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Danielle and I

By: Spotscat



Danielle and I -- A Story of Forbidden Love

For nearly the past four years I've been having an intimate relationship with a young woman who is almost half my age. I'm 47, she's 27 -- and I'll call her Danielle. I've known Danielle for fourteen years, ever since she was a thirteen year-old girl in junior high school.

Danielle is stunningly attractive. Her biological father is a tall, thin, dark-haired man, and her mother Susan is of Mediterranean decent -- Susan's mother and father are originally from Crete, if I remember correctly. Danielle is raven-haired, with luscious, full lips, and shockingly beautiful sapphire-blue eyes. She's 5' 10", slender, long-legged, and very busty.

Danielle's mother and father divorced when she was 12, and I believe it broke her heart. Danielle was "Daddy's Girl", and when he left, she became somewhat of a wild child -- a couple of minor arrests for marijuana possession and underage drinking, some mediocre grades in school, a steady procession of loser boyfriends, and lastly, an abortion. Her mother and new stepfather persuaded Danielle to straighten up and fly right by promising her a new automobile upon graduation from high school -- which she got, and promptly totaled two months later.

She's never had a close relationship with her stepfather Kenny -- he didn't abuse her either mentally, physically or sexually, they just didn't bond. I think Kenny viewed Danielle as a disruptive force in the relationship he was trying to forge with Susan, and he didn't have the patience necessary to deal with her behavior. Kenny and Susan both were glad when Danielle decided in the early autumn after high school graduation to move to Seattle, live with her biological father, and go to college in the spring.

Serious problems with the SEC and the IRS caused Daddy to go to Federal prison for an extended stay shortly before Danielle's final year of college. Rather than return home, Danielle decided to stay in Seattle, work, and finish school. She did some modeling -- automotive magazines, swimsuit catalogs, lingerie for full-bosomed women -- and also worked as a waitress at the "Hoot Owl" restaurant, to help pay for college, but Danielle never wanted to make a career off of her body. 

She is sharp, quick-witted, and intelligent, and after graduation from college, Danielle started work at an entry-level managerial position in the purchasing department of a major aeronautical corporation in Seattle. Since I travel constantly, Susan asked me if I would mind checking in on Danielle when I happened to be in the Puget Sound area -- which I told her wouldn't be a problem, I'd be more than happy to.

The first few times I visited Danielle she was happy to see me, and our time together was amicable and enjoyable -- we'd go to dinner, maybe go have a few drinks at a club, maybe go to a movie, maybe do some shopping or some sightseeing, maybe just sit at Danielle's apartment and talk about what was happening "back home". Sometimes her roommate/girlfriend Kimberly or one of her co-workers would join us for dinner, other times it was just the two of us.

One Saturday night in mid-October of 2007, we'd both had a few too many cocktails at a nearby karaoke bar with some of Danielle's friends. Since neither Danielle or I were in any shape to drive I offered to pay for a taxi, but Danielle suggested that she should stay the night at my hotel room -- it would be easier for her to get her Mini Cooper in the morning. One thing led to another, and that's when it all began.

We weren't stumbling drunk, just a little too buzzed to drive safely or legally. We went back to my hotel room, where I gave Danielle a T-shirt of mine to sleep in. I offered to sleep on the couch, but she insisted that we share the king-sized bed -- it was more than big enough for two people. Danielle changed clothes in the bathroom while I put on the gym shorts I sleep in.

We watched television for a bit while lying in bed, then I told her I was going to sleep. Danielle asked me if I was going to kiss her goodnight, so I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. She called me an "old fuddy-duddy", and bopped me with her pillow, whereupon I jokingly warned her "Don't start anything!"

She whacked me with her pillow again, said, "Bring it on!" -- and it was war! A pillow fight of epic proportions ensued, which I was winning until Danielle cheated and started using two pillows -- one in each hand. (To this day Danielle swears that she was kicking my ass throughout the pillow fight -- there seems to be a slight lingering discrepancy as to who actually was winning the battle!)

After she knocked my pillow out of my hands and to the floor, I cried "Uncle", and fell back on the bed laughing. Danielle quickly clamored on top of me, sat on my stomach, raised her hands victoriously over her head and began singing "We Are The Champions". When she got to the verse about "...no time for losers", I bucked her off of my stomach and onto her back, and quickly pinned her to the bed.

We laughed for a bit, but when I looked into her deep blue eyes, suddenly she didn't seem like Danielle - the little girl I'd known since junior high school. Something had changed, something was different - she was now Danielle, a very attractive and very desirable young woman! I gently kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back. I kissed her again, and within a few seconds we were French-kissing and fondling each other. I ran my hands down her sides, over her legs, and back up to her firm, round rump as I kissed her and heard her sigh with pleasure.

Danielle asked me to wait, and then she got out of bed and slightly parted the window curtains so a soft luminescence from the moonlight shone through. She turned off the lights in the room, came back to the bed, then removed her panties and the T-shirt. Danielle lay back down in bed, snuggled up next to me, and looked at me with a mixture of desire and nervous anticipation in her beautiful sapphire eyes. Any second thoughts or misgivings I had for what was about to happen next melted away faster than an ice cube in the Phoenix summer sun.

My hands roamed over her soft and voluptuous body, committing every delightful inch of it to memory. We kissed and groped like two oversexed teenagers in the back seat of a car at the drive-in movie. I found the center of her femininity, and gently masturbated her to orgasm while nuzzling the nape of her neck and nursing on her impressive breasts.

We were both too aroused to wait any longer. Danielle gently pushed me onto my back, climbed astride me, and took control. The memories of the next several moments will live with me until I pass away -- the divine sensation as I penetrated her and felt her warm and wet tightness engulf my penis for the first time, the lithe and limber way Danielle's body gracefully moved on top of mine, the soft moonlight reflecting off the thin film of sweat on her smooth, light tan skin and making her seem to shine with brilliance.

I remember the way Danielle's long, coal black hair framed her pretty face as she concentrated on what she was doing, how her hands pressed on my chest as she supported herself, the fluid way her hips rolled and flexed as she ground herself onto me. The lush feel of her body -- her legs, her waist, her torso, her abdomen, her arms and shoulders, her back. The subtle fragrance of her perfume mixed with the pungent aroma of sex. 

I'll never forget the way her hair tickled my face as she leaned forward so I could caress her ample breasts and suck on her nipples. And the sounds -- the sound of her breasts gently slapping together as she bounced up and down on me, the faint squishy sounds emanating from where our two bodies were joined, and the moans and groans from the both of us as we breathtakingly climax.

We made love twice more that night, and I fell asleep with Danielle nestled securely in my arms, feeling more relaxed and contented than I had in a long time. We had meshed together perfectly like the transmission gears in a well-built German automobile -- how could something that felt so right possibly be wrong?

However, the next morning I felt rather guilty about what had transpired, and Danielle could tell. She confessed that she'd had a crush on me since high school, and she was glad that what happened between us had happened. We spent that Sunday together -- but didn't make love again -- and I left the following day, still a little uneasy about what we'd done, and wondering where this would lead us.

I saw Danielle three more times that winter, once late in November, again in early January, and again in early March. Our time together began to take on a familiar routine -- dinner, some evening entertainment, then back to my hotel for some torrid casual sex. 

Sometime in mid-April, I returned to the Northwest, called Danielle, and asked to meet her somewhere besides the hotel -- I intended to try to take our relationship back to where it was before we became intimate. We had fun together, but we didn't need to be in a sexual relationship -- I am married, and I felt Danielle should be with men more her age. Also, I was beginning to have feelings towards Danielle that were somewhat uncomfortable for me to acknowledge or deal with.

She meets me at a nearby coffee shop, and I'm shocked -- Danielle looks like death warmed over! She sounds horrible, her eyes are watery, her nose is running, and she's coughing up yellowish-green crud. I put my hand on her forehead, and she's burning up. I tell Danielle that she needs to see a doctor, but she tells me in a raspy voice that she's fine - Kimberly is in a lot worse shape than she is.

We go to their apartment, and it's obvious that Danielle and Kimberly are both sick as dogs. I insist that they go to a doctor, and they reluctantly agree. I take them to a nearby local clinic, where the physician ascertains they both have severe upper respiratory infections -- very bad cases of viral pneumonia. The doctor wants to hospitalize them both, but after listening to them vigorously protest, she relents and says they can go home if I'll agree to look after them. The M.D. writes a handful of prescriptions for each of them, gives them each a couple of shots, and she says they need at least 72 hours bed rest.

I take Danielle and Kimberly back to their apartment, put them to bed, and get busy. Over the next three days I clean their apartment, vacuum, dust, and do the dishes. I wash some of their laundry, feed their cat, empty out the litterbox, and take out the trash. I do some minor handyman tasks -- replace burnt-out light bulbs, tighten loose screws, oil squeaky door hinges, repair the constantly running toilet. I run errands for them -- I have their prescriptions filled, I take Danielle's Mini Cooper in for service, I pickup their dry-cleaning, and I buy groceries.

I sleep on their couch and nursemaid them both back to health. I cook some of Danielle's favorite foods for them -- homemade shrimp gumbo, chicken and dumplings, etouffee, red beans and rice with andouille sausage. Danielle and Kimberly both eat a little food and watch a little bit of television, but mostly all they do is sleep. Early in the afternoon of fourth day, Danielle says she feels much better -- she and Kimberly both look and sound a whole lot better - and later that afternoon they each ravenously devour two full helpings of smothered pork chops and rice with mushroom gravy, creamed corn, butter beans, and jalapeňo cornbread.

They've weathered the storm and they're going to be fine, so I kiss Danielle goodbye and tell her I'll see her next time. I found out later after I left, that Kimberly -- who had previously been somewhat aloof and chilly towards me - told Danielle that she wished she could find a man who took care of her like I did for Danielle, a man who treated her half as good as I treat Danielle, and now she understood why Danielle and I spent time together. According to Kimberly, I was a "keeper". Unbeknownst to me, the combination of what Kimberly said, and what I'd done for them, had made a very deep impression on Danielle's psyche.

Seven weeks later at Memorial Day weekend, I returned to Emerald City. I had called Danielle and told her I would be there mid-day Thursday, and asked if she wanted to meet me somewhere. Danielle said she'd call me back, but she never did. Late Thursday morning I got a text message from Danielle telling me that there would be an envelope for me at the truckstop, and I should read the letter inside. I arrived at the truckstop early that afternoon expecting the worst, got the envelope, and began to read Danielle's letter to me.

I'm not going to repeat what Danielle wrote in her letter to me, it's private and it's way too personal. Just know this -- when a woman pours her heart out to you in a seventeen page handwritten letter that has blotches on the paper where her teardrops fell... you'd have to be one stone-cold and heartless son-of-a-bitch not to be emotionally affected by it.

I caught the shuttle bus to Bellevue, and re-read her letter on the way to the hotel. After checking into the hotel I called Danielle, but she wouldn't answer her cellphone. I text messaged her and asked her to meet me at the hotel, she replied she'd be there at 7:30. I showered, changed clothes, fixed myself a double scotch, and for the next two hours I did nothing but sit and stare out the window, think, and read Danielle's letter to me over and over again. Finally, I decided the current situation was intolerable and it had to end. For better or worse, the status quo was going to change, and it was going to change tonight! 

At precisely 7:30, there was a soft knock on my door. I opened it, and Danielle was standing there, wearing a pretty floral print summer dress, and looking gorgeous as always. I asked her in, fixed her a drink from the mini-bar, and we took seats at the little dining table by the plate glass window. I could tell Danielle had been crying, and she looked at me with a sad and resigned look on her pretty face -- much like someone whose company is having layoffs and they get called into their supervisor's office -- just give me the bad news and let's get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. 

Danielle thanked me for what I did for her and Kimberly when they were sick, she and Kimberly both deeply appreciated it. I replied that it was my pleasure, and that a man is supposed to take care of the women he loves. A quick look of surprise flashed across Danielle's lovely face, followed by a faint gasp -- she'd never heard me use the "L-word" before.

I got up and knelt in front of Danielle, took both her hands in mine, stared into her deep sapphire eyes, and bared my soul to her. I told her that I'd always loved her like a daughter, and it wasn't until last October when we first made love, that I saw her as Danielle - the beautiful and desirable young woman she had become. I confessed that the memories of the passionate moments we'd shared would last me for a lifetime, and that she was the most physically attractive and sexually appealing woman I'd ever had an intimate relation with.

I told Danielle she was too young to become romantically involved with an older man like me, and that she needed to find someone closer to her own age. I said that there was no reason why a young and pretty woman such as herself would want to become embroiled in a relationship with a married man twice her age -- especially me! I told Danielle it was ridiculous, it was irrational, and she would be ruining her life. I said there were a thousand good reasons why we shouldn't, and not one good reason why we should.

Danielle looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks, and her lower lip quivered as I continued. I said that I had read and re-read her letter to me, and that it had forced me to confront the truth and acknowledge something that I hadn't wanted to admit to myself. I hadn't planned it to be like this, I didn't mean for it to happen, but there was no denying the way I felt about her. I told Danielle that this was going to be complicated, it was going to be dangerous, and we had to be very, very careful. It was absolutely crazy, but if she truly wanted to have a romantic relationship with me, I was more than willing to give it a try and see where it led us to, because I was falling in love as well... I was in love with her.

Tears were streaming down both of our faces, and I got up and went to get us some tissues. As I came back to the table, Danielle stood up, walked over to me, and hugged me tightly while she sobbed on my chest. I held her close to me, and after a minute or two she looked up at me with her beautiful sapphire eyes shining wetly, and smiled a smile that was equal parts joy and relief. Then, for the first time, Danielle spoke the three words that have changed our lives forever -- "I love you!"

That's the moment our relationship became a lot more intense. It wasn't just about sex anymore - Danielle and I were lovers!

She's spontaneous, she's adventurous, she's uninhibited, and she loves me with all her heart and soul. Danielle says I make her laugh, I make her feel truly loved, and I'm not judgmental about what she does, nor do I try to force my viewpoints and beliefs upon her -- in other words, I accept her for who she is. I treat her like the princess she is - I put her on a pedestal, and I worship the ground she walks on. I get her to listen to Blue Öyster Cult, she turns me on to Lady Gaga. I acquaint her with Carmenère, Danielle persuades me to drink Red Bull and vodka. I show her the joys of leisurely, unhurried sex, she French-kisses me after I ejaculate in her mouth so I can taste myself.

I spend time with this young minx, knowing that at anytime, anyplace, she just might get the urge to have sex with me -- and if she does, I'm almost powerless to resist. She stimulates me beyond belief, she teases me until I'm about ready to explode, and then she satisfies my sinful carnal desires again, and again, and again. When we make love, it's so satisfying, so fulfilling, that it makes my heart ache for the rest of the world - no one else has it as good as we do!

Danielle and I went to a major department store in the Emerald City a while back, and I bought her a dark-golden silk dress. With her black hair and olive-skin complexion, she looks like a Roman goddess in it. We go to Victoria's Secret to buy her some lingerie, but it just ends up as an excuse for Danielle to tease me as she models the lingerie for me - and for me to excite and stimulate Danielle by quickly fondling her sexy body and caressing her D-cup breasts while the store clerk isn't looking.

On a cold and rainy late autumn weekend, a couple of months after I bought her the dress, I had a three-day layover in Seattle. I called Danielle, told her what hotel I was staying at, and asked her if she wanted to get together for dinner and a movie. She immediately accepted my invitation, and said she'd be over a little after six.

When Danielle came to my hotel room that evening, she was wearing the dark-golden dress, but she seemed to be somewhat distant, maybe a little reserved, or demure -- a soft hug and a light kiss as a greeting. I knew she was being deliberately coy, and I wondered where this little game would lead. I didn't have long to wait, for when we got on the elevator to go to the lobby, she passionately French-kissed me and pressed her lush body against me. Taking my hands, she placed them inside her overcoat, on her luscious J.Lo-type derriere. As I rubbed her shapely, round bottom, Danielle lifted up the back of her dress so that I could squeeze the firm, taut cheeks of her tushy, and also feel that she wasn't wearing any panties.

All through dinner, Danielle kept giving me these long, smoldering, sexy looks -- like she's about to climb over the table and have wild, steamy sex with me right there in the restaurant.


Danielle and I



While we were enjoying a drink after dinner, Danielle slipped her pump off and rubbed my crotch with her foot and toes -- smiling lasciviously at me as she felt my hardness with her foot. She rolled forward in the chair just enough so that I could stealthily rub her shapely leg, moving my hand up her calf and thigh, but I couldn't quite reach her honeypot. When I got too close, she'd scoot back a little in the chair to keep her femininity just out of my reach.

On the way to the movie, Danielle fellates me in the car (not an easy task in a Mini Cooper!). She senses when I'm going to climax, and she doesn't let me -- she stops when I get too aroused, and starts again after I calm down. I slip my hand down the front of her dress, and lovingly caress her pendulous breasts -- gently tugging on her nipples until they are as hard and swollen as my manhood is. 

At the movie theater, Danielle removed her overcoat and after placing it on her lap, took my hand and put it underneath the overcoat. As we watched the movie, she used my hand to massage her joy button and masturbate herself. I manipulated my middle finger to lightly stroke the rough spot on the front wall of her vagina where her G-spot is, and I felt Danielle climax. 

In the elevator on the way back to my hotel room, Danielle kept rubbing my crotch through my pants and whispering in my ear how badly she wanted me. We entered the hotel room, and she removed her overcoat and threw it in a chair, kicked off her pumps, and quickly stepped out of her dress -- revealing herself in all her nudity to me.

Danielle clambered onto the bed, while I doffed my sport coat and removed my shoes. I crawled between her long, tan legs, licked her honeypot and hummed on her clitoris until Danielle almost hyperventilated from the multiple orgasms I gave her and my shoulder blades hurt from where she'd been digging her heels into them while her legs were draped over me.

After almost six hours of being erotically teased and sexually stimulated by this young raven-haired vixen, I was eagerly anticipating the sensual delights her luxuriant body had to offer. Just before I slid my manhood into her wet, pink, love tunnel, Danielle looked at me with lust and wanton desire in her beautiful blue eyes, called me "Daddy", and begged me to "Fuck my tight wet pussy with your big hard cock!"

We made love in multiple positions -- missionary, doggy-style, cowgirl, reverse-cowgirl, spooning, sitting in a chair, and standing near the plate glass window with her leaning over the dining table while I thrust deeply into her from behind. Kissing and touching each other, repeatedly stopping and starting - two people enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, making sensual passionate love to each other. 

At long last, when I finally climax inside her -- it's more than just ejaculating my thick, gooey semen into her wet and clasping vagina, I'm giving Danielle my essence, my being, my soul -- everything I am. My body shivers and shakes, I get lightheaded and dizzy, and I'm surprised that I don't need a defibrillator to re-start my heart. 

We made love once more that night before we fell asleep with her in my arms, and when I woke up the next morning, Danielle was already on top of me -- continuing our lovemaking right where we left off.

I love to look at Danielle and admire her beauty. Sometimes when we're out somewhere in public -- shopping, dining, at a movie or a baseball game -- I'll be separated from Danielle for a few moments, and when I return, I'll oftentimes look at her from a distance and admire just how attractive and lovely she truly is! When we're not together, I'll frequently think about Danielle -- how gorgeous she is, how special she is, and how lucky an average middle-aged guy like me is to have a beautiful young woman like her as his lover. 

Early last July my company sent me to the Northwest, and I couldn't stop thinking about Danielle. I turn on the news, or sports, or talk -- something to distract me from thinking about her, but it doesn't work. Their voices seem to lull me into a daydream, and when I dream... it's about Danielle. Being with Danielle, spending all my time with Danielle, shopping with Danielle, dining with Danielle, making love with Danielle. I turn on some music, and Diana Ross is singing "If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it..." Everything I see, hear, smell, or touch makes me think of Danielle.

When I finally arrive in the Northwest, Danielle comes to pick me up at the truckstop and take us to the hotel. When Danielle arrives at the truckstop, she climbs in the truck, makes me lay down in the sleeper berth, removes her purple "Geaux Tigers!" T-shirt, and encourages me to suckle on her sumptuous breasts while she dry-humps me. We both get so sexually aroused and stimulated that we both climax with our pants on. We're sticky and sweaty, so I suggest that we go into the truckstop and take a quick shower before we go to the hotel. We shower together, lovingly caressing and embracing each other, languidly making love underneath the flowing water, until the shower attendant knocks on the door and asks if we're alright, as we've been in there almost an hour and a half!

Truckstops are worse places for gossip than Wisteria Lane, and someone had apparently noticed Danielle when she first drove up to my truck. After we were done showering, and before we left for the hotel, Danielle decided to buy herself a cold bottle of water. I notice that there seems to be an overabundance of drivers standing around the area, and most of them are looking at Danielle -- some stealthily, others far more obviously. It used to bother me the way other men gaped at Danielle, but she doesn't seem to mind, and now it actually makes me proud that such a beautiful woman is with me! 

As she's waiting in line to pay for her drink, a younger man begins flirting with her -- the usual pickup lines that she finds so unbelievably insincere. I walk up behind her in line, and he gives me a look like I should go away -- he's busy trying to score with this babe, and I shouldn't interrupt them. I ignore him and ask Danielle if there's anything else she needs, she replies that she doesn't and lightly kisses me on the cheek.

This individual now tells me what a pretty daughter I have, and Danielle quickly replies that I'm not her father, I'm her lover! Before he can say anything else, Danielle says that we're going to spend the holiday together, and we're going to a hotel. She quickly lowers her voice to a soft whisper, and tells him that if I'm lucky, she might let me out of bed for an hour or so -- only to get something to eat so I can keep my strength up! 

He's confused, flustered, and speechless! Danielle pays for her drink and as we leave, she winks at him, tells him to have a nice weekend, and wraps her arm around my waist as we walk off. During the drive downtown, Danielle tells me how much she detests most of the men who hit on her -- the ones who think that big breasts equals no brains, the ones that think her large breasts means she's an easy lay, the ones who think that their dot-com money will impress her, or especially those that think because they happen to be well-endowed that she should be subservient to them.

Danielle tells me a story of one womanizer in the office that was allegedly well-equipped, and considered it his mission in life to seduce as many of the females at the company as possible. Word of his near-constant philandering got back to the Human Resources department, and consequently when the first complaint of sexual harassment arose, this Lothario was summarily transferred to the company office in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia -- which, from Danielle's description of it, is the aerospace industry equivalent of purgatory!

She snickers as she tells me the story, but after some gentle persuasion, Danielle admits to me that while she sometimes enjoyed a man who is well-endowed, she would much rather have a man who is of average size and treats her well, than a man who is well-equipped and doesn't care about her needs -- physical or emotional. I don't ask what she would think about a man who is both well-equipped and cared about her - I'm just happy she loves me. 

I have a four-day holiday weekend layover in the Emerald City, and we decide to rent a car and take the ferry to Vancouver, British Columbia. As we sail across Puget Sound, I comment on the beautiful mountain scenery. Danielle says that she can show me some much better mountain scenery, and leads me downstairs to where the rental Lincoln is parked on the car deck. We climb in the back seat, and Danielle quickly removes her blouse and brassiere. 

