cease even for a moment. Irish began to come and filled her already filled pussy. I got number nine to take his place immediately and the orgy continued. I wanted to see the Irish in mom's ass and the black in her pussy. I somehow wanted to be the one coming in her mouth then.

So I decided to keep them for the last round.

The orgy continued. By three o clock in the morning she had received seventeen rounds of semen shots, in her pussy her ass and her mouth. One who could stand his ejaculation while waiting his turn had been asked to walk over and spray her tits. 

I knew she was coming too close of collapsing. There was one last round before we would wrap up things. I had kept Irish and Black waiting. I told the rest of the guys that this was it and if they still had any juice left they could shag it off on her body. Black took his place and entered mom's pussy. Irish took his position and entered by now loose and slippery ass. I had undone my fly and was already in her mouth. Even after her battering she screamed as two huge cocks pierced into her. My cock throbbed with delight at the sensations her screams were causing I soon realized that with the two huge battering her from both sides she would not have time for my cock. I stood by the bed and like the other guys ready to spray my treasure of her body.

All eight of us came nearly at the same time and her face and tits were covered with semen. The two horses were still battering her. Irish came first. The Black slowed down to give him the chance to ram hard into her, holding her in place with his cock in her pussy as her ass was rammed. He grunted and stiffened, mom screamed and he rammed harder as his semen flooded her. As he finished, I asked him to stay inside her till he softened.

Now Black started pounding at her, as the Irish held her in place. This was vicious sadistic fucking. To have a ten inch, six and half diameter cock rammed all the way in and out with brute force was the height of being fucked. I definitely wanted to see Liza fucked by this one. And the Irish one too. Three of us were already hard again and near coming. I realized with a jerk that number five, the athletic young basketball player was sucking at my cock. 

I was near coming and pushed him away. All the semen produced today was for mom. He himself was hard and throbbing. He stroked me as I stood over mom's lips and I began to come. 

We all went to the other room. Picked up the remaining two cans of beer and passed it around. Two by two we went in and showered and left. I was left alone. I closed the room and went back to mom's. She was lying down as we had left her.

"How are mom?" I asked.

"Fucked son. Totally, utterly fucked."

I told her to rest for a while and then take a bath. I would run a hot bath for her.

I lay down next to her. My cock again erect, it had only three shots this night of carnal festival. I wondered if I could put it into her bruised and soggy cunt. I asked her. "Do it slowly, Jack, slow fuck your mom's battered pussy. 

It felt hot and spongy, and very wet. I slowly reached for her breast and slowly kneaded them, gently and kissed her semen tasting lips and fucked her till I came. This was somehow not the hottest fuck I had with her, it was by far the most tender.

I picked her up and put her in the tub, using a sponge to clean off all the sticky mixture of juices from her. I carried her into the other bedroom with the fresh bed-sheets and clean bed. I lay her down and even before I could put the blanket on her she was snoring softly. I took my place next to her, spooned her and getting a erection I thought of Liza and slept.



Coming Home Ch. 03



It was Paul's last day with his mother, and John had invited him out for the evening. There wasn't much to do in the village, but John had mentioned a film club that they could go to. 

"It's for men-only," John had said. "They put on a film for the boys."

That sounded alright to Paul, and that evening he made his way to John's house. His mother was already there, and she and John's wife, Julie, were going to have a girl's night in. From what had happened the day before, Paul could imagine what that meant. The two women would probably lick each other out all evening. The thought of it excited him. But he wasn't going to be there; he'd be watching a movie. His mood sank a little.

"Hi Paul," said John, opening the door and letting him in. "You ready to go?"

Paul said he was.

"Jake's coming too. We thought we'd leave the two ladies alone to make their own fun." He smiled a wicked grin and Paul grinned back.

Jake joined them and the three men left the house and walked up the road. 

Paul was curious about something. He wondered how straight John and Jake really were. After all, John had fucked him in the ass twice now, and Jake had sucked his cock as well as taken Paul's cock in his own ass. John was married to Julie, so he had to be pretty straight, but Paul didn't know much about Jake.

"How long have you two been enjoying other men?" asked Paul. "And how did it start?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," said John, as the three of them made their way through the village. "You know I'm not gay or bi," he continued, "but there are some things only men know how to do together."

Paul smiled. John had said this before, and he had accepted it. It was what had allowed John's thick tool all the way into his asshole that first time, with only a little resistance.

"My first time was on a camping trip, about ten years ago. I was with an old school buddy. We had a bit to drink, we started wrestling and suddenly we were kissing, and one thing led to another. He sucked me off, then fucked me in the ass. After that, I knew I wanted more of it. And when I told Julie, it turned her on. She's quite happy with my behaviour along as I indulge her taste for women."

Paul's eyes were wide with excitement as he heard the story.

"As for me," said Jake, "Dad caught me jerking off when I was 18. He took over the stroking, then just as I was about to come, he told me about the pleasures that men could enjoy together; and how a father was best placed to teach his son about these things. Then he took my virgin asshole, which made me come straight away. He came in my ass. After that he sucked me off. It was so good that first time, and since then I've enjoyed being with other men. And my girlfriend's ok with it."

Paul's cock was straining in his pants at the eroticism of the scenario. The thought of Jake being seduced into man on man sex by his own father was turning him on something rotten.

"And we know about your first time," said John. "Jake knows about your mother."

"I love letting Mum suck me off," said Jake. "She's almost as good as Dad."

"Here we are," said John suddenly. They had reached the club, at one end of the village. It looked like someone's house, and they went in, following the signs to the right room. When they entered, they could see a large projector screen at the front of the room, and about twenty chairs lined up for a good view. There were about ten other men already there, milling around and chatting. John smiled at a few he obviously knew and Paul and Jake began to mingle too. Neither Paul nor Jake were from the area, so they knew nobody, but everyone seemed very friendly. Paul wondered what film they would be watching that night.

"It's kept under wraps," said one man. "Only the club president knows."

Suddenly the lights were dimmed a little. This was obviously a sign, and everybody took a seat. Paul sat away from John and Jake, with Brian and Pete, two men he'd been chatting with.

Then the club president entered. Heading for the double doors at the back of the room where everyone had entered, he chained and padlocked them. Paul thought this was a little odd, but he said nothing. Obviously they didn't want to be disturbed. Then the projector was switched on, and everyone settled back to watch.

The credits rolled. It was not a film Paul had heard of: the title didn't mean anything to him. The show started. Two well built men entered the set. To Paul's surprise, they started to kiss, passionately, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They quickly undressed each other until they were completely naked, and their cocks stood out in front of them, semi-hard. Paul had seen plenty of porn before, but never man-on-man. He expected a hot woman to enter the scene any minute and suck the two guys off. But as Paul continued to watch, she didn't. One of the men on screen knelt on the floor and took the other man's shaft into his mouth and began sucking, licking and slurping.

Paul's cock was already hard under his trousers, and a new kind of excitement began to fill him. He looked around. The men he was sitting with also had bulges in their trousers, and several were rubbing them through the fabric. Clearly this was a different kind of film night, one where men could enjoy themselves and indulge in a bit of stroking. Paul returned to the screen. The man standing had grabbed the other man's head and was fucking his mouth, pumping his meat in and out of him. Paul had to admit that he found the men on screen hot, with their toned muscular bodies and thick cocks. This was the first time he had thought such a thing. He continued watching the blowjob, enjoying it.

Then Brian reached across and began to rub his hard on through his pants.

"Hey, let me suck you." Clearly this club was about more than jerking off to a porno. A great deal more in fact. Remember that the door was bolted shut. These men were free to enjoy each other in any way they pleased.

Paul was in no mood to refuse the offer, and he quickly undid his belt and trousers, sliding them and his underwear down his legs. Brian leaned over and took Paul's cockhead between his lips. Paul gasped and threw his head back, closing his eyes. Brian was good, swirling his tongue around the head, dipping his tongue in the piss-slit, before sliding all the way down the shaft, and back up again.

"Ohhhh, mmmmm, yesssss," Paul moaned.

"Hey Paul, you want me to fuck your ass?"

Pete was moving quickly, but as Paul glanced back at the projector screen, he could see the two hot men were already in a delicious ass fuck, one on his hands and knees as the other slooshed in and out of him with his thick tool. Paul was happy to follow their example. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he slid his cock from Brian's mouth and presented his ass to Pete, who was already naked, and sitting stroking his erection. Paul spat on his hands and lubed up his ass, sliding one then two fingers inside himself, stretching his hole a little. Then he removed them and placed his puckered fuckhole over Pete's cockhead. Reaching round to grip Pete's shaft, he slowly lowered himself down.

"Unnngh."

The thick shaft stretched him a little, but it felt good. It filled him up with its heat and thickness as he slid down onto Pete's lap. He paused, then raised himself up again, sliding up on the prick until only the tip rested at Paul's entrance. Lowering himself once more, he began to work up a slow and delicious rhythm. As he continued, he felt a warm mouth on his cock. Brian clearly wanted more and sucked hard, even as Paul rode Pete's prick.

"Oh yeeaaah, suck me as I get ass fucked," cried out Paul. He was getting close. Then he came, shooting a hot, milky load into Brian's mouth, who swallowed it all down. But Pete, buried deep inside his ass, still had some way to go. Paul pulled off him and stood up, bending over, to help Brian undress, releasing another rock hard dick, which he eagerly took into his mouth, sucking and slurping, and taking it to the back of his throat.

Brian groaned and began to thrust his hips towards Paul, face fucking him. At the same time, Paul's anal intruder entered him once again, and continued to fuck him. There he was, with one cock in his ass and one in his mouth, being fucked at both ends for the first time, and enjoying it like nothing else. He admitted that this was hotter than being with a woman. Now he knew what it was like to be full of hot thick manmeat. Suddenly he felt a warm mouth on his cock. He looked down to see a third man take him in. Paul sucked harder and more urgently on the cock in his own mouth. He could feel Pete's cock getting harder, and then Pete cried out as he came in Paul, spraying liquid fuck juices into the depths of his bowels, over and over. Paul loved the feel of a man coming in his ass, and in response, he took the cock in his mouth a little deeper, sucking a little harder. He was rewarded by a sudden burst of cum in his mouth, then another and another. He swallowed the load right down, revelling in the taste of it. Now he was free to concentrate on the man sucking his dick. Pete and Brian slid out of his ass and mouth, and he began to thrust his hips towards the man's mouth, quicker and harder. The man responded too by grabbing Paul's balls and fondling them gently, squeezing them. This sent Paul over the edge. 

"Graaaaagh. Unnnngh," he grunted.

He grabbed the man's head, and held it tight, as a jet of semen shot from the end of his cock and into the man's mouth. Spurt after spurt followed, until he was spent.

Paul stood up and took in the scene around him for the first time. Everywhere he looked he could see naked bodies, sucking and fucking. He caught sight of John, who was having his own ass fucked by a muscular and thick set black man. Jake was on the other side of the room, in a 69 position, sucking prick as he was sucked. On the screen, there was a new movie playing. This time it was an orgy, matching that in the room in intensity and perversity. The groans and moans emanating from the movie echoed those in the room.

As Paul soaked up the horny atmosphere, he was already getting hard again. His new found friends, Pete and Brian, came towards him and embraced him together, Pete sticking his tongue into Paul's mouth and Brian working his lips down Paul's neck. Pete stroked Paul's chest and then put his arms around Paul, continuing to kiss him. Paul responded and his tongue met Pete's. The two men ground their groins together, their stiffening pricks rubbing against each other. Paul settled into this. It was his first time kissing another man, and he was enjoying it. It was so intimate, moreso in a strange way than all the fucking they had already partaken in. Passion overtook Paul, and he pulled Pete to the ground, raising Pete's legs over his shoulders and exposing his tight ass. Paul inserted one saliva-coated finger into Pete and worked it in and out. Then he withdrew and placed the tip of his rock hard manmeat against Pete's hole, and pushed gently in. Pete moaned.

"Ohhhhhh."

Paul slid into Pete's fuck tunnel slowly until his balls were resting against Pete's ass. Then the two men kissed again, tongues meeting, swirling around each other, and playing together. Paul withdrew his cock slowly from Pete until just the tip was resting inside. Then he pushed back in, a little more urgently. Once more, he pulled out, and pushed in again, beginning to get into a steady rhythm.

"Unnnngh. Unnngh. Unnngh," moaned the two men in unison. They were locked together in the most intimate and dirty way, kissing passionately, fucking, and loving every stroke.

They continued fucking like this for a while, the sound of Paul's cock sliding in and out of Pete's shithole adding to the moans and groans that surrounded them. After some time locked in this passionate frenzy, Paul froze, his cock stiffened and hot and sticky cum shot into Pete's rectum, filling it up. Pete loved the feeling.

"That's it Paul. Come in me. Fill me with your load," he cried.

As Paul finished spraying his juices inside Pete, he pulled his now softening tool out of his lover. Just then, he felt a firm hand on his waist. He looked round and saw the familiar face of John, smiling at him.

"Why don't you lick him out," suggested John.

Paul leaned forward and slipped his tongue into Pete's anus, lapping at his own cum and cleaning Pete up. He held the cum in his mouth, and then rose to meet John in a hot wet kiss, sharing his man juice with his mother's neighbour. Both of them swallowed their shares of Paul's cum, enjoying the taste.

John noticed that Pete's asshole was still dribbling cum, and he reached down and scooped some of it up. Returning to Paul, John lubed up his asscrack, then held Paul's waist while he fed his 8 inches of smooth thick manmeat up Paul's love tunnel. Paul gasped and moaned.

"Ahhhh, ohhhhh yesss." Although he had enjoyed John's cock inside him twice before, he couldn't get used to how full it made him feel. But the fullness was just right, and John's cock was a delicious fit. 

"Take me," cried Paul.

"You still think you're straight?" asked John, laughing.

"Mmmm, yesss," replied Paul, "but I love your cock up my ass."

John laughed again, and began to stroke in and out of Paul, his hips thrusting urgently back and forth, as he held onto Paul's asscheeks. Paul's asshole was wet with cum from his previous fucking, and there was a squelch every time John's cock slid over Paul's fuck ring.

"That's right. You love my cock in you," moaned John. "Take all of me inside you."

Squelch, squelch: Paul was well lubricated and John had no problem taking him to the brink of anal ecstasy. His hole was more relaxed than ever, and that was a key in these situations! Paul was learning new lessons all the time.

It wasn't long before John was cumming deep inside Paul for the third time in three days, adding to the mixture of juices inside his rectum. John pulled out and watched the cum running down Paul's balls and thighs. It was warm and wet, and Paul liked the feeling this gave him.

By then of course, lovers new to one another, and some not so new, had formed all combinations of depravity. As Paul recovered from John's onslaught, he watched Brian fuck Pete in the ass. Jake had by then met them both, and he was feeding Pete's mouth with his thick shaft, making sure that this man was well filled up with cock. Pete was clearly enjoying it, even though this had been his own first time at the film club. He had taken men inside him before, but never more than one at a time. He too was learning these new ways of making love, and fast.

Paul looked around again, the need for sex in him still strong. He spotted the tall, muscular black man standing against a wall, watching the action in the room. He walked over and grabbed the man's cock, stroking and fondling it. 

"I'm Paul," he said.

"Scott," said the man. Scott's manhood was growing under Paul's touch, thickening in his hand. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and he bent down to lick it off, before taking the head in his mouth.

"Ahhhhh," sighed Scott as Paul slid as much of the shaft as he could over his tongue to the back of his throat. Scott tasted good, and the velvety feel of his still-hardening member gave Paul a real thrill. He sucked harder, and bobbed his head up and down on the oozing lovestick. But Paul wanted something else, and before Scott could spray his load down his new lover's hungry throat, Paul had spun him around. Scott felt Paul's tongue on his asshole, licking around the rim, before plunging in to taste more. Paul tongue fucked Scott, enjoying the dirtyness of it. Then he withdrew, stood up and placed his hard cock at Scott's entrance. Hugging Scott from behind and stroking his smooth hard chest and stomach, he leaned forward and spoke into Scott's ear:

"You want my cock in you?"

"Ohhh yesss. Push it in," moaned back Scott.

Paul willingly obliged, sliding his thick tool past Scott's tight hole, and into the depths of the man's rectum, slowly filling him with a delicious warmth. Then he withdrew, before plunging back in again. As Paul found a good rhythm, he and Scott groaned and squirmed in pleasure as they humped each other. Scott pushed his hips back while Paul plunged in, making this particular fucking a really deep one; one they both appreciated fully.

"Uuunnnngh. Unnngh. Unnngh. Yeaahhh," moaned Scott.

Paul reached around to grab Scott's cock and began to pump it in his fist. He wanted Scott to come while he was still inside him, to feel Scott's anus contracting around his prick. Paul quickened his stroking action, and then Scott cried out as he unleashed his load, spraying it across the room. His asshole clamped down on Paul's cock, then released, before clamping down again. Paul groaned in ecstasy and continued to fuck Scott's tight asshole. Then he was coming too, shooting load after load of warm creamy spunk up into Scott's behind. Scott loved the feeling of another man coming inside him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of warmth that was filling his rectum. By now Scott had finished his orgasm and was basking in the afterglow, his body sticky with sweat and filled with cum. Paul pulled out of him with a plop and warm juices ran down between Scott's thighs.