Danielle knows that I absolutely love to suckle on her breasts, and I know that Danielle absolutely loves for me to do so! I think that with a little more practice, she'll be able to climax just from having her nipples sucked on and stimulated. Danielle sits on my lap facing me, and purrs with delight as I fondle her luscious body, and pay particular attention to her breasts -- gently massaging them, easily lifting them and feeling their heft, and tenderly kissing her sensitive nipples and lightly tugging on them with my lips. 

Her nipples are the most sensitive part of her breasts, and often I'll gently trace around her large light-brown areola with my fingertip, until they are protruding from her breasts like two rose-colored .45 bullets. I'll delicately lick the area around her nipples, moistening it slightly with my tongue, then blowing cool air on her nipples just to delight in the little goose bumps that form in her areola. Danielle isn't real keen on this -- she says her nipples get so hard that they hurt - but she also knows that shortly thereafter, I'll be busily sucking on her delectable breasts like a starving baby, and she relishes the sensation that provides! 

Danielle is busily flexing her hips as I arouse her, and I know she can feel the result it has had upon me -- my manhood is fully erect. Quickly Danielle slips off of me and into the seat beside me. Without a word, she begins to unbuckle my pants and tug at my zipper. I know what she's after, and I lift my hips to allow her to pull my pants down. 

Almost before I know what's happening, Danielle has her head in my lap, followed by the breathtaking sensation of having my steely penis in her mouth.

Danielle loves to give me pleasure like this, and I love to have her fellate me! Her luscious lips form an "O", as she lazily bobs her head up and down, moving upwards until just the crown is in her mouth, then slowly sliding downward, until I can feel her hot breath rustle my pubic hair when she exhales through her nose.

Gently, almost casually, Danielle continues to work her oral magic upon me -- tenderly licking the sensitive underneath, lovingly playing with my heavy testicles with her free hand, varying the speed and depth with which she takes me into her mouth. And, as usual, she senses when I'm peaking and stops before I climax.

The net effect of this has me begging her to finish me off! I plead with her repeatedly to let me climax, but she won't -- she just stops and starts again, and again, and again, until I'm nearly beside myself with desire -- my body almost aches from anticipation and sexual tension!

At long last, she completes me. Her warm and wet mouth, and her talented tongue combine to push me over the edge, and she doesn't stop -- Danielle finally allows me to ejaculate inside her waiting mouth. My penis throbs furiously as my juice streams out the end and into her waiting mouth. After a minute or so, my climax has passed, and I feel weak with relief. 

Danielle raises herself up from my lap and quickly kisses me on the lips, her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. As we kiss, I taste a thick, slightly salty fluid inside her mouth, and I know what it is. It's a running joke of ours that Danielle believes in recycling -- she wants to make sure that there will be plenty of "natural resources" for later. Plus, it turns Danielle on like there's no tomorrow to do that with me! She's always wanted to kiss a man after he's climaxed in her mouth and allow him to taste his own semen, and she also loves to taste her own juice! Sometimes she'll have me kiss her after I have oral sex on her, other times she'll taste herself on my penis after I've been inside her.

It's my turn to repay the favor, but before I can, we notice a crewman checking the automobiles. We hurriedly get dressed, and as we exit the car he notices us and tells us that we'll be docking in Vancouver in about thirty minutes. Unfortunately for Danielle, she'll have to wait.

We check into the hotel, and after a cursory examination of the hotel room, she lies down on the king-sized bed. I pull her shoes off, unbutton her jeans, and swiftly peel them down her long, shapely legs. I then spend the next half-hour or so performing cunnilingus on her. Her womanly fluids are sweet and succulent, and her thick, inky black pubic hair is soft and fine like corn silk.

I gently nibble upon her swollen and blazing-hot labia, and run my tongue up the gash that marks the center of her womanhood. I remember Sam Kinison's monologue about "licking the alphabet", and much to my surprise -- Danielle's favorite letter isn't "T" or "I", it's "S"! I start at the top, and move my head to the left across her prominent clitoris, down a little and to the right across her labia, and then back to the left where I stop and savor the sweet nectar that has oozed out. Danielle wails with pleasure and alternates between running her fingers through my hair, and pounding her fists on the bed. 

I tease Danielle like she teased me in the car -- I lick her clitoris ever so lightly, but I deliberately refrain from doing anything more than that. Danielle has several mini-orgasms, and I continue licking her labia and the entrance to her honeypot, until I know that she's almost hysterical with desire. 

I take her engorged clitoris between my lips, and begin to hum upon it -- not any specific tune or song (although that might be something to try!) but more like a random series of notes. I've noticed that when I hum in a lower octave, my lips seem to tingle and vibrate more than they do when I'm humming a higher note, and I'll start humming in a higher range, and gradually bring my humming into a lower range. 

When I hit the lower notes, I can feel Danielle's body tense up, and I hear her shriek with delight. I look up from between her legs and the look on Danielle's face is one of sheer, absolute, total ecstasy. She isn't thinking about anything except how good my lips and tongue make her feel. Danielle could have almost any man she wants, but she wants me -- and I'm doing my absolute best to make her blissfully happy. I ravish and feast upon her body like a satyr with a young virgin, until she begs me to stop. 

The rest of that weekend is spent exploring -- exploring the sights, stores, and restaurants of Vancouver, and exploring the sensual feel and sexual pleasures of each other's body.

My friend at work from Kansas City tells me that I shouldn't be with Danielle -- it's foolish, risky, and it's going to lead to major trouble if and when we get caught. He's absolutely right -- Danielle's mother Susan and stepfather Kenny are the majority owners of the business my wife works at, with my wife and I being the minority owners. If Danielle and I were to be found out, it would undoubtedly cause beaucoup problems at the business -- as well as ruin the friendship our two families have, not to mention the marital problems it would cause at home.

But I can't give up the relationship I have with Danielle, she makes me feel young and alive again! She's somehow managed to replace my adult cynicism with a more optimistic attitude toward life. She's cheerful, happy, a joy to be around, and she makes me feel the same way just being around her. Danielle's love for me is absolute - she loves me unconditionally, and I feel the same way about her.

I know that most likely I fulfill some deep-seated psychological need of hers, that Danielle probably sub-consciously sees me as the "father figure" in her life, and that I'm the strong male role model she needed and didn't have during her adolescence. Yet, it's almost incomprehensible to me - I'm not movie-star handsome, I'm not well-endowed like a porn-star, I'm just an ordinary, average, middle-aged guy who somehow, someway, has a gorgeous young woman who loves him!

When one of her friends from work and her two children were killed in an automobile accident, I'm there for her. I comforted Danielle while she bawled her eyes out at the funeral and tried to explain to her that sometimes things happen for no reason. When she's feeling bitchy and cranky, and is madder than a rabid dog because she's PMS'ing, I'm there for her. I let her rant and rage at me, then I send her flowers and tell her how much I love her. When she feels ugly and insecure about herself, I tell her how beautiful and special and wonderful she truly is. And when she feels goofy and silly and wants to play practical jokes on someone... unfortunately for me - I'm there for her.

I was visiting and she had brought home some work she needed to do that weekend. After a Sunday champagne brunch, Danielle suggested that we go to her apartment -- I could watch the baseball game and she could do what she needed to do for work. It wouldn't take but a couple of hours, then we could go out for awhile before dinner.

I was tired from being up late with her last night -- another marathon session of incredible lovemaking -- and soon dozed off while sitting on the couch. When I woke up, I found out she had played one of her wicked little practical jokes on me. Later that evening back at my hotel room, I told her she was a bad girl and gave her a gentle spanking, which led to a very intense and torrid session of lovemaking that kept her out until almost 2am Monday morning. She told me later how tired she was at work the next day, I told her that was her punishment for what she'd done to me.

Three weeks later when I'm at home, I'm cleaning some gear out of the truck when my wife asks me why I have an open quart bottle of fingernail polish remover in the truck. I tell her that sometimes when I haul hazardous cargo, I use the remover on a wet rag to wipe the dirt and grime off of the trailer so the adhesive on the hazardous placards will better adhere to the trailer. Whether it does or not, I don't know. I'm certainly not going to tell my wife the truth -- I had to buy some fingernail polish remover because Danielle thought it would be oh-so-funny to paint my toenails a lovely shade of coral pink while I slept! 

Normally I'll arrive in Seattle sometime Thursday, then spend a three-day weekend with Danielle. Sunday evening we usually have as a quiet time together -- we'll sit at her apartment and watch television together, maybe just sit and talk. We both know that I'll be leaving Monday, and I want her to know that she's loved for more than just her body -- that I love the area between her ears more than I love the area between her legs.

But that's not the case this particular Sunday night. I'm not upset about my lovely coral pink toenails, but I'm going to get some payback before I leave! All the rest of the afternoon and throughout dinner, I've been scheming and plotting -- now it's time to put my plan into action.

We'd gone to dinner at Danielle's favorite Greek restaurant, and instead of going back to her apartment, I told her that I needed to stop by the hotel, and if she didn't mind that we could spend the evening there in my room. Danielle readily accepted -- it would be easier for her to go home from my hotel, rather than have to drive from her apartment to my hotel and then drive back.




Danielle and I



As we entered the hotel room, Danielle said she needed to use the bathroom, and she'd be right out. Perfect! I hurriedly went over to my suitcase, and got both of my neckties out of it. Working quickly before Danielle finished in the bathroom, I tied a necktie to each side of the headboard, leaving almost the rest of the necktie loose. I tucked the free ends underneath the pillows so Danielle wouldn't see them, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Danielle came out of the bathroom, and walked over to where I was sitting, but before she could say anything, I grabbed her around the waist, and quickly flipped her facedown onto the bed. In an instant I undid the button-snap of her jeans, and quickly pulled them down below her knees. Now her firm, round ass was exposed to me.

She struggled for a bit, but I lightly slapped her on the cheeks of her butt -- no harder than you'd "high-five" someone -- and told her to lie still, she had been a bad girl and was going to be punished for what she had done. Much to my surprise, Danielle immediately quit struggling and quickly complied.

I told Danielle in a serious tone of voice that if she did what I said, I wouldn't hurt her, but if she struggled then I would "blister her bottom". Actually, I would never, ever physically harm Danielle -- or any woman, for that matter -- but she didn't need to know that little detail at this particular moment. Grabbing the back of her jeans, I pulled Danielle over to me and lifted her hips so that she was lying across my lap.

Very lightly, very gently, I began to spank her luscious, round, ass. I'd slap it just hard enough to watch the cheeks of her ass jiggle a little -- not hard enough to leave a red mark, just a light, almost tender, slap.

After administering two dozen or so soft smacks, I stopped for a bit, and what I had hoped would happen had come true -- Danielle liked being spanked! I could smell the unmistakable bouquet of her womanly aroma lightly wafting from between her legs, and I knew she was getting turned on!

I told Danielle to crawl forward on the bed, spread her arms out towards the headboard, and not to look at me or say anything -- and again, much to my surprise, she immediately did so! As she did, I crawled up behind her, and as Danielle extended her arm, I pulled the free end of the necktie from underneath the pillow and tied it around her wrist. I then tied her other wrist to the other side of the bed, so that her arms were tied into place, spread out above her.

Danielle hadn't said anything or struggled, and I moved back to the foot of the bed, and removed her shoes. Quickly I pulled her jeans down her long, tan legs, leaving only her purple thong panties on. I climbed onto the bed, sat beside Danielle and reached underneath her. I unbuttoned her blouse, and undid the hook on her front-snap brassiere. She was just how I wanted her -- almost naked, with her shirt on, but her breasts easily accessible to me. 

For the final touch, I took one of the pillows off of the bed, doubled it over, and slipped it underneath her stomach and abdomen so that her round, jiggly rump was raised in the air a little. Danielle hadn't said anything, and I was becoming curious to see how far she'd let me proceed before she said something or began to struggle.

I climbed off of the bed, walked up to the front of the bed so Danielle could see me, and undid my leather belt. Quickly pulling it out of my pants so it made a "Th-p-p-p-p-p-p-t" sound as it went through the belt loops in my pants, I told Danielle again to be quiet and lay still.

Moving back to the foot of the bed where she couldn't see me, I turned off the lights, leaving only the one soft light on the nightstand on. I hurriedly removed all my clothes, and sat back down on the bed on Danielle's blind side.

Again I told her that she had been a bad girl, and was going to be punished for what she'd done to me. I began to gently tug on her panties, until they slipped down her legs and I could remove them. 

I lightly brushed my leather belt over the cheeks of her luscious ass, and then ever so gently smacked her with it, while telling her how naughty she was for what she'd done. Again, and again I slapped her tushy with my belt -- just hard enough to make her buttcheeks wiggle.

Danielle was facing the wall with her eyes closed, and I took my hand and began to lightly stroke the insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass -- making sure to get close to her opening, but not touch it. Over and over again I gently fondled the cheeks of her ass and the insides of her thighs, until finally I let my finger graze across her labia. 

I began to lightly stroke her outer lips, as I rubbed my middle finger up and down her gash, and ever so slightly moved my fingers forward to where her clit was. Danielle moaned softly when I did this, and moved her hips back reflexively. I took the belt, lightly slapped Danielle on her ass, and told her that if she didn't lie still, that the next one would be harder -- and she immediately stopped moving.

Moving my fingers back down to her center, I slowly slipped my middle finger into Danielle's dripping wetness. I penetrated her just enough to find the little rough spot on her front wall, and began to gently massage it with my fingertip, while delicately diddling her clit with my thumb. Without a doubt, Danielle was thoroughly enjoying this! Her labia were cherry red and swollen, and her insides were hotter than a blast furnace -- in addition to being soaking wet. I noticed a large wet spot on the pillowcase, where some of her juices had oozed onto it -- apparently Danielle was really excited!

I gently masturbated Danielle until I felt the unmistakable signs of her approaching orgasm -- I could feel her steamy tunnel beginning to get even wetter than before, and it softly clenched my invading finger and fluttered around it. A few more gentle strokes with my finger until I knew she was just about to climax -- and I stopped.

Danielle gasped with surprise and frustration, and as before, I took the belt and lightly whacked her on her round derriere, telling her to be quiet. Again, and again, and again I made her ride the roller coaster -- gently stimulating Danielle until I knew she was about to have an orgasm, then stopping, waiting until she'd calmed down, then starting again. Time after time I'd bring Danielle almost to the peak, but I wouldn't let her climax -- making her endure the exquisite torture of not being able to achieve an orgasm.

By this time, I was harder than granite and I figured Danielle had had enough. After slapping her rump lightly a few more times with my hand, I moved in behind her, rubbed the head of my penis up and down her dripping-wet gash, and then slowly sank my rock-hard erection into the center of her teasingly abused femininity.

Danielle let out a loud moan and immediately began pushing back at me, trying to force me deeper inside her. Grabbing her around her waist, I began to forcefully pound her, the blows from my hips making the cheeks of her fleshy ass wiggle and shimmy with every thrust.

Her hot, scalding juices trickled down my scrotum as I thrust into her again and again, while Danielle moaned and wailed with pleasure. I could feel her approaching another climax, and, just like before, I suddenly stopped. Danielle wiggled her hips, but I slapped her rump and told her to be still.

It took all of my self-control not to climax inside Danielle! Her tunnel was spasming and squeezing my shaft, and her juices were gushing out of her like Hoover Dam had broken! We've had some incredible lovemaking sessions, but she's never been this hot, or wet, or tight before!

After several seconds had passed, I felt as if I could continue again. I resumed thrusting inside of Danielle, pulling her onto me as I lunged forward, trying to shove as much of myself into her as I possibly could. Danielle was making nonstop groaning noises as I plunged in and out of her soft and spongy depths, repeating the process over and over -- letting Danielle almost climax, then stopping, cooling down, and starting all over again - denying her an orgasm, until finally after about fifteen minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore.

I slipped my hand underneath her waist, found her swollen and prominent clit, and began to vigorously massage it with my fingers. Danielle began to moan louder than before, and she pushed back at me as I skewered her onto my hardness. My testicles were about to burst with anticipation, and with a final powerful thrust, I buried myself as deeply as possible inside of Danielle's soggy tunnel, and exploded inside of her. Danielle began to shriek with orgasmic delight as she finally began to experience her long-denied climax, and also felt me climaxing inside her.

Hard, long, heavy spurts shot out of my tip and into her blast furnace-like wetness as my penis throbbed and throbbed again. I climaxed with such force, I'm surprised that semen wasn't gushing out of Danielle's mouth or nose! Danielle's whole body trembled and quivered as she repeatedly climaxed, and I could see her strain and pull against where her wrists were tied. I continued my assault on her clitoris, until I felt the pulsations in my testicles diminish, and I knew I'd completely emptied myself into her welcoming vagina.

I became so light-headed from my orgasm, that I had to put my hands on Danielle's hips and support myself to keep from toppling over. After what seemed to be a heavenly eternity, it was finally over. I slipped out of Danielle, gently pulled the pillow out from underneath her, climbed off of the bed, and untied her left wrist. Danielle lay spread-eagle on the bed for several seconds as I flopped down on the bed. 

I sprawled on the bed next to Danielle, and moved so that my groin was almost level with her face. Wordlessly, Danielle moved her head over, took my still semi-erect manhood into her mouth, and began to delicately lick and suck upon it. Although it felt wonderful, I knew that I'd need awhile to regroup before I would be ready to go again.

Reaching down, I lazily fondled Danielle's breasts and played with her hard nipples as she licked and lapped our mixed juices off of me. After a couple of minutes, I withdrew from Danielle's mouth, and quickly reached over and untied her right wrist. I stretched out on the bed, and looked over at Danielle.

Danielle rubbed her wrists to get some circulation back into them, then curled up next to me on the bed, with her arm draped over my chest. She looked up at me with her beautiful sapphire eyes, but still didn't say anything -- the look on her face one of supreme satisfaction and exhausted contentment. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my side, and I could hear her breathing deeply, as she slowly regained her senses.

I hugged her close to me for several seconds and kissed her forehead, neither of us saying anything. Finally, after a few minutes, Danielle raised up on one arm, and passionately kissed me. She laid her head on my chest and lovingly told me how incredibly fantastic that was, how being tied up and dominated was one of her deepest, darkest, never spoken of, fantasies, and she wondered how I knew. Danielle said that being submissive to someone was something that she'd always wanted to try, but she never had been with anyone that she trusted enough to let them dominate her so completely. 

To this day, Danielle doesn't know how I figured out that she might be receptive to some mild domination. I'm not going to tell her that I didn't know, and that it was a lucky guess -- at least not for awhile. I'll just let her think that I can read her like a book, and keep thinking up different ways to make her love me all the more.

Time seems to pass without notice when Danielle and I make love. We'll get back to my hotel room a little after ten in the evening, disrobe, and begin making love. We'll make love, climax, and rest for a while, make love, climax, and rest for awhile, make love again, climax, rest, then one of us will look at the clock and it will be after two in the morning! Somehow, every moment I spend with Danielle seems to slip by so quickly -- it seems that sometimes I'm leaving Seattle as soon as I get there. The time I spend away from Danielle seems to be almost infinite, the time I spend with her is measured in nanoseconds. 

In all my years, I've never met anyone whom I feel so comfortable with, so open towards, so relaxed with! I can tell Danielle anything, and the reverse is true for her. I know for a fact that there are things that she's told me that she's never mentioned to either her best friend Kimberly, or her mother Susan. Danielle and I have no secrets between us -- the only things that are hidden between us, are the topics we somehow just haven't talked about yet.

Earlier this summer I'm back home, and my wife and I go to Kenny and Susan's for dinner one weekend evening. As we have dinner, Susan tells me how much she appreciates me looking in on Danielle when I'm in the area, and how much Danielle enjoys seeing me. 

I tell Susan it's my pleasure, that I enjoy seeing Danielle. (Climax! I enjoy seeing Danielle climax! I'm on top of her voluptuous body, making hot, passionate love to her, and just as she's about to have an orgasm, her head arches back, her mouth opens but she doesn't say anything, her eyes are scrunched closed and she stops breathing. Her whole body goes taut - almost like rigor mortis has set in -- and she squeezes both my biceps with her hands... for just a second or two. Then her body shudders, she exhales, and begins to moan with delight. That's what I especially enjoy Susan! I love seeing your little girl have an orgasm -- especially one that I gave her!)

Kenny smiles and says he heard we went to a baseball game. I tell him that we did -- after Danielle picked me up at the hotel, we did a little shopping, had some dinner, and then went to see the Mariners play the Orioles. Kenny says that sounds like a good time, and I tell him it was a lot of fun. (But Kenny, the really fun time was after we got back to the hotel, and Danielle spent the night with me. She was wearing a burgundy-colored silk negligee that we bought at Victoria's Secret when we went shopping. It made her bosom look unbelievably alluring, and it barely covered the cheeks of her round little rump. We were so ecstatic to be together again, that we made love for almost four hours that night!)

Susan asks if that was when Danielle took me to the hospital, and I reply that it was Sunday -- the next day -- when Danielle took me to the Emergency Room. Kenny asks why Danielle took me to the ER, and I tell him that... (The next morning, after we had made love again, we decided to get cleaned up and go to a Sunday brunch buffet. Danielle and I were showering together, and while I was busy lathering up her luscious body and nuzzling the erogenous spot on the nape of her neck, Danielle accidentally dropped the bottle of hotel shampoo. When I stepped back to rinse some of the soap off of me, and get into a better position to have sex with her, I stepped on the bottle of shampoo, and...) I slipped in the shower and when I fell I hit my head on the soap tray. I wasn't seriously injured, but I had a nasty cut on my forehead over my right eyebrow that wouldn't stop bleeding. I figured I needed some stitches to close it, so I asked Danielle to take me to a hospital.

Susan says she's glad I wasn't seriously injured, and I tell her that I had a slight headache for a few days, but that's all. (Truthfully Susan, not only did my head hurt from falling in the shower while trying to have sex with your daughter, but my testicles ached from the nine gut-wrenching orgasms I had during the three and a half days I spent with Danielle. Not to mention, the small of my back was sore from where her heels dug into it when she wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me deeper inside her. Plus, I think I've got a couple of bruised ribs from Danielle squeezing my sides with those vise-grip legs of hers while she climaxes. I'm not sure if my medical insurance covers sexually-induced trauma, but at the rate we're going -- I need to find out!)

Susan remarks that Danielle has turned out to be a really sweet girl, and I nod my head in agreement. (That's the reason I love having cunnilingus with her, Susan -- she's not salty like some women, she's got a mildly sweet flavor to her juices. Danielle isn't sweet like a peach or an apricot, she's got a delicate sweetness to her -- almost like a fresh pear. That's why I'll lick and feast on her honeypot until she nearly faints from sheer ecstasy -- Danielle tastes so outstandingly delicious!)

I eat dinner, and listen to Susan, Kenny, and my wife talk about the business. A part of me wants to confess the truth -- just go ahead and admit that Danielle and I have been lovers for almost four years now, and let them decide how to deal with it. I'm tired of living a lie, sneaking around and keeping secrets, having a double life -- I love Danielle, and Danielle loves me. To hell with this - let's get it out in the open and be done with it! I look at Susan and tell her... how good the dinner is.

My wife and Kenny have four, six, eight strawberry daiquiris over the course of the evening until it gets late and we need to be leaving. When we get home, my wife is somewhat intoxicated, and that always makes her horny. I'm more than willing to give her a good roll in the hay, and she falls asleep with a contented smile on her face. If she only knew that the reason I'm able to perform so well, is that I've been looking at a picture of Danielle at Susan and Kenny's house, and the memories of that picture make me aroused.

Susan has a framed 8x10 picture of Danielle standing by a waterfall in the Cascades, wearing a red flannel shirt and some khaki hiking shorts, and looking beautiful as usual. I wonder what my wife, or Kenny, or Susan would say if they knew the story behind this picture of Danielle? I wonder what they would say if they knew that less than 45 minutes after that picture was taken, I was trying to give Danielle her third orgasm of the day, she was doing her best to give me my second, and then we almost got arrested?

Earlier that spring I had rented an H2 for the weekend, and after our morning romp, we drove down to the Rose City for some reason -- some papers or a package Danielle needed to deliver to one of her company's materials suppliers - something like that. On the way back, we decided to detour through Mount Rainier National Park and see the sights. After having some lunch, we were driving through the park, when we spotted the waterfall and stopped to check it out -- which is where I took the aforementioned photograph of Danielle.

We were leaving the park, when Danielle asked me to find a place to pull over. I asked her why, and she got a wicked smile on her lovely face, leaned over next to me and whispered, "Because I want you! I want you inside me!" while she eagerly rubbed my crotch.

I've been with Danielle long enough to know that it's pointless to argue, delay, or even attempt to resist. When she gets like this, she's like a bitch in heat -- she wants it, and she wants it NOW! She has the itch, and the itch must be scratched.

I find a pull-off area, and drive the H2 a short distance into the woods. I stop the vehicle, we fold down the back seats and climb in the expansive cargo area. We quickly remove our clothes and go at it. There's no foreplay -- Danielle wants a quickie, not one of our extended sessions of lovemaking, kind of like a candy bar to quell her appetite until it's time for dinner. 

I rub the head of my manhood up and down her wet slit, and easily slide it into her warm depths. Danielle mewls with pleasure, and shifts her hips so that I can fully penetrate her. As I stroke my manhood in and out of her wonderful wetness, Danielle gently rakes her fingernails across my chest and lightly pinches my nipples. 




Danielle and Jack



I came home early; it had been one of those days from hell. Murphy's Law at work--if it can go wrong it will. Well, it could, and it did. 

Meagan Murphy, the current number one box office sex symbol, who is scheduled to star in Ben Affleck's new movie, shows up on the set five months pregnant. The film has a four-month shooting schedule, and there's no way she can do it.

Ziggy Gnarly, lead guitarist for the Avengers, got busted the third time for coke, and they're charging him with dealing this time. A forty million dollar concert tour is in the toilet.

Then, my newest client, and Danielle's best friend, Jessica Collins, was scheduled to do a nine page photo shoot for Playboy. It was written into her contract that Hugh Hefner, the octogenarian pervert that owns the magazine, is forbidden to have any contact with her. Damned if he doesn't show up on the set anyway. So now, if Jess is going to do the shoot, I have to chaperone. Not that spending a day with a naked supermodel is the worst thing that can happen.

And THEN--aw fuck it-- I really don't want to talk about it. I peeled off my work clothes, donned my favorite pair of faded, shredded Levi's, poured myself three fingers of Chivas and downed it in one gulp. Then I poured three more, added some ice and flopped down on the couch to watch the Dodgers game.

My name is Jack Ingram, and I'm a talent agent. I'm forty-two years old, currently co-habitating with my nineteen year-old fiancé, a drop-dead gorgeous nymph, and the love of my life.

I tore open a bag of Doritos, and all of a sudden I heard this frantic clacking of nails on my polished hardwood floor, and this enormous shaggy-haired dog launched himself and landed right next to me on the couch. "Cooter! Off!" I yelled.

All my stern command yielded was Cooter rolling over on his back, and looking up at me with adoring eyes. This dog will do anything for a Dorito, and even dead asleep, he knows the sound of the bag tearing. 

Cooter belongs to my best friend, Mark Regan, and Danni and I are dog sitting while Mark and his daughter, Kimberly, are spending a month in Mexico. I have an inkling about just how they're spending it, but it's really none of my business.

I hear a tuned exhaust roaring up the driveway and the squeal of brakes. It's Danielle and her red Porsche Boxster, trying to set a land speed record. She comes up behind me on the couch, leans over to give me a big kiss. Then she sees the dog on the couch. The white couch, now covered with black dog hair.

"Cooter, off! Go lie down in the corner, you bad dog." He pours himself off the couch, slinks across the floor on his belly, and lies in the corner with his head resting on his paws. I don't know how she does it, but Dani's got the touch. Cooter obeys her every command; he totally ignores me. She brushes the clumps of dog hair off the couch and flops down next to me. The kiss is exquisite, as it usually is-- full, soft lips, hungry mouth, lots of tongue. She pulls away and looks at me.

"You've got your 'it was a shitty day' face on, Jack."

"It's that obvious, huh?"

"Yeah. Want me to fix it?"

"Yeah." 

She sat on my lap, straddling me, with her face next to mine. Thrusting her chest out, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. My eyes follow the emerging skin, until she has it completely open, revealing that sexy black lace bra that lifts her breasts invitingly. Danielle shrugs the blouse off and presses her cleavage into my face, smiling as my tongue travels through the valley in between them.

Leaning back, she unfastened the bra behind her, letting her tits spring free. Totally predictably, my cock starts to rise. They're exquisite, full, firm, perfectly shaped, capped with the sweetest pink nipples. I press my face in between them, and she shakes her shoulders, slapping me in the cheeks.

"Suck on them, Jack....mmmm....yeah, just like that."

My eyes have drooped to half-mast, with that dreamy far-way look. What shitty day? I couldn't remember a thing. Dani starts kissing her way down my chest, nipping my mat of hair between her teeth and pulling on it. Her mouth moves lower down, across my belly, down to the waistband of my jeans. I hadn't fastened the top button, and she slowly, teasingly, pulled the zipper down.

"Ooo, look what I found," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

Her tongue came out, and she laved my cock from bottom to top, stopping to flick it over that little flat spot just under the head. Danielle know where all my buttons are, and exactly how to push them. As my erection disappeared into her mouth, her hand went between her legs, and she started frigging herself with her fingers. I love to watch her play with her pussy. 

She moved back onto the couch, on her knees, straddling me. Taking my throbbing cock in her hand, she aimed it right at her sweet spot, and lowered herself onto me. As many times as we've fucked each other, I'll never get over the thrill of entering her vagina. It's so tight, so hot, so wet.

"Feeling better, Jack?"

"Oh yeah."

She rose and fell on me; I thrust up into her. I could feel my cum churning in my balls, and I could tell by the way her cunt was squeezing me, that she was on the edge with me.

"OH GOD, JACK!"

"OH GOD, DANIELLE."

Just as both of our rockets exploded, the phone rang. Come-down time, cuddle time is mandatory in our sex life. We ignored the ringing interruption and let the machine pick it up. My half-inflated penis was still inside her; her tongue was in my mouth ....and the voice on the machine was Nicole, her mother, my former lover. Dani leaped up and my cock came out of her with an audible "Pop."

"Hi, Mom..... Oh, yeah things are just fine with us." She was still into heavy breathing from our lovemaking. "You did WHAT?.... Oh my God...... gosh, congratulations, Mom.... oh yeah, I got your email a couple days ago; that was soo hot.... no, I haven't told Jack about it yet, it'll blow him away.... When are we going to do it? I don't know yet, Mom, that's something we need to talk about.... yeah, you can help me pick out a dress-- if I wear one, that is....yeah, okay.... I love you too, Mom.... yes, I'll give Jack a big hug for you.... bye Mom."

"Sorry for the interruption, Jack. Oh look, I've got your cum running down my leg. Or is it mine? Hmm, seems like a mixture of both." 

She scooped it off her leg, then licked her fingers clean. Danielle looks so beautiful after sex. Well, she looks beautiful before sex, too, but afterward she's got this radiant glow. Her long auburn hair was tousled, the ringlets at the ends, falling over her breasts. One of my many fetishes is a pair of nipples peeking through a curtain of hair.

"So what's the congratulations for?" I asked.

"She and John got married yesterday. They just went down to the courthouse and got a license and corralled a judge and did it."

"Jeez, that was in a hurry."

"Yeah; she's pregnant."

"Holy shit! Is she happy about it?"

"She sounds deliriously happy. Hey, I'm gonna have a baby brother. Or sister. Waay cool! Now if we have a baby, that'll be his uncle. Or Aunt. Hmm."

I hope she didn't see me cringe at the thought of parenthood.

"So what was this mysterious email about?"

"Oh yeah, remember that night when she was a little crocked and we were talking about her and John's sex life?"

"You mean when we embarrassed the shit out of her?"

"Yeah, that night," she giggled. I love it when she giggles.

"So?"

"So she was telling us that John didn't like to go down on her?"

"That's really too bad. They're both missing out on one of life's greater experiences."

"Yeah, well, when he saw her pussy after I shaved it and she got that little Grateful Dead dancing bear tattoo on one lip, he went apeshit."

"You mean he didn't like it?"

"God, he loved it. That naked slit drove him crazy; the first thing he did was run his tongue down it, and things went on from there. Now she can't keep his face out of it, and she says now he eats pussy almost as good as you do..... As a matter of fact, you can do me right now if you want to."

"My tongue is getting hard. Finish telling me about the conversation with Nicole, then lie down and spread them, baby."

"Ooo, okay."

"So what is it we need to talk about?"

"She wants to know when we're going to get married."

"When ever you want to."

"Really? You mean giving up forty-two years of bachelorhood doesn't scare the shit out of you?"

"Not anymore." I think. Maybe.

"Well, I'll have to think about when and where. Right now I'm gonna spread my legs for the Man with the Golden Tongue.... Cooter! Get the fuck out of here!" He's a crotch sniffer, and her naked, dripping pussy attracted him like flies on a fresh cow pie.

She did. I did. Yowzah! 

Several days later, Danielle came into the living room, with a glass of Chivas for me and a vodka and tonic for herself. She hasn't acquired a taste for Scotch yet. She had her serious face on. And a copy of "Brides" magazine in her hand. Uh oh.

"Jack?"

"Yeesss?" I have no qualms about marrying her; I just hate weddings.

"I want to talk about our wedding."

"Uh, okay." I cringed. She opened the magazine and pointed at some pictures.

"Well, I've been looking at all these bridal gowns, dresses for the maid of honor and all the bridesmaid's dresses, and thinking about how the men should dress, and the reception, and the caterers, the music, the church, and all that stuff."

"Uh huh." If I was a turtle, I'd have sucked my head into my shell.

"Well, I don't want to do all that shit." Praise the Lord!

"So what do you want to do, babe?"

"I want to get married at the beach."

"Uh, okay, what beach do you have in mind?"

"The nude beach."

"Wow, give me a minute to wrap my head around that one."

"Think of all the money we'll save; no wedding dress, no bridesmaids gowns, no tux rentals. Besides, I hate fucking weddings." Hosanna! 

"I'm sold! Do all the guests have to get naked, too?"

"I want to keep it small, so everybody there will be in the wedding party. Jessica will be my maid of honor, and I assume you want Mark to be your best man?"

"He's my best friend, sure. And Cooter can be a groomsman."

"Well, maybe you'll have to be each other's best man. I talked to Kimberly, and she and Mark want to get married too."

"She's his DAUGHTER!"

Kimberly just showed up on Mark's doorstep one day, and announced that she was his daughter. She was the result of a fling he had in college, and her mother had never told him that she had his child. They came to know and love each other, and then they fell in love. Kimberly is nineteen, the same age as Danielle.

"Yeah, isn't that cool."

"But...but..."

"You and I and Gloria are the only people who know. They didn't have any problem getting a license."

"Well, why not, I guess. They're living together anyway."

"Mom and David will be coming too."

"Who's going to marry us; who's going to conduct the ceremony?"

"Mark's brother is a priest; he said he'll do it."

"Is he going to be naked, too?" I laughed my ass off at the image.

"Yeah he is; won't that be a hoot?" I love her kinky sense of humor.

"So when's the big day?"

"A week from Saturday."

"Works for me."

"So, did I make everything easy for you? All you have to do is show up."

"Yeah. I love it."

"Do I get a reward?" She batted her eyes at me.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Yeah."

She makes me feel like a horny teenager. Come to think about it, I wasn't close to this horny when I was a teenager. I let Cooter out, and followed Dani into the bedroom.

Finally, the big day arrived. It was beautiful, warm sunny day, without a trace of wind. The ocean was a translucent aquamarine, with the waves breaking into a frothing white foam. I had the normal bridegroom jitters. I was totally into doing this, I just wanted it to be over.

Danielle and I were the first to arrive. She shucked her clothes immediately, and did a slow pirouette in the sand. Which drove me nuts. I'll never tire of looking at her body; high, firm breasts, round heart-shaped ass, shaved pussy with a little rose tattooed at the corner of her right lip. My cock immediately started to swell, and I just hoped I could keep it down today. A groom is supposed to get a hard-on on his wedding day, but during the ceremony? 

"Come on, Jack, get naked."

"I'm waiting for my cock to go down, so I don't embarrass myself during the wedding."

"Come over here and I'll suck you off, and that should cool you for awhile."

How could I resist? We were a few minutes early, so maybe we wouldn't get caught in the act. Dani dropped to her knees, and tugged my shorts down. My cock immediately disappeared between her lips, her tongue working it's magic on me. This wasn't going to be a long, lingering blow job; it was just a quickie. Her head bobbed, her mouth sucked, her tongue laved. My hips thrust into her, and I was fucking her face. I can hold off my orgasm at will, but this time I wanted to let it go. And I did, shooting a huge load deep in her throat. She calls herself a cum-slut, I think it's demeaning, but she does love the stuff.

"Well, that should take care of your erection problem; I just hope I can keep my juice from running down my leg. I am soo horny!"

"We can take care of that right after the ceremony."

"Nope. You're gonna have to wait until tonight. I've got plans for our wedding night." She batted her eyes at me again.

I was just about to tackle her and fuck her right on the spot, when I heard voices coming down the beach. Mark, Kimberly, and Gloria had arrived. Mark dumped his shorts immediately and came over to give me a welcoming hug. I'd never hugged a guy in the nude before, and our cocks brushed against each other. We both backed away, looking a bit sheepish. Men have this gay avoidance problem.

Kimberly was next to strip down. As much in love as I am, I have this habit of mentally undressing any woman I see. I couldn't wait to see her naked. The way Mark was ogling Danielle, I was guessing he did too. Kim didn't disappoint; she is equally beautiful. The girls embraced each other. 

Gaaahh! I love to see two women together; their tits mashing together, bookend asses, pussies pressed together. I felt that big tingle in my crotch again, and forced myself to look away. For just a second.

Mark's friend, Gloria, is thirty-five, blonde, and built like a brick shithouse. I always wanted to see her naked, too, and today I was going to get my chance. She was wearing a short, low-cut sundress that really accented all her charms. She pulled the dress over her hand and dropped it on the sand. God, she was wearing red underwear! 

She had a lace half-bra that only covered half her areolas, that lifted up her tits and gave her an exquisite cleavage. She wore a matching pair of see-through lace panties, and you could see a love patch of hair on her mound, just above her shaven pussy. When she unfastened her bra, her big tits sprang free, standing straight out, defying gravity. My cock started swelling, but it was still hanging down.

Nicole and David were the next to show up. Nic threw her arms around me, and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I wondered what David's reaction would be to a naked former lover wrapped around his wife. Danielle kept reminding me how cool she thought it was that I had fucked my mother.

He seemed to be pretty cool about it. I expected him to be kind of a wimp, but he wasn't. He was tall, well-built with blond hair and a full beard. And when he dropped his jeans, I could see that he was hung like a horse. He seemed a little nervous about being nude in public, but that's natural for a first timer. 

Nicole's body is as familiar to me as the back of my hand. At thirty-seven, she looks like she did in her twenties. Exercise keeps her body toned, and her breasts are still perky, without a hint of a sag. She was only two months pregnant, so her stomach was still flat. She seemed to have a little beard burn on her inner thighs. When she wiggled out of her panties, David's eyes were riveted on her snatch. His cock started to stir, too, and I wondered how big that sucker was when he was hard.

Jessica arrived, along with her current boyfriend, LaRoy James, a hot African-American actor, who looked like a young Denzel Washington. Jessica's face and clothed body have graced just about every major magazine in the country. She was about to do a nude spread for "Playboy" and the world will see her gorgeous body too. She's tall, blonde, with legs that never end. I have hot memories of them being wrapped around me.

I was the first person ever to see Jess's nude body. My tongue and my cock had been in her virgin cunt, when Dani brought her home so I could take her cherry, a most memorable occasion. She reminded me that I had fucked three of the women there, all with her consent and her presence. She wanted me to do it with Gloria, because she wanted to watch those monster tits bounce when she rode me. She's an unabashed voyeur.

Mark's brother, Father Tim, was the last to show up, dressed in his black clerical vestments. At forty-four, he was a slightly shorter version of Mark, with black hair and cobalt blue eyes. Mark says he's got really liberal views; shit, he'd have to, to preside over an event like this. I wondered how the Pope would feel about having one of his minions naked in public.

Father Tim, blushing furiously, slowly took off his priestly garb. He folded them carefully and laid them out on a beach towel. He turned his back to everyone and stepped out of his shorts. He was nude, except for his white Roman collar that he wore around his neck. I heard Gloria whisper, "Great ass." He turned slowly to face everyone; his eyes got wide when he surveyed all the naked bodies in front of him.

He had a good-sized penis, and I couldn't tell whether it was partially engorged or not. Knowing that some priests are gay, I couldn't tell which gender would arouse him, the men or the women. Gloria stared at his cock, licking her lips. Father Tim seemed to have a fixation on her very generous rack. Seemed like he liked women.

The priest gathered us together around him. Mark and I and our brides-to-be took front and center. Gloria had done their hair in a French twist, with flowers woven in, and they each carried a bouquet of white roses. Kimberly had affixed some lily-of-the-valley to Cooter's collar, but he had rolled on a large dead fish down the beach, and spoiled the effect.

"Dearly beloved," Father Tim began, as I took Danielle's hand in mine. We looked at each other and we both had tears in our eyes. We had written a simple ceremony ourselves, and the formalities were soon over. We had attracted a considerable audience of beach goers, and they all applauded. 

Our reception was held right there on the beach. We spread a picnic blanket on the sand, laid out a buffet, and popped the corks on half a dozen bottles of champagne. After we'd eaten, we turned on a boom box and started dancing.

It's tradition-- the bride and groom have the first dance. As there were two newlywed couples, we both started dancing. It was a slow tune, and Dani pressed her body into mine. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, and I could feel her nipples harden. She looked at me and batted her eyes, as she ground her pelvis against mine. Nature took its course, and I got hard as a rock.

Kimberly was doing the same thing to Mark, and the way the girls were grinning at each other, I think they'd planned it. Jessica and LaRoy were boogying down and she was stroking his erection.

"Wow, I've never seen a black cock before," Dani said, staring at him. "That's really intriguing. God, look at David, that's a monster dick; I wonder how Mom gets it all inside her. Check out that little ring around the base of it; Mom weaved him a cock ring out of the hair I shaved off her pussy."




Danielle and Jack



The most interested dancing couple, by far, was Gloria and Father Tim. She flaunted those big tits, shimmying and shaking, and Tim, blushing crimson, was sporting a large erection. Gloria reached for his cock, and just before he buried his face between her boobs, he took his priest's collar off his neck and flung it into the sand.

Public sex on the beach was against the rules, but it happened all the time. Not wishing to have a public orgy, couples started moving away toward a more private stretch of the beach. In the distance, we could see Nicole bouncing on top of David, LaRoy plunging into Jessica, and Kimberly and Mark were out of sight completely.

Gloria flashed us a wicked grin. "I'm gonna get me a forty-four year old virgin; is that hot or what?" Father Tim just shrugged as she led him away, pulling him along by his cock. 

"So, I guess it's our turn, babe," I said to Danielle, pulling her into me and cupping her ass. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.

"Nope, not here, Jack. I told you I have plans for you." She gave me a wicked grin. 

We got dressed and left the beach. Dani had brought her Porsche, and when she opened what passed for a trunk in a Boxster, I saw that she had packed an overnight bag. I climbed in the car beside her and, as her habit, she took off like a rocket.

I was totally at her mercy, so I just sat back to enjoy the ride. She headed into the city, and when we arrived at our destination, I discovered she had reserved the bridal suite at the Ritz-Carlton. Okay, this was going to be nice.

We got to our suite, I opened the door, then swept her off her feet and carried her over the threshold. I gave her a passionate kiss and set her down on her feet.

"Please be gentle with me, Jack, I've never done this before," she said demurely.

Aha! The light bulb went on in my head. Danielle loves role-playing games. We do a pirate rape game, the hooker, bad schoolgirl, and she had virgin bride on the list. We hadn't played that one before, but obviously this was going to be the night. 

There were a dozen red roses on the dresser. The king-sized bed was turned down, and there were rose petals strewn over the white sheet. Candles filled the room, and there was soft, romantic music playing in the background.

She dug into the overnight bag and handed me my black silk pajamas, that I had made for me in Hong Kong. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. There was a bottle of my favorite Scotch in the room, so I poured myself three fingers of Chivas and waited for her to appear.

After what seemed like an interminable wait, Dani emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a white satin peignoir set, with a short robe that came down to about mid-thigh. Her hair was brushed out, shiny, luxurious. She acted shy, demure, as she kept her eyes on the floor. I wasn't sure how this was going to play out, but I let her write the script.

"You look beautiful, my darling," I said, approaching her and taking her in my arms. The sleek fabric felt wonderful under my hands, as I stroked her back.

"I'm so nervous," she said, quaking. I don't know how you put on tremors, but she was really good.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart." 'Darling' and 'sweetheart' are not in my vocabulary, but for this occasion, it seemed fitting.

"I-I don't know what to do."

"What did your mother tell you about your wedding night?"

"Nothing; she said my husband would explain it all to me."

"What did she teach you about sex?"

"She said I should always submit to my husband; it is my wifely duty."

"Submit to what?"

"I- I don't know," she sniffled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. No wonder she was acing all her acting classes.

"Didn't you ever talk to your girlfriends about it?"

"Peggy Buckley just said a guy puts his thing in you and wiggles it around. And then stuff comes out of it."

"What thing?"

"His 'thing', you know; his private part."

"Do you know what a private part is?"

"I saw one on my cousin, Ricky, when he was a baby. It looked like a little worm."

"What did they call his thing?"

"H-his wee wee. I saw him pee out of it. You don't pee in me, do you, Jack?"

"No, baby, I don't. My 'thing' is called a penis, or a cock. And your 'private parts' are called a vagina, or a pussy. And what comes out of it is called cum."

"Come where?"

"It's not a place, it's a thing. Cum comes out of the end of my cock."

"Cum comes? That's funny," she giggled.