"That was fantastic," he said.

Paul reached to scoop up some of his own cum from Scott and used it to lube up his ass. Turning around to show his wet hole to Scott, he was an inviting target, particularly for one with Scott's inclinations! But Scott was not yet hard, and was still recovering. He rubbed the head of his soft cock against Paul's soggy asshole, back and forth across the opening. Paul wriggled in delight at this new feeling, and Scott's member began to slowly stiffen. Fully erect once more, Scott pushed quickly into Paul's ass and began to fuck him rapidly.

"Unngh. Unngh. Unngh. Ohhh," grunted Paul. He pushed his hips back to meet his invader, allowing Scott to plow him even more deeply with every thrust. Paul's asshole was so well lubricated with his own cum, that he could feel only pleasure from Scott's stiff prick. They fucked like this for a while before Scott gave a final grunt and came forcefully inside Paul's already soaking ass. This was Scott's third load of the night, and it wasn't so large this time, but it was no less pleasurable to release it inside Paul. Scott pulled out and the two of them shared a passionate kiss, their tongues duelling and twisting together, as they sat down to recover.

As Paul, John and Jake left the club a little later, all three of them well-satisfied, they shared their experiences. Paul's asshole felt all opened up, and still full of cum; John had made some new lovers; and Jake had a slightly salty taste in his mouth. They wondered how Julie and Paul's mother had got on with each other back home. The answer to that would have to wait. 

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I have yet to experience man-on-man sex. But most of my fantasies are about having a hard cock up my ass, taking another man's asshole, or sucking a thick cock. I don't need to think for long about these things to get a hard-on. Maybe I need some guidance. I'll always be willing to experience new pleasures.



Coming Home Ch. 03



A big thank you to the readers who enjoyed the previous two installments and left very kind comments. There will definitely be a fourth chapter -- the story's not over yet. 

# # #

True to his word, her father had packed everything they needed for a night under the stars: the tent, a camp stove, food, and some basic gear. Granted, it wasn't as if they were driving more than a few miles from the house, so it would hardly be an emergency if they forgot something.

They drove up into the woods, the truck bouncing over the narrow track that wound between the trees. It was already late, and the sun had dipped low in the sky by the time they reached the campsite, the evening sky transformed to a deep orange blur across the western horizon. 

As they unpacked the truck, Kerri noted wryly that there were some remainders of a previous visit in their chosen spot: a ring of stones for a campfire and a rain-spotted folding chair.

"You've been up here before," she remarked.

He grunted as he threw the disassembled tent onto the ground in a pale blue heap. "Yeah," he grunted.

"So am I even the first girl you've brought up here?" she grinned.

He gave her a skeptical look. "Don't be absurd." Then his gaze softened. "Yes, you're the only girl I've ever brought up here. The first person at all, as a matter of fact."

"I feel so special. Does this mean we're going steady?" 

Kerri unpacked and arranged the food, while her father assembled the tent. The tent was nearly as old as she was -- as a little girl, she'd spent hours in the back yard in that tent, creating her own world inside it, sealed away from everything else. It wasn't nearly as big as she remembered it being, of course, but she had a feeling she wouldn't mind that.

By the time it was over, the light was already fading fast, the sun long gone behind the shallow hills. Kerri caught a whiff of the ozone scent of oncoming rain. A fragrant breeze picked up, giving her a slight chill.

"I think it's going to rain," she said.

He looked up into the sky, watching the clouds gather. "I think you're right."

"It's going to be cold beans out of a can tonight, isn't it?"

"We're not barbarians, for God's sake," he said with a smile. "I brought sandwiches."

They made quick preparations for the storm by rolling the windows up in the truck and packing everything into the tent that couldn't stand to get wet -- which left just enough room for the sleeping bag. Just as they finished, the first droplets of rain began to fall, making a flat splatting sound against the fabric of the tent.

"Damn it," her father said. "Looks like I picked a bad night for this bright idea. I guess we better get inside before we're both soaking wet."

"I think it might be a little late for that," she said. She brushed damp hair back from her eyes and looked into the darkening sky, letting the rain hit her face. An appealing idea crossed her mind, and she smiled. Without saying a word, she walked to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing and put her back to it. Her father, fumbling with the plastic cooler, took no notice of her.

Kerri bit her lip and undid the top two buttons of her sweater. "Hey, Dad," she called, raising her voice over the sound of the rain.

He stood and turned to look at her. As he watched, she undid the buttons of her sweater, which was already taking on the consistency of a damp rag. She shrugged it off, not caring where it landed, and was glad to be rid of it. She had put on nothing underneath, and the cool rain fell on her bare shoulders and chest, instantly giving her goosebumps. Her small round nipples instantly became hard in the wet, open air. 

Her father watched her, stock-still and wide-eyed, his hands carefully at his sides. She undid the buttons of her skirt and threw that off as well, completing her short journey to nakedness. Her hair fell in her eyes again, and she threw it back over her damp shoulders. She took a step backward and put her bare back against the tree, lifting her arms above her head to grasp an overhead branch. She tilted her body outward, relishing the sting of cold water on her stomach.

She closed her eyes for a moment or two, focusing on the sound of the rain and the feel of the increasingly torrential downpour. When she opened them again, her father was standing a foot in front of her, his clothes soaked, water dripping from his hair and the tip of his nose.

"You wanted to see me naked in the great outdoors," she said. "Here I am--"

He interrupted her with a kiss as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the rough bark of the tree. She felt warm, rough hands on her breasts, felt them run down her slim waist. She moaned, grasping the branch above her head, not letting herself touch him.

Kerri gasped for breath as the kiss parted. A peal of thunder rolled across the sky, chasing a distant flash of lightning.

"We should get inside--" he gasped.

"Not yet," she said.

"I want you," he said, and the raw need in his voice almost convinced her. But there was something she wanted to do first.

"I said not yet," she replied defiantly, and let go of the branch, nearly colliding with him as she leaned forward. She kissed him again and slid her hand down to touch the crotch of his jeans -- he was rock-hard and protruding, as she'd hoped. She hooked her fingers around his belt and lowered herself to a kneeling position, the softening ground cold against her knees.

"Kerri--" her father looked down at her with something that was almost reverence,

Kerri fumbled for his zipper, pulled it down, and reached her hand inside his jeans. She pulled his cock out and drew in her breath a little at the sight of it. She put a hand around him and squeezed, and he moaned softly. Leaning forward, she caressed the head lightly with her tongue, already tasting the rain on his flesh. She teased him for a while, running her tongue down along one side of his cock and then up again, until he lost patience with her and put a hand on the back of her head. She let him pull her forward and took his cock in her mouth without further preamble.

Kerri felt him tense, heard his breath hiss between his teeth, and his other hand gripped her shoulder. He pulled her head forward more, and she nearly gagged when she felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat briefly, but she quickly got herself back under control. A thunderclap rang out, and she started. 

"Oh, Kerri, goddammit--" he groaned, and his fingers tightened in her hair. He tilted his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and she relaxed and let him take his own pace. He began to move rhythmically, putting both hands behind her head now, until he was outright fucking her mouth. She gave him a little moan to let him know she liked it, pushing her hands against his stomach. The whole world receded to a distant blur, until there was nothing but the feel of him in her mouth and the sound of the rain.

After a while, she felt him slow and hesitate, and heard his voice, faintly, over the sound of the storm. He pulled away, his cock sliding out of her mouth. "We should really--"

Kerri knew him well enough to know he was trying to get her into the tent, and decided she wasn't having any of that at the moment. She hooked her hands in the waist of his jeans and yanked him forward, taking him in her mouth again. He groaned loudly and put his hand on top of her head, took a handful of her hair, and tightened his fist.

She squealed, and this drew an instant response from him -- it took only a minute for him to come in her mouth. She felt his cock pulse, but she was ready this time, pulling back her tongue and holding her head in place. He gave a soft, choked cry as he exploded into her mouth in a hot jet, and she gave a surprised squeal at the sheer amount of it. She tried to catch it all and swallow it down, but it was more than she had expected, and it sluiced down her chin in a messy dribble.

She pulled back and wiped it away with the back of her hand, gasping for breath, and beamed up at him. Only now did she feel her whole body covered in goosebumps -- either from the chill, or from what she'd just done, or both -- but found she didn't care. 

"Holy shit," her father said, and put one hand against the tree, leaning over her. After a moment, he put his cock away and zipped up with trembling hands.

"Did you like that?" she asked. The question in no way needed asking, but she knew it would tease him a little to have to answer, and she relished the thought of that.

"Oh my god, yes," he said. He reached down a hand to help her up, and she took it. "Now let's get the hell out of this rain."

She smiled, daubing at her lips. "Yes, daddy."

# # #

They ducked back inside the tent and zipped the flap shut. She helped her father out of his wet clothes -- taking the opportunity to run her hands over his body again -- and then he produced a towel and dried her off, top to bottom. She giggled as he messed up her hair, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of by him -- an emotion she hadn't felt in a very long time, now very different in nature than everything that had come before.

The rain continued, filling the inside of the tent with loud, hollow noise. Shivering, they stuffed themselves into the single over-sized sleeping bag and cuddled close, spooning together. He wrapped an arm around her, and she felt his erection nudge against her backside as she pressed close to him.

They waited in silence until the storm passed over them. The rain softened, then stopped altogether, and they were left with only the sound of the wind through the trees and the smell of wet grass.

"Are you asleep?" he asked her, his breath warm on the back of her neck.

She smiled. "No. What made you think I was?"

"You were just so still."

"I was just thinking."

"What about?" he stroked one shoulder with a fingertip idly.

"About how I have to leave tomorrow, and how much I'm going to miss this."

His finger stopped, and she put her hand over his.

"Yeah," he said. "Me too."

Kerri squirmed around in the sleeping bag until she faced her father, then rolled him onto his back and straddled him, her chest pressed to his. "Is it really going to be weird?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

His brow furrowed a little. "I thought you said it wouldn't be."

"I know I said that. But this has all been so... just so amazing." She sighed. "And it's all happened so fast. It's almost everything I imagined would happen."

"Almost?" He grinned a little in surprise. "So there's something we didn't cover?"

She pressed her cheek against his chest. "Maybe."

"Tell me."

She stroked his chest with the palm of her hand. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think I'm ready. And I don't think you are, either."

"Well, now I'm really curious," he said.

She grimaced. "I know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He brushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear, and she smiled, taking comfort in the familiar gesture.

"I just don't want it to come between us, dad. What's happened here. I know I said it didn't have to mean anything. But I think it does. I think if I came back and we just went back to the way things were before... I'd feel like--"

She felt a sudden wave of panic and sorrow, and found herself blinking back unexpected tears. She sniffled and wiped them away quickly with the heel of her hand. "Oh my god, that's embarrassing."

"Don't be embarrassed," he said softly, nothing more than a voice in the dark now that the moon had gone behind the clouds. "I've thought the same thing, maybe a dozen times since you've been here."

"Yeah?" she asked hesitantly?

She felt his chest rise in a silent laugh. "Yeah."

"Okay."

His hand sought her face in the dark, touched her cheek. "I promise you it won't be like that, Kerri. Whatever happens."

She leaned up to kiss him, her lips seeking blindly for a moment before finding his. He cradled her face in his warm, strong hands.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered.

"I love you, dad." She kissed him again. "I want you..."

Obliging, he closed his hands around her hips and lifted her up, and she felt him slide into her, suddenly, shockingly. He felt huge inside her, and she gave a whimpering cry despite herself. She threw her arms around her father's neck and pulled him close, cradling his head between her breasts. He began to thrust underneath her slowly, even as she felt his mouth close around her left nipple.

"Oh my god, dad... please--"

His hands squeezing her ass, he began to thrust faster and harder, making low grunting noises under his breath. She twisted her fingers into his hair, sobbing with pleasure, feeling orgasm beginning to build up within her, growing until she felt like her entire body might fly apart. He put a gentle hand around her throat, and that was all it took -- she came once, then again, violently, her entire body spasming, a high-pitched moan escaping her. He didn't stop, but held her fast, one hand still around her throat, the other grasping her wrist tightly, his breath fast and labored.

Kerri came a third time just before he did, and she felt him gush inside her. She groped blindly for him in the dark again, kissing him hard, shuddering as her orgasm faded, feeling his cock throbbing inside her as he finished coming. She collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath, watching little white spots dance in front of her eyes for a few moments.

For a long time, they lay in the dark, not speaking.

Finally, Kerri spoke. "Hey dad?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"We're all wet again."

# # #

They slept through the night curled up with one another, so exhausted that neither of them moved until dappled sunlight shining through the plastic windows in the tent woke them both up. Kerri rose first -- always a faster riser than her father -- put on fresh clothes, and staggered into the light to find breakfast.

She was standing by the truck, picking slowly at a granola bar, when her father finally emerged, buttoning his shirt and blinking in the morning light.

Looking at him, she felt a distant shadow of the previous night's anxiety and sadness, realizing how much she would miss him. As her time at the house had dwindled, questions had begun to arise. Could things really be the same the next time she visited? Would he have an attack of conscience and refuse to touch her? Would he break down and confess to someone? Would she? Unlikely, she thought, but there seemed every chance that his buddy Rich at the store might suspect something. If their secret came out, it could wreck both their lives -- a risk that had seemed worth it at the time, and still did, but in the wake of her desire for him, doubt had begun to creep back in.

Kerri shook her head slightly and abandoned her granola bar in disgust, tossing it into the bed of the truck. It didn't matter now. What was done was done, and she had no regrets. No matter what the future brought either of them, he would always be her father, and she would always love him -- as a father and now as a lover, both emotions so indelible they might as well have been chiseled into stone.

He saw her waiting by the truck and smiled as he walked up to meet her.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"Very," she said. "You wore me out."

"Didn't take much," he said. "You always were a lightweight."

She punched him in the shoulder, and his grin broadened. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, squeezing her so tight that he lifted her off the ground for a moment.

"What time does your flight leave?" he whispered into her ear.

"Eleven," she said, and felt him sag a little.

"Not enough time," he said, pulling back and looking at her, his grin faded into an unsteady facsimile of happiness.

"It was never going to be," she said. "I knew that going in."

"You're coming back in December, right?" He took her hand gingerly.

"If I can." If she did in fact make it out for the Christmas break, December was going to be the real test. Her sister would be visiting too, and the wild abandon that had characterized this visit would not be repeatable. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was thinking the same.

"It's going to be--"

"Interesting," he finished for her, and they both laughed.

"But I will be back," she said.

"And I'll be looking forward to it," he said.

"Promise?"

"Of course," he said. "So, got time for one last breakfast with your old man?"

"Always."

They packed up the tent and gear in relative silence. When they were finished, they piled into the truck and drove back to the house -- one step closer to the end of her visit, one step closer to reality.

Kerri watched the sun rise over the hills as the truck wound through the trees, and, without thinking about it, took her father's hand. One way or another, she knew she would be back.



Coming Home Ch. 03



As Tom drove down the road of the farm, he looked in his rear view mirror to see Ellen standing there on the porch. It reminded him of the first time he left her. She stood on the same steps, still waved, and it broke his heart then as it did now. This time it not only hurt, but burned inside of him like a hot fire iron scorching his insides. Yet he still left because in the reality of the day, there was the work he had to return to do. He had to finalize his divorce and free himself from a life that at one time he had desperately wanted. Now he wanted to separate himself from the unfeeling materialistic world he had created. If it hadn't been for his children and their wellbeing, he wouldn't have left Ellen that morning, He would have stayed with her letting go of work, the houses, the cars, and the money. In real life, it wasn't as easy as that. It had taken a long time to create what he had and it would take time to unravel all the threads to free himself from it. In bed making love to Ellen made it seem all sound so simple, so easy, but deep inside Tom knew he had to end things with his old life before he could build a new one with Ellen.

The night at the bed and breakfast was a restless one and more than once he had thought of driving back to Ellen and the farm, but something stopped him like it did all those years ago. What it was he couldn't say, but there was something back in the city that he needed to finish. The morning brought little relief as he started out early before the sun had risen in the sky. By the time he reached his office it would be the beginning of a new day and he dreaded the onslaught of clients and phone calls. There would be the meetings and endless cups of coffee to keep him going. The rat race at its very finest was looming in front of him.

Overwhelmed and frustrated, Tom pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He was confused. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't just leave his old world. His children needed him. There was college tuition, clients who depended on him to win their cases and of course the alimony his soon to be ex-wife, Camille wanted. He gripped the steering wheel tightly as if it was the only anchor he had in the storm that was raging in his head. Then he closed his eyes and the memory came back to him. It was the first time he and Ellen had decided to consummate their relationship and it began to calm and soothe him.

He had driven his newly purchased second hand red Ford pickup to Ellen's house around six pm. They would go into Holton and watch a movie at the United Theater then head down to the old Chaney Road that led to the river. That was the plan. He had never been with Ellen sexually and she had never been with anyone. He was her first and with the relationship heating up as it did every Saturday night, it was time he did it or he would burst inside. Tom had spent too many nights in his bedroom with tissues nearby stroking his shaft until he had cum to relieve the tension and desire for Ellen. Now he was determined. It was time he made love to her in person and put the fantasies to rest.

He drove up to the farm house and laid his hand on the horn. It blatted like a sick cow until Ellen came to the screen door. When she opened it, Tom's shaft stirred and he smiled. She was a slender girl with soft brown hair that hung below her shoulders and bounced when she walked. She work a pink sundress, the kind that was easy to slip off and she looked as innocent and pure as the day she was born. Tom felt awkward with his jeans and plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was all he had, but it was clean and Ellen never said anything. Ellen's family didn't have much, but Tom's family was poor and that bothered him. There was very little money and what money Tom had, he worked hard for. It had taken him months to make enough to purchase the red Ford Pickup that had seen better days.

Ellen ran down the steps of the porch and jumped inside the truck on the passenger side. She leaned over and gave Tom a quick kiss then slid over the bench seat to sit next him nearly straddling the stick shift on the floor to do so. Tom could feel the heat of her body next to his and he bit his lip in a vain attempt to keep his shaft from growing any further and making it even more uncomfortable for him to drive. Ellen didn't seem to notice as she snuggled up close while he desperately tried to maintain his calm. He put his hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze before shifting the gear into first and turning the truck around to head down the drive.

The movie they went to see had had been good, but Tom saw very little of it as he adjusted himself in his seat several times in anticipation as to what was to come. When the movie was over, he grabbed Ellen by the hand and almost ran out of the theater and back to the truck. Ellen nervously giggled anticipating what they were about to do and readily jumped into the truck again. It was well past dark and the moon was jutting into the sky by the time they reached Chaney road. The road was originally an old cow path that led to the river that had been widened and trampled on over the years. Tom drove down the road cautiously trying not to rattle his old truck, but that was inevitable as the vehicle bounced and creaked its way to the landing and stopped. The air was cool by the river and the crickets chirped their cries into the darkness. The shore was lapped at by waves of water and the moon cast a hazy glow. Tom and Ellen looked at each other with nervous intent.

"We're going to do this right?" Tom asked.

Ellen shook her head, "Yes, I want to."

Tom took a deep breath, "Ok."

Tom reached behind the seat of the truck and pulled out an old wool blanket. Both he and Ellen got out of the truck and the two headed towards the shore and stopped near a giant oak tree that seemed to stand vigilant over the water. He lay the blanket down underneath the tree and sat down patting the blanket next to him for Ellen to do the same. She quietly obliged and the two sat there for several moments before Tom leaned over and kissed Ellen like he never kissed her before with a passion that not only said I want you, but also told Ellen that he would be gentle. 

They kissed for several minutes more with each one building their courage trying to dispel their nervousness. Soon desire took over and shoes, clothes, and underwear were tossed aside and the two lay naked in the moonlight. Tom ran his hand along Ellen's body feeling every curve. She caught her breath when his hand slid over her breast and lingered.

"You're so beautiful," he said his voice softly filled with desire.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like me," Ellen giggled nervously.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful not even in those girly magazines," Tom confessed.

He leaned over and kissed Ellen firmly again parting her lips with his tongue. She returned the kiss and placed her hands on Tom's shoulders to steady herself. She could feel Tom's hard shaft press against her belly and thought of him penetrating her sent shivers down her spine. Tom fondled her breasts until the soft mounds kneaded by his fingers tightened the nipples into firm peaks in his palms. He leaned over and licked one then the other and wanted more. He placed his mouth firmly over one and sucked on it drawing the peak into his mouth and Ellen shuttered from the sensation.

"Oh God," she whispered hoarsely.

"I don't think God's going to help either one of us now," Tom said as he kissed the space between her breasts and lingered on one breast sucking it into his mouth again.

Ellen felt Tom's shaft on her belly grow harder then suddenly felt a wetness that dripped down her side.

"You didn't cum already did you?" she asked surprised.

Tom shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm just getting excited to be with you. It happens all the time."

Ellen ran her tongue over her lips and Tom took it as an invitation to kiss her again. He probed her mouth while he ran his hand over the length of her body and with his knee he slowly slid it between her legs to push them apart. At first, Ellen stopped him, but several kisses later she spread her legs willingly for him and felt him lower himself so that his shaft was at her opening.

"Is it going to hurt?" she asked and bit her lip.

"Maybe a little at first, but it will go away," Tom assured her.

Ellen nodded her head as Tom rubbed his shaft along her moistened slit while the soft curls of her maidenhood tickled him. He had all he could do not to slide inside of her without consideration, but he couldn't. He cared for Ellen too much to hurt her in that way and wanted their first experience together to be one that she would always remember in fondness. Slowly with patience he slid between her moist slit an inch at a time then stopped allowing Ellen to adjust to him.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

Ellen nodded yes and Tom pushed in a little further then stopped again.

"I'm right at the stop sign," he chided. "I'm going to break through."

"I know," Ellen said. "I'm ready. I want you to do it."

"Are you sure?" Tom asked.

"Yes, I want you to be the one," Ellen said.

Tom nodded as a sense of pride filled him and pushed again this time breaking the seal of her virginity causing Ellen to cry out and he held her close to him.

"I know it hurts. I know, but it will stop in a minute," he promised as he lay heavy inside her while she adjusted to the invasion of her virginity. 

And as he said, the pain did stop and Ellen began to enjoy the fullness of him and urged him to continue. Tom began to rock back and forth inside her, slowly at first to savor every bit of her warmth and wetness. When she began swell around his shaft, he knew she truly wanted him. He slid in faster pushing deeper inside her. Ellen was lost in a world of wonderment and passion as the sensations that went through her body, both strange and exciting, began to overtake her consciousness. She writhed under him while her hips gyrated in rhythm to his thrusts.

Tom could feel the cum stir in his balls and begin to rise. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would explode. He couldn't believe what Ellen was doing to him and how it made him feel. She was the one that would make him feel like a man and he needed that. He needed to know that Ellen would be his girl and only his. Ellen could feel her senses heighten. Her hips began rising and falling uncontrollably and the pulling almost painful need to orgasm overwhelmed her.

"Oh my God! I don't know what's happening," she cried.

"Just go with it. You're going to cum."

"I don't know if I can do this," Ellen cried.

Tom felt her tighten on his shaft and he knew she was going to splash her juices on it. He knew, too, that it would take him over the edge and he would shoot inside of her. Ellen's breath came in short gulps, sweat poured over her, and she cried out as her orgasmic ecstasy exploded carrying her away like the river running nearby. She couldn't stop it nor did she wanted it to. Tom held her, caressed her as she came in a wave of ecstasy that she had never felt before. As soon as she exploded on his shaft, Tom pushed inside of her driving into Ellen again and again feeling the cum inside of him rise. His shaft pulsated uncontrollably until it shot inside of Ellen showering her with his hot cream again and again until it was drained. Ellen could feel him as released his seed inside her and drank in the feeling as the hot stream of white cream filled her swollen cave.

Tom's arms began to tremble as he finished and finally slid off to Ellen's side where they both embraced the breeze coming off the water that covered them in a blanket of coolness that was much needed.

"Wow!" was all she could say as she caught her breath.

"Yea, wow is right," Tom said as he lay next to her and held her hand lost in his feelings for her.

Lost in his remembering, Tom was suddenly brought back to the present when a tractor trailer truck pulled up behind his car and the driver shouted out to him.

"You ok bud?" came the voice of the burley trucker.

Tom ran his hand over his face and the sweet delicious memory from the past faded into the back of his mind.

"Yea, I'm ok. I'm just resting my eyes," Tom lied and waved the trucker to move on.

The trucker waved back and drove past him blowing his horn in acknowledgement as Tom leaned back in his seat to regain his composure. He looked down at his pants and saw the wet spot that had dripped onto them. He would have to change when he got to work he told himself. He adjusted himself in his seat and started the engine of his car once more then pulled back into the stream of traffic. A decision had to be made and made soon he thought to himself. He couldn't live like this for very long.



Coming Home Ch. 04



Mom went back the next day. Liza had called that morning wanting to know how things had gone, mom told her she would return home and give her a minute by minute account.

It was a exhilarating week for me. I found myself concentrating better in the class room and studying better. I could not arrange the gang bang for Liza that I promised her for another month. Meanwhile, Friday would find me taking a bus back home. Even though I reached home a little late, around ten thirty, I found my girls waiting for me. They had bought some sexy lingerie and were now showing it off to me at every visit.

I specially liked Liza in her leather outfit with a whip in hand. I liked mom in more subdued manner, I don't know why I had begun to take a dominant role with her. I was rough with her, treating her like a slut and was more of an equal with Liza. Subconsciously the role had rubbed off to Liza too, who was ordering mom around like she was her sex slave.

I thought maybe the gang bang, seeing her being fucked by so many guys before my eyes had something to do with it. I did not care to analyze the fact, I let it slide since there was no loss in it.

A month later it was Liza's turn to be gang banged. She turned up as Mom had and was properly made up a redhead and was so damned sexy that I started kissing her as soon as we got on the elevator for the same room I had booked. I couple got in at first floor and smiled and nodded understandingly at what they thought were a young couple.

I was inside her the minute the door closed behind us. 

The boys came as had been scheduled and went through their rituals of shedding their clothes in the spare room. I lead them to Liza. One and three started to play with her tits as two got down to her already wet pussy.

As Two mounted her, Liza let out a moan, she was also licking and sucking the other two cocks alternately. I knew the two and three would come off very fast. They did, Two grunted as he shot his load into her and Three held her hair to direct his shooting sperm to her mouth and chin. I told the Irish to get ready to fuck her. He was already quite ready. This time I too had undressed and was waiting to get the first turn at her ass. This was her own request and I thought I should not her deny her that.

She nearly screamed in pain as the huge cock pierced her tight little used cunt. Her breathing was like that of a woman in labor and it took her nearly a minute to get used to his size. I let her get a proper fuck. She was crying and thrashing in no time, Irish was hammering away now and she was in a state of delirious orgasm that would leave her.

I noticed Two, who had last time stroked my cock come beside me and start to stroke it again. I grabbed his hair and moved his lips to it. He gladly took me into his throat, his one cupping my balls and the other on my ass. I was too horny watching my little sister being fucked by the giant cock. I did not care if it was a man or a women sucking my cock. It was preferably to just holding it myself.

I shot my load in his mouth. He seemed to really relish it and sucked my cock clean till it was soft and no sign of cum remained.

I watched as my sister thrashed from side to side, the other two cocks forgotten as the Irish fucked her harder and faster. She wailed as he came and arched her back and passed out for a moment. I had asked number six to get ready to take her pussy as soon as Irish was out. He hesitated seeing that she was out, but I wanted the constant barrage of fuck not to be stopped even the. He entered her soppy cunt and began to slow fuck her. 

She came to, and immediately began to suck the two cocks trailing a line of pre cum on her face. One came into her waiting mouth and I asked Black to take her. I wanted to see the size and feel the girth of his cock before she took him in her pussy. Her eyes widened at the sight of the ten inch monster, she could take even the head into her mouth, she pushed the foreskin back and licking the head. 

The Six in her pussy was coming. I asked Black to take her pussy, sideways so I could begin working on her ass. My cock was waking up again and I scooped some semen oozing out her on to my finger and begun to probe her anal opening. She nearly screamed the house down as she felt my two finger in addition to the huge cock in her. I gave her a little time to adjust and wetting my dick with her juices I plunged into her ass hole. 

She screamed and came. Then she began to come almost with every thrust, I thrust as Black pulled out and pulled ut as he thrust in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She kept repeating the words louder and louder each time. Then Black began to come, he plunged his tool deep into her to the hilt and became still, I plunged my cock inside her and she screamed as Black's cock expanded to erupt. Later she told me the pain was so fucking intense and beautiful at the same time she felt she was dying.

I asked Black to keep hammering hard into her till he softened. I started to come as well and sent her into another roller coaster ride of orgasm.

She was fucked twelve times in her pussy, taken six cocks into her mouth and eight times in her ass. It was almost four in the morning and she looked like she would drop dead. I thought one last go, as Black hammered her pussy and we all came over her body was all she might be able to stand. She came hard, harder than ever before collapsing into a depths of darkness. Fully satiated and fully fucked.

I let them out of the room after they showered and went back to her. I carried her as I had carried mom to the hot bath I had prepared for her. Washing her she murmured drunkenly how much she loved me. I cleaned off all the semen from her body, using my finger to clean her vagina as mush as I could and brought her into the other clean bed. I lay her down. Spooned her, inserting my hard cock into a burning pussy. She moved slowly and dreamily over my cock.

"Did you like the way you were fucked Liza?" I asked. "Did my little sister enjoy my little gift to her? Now you are a complete and total whore. A perfect slut. Brother's slut."

She did not reply. I drew my cock out to the tip and roughly hammered it back into her. Her sore pussy cried out in mercy. "Are you my complete whore now, bitch?" I hissed into her ear.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Say it fucking nicely and mean it." I rammed into her again.

"Yes, big brother, I am your sex slave for life, your whore, you slut. I am your bro, like Mom is. To be used like your sex toy, to love us when you want. Yours to do anything you want to do."

"I want to knock you both up, Liza. I want you and Mom to carry my seed, nurture it and be the mother of my children."

"Oh Jack, Jack... I don't know..."

"I want to see both your bellies swollen with seed, Liza. I want you to show me how much you love me and I want to show how much I love."

"Okay sweetheart." I pressed faster but gentler into her, coming into her, my teeth bit into her shoulder. She yelped in pain. I came and we slept.



Coming Home Ch. 04



SIX MONTHS LATER 

The December weather was snowy and windy, and Kerri drove slow to keep the Jeep on the road as she made her way up the mountain road to her father's house. 

Even through the cold -- she was bundled up in a thick sweater and heavy coat, thanks to the Jeep's broken heater -- she could feel the butterflies roiling in her stomach. Aside from a brief phone call and a few emails, she hadn't talked to her father since the weekend they had spent together over the summer break. Even the emails had been friendly and perfunctory, and neither of them had brought up what had happened. It seemed best, given her dad's grudging acceptance of the computer he'd bought to "keep in touch." The last thing either of them needed was a virus or security hole blowing their secret wide open. 

This visit promised to be very different from the last. For starters, her little sister Kim was visiting -- herself eighteen and attending college next term, in a different state than Kerri (thank god, she thought to herself). There was no way that Kerri and her father would get the alone time they wanted, even assuming he still felt the same way about her after all these months. 

Even if they did have time alone, she had to admit she had no idea what would happen. For the first few weeks after her return to her tiny studio apartment, her longing for him had been like a constant, bittersweet ache -- but over time, desire had become laced with doubt, and Kerri had begun to wonder if even she felt the same way she had. She wouldn't know until she laid eyes him again, and a large part of her was afraid of what would happen when she did. 

In short, the moment she most feared was approaching, on the other side of the wind and snow. So she drove slowly.

# # #

The house, aside from a few inches of snow and her father's traditional half-hearted attempt at Christmas lights, was just as she'd left it the previous summer. Kerri parked the Jeep out front and grabbed her bag, leaning into the icy wind with clenched teeth. White puffs of dusty snow exploded into the air as she ran for the front door. She knocked once, waited, decided it was absurd to knock at the door of a house she'd lived in most of her life, and let herself in. 

"Dad?" 

A burst of warm, fragrant air greeted her, smelling of wood smoke and pine needles, but no voice answered her own. She closed the door and set her bag down, then unwrapped her scarf and unzipped her jacket. 

"Hello?" she called as she hung up her jacket on the hook by the door. 

"Oh my god, shut up," a voice said from the living room. 

Kerri furrowed her brow and stepped out of the foyer, following the sound of that voice. She emerged into the living room to find Kim curled up on one corner of the couch, thumbing through a magazine. 

She hadn't seen her little sister since she'd left home the first time, and she was surprised by both how much and how little she'd changed. Though the resemblance would be instantly clear to anyone who made a casual observation, their similarity ended at their blue eyes and pale skin. Where Kerri's hair was long and and thick and tended to curl a little at the ends, Kim's was fine and straight, ending just below her shoulders. They were both slim, but where Kerri was slightly more curvy in the hips and waist, Kim was slender, although filled out a little from the stick figure she had been in high school. Finally, it was apparent that Kerri had gotten all the luck in the breast department; while hers were modest but shapely serviceable C-cups, Kim looked nearly flat-chested by comparison. Kim, however, had gotten the full lips and the perfect skin, flawless as apricot cream. 