"Well, come here and kiss me; you know all about kissing."

"Oh yeah, I do. I love kissing, Jack; it makes me all tingly in my tummy."

"Does it make you tingly anyplace else?"

"Well, um, sometimes between my legs," she blushed scarlet.

"Do you ever touch yourself between your legs; touch your pussy?"

"My Mom said I should never do that; it's a sin. But a couple times I did it anyway."

"Did you like it when you did it?"

"Yeeeaaahhhh....but it was bad." She looked down, and scuffed her foot across the floor.

"What would you say if I told you I was going to touch you there tonight?"

"Ooo...."

"Now I'm going to slip this robe off you."

"Oh, you can kind of see through my nightie."

"I love to see through your nightie. I'm going to like it even better when I take it off you."

"But then I'll be naked!"

"Oh yeah. And I'll be naked too."

"I've never been naked in front of anybody before."

"You're supposed to be naked in front of your husband."

"I'll be embarrassed. What if you don't like my body?"

"I love your body."

"How do you know?"

"I can see a lot of it through your nightie."

"It's kind of exciting though."

"Does it make your pussy tingle?"

"Yeeaahh.... a little bit." 

Danielle bit her lip, and looked ashamed of herself. God, she was good. This game had me totally inflamed. I wondered whether she was going to pretend to have a cherry when we got down to the real nitty gritty?

"I'm just going to slip the straps of your nightie over your shoulders and lower it down to your waist."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to touch your breasts, fondle them, and kiss them."

"Ohh, your hands feel so good on me. Look how my nipples get hard when you touch them. Let me take your pajama top off so I can feel your skin next to mine. Hold me tight, Jack."

"Ohh, your lips feel so good on my tits....and when you lick my nipples.... Oh God, you're sucking on them."

"Mmm hmm."

"Does that make your pussy tingle more?"

"God Yes!..... oh yes...oh yes.... nnnggghhh.... nngghhh....AHH...ohhhh." 

"Was that good for you?" That was real; Danni doesn't fake orgasms. She was looking at me, slightly cross-eyed.

"What WAS that?"

"You had an orgasm."

"Is that the same as cumming?"

"Yes."

"Oh God, hold me up, my knees are weak."

"Did you like cumming?"

"Oh yes...yes."

"I'm going to take your nightie all the way off."

"Then you'll see my pussy." 

I pulled her nightie all the way off and let it pool at her feet. Her hands went straight to her crotch, covering it up.

"Move your hands away; I want to look at you."

"If I show you mine, will you show me yours?" 

"Yes."

"Okay then, I'll move my hands."

"Holy Shit!"

There was a mass of pubic hair on her shaved mound. She had cut up a wig she found in the prop room at school, and attached it with spirit gum. She looked at me, threw head back, and started laughing like hell. She was holding her stomach and tears were running down her face. Almost instantly, she shut off the laughter and went back into her role as the virgin bride.

"Um, do you like my pussy?"

"Your pussy is beautiful, sweetheart."

I buried my face in it, to muffle my own laughter. She is absolutely priceless.

"You have to show me your cock now."

"Pull my pants down."

She knelt down in front of me, and with shaking hands pulled my pajama bottoms off.

"Oh. My. God!"

Dani looked and looked, examining my erection from every angle. Her eyes were huge.

"Do you like what you see?"

"I don't know; it's kind of scary."

"Go ahead and touch it."

"Is it slimy?"

"Not yet," I laughed.

Tentatively, she reached her hand out and ran her fingers all over it. 

"What is that big bulby thing on the top?"

"That's the head, or the crown. The proper name for is the glans."

"What's that hanging underneath it?"

"Those are my balls, or testicles. Go ahead and feel them."

"Oh, they're kind of spongy. What are they for?"

"That's where my cum is made. Then it goes up my cock and comes out the top."

"Out of this little slit here?"

"Yes."

"Can I see your cum come out?" She giggled again at the cum/come dichotomy. 

"Wrap your hand around it and move it up and down."

"Oh, it's hard and soft at the same time. And look, the skin moves."

"That feels really good."

"How long do I have to do this before you cum? " "I'm getting close.... closer.... closer....mmm... MMMMM... OH GOD!"

"Wow, it really squirts. It's all over my tits....it feels kind of slippery....and sticky, too.... it smells pretty good...."

"Taste it."

"You mean put some in my mouth? What if I don't like it? Well, Mom said I had to submit, so I'll try it.... gosh, that's not too bad; it's a little bit salty. Oh look, your cock is shrinking--did I break it?"

"No, you didn't break it; it does that after I cum."

"Now it's just hanging there.... hee hee, look how it flops around when I shake it."

"Let's go lie on the bed now." 

"I like it when you stroke my body, especially my tits....mmmmm.... I like it when you kiss my body like that, especially my tits.... Oh! you're going to kiss me down there?" 

"Pull your knees up, darling."

It took all I had to keep from cracking up again when I got to the pubic patch. I was tempted to rip it off, but, in keeping with the game, I left it there. It tickled my nose.

"Oh.... oooo.... your tongue is inside me.... mmmmmm.... Oh God, what's that you're licking now?"

"That's your clitoris--your clit."

"That feels soo good when your tongue runs around and around it..... oh yes, suck it into your mouth.... mmmmm .... oooo.... oh, here comes that feeling again.... yes yes yes.... OH GOD....UH.....UH....NNGGGHHH.... MMMMM.... ahhhh....mmmm...."

"Did you like that, sweetheart?"

"Oh yes.... oh, I can taste my pussy all over your mouth when you kiss me." 

"I love the taste of your pussy."

"Oh, Jack, your cock is all big and hard again."

"Are you ready to make love with me?"

"You mean you're going to put it inside me?"

"Yes."

"And wiggle it around?"

"I'm going to move it in and out."

"I'm kind of scared."

"I'll be gentle, sweetheart. It might hurt a little bit at first, but it will get better, I promise."

"Ooo...ooo...I can feel it starting in. I'm scared, but I'm a little excited too."

"I'm going to put it in a little bit, and then push, til it gets through your cherry?"

"Cherry? What's my cherry?"

"We'll talk about it later."

"Oh....oh....OWW! OWW!.... that hurts, Jack."

"I'll hold right here for a minute until it stops hurting."

"Okay, it's feeling better."

"I'll push some more, but I'll go slowly."

"Uhh....uhh....oh, you're stretching me. It's so BIG, Jack."

"Your virgin pussy is so tight, baby."

"Oh...oh.... unnhh...oh....mmmm....it's all the way in me. You fill me up."

"Now I'm going to pull out, and push it back in."

"OH."

"And again."

"OH." 

"And again and again."

"OH....OOO....MMMM.... oh, that feels good."

"Do you like that?"

"Oh yeah!....mmmmm.... oh yes.....oh yes....so good...."

"I love you, Danielle."

"I love you too, Jaa--OH.... I'm getting that feeling again....again....only it's different, it's deeper inside me....Ooooo..."

"Hang on, sweetheart."

"MMM....MMM...MMM...OH GOD...OHH.... JESUS H. CHRIST ON A CRUTCH...FUCK FUCK FUCKETYFUCK ..AHHH... Whee...hoo....ahhh."

Game or not, Dani doesn't fake orgasms.

"So, did I fulfill my wifely duty, Jack?"

"Yes, you sure did."

"Can we do it again?" 



Danielle and Jessica



(Author's note: This is a stand-alone story, but it would help with the background if you read my previous story, "Danielle.")



I'd been having this dream. I'm not even sure what it was about, but it had something to do with warm and wet.

Then, I woke up with my cock in her sweet, soft mouth.

I looked down, and saw this shiny mass of bed-tousled auburn hair and deep blue-green eyes, staring straight into mine. Full, soft lips were wrapped around my dick. I haven't yet figured out how someone can give you a blowjob, and smile at the same, but Danielle can do it. She lifted her head, and there was an audible "pop" when I came out of her mouth.

"Good morning, Jack."

"Good morning, sweet thing. That's a helluva way to start a Sunday morning."

"Yeah, but now that I got it good and hard, you're gonna have to fuck me with it."

She gave me a big grin, and batted her eyes at me.

"You're flirting with me."

"Uh huh."

"If I'm going to fuck you, you have to kiss me first." 

My mama always told me that you have to always kiss a woman, before you make love to her--unless she's a hooker. I think Mom got that line from an old Mae West movie.

Danni slithered up my body, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. Gently at first. Then with passion. Followed by pure lust. Her full, firm breasts were pressed against me. She raised herself up on her elbows, and dragged her tits back and forth across the mat of hair on my chest. For some reason, that really turns her on, and her nipples got really hard.

She was lying on top of my cock, sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. I could feel her juice soaking me. She sat up and maneuvered herself right over my hard-on.

"I don't need any foreplay, Jack, I'm already really wet."

She slowly sank down on me. She was so hot, so slippery, so tight. I love this position, because I can see her beautiful tits bounce when we fuck, and I can get both hands on them. She sat perfectly still on me, my cock balls deep inside her. All of a sudden, she started squeezing me, rhythmically, with her vagina. Squeezing, releasing, squeezing again.

"Jesus, Danni, that's amazing. Where did you learn how to do it?"

"Yoga."

"Yoga?"

"Yeah, this girl at school is really into tantric sex, and she taught me how to do these yoga exercises to tighten your cunt. Just sit still. If you want, you can rub my clit while I do it."

She kept on squeezing. It was amazing; my dick was caught in a liquid velvet vice. I pressed my thumb between her nether lips and found her clitoris. With one finger, I slid her hood back, and her hard, swollen clit head stood out. I lubed it up with her fluid, and traced lazy circles around it, while she continued to squeeze.

"Do you like this, Jack?"

"Oh yeah!"

She kept squeezing, and I could feel my cream start to rise. She was close, too. I could tell from her breathing, the way her eyes rolled back, and she was biting her lip. We had practiced enough so we could almost always cum together.

"OH GOD!"

"OH JESUS!"

"OH SHIT!"

"OH FUCK!"

"NNNGGGHHH"

"AHHHH!"

"mmmmm."

"mmmmm."

"I love you, Danielle."

"I know."

"How do you know?"

"My mom told me. She told you I love you, too."

I probably should backtrack here. I'm forty-two and Danni is eighteen, and I am totally in love with her. She is the daughter of my former lover, Nicole. Nic sent Danielle out to live with me for a summer, with the hope that I would teach her all about the art of making love. She wanted her first occasion to be with an older, experienced lover. 

Nicole never expected us to fall in love with each other, but we did. She's been with me for six months now, and every day is better than the one before. She is smart, talented, and drop-dead gorgeous. 

I am a talent agent, with an office in Los Angeles. I called in a couple of favors, and got Danni enrolled in the Lee Strasberg Theater and Film Institute. She's majoring in drama and theater arts and, according to her instructors, is a natural-born actress. I've arranged a screen test for her; the camera loves her.

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"We have a week off from classes. Is it okay if I bring my friend, Jessica, here for the week? We're rehearsing a play together, and this would be a great chance to practice."

"Sure." 

I can't deny her anything. She's already commandeered my Porsche Boxster, which is my pride and joy. I never let ANYBODY touch it before she came along. She drives it like Danica Patrick, and just about as fast. She got pulled over for doing over a hundred on the freeway, and managed to charm the cop out of a ticket, the little minx. 

The next afternoon, I heard the roar of my tuned exhaust screaming up the road. I live in the hills above Malibu, and there is a six-mile winding road to get to my house. Danni downshifted, all the way down to first, hit the brakes, and skidded to a stop. I was out trimming the hedge, and they didn't see me when I pulled in. 

Her friend climbed out of the passenger seat. I was far enough away that I couldn't see her face clearly. What I did see was long, and lean, with blonde hair clipped into a ponytail that hung down to the bottom of her back. I guessed she was about 5'11'. She had a slender waist, flaring hips, and a gorgeous ass; kind of a bubble-butt. Her breasts weren't huge, but they weren't small either, and fit her frame perfectly. 

I watched her walk; she kind of sashayed, her hips swung side-to-side in a very provocative manner. I thought there was something vaguely familiar about her, but I wasn't sure just what it was. I went back to my hedge, attacking it with my pruning loppers. It was hot outside, and my shirtless body was soaked with perspiration. 

When I finished my task, I headed for the house, longing for an ice-cold beer. Danni was a step ahead of me, and had three Coronas with lime waiting on the coffee table. She met me as I stepped into the living room, and gave me a big kiss.

"God, I love a sweaty man. If I didn't have company, I'd rip my clothes off and slide all over your body." She licked my chest. "Mmmmm."

Her friend rose from the couch, walked over, and extended her hand.

"Hi, Jack, I'm Jessica."

I felt like I'd been pole-axed. Even without makeup, I'd know that face anywhere. She was Jessica Collins, a supermodel, whose face had graced a hundred magazine covers, and come into our living room in television commercials for shampoos and cosmetics. I represent a lot of beautiful women, and have met many more in my line of work. I'm far from being star-struck, but her presence certainly lit up my living room.

"It's nice to meet you, Jessica, I've really admired your work." She blushed.

"It isn't work, it's just standing there, letting somebody paint your face or hang some clothes on you. What I'm doing at Strasberg is really work, and I'm loving it."

"She is really, really good; you should see her," Danni said.

"I hope to do that. I want to see both of you."

"Danielle has told me all about you; I mean ALL about you."

Now it was my turn to blush. We moved into the living room, and attacked those beers. Danni snuggled up against me, sweat and all. We exchanged a bit of chit-chat. For someone who was so well known and, I assumed, so sophisticated, Jessica was really very shy. After a few beers, she opened up a bit.

"So what are you doing with your career now, Jess?" I asked her.

"I'm officially on hiatus right now. I fired my agent and my manager and I've broken off all contact with my mother. They tell me I have some acting talent, and I want to focus on all of me, not just on a face or a body. I might do some modeling again, but I'm never going to do that runway crap again. I'm going to call my own shots from now on. Nobody is going to push me or cajole me again--ever."

It was well known that Jessica had an obsessive mother who kept pushing and controlling her. She started her career when she was three years old, modeling children's clothes and appearing in magazine and TV ads. She was one of the Coppertone kids, and did shampoo ads for Baby Breck. She had just turned nineteen, and had been in the spotlight for sixteen years already.

"Maybe you could be her new agent, Jack," Danni suggested.

"I could do that, but I'd like us to get to know each other first."

"Oh, I'm sure you can get to know each other REALLY well this week." She had this devilish look on her face. 

I went to take a shower and wash the sweat off myself. I have this really great shower, with multiple heads and jets that blasts hot water at you from every direction. I was hoping Danielle would join me. We usually shower together, and all kinds of soapy, slippery, sexy things happen, but this day, it was a solo number for me.

I pulled on a pair of my favorite Levi's, the ones with the frayed knees, and a Grateful Dead tee shirt, and went out on the deck to grill us some steaks. It was a clear, warm night, and I have a distant ocean view. Danni made a Caesar salad and uncorked a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that I picked up on a trip to the Napa Valley.

Dinner was excellent, and the wine was consumed before we finished, so I opened another bottle. The girls were getting a little giddy, and the conversation a bit looser.

"Did you know that Jessica turned down three million dollars to pose for 'Playboy'? Three mil!"

"My mother turned it down; I didn't even know about it."

"I would have bought a copy," I said. Jessica would look great naked. Really great. Danni punched me.

"Can you imagine six million horny teenagers and dirty old men jerking off to your picture? Jesus, there'd be enough jizz to fill a bathtub. I wonder what it would be like to bathe in a tub full of cum?"

"EEWWW!"

"Well, it certainly would be slippery," Danni cracked up at the image. I truly love the way her mind works.

"Would you have posed for them, if you'd known about it?" I asked.

"I don't know. The idea is kind of, um, titillating. Nobody has even seen me naked, except for my mother."

"I've been backstage at some of those runway shows. It's titty city back there."

"My mother always had a private dressing room for me; it was in my contract."

"Did you know Jessica is still a virgin, Jack?"

"DANIELLE! Jesus Christ! Why don't you put it on a billboard?" She turned crimson.

The girls went off to the guest room, where Jessica was staying, to work on their lines for the play. I poured myself three fingers of Chivas, dropped in some ice, and sat back to watch the Dodgers' game. I could hear them down the hall, giggling like teenagers. Shit, they ARE teenagers.

When it was time to turn in, I walked into the bedroom. Danni was on her hands and knees, with her gorgeous ass up in the air, right at the edge of the bed. She was diddling herself with her fingers. I love to look at a pussy from behind; those fat, puffy labia and her goodies sticking out between them. She reached behind her and spread herself open, revealing her deep, pink vagina.

"Take me, you stud."

I knelt down on the floor, and started licking her; flicking her clit with my tongue, then between her lips. I pushed my tongue deep in her hole, then licked upward, in the cleft of her ass, spending a lot of time rimming her rosebud. She was quivering.

"OOO....I'm cumming, Jack....cummming....OHH....AHH....mmpphh. Put your cock in me now, Jack, now." She was really loud.

I stood up and shoved my steel rod into her dripping cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I love to do it doggy-style, feeling her soft buns pressing into my groin. The sounds of our bodies slap-slapping bounced off the walls.

"OH FUCK ME, JACK....OH YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD....HARDER....FASTER....FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."

She was shouting at the top of her lungs. I knew Jessica could hear us in the room next door. Danni was doing it on purpose. When she came, she was even louder. We collapsed and held each other, cuddling, kissing.

"Jaaaack?" Uh oh, that's her "I want something" voice.

"Yeeess?"

"Jessica wants to lose her virginity, and she'd like you to be her first. She thinks you're really a hunk."

"What are you doing, pimping me out?"

"Dawg, you be da man, yo!"

Holy shit! Fuck Jessica Collins? Half the men in the world would like to fuck Jessica Collins. And my woman, my lover, my love, WANTS me to do it? Am I dead? Have I gone to heaven?

"How do you feel about giving your man to another woman?"

"I'm not giving you to her, I'm sharing my lover with my best friend. Besides, I'm gonna watch. And maybe help."

"Will you make it with her, so I can watch you two?"

"Maybe," she grinned, batting those eyes again. She's getting really kinky, and I'm loving it.

I took them to Spago for dinner the next night. The three of us wouldn't fit in my Porsche, so we took my back-up car, a totally restored '67 GTO convertible, with a 400 cubic inch engine, two Rochester four barrel carburetors, and cherry bomb mufflers. It didn't corner worth a crap on my windy road, but it went like a bat out of hell on the straightaway.

I thought Jessica must have been there many times, but she hadn't. I kept on being surprised by her lack of sophistication. In any case, Spago is a place where, even if she is recognized, people will leave her alone. Danielle wore my favorite dress, the little red number that hugs her body and shows lots of cleavage and lots of leg. Jess wore a simple peasant dress that hit her long legs about mid-thigh. God, did she have legs! When she bent down to scoot into the booth, I got a good look at her breasts, encased in a white, lacy bra with little red bows on the straps and between the cups.

I don't even remember what we had to eat, because I got side tracked. After we had a glass of wine, Danni started squirming in her seat, with that far-away look in her eyes.

One of her hands was under the table. Then both hands went under the table. She really started to wiggle, then reached down and came up with her tiny thong in her hands. She gave me her shit-eating grin, and handed them to me.

"Hold on to these for me, Jack. I got them nice and wet for you."

I couldn't help myself; I had to pass them under my nose, before putting them in my pocket. Jessica's eyes were huge. She obviously couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Give him yours, Jess," Danni grinned at her.

"I, um, ah, er...."

"Give him your panties."

"I, um, ah....oh, what the fuck."

She wriggled around a little bit then, blushing crimson, passed me her panties. It wasn't a thong, but a French cut bikini, silk, with some lace around the top. They weren't wet, but I sniffed them anyway. Jesus, I had Jessica Collins panties in my pocket! I had a fleeting thought about mounting them on the wall, like some guys do with a trophy moose head or a rainbow trout.

"So how does it feel, Jack, knowing you've got two hot babes sitting here with bare pussies?" 

My cock was rising.Looking totally nonchalant, and carrying on a conversation with Jess, Danni, under the table, unzipped my pants and started stroking my throbbing hard-on. She briefly removed her hand, and feigning a cough, covered her mouth and filled her hand with saliva. Which she used to thoroughly lubricate my glans. When I reached the point of no return, she blithely took the napkin off her lap, put it on mine, and let me fill it with cum.

"May I have another napkin, please?" she asked the waiter, demurely. "This one seems to have gotten soiled." 

When we got home that evening, Danielle couldn't stop chuckling, all the way into the bedroom.

"I'd love to have had a picture of your face in the restaurant. It was priceless." She was holding her sides and tears were streaming down her face. I stomped up to her.

"Now you'll pay the price, you brazen hussy."

I was trying to sound like Blackbeard, the pirate, but I probably came across more like Johnny Depp playing Captain Jack Sparrow. I jerked the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and pulled the top of her dress down. The sight of her breasts takes my breath away, no matter how many times I've seen them. I pulled her skirt up, and the whole garment was wrapped around her waist. I pushed her back on the bed and fell on her.

"Oo, oo, rape rape," she said in this tiny little voice, still shaking with laughter. "Did I ever tell you about my rape fantasies, Jack? Rip my panties off, you masher."

"I can't, they're in my pocket."

"Well, tear through my maidenhead, then."

"Been there. Done that."

"That's true. Well, just ravish me then."

"Okay, bitch!" I tried to snarl, but it sounded more like a screen door hinge that needed oil.

We rolled around, howling with laughter, fucking each other's brains out. Again, we made so much noise, Jessica couldn't help but hear us. When we calmed down, we had a serious conversation.

"So how do we go about relieving Jessica of her virginity?" I asked.

"You seduce her, just like you did with me."

"Wait a minute. It was you that seduced me."

"Oh yeah, I guess I did. You were really easy, Jack. You slut."

"Well, this whole thing was your doing. Pretend we're making a movie, and you be the director."

"Jeez, I never thought my first film would be a porno flick."

"How about we call it 'erotic cinema'?"

"I think we need to get her comfortable with her body."

"I could get really comfortable with her body." Danni punched me. Again.

"She said she's never been naked in front of anybody before, so let's take her to 'our' beach?"

"Shall we tell her ahead of time, or let it be a surprise?"

"I love surprises."

Jessica was indeed surprised. When we climbed down the stairs and hit the sand, she became aware of where we were. Very aware.

"Oh my God, those people are naked! Is this a nude beach?"

"It's clothing optional," Danni said. "You don't have to take your clothes off, if you don't want to. But if you're gonna get laid, you're gonna have to get naked sometime."

Jess looked at me and blushed. In about ten seconds, Danielle had shed everything, and was a naked as the day she was born. She is so beautiful, it takes all my willpower to keep my dick hanging down, instead of it pointing straight up at the sky. If Jessica looks like I think she will in the buff, with two of them there, I'm going to have to count backwards from a million, or recite Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" silently in my head. 

Jessica checked her out very carefully, particularly her smooth, shaved mound and the little tattoo on the top corner of her pussy lip. Turns out, she'd never seen anyone naked before, male or female.

I pulled off my tee shirt, unzipped my Levi's, and just started to lower them.

"Wait, Jack, wait please," Jessica implored. 

"Will my nudity upset you?"

"Um, I don't think so. But I've never seen a man's penis before. I don't want to be rude and stare, but I really want to look at it."

"TA DA!" Danni exclaimed. She had snuck up behind me and jerked my pants down to my ankles. Jess examined me from several different angles.

"Here, let me get it hard for you." She reached for my cock.

"NO, not now!" I pulled her hand away and turned my back. There would be time for that later. Jesus, I was doing everything in my power to keep it down.

Jessica pulled off her oversized tee shirt, and stood there in a rather modest bikini. At least it was modest by Danielle's standards; hers was made out of a few strings of dental floss, with three little half-dollar sized pieces of cloth attached. It was modest, but it showed plenty of tit, and her gorgeous round ass cheeks.

She had her back to me, and Danni went behind her, untying her top and the ties on her bikini bottom. When her suit fell away, she held her arm across her breasts, and one hand over her pubes, trying to cover herself up.

She finally shed the last shred of modesty of modesty, and let her arms fall to her sides. God, what a vision of loveliness! Her breasts were perfect for the shape of her body; firm, round, with a bit of an uplift. And she had puffy nipples! I'm a sucker for puffy nipples. She had blonde pubic hair, trimmed a little bit so it wouldn't stick out her bikini bottom, but a substantial bush, nevertheless.




Danielle and Jessica



I stood there gazing at the two perfect teenage bodies, and I felt a twinge in my groin. {Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary....quothe the raven "never more"}. I solved my problem by diving in the ocean. Nothing like cold water to shrink your dick. My balls felt like they were nestling right next to my tonsils.

I turned toward the shore and saw the girls running to join me. I totally love watching titties bounce when they run, and here were four absolutely perfect ones, swinging and swaying, up and down and side-to-side. 

Every erotic story you read has the obligatory rubbing-on-the-sun-block scene, so here it comes. Danielle and I have developed it to amorous perfection, but this day we just quickly slathered some on each other's back, and went to work on our guest. 

Jessica's skin was flawless; not a blemish or a mole anywhere. Danni and I sat on each side of her. I squirted a bunch of block on the small of her back, and we started to rub it in, mirroring each other's ministrations. We dug in with our fingers, tracing the contours of every muscle.

"Ohh, that feels so good. Nobody's ever touched me like that before."

"You've never had a massage? Or a back rub?" She shook her head. 

I put some creme on the backs of her thighs, and we each went to work on a leg. Long, shapely, well-toned legs. Danni and I grinned at each other, and gently spread her legs apart, so we could see her pussy lips. Then we went to work on her ass, each of taking one of those lovely round globes. We stroked, kneaded, massaged. Glutes are such sensuous muscles. We took turns running our fingers up and down her cleft, teasing her pretty pink rosebud on each stroke. She was mewling with pleasure, and rolling side-to-side.

We had her turn over and lie on her back. Gravity didn't have much effect on her pert, firm breasts; they stood up proudly on her chest. We rubbed the lotion into her tummy, in slow, sensuous circles, down to the hairline on her mound. Up her ribcage, to her chest and shoulder, purposely avoiding her tits. 

Down to the front of her legs. When we got to the tops of her thighs, the backs of our hands brushed her majora, teasing, but not going there.

We moved up to her chest again, and squirted a healthy dose of the sunscreen just above her boobs. We each took a breast in our hands; feeling, touching, stroking. By the time we got to her nipples, she was writhing. I love to watch puffy nipples when they become aroused; the areolas swell up right with the nubs. 

We ran our slippery fingers all around the nips, flicked over them, then started pinching, pulling, and rolling them between our fingers. Her hips started to buck, her breath came in ragged gasps. We got her right up to the point where she was about to cum, and then quit, saving an orgasm for later.

When she caught her breath, Jessica walked down the beach, collecting shells. Danni was lying on her stomach. Her hand was between her legs, and it looked busy.

"God, Jack, that was so hot. I never felt anyone else's boob before. I can't wait to get at her pussy."

"You like that, huh?"

"Oh yeah! Fuck me, baby, fast and hard."

"Right here?"

"Yeah. Just lie on me and slip it in. We'll have a quickie."

It was a very opportune time, because Edgar Allen Poe wasn't working for me anymore. I lay on top of her, feeling those soft cheeks pressing into my groin. She was soaking wet, and my cock went in her cunt fast and deep. I attacked her like an alley cat, and when I came, I bit her neck a little bit, leaving red teeth marks. We finished just in time, when Jessica rejoined us.

"This is so wonderful; I feel so free." She was like a beautiful bird that had just been let out of her cage. A gilded cage

.

"Hey, Jack, take our picture," Danni asked, handing me her iPhone. She went over and posed with Jess.

"I'm going to send this to my mother, and let her freak out." Jessica said.

"If you're gonna freak your mother out, pose with Jack.... Now put your arm around his waist, and, Jack, you put your arm over her shoulder and cup one of her boobs."

She took a half a dozen shots, and they came out great.

The next morning, the girls took off in my Porsche. They were giggling when they went out, so I figured they were on some kind of a secret mission. They came back about five hours later, still laughing with each other.

"Look what Jess did." Danni said, pulling her shirt out of the back of her shorts. She'd gotten a tattoo on her lower back, an intricate pattern of colorful flowers on a garland that reached from hip to hip. 

"I also want to shave my, um, uh....."

"Pussy?"

"Yes, I want to shave my pussy like Danielle's." Once out of the cage, this child was flying wild. I was totally into watching the barbering process.

Danielle spread a towel on the couch, and gathered up her scissors and shaving gear. Jessica, apparently now shed of all her inhibitions, dropped her shorts, plopped down, pulled up her knees, and spread her legs apart. I could see hints of her goodies through the hair.

As she snipped with the shears, Danni handed the tufts to me and I put them in a little bowl on the coffee table. Idly, I wondered how much I could get for Jessica Collins' cunt hair on e-Bay? If I sold it by the single strand, I could probably rake in a bundle. Bad Jack.

As the hair disappeared, her slit came out. She's tall, so it's a really long one, and there was just a hint of her minora peeking out. Danni finished the shave and rubbed some lotion on her. She was breathing rapidly and wiggling around.

"That really kind of, um, tingles down there."

"You can go ahead and relieve yourself if you want."

"Relieve myself?"

"Yeah, you know, masturbate? Make yourself cum?"

"Um, I don't know how to do that. Can you show me?"

"Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, sweetie, if you had one, you'd know it. Here, watch me, and then you can do it yourself."

Danielle took off her shorts, hopped up on the couch, and spread her pussy wide open. Oh my, was I in for a show! That old gum jingle sounded in my head: "Double your pleasure, double your fun...." I couldn't remember what kind of gum it was.

"You want to start by lightly rubbing the hood of your clit."

"Clit?"

"Clitoris. Right here, see.... Take your fingers and feel mine....feel that little bump?....now find yours....got it?....okay, now rub your fingers over it like this....right, just like that...."

"Ohh, that feels really good."

"Uh huh. Trust me, it's gonna feel better."

"OOH!"

"Now watch me. Dip your fingers into your vagina, take some of the juice, and spread it over your clit. See it stick out when I slide my hood back? Now run your wet fingers around it."

I was mesmerized. This sea of pink womanhood flashing right in front of me--in stereo-vision. My favorite perfume, Eau de Cunte, was filling the room. There was no way I could talk myself into a limp dick; I was sporting major wood.

"OH, something's happening something's happening....something's happening to meeeeee...." 

"You're gonna cum, baby."

"OHHHH......OHHHH.....AHHHH....OH GOD.....NNGGGHHHHH....ahhh....oooo....mmmm."

"I really like orgasms," she gasped, once she was able to catch her breath.

She flopped back on the couch; her eyes were glazed. It sure is fun to watch someone's first experience. Danni leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. So, here's these two gorgeous teenagers, naked from the waist down, engorged and wet, and my pole is about to burst through my shorts. I was wondering if I should just pull it out and whack off; they just did it in front of me. Danni saved my bacon.

"Look at poor Jack, he's sitting there with a giant hard-on. Why don't we take it out and make him cum, too?"

By this time, I was lying on my back, on the soft carpet. Danni kneeled down beside me, and motioned for Jessica to get on the other side. She unzipped my cutoffs.

"Raise your ass up, so I can get these off you."

"Oh my, that's a whole lot bigger than when I saw it before."

"Touch it," Danni said to her.

Timidly, she put a couple fingers on it.

"Wrap your hand around it."

"Oh, it's so hot, and so hard."

Danielle put her hand around hers, and showed her how to stroke me. She was fascinated by how the skin on my shaft moved up and down. They each took one on my balls in their hands, and gave them a gentle finger massage.

A mass of pre-cum oozed out of my slit, and they smeared over my cock head. Then they locked their fingers together, and both girls pumped me up and down, letting my slippery crown slide through their hands. My hips started to rise and fall, matching their strokes.

"Watch, he's gonna cum pretty soon."

"How can you tell?"

"See his scrotum tighten up, and pull his balls up?"

I started to growl, deep in my throat. I could feel my balls empty, and the jizz rise up my shaft.

"NOW!.....AAGGRRRR....GRRRR....AHHH."

Their locked hands trapped most of my emission. Jessica played with my cum in the palm of her hand, running her fingers through it, feeling its sticky wetness.

"That is soo cool," she said.

The next afternoon, I came home and found the girls sunbathing on the deck, stark naked. Jessica had become completely comfortable walking around with no clothes on, and Danielle did it a matter of habit. My libido had shifted into overdrive.

"Can we talk business for awhile, Jack?" Jess asked.

"Sure. Why don't we all come in the house."

It was difficult for me to switch to my business persona with these two naked teenage hardbodies staring me in the face, but I did my best to muddle through.

"Would you be my agent?"

"I'd be delighted to be your agent. Are you sure it's a good idea to have an agent that you're, ah, intimately involved with?"

"The, ah, intimacy won't be forever. Once you've taught me all about sex, I'll move on. I'll always love you for doing this for me, but I know you're Danielle's man."

"Tell me about your past experiences with your agent, and your mother. What caused the rift with her?"

"She was always demanding, always pushing me, and she was totally controlling. She completely smothered me, professionally, and personally. I had no social life at all. I'm really embarrassed to be this age and so totally ignorant about sex."

"You won't be ignorant much longer," I grinned at her, "but go on."

"My mother not only controlled me, she also controlled my income. Everything I earned went into a trust fund. When I turned eighteen, I tried to invade the trust and put the money into an account that I had access to. She had her lawyer file all kinds of motions to prevent me from getting ahold of my money."

"Once I did get access to the trust, I discovered that my mother and my agent had siphoned off most of it. Then I found out they'd been having an affair for years, and now they're living together in the Caymans. I have enough left to finish school and live fairly comfortably for now, but I'm going to have to go back to earning a living." 

"So what direction do you see your career moving in?"

"I'm discovering that I have a talent for acting, and I'd like to get into the movies. I'd like to do that "Playboy" spread, if you think that wouldn't hurt my career aspirations."

"Quite the contrary, it would probably help your career. Kim Basinger, Charlize Theron, and Drew Barrymore all did 'Playboy', and everyone knows what it did for Marilyn Monroe."

"Do you think I should get breast implants; I'm only a B cup?"

"NO!" Dannie and I exclaimed together.

"Your breasts are beautiful, and just perfect for your body. Plastic tits look pneumatic, freaky. Stay natural, please."

Danielle moved behind her, took one of her breasts in each hand and started kneading them. Her nipples got hard. My cock started to get hard. 

"Let me make a few phone calls, and see what we can do."

I spent a couple hours on the phone. When I finished, I poured myself three fingers of Chivas and called the girls back in. They weren't naked this time; they had donned tee shirts with no bras, but their jiggling boobs and nipples poking out were still distracting.

"Okay, here's my suggestion. We start with a few of the beach shots we did, only I'll make them a little blurry, so they look like they were shot by a paparazzi with a telephoto lens. We'll sell these to the "National Enquirer," and they can run something like "Jessica Collins Nude Romp." That'll start whetting appetites."

"I can get you a cover on 'Sports Illustrated's' swim suit edition. Then, we'll do a cover and a feature in 'Maxim.' They only do partial nudity, but it will stir up more interest. I got you a cover and a nine-page spread in 'Playboy'. I got them bumped to four million, and a clause in your contract that you don't have anything to do with Hugh Hefner."

"What's the matter with Hugh Heffner?"

"He likes to fuck his models, the degenerate old creep. All told, that will bring you about eight million dollars. By the way, my commission is fifteen percent."

"Great! Where do I sign?"

"My lawyers will have a contract for you by the end of the week."

"So, now that your show biz talk is over, what kind of playtime are we going to have tonight, Mr. sex guru?" Danielle asked.

"How about some oral stuff?" I said, my eyes narrowing and a Cheshire Cat grin spreading on my face.

"Ooo goody! I get to lick her pussy, too."

"Are you two going to put on a little show for me?"

"Maaaybe." She was batting her eyes at me again.

I barbequed some lamb chops, and we went through a couple bottles of Merlot. Wine always makes Danielle horny. She's always horny anyway, bless her sweet little heart, but vino makes her insatiable.

I spread out a big faux fur rug on the living room floor, for the evening's activities. Both girls entered the room dressed to the nines. Danni wore a slinky black cocktail dress, with a slit in the side all the way up to her hip. Jessica's was royal blue, low cut, hitting her about mid-thigh. They held each other close and began kissing, with lots of open mouth, tonguing, and lip nibbling. There's something about women kissing that drives me bananas.

Jess broke the lip-lock for a moment and looked at me.

"I didn't even know how to kiss, until Danielle taught me." From what I could see, my sweetie was a great instructor.

They stood and swayed against each other, hands dipping down and grabbing hands full of gorgeous ass. In almost perfect synchronicity, they unzipped their dresses, slid the straps over each other's shoulders, and let them slide to the floor.

I'm a sucker for sexy underwear, and they had it on. Both of them wore lace demi-bras; Danielle's was white, and Jessica wore a black one. Uplift and cleavage! They each wore matching lace panties. They took turns kissing each other down their throat, across the chest, and along the upper portion of their breasts that were swelling out of their tiny bras.

Simultaneously, they unhooked each other, exposing four exquisite titties to my most appreciative eyes. They fondled, stroked, and caressed each other; pulling, pinching, and rolling their nipples. Alternately, they sucked the hard nubbins, until they were both gasping for breath.

Danni dropped to her knees and pulled Jessica's panties slowly, tantalizingly, down her long legs, then buried her face in her friend's pussy. I could see her tongue snick out and disappear in the slit between her lips. Then she stood up, and let Jess do the same to her.

"Hey, no fair, Jack's still got his clothes on."

As a team, they stripped me naked, and embraced me in a three-way hug. One of each of their boobs was pressed into my body, and my rigid tool was trapped between their bellies. They took turns kissing me; their breaths smelled like ripe cunt, and their tongues tasted like it.

They dropped to their knees and Danielle took my hard-on in her hand, and turned to Jess.

"Lick it like this," she instructed, running her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip.

They began licking me in tandem, both tongues mimicking the other, touching together. Danni lifted my balls up and showed her that little crease on my sac that runs between the testicles, and they took turns licking it. They both took a ball in their mouth and gently sucked on it. Double your pleasure....Oh. My. God.

One of them would run her tongue all over the top of my crown, dipping it into the little slit on top, while the other flicked over my frenulum, on the underside. They somehow managed to kiss each other with the head of my cock between their lips. 

Danni took my cock deep into her mouth, bobbed her head up and down several times, and pulled off it with an audible "pop." That set Jessica to giggling, so she tried it, then they alternated. Suck, suck, "pop"....giggle....suck, suck, "pop"....giggle.

I was getting so hot, I wasn't going to hold it off much longer. The view alone was driving me near the edge; these two beautiful young girls working over my joint, four tits dangling before my eyes.

"He's going to cum, Jess, you take him in your mouth."

She sucked me like a Hoover, while Danni pumped my shaft. My balls exploded, and my jism came rushing out of my cock. Jessica's eyes got huge as I dumped my load into her mouth. She swished my cum around, then swallowed it, and gave me a huge smile.

"I guess I'm officially a cocksucker, now," she giggled.

It was Jessica's turn to experience her first cunt lapping. Everything we did with her was a first, and it was an extra thrill to be the one giving it to her. She lay back on the fur rug. I took her face in my hands--that beautiful face that graced so many magazine covers--and kissed her deeply. My tongue swirled around in her mouth, she sucked on it, and then she returned the favor.

Danielle kissed her, then together, we kissed our way down her throat, across her chest, until we reached her breasts. They were so young and so firm, they stood up proudly on her chest. She took one nipple in her mouth and I took the other. With her puffy nipples, the whole areolas swell up, along with her nubbins. She was gasping, and her tits rose up with every breath. We suckled, and she started to moan.

One of us on either side of her, our mouths moved in tandem, until we reached her smooth mound. Danni pulled her knees up and spread her legs apart. We each ran our tongues over her outer lips, and we watched them swell and turn red. Her slit was still closed, but we could see some milky-white fluid slowly leaking out.

Danielle bent down and ran her tongue up and down her long slit, and her clit started to swell and peek out from between her lips. She took her fingers and opened her up. Her clit was quivering in anticipation. She took her minora between her fingers, massaged them, then spread them wide apart, so we could see inside her virgin vagina.

"Look, Jack, you can see her cherry."

Just inside the entrance to her cunt was a round, pink membrane with a finger-sized hole in the middle. I put my tongue in her love hole, and ran it around the edges. It must have been sensitive, because her moans increased and she started to writhe around. I stuck the tip of my tongue through the hole in the middle; it stretched, but it wouldn't break. It would take something stronger than my tongue to break her hymen.

"My turn, Jack, I've never eaten a pussy before."

Danni knelt down between her legs, and I watched her tongue and her lips go to work; licking, nipping, sucking. Her delicious ass was sticking up in the air; her pussy lips were swollen and soaking wet. My cock was hard and throbbing, and I just couldn't resist, so I slipped it between her lips and buried it to the hilt. While she ate, I fucked. By some stroke of fate, we all reached our peak at the same time.

"AHHHH...." I shouted.




Danielle and Jessica



"AHHHH...." Danielle shouted.

"AHHHH....."Jessica screamed.

Perfect harmony; just like Peter, Paula, and Mary.

I was out working in the yard again when I head the Porsche screaming up the road. When they screeched to a halt, I looked over, and holy shit! they were both topless. I walked over to the car and looked in, discovering that they were not only topless, they were stark naked. Danni strolled over and threw her arms around my neck.

"Hi there, sweaty man." This time she slid her tits all over my chest.

"Jesus, how far did you drive like that?"

"Oh, forty miles up the highway, or so."

"What if you'd been stopped by a cop?"

"You think we couldn't have talked him out of a ticket? Shit, he could sell his dashcam tape with Jessica Collins naked on it for a bundle on eBay." Amazing how great minds think alike. She was batting her eyes at me again.

"So, no cops?"

"Nope, no cops. But the trucker that pulled up next to us got a real thrill." I got her shit-eating grin flashed at me. Again.

"You remember how I told you this car gives me an orgasm?"

"I remember."

"Well, there's kind of a big wet spot on the driver's seat.

"Um, there's one on the passenger seat, too," Jessica blushed, dragging her toe in the dirt.

I sniffed the seats. The smell of teenage pussy, along with the Corinthian leather, was intoxicating. I wasn't going to try to clean it off. 

We went back into the house, and I headed for the shower.

"Wait, wait! I want to slide all over that sweaty body first. Gimme a quickie, then we'll shower together." That was an offer I couldn't refuse. 

After dinner, the girls were rehearsing their lines for the play again. I poured myself three fingers of Chivas, and sat back to watch the Dodgers' game. If they won that night, they'd sweep the series and take sole possession of first place in their division. After three innings and three more fingers, Danielle came in a plopped herself down beside me.

"Tonight's the night, Jack."

"The night for what, babe?"

"For Jessica's deflowering."

"She's alright with that?"

"She's ready. I asked her if she wanted to pop her cherry with a vibrator, but she said no; she wants to experience the whole virgin thing."

"Are you going to help?"

"I'm going to set the scene, and just sit back and watch. The you can carve another notch in your bedpost."

"I don't have a bedpost." I had a cast-iron bed frame.

"True that, yo."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah. I discovered I have this big voyeur thing. You can bet I'll be playing with my pussy while you're doing her. I'll try to be quiet, so I don't distract you. Come into the bedroom in one hour."

When I came in the bedroom, Danielle had stripped the cover off the bed, except for the bottom sheet, which is black satin. She'd covered the bed with pink rose petals, and had a dozen long-stemmed roses on each of the nightstands. There were candles burning everywhere, casting a warm glow over the whole room. Nora Jones was crooning softly on the stereo.

When she ushered Jessica into the room, she was wearing a white lace see-through negligee, a garter on her thigh, and a gossamer veil on her head. This outfit was from one of Danielle's role-playing scenarios. This game was "Wedding Night" where she'd play a virgin bride. She likes me to take the garter off with my teeth. We also do the pirate-rape thing, Daddy's bad little girl, with the short uniform skirt, the hooker, and she was working up something to do in a cop uniform. I've never had so much fun in my life.

Jessica was stunningly beautiful. Her waist-length golden hair was brushed out and shining in the candlelight. I drew her to me, lifted the veil, and pressed my lips to hers. Softly, gently at first. We hadn't kissed before, and there's something magic about learning about each other this way. Her lips were full, soft, and supple.

I snicked out my tongue and licked her lips, before inserting it between them and finding hers. Gently, gently at first, and as her passion grew her kisses intensified. She sucked on my tongue and they tangled together. Running my hands up under her nightie, I stroked her back, up and down, using just my fingertips. I got both hands on her ass, kneading and massaging her rounded cheeks.

I was very aware of Danielle, sitting naked in an upholstered chair. Her legs were spread wide, and she had two fingers in her pussy. She looked at me and winked.

My lips made their way down her throat, and across her chest. I pulled the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and they caught halfway down her arms, exposing her perfect breasts. I cradled them in my hands; they are so firm, so young. When I skimmed my thumbs over her nipples, I watched them swell and harden. I took them into my mouth, one at a time, sucking, tonguing. 

She was breathing hard and pleasure moans came from deep in her throat. I pulled the nightie all the way off, and slipped my hand into her lacy panties. My finger teased her clit. With one arm behind her knees and another behind her back, I picked her up, carried over to the bed, and gingerly laid her down.

Slipping her panties off, I stood back and admired her stunningly beautiful body. Her long blonde hair was spread out underneath her, in high contrast to the black satin sheets. She looked at me with trusting eyes.

"Are you okay with this, Jessica?" 

"Yes. I'm a little bit scared, but I really want to do this with you."

"It will hurt a little bit at first, but I'll be as gentle as I can."

We lay side-by-side, and we kissed some more. I stroked her body with light hands, from her chest to her thighs, lingering over her breasts, teasing her mound. When I got down to the inside of her thighs, I spread her legs apart.

Cupping her sex, I squeezed her puffy lips together, trapping her clit between them, and used her majora to stroke it. She was leaking juice that ran down the crack in her ass. My mouth replaced my hands, and it roamed all over her. I licked and sucked her nipples again, then worked my way down to her virgin pussy.