Kerri noted with amusement that one other thing hadn't changed; Kim still wore shockingly tight tops, even in the cold weather, to accentuate the figure she had. 

"Hey, runt," Kerri said, not without affection. 

"Dad's not here," Kim said, legs crossed, one foot bouncing restlessly with Kim's typical nervous energy. 

"Hi to you too," Kerri said.

Her sister finally looked up. "That sweater makes you look like a cow," she said. 

"Thanks. That top makes you look like a whore." 

"I'm following in your footsteps." 

"Oh wow," Kerri said, her jaw dropping in mock surprise. "Does that mean you finally lost your virginity?" 

Kim looked at her wide-eyed for a moment, then could hold the facade no longer. She burst out laughing.

"Shut up, bitch," she said, and leaped off the couch and across the room to give Kerri a hug. Kerri squeezed her sister tight, once again marveling at how tiny and slender Kim still was. 

"I missed you," Kerri said. 

"I missed you too," Kim replied, and kissed her on the cheek. "Sorry about the cow thing." 

"No, you're right, it does make me look like a cow. I can't wait to get out of this damn thing. So where is Dad anyway?" 

"He drove down to the grocery to get more supplies. He said that with both of us here, we'd eat all the food in the house within a day." 

"That's because his idea of 'all the food in the house' is six peanuts and a can of Miller Lite," Kerri said. "So how did you get here before me?"

Kim shrugged her shoulders. "There was an earlier flight with some available seats, so I took it. Dad hung out with me for awhile, then decided to take off before you left. He said we needed girl time." 

"Right," Kerri said. "So how is girl time treating you so far?" 

"I've had about enough," Kim said, and they both laughed again. Then Kim got the mischievous glint in her eye that Kerri knew so well. 

"Uh-oh," Kerri asked. "What?" 

"Before he gets back, will you make the special coffee?" Kim asked, putting her fists under her chin in a highly successful attempt to look cute.

Kerri smiled. "You mean the coffee with the Bailey's in it." 

"Yeah."

"All this time and you haven't figured out how to filch your own liquor yet? Do I have to do everything for you?" 

"Dad won't let me have any. He thinks I'm still underage." 

"Right, because you've been eighteen how long? Nine minutes?" 

Kim delivered a punch to her sister's shoulder. "Nine months, bitch." 

Kerri rubbed her arm. "Well, you certainly hit like a grown-up. All right, one special coffee. But just one. I'm not having you getting lit and jumping off the roof of the house before Dad gets back. He's going to want to get the movie camera first." 

"Oh my god, you are so mean," Kim said. "I've missed you." 

Kerri grinned. "I've missed you too, sis." 

# # #

Steve returned an hour later, a gust of chill wind breaking up the warmth as he shuffled in, paper grocery bags under both arms. 

"Little help," he said. Both girls put down their coffee cups and bounced over to fetch the bags. Steve shrugged off his coat and hung it up next to Kerri's, just as she put down the groceries and threw herself into his arms for a hug.

"Hi Dad," she said, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into his shoulder. 

"Hi, kitten," he said, and squeezed her tight. She sought for clues to the questions that had been plaguing her in his embrace, but found nothing except the affection she'd known all her life. She decided to stop overthinking it and just enjoy the hug instead. 

As soon as she was finished, Kim pounced in to take her place, burying herself in Dad's arms. Kim almost disappeared when he put his arms around her. 

"I want another hug, too," Kim said. "I've missed you so much." 

"I just went to the store," he said, laughing a little.

"I mean before that." 

Kerri watched the two of them, noting that Kim's hug lasted a bit longer than hers had, and quickly suppressed the tiny sting of jealousy registering in the back of her mind. 

"Okay, that's enough," he said, and pushed Kim away gently. "I haven't even taken off my boots yet." He sniffed the air, then looked at Kerri. "You gave her the special coffee."

Kerri blushed. "I might have, a little." 

He rolled his eyes. "Oh boy. You didn't let her touch the coffee maker, did you?" 

"Hey," Kim said. "That was one time. Once." 

"Once was enough. You do know you're supposed to close the lid on the bean grinder before turning it on, right?" 

"Yes, I figured that out," Kim said. "Eventually." 

"Oh, Kim," Kerri teased. "Poor, sweet, stupid Kim with the brain the size of a walnut..."

"Eat it, Kerri," Kim said, and drew her fist back another punch at her arm. Kerri dodged sideways, laughing.

"All right, girls, let's save the steel cage match for later, please," Steve said. "I need to get dinner on." 

"Pasta?" Kim said, hopping with enthusiasm.

"Your favorite," he said, and Kerri felt that sharp sting again. 

# # #

Over dinner, they mostly talked about Kim -- her semester overseas as part of the foreign exchange program, her summer interning at a graphic design studio. Her father seemed very excited, but after the first twenty minutes or so, Kerri mostly wanted the conversation to be over -- mostly because her father would barely look at her, much less talk to her. Not that she could get a word in edgewise when Kim started running her mouth -- as always, she talked a mile a minute, barely stopping to take a breath. 

"So," Steve said when dinner was finished. "Who wants to help with dishes." 

"Me!" Kerri said at once, a little too emphatically.

Kim looked at her sister, perplexed. "What's the matter with you?" 

"I just want to help out," Kerri said. "It's not my fault you're a lazy bum."

"And it's not my fault you're a suck-up," Kim said, raising her hand and waving it in the air with frantic abandon. "Oh my god! Me! Please let me do dishes!" 

"Get bent," Kerri advised.

"Hey." Steve gave them both a stern look. "Cool it, ladies." 

"Just being sisterly, Dad," Kim said with a saccharine grin. 

"Now who's sucking up?" Kerri accused as she gathered up dishes.

"You are."

"Shut up." 

"Girls!" 

"Sorry, Dad," they said in unison. 

# # #

Kerri stood next to her father, drying dishes as he handed them to her. When Kim grew bored and wandered off to the living room, she nudged him. 

"I've missed you," she said softly. 

"I've missed you too," he said, and nudged her back. 

"So..." she searched for a way to phrase what she felt. "Are we okay?" 

He smiled, as if he understood exactly what she meant. "We're okay," he said. "We just can't let Kim suspect anything. You know how she is." 

"Nosy?"

"Smart." 

"I know," she said. He handed her a glass, and she dried it off idly. "I'd really like to kiss you right now, though." 

He gave her an amused look. "You're so bad." 

"You have no idea." 

"Just be careful. If Kim finds out --"

"Don't worry," Kerri said. "She won't find out." 

# # #

They finished up the dishes and returned to the living room to join Kim. Kerri heard a soft jumble of noise before she entered the room, and figured it out just before she laid eyes on her dad's latest acquisition. 

"You got a TV," she said with mild amazement. And indeed he had; a large flatscreen complete with surround sound. Kim had already found the remote and tuned it to some sort of nature documentary.

"And satellite," Steve said. 

"Oh my god," Kerri said. "Whatever happened to television rotting the brain and corrupting the moral sense?" 

"Hey, I never said anything about the moral sense," he said as he sat down on the couch next to Kim. "And as far as the brains are concerned, you two were a lost cause years ago--"

"Hey!" Kim said. She pounced on him and began frantically trying to tickle him. Deploying his traditional defense, he pinned her arms against her sides and pulled her into his lap. 

"That's not fair!" she giggled. "You're too big for me. This is an unfair fight." 

He released his grip and held out his hands, palms open. "Well, that's what you get. You started it. All right, I'm letting you go." 

"No," Kim said, settling in with her back against his chest with a contented smile. "I'm comfortable now." She stretched out her legs and made herself cozy. 

Kerri gnawed on a fingernail, trying once again to ignore the jealous little sting in the back of her brain. They settled down to watch the documentary. Kerri crossed her legs and folded her arms, chiding herself for seething the way she was, but apparently unable to stop herself. There was no point in denying it: she wanted to be the one sitting in her father's lap, feeling his arms around her, enjoying his warmth. Of course, that wasn't what she really wanted -- she wanted to be stretched out on the couch naked with him, ignoring this stupid documentary entirely. 

She told herself she was being ridiculous, but her mood refused to improve. Eventually, Kim slid down until her head was in her father's lap, her hands together on his knees. 

Steve looked over, caught Kerri's glance, then shrugged with an apologetic expression. Kerri looked at the chewed stubs of her fingernails. Already, she wasn't sure she was too fond of this particular vacation. 

# # #

Kim tired out quickly, far more jet-lagged than she had let on, and within an hour was dozing in her father's lap. Steve poked her lightly in the ear until she woke up with a start and an angry cry. 

"Ugh, I hate it when you do that," Kim said, putting her hand over her ear. 

"Then don't fall asleep on me," he said.

"I can't help it." 

"Consider yourself lucky I didn't give you a wet willie." 

Kerri, who had been taking a sip of wine, spit it across the room involuntarily. 

Kim looked over at her sister, her brow knitting. "What the hell's the matter with you?" 

"Got some up my nose," Kerri said. 

"Yeah," Steve said. "Kim, why don't you hit the sack? It's kind of late." 

"I'm not tired," Kim said, rubbing her eyes. 

"Good one, sweetheart. Go on." He gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the downstairs bedroom, and she stumbled away, muttering. 

Kerri and her father sat quietly until they heard the bedroom door close, then waited a while longer. Finally, almost in unison, they sprang from their places and went up the wooden stairs, as quickly as they could move without making apocalyptic amounts of noise. 

She followed him into his room, and he had no sooner shut the door behind them both before she threw herself into his arms. 

"I missed you, Dad," she said, and kissed him on the lips, pressing herself against him. 

He laughed a little under his breath. "Easy," he said, gently but firmly pushing her away. "I missed you too, but we can't go crazy. Not now."

Kerri frowned. "Come on, she's asleep. You know she is." 

She saw him wince, and felt a surge of indignation and frustration. She knew that face. That was the face of caution and second thoughts. 

"Kerri, we can't," he said, confirming her fears. "If she finds out, the shit will hit the fan." 

"So we'll be quiet," she told him, and pressed herself close to him again. She took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast. She had no bra on under her sweater, and she watched his expression as he put that particular fact together. For a moment, he teetered on the edge of giving in -- he drew her close to him, his other hand closing around her ass for a moment -- then regained his composure and drew back. 

"Kerri, come on. It's not going to happen. "Knock it off." 

Kerri's frustration reached a head, and she decided there was no way she was going back downstairs feeling this wound up. She knew that he wanted her -- she could see it in his eyes, in his posture. Playing nice wasn't working -- so she decided to try a different tactic. 

"Make me," she said, and stood up, standing in front of him. She undid the buttons of her sweater; one, two, then all four, exposing the inner curves of her breasts. Once again she was reminded how large he was, her head only coming up to his chest. "You're not the boss of me," she said, and gave him a playful, gentle shove. 

He rocked back on his heels, taking a step backward, a shocked expression on his face. "Now you're acting like your little sister," her dad said. "Like a little brat." 

"I used to be a little brat," she said, and pushed him playfully again She couldn't really budge him, but then, he wasn't resisting either. "Did you ever want to punish me? Take me over your knee and spank me, even though I was way too old for it? Make me scream?" 

"No," he said, and put his hands on her shoulders. She saw his eyes go to her chest -- her nipples were hard, the front of her sweater wide open, exposing her body. 

She grinned at him. "You did, didn't you? Did you ever want to just put something in my mouth to shut me up when I was mouthing off?" 

"Stop talking like that," he said, the note in his voice not really anger -- more like a rapidly eroding resolve. 

"Did you want to do it to Kim, too? Did you want to make us both kneel down and --"

"You be quiet!" her father commanded in a fierce whisper, and took a fistful of her hair, pulling her onto tiptoe. Her heart leaped, and she gasped loudly, her arousal rocketing off the charts. She looked up at him and saw that he'd seen it, too.

"Do it," she whispered. "Do it, Dad, punish me..." 

For a moment, her father just stood there, quivering, his expression tormented. Then he took her sweater in his hands and ripped it off her, almost tearing it in half. It fell away, as forgotten as her shirt that first night she'd dared to expose her true feelings for him. 

Suddenly, as if by magic, the whole world seemed clear again.

She took a step back and cupped her hands over her breasts, playing as though she were covering them. She widened her eyes and looking up at him, knowing it would drive him insane. She was right. 

"You better behave," her father said, clearly getting into the role. He reached down and unzipped his pants. His cock came out, hard and big, and then his hands were on her, driving her to her knees. She hit the hardwood floor, grunting a little, and he tangled his fingers in her hair again, tilting her head back. 

"Now you apologize to your father," he said. 

Kerri felt her heart pounding, her entire body tingling at the impromptu scenario they'd concocted. A part of her had been certain he wouldn't go for it -- but now, here he was, playing his part with apparent enthusiasm. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, and then he pushed his cock into her mouth. She whimpered and took it, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt him hit the back of her throat, but kept her arms at her sides. She was his now, and she let him have his way. 

He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, and she whimpered obligingly, letting him enjoy himself. When she raised her hands to touch him, he told her quietly to put them down, and she obeyed. Her overactive imagination started composing scenes of Kim walking in on both of them, eyes wide, mouth agape... and to her surprise, found the idea more arousing than scary. 

Finally, she pulled her head back long enough to breathe, and his cock came out of her mouth with an audible pop. She gasped for breath and looked up at him, playing defiant now. The corners of her mouth were wet, and she wiped the back of her hand across her lips. 

"Is that the worst you can do?" she asked. She saw a smile touch his mouth, but he didn't break his role. Instead, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her over to the bed, pushing her onto it face-down. His hand clamped around the back of her neck, gently enough to let her move if she needed to, firmly enough for her to pretend that she couldn't. 

She felt rough hands on her body; one on her bare shoulder, the other on her hip. He hiked up her skirt -- surprising him again. Much like that night in the woods, she'd worn nothing underneath, and paid the price in goosebumps from the cold all night -- now, suddenly, worth the discomfort. 

"Daddy," she pleaded, and then he put both hands on her hips -- his big strong hands! -- and thrust into her from behind, hard. Kerri buried her face in the covers to suppress a shriek, her fingers clawing at the quilt, as he bucked his hips and drove into her. Pleasure rocketed up her spine in waves, and she had to clench her teeth not to scream at the top of her lungs. 




Coming Home Ch. 04



"Do you like that?" he challenged, his hands gripping her tight. "Do you like being... shit, I can't..." 

"Say it," she gasped. "Call me a whore, God, you can say anything you want, fuck..." her words collapsed into a high-pitched whimper as he thrust particularly deep. 

"Do you like getting fucked by your father, you little tramp?" he whispered savagely, the hesitancy leaving his voice now. 

"God, yes, Daddy, no, oh fuck... I'm sorry..." a blinding orgasm threw her play into confusion; was she still pretending she was being punished? A moment later, it no longer mattered -- he picked up speed, his words losing all meaning, fading away as she came once, then again, her whole body shuddering. She went limp in his grasp, turning her head to look back at him. At the last moment, he pulled out and came on her back, a spray of warm droplets against her skin. 

"Oh my God," she breathed, and grinned at him helplessly as the last of his orgasm quaked through him. She could feel his hand quivering on her hip, even as his seed began to dribble a little down her bare sides. 

His pants had pooled comically around his ankles in their haste, and now he pulled them up, breathing heavily. He collapsed onto the bed next to her, where she lay unmoving, her whole body still tingling. 

"That was..." she said. 

"Yes," he said, and then he did meet her eyes, and she didn't see any more doubt or shame or anger, but just happiness -- the happiness she'd come here to give him. 

She brushed moist hair back from her eyes. "Did you, um... like that? Playing around like that?" 

He nodded, smiling a little, clearly just slightly embarrassed. "It surprised me. I didn't think you were..."

"Yeah," she grinned. "I didn't think I was either. But you were okay with it?" 

"Oh, I think so," he said casually, and they both laughed. 

"Me too," she said. "I wouldn't mind doing it again, maybe." 

"We'll see," he said, that familiar parental note creeping back into his voice. 

The tension that had been driven out of them soon returned, and her father fetched an old shirt from the floor and cleaned off her back with it, tossing it overhand into the corner hamper when he was done. She retrieved her sweater and shrugged it back on, buttoning it up once more. While he straightened up, she ducked into the tiny adjacent bathroom and tried in vain to fix her hair. It was pretty well hopeless -- fortunately, it had not been that neat to begin with. 

"I didn't, you know," he told her when she stepped out of the bathroom. 

She blinked, confused. "Didn't what?" 

"Think of you like that. Or of your sister like that. Not before... last summer." 

She smiled. "Never?" she asked. "Never ever?"

He rubbed his chin with one hand. "Nothing I'd ever admit to. I think I'll just chalk it all up to your moral turpitude." 

"My what?" she said, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. 

He smiled. "It means you're a corrupting influence." 

"That's the nicest compliment anyone's ever given me," she said, and ran a finger down the center of his chest. "So, what about Kim?" 

"What about her? Hopefully she slept right through that." 