I spread her lips apart, and looked at her beautiful cunt. Her minora were swollen and standing up, like the petals on the rose that were spread over the bed. She was so wet, so aroused. Her odor assailed my nostrils, and I breathed deep. Her clit was hard, the tip just peeking out from under its hood. 

I assaulted her sweet pussy with my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking. My tongue ran around her clit in lazy circles, then flicked it, hard and fast. I wanted her to cum, and cum hard, experiencing pleasure before the pain in breaking her cherry. She was moaning and squirming around, and when I sucked her clit into my mouth, she went over the edge, and her orgasm overwhelmed her.

"Oh God, Jack....Oh...OOOOH....NNNGGGHHH.. AH...ahhh.. hummmm."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, yes, I'm ready....I want to feel you in me."

I ran the head of my cock up and down her clit, spewing pre-cum that added to her wetness and made her pelvis start to undulate. Slowly, I eased my slippery crown between her pink lips, and pushed until I felt the resistance just inside the entrance to her vagina. 

I withdrew, and pushed in again, stopping when I felt her hymen. Rearing back one more time, I thrust really hard, feeling the membrane tear as I broke her cherry.

"AARRHHGG....UH...UH...OW..." 

She winced with the pain, and I held still until it passed. I pushed in slowly, an inch at a time, feeling her vagina stretch to take my girth. It had been a long time, and I'd forgotten how tight a virgin cunt can be. She was so wet, so hot, so slippery. I finally bottomed out, then lay still, deep inside her.

"Are you okay?" Her eyes were closed. When I spoke, she opened them up and looked at me.

"Yes, I'm okay; it only hurt for a minute. I love the feeling of your cock inside me."

I rose up slowly, then pushed back and entered her again. Her tight canal gripped me like a velvet vice. I moved in and out, in and out, slowly at first, then picking up the tempo. Her hips rose up, and she began to thrust up to meet me. She was mewling; these soft sounds emitting at every stroke.

I plunged in deep and rolled over, still inside her. She was on top, and I pushed her shoulders up, so she was sitting on top of me. As she leaned forward, her tits dangled seductively in front of me, and I filled my hands with them, rubbing her nipples with my thumb.

As she rose and fell on top of me, I buried my hands in her soft buttocks, helping to lift her up. I teased her clit with my thumb, then pressed it against my shaft so that I rubbed against it as we fucked each other. I could sense from her body language, and the sounds she was making, that her climax was building. I was about to bust my nut, but I held it back, waiting for her.

"oooo, I'm gonna cum....gonna cum.....cum....cum....NNGGHHH....OH GOD...."

She came, and when her vagina spasmed on me, I shot my load way deep into her. When she raised off me, my cum was mixed with hers, colored pink with her virgin blood. 

We lay side-by-side on the bed, and Danielle came over and snuggled in between us. She kissed me, long and deep, and kissed Jessica the same way.

"God, that was soo HOT, she smiled."

Jessica went back to school. She had a mad crush on one of the actors in her class. I continue to be her agent, and her movie career is off and running. Sometimes she comes by, and Danni and I have a three-way with her.

The next weekend was Danielle's nineteenth birthday. I handed her a small velvet box, and her eyes widened. She opened it up and there was a gold-plated Porsche key inside.

"Oh wow, my own key to your Porsche! Thanks, Jack."

"Let's go out in the garage and make sure it fits; it's got a computer chip in it."

She threw open the garage door and let out a shriek. Inside sat a bright red, brand new Porsche Boxster with a big silver ribbon on it, and a giant gift card attached. With the commission I had made from Jessica, I could have bought ten Porsches.

"Happy birthday, baby."

"Oh my God! You're gonna have to marry me now, you know."

"Okay."

"Okay??"

"That was a proposal, wasn't it?"

"Well, yaaa."

"So my answer is yes."

"You mean with a ring and everything?"

"Look in your glove box." Inside the glove compartment was another velvet box.

"Holy shit! It's beautiful!" 

It was a five-carat square cut sapphire, that belonged to my grandmother.

"I love you, Danielle."

"Oh, you do. You really, really do. God, I love you, Jack."

Then she got this mischievous look in her eyes. She flipped up her short denim skirt and lay back across the hood of her new red Porsche. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Fuck me, Jack."

"Right here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."



Danielle and John



This is my first piece so it may not be the best thing on here, but hopefully you enjoy! :) 
~ Jack

*****

Hello, I'm John and I want to tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 6 feet 3 inches. I have hazel eyes and am somewhat muscular. My cock is a bit bigger than the average size at 8 inches. 

My girlfriend is amazing! Not only is she great for making love, but she is a great lover. Her name is Danielle and has blue eyes. She's brunette and is a gymnastic, so you know whenever she has an event, I'm looking at her ass (and she knows it). Now to speak about her sexually, she's white, perky 34B tits, and has a firm ass. We were both 21 and enjoyed doing anal, but we only did twice. We liked doing BDSM (she being the slave).

We were lying in bed at my house one night and she said "I had an irritating day, I really need a stress reliever." 

"I know what that means." I started tickling her and she tried to stop me, but I was too powerful and got on top of her. I started kissing her and she kissed me back. We started taking off each others clothes, and before we knew it, we were completely naked. I broke the kiss and started to kiss her neck and down her chest. I stopped at her boobs and licked her left nipple and nibbled on it a little and did the same to the right. I kissed down her stomach. I reached her pussy and I she was the wettest I've ever seen her. I gave her pussy a big long lick and relieved her from all of her stress.

I dipped my tongue into her and she let aloud a long moan. I started to rub her tight pussy and starting to suck on her clit because she was really, really close and I didn't want to tease her anymore. I bit her clit and she let out a happy scream and came. That's the thing about her, she cums really fast whenever I eat her out.

She was laying there, calming down from the orgasm and I asked "Aren't you going to return the favor?"

"Oh, yeah," she said as she got on her knees. She was one of the few girls whose mouths were as a good a place to fuck as their pussy. She wrapped her mouth around my girth and swirled her tongue around. She did this for a minute and then I pushed her down farther and made her deep throat. She looked even prettier whenever she sucks my cock. I was close to climax, so I pulled her off my cock and gave her a facial. I shot 4 loads, 2 on the cheek, 2 in the mouth. 

"You should go clean yourself off." She smiled and went to the bathroom to wash my cum off of her face. 

Just thinking about her tongue swirling around me and the taste of her pussy got me hard again. So, I walked over to the bathroom and rammed my cock into her tight pussy. She yelled and looked back at me with a smile. I don't go gentle when I fuck her pussy. I pulled her hair back and starting fucking her. 

"Take me to bed please," she said. I did just that and had her on all fours. Her back was arched and I pulled her hair We were about half way to cumming, so I took out my throbbing dick, turned her on her back, lifted her legs, and put it in her asshole.  

"I don't want to go gentle tonight, O.K?"

"Sure. I don't care if it hurts."

With that I forced my way into her black cherry and started to bang her tightest hole. I fucked her on her back so I could see her expressions. I saw the pain in her eyes, but knew she loved it by her smiles and screams of joy. Whenever I'm in the ass I come faster, and she does too. She started to scream my name and yell incoherently. I started to rub her clitoris and she came instantly. I came in a matter of seconds after she did. 

I lay next to her, when she said "My friends have been saying that they want to have sex really bad."

"And?"

"And, I kinda told them that you could fuck them."

"Who are we talking about?"

"Portia, Asha, Rebecca, and Julie." These 4 girls were perfect! I've been thinking about fucking them ever since I've met them.

"Sure, but I want it to be group sex. And they have to be okay with doing lesbian stuff, alright?"

"I'll ask them." And with that we went to bed hoping they'll agree.

To be continued...



Danielle & Jonathan: Bound



Jonathan was mildly surprised to discover that Danielle wasn't a control freak in her everyday life. In his experience, the more submissive a woman was in the bedroom, the more controlling she was everywhere else. He remembered one sub who had alphabetized the entire contents of her bedroom, shoes and beauty products included. That had been scary- particularly if he dared to disturb the ordained order of things. 

Danielle, however, seemed to exist in a state of perpetual disorganization. It was probably a good thing they hadn't made it to the bed at their first encounter, for, as it turned out, there wasn't actually any space on it. In the few weeks since they'd first met, since that first time, the only thing he'd observed her being particular about was her appearance, and that was more than likely because the only time he'd seen her was out on dates. She'd not been embarrassed by their first encounter, but had insisted that nothing of the kind would happen again until she got to know him better, as she put it,

"You could have been an axe murderer!"

So they'd been dating and following the proper order of things, had some vanilla intimate encounters, but little else. Danielle was the most open person he'd ever met, and they'd discussed everything under the sun, from their first encounter, to what might happen in their next one. The only thing they hadn't talked about was what made her fear so when he became even the slightest touch dominant, despite her assertions that it was what she wanted. All he knew was that she'd experienced something (or someone) that had put her off. She refused to talk about it, and he'd let her be, knowing that pushing would make her distrust him. She'd promised that she needed to sort things out in her head, and that she'd tell him when she was ready. 

Now that night had finally arrived- after painfully inching closer and closer to a D/s situation, Danielle had finally ended the game of cat and mouse by unceremoniously presenting him with two black satin bondage ties, grinning, and saying cheekily

"I'm ready." 

Those two words had set his heart (among other things) afire. 

Now, driving to her house for the big event, it took him a while to identify the unusual churning sensation in his heart. Him, the supremely confident charismatic master type, was nervous? He wasn't willing to think too deeply about why, and for the moment couldn't as he was just pulling up the drive way at Danielle's new house, which was, conveniently, less than ten minutes from his.

He parked and glanced up to see her silhouette in the upstairs bedroom window. He paused for a moment, fingering the satin ties in his pocket, hoping to god that she wouldn't back out.

She met him at the door, and once again he was overwhelmed by her. Her looks, her smell, everything about her made him desire her so powerfully he could barely control it. He did, for the moment, because he recognized the look of fear and anxiety in her face. She tried to smile as she kissed him hello, but it was hard for her. He hugged her and gave her bottom a playful squeeze, in an attempt to relax her, and luckily it produced the right effect, as she giggled and grinned at him. She turned and led him to the dining room.

"I thought we'd have dinner first?" She asked, the anxiety breaking in her voice. He smiled reassuringly, the smile that always managed to cheer her.

"Of course, sweetheart." 

He sat down at the table, willing to surrender his control to her when it came to cooking. She was certainly comfortable with her mastery in the kitchen. 

They ate, and made small talk, their conversation seemingly under laid by the beating of her anxious heart. He gradually and ever so subtly began to assert his dominance, until by dessert she was perched in his lap, eating sugar coated strawberries from his fingers. She seemed to be responding well, helped by the fact that she'd taken in some Dutch courage in the form of a glass of Baileys after dinner. They finished the strawberries, and encountered a momentous decision disguised as an un-important one. Jonathan offered his fingers, dripping with sugar and strawberry juice, to Danielle to lick clean. She stared at them for a moment, and then glanced up at his face uncertainly as her inclination towards reserve (already considerably weakened) made a last stand against her inherent submissiveness and her sneaking arousal. All of this took only a second, but for him it seemed an age- the drop of juice suspended from his finger tip seemed frozen, as he watched her staring at his face. He almost heard the decision being made, and as he watched she looked down, and then back up at him, out from under her eyelashes. She blinked coyly, licked her lips, then slowly, stunningly leaned forward and clasped his wrist. She brought his glistening fingers to her mouth, and licked at them delicately, growing more eager as she began to savour the sugary taste. He watched her, his arousal growing, and ran his thumb around her mouth, smearing it with juice. He touched the tip to her lips, and after a brief hesitation they parted, and allowed his thumb entry. She sucked at it gently, flicking her tongue over the pad of his fingertip until it was free from syrup. He then had her perform the same service on the rest of his finger, watching her intently every second. 

When she finished she looked up at him, and he detected the desire to please him in her eyes. He smiled, more pleased than she could know, and nodded.

"Good, pet."

With that he stood up and took her hand, leading her through the living room and upstairs to the bedroom. He stopped at the door and waved for her to go in before him, watching her as she sat down on the bed. He followed her in and studied her for a moment. She seemed shy, but not overly fearful, so he pulled her back to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her tenderly and stroked her cheek, looking searchingly into her eyes. She pulled back and nodded, trying to overcome her nervousness.

"Relax, sweetheart, I won't hurt you." He told her, and she did as bade, surrendering herself into his embrace, giving in to his soft lips and eager hands. He began to undress her, unbuttoning her shirt and kissing her brassiere encased breasts, then sliding his hands agonizingly slowly down her curved back to cup her denim clad bottom. His hands moved around to her front to unbutton her jeans, and he knelt down to push them down, kissing her hips, and thighs and knees as he went. She stepped out of them, her skin afire, and her breath quickening. He admired her bright pink bra and cheeky French knickers before moving to dispose of them, for after all, deliciously naked couldn't be beaten. Once naked she tensed up, so he took her into his arms again, stroking her tenderly.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and she nodded, unwilling to speak. 

He led her back to the bed and bid her lie on it. She lay back and he crouched over her and kissed her, her nudity contrasting sharply with his full attire. He pulled the black satin ties out of his pocket, running them over her body briefly before efficiently blindfolding her with one. 

She tilted her head slightly, adjusting to the sudden loss of vision before lying still. He ran his fingertips up her legs, across her smooth belly and over her breasts teasingly, until he reached her arms which he pushed gently above her head. He bond her wrists to the head of the black wrought iron bed, admiring the picture she made, smiling as a barely perceptible shiver ran over her body at the realization of being bound. 

She licked her lips and he kissed them, toying with her earlobe as he did. He kissed her again then held his lips bare millimeters from hers, teasing her, smiling as she realized his game and leaned up to meet him. He moved further, grinning, until she strained the full length of her bonds, and paused for a moment to admire the eager way her lips quested for his. He satisfied her once, but only for a second, and then left her begging once more, moving down her body to kiss her breasts and toy with her nipples. He ran one fingernail along the underside of her breast, watching as the corresponding nipple hardened, and then sucked it obligingly. He kissed it, flicking lightly with his tongue until she started to squirm. Satisfied with his tease he left her breasts, sitting back for a moment to admire her bound and blindfolded. 

He moved off the bed, leaving her, and began to undress, allowing her anticipation to build by deliberately lingering on each step. She began to tremble and he grinned, deciding that for the moment, she had had enough. He finished undressing quickly and returned to her, rubbing his body against hers. He sat back on his heels, studying her, considering what he might do next. After a moment's pause he ran the back of his fingers across her tummy lightly, knowing she was ticklish there. She wriggled and grinned, trying to squirm away from his hands, which made him decide to be a little less playful. He moved quickly and bit her nipple, gently, for now, but still enough to make her flinch. He treated the rest of her breasts to lighter nips, finally skipping his tongue down to circle her navel. He licked her skin and then concentrated his breath on it, raising goose bumps where he went. She trembled and quaked, chafing her thighs together as his lips moved down her belly. He kissed her hip, and the top of her thigh, watching her begin to writhe and lift her hips towards him. She bit her lip when he spread her legs and kissed the juncture of her thigh, tense with need. He grinned, and stopped.

He waited until her writhing ceased and the furrow of a frown appeared on her brow. When she was completely still and scowling furiously he dived and slid his tongue from the bottom of her cleft to the top in one quick motion. She gasped loudly. He followed the path of his tongue with cool air once more, blowing gently and slowly, licking her inner thigh, and then her pussy lips. He parted them and licked either side of her rosebud clit, testing her wetness with one finger. When he flicked gently at her clit with his tongue he slid his finger into her, arcing it up to massage the spot that he knew made her writhe and whimper. He pressed up gently until she sucked in a harsh breath, her head rolling back on the pillow. He teased her with his tongue while his finger worked, pushing her closer and closer to oblivion. Her pussy clenched tightly around his finger, and her whimpers became moans. 

She panted, feeling her pussy throb, her mind reeling at the increased pleasure she gained from feeling helpless, and half stunned at the shameless way she'd silently pleaded for his mouth and tongue. She felt his fingers working inside her, hitting her G-spot with Swiss quartz precision. Her moans escaped from her like she had no control, the piteous noises seeming to come from someone else. When she felt her climax building she closed her eyes behind the blindfold, surrendering to the inevitable explosion Jonathan her Master would wring from her. Her moans grew higher and louder. She gave one last long moan as her pussy twitched and convulsed around Jonathan's expert fingers, and she came. Pleasure rushed through her whole being, and she felt like she was going to pass out. Jonathan lingered a few moments on her tender quim before sliding inexorably back up her body to kiss her. He pulled back for a moment then leaned to whisper hotly into her ear.

"Lick it clean." He told her, and she felt his chin pressed against her lips. A shudder of incredibly submissive pleasure wracked her body, and she licked at his chin without hesitation. Her tongue scratched roughly over his stubble and she moaned, overwhelmed by a sense of being totally his. She savoured the taste of her juices. He smiled and pulled back; immensely pleased as he watched her cheeks flush with mingled humiliation and arousal. 

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked and laughed as she flushed furiously. He smiled at her reticence but said nothing, content to let her keep her shyness. For the moment.



Danielle & Jonathan: The Beginning



Danielle jumped as she heard a knock at the front door. She wrapped a towel around herself, smiling slightly at the thought of how clichéd the moment when she answered the door would be. Well, it wasn’t her fault that people came over when she’d just woken up! Even if her time of ‘just waking up’ so happened to be three o’ clock in the afternoon, she thought wryly. She ran down the stairs and opened the door, staring through the security screen at the incredible creature outside. Clear green eyes studied her bemusedly. She abruptly remembered her disheveled appearance, and cursed the fact that she hadn’t combed her hair after her shower. She waited expectantly for him to speak. 

“Hi, I’m Jonathan Trewes, from Professionals Real Estate in Bell?” She nodded, her face composed, but her body was screaming for this man to touch her. She smoothed down her towel anxiously. He licked his lips before he continued, and she fancied that she could see a predatory gleam in his eyes. It was all she could do not to launch herself at him then and there. “I believe your mother is a customer of ours?” He asked. She nodded again- yes, her mother had just recently sold her house in Bell for a move to the country. “She mentioned that you were thinking of selling?” Danielle nodded once more- recent events had made her decide that it was time for a move to a new city and a new life. He seemed surprised by the fact that she hadn’t spoken yet, but she wasn’t sure that she could keep the tremor out of her voice if she did. The man paused for a moment and seemed to be collecting himself. “We…I… would like to offer my and the company’s services in making the sale?” He said, raising his eyebrows questioningly. She smiled wryly and cleared her throat. 

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’ve already made arrangements with another company. My mother recommended you, and said that she’d told you about me, but when I didn’t hear anything I made other arrangements. I’m in something of a hurry to move.” She said, by way of explanation. She was surprised she’d managed to get such a coherent sentence out, in the face of her body screaming ‘Me! Fuck me!” to this man. He nodded. 

“Of course. Well, good luck with the sale. Just in case you change your mind, here’s my card.” He said, and she opened the screen door enough to take it from him. “Thanks for your time,” He said, and walked back to his car. 

She turned and walked away, shaken by her body’s overt reaction to him. She trotted back upstairs to her bathroom, laughing at herself, at her state of arousal. She’d never met someone that affected her that way before. She looked at the photo on his card, and her nose wrinkled. Most unflattering. The dark hair which had been charmingly spiked was somewhat without style in his picture, and he was on a funny angle which made him less than attractive. Odd how photos could do so little for such an attractive person. She put the card down on the dresser and pulled her clothes on. She smiled bemusedly at the warm wetness that immediately soaked into her panties, and chuckled slightly. It was surprising to discover that a man could make her weak. Her, the ice queen. She smiled and snorted derisively- it had hardly been her fault that those who had so named her had failed to arouse her. She enjoyed the deliciousness of the shivers that ran over her body- it wasn’t her fault that the reality never matched up to her imagination. Dressed in her favourite denim skirt and a black singlet, she took a moment to admire her petite frame in the mirror. Some days she really liked the way she looked. She laughed at her vanity and turned her attention to drying her thick curtain of blonde hair. 

Jonathan, sitting in his car just down the street from Danielle’s house, was struggling to control his raging lust. He had suspected that Danielle would be attractive after meeting her mother, but he’d had no idea just how much. God, the creature was gorgeous! He’d always liked short, petite girls, and she was certainly that, though endowed with lovely curved hips, from what he had seen through the towel. He’d wanted to rip that damned thing off her and take her then and there. He was slightly startled that she brought out the dominance in him so easily without even trying- she’d just been standing there, for god’s sake! A shudder of intense lust ran over his body, and he shook himself. Come on man, she was just another girl. Admittedly a deliciously gorgeous one, but still, there were plenty of those out there! He steadied himself and started the car up, pulling away before he gave into the urge to stride back into her house and fuck her senseless. 

When Danielle was done with her hair she made her way down to the kitchen, and was sitting down to a cup of soup for lunch when she heard another knock at the door. She frowned- two unexpected visitors in one day? When she opened the door it was him standing there, and her body made a spectacular repeat of its earlier reaction. 

“Uh, hi…” he said, clearly more than a little discomfited, but at the same time seeming quietly confident. Mostly he seemed worried about her reaction, rather than anything to do with himself. “I don’t normally do this, but…” his eyes suddenly began to devour her, and she trembled. “But you, you are…” She opened the screen to him, mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes. She stood before him, and they stared at each other. “Gorgeous.” He finished, and she shuddered deliciously. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by his mouth on hers as he pulled her into his arms. His hands slid up the side of her face to the fragrant mass of her hair, and he ran his fingers through it. “With wet or dry hair,” he said as he pulled back momentarily from the kiss. When he lowered his mouth back to hers and his grip tightened in her hair, she moaned into his mouth and suddenly her knees went out from under her. He felt it, caught her, scooping her up easily in his arms. She protested. 

“No, no, I can stand up…it was just…a momentary loss of control.” She managed to gasp out, and he put her down, as much as he may not have wanted to. His mouth found hers once more, and he cupped his hand on her jaw, the other hand holding her body firmly as he pushed her back into the house. When the door closed behind them his hands found her buttocks and kneaded them through her skirt, while her hands slid through his gelled hair and up and down his back spasmodically. When his tongue plunged into her mouth she was lost, and had to try hard to stop herself from crumbling against him once more. 

“You are…unbelievably gorgeous,” he said, holding her face in both hands. “And amazingly tiny.” She laughed. He turned her around in his arms so she was facing away from him, and he pulled her back against his body. He pushed her hair forward over one shoulder, and kissed her cheek, the curve of her jaw, the junction of her neck, and her shoulder. His mouth found the delicate shell of her ear, and he breathed hotly into it. “That towel…” he said, and smiled against her neck in remembrance. “Those clothes”, he said, and both hands hooked into the front of her skirt, sliding along the denim to undo the button and the zipper. “And…” he pushed the skirt down her legs, and swallowed audibly. “That underwear…” he said, moving to kneel in front of her so he could kiss her mound through the sheer pale fabric. She moaned softly, clutching at his head. He smiled teasingly and toyed with the lace detail. “Sheer.” He swallowed again, and moved his hands up her body to lift her singlet off her shoulders. “And matching.” He gulped a final time and stared at her erect nipples showing through the fabric. 

Good god she was gorgeous. A shudder ran over his body, and he lowered his mouth to her nipple, feeling her tremble as his warmth encompassed her. He sucked, rubbing with his tongue through the fabric, and she gasped, her knees going weak a third time. He grinned. “I think I like these momentary losses of control!” He said. With that third weakening he scooped her up again, ignoring her protests. His mouth found her ear again. “Where is your bedroom?” He whispered. He felt another shudder run through her body, and marveled at her responsiveness. She stared at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and pointed numbly up the stairs. 

Why did this man make her so weak? He strode purposefully toward the stairs, and started to stride up them, two at a time. She was jolted slightly, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck and gave a piteous whimper. At that he was lost, and deposited her none too gently on the uneven carpeted surface of the stairs, and devoured her mouth. She moaned loudly, ignoring the discomfort of the stairs digging into her body as she arched her hips up, offering herself to him. She wanted him, now. She didn’t care if they made it to the bedroom. Her hands found his buttocks frantically, pulling him against her as hard as she could, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He groaned as he felt her pussy press against his confined cock, and realized that he would have to stand up to take his pants off. He did so, all the while staring at her twitching and writhing slightly on the stairs as she gazed up at him, looking deliciously submissive. He discarded his pants and boxers and knelt over her slowly rocking hips, pulling her deliciously feminine panties off and kissing as he did. She arched up lustfully, her legs falling open as far as the stairs would allow. He smiled at her pliancy, and lowered his face to her pussy, his tongue finding her swollen little nub and working it. She moaned throatily and clutched at his head, and he knew that she was trying to pull him back up to her, wanting a little more than his tongue inside her. He grinned predatorily. She moaned again, and he was astonished to hear her speak.

“Please, I need your cock. Fuck me?” She asked, her chest heaving. Her almost-begging jolted him and nearly made him come on the spot. He moved back up her body, unable to resist such a deliciously worded request. He steadied himself with one hand, and with the other he guided his cock into her until he could plunge it in as he liked, making her cry out. She wrapped her legs around him, and he leaned back slightly so he could toy with her clit as he thrust. She threw her head back, her face contorted with pleasure, her hands clenching and unclenching spasmodically beside her. He smiled and pulled out of her, smiling at her moan of disappointment. He grinned at her and gathered up both of her hands, capturing her wrists, and held them with one hand above her head, making her breasts jut out invitingly. He undid the sheer confection that was masquerading as her brassiere quickly, and pushed it out of the way. He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking and biting at her nipple a little roughly. She gasped and tensed slightly, feeling incredibly helpless, and he moved to suck and bite at her other nipple, feeling her arms twitch in his hand. He leaned back ran his thumb over her lips, admiring her for a moment, completely willing and biddable. She mouthed at his thumb with her lips, and he smiled. 

There would be plenty of time for that later. He felt her legs trying to wrap around him again, and saw the way her back was arching uncontrollably. It was clear what she wanted. He lowered his mouth to her mouth and kissed her fiercely, his tongue penetrating her as his cock penetrated her sweet pussy. He spread his feet apart to keep his balance, and moved his hand back down to thumb at her clit as he thrust. She squealed, and her brow furrowed slightly as she felt her orgasm build. He increased the pace of his thumbing and his thrusts, and she began to exclaim a small ‘Oh!’ with every breath, increasing in volume and intensity as her body began to twitch and her orgasm took her. He drove into her, feeling his own cock twitch in response to the spasming pussy around it. He groaned loudly and long, feeling his come spurt into her, feeling her legs tighten about him as she felt it too. She continued to pant, and he thrust until he was spent, and then he fell to one side, his chest heaving. She smiled exhaustedly and he pulled her against him, delighting as she wriggled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled and looked at her.

“I don’t usually do this, you know.” She only giggled, and nuzzled closer against him.



Danielle and Me



My sister and I have been lovers for almost fifteen years now. We are the parents to seven children. We currently have four girls and three boys. We are expecting numbers eight and nine in about two months. The doctor has said that the two Danielle is now carrying are also girls. Danielle is a tall willowy blonde who even at thirty-six years old, still looks awesome and could easily pass for someone ten years younger, despite having borne seven babies. 

It all started when she and I were both home from college for the summer. She was twenty-one at the time and I was nineteen. We had always been close but nothing had ever happened between us, until that Monday in the middle of June, even though I had often fantasized about it.

It was over 100 degrees outside and Danielle walked by my room in a white string bikini. She paused by my door and looked inside. I was lounging on my bed in just a pair of boxer shorts.

"Hey, bro. I'm going for a swim, care to join me?"

"Sure, Danielle. I'll see you out there."

She turned and walked out the back sliding door to our in ground pool. I quickly stripped of my boxers and grabbed my swim trunks from the drawer and slipped them on my body. I had a little bit of a hard on from seeing Danielle walk by in her bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and headed outside to join my sister. She was already in the water when I came outside. So I tossed my towel on the lounge chair next to hers and dove in the pool. I glided up to her and then dove under her and swam between her legs. Her pussy mound was clearly visible through the white fabric. 

As I surfaced she turned around to face me and asked, "Like the view?"

"Of course, I always enjoy looking at beautiful women."

"Thanks," she said.

Both of us went down to the shallow end of the pool and stayed there for the next twenty minutes. She then got what looked like a wicked gleam in her eyes. 

"Hey, Chris. Take a look at these."

With that she lifted up the top of her bikini and flashed me her tits. She kept the top up for only a few seconds but I still got a nice look.

"Danielle," I said, pretending to be shocked, "I'm your brother, you shouldn't be showing me your boobs."

"I know but you got a good look at my pussy earlier so I figured that you wouldn't mind seeing my breasts either."

"You're right I don't mind."

We continued to swim and splash each other for another ten minutes. Then Danielle got out of the pool and lay down on one of the lounge chairs. I joined her about a minute later. We both lay in the sun for about thirty minutes and then Danielle said, "I need to cool off again."

"I'll join you," I replied.

I had noticed that her bikini was held on by only a few knots. So I waited until she was in the deep end of the pool before I struck. I swam by her underwater and grabbed the knot that held on the bottoms with one hand and the knot that held on the bra with the other. I quickly pulled both strings and both pieces came off her body and into my hands. I quickly dashed into the shallow end of the pool and jumped out grabbing both of our towels. I noticed Danielle still trying to tread water in the deep end while covering her tits with the other hand.

"Chris, give me back my bikini,"

"Come and get it," I said with a smirk and went inside. 

I went into my bedroom and removed my trunks. I lay down on my bed and draped both pieces of Danielle's bikini around my semi-hard dick. It was only a minute later when Danielle appeared at my door fully naked and saw where her bikini was.

"Oh, my god, Chris."

I looked over at her naked body and that finished the job my cock grew to its' full length of eight inches.

"Chris, you have a huge dick," said Danielle as she entered my room.

"That's what my girlfriend at college said."

"I never had one as large as yours inside of me," she said as she sat down on the edge of my bed.

She grabbed the pieces of her bikini and tossed them on the floor.

"Chris, I have to fuck you."

"Danielle we can't fuck. We're brother and sister. It's incest."

"I know that it is incest. But I'm very horny and have to feel what it is like to have your huge dick in my pussy."

Before I could do anything she had grabbed my dick with one hand and swung her leg over my waist. She was now straddling my dick. It was right at the opening of her vagina. She slowly lowered herself. Her pussy lips began to expand as they spread around my dick. Inch by inch she lowered herself until she had taken the whole length of my dick into her. She came back up about an inch and then lowered herself again. Her full bush rubbed against the base of my stomach.

"Danielle, you're fucking me."

"I know your dick feels so wonderful inside of me, I can't help it."

I reached up and grabbed her tits and began to fondle them.

"I see you're enjoying it also."

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I had to. 

"Yes, sis. I'm enjoying fucking you as well."

I grabbed my sister around the waist and flipped her over so that she was on her back and I was on top of her. I began to fuck her faster.

"Oh, yeah Chris, fuck me hard."

My balls slapped against her on each stroke into her. Then her pussy clenched around my dick and I lost it. I began to fire stream after stream of sperm into her.

"Are you cumming in me Chris?"

"Yeah, Danielle, I am."

"Why?"

"Your orgasm triggered my own and it was too late to pull out of you by the time I realized that I was cumming."

"Well we may have a problem."

"What kind of problem Danielle?"

"I'm not on the pill."

"What do you mean?"

"I could get pregnant."

"What are we going to do?"

"We could fuck some more."

"What?" I asked.

"I want to find a sex partner for the rest of the summer. I know that I liked having you fuck me. You said that liked fucking me, right?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"You also want to have a sex partner for the summer don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well I know it's wrong for me to feel this way but I also liked you cumming inside of me. You're the only guy who has ever shot his sperm in me without having to wear a condom."

"What are you saying, Danielle?"

"Why don't we just partner up with each other?"

"Sounds good to me. But shouldn't we get some condoms?"

"NO!"

"Why?"

"Do I have to spell it out? You could try to get me pregnant."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Chris. I want you to get me pregnant."

"Okay, sis."

My dick was still inside Danielle's pussy but incredibly it was still mostly hard. I began to fuck her again. We both lasted a lot longer this time before I filled her pussy with a second load of sperm. After we had come down from our orgasms Danielle rolled off of me and headed into the shower. I waited until she was out and then went in and took one of my own. 

When I was done, I dressed myself in a t-shirt and shorts and headed out to the living room. Danielle was in there in a short skirt and blouse. I could see her bra through the blouse. She smiled and me and flipped up her skirt, showing me her thong. 

I reached for her but she said, "No, mom and dad will be home too soon. Come to my room tonight about 11:00."

Both my sister and my rooms were on the opposite side of the house from our parents room, so there would be almost no danger of them hearing us. Especially as they were both heavy sleepers.

After dinner the four of us settled down to watch some TV. Our parents headed off to bed around 10:30, Danielle excused herself fifteen minutes later. I stayed for about another ten minutes and then headed to my room. I quickly changed into just a pair of sweatpants. I went down the hall to my sister's room, and nudged the door open. She was laying on her bed in a sheer nightgown. She smiled at me, and beckoned me over to her. I smiled back and as I entered the room I closed and locked the door behind me. I tossed her bikini to her.

"Here you left this in my room this afternoon."

"Come over here stud."

When I reached the side of her bed Danielle reached out and took a hold of my dick through my sweats.

"So, Chris are you ready to give me some more of your sperm in my pussy?"

"Of course, Danielle."

I stripped off my sweats and exposed my already hard cock to her. She bent her head down to it and kissed it.

"Well get up here on the bed and fuck me."

"Yes, sis."

I climbed on the bed next to her and kissed her on the lips. I then lifted the hem of Danielle's nightgown and pulled it over her head exposing her naked body to me again. My sister saw that my cock was fully erect. She pointed at it and then at her pussy and said, "That goes in here." 

I put the head of my cock at the lips of her pussy and gently pushed. Danielle gasped as I sank into her.

"Yeah, Chris, that's it fuck me."

I began to slap my dick in and out of her pussy. I could hear the springs of her mattress squeak under us. I grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze them. My mouth came down to hers and made contact with hers. She kissed me back.

"Oh, God. That feels so good Chris. Just keep on fucking me."

"I'll fuck you until I fill your pussy with my sperm. And then I'll fuck you some more."

"That sounds perfect. I want your sperm in me. Now and forever."

"Yes, sis. I'll get you pregnant this summer and then keep on getting you pregnant until you don't want any more babies."

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me bro."

Danielle and I fucked for another twenty minutes. She had already had three orgasms, when she hit her fourth, I began to cum. I pushed my dick all of the way into her and filled her open womb with a healthy dose of sperm.

I came to a rest a top of her and then removed my spent cock from her pussy. I lay down next to Danielle on her bed.

"Thank you, Chris that was wonderful."

"No, thank you, Danielle. I didn't tell you this earlier but I have had a fantasy of fucking you for the past two years."

"Ooh, you are a naughty boy, wanting to fuck your sister, and not telling her about it. So you know Chris, I would have fucked you for your eighteenth birthday, but didn't know what you would think if I proposed it. Imagine we could have been fucking for a year and a half by now, if only we had known."

I kissed Danielle one more time and then got out of her bed.

"Where do you think you're going, Chris?"

"To sleep in my own room. What would mom and dad think if they found my bed unslept in, in the morning?"

"Ahh, good point. I'll see you in the morning, bro. I love you."

"I love you too, sis."

I picked up my sweatpants and then unlocked Danielle's door. I left her room and closed the door behind me. I went the short distance down the hall to my room. I got into bed and was soon fast asleep.

I awoke about seven o'clock the next morning. I was sporting my usual morning erection. I made a quick trip across the hall to the bathroom and used it. I started up the shower and when it was hot enough got under the water.

I heard the bathroom door open, so I peaked out from behind the curtain, even though I knew it could only be my sister. Danielle was fully naked. She smiled and asked, "Care for some company?"

I pulled the curtain back and she stepped into the shower with me. 

"I'm not going to fuck you right now Danielle. That can wait until later."

"Good idea. Mom and Dad haven't left for work yet."

We finished our shower by soaping each other up and then rinsing off together. When we stepped out of the shower we each grabbed a towel and dried off in front of one another.

"Get dressed and meet out in the kitchen for breakfast, sis."

"Yes sir," she replied smiling.

Our parents were just walking out the door as I came into the kitchen to fix breakfast for Danielle and me. 

"Have a nice day Chris," mom said.

Five minutes later the two of us were sitting at the kitchen table, while a small tray of bacon cooked. 

When Danielle and I were done with breakfast we sat on the couch in the living room together.

"We need to make some plans of what we are going to do this summer," I said.

"We're going to fuck as often as possible," Danielle replied.

"No, I mean we need to plan out some trips so that the folks won't get too suspicious."

"Okay. How does Disneyland sound?"

"Great I haven't been there in years."

"Let's do that a few weeks from now. We need to make reservations at the hotel and get tickets to the park."

"We could go to the beach for a few days."

"I like that."

"How about Yosemite?"

"Sure."

"Any other ideas, sis?"

"How about you fuck me right here, right now," she said and pulled off her shirt. Her breasts popped right out as she wasn't wearing a bra.

I pulled down my shorts and underwear in one motion. I lifted Danielle's skirt to find she also didn't have on any panties. I maneuvered my hard dick to her pussy and slid it right in without any trouble. I only fucked my sister for about five minutes before I filled her pussy with another dose of baby batter.

Danielle and I rested for a little while and then changed into our swimsuits we went out and swam for about an hour. After we went back in and changed into normal clothes, we decided to go to the mall in the next town over and see a movie and have lunch. As we walked through the mall she grabbed my hand. We passed a Victoria's Secret. My sister smiled at me and led me into the store. A clerk came up and asked if she needed any help. Danielle nodded and the clerk led us over to the teddy's and other sheer bra and panty sets. Danielle smiled again and grabbed a few item in her size and went and tried them on in the dressing rooms. She came out and took the items that she wanted to the checkout stand. After paying for them, we left the store.

"You're going to get a show when we get home bro," she whispered to me.

"Sounds like fun."

We continued to walk the mall for a little while. Finally it was time for lunch so we went to the food court and got ourselves some subs and sodas. After that we went to the movie we had chosen earlier. When it was over we decided to head home. We arrived back around three o'clock so we had just a little over two hours until our parents arrived home. I set my cell phone on mute. Danielle led me to her room and had me sit on her bed. She took her bag from Victoria's Secret to the bathroom. She came back in a few minutes in one of her new teddies, this one was blue and left nothing to the imagination. I could see her tits, bush, and pussy easily through the fabric.

"I like it sis."

"Good."

She left and when she came back she was in a bra, panty, and stocking set complete with garters.

"Oh yum yum," I said.

Danielle blushed a little bit.

"Two more items bro."

When she came back this time she was just wearing a thong. My dick was super hard at this time so I stood up and went over to Danielle, I led her over to the bed and lay her down on it. I peeled her thong off and tossed it to the side of the bed. I then took a swipe of her pussy with my tongue. I licked her a few more times and then removed my shorts. My erect cock sank into her and we began an intense love making session. Five minutes into it Danielle's cell phone rang. I stopped fucking her at once and removed my dick from her pussy. I also got off her bed. Danielle answered on the third ring. I could only hear her side of the conversation.

"Hello."

"Yes, mom."

"No, I don't know where Chris is," she lied and winked at me.

"Okay, I'll have Chris fire up the barbecue when he gets home. Talk to you later."

She ended the call and then set the phone up so that it would go directly to her voice mail.

She spread her legs again and said, "Finish fucking me and then take a shower and go start the grill."

I got back on the bed and shoved my dick back into my sister's pussy. I began to fuck her fast and quickly built to an orgasm and sent a fifth load of sperm deep into her. 

I quickly leaned forward and gave Danielle a long passionate kiss on the lips. Then after rolling off of her I headed into the shower. When I was done I dressed in a loose fitting T-shirt, a pair of shorts and underwear. I also put on a pair of socks and sandals. I grabbed the steaks and barbecue sauce out of the refrigerator plus a few ears of corn. I fired up the grill and while it was warming up, started the job of prepping the steaks.

By the time the grill was hot Danielle had showered and dressed she came downstairs and joined me on the patio. She wrapped her arms around me from the back and said, "I love you Chris."

I turned around and gave her a quick peck on the lips and replied, "I love you too, sis. Now you should get inside and fix the salad and dessert."

She nodded and went inside. I turned and began to place the steaks and corn on the grill.

I watched my sister through the patio door as she prepared both the salad and baked a frozen pie. Mom and dad arrived about five minutes before dinner was ready. After dinner we played a game of hearts that Danielle ended up winning. After the game my parents went into the living room to watch TV. So Danielle and I went downstairs to the room where our pool table was located. Usually our parents didn't come down there, they would just open the door and call to us. 

There was also another table down there, that we could play cards on if we wanted to. Danielle and I often had done that in previous years. There was also a couch and a TV in the room as well. We played two games of pool with us each winning one. For the third game I made Danielle a bet. If I won we would play a game of strip poker, if she won she could name the game we would play next. I won the game easily sinking the eight ball on the break. Danielle smiled and we went over to the card table. We made sure we each had on the same amount of clothes. Danielle had a blouse, bra, skirt, panties, and sandals. I had my shirt, shorts, underwear, socks, and sandals. We made the rule when you took off a piece of clothing it had to be an outer piece and that you had to stand up to remove it.

I dealt the first hand and ended up with two pair to Danielle's pair of Aces. She kicked off her sandals. She also lost the next two hands, causing her to take off her skirt and blouse. I lost the next three hands, removing my sandals, socks, and shirt. Danielle lost the next hand and stood up, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, her magnificent tits came into my view again. She also lost the hand after that and stood up and pulled down her panties. 

She had shaved her bush off when she taken her shower that afternoon. Danielle came up to me, so I licked her bare slit. I pulled off my shorts and underwear exposing my rock hard cock to her. Danielle positioned her pussy right over my dick and sat down on my lap. She slowly moved up and down.

After five minutes of this, the door to the upstairs opened and our mother yelled down, "We're going to bed kids, don't stay up too late."

"We won't," I said.

The door closed and Danielle began to move up and down again. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I lay her down on her back on one of the couches and got on top of her. My dick sank back into her pussy and I began to slowly thrust it back into her. She moaned out loud, and pulled me in even tighter to her body. I quickly reached a peak and filled her with my sperm.

"Oh god, bro, if you keep this up you're definitely going to get me pregnant."

"That's the idea, isn't it, sis."

"Yes."

"Well remember you still have one outfit to show me."

"I know."

"Well bring it to my room tonight along with yourself. I want to give you one more load of sperm for your womb."

"I'll be there."

"Okay, honey. Let's go upstairs."

"See you in your room in about twenty minutes."

We both quickly redressed and the headed back upstairs. I went into the bathroom and quickly pissed. I went back into my room and stripped off my clothes. I lay down on my bed. A few minutes later Danielle knocked gently on my door. 




Danielle and Me



"Enter," I said.

Danielle turned the knob and walked into the room. She was wearing a very sheer pink nightgown. 

I smiled at her as she closed and locked the door behind her. She turned and faced me. Her breasts were nice and full. Her pussy slit was still visible.

"You like?"

"I like very much. But now take it off and join me in bed so that I can fuck you."

She quickly pulled the nightgown over her head and climbed onto the bed with me. I flipped her over and slammed my hard dick into her wet pussy.

I started to pound in and out of her at a very fast pace. She quickly reached an orgasm. I pulled out of her and made her get on her hands and knees. I reentered her from behind and for the next five minutes we fucked in doggy style. This time it was a lot slower. She built up to another orgasm.

We switched positions again and went into cowgirl. After another five minutes of her slowly moving up and down we switched into spooning. Soon she achieved yet another orgasm. This time I knew I was ready to cum so I slapped my dick into her as far as I could and began to cum. Five streams of my sperm shot out of my cock and into her womb. I pulled her back against my stomach and wrapped my hands around her breasts. We lay there for the next thirty minutes. My dick was still inside of my sister's pussy. It slowly began to get hard again.

"You want to go one more time?" I asked.

"Not tonight," Danielle replied, "You've already cum in me four times today."

"Okay, good night. Danielle. I love you."

"I love you too, Chris."

She got out of my bed and then leaned over and kissed me. Picking up her nightgown, she left my room and went back to hers. I was quickly asleep. Danielle and I must have both overslept because when I awoke our parents were already gone to work. I immediately went to Danielle's room. I found the door unlocked so I opened it and entered. I stood by the side of her bed and then leaned down and began to rub her shoulders.

My sister moaned in pleasure a little bit, so I moved my hands a little bit lower. I rubbed my hands over her tits. That did it. Danielle finally woke up.

"MMM, what a nice way to wake up. I take the folks have already left for work."

"I wouldn't be in here otherwise."

"Well why don't we start this day off with a nice fuck?"

"I couldn't have put it better sis."

I then pulled down her comforter and found that she had not put back on her nightgown from the previous night.

I got on top of her and gently thrust my dick into her welcoming pussy.

"That feels so, good Chris. just keep on fucking me."

"Of course, Danielle."

We fucked for a good half an hour before her pussy contracted and gripped my cock and that caused me to shoot my sperm deep into Danielle.

"I love having you cum in me," she said.

"And I love cumming in you."

"What are we going to do today, Chris?"

"Well, Danielle I was planning on us taking a trip to the beach for the weekend, so we need to pack clothes and supplies."

"Sounds good to me," she replied.

"We'll tell the folks that were going camping, but can actually stay in a hotel."

"Why, I love camping and so do you,"

"I know. But, since we'll be spending a few days camping in Yosemite later this summer, I just figured that we'd stay in a hotel this time."

"But I want at least one day of camping on the beach."

"Okay, Okay."

After we had both had our showers and gotten dressed Danielle joined me in the living room. We had breakfast and then got the tent, sleeping bags, cooler and stove ready. Danielle then busied herself writing a list of food and other supplies we would be taking with us on our trip, that we needed to buy at a store. She and I then went to our respective rooms to pack what we would need for the weekend in the way of clothes.