"No, I mean... did you ever think about her? The way you thought about me?" 

He winced good-naturedly. "Jesus, Kerri, come on." 

"I'm just curious. You seemed to like it when I talked about the two of us..."

"That was talk." 

"Uh-huh." 

"Don't get any funny ideas," he warned. 

She grinned at him. "Nothing I'd ever admit to," she said.



Coming Home Ch. 05



It was six months since I had arranged the gang bang for my sis. I still went back every weekend. And even though I tried to be the dominant partner, the master with Liza. And Liza's and my relationship with mom had become more and more dominant. We hardly referred to her as anything but bitch. We hardly called her mom now, except in public which had become infrequent.

Liza had even bought a leash and a collar, and one day surprised me with all the gadgets she had accumulated. Whips, paddles and chains. She told me she kept mom leashed most of the time. 

I knew by instinct that I would just have to order her to get pregnant. We had been thinking for many weeks now about moving out of Ohio and after much deliberation had selected Arkansas as the destination. A college was nearby where I could complete my education and there Liza would live as my wife and mom as our poor aunt.

We married as soon as we reached Little Rock. I took them both to a resort some distance away. Both the girls had been off the pill for over a month now. We had been making do with ass fucking and sucking.

I fucked Liza all night that night. At Liza's insistence I devoted the next night to mom. They wanted to get pregnant together if possible. We were together, all three of us after that. I found my sexual drive was becoming almost insatiable. I had to fuck both of the at least once each night. Mostly two or three times with Liza before my cock fell asleep.

Liza got knocked up first. 

Liza had been craving for sex with a different person for a very long time. But since we did not want to end up not knowing who the father of the child was, we had desisted.

I had become friendly with a neighbor - African American - and his wife. Jim and Suzy were a neat couple who frequently joined Liza and me to the pub. I had seen Jim eye Liza with lust in his eyes. I had wondered about Suzy myself. I wondered if they were into swinging. It would be nice to have Jim fuck my wife and have the chance to fuck Suzy. From what I could see she was well loaded with everything. Big ass and tits.

One night, a few beers (for men) and margaritas (for women) I decided to open the subject. I told him, like it was a hilarious incident, my entry into a chat room full of swingers. Some had even uploaded their photos too... boy were some of them hot!

Jim asked me if I found any that I might want to pursue. I told her that there was a black couple, with a fantastic seven inch cock that Liza had drooled over, but they lived way out in Boston. 

"Hell man, it is an insult that you find people so far away hot and not us, who live nearby..."

"Hey Jim, no hard feelings, Man, I think you both are sexy too. Well at least I think Suzy is hot and Liza thinks you are hot. Man, you can't count the number of times it was Suzy while fucking Liza."

"Holy shit... man you serious."

"Oh yeah, and Liza I am sure would like to see you deep inside her."

"Holy shit man, Suzy has been making me pretend I was you. Even switched off lights to make it look real... keeps calling your name as I fuck her."

We all laughed. It was Jim who made the bold suggestion, taking talk away into reality. "Say Jack, what say you we all go to my house and try out the new combination of you with Suzy and me with the lovely Liza."

I looked at Liza and saw the flush on her face. She was aroused. I looked at Suzy and could swear her nipples standing up. She ran her tongue over her lips. I had a hard on, I bend sideways to see, Jim had a huge hardon too.

I said: "What the fuck we waiting for."

We reached home in record time. And we were all naked in record time. Jim was an exact replica of the Black from the college days. Same length but slightly less thick. And with out her clothes, Suzy's well trimmed pussy was wet and shining. I decided to go down on the ebony angel and taste her nectar. Jim had same thoughts as he put Liza on the couch, had spread her legs and was clucking happily at the beautiful sight of my sis's pussy.

I followed suit. Spreading the brown pussy lips apart to show the deep pink insides. Boy she was sexy. I put a finger in and was surprised at how tight she felt. I would have thought that being banged regularly with Jim's dick would have loosened her a bit. I put my tongue out and licked the inside of her pussy. She tasted tangier than Liza. I began to lick her with pleasure, flicked a tongue now and then at her clitoris. She was moaning. Both of them were moaning.

I had had enough, I wanted to have my cock in her and her tits in my hands. I got up and positioned myself holding my cock to guide it into her waiting hole. I sank in and put my lips on her nipples. They were twice the size of Liza's. Even mom's nipples which were big seemed smaller in comparison. I sucked each one as Suzy moaned . I kissed her while fucking her.

Soon both of us were uncomfortable on the couch and I pulled her down on to the floor, turning her around to fuck her from behind. Liza and Jim were already on the floor and with Liza's legs on his shoulders, he was fucking her pussy in a slow rhythm. I began a slow long stroke routine, speeding up in between to give her a few minute long fast fuck before slowing down again.

Suzy liked to swear. She was cursing like a drunken sailor. "Mother fucking, son of a bitch shit. Oh this is good - oh yeah fuck me long and hard white boy. Oh yeah Jack, Jack my boy... Fuck Suzy deep and fucking hard. You want my ass baby take it, fuck my pussy first.."

She would now and then glance at the other couple and comment too. "Oh yeah, baby girl, Liza, give my man a good fuck, he has been dripping his semen for you for long baby.... Oh yeah Jim, fuck the white bitch as hard as her husband is fucking me. Yeah yeah, yeah."

I heard Liza screaming in pleasure, Kim was pounding at her at full speed grunting that he was coming. I started to pound Suzy hard and fast. Holding her by the waist I started my jack hammer drill. She was coming hard and fast. Calling me a bastard, fuck my white bastard. I told her to take it black bitch as I pounded harder into her. She stiffened and arched her body upward, I slapped her down. Her ass was too big for me to penetrate deep with her upright. I turned her back to missionary position and dug back into her.

She was breathing hard and yelping, her legs raised in the air as I fucked her with added zest. I had had only fucked one other black girl before and that was not a great fuck. But this was turning out to be a memorable fuck. I kept up my speed and speed was drooling and blubbering as her husband and my wife watched the show. 

At last I began to feel my semen begin its rise to the tip . I slammed one hard and taking her head in my palms I planted a kiss on her, with her moaning and screaming into my mouth as she I and I came I felt an earthquake shake our bodies.

I was nearly ten minutes later that, we still kissing and our lips swollen when Jim and Liza clapped and handed me a beer. I came out of her, soft and limp and said: "Suzy, you are one fucking lay."

"You are equal to it Jack. More than equal. Didn't have such a good one in a long time."

"Well baby, you are in for even harder one soon. Let me replace the fluids I lost first."

"Well, good for you two, I have had a real good fuck from Jim yet. He came too soon for my liking. Jim, this time last longer and fuck like you want to tear my cunt apart."

With that she went down on her knees and took his flaccid, sticky cock in her mouth. With the thing still small she could do it. And it began to grow inside her mouth. Seeing him grow I began to stir too. "Come on, black beauty. Show me what you can do with your tongue." I said and taking Suzy by the hair gently lead her to my cock. 

Her mouth like there was a suction attached to it. She slurped my flaccid cock and her tongue began to press against the underside. I was harder in her mouth and she kept her nose buried in my sparse pubic hair. Goodness, the bitch could suck a dick!

I exulted in the sheer pleasure her tongue was giving me. I reached down to hold her tits, found the nipples and began to play with them, sometimes pinching them gently and sometimes pulling them. Her moans sent a ripple of pleasure that started from my cock and spread to the rest of my body. I could have let her do this all night!

I glanced at the other two. Jim was hard and erect now and he was turning her around to take her from behind. He saw me looking and grinned. I grinned back . His dark skin against Liza's pale skin was terribly erotic. As mine must have felt for him. I leaned back on the couch and watched as Liza's pussy parted to take the cock in. She moaned and he fucked her hard and fast, then slowed down to a steady rhythm. 

My cock was being sucked like never before. I soon felt the semen strat to boil and begin its journey. She felt it too and swlaoowed the whole of my cock and sucked. I shuddered with the pleasure that I was feeling, never in my life had I been so aroused with a blowjob. Her mouth became like a vice trying to suck and I erupted into her. She kept drinking my cum without batting an eyelid. 

Liza was screaming as he she felt the cock cum in her cunt. I watched her with half open eyes.

I knew this was a good beginning to a long relationship we were going to have with Jim and Suzy.



Coming Home Ch. 05



5. CONFESSION

After getting dressed, Kerri padded downstairs quietly, wishing she could stay with her father all night. Now that they were no longer alone, the long nights they'd spent together the previous summer seemed like even more of an indulgence. Their chances of getting any more such moments this trip were slim at best. Silently, she resigned herself to taking what she could get. 

The house had only one spare bedroom -- the other had been changed into a makeshift storage space years ago -- and so Kerri knew that she and Kim would be bunking together, just as they used to when they were both younger. Even though road fatigue and the after-effects of adrenaline had left her light-headed and weary, she ducked into the bathroom for a quick shower. Kim might be a tad oblivious, but diving into bed next to her smelling of sex was not a chance she was willing to take. 

She stripped off her clothes and showered, not bothering to wet her hair, and dried herself. When she returned, naked, to the bedroom, she found Kim curled up on the side of the bed that had traditionally been hers, knees drawn up against her chest, arms protruding off the side of the bed in the odd sleepy abandon that was Kim's trademark. Kerri slipped into the cool sheets on her own side, briefly wondering if sleeping in the nude next to her sister would be considered strange, then deciding she didn't care.

Kerri gazed out the window, still euphoric from their encounter upstairs. It was only going to get more difficult from here to find time with her dad. Even once had been risky, and she was uncertain she could even talk him into it a second time. She began to nod off, vague fantasies of locking Kim in a closet for a few hours running through her head. 

"What were you two doing?" 

Kim's voice instantly startled her back to wakefulness. "What?" she said, a little more nervously than she'd intended, and sat up. 

Kim rolled over, her eyes half-open, and regarded her with a sleepy glare. "I heard a bunch of noise upstairs." 

Kerri's throat closed. "You did?" 

"I heard something thump." 

Kerri thought of her knees hitting the hardwood floor as her father had pushed her down in front of him. Surely it couldn't have been that loud. Could it?

"You were just dreaming," she said, trying to keep her voice from quavering -- she felt like her heart had sprung up through her chest into her throat. "Go back to sleep." 

Kim mumbled something incoherent and rolled onto her side again, then rolled back. "Are you naked?" she asked.

Kerri sighed. "Yes, I am." 

"Weirdo," Kim said, and rolled away again. Within moments, her breath evened out into sleep again. 

It was a long time before Kerri could doze off again. 

# # #

By the time Kerri woke up the next day, sunlight was streaming through the window directly into her face. She sat up and found the bed empty apart from herself. She put on some clothes -- a blue tank top and jeans -- and ventured out of the bedroom. 

She emerged into an empty house. The television and lights were off, and the living room was unoccupied. "Hello?" she called out, and met only with silence. Finding no one downstairs, she padded upstairs to the master bedroom, fearing for the briefest instant that Kim had unraveled the mystery and decided it was time to try to outdo Kerri, just like she did with everything else, that she would somehow find the two of them together, naked --

But no. The bed, and the bedroom, were empty. She was alone. 

She walked back downstairs and peered out the kitchen window into the driveway. The truck was gone, the tire tracks it had left behind already filling up with falling snow. 

So they'd gone without her. Without even telling her. A knot of resentment and anger formed in her stomach, and she decided to make herself breakfast to take her mind off the sudden feeling of abandonment. 

Two hours later, as Kerri sat in front of the television, she heard the truck amble up the driveway. A few moments later, Kim and her father bustled into the house, carrying bags, both of them talking and laughing. 

"Hey sis," Kim chirped.

She turned, trying not to glare. "Hey," she said. "Where were you two?" 

"In town," Steve said, as if it were self-explanatory. "I had to make a parts run."

"To the hardware store?" Kerri asked. "Why didn't anybody tell me?" 

Steve looked at her quizzically. "I told Kim to leave a note. Didn't you?" 

Kim made a show of puzzlement so complete and detailed that Kerri instantly knew it was fake. "I thought I did," she said, scanning the empty kitchen counter as she shrugged off her coat. "Oh, wait a minute. I put it in my coat pocket by accident. I'm sorry." She gave Kerri a sympathetic look. An Oscar-winning performance all around. 

"And yet, society trusts her enough to vote for the leader of our nation," Steve said.

Kim scoffed indignantly. "Shut up, dad!" she said, and gave him a playful push as he emptied the bags. Kerri saw that they'd hit the grocery store as well. 

"No big deal," she said with a smile, then turned back to the television. She listened to Kim and her dad chatter happily until she couldn't take it anymore, and turned up the volume to drown them out. 

# # #

The snow began falling in earnest, and Steve bundled up again and ventured outside to plow the driveway. Kerri tuned the television to some brain-dead movie, and tried not to pay attention as Kim wandered around the house.

After awhile, Kim disappeared into the upstairs, and Kerri did her best to try to stifle her own resentment. She was being silly. So the two of them had gotten a little alone time. Was that so unreasonable? Why did she feel so jealous about something as stupid as a trip to the hardware store? Why did she think of that store as somehow her territory, territory that Kim was blithely horning in on? 

The whole thing was stupid and petty -- exactly the kind of feelings her younger sister seemed so capable of inspiring in her, often without even trying. Kerri tried to lose herself in the movie and forget about it. 

After awhile, Kim flopped down next to Kerri on the couch, carrying an armful of books. Kerri glanced over and saw that they were the old family photo albums -- Kim had dug them out from their father's room upstairs. 

"Do you want to look at these with me?" Kim asked, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. She drew her legs up underneath her and sat cross-legged, the first of the albums open on her lap. 

"No thanks," Kerri said.

Kim shrugged and began leafing through the pages, making the occasional comment as she went. "Oh wow. Junior year. Look at you. You were so gorgeous. What happened?" 

"Bite me," Kerri said.

"It's all that college binge drinking. Dries you out and makes you all leathery and haggard-"

"I can't help it, I have to drink to forget living under the same roof with you for sixteen years."

"Shut up," Kim said, not unkindly. "Oh my God, remember this? The Halloween I was into Sailor Jupiter? I looked awesome." She tilted the album so Kerri could see. Kerri gave it a passing glance. 

"You looked like a pedo-bait microskank," she declared.

"You're so mean!" Kim said, slamming the album shut and picking up the next one. "Oh, that reminds me. We ran into Dad's friend Rich while we are at the hardware store. Remember him?" 

"A little," Kerri lied, remembering the possibly-knowing glance Rich had given her after her encounter with her father in the store's back room that summer. She was pretty sure she could never set foot in the place again.

"He got me by myself and I swear, he totally made a pass at me. Like, started asking me all these questions about how long I planned to stay, and if I was enjoying hanging out with my dad, and how I'd grown and shit, while he stared right at my chest. It was weird." 

"He totally wanted you," Kerri said idly. 

"Probably," Kim laughed, leafing through the new album. "He's actually not that bad for an older guy, though." 

Kerri gave her an incredulous look. "Rich?" she asked. 

"Yeah. He's got the gray hair and those big rough hands. And he's not that old. I'd do him." 

Kerri shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Out of nowhere, the question of whether or not she and her sister thought alike had presented itself, unwelcome as a drunken houseguest. "He's the same age as Dad," she said, looking sideways to gauge Kim's reaction, even as a quiet voice in her mind asked her what the hell she was doing by guiding the conversation in this direction. 

Kim smiled a little and continued leafing through the photo album, then shrugged her shoulders. "That doesn't bother me. I bet he likes that anyway. He's probably an old pervert and wants me to call him Daddy." 

A hysterical laugh escaped from Kerri before she realized it was coming, and she clapped her hand over her mouth for a moment. "Oh my God," she said. 

"What?" Kim looked over at her, somewhat intently. "Does that freak you out or something?" 

Oh, Kim, Kerri thought. You can't imagine how much and how little that freaks me out at the same time. 

"No," she said out loud. "You should totally go for it. Maybe you can find that old Sailor Jupiter costume and pay him a visit." 

Kim giggled. "Okay, now you're just being gross." She flipped a page as she pondered. "Although I'll bet it still fits." 

"Now who's the pervert?" Kerri asked, attempting it as a bit of a dig, but her heart wasn't in it. 

"Guilty, I guess," Kim said, not rising to the bait. Kerri looked over at her sister. Kim was staring down at an old photograph of their dad, wearing that same flannel shirt he still wore, his hair a little fuller, his frame a little leaner -- but still not that different. 

Kim smiled. "Do you remember when I was younger and I wanted to marry Dad when I grew up? And I even told him about it?" 

Kerri massaged a temple with her fingertips. A headache had suddenly developed. "I really don't," she said, lying again. 

"I don't remember exactly what he said," Kim said. "I remember he laughed about it and thought it was sweet. I remember how disappointed I was when I finally figured out that I couldn't marry my own dad. I'm so glad I didn't blather that to someone at school or something. It's so embarrassing." 

"Yeah," Kerri said. "Pretty embarrassing." 

Kim fell silent for a moment, the crackle of the turning pages and the distant rumble of the snowplow the only sound in the room. "Dad was a hot guy, though," she said at last. 

Kerri blinked. The surreal turn of the conversation snapped something in her. "What are you talking about?" she said, more harshly than she'd intended. 

Kim shrugged. "I'm just saying, he was an attractive guy. Still is, really. He's got that rugged sort of--"

"You shouldn't be thinking that way about him," Kerri blurted, even as alarm bells went off in her own head. She willed herself to shut up while she still could. "Are you nuts?" 

Kim looked over at her quizzically. "What's wrong with you?" 

"I'm just saying, that's... inappropriate." 

"What's the big deal? I'm just talking. You're acting like--"

"Well, do me a favor," Kerri interrupted. "Don't talk about it, okay? Just don't." She got up from the couch and rushed from the room. 

"Kerri!" Kim's voice called after her, bewildered and hurt. Kerri shut herself in the bathroom and blocked the door with her body, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that she'd just royally screwed up. 

# # #

After a long time, Kerri slipped out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom, hoping Kim wouldn't be there. She wasn't, and Kerri threw herself onto the bed, covering her eyes with her hands. She stayed that way for the better part of an hour, contemplating ways out of the verbal maze she'd just blundered into. Why had she been so stupid as to overreact like that? Why was she reacting like a jealous lover? 

That, of course, was the exact answer. If Kim had similar feelings for Dad -- if she even hinted at it, even as a joke or an idle fancy -- she suddenly became a rival. Something for the two of them to fight about. But that entire thought was ridiculous. It simply wasn't possible that Kim felt the same way. Was it? 

Her mind began to concoct wild scenarios, imagining Kim going through the same agonized thought process that she had gone through herself: admitting her feelings, wrestling with the shame and doubt, putting those feelings away, bringing them out again, finally deciding to take the plunge and confront them, maybe during a moment alone with her Dad when she knew no one was watching...

It seemed ridiculous, yet at the same time utterly plausible. 

Even worse was the idea that Kim felt the exact opposite, and that Kerri had somehow tipped her hand by so wildly overreacting to what her sister had said. She liked to make fun of Kim as being dumb, but she really wasn't, and even if she was unlikely to figure out what was going on from such thin evidence, it wasn't inconceivable. And if she did figure it out -- it could tear all three of them apart. 

Kerri tried to control her sudden, panicky breaths, willing herself to calm down, until her dad knocked on the door and summoned her to the dinner table.

Dinner was only slightly awkward. Kim and her dad chatted as amiably as always, talking about the trip into town, what had changed, what hadn't changed, the weather, the snowplow, the novelty of satellite television in the house. Kerri ate quietly and chimed in when she had an opportunity, which was not often -- the two of them talked almost non-stop, and if Kim anything, Kim seemed to have forgotten what had happened earlier. 

But, of course, Kerri knew that she hadn't. 

# # #

The three of them watched television until around ten, and then Steve begged off, citing weariness from a day of plowing the snow. He hugged them both and gave them both kisses on the cheek, and Kerri found herself ashamed that a part of her mind laboriously timed each kiss, measuring them against one another. Some sibling rivalries never ended, it seemed -- but her own kiss was slightly longer, so she was satisfied. 

Kerri retired to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes while Kim showered. She drew the sheets up around her and lay on her side, listening to the running water and watching the snow fall outside. She found herself wishing she hadn't even come up here. She chastised herself for endangering the secret she'd sworn to her father she'd keep. She hoped that Kim would just fall into bed and go to sleep without trying to start a discussion. 

When the shower stopped, she closed her eyes and lay still. She pretended to be asleep as Kim came into the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed. She heard the whisper of Kim brushing her hair. 

"You're not sleeping," Kim said at last. 

Kerri pursed her lips. "How do you know?" 

"I didn't. I do now." 

Kerri opened her eyes and rolled onto her back. Kim perched on the end of the bed in a white bathrobe, brushing her wet hair. 

"So," Kim said. "What's going on with you?" 

"What are you talking about?" 

Kim put down the brush with a disgusted look. "Please, let's not do this. You're obviously pissed at me about something. I'd just like to know what I did so I can apologize for it." 

Kerri winced and sat up, drawing her knees up against her chest. The covers fell off her, leaving her half-nude in front of Kim, but she didn't care. 

"You didn't do anything," Kerri said. "You have nothing to apologize for." 

"Then what?" Kim asked, turning to face her. Her bathrobe slipped open a bit, the neckline suddenly plunging to her navel. "Why are you being so weird?" 

Kerri shrugged. "I guess I'm just a little jealous," she said. 

"Of what?" 

"Of you and Dad. How you talk all the time. How well you get along." 

Kim snorted. "Are you crazy? Dad wouldn't stop talking about you the whole time we drove into town. How much fun you'd had that summer, how great it was that you were performing well in school, and how proud he is of you and on and on."

Kerri rubbed the back of her neck. "He did?" 

"He totally did," Kim said. "So, if anyone's jealous, it should be me. You're the favorite in the house right now. The only reason he's talking to me at all is because I've been gone for longer." 

Kerri grimaced. "That's not true."

"How do you know?" Kim said. 

Kerri only shrugged. 

"Okay, then," Kim said. "So, will you please stop acting like the jealous older sister? I'm not going to take Dad's love away from you." 

Kerri laughed, then suddenly felt herself on the verge of tears. She clapped a hand over her mouth, desperately searching for a cover. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was so mean to you." 

"Aw," Kim said, and scooted over to hug her. Her bathrobe fell open even further, and for a moment, their bare flesh met before Kim drew back self-consciously. "God, don't cry about it." 

"Sorry," Kerri said, and managed a smile. She met Kim's gaze and found her sister staring back at her intently. 

"What?" 

Kim bit her lip. "Is there something else going on?" 

Kerri's heart thumped. "What do you mean?" 

"I'm just... you just got really upset when I talked about how... about Dad." 

"Yeah." Kerri swallowed hard. 

"What was that all about?" Kim asked. "Did I freak you out or something?" 

Kerri took a deep breath and gave a small, nervous laugh. "Yeah, maybe a little," she said, hoping that would let her off the hook. 

Kim looked away, frowning. "Do you think it was... wrong of me to say?" She gazed at the wall, a faraway look in her eyes. 

Oh, shit, Kerri thought. "Kim, you don't have to--"

"Because sometimes," Kim interrupted, "I still think about it." She looked at Kerri, her expression so vulnerable that Kerri truly felt for her. She knew that expression. She saw the same doubt and anguish that she'd experienced herself. 

"You have?" Kerri ventured quietly.

Kim nodded. "Yeah. I think the worst part was when I was with my first boyfriend, earlier this year, when we..." She made a vague gesture with her hands. "Can I tell you a secret?" 

No, Kerri thought. Please god no. "Yes," she said out loud. 

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?" 

Please just don't tell me, Kerri thought. "I promise."

Kim took a deep breath and braced herself. "When I had my first time with my boyfriend, I... I thought about him. I thought about Dad." 

"Oh god," Kerri said, and put her hand over her mouth. Kim winced, no doubt taking her sister's shocked expression entirely the wrong way. 

"I felt so bad about it afterward," Kim said. "I didn't tell my boyfriend, but we ended up fighting a lot after that, and I... didn't have sex with him again. We just broke up eventually. And then we had break-up sex once, before he moved away, and I thought about Dad again. I couldn't help it. And I liked it. I liked it a lot. And I felt so guilty about it..." 

Kerri sat frozen, eyes wide. 

Kim ran her hands through her hair. "And I thought that I wouldn't think about it at all when I came up here. I would just compartmentalize it, put it out of my mind and just chalk it up to... to hormones or something. I don't know. But then when we were sitting together on the couch... I started..."

Kim stopped and looked over at her sister. Kerri's hand was still over her mouth. 

"Oh my god," Kim said. "You think I'm a total freak." 

"I don't," Kerri said. 

"I am, though. It's completely sick." 

"It isn't." 

"How can you say that?" Kim asked. "It's... he's my dad!" She looked as though she was about to cry. "You think I'm totally disgusting, don't you?" 

Kerri closed her eyes. The decision in front of her was plain: confess or lie. Neither path was easy. If she told her sister what she'd done, it could truly tear them both apart. But she couldn't let Kim suffer the same self-doubt that had gnawed at her for months and years. 




Coming Home Ch. 05



"I don't think you're disgusting," Kerri said. "Kim, I have to tell you something." 

"Okay," Kim said, sniffling, and scooted toward her. Her bathrobe fell open again, and Kerri realized they were both half-naked, vulnerable. It seemed fitting somehow. 

"I felt... I feel... the same way. I have for a long time. So I totally know what you're talking about." 

Kim's eyes widened. "You do?" 

Kerri nodded. "In fact... and this next part's kind of hard... you have to promise me you're not going to freak out, okay?" She suddenly felt like her adrenaline was going to go off again. 

Kim blinked, then nodded numbly. "Okay."

Kerri took a deep breath. "When I was up here last summer... Dad and I..." 

"Oh my god," Kim said. Her mouth dropped open.

"Yeah." 

"You didn't." 

"We did." 

Kim gaped in shock. "Like, you...?"

"We had sex," Kerri said. 

Kim's hand's clapped over her mouth. 

"A lot," Kerri added.

"Holy shit," Kim said, her voice muffled between her fingers. 

"Yeah," Kerri said with a grimace. "So, when you started talking about how you thought he was hot and how you used to want to marry him, I got... jealous, I guess." 

"Oh my god," Kim said, and stood up. "It makes so much more sense now." She began to pace the room. "You seriously fucked him?" 

"Yeah," Kerri said. "Several times, actually." 

"And he was, like... okay with it?" 

Kerri laughed. The wide-eyed disbelief on her sister's face was somehow charming. "Well, eventually. He took some convincing. I think that maybe he'd wanted to for awhile, but couldn't really admit it to himself. I had to draw him out a little. There was some drama." 

"Oh my god," Kim said, and suddenly smiled. "You sick bitch." 

They both laughed, and Kerri felt a great deal of the tension in the room suddenly bleed away. 

Kim sat down on the bed again, on Kerri's side this time, close to her. "So what was it like?" 

"What do you mean, what was it like?" Kerri asked. 

"You know what I mean. Was he good?" 

Kerri smiled. "Um, yeah. He is. Was. Is." 

Kim's eyes widened again. "Have you two done it again since you've been here?" 

Kerri grimaced. "Yeah. Last night. I'm sorry." 

Kim laughed and fell back on the bed, the front of her robe coming completely undone. Her small nipples pointed at the ceiling, slightly hard in the chill air. "I can't believe this," she said. "It's totally surreal." 

"You're telling me," Kerri said. 

"God," Kim said, rubbing her eyes. "I thought I was a total monster for feeling the way I did. I thought I was going straight to hell." 

"Well, you still might," Kerri said with a smile. 

Kim giggled. "This is such an incredible relief. I mean, it's still weird, but..."

"But you're not alone," Kerri said. 

Kim looked up at her and smiled. "Yeah," she said, and reached for Kerri's hand. Kerri took it and squeezed.

"I love you, sis."

"I love you too, runt." 

Kim held onto her hand, biting her lip. "So... tell me what happened." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Tell me how you got him to... how you convinced him." 

Kerri laughed. "Seriously? You want all the messy details?" 

"I seriously want all the messy details." 

Kerri thought about it, then shrugged. "All right," she said. "But just remember, you asked for it." 

# # #

She started with the tale of that first night out on the balcony, where they'd had some wine and talked, and how they'd had their first awkward kiss. She talked about his reluctance and nervousness, and how she'd gently coerced him into letting her go down on him. Kim listened, wide-eyed and rapt, and by the time Kerri finished her description, she was squirming a little on the bed. 

Kerri glossed over the details of her father shutting the door on her afterward, and the awkward conversation that had followed, and moved straight on to her encounter in the barn. She felt a touch of guilt at betraying their secret, but at the same time, felt a rush from watching Kim's reaction. Several times, Kim stopped to press her for details; about what he'd said, about his body, about what it had been like. By the time she finished the second part of her story, Kim's face was flushed. 

"So what happened after that?" Kim asked. 

Kerri smiled. "Oh my god. You're into this, aren't you?"

Kim nodded eagerly. "Please? I want to hear the whole thing." 

"I don't know. He's probably going to be pissed when he finds out I told you." 

"Please?" 

"All right," Kerri said. Her knees ached from so much time spent sitting, and so she stretched out next to her sister. A small part of her knew where this might lead, but the thought of breaking a fresh taboo made her heart beat faster. Kim seemed grateful for the closeness, and scooted close to her, not bothering to close her bathrobe. 

Surprising herself a little, Kerri skipped the bit about the hardware store. That, she decided, belonged to just her and her father. She also neglected to mention their moment in the bathtub, and the mixed feelings of nostalgia and arousal it had stirred in her. She found she liked keeping a few things to herself. 

Instead, she skipped ahead to the night they'd spent in the tent, and told Kim about how she'd gone down on him in the pouring rain. As she talked, she gingerly put one hand on her sister's bare stomach, testing her reaction. Kim responded with a nervous smile and a soft, happy noise. She didn't seem to mind. 

"So, then, last night..." Kerri said. 

"Yes," Kim said. "This was after I'd gone up to bed, right?" 

"That's right." Kerri stroked slow circles on Kim's stomach with her forefinger. "You were falling asleep in Dad's lap, and so he sent you to bed, and we went upstairs." 

"Mm-hmm," Kim said, her eyes closed as she imagined the scene. 

"We started making out... he put his tongue in my mouth... and then I put his hand on my breast. And he said that we had to stop. That any minute, you could come upstairs and catch us." 

Kerri realized that she was embellishing heavily, telling a version of the story that wasn't exactly the truth. She'd felt a pang of guilt ever since coming clean to her sister, knowing that she'd have to confess again to her father in turn. There was every chance that he wouldn't be happy about what she'd done -- but tonight, she'd decided, her sister would be. 

"Then what?" Kim asked, her breath heavy.

"I told him that I didn't care if you caught us," Kerri said. "And I said that you'd probably like it if you did, because you were every bit as dirty as both of us." 

"You did not," Kim grinned. "You're totally lying." 

"Don't argue with your older sister," Kerri said, flattening her palm against Kim's stomach. "So then he told me that I was being a brat... just like you, actually..." 

"What?" Kim said indignantly, lifting her head. Kerri put her hand on Kim's forehead and pushed her down again. 

"So I asked him what he was going to do about it," she said. "And he said he was going to punish me for being such a bad girl." Her heart thumping, she decided to take the plunge and indulge what she'd been thinking: she leaned down and kissed her sister on the neck. Instead of drawing back or freaking out, Kim murmured and squirmed closer, tilting her head to give Kerri better access. 

Interesting, Kerri thought to herself, and decided to see how far she could take this. 

"I asked him if he wanted to take me over his knee and spank me... or maybe put something in my mouth to shut me up. Or if he'd ever thought about you and I together, of punishing us both at the same time for being so very bad..."

"Oh god," Kim breathed. 

"And he said that I'd better behave... and that I'd better apologize... and he pushed me onto my knees..." Slowly, Kerri slipped her hand down Kim's stomach, between her legs. Kim spread her thighs apart with a sigh, her eyes shut tight.

"I'm not sure if you want to hear the rest of this," Kerri said with a grin, and ran her tongue over Kim's right nipple. 

Kim groaned and grabbed the hair at the back of Kerri's head, twisting her fingers in it, and Kerri felt a rush of satisfaction. 

"Don't you dare stop," Kim whispered fiercely. "Finish it."

For answer, Kerri took Kim's entire nipple between her lips, feeling it harden in her mouth. She felt Kim quivering with anticipation and arousal, and knowing how turned on Kim was made her feel gratified and powerful. 

Kim groaned softly, tilting her body to give Kerri easier access. "Please finish it..."

Kerri pulled away, sidling herself closer to her sister, their bodies pressed together. She realized just how warm it had grown in the room, and that they were both sweating. 

"So then he pushed me down on my knees," she began again, pausing to kiss Kim's breast again. "And before I can even say anything, he shoves his cock in my mouth. And I'm sucking him off, thinking about how you're just downstairs, and what would happen if you came up and saw us together." Not at all true, but it made a pleasant fiction. 

"Then he throws me on the bed," she continued. "Face down. And he puts his hand on the back of my neck, holding me down so I can't move. And he calls me a little whore as he puts his cock in me--" 

Watching her sister's face carefully, Kerri slipped a finger into her. Kim was extremely wet, and the finger slid in easily. Kim's entire body stiffened, and she gave a satisfying whimper, her eyes still shut tight. 

"And I'm begging him to stop, because I know it'll turn him on." More white lies. It didn't matter. This night was no longer about the truth. She added a second finger to the first, sliding it into her. Kim's arms were thrown back over her head, her hands twisting the sheets into crumpled balls. In the space of a few minutes, Kim had given herself over completely, as if unburdening heself of her secret had opened her up to anything. 

Kerri grinned and continued. "But he doesn't stop. He starts fucking me harder, so hard I'm trying not to scream... and while he fucks me, I'm saying 'Daddy, stop, please stop, I'm sorry,' and he tells me to shut up and be a good... little... whore..." 

Kerri thrust her fingers inside Kim with each word, a little harder each time. After that, there was no more talking. Kim threw her head back and gave a high-pitched, shivering moan, her whole body twitching, then tensing. Her face had turned bright red, her face screwed into an agonized expression as she came. Kim seemed to collapse all at once, her body relaxing, her breath escaping her in one long, ecstatic sigh. 

Impulsively, Kerri leaned down and kissed her sister. Kim returned it enthusiastically, her arms coming down to wrap around her and squeeze her tight. Kim was quivering all over, breathing hard. 

"Oh my god," she gasped, her mouth inches from Kerri's. "Did that really just happen?" 

"It really just happened." 

"Holy shit," Kim said. "This is so insane..."

Kerri giggled despite herself. "You have no idea how many times I've thought the same thing." 

Kim's eyes blinked open at last, and it seemed as though she was waking up from some fugue state. She looked down at her own body, now covered in fine droplets of sweat. "I can't believe we just did that," she said, still holding onto Kerri with both arms. 

"It came as a bit of a surprise to me, too," Kerri said, and kissed her sister on the cheek. "Did you like it, though?" 

"Oh my god," Kim said again, and leaned up to kiss her gratefully. 

"I'll take that as a yes." 

Kim laid back on the bed again, her breath slowing. "We're so bad," she said.

"Very bad," Kerri said matter-of-factly. "Going straight to hell." 

Kim brushed damp hair out of her eyes. "What are we going to tell Dad?" she asked. They looked at each other, then both burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of it all. 

"I'm sure we'll think of something," Kerri said. 

Kim bit her lip. "You do know that I still want to fuck him. Right? Like, more than ever, now."

Kerri smiled. "I'd kind of figured as much."

"Are you going to be jealous if I do?" 

"Earlier tonight, I thought I'd probably throw you under the snowplow if you did," Kerri said. "Now, I think we might be okay." 

Kim propped herself up on her elbows. "Do you think he'd... let me? Do you think he'd want me? Did he say anything about that?" 

Kerri managed not to wince, remembering how he'd said that he'd never thought of Kim that way. But then, he'd said something very similar to Kerri the previous summer. 

"I don't know," Kerri said. "I think so. But I think we might have to work together a little." 

"You're going to help me," Kim said. "You're going to help me fuck my dad." 

"Our dad," Kerri said. "What kind of sibling would I be if I didn't?" 

Kim gave a nervous giggle. "This is completely insane, you know. This is totally, completely fucked up." 

Kerri shrugged bare shoulders. "Little sister, welcome to my world."



Coming Home Ch. 06



6. CONSPIRATORS

"So how are we going to handle this?" Kim asked in the dark.

The two of them spooned together on the bed, Kerri's face nestled against Kim's shoulder, her arm around Kim's chest. The winter weather had quickly cooled the room off again -- even from here, she could see crystalline tendrils of frost re-gathering on the bedroom window -- and so they had curled up together under the blankets.

"Handle what?" she asked, gently stroking Kim's side with her fingertips and smiling to herself when she felt goosebumps raise on her sister's flesh.

"Handle, um... Dad." Kim snuggled closer, her muscled back pressing against Kerri's bare breasts.

Kerri thought about it for a few moments. "Well, can I ask you a really straightforward question?"

"Sure."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

Kim snorted a giggle.

"I didn't know it was so hilarious," Kerri said.

"It's nerves. Anyway, I don't know. I think... I think maybe yes."

"It's the kind of thing you might want to be really sure about, sis."

Kim sighed and rolled over onto her back, her fine, unruly blonde hair falling into her eyes. "How do you feel about it?"

"Feel about what?"

"About you and Dad. Do you regret anything?"

Kerri brushed Kim's hair out of her eyes as she talked. "God, no. It's been amazing. I mean, it's a secret both of us have to live with, but I've made my peace with that. I don't care what the rest of the world thinks. I love him." She shrugged bare shoulders.

"Was it hard at first? I mean, when it first happened."

Now it was Kerri's turn to giggle.

Kim rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

Kerri smiled. "It took him a little while to warm up to the idea, yeah. But then something just kind of... opened up in him, and he stopped worrying about breaking me or traumatizing me or something."

Kim nodded and bit her lip. "So what should I do? Tell him?"

"That might be smarter than the road I took," Kerri said with a soft laugh. "I just kind of blundered ahead and hoped he wouldn't end up hating me."

"But he'll know that you and I talked about it."

"Yeah. That might be kind of a problem."

Kim rolled over on her side facing Kerri and propped her head on her fist. "Maybe we should come up with some sort of scheme," she said, a mischievous grin crossing her face.

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like... I can go up to his room in the middle of the night and pretend to be you."

Kerri lifted an eyebrow. "I hate to tell you this, but I think he might figure that out eventually."

"Yeah, but once I'm sucking him off, he won't be in any place to argue."

"Oh my god," Kerri laughed. "You're depraved."

"I learned from the best."

"Maybe we should both go up there," Kerri suggested. "We could get all competitive and start fighting over his cock."

Kim giggled. "We could start a food fight during lunch and start tearing each other's clothes off."

"Sit down to watch a documentary and switch to porn halfway through."

"Corner him and demand he decide which one of us gives better head."

Kerri covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Ambush him in the shower."

"Meet him naked at the door when he comes in from plowing the driveway."

Kerri laughed. "'Hey Dad, now that you're done plowing...'"

They both dissolved into hysterical giggles, and the last of the tension that had dogged them both since Kerri's arrival melted away.

"Seriously, though," Kerri said. "Those are probably really bad ideas."

Kim scowled. "I kind of liked the blowjob contest idea."

"Don't even bother. You'd lose. I have way more experience."

"I'll bet you do, slut." Kim attempted a playful slap, which Kerri blocked. "Seriously, though. We have to think of something. I want..."

"You want him."

"Yeah."

All of a sudden, Kerri felt the familiar jealous sting. While part of her was happy to have someone to confide in, another part of her didn't want to share her dad with Kim.

You should have thought of that before you opened your big mouth, she thought to herself, then realized that was nonsense. Kim had already been thinking sexual thoughts about their father, long before she confessed it to Kerri. They were alike in that respect. Even with Kerri trying to avoid the subject, the truth had still come out -- and there was no way that Kim was going to back out now, so close to what she may well have come for in the first place.

The only question was whether or not Kerri would be a part of it.

Kerri scratched the back of her head and looked down at her sister. Kim gazed up at her, all pouty lips and big blue eyes, her nakedness making her seem even more vulnerable. Her little sister was looking for guidance.

Kerri sighed. "Okay," she said. "So, tell me something."

"Okay."

"How did you envision this happening? Because I know you've thought about it. You've imagined how it might go, probably a few times already. Right?"

Kim squirmed uncomfortably, smiling a little. "Yeah."

"So, what was it like? When you imagined it?"

Kim bit her lip and lay silent for a long time before she finally spoke.

"Well, sometimes I'd imagine that I'd just slip into his bed in the middle of the night, naked, and start touching him. And kissing him. And he'd want to stop me, but I'd tell him how much I really wanted this, and that he'd understand.. and that it would be really nice, and, you know. Sweet."

Kim smiled. "Was that it?"

"No. Sometimes I'd imagine that we'd be sitting on the couch together, watching television, and I'd be curled up with him, with my head in his lap. And I'd feel him getting hard through his jeans. And he'd be too embarrassed to do anything about it. And he'd want to move, but he would be afraid that I'd figure it out... except I'd already have figured it out, and I'd start touching him, and stroking him, and then I'd unzip his jeans and take his cock out... and I'd put it in my mouth..."

Kerri found herself squirming now as well, albeit for somewhat different reasons. She pressed her thighs together under the covers. "I didn't know you had such a vivid imagination," she said.

Kim grinned shyly. "Well, I do."

"So, were you thinking about that last night, when we were all sitting on the couch together?"

Kim grimaced and pursed her lips, saying nothing, and Kerri slapped her lightly on the arm.

"Tell."

"Maybe a little," Kim said.

"And was I there in your little fantasy?"

Kim shrugged.

"Yes," she said reluctantly.

"And what did I do?"

"You watched."

Kerri laughed under her breath. "Oh my god. My little sister is a complete pervert."

Kim shrugged again. "You asked."

"Yeah, I guess I did. So, any other naughty fantasies you've concocted?"

Kim thought about it for a few moments. "No?"

"Are you lying?"

Kim sighed. "Yes."

"Come on, spill it."

"Okay." Kim scooted closer so that the two of them lay on their sides, facing each other, close enough to touch. "Promise you won't laugh."

"Please."

Kim smiled nervously. "Well, I thought about what it would be like if I just teased the hell out of him... wore really tight clothing. Like I'd show myself off to him. Brush up against him whenever I could. I used to do this to my boyfriend sometimes. I'd just put on the tiniest top I could find and talk about blowjobs non-stop until he couldn't take it anymore."

"You're such a little bitch," Kerri said, grinning.

Kim grinned back. "I know. Anyway, I would just keep teasing him until he completely lost it, and he'd grab me and just tear my clothes off. And he'd..."

"Punish you?"

Kim nodded eagerly. "Yeah. Just throw me to the floor and, well... fuck the shit out of me."

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, yeah? You go in for that sort of thing?"

"Yeah," Kim said with a carnal grin. "I love the idea of him just... taking what he wants. Taking me. Calling me a bad girl. To tell you the truth, I like that idea way more than all the sugary stuff."

"Interesting." Kerri took a deep breath, punctuated with a nervous laugh. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you have issues, sis."

"So? So do you."

"You have no idea how true that is."

"But..." Kim shrugged. "I know that last one's kind of stupid. In reality, he'd just tell me to go put some clothes on."

"Well, you never know." 

Kim flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "So what am I going to do?"

"I guess that depends. Do you want it sweet, or do you want it naughty?"

Kim stretched her arms over her head. "Can't I have both?"

Kerri sighed and rubbed her eyes, then laid down next to her sister. "At the same time?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm being unrealistic." She rolled over on her other side, and Kerri snuggled in behind her again, sliding her hand across Kim's stomach.

"Naughty, I guess," Kim said after a long time, and Kerri laughed softly. The two of them lay together, warm and silent. Kerri began to nod off when her sister spoke again.

"Kerri, he wouldn't hate me for this, would he? If I told him I wanted him?"

"He didn't hate me," Kerri yawned.

"Yeah, but what if both of us feeling the same way is too much? What if he freaks out?"

"Now you're being ridiculous," Kerri said. But as she slowly drifted off to sleep, she wondered if that were true.

# # #

Kerri woke from a deep sleep the next morning to cool air and soft hands on her -- sliding up her thighs, over her stomach, cupping her breasts. She stirred into wakefulness slowly, feeling the chill on her upper body, exposed to the morning air.

"Dad?" she asked, blinking her eyes open blearily. The sun had not yet come up, and the room was lit with the deep, eerie blue of the early morning just before dawn.

"Nope," a soft voice whispered, and Kerri looked down to see the top of her sister's head. She felt soft lips brush against her stomach just below the navel.

"Why did you pull the covers off me?" Kerri grumped, still half-asleep. "It's freezing."

"Not for long," Kim said, gently wresting Kerri's thighs apart with soft hands. "I still have to pay you back for last night."

"What are you t--" Kerri's sentence ended in a gasp as she felt Kim close her lips around Kerri's labia and suck them gently into her mouth. A jolt of sensation shot up her body, and her hands flew involuntarily to Kerri's head and paused there, as if unsure whether to push her away or pull her in.

"Kim, what the f..." She felt Kim's tongue slide into her, a bit clumsily but enthusiastically, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she writhed on the bed. Her heart was already starting to pound with excitement, and a moan escaped her as Kim's wet tongue wriggled further into her.

She reached her arms behind her head and braced them against the headboard, trying to stifle her whimpers. 

Kim surfaced after a minute or so, grinning. "You'd better be quiet," she said. "Dad's going to hear, he'll be pissed."

"How," Kim gasped. "Where did you learn..."

"Never mind," Kim said, and descended again. She dawdled cruelly, stopping every few moments to kiss Kerri's thighs or lower stomach, and would give a little giggle every time Kerri gave a growl of aroused frustration.

After a few moments of delicious, furtive hunting, Kim's tongue found her clit, and after so much teasing, Kerri's orgasm was nearly instantaneous. She gave a high-pitched yelping moan and then closed her teeth around her own wrist to muffle her voice. She lifted her hips, her whole body straining, as Kim mercilessly continued to lick her clit, and a few moments later Kerri came again, the whole world fading into a blue fog for a moment as orgasm took her. Her whole body tensed like a coiled spring, then relaxed into a quivering, gasping heap on the bed.

Kim wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled up to straddle her older sister, looking down at her with a grin that was equal parts satisfied and smug.

"Oh my god," Kerri gasped. "That... took me by surprise."

"Your face is beet-red," Kim commented. "And that noise you made probably woke Dad up."

Kerri remembered the night before, when a similar sound she'd made had woken Kim up from slumber. "He's going to come busting in here and demand to know what we're doing," she said.

"And then get all hot and bothered," Kim appended, and grinned her wide, charming grin. "Oh, if only."

"Jesus," Kerri breathed. "Where did you pick that up?"

"I have my secrets, too," Kim said, and wiggled her eyebrows dramatically. 

For answer, Kerri put a hand behind Kim's neck and pulled her down until their lips met in a deep kiss. Kim returned it happily, and their tongues twined briefly before they separated. Kerri cradled her sister's chin in her hands, stroking her cheeks.

"So... nice way to wake up?" Kim asked.

"Very. I'm going to get you back for that, though."

"Oh yeah? We'll just see about that." Kim sat back, stark naked, the goosebumps on her flesh standing out in the cold light of the morning, the wintery light limning the muscular curves of her stomach. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulders. Kerri thought she looked beautiful. "I'm going to take a shower."

"You do that."

Kim bounced off the bed and padded naked to the bathroom, not bothering to put on a robe as she crossed into the hallway. Kerri waited until the water turned on, then threw on her own robe and hastened upstairs to her father's room.

# # #

His bedroom door was unlocked, and she slipped in, shutting the door quietly behind her. Only a razor-thin strip of morning light emerged from between the curtains – enough for her to navigate to the bed without barking her shins or stubbing her toe on the ancient wood-frame bed.

On a whim, she slipped out of her robe before getting into bed next to him. The sheets were warm from his body, and she heard the break in his snore as she pressed herself against him.

"Whuzza?" he muttered.

"It's me," she whispered, and kissed his neck.

He mumbled something incoherent. "You shouldn't be here," he said, but he smiled and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Kim's showering," she told him. "We've got a few minutes. She always takes forever in that damn shower."

"Okay," he said. "But don't try anything funny."

"Is this funny?" she asked, and slid her hand down his stomach to find his cock. Sure enough, he was hard, and she felt his body jerk a bit as she closed her hand around it.

"That's exactly the kind of thing I mean," he said. "Seriously." But he didn't push her away.

"You can hear the water running through the pipes," she said. "When they stop, I'll stop." She began to stroke him idly, feeling a slight pang of guilt despite the cheerful front she was putting on. She already knew that she had to tell him what had happened. She owed it to him -- he'd trusted her to keep their relationship secret, and despite the bizarre circumstances of her sister's confession, Kerri had betrayed that trust. Telling him would endanger the closeness they shared -- but keeping secrets from him would surely destroy it entirely.

"What's up, sweetheart?" her father asked, and she realized that she'd stopped moving her hand and was staring off into space.

She winced and looked up at him. "I have to tell you something."

"Uh-oh," he said. "I'm not sure I like that look."

"You might not like any of what I'm about to say." She took her hand off him, deciding it might be a little inappropriate to stroke him off while having this particular conversation.

"Okay," he said. "How serious is it?"

"I'm not sure."

"That's not exactly reassuring."

"I know," she said, and winced again, then took a deep breath. This wasn't going to get any easier the longer she waited.

"Okay, well. Kim and I had kind of a weird conversation last night."

If her father suspected anything, he didn't show it; his face remained a careful blank as he looked at her.

"Earlier that day, she was looking over some old photo albums, and she started talking about you. And about how she wanted to marry you when she was younger, you know... like you and I talked about last summer."

"Okay," he said carefully.

"And then last night, while we were in our room, she kind of told me..."

"Go on." His voice, cautious but not condemning. Not yet.

"She told me that she feels... that way... about you. The same way I do."

He blinked, then squinted at her as if she was speaking to him from a great distance. "Sorry, what?"

"She wants you. She wants you, like... wants you, wants you."

He sat back against the headboard, his hand coming up to stroke his chin. He sat in silence for a long time, then: "Okay."

"There's more."

"Oh, God."

"After that, I kind of... told her what we'd done."

He drew in a hissing breath and winced. "Kerri, goddamn it," he said softly.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You promised me we wouldn't tell anyone," he said. "Anyone."

"I know. And I meant it, only... I couldn't keep it from her, not after she told me that she..." Kerri waved her hand in the air, unable to articulate the situation properly.

"That she... yeah."

"Yeah."

"Holy shit," he said, and covered his mouth with his hand. Kerri tilted one ear toward the wall, listening for the sound of the shower running through the pipes. She could still hear it.

"So," her father said after a long time. "When you say that she wants..." He trailed off.

"Yes," she said, and decided to be blunt. "Kim wants you to fuck her." Yet another sentence she'd never imagined she'd say to her father.

"She told you this flat-out?"

"Trust me, she didn't leave any room for misinterpretation."

"You're absolutely sure."

"Dad... she talked about wanting to suck your cock while she was lying there on the couch with you."

His eyes bulged, and to her relief, he laughed a little. "She what?"

"Like I said, Dad... she was pretty explicit about it." She felt outright dirty, spilling Kim's confession to her father in turn, but she felt trapped between the two of them now. The only way out of this situation was straight through.

"Kerri, did you... did you drop some kind of hint or something to her?"

"No!" Kerri said, feeling more than a little indignant about the implication. "I swear, Dad, I didn't say a word. It just came out of nowhere."

He drew in a deep breath. "Okay. Okay, I believe you. I'm sorry. So, what are we going to do?"

Kerri rolled her eyes and let loose with an exasperated growl. "Why is everyone asking me that?"

"Did Kim ask--"

"Yes!"

He looked at her aghast for a moment, then laughed softly and hugged her close. She snuggled in, relishing the rough feel of his hands. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. This is just... too strange."

"You're telling me? But, Dad, look. She's going to make a move on you. Probably sooner rather than later. She's pretty determined. I just thought you should know. So it wouldn't, you know..."

"Take me by surprise."

"Right."

"I have to tell you, I'm still pretty surprised."

She grinned ruefully. "Yeah, I expected as much. Do you want me to try to talk her out of it?"

He grimaced, lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. She was struck for a moment at how similar it was to Kim's stare from the night before. "I don't know. Do you think that would work?"

"Do you want it to work?"

He rolled his eyes. "Let's not go around in circles, please."

"Sorry," she said. "No, I don't think it would work. I could try to talk her out of it, but she knows about us. She'd just think I was trying to keep you from her. Sibling rivalry."

"Right," he said. "You two have always been competitive. Why would this be any different?"

Why indeed? she thought. Kerri bit her lip, the question she'd been dreading finally coming to the surface. "So, Dad, the real question is... do you feel the same way about her?"

His brow creased in the way it always did when he was thinking hard about something. "That's a hard question to answer," he said.




Coming Home Ch. 06



"I figured."

"I mean, I never... not while you girls were growing up..."

"Of course not."

"But when you came to me, this last summer... it took me a while to come to terms with it, but... it works, between us. It feels right."

"Yeah." She smiled.

"I love Kim. She's my daughter, just like you are..."

"And your daughter desperately wants you to fuck her brains out," Kerri said, surprised at the crassness in her tone. Kim was going to be out of the shower any minute, and she didn't have hours to try to delicately work this out with him.

He laughed in surprise. "Kerri!"

"Sorry, but it's true. And, listen. If you're worried about me feeling jealous, or freaking out... I've thought it over, and I'm okay with it. I think maybe, the three of us might work as well as two of us did. If, well..."

"If what?"

She shrugged. "If we all three were together."

He looked at her, perplexed. "What are you saying?"

She tucked blonde hair behind her ears. "I have one more thing to tell you. Last night, she and I talked about forming a little conspiracy. How the two of us might get together to seduce you."

He lifted his eyebrows, but looked pleased at the thought. "Really."

"Really. And we had some pretty good ideas, too. But I think she was way too afraid to go through with any of them, because she didn't know how you'd react. So was I, for that matter."

"So, what are you saying?"

The water downstairs cut off with a muffled bang. Time was up.

"I'm saying that maybe... if you want... we ought to hatch a conspiracy of our own," she said. "And we don't have a lot of time to do it, so we'll have to work fast."

He gave her that familiar grin that she loved so much, disbelief leavened with affection. "You already have some fiendish plan in mind, don't you?"

She grinned. "Of course."

"All right," he said. "Let's hear it." 

# # #

Kerri barely managed to get back downstairs to the kitchen before the bathroom door opened with a billow of steam. Kim emerged, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair falling around her shoulders.

"About time, creep," Kerri said. "Use up all the hot water, why don't you?"

"Thanks, I will," Kim said, and stuck her tongue out, then disappeared into the bedroom to dress.

Kerri showered herself -- briefly, since her sister really had used up the bulk of the hot water. By the time she finished, Kim was already in the kitchen, watching Dad cook breakfast. She listened for a moment as they chatted innocently, then slipped into the bedroom to put some clothes on.

The weather made it too cold to dress very scantily, so she settled for a long-sleeved top and jeans. When she came out to join her sister and father in the kitchen, she found Kim had had much the same idea -- Kim was, in fact, wearing sweat pants and the the tiniest, tightest top she owned, a purple sleeveless top with thin straps that showed off her toned shoulders. Kim was clearly cold -- her nipples stood out against the thin fabric of her top, clearly outlined.

If it bothered her, she showed no sign. 

Dad made pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and they ate at the kitchen counter, making small talk about nothing in particular. There was a subtle tension in the air, something Kerri could acknowledge but not quite place: a number of stolen glances, nervous shifts in chairs, slightly awkward silences. Kerri kept expecting her father to comment on Kim's clothes, but he didn't. 

As she finished her coffee, she mulled over the hastily-designed plan she had concocted with her father, hoping that it would work. If not, the backfire could be unpleasant.

But she had a feeling it was going to be fine. Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing -- but no one was ready to play their hand just yet.

After breakfast, they retired to the living room to watch some television. Kim poured herself some coffee -- waiting until Dad's back was turned to quickly snatch down the Bailey's and add a shot -- and the three of them sat on the couch, in the same positions they had occupied the day before: Kerri on the left, Dad on the right, Kim in the center.

Kerri grabbed the remote before anyone else and started flipping through channels. Kim gave a squeal of protest and reached for it, but Kerri held it out of her reach.

"Don't hog the remote," she said. "You had it last night."

"Bullshit," Kerri said. "You got to pick that stupid dolphin documentary. Today we're going to watch something good."

Kim lunged for the remote, throwing her body across Kerri's, and she felt Kim's small breasts brush against hers. She held the remote high in her left hand and pushed Kim back with her right.

"Knock it off, runt," she said, and tuned in one of the movie channels.

"Dad, make her give me the remote," Kim complained.

Kerri caught her father's eye over Kim's shoulder. He was watching the two of them as they wrangled, trying not to show how much he was enjoying it. "Sorry, Kim," he said. "It's your sister's turn. Don't make me come over there and separate you two."

Kim gave Kerri a brief, secretive grin before backing off and flopping down on the couch again. She gave her best pout and crossed her legs, putting on a very convincing act of being huffy.

"It's not fair," she said.

"Life's not fair," Dad answered. "Just cool it. And put your coffee on a coaster. You fuck up my coffee table, I'm putting you up for adoption."

"God, you're such a tyrant," Kim said, but put the mug on a coaster next to the remote. Kerri watched Kim's face carefully as she sat back -- she was blushing just a bit. Dad's stern tone had aroused something besides indignation.

Dad began loading the dishes into the dishwasher while the girls watched television. Kerri crossed her legs and pretended to be interested in the movie, listening to the noises emanating from the kitchen. She nudged Kim once with her bare foot, and Kim gave her a tiny grin.

Then, as she heard the thud of the dishwasher door closing, Kerri put their plan into action. Deliberately, she nudged Kim's coffee cup with her toe, tipping it off the coaster. Coffee and Bailey's slopped across the table.

Kim gasped.

"Dad!" Kerri called with a grin. "Kim spilled on the coffee table!"

"I did not!" Kim shrilled. "She did it!"

Kerri watched as her father all but charged into the living room, his brow knitting. He took one look at the mess and rounded on Kim.

"God damn it, Kim," he said, raising his voice but not quite yelling. "I told you to be careful with that coffee cup."

"I was!" Kim objected. "Kerri knocked it over."

He stood right in front of her, hands on his hips, towering over her tiny frame, his crotch level with her face. Kim looked up at him, all wide eyes and pouting lips, her hands braced against the cushions of the couch. He might have been playing a role, but so was she.

"Don't try to blame this on your sister," he said. "You're in deep shit."

Kim bit her lip and, instead of cowering away from him, leaned forward instead, her hands in her lap.

Kerri watched, fascinated, barely able to suppress a nervous giggle. Kim shot a nervous glance at her, and Kerri gave her the barest nod in return, sending her an unspoken signal: yes, it's happening, and it's okay. She saw full comprehension break across Kim's face -- and then her sister instantly slipped into character.

"You're not being fair," Kim said indignantly.

"Who said anything about fair?" He reached around to the back of her head and grasped a fistful of her hair. Kim let out a gasping whimper and braced her hands against his legs. She was breathing heavily now, her face flushed.

"Well?" he asked. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

"I didn't do it," Kim insisted, putting a girlish whine into her voice.

"That's not good enough," he growled.

"I'm sorry?" she ventured, staring up at him.

He smiled a merciless smile. "Show me how sorry you are," he said, and took another step toward her, his legs touching the edge of the couch now. He pulled Kim forward, and she took her cue and reached up to gingerly touch the emerging bulge in his jeans. Kerri heard her give a quivering sigh of anticipation.

Slowly, Kim reached up and undid his zipper, the tension on her face looking more genuine than play-acting now. He was already quite hard, and she reached in and pulled his cock out of his jeans, gasping a little when she saw it.

"Oh my god," she breathed.

"Kerri," Dad said, "hold your sister's arms for me, please."

"What?" Kim exclaimed, her voice carrying a note of surprise that wasn't faked. Grinning, Kerri scooted across the couch behind her sister and gently but firmly pulled Kim's bare arms behind her back, holding them together at the wrists. Kim looked over her shoulder and gave Kerri a look of mixed arousal and disbelief.

"I told you I'd get you back," Kerri whispered, then ran her tongue across the pink curve of her sister's ear. Kim trembled and let out a soft moan.

"Now," Dad said, tilting Kim's head back, his fingers still tangled in her hair. "Are you ready to take your punishment?"

For answer, Kim opened her mouth, and Kerri watched as he slowly slid his cock between her lips. The moment he was in her mouth, Kim's whole body quaked, and she gave a muffled, high-pitched whimper of pleasure. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, gently at first, then more roughly in tiny increments, testing her boundaries.

Kim accepted her "punishment" with enthusiasm, her eyes squeezed shut, breathing quickly through her nose. When he began to back off, she pressed forward, encouraging him to play more roughly, until he had both hands on her head, pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth. She choked once when he went too deeply, and he pulled her head back – not too hard – by the hair.

"You ok?" he asked, suddenly full of fatherly concern.

She nodded eagerly, her mouth wet and still open, leaning toward him to swallow him down again -- but he pushed her back.

"Not now," he said. "I'm not done teaching you a lesson yet." Kim sulked a little at that, but said nothing. 

He pushed back the coffee table with one foot -- it was wheeled and went easily, the spilled coffee running across the glass top -- and knelt in front of Kim.

Kerri took that as her signal and released Kim's wrists. then reached down to take hold of Kim's top. She hiked it up over Kim's small breasts, and Kim gave a soft yelp of astonishment as Kerri lifted it all the way off and tossed it aside. At the same time, Dad pulled down Kim's sweatpants -- they came off easily, slipping down over her knees and off onto the floor. Kim wore nothing underneath.

Kerri slipped out from behind her sister and now sat next to her on the couch. She put a hand on Kim's bare chest and pushed her against the back of the couch.

Kim was now completely naked, and Kerri and her father still fully clothed. 

"Are you going to punish her more, Dad?" she asked, unable to suppress an indulgent grin at the game they were playing.

"Do you think she deserves it?" he asked. He put his hands on Kim's thighs and pushed them apart. He was doing his best to look stern, but it wasn't working very well. He was clearly enjoying himself too much. Something had fully awakened inside him, and he wasn't holding back anymore.

Kim, on the other hand, was trying to look distraught and not doing too well either. 

"She definitely deserves it," Kerri said, and put a gentle hand around Kim's throat. Kim slapped her hand over Kerri's, but didn't pull it away -- instead she squeezed, tightening Kerri's grip on her throat a little.

"I'm sorry," Kim whimpered, her expression eager. "I'm sorry, Daddy--"

For answer, he put one hand on Kim's bare, muscled stomach and slowly pushed his cock into her. Kerri watched as he disappeared into her, one slow inch at a time. Kim's entire body tensed, and she groaned loudly -- Kim's frame was smaller than Kerri's, and his cock looked enormous going into her. Kim gasped, her fingers tightening around Kerri's hand, her eyes shut tight.

"Oh ow--" Kim croaked, and when he looked at her in alarm, quickly shook her head. "No, keep going, please don't stop, please--" Slowly, he pushed his cock the rest of the way inside her, and Kerri felt her sister's body spasm with pleasure. 

He began to move with shallow thrusts, slowly deepening and then picking up speed, his fingers making dimples in her flesh as he held her tight. Kim proved very vocal, sobbing with pleasure each time he plunged into her, her teeth clenched.

The minutes stretched out. Kerri watched her father's face as he fucked Kim, savoring his expressions. He would near the edge of orgasm and then back off, slowing until he regained control of himself, then start again. Kim was in a state of complete abandon and surrender, letting him do whatever he wanted with her: legs spread wide, slim body covered with tiny droplets of sweat.

Kerri herself grew more aroused by the moment, until she realized she was far too warm in her top. She wrestled with her indecision for a moment, and then let go of Kim's throat and leaned back. She lifted her top over her head and tossed it aside, then lay back against the back of the couch long enough to wriggle out of her jeans. Naked, she sidled in close to her sister again, their bodies pressing together. Kim welcomed her by throwing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. 

Eagerly, Kerri cradled Kim's head in her hands and tongue-kissed her, murmuring with desire, and Kim returned it passionately. Kerri kissed Kim's neck, then her shoulder, down between her breasts, then swirled her tongue around Kim's left nipple. Kim clenched Kim's shoulder and groaned.

"Harder, please, harder--" she whispered, the first words she'd managed for several minutes. Their father heard and obliged, thrusting harder and deeper into her, a low groan escaping him. Soon he was fucking her hard enough to make the couch slide back on the floor. 

Kerri watched as Kim drew in a deep breath, her whole body tensing, and then a single, high-pitched wail escaped her. Kerri recognized that sound, and knew her sister had just orgasmed. A moment later, Dad's thrusts reached critical mass, and he gave a loud groan of his own. He pulled out at the last moment, and came in an astonishing gush over Kim's stomach and breasts in thick white globs. The second spurt reached as far as Kim's chin and throat, and she yelped with pleasure and surprise.

He withdrew, sweaty and breathless, rocking back on his knees. Kim was quivering all over, her chest and stomach heaving.

"You're shaking," Kerri said with a grin, taking Kim's hand. Kim nodded as she tried to catch her breath. With her other hand, she daubed at the sticky mess on her body.

"Oh my god, Kerri... Dad... I mean oh my god! You..."

"We conspired," Kerri said.

"You just... oh my god." Post-orgasm shakes had rendered Kim incoherent. She brushed wet hair out of her eyes. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Did you like it?" Kerri asked, grinning.

Kim looked up at her and just laughed, a sound of unalloyed joy. "Um, yes. I'd say yes."

Their father had recovered and now hauled himself onto the couch with an exhausted exclamation. Kerri backed up to make room, so that she and her sister lay on either side of him. Kim padded naked to the kitchen to get a towel.

Kerri snuggled up to him, kissing him with a conspiratorial grin. "So, how was that?" she asked.

"Insane," he said. "Like the both of you."

"Hey, don't put this all on us," she said. "It's not like it was my idea... oh, wait, it totally was, wasn't it?"

He grinned. Kim came back, cleaning herself off with the towel, and then flopped down on the couch next to the two of them. Impulsively, she threw her arm around her father's neck and kissed him.

"I love you, Dad," she said.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He put his arms around both of them and pulled them close. "I love both of you."

They kissed him one at a time, and then each other, before settling into his embrace. 

"The only question now," he said, "is who's going to clean up that mess?" He nodded at the pool of spilled coffee, the premeditated catalyst that had started it all. 

"She is," both girls said together, and they laughed. 

Kerri nestled against her father's chest and grinned at Kim. Kim grinned back, looking amazed and satisfied. 

So now everything was out in the open, she thought. No secrets between any of them. As far as she was concerned, nothing else mattered anymore.

Suddenly, the rest of this vacation was looking very appealing.