I finished before her so I went to her door and saw her holding two of the new pieces of lingerie, with the other two on the bed.

"What's the problem, sis?"

"I can't decide which ones to take."

"That's easy, all four."

"Pervert," she said smiling. 

And then put all four into her duffle. We each then added our toiletries bags to our packs and brought them out to the living room.

"Let's go shopping," I said.

Danielle grabbed my hand as we walked out to her car. Our shopping trip lasted about two hours and then came home. We unloaded our groceries and our supplies. After putting what we needed to in the refrigerator and deep freeze we took our supplies out to my truck. When it was packed to my satisfaction we went inside and had lunch. When we were finished eating Danielle led me to her room, kissing me along the way. What followed over the next two hours was a very slow and passionate love making session. Finally I pushed all of the way into my sisters pussy and shot another load of sperm deep into her.

As I lay beside her, stroking her hair I said, "Danielle, I don't think we should make love tonight."

"Why not," 

"Well, mainly my cock is about fucked out for now."

"Oh, okay. But you're definitely going to fuck me every night on our trip."

"Of course."

Danielle and I each took a shower, separately. We then dressed and went out to the kitchen to fix dinner.

During dinner we told our parents of then plan to go camping for the next four days on the beach. We told them where we were going and that we would be back on Monday afternoon.

"Okay, you two have fun," our mom said.

Danielle and I watched TV for a little while and then headed to our own rooms to go to sleep. I woke up around 6:00 and then went and woke Danielle up as well.

After the two of us had each taken a shower and gotten dressed we went out to the living room. Our parents had already left for work. We found a note on the kitchen counter with $300 on it. "Use for whatever you need." read the note.

I put the money into my wallet along with the $250 I had taken out of my savings account the previous day. Danielle also had over $200 on her. After breakfast we were on the road. Two hours later we had reached the campground we were going to be in for at least the first night. After finding a space and paying for it we set up camp. We were lucky that since it was Thursday we didn't have any neighbors on either side of us for two spaces. I pitched the tent, While Danielle set up the tarp over the picnic table. We then hitched up the camp stove and propane tank.

Danielle wanted to take a walk along the beach so we did that, holding hands all the way and kissing each other quite regularly. When we got back to camp we finished setting up our sleeping area, I lay a quilt over the floor of the tent. The two of us unzipped our sleeping bags and then zipped them together. After that another quilt to cover the two bags and finally some pillows. My sister smiled at me and then turned and closed the tent. 

She began undressing, "I want you to fuck me right now. Your dick hasn't been inside of my pussy for almost a full day and it misses you."

"Danielle it's the middle of the day, anybody walking by will probably hear us."

"So, I don't care. I just want you to fuck me."

"Okay," I said.

I quickly took off all of my clothes and joined Danielle on the sleeping bags. My erect cock slipped easily into her very wet pussy. We made this a real quick fuck without any other words being said between the two of us. Just holding hands and staring into each others eyes as I pounded my dick in and out of her twat. Soon my dick was expelling a day's worth of sperm into my sister's hopefully fertile womb. I pulled my spent cock out of my sisters pussy and the two us dressed again in silence. We went out and after fixing and eating dinner and then cleaning up the two of us went and sat on the beach for an hour. We went back to the picnic table, where we began a game of cards. We played poker for an hour and then went into the tent. In the tent we switched to our new favorite strip poker. Danielle lost the first hand and peeled off her shirt. I lost the next four and was down to only my underwear. She then proceeded to lose the next three and was also down to just her panties. I leaned over and kissed each of her tits.

"Oh, god Chris that feels so good. You need to kiss my breasts more often."

"I'll do whatever you want, sis."

Danielle lost the final hand and stripped off her panties.

I removed my boxers and Danielle made as if she was going to mount me right away. But I stopped her.

"What I thought we were going to fuck again?"

"I want you to give me a blow job. I want to put my sperm into your mouth and throat this time."

"But I want you to cum inside of my pussy. I want to get pregnant. So I need as much sperm in my womb as possible."

"Danielle, I've already cum inside you nine times in four days. That should be a good start."

"Okay, bro but you're going to have to promise me that every time we fuck from now on during this trip your sperm goes in my pussy."

"Yes, sis."

My sister pursed her lips and brought them to the head of my cock. She stuck her tongue out and lick the tip of it. After a minute of her teasing the head of my dick she moved her mouth down about an inch. Slowly she bobbed her head up and down on my dick, each time taking just a little bit more into her mouth.

"Stop for a minute, Danielle, I want to eat your pussy while you suck my cock."

She swung her legs up and over my head and placed her cunt right on top of 

my mouth. I immediately touched my tongue to her moist pussy lips and began to eat her pussy. Danielle returned to her blow job. Finally I reached a peak and began spurting a load of cum into her mouth and throat. She came at almost the same time and sprayed her nectar into my mouth.

My sister then rolled off of me and turned around so that she could face me.

"That was fun, I forgot how fun it is to give a blow job. You can come in my mouth every so often if you want."

"What about after you get pregnant?"

"More often then."

"What about your chest and face?"

"Yes."

"Will you let me fuck your ass?"

"I've never done that."

"My girlfriend at college wouldn't let me do that to her. Even though I wanted to."

"Well maybe we can try it after you get me pregnant."

We lay there for another half an hour before I began to get hard again. I slipped my dick into Danielle's pussy and slowly began to fuck her. I picked up a lot of speed and was soon filling my sisters pussy with a tenth load of sperm in four days. After I pulled my dick out of her twat I slipped on a pair of sweatpants, sandals, and a shirt. I walked over to the restrooms, and took care of my business.

When I came back to the tent Danielle was already mostly asleep so I stripped off my clothes and got into our joint sleeping bag behind her. My cock nestled into the small of her back. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in tightly to me. I kissed the back of her neck.

"Good night Danielle."

"Night bro."

We both drifted off to sleep some time shortly after that. I was woken up in the morning when I felt movement along my dick. Danielle was already awake and had positioned her pussy on my cock and slid it right into the depths of her pussy. When she saw that I was awake she leaned down and kissed me. It developed into a passionate kiss. During this kiss we both began moving faster. I had Danielle roll over so that I was on top of her. I stroked into her even faster and was very quickly cumming inside of her yet again.

We then dressed and headed over to the showers. Just in case there was anyone else there we each went into the proper bathrooms. I took a nice long hot shower. When I was done I dressed and headed back to our camp site. Danielle was not there when I arrived so I began to fix breakfast for the two of us. She arrived about ten minutes later. After breakfast was done we talked for a little while and decided to stay one more day at the beach. So I went and made the deposit on the site. Then we went for another walk along the beach, this time headed in the opposite direction than the previous day. When we got back to camp we had a small lunch. 

We decided to head into the nearest town and catch a movie. We got back to the campground around five in the afternoon. Danielle fixed us dinner and I did the clean up work. We sat at the table and each read a book for the next few hours. Around ten o'clock we climbed into our tent and quickly stripped off our clothes. Danielle was on top of me in seconds and my dick was in her pussy not too much later. After a quick fuck I deposited a nice amount of sperm into my sisters pussy.

Danielle and I woke up about 7:30 and went to take our showers. When we got to the bathrooms Danielle with a mischievous smile grabbed my hand and led me into the women's side. We quickly found a stall and undressed. After the water had gotten hot enough the two of us stepped under the water. I sucked my sisters breast into my mouth, causing her to moan very loudly.

My already hard dick found its' way to the opening of her vagina and slipped into her with ease. Our bodies began to slap together. Danielle reached a peak and screamed out loud as I filled her with another batch of my cum. 

We got out of the shower Danielle and I dried off and then got dressed. We headed back to our campsite and while my sister began to fix breakfast I started to break camp. I packed all of our personal belongings into our duffles. Then packed our sleeping bags. After folding up all of the blankets.

I began making trips to the truck and packing it. The tent was collapsed next. By the time I had that packed Danielle had breakfast ready. So we sat at the table and quickly ate. When we had finished breakfast I gave the dishes a quick rinse and stowed them in the truck as well. I let Danielle drive us into town. We found this quaint little inn that had a vacancy but they wouldn't let us check in until noon. That was two hours away. We found a little shopping center and strolled around it. When the appropriate amount of time had passed we went back to the hotel and checked into it. 

Over the next two days I fucked Danielle three more times. When we finally got home we took our time in unpacking the truck. We put everything into it's proper place. Danielle and I agreed that we needed to stop fucking each other for a little while. It was very difficult but we managed to keep our hands off of each other.

Three days later we made our reservations for Disneyland. When we left for our trip in another two weeks we still hadn't touched each other in a sexual way. However that changed as soon as we checked into the hotel. After spending about a week in the Los Angeles area we headed home. We had made love at least once a night during this trip.

When we got home we found a message from our folks that they had left that day for an emergency business trip to Hawaii. My sister and I both knew all about our parents company and how to run it. We had been trained in it from the time we had each turned fifteen. 

Danielle and I went into her room and spent all night fucking each other. When we got up the next day Danielle took a pregnancy test and it showed up positive. We were both overjoyed, but that joy would be short lived. The next day we received another call from our parents telling us to go to the business and check on everything. We did this and found nothing wrong. We called them back to let them know that all was fine. 

They decided to take a side trip to Lanai. They would never come back. We saw the news the next day, that a plane had crashed into the ocean near Hawaii, and that there were no survivors. The FBI came and told us that our parents were on that flight. Danielle fell into my arms crying. 

After it was officially declared that our parents were dead, we decided to sell the business and the house. The money we received from those two transactions and our parents life insurance would be enough to keep us satisfied for the next twenty years. We also received a huge settlement from the plane company who had failed to properly maintain the plane our parents were on that day. 

We moved across the country and started a new life together as husband and wife. Eight months later Danielle gave birth to a baby girl. As she promised she has let me keep on impregnating her. This brings us back to the present and after two more months had passed, she did indeed give birth to those two girls. 

Four months after the birth of the last two girls we were in our bedroom one evening when Danielle said, "Chris, I still want more children."

"Whatever you want sis."

"Do you think five more babies will be good enough?"

"I'm willing to impregnate you as often as you'll let me, Danielle. I told you that when we first fucked all those years ago."

"That reminds me of something," she said. 

With that she disappeared for a minute. When she came back she was wearing that white bikini that had started our sexual relationship in the first place. She then smiled and lifted the top flashing her now milk laden breasts at me.

"Wow, Danielle you look as hot as ever."

"I know, Chris. But I just want to make sure that you still love me."

"I always will Danielle, always."



Danielle and Nicole



(Author's note: This is a stand-alone story, but it helps for background to read my previous story: "Danielle.") 

*

Danielle and I were making out on the couch. I had just unbuttoned her blouse and was about to lower my mouth to her braless breasts. She has tits to die for, and I never get tired of looking at them. Just as I got my lips on one of her nipples....the phone rang.

"Shit!"

"Let the machine get it." I sucked it into my mouth, just as the answering machine spewed out this very familiar voice. Danni jumped up and grabbed for the phone. I had drool on my chin.

"Hi, Mom....oh wow!....that's really cool....uh huh....yup....okay, see you then...."

I could only hear one side of the conversation, but it was obvious something was going on.

"What's up?" I asked as she hung up the phone.

"Mom's coming out to spend a week with us. Isn't that cool? She was going to stay in a motel, but I insisted she stay here with us."

GULP. I love Nicole, Danielle's mother, with all my heart, and I always will. But this could be a little awkward. Nic and I were lovers for five years. She sent Danni out to stay with me for the summer. She had recently turned eighteen, was still a virgin, and Nic wanted her first time to be with an experienced lover, namely me.

She never expected us to fall in love, but we did. I'm forty-two, twenty-four years older than she is. Every time I bring this up, Danni reminds me that Michael Douglas is twenty-FIVE years older than Catherine Zeta-Jones. And he's not even a hunk like I am, she says.

"When is she coming?"

"A week from today. Something wrong, Jack? You're frowning."

"Just old memories coming back."

"You really loved each other, didn't you?"

"Yeah, we did, but it was one of those things that just would never have worked out."

"Do you still love her?"

"I'll always love her, but in a different way than it was before. I love her as a friend. I'm IN love with you."

"Well, hey, that's good to know, since you're going to marry me."

Danielle had recently proposed to me, and I said yes. After forty-two years of committed bachelorhood, I was going to take the plunge, to a girl less than half my age. A buddy of mine called me a cradle-robber, but he was just jealous, because he asked her if she had any friends she could fix him up with.

Beneath her teen-age facade lives an old soul. She is wise beyond her years, smarter than I am, talented, and drop dead gorgeous. She's also a tigress in the bedroom, and kinkier than hell. I am besotted.

I poured myself three fingers of Chivas, threw in some ice, and flopped back on the couch. Danni got herself a glass of wine; she hasn't acquired a taste for Scotch yet, and snuggled up against me.

"So, what we're we doing before we were interrupted?"

"You were about to devour my tits. Here, I'll make it easier for you."

She peeled off her blouse, then shook her shoulders to make them jiggle for me. She was definitely in a saucy mood, so I thought I'd match it. I filled my mouth with Scotch, spit it all over the tops of her boobs, then proceeded to lick it off. I followed the flow of liquid as it reached her nipples, lapping it with my tongue.

"Oh, now that's a little bit hinky. If I lie back, you can fill up my navel..........ooo, that tickles."

I was on a mission here. I took a big cube of ice out of my glass and started rubbing it over her breasts. When I got to her nipples, I watched them harden.

"Ooo, are they hard because they're cold, or because I'm hot?" 

I started sucking on them.

"HOT. Definitely."

Danni retaliated. She scooped all the remaining ice out of my glass and stuffed it down the front of my pants. Then she hopped up and ran, laughing, into the bedroom. Shit, that was cold; it shriveled my cock right up.

I chased her down the hall, and when I got there, she was in the bathroom with the door locked. She came out about thirty seconds later, wearing her short plaid schoolgirl skirt and long white knee socks.

"I'm sorry I was bad, Daddy. I guess you have to spank your little girl."

I sat in a chair and she lay across my lap. I lifted the back of her skirt and admired her beautiful round cheeks. I lifted my hand and brought it down. 

"OW, Daddy."

SMACK

"OW, I'm sorry I was bad, Daddy."

SMACK

"OW OW OW"

SMACK

"OW....something hard is pushing on my tummy, Daddy."

SMACK

"OW"

SMACK

"OW.....OOOO."

SMACK

"OOOO....OOOO....I'm getting your pants all wet, Daddy."

SMACK

"OOOH....GOD....OH....AHHHH....ahhh....mmmm."

I lifted her off my lap, dumped her on the bed, and dropped my pants.

"Are you going to put that great big thing in my tiny little pussy, Daddy?"

"Spread your legs for Daddy, Princess."

"Oh, oh, it's soo big, Daddy....UH...UH....it's going in....UH....farther....OH, it's all the way in my pussy."

"Wrap your legs around Daddy's waist, sweetie."

"Are you going to fuck me hard, Daddy?"

"Grrrrrrrowl!" 

"UH....UH...UH....OH....OO...OO...OOOO....AHH....AHH...AHHHHHH....mmmmm."

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl now?

"Yes, Daddy....Daddy?"

"What, Princess?"

"Will you lick all that stuff off my pussy?"

When I was finished, she curled up next to me, and we dozed off. With Danielle, there's never a dull moment. Besides Bad Little Girl, we do Wedding Night, the Hooker, Pirate Rape, and she's working on something involving a cop uniform.

"Did you and Mom do role-playing games, Jack?"

"I never kiss and tell."

"Well Mom does; I'll just ask her. She's the one who told me you give great head. Boy, was she right about that!"

With some trepidation, on my part, we headed down to LAX to meet Nicole's flight. I had no idea what to expect. But I was certain it was going to be an interesting week.

She didn't look any different than she did five years ago. Her hair was a little shorter; as a doctor she doesn't want to mess with it much when she puts on her scrubs hat. She's got Danielle's face, a nice tight little body, great legs, and a nice ass. I have vivid memories of what she looks like naked.

As soon as she cleared the gate, Danni went flying up to her, and they hugged each other for what seemed forever, rocking back and forth. Both of them had tears in their eyes. Paul Simon's "Mother and Child Reunion" flew through my head.

When they finally broke their clinch, Nic spotted me and came walking over. I wasn't exactly sure what to do, so I held out both my hands, thinking to clasp hers.

"You don't get off that easy, Jack, give me a hug." 

We wrapped our arms around each other and held on tight. I remembered every curve and contour of her body as it pressed into mine. She tipped her face up and gave me a quick kiss, one of those "mmmm-waaah" kinds. Danielle was beaming as she watched us. 

We collected Nicole's luggage, threw it in the trunk, and headed for home. I live in the hills above Malibu, up six miles of winding road. Danni uses the road as her personal grand prix course, driving the red Porsche Boxster I gave her for her nineteenth birthday. I bought it, one, because I love her, and, two, so I could get my own Boxster back.

Nic got herself settled into the guest room, and she and Danni joined me in the living room. Both of them wore shorts and a tee shirt. Neither of them was wearing a bra, and I faced four nipples poking out the fabric.

I poured myself three fingers of Chivas, threw in some ice, and made a martini for Nicole, very dry with three olives. Danielle liked screwdrivers, so I put together one of those for her. She snuggled up next to me. We had a couple more drinks. We sat around chitchatting, then Nic surprised us both.

"I have some news to share with you."

"What's that, Mom?"

"I'm getting married."

"Wow, how cool. Me too."

"You too, what?"

"We're getting married, too."

Danni had been wearing her ring turned around on her finger, so only the band showed. She turned it around and showed it to her mother. It was a five-carat square cut sapphire that had belonged to my grandmother.

"I thought you were going to wait a year or two, Jack?"

"She proposed to me, Nic."

"Well, it's obvious you two are hopelessly in love, so I guess congratulations are in order."

"Congrats to you too, Mom. I assume you're marrying John?" Nicole nodded. 

"So, tell me all about John," I asked.

"Well, he's forty-four, he's a pediatrician, he's divorced, he's kind, and he'll make a great father."

"You're going to have a baby?" Nicole asked, incredulously.

"I'm only thirty-eight, my biological clock is still on my side, and he'd like to have kids."

"I assume you love him, Mom?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you love him as much as you loved Jack?"

"It's, uh, different."

"That means no." Nic and I both squirmed, uncomfortably.

"Is he good in bed?" Danielle can be very blunt, and she says what's on her mind.

"He satisfies me." Now it was her turn to be uncomfortable.

"Is he as good as Jack?" I choked when she asked that one.

"He's, uh, different."

"That means no, again. Does he give you head?" 

"Jesus, Danielle!"

"Well, you always said we could talk about anything."

"My sex life is kind of personal."

"We always talk about mine; I tell you everything. So, does he?"

"He's not really, um, into that."

"Do you suck his cock?" I wanted to shrink between the cushions.

"Yes, I do, sometimes."

"He sounds like a chauvinist to me."

"Well, we all make our compromises."

"I don't."

"You will, someday. Probably. Maybe. Oh, shit, maybe not." Nicole was getting a little crocked.

"Wow, you're going to be Jack's mother. How cool is that? How many guys can say they fucked their mother-in-law?" she giggled.

"Hey, I need to get those steaks on the grill," I said, changing the subject and getting the hell out of there as fast as I could.

Danielle was waiting for me when I came into the bedroom that night. She was wearing one of sheer nighties; the black one. She had that "come hither" look in her eyes. She had obviously been playing with her nipples, because they stood straight out through the diaphanous gown. Her hand was between her legs. She knows how to push my buttons. Big time.

I drew her into me and we kissed. Almost immediately she'd stripped off my shorts and had my already hard cock in her hand. Her fingers did the fandango over my swollen knob.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Jack. Poor Mom; she has to settle for some schmuck in Iowa."

"I'm the lucky one, babe."

She took the hand that she had between her legs, waved it under my nose, and slipped her fingers in my mouth.

"Want to taste where that came from, big guy?" she grinned, batting her eyes at me.

"Okay, but can you keep the screaming down to under 110 decibels, your mother is right next door."

"She knows what we're doing."

"Yeah, but we could be a little considerate."

"Well, then, maybe we ought to do it snoop doggy, so I can bury my face in a pillow when you make me cum."

She rolled over, put her butt in the air, and spread her legs wide. I slid my head in between them, and started lapping at her pussy. I love looking at her from this angle. Gravity does great things for a woman's tits, but it also does great things for her junk; those red swollen lips dangle like leaves in a breeze. I nibbled them with my lips, before going to work with my tongue. She started to quiver, and I knew it wasn't going to be long.

"nnnnggghhh....mmmphhhhh....ohhh," she muffled herself into the pillow, flooding my face with her musky sweet nectar.

I climbed up behind her and buried my rod in her hot, wet hole. I love this position, when her soft cheeks slap against my groin. When I get balls deep inside her, she'll start to wiggle her ass, adding a little sideways motion to the fun.

In the morning, Danielle and Nicole went into to town to pick up some groceries. Danni wanted to show off her new red Porsche. I made up a pitcher of mimosas to have with our breakfast. When they came in the door, Nic was shaking, and white as a sheet.

"Jesus Christ, she's a fucking maniac behind the wheel!"

"Chicken! I was only doing 85 through the S curves."

Danni drives like Danica Patrick on a road course in an Indy car. Nic, having been an ER doc, thinks everyone who goes over the speed limit is going to be an accident victim. She drives her own car like a slug through molasses.

After breakfast, and a couple mimosas, Nic's color came back and she looked like herself again. She made me promise that the next time she wanted to go into town that I would drive her.

"So, Mom, since your getting married, why don't we consider your visit to be a week-long bachelorette party. What do you want to do? Go see the Chippendales? Import some male strippers? I finished Jack's cop uniform, he could do a strip-tease for you in that." She gave me one of her shit-eating grins.

"Nothing that exotic, thank you." Then she got this foggy look in her eyes that I remembered so well. "Actually, I wouldn't mind going to that nude beach that you e-mailed the pictures from. That's something we don't have in Iowa."

We trooped out to head for the beach. I dug another vehicle out of my stable--a vintage '67 Volkswagen ragtop that I had lovingly restored. Nicole and I used to tool around in it, back in the day before I got successful, with a couple surfboards strapped to the back.

"Oh, Jack, you still have it," she said wistfully.

Nic hopped in the front seat and opened the glove compartment. Written on the inside of the door was: "Nicole and Jack" inside a heart, drawn with red nail polish.

"That's so sweet," Danielle gushed. She doesn't have a jealous bone in her body.

We hit the beach and, true to form, Danni was naked in seconds. Every time I look at her, my cock starts to twitch. This was NOT the time I wanted to spring a boner.

"God, she's beautiful," Nic said to me. "It always amazes me that I produced something like that." 

Danni turned around and her mother studied her carefully. "When did you start shaving your, uh..."

"Pussy?"

"Okay, so when did you start shaving your pussy?"

"Right before I came out to California. Guys really like it, and back home I didn't have anybody to show it to."

"Oh my God, is that a tattoo?" Danni had a little rose inked on one corner of her labia.

"Are you pissed?"

"It's your body. Actually, it's kind of cute."

"Want to get one? I can take you to the tattoo parlor."

"John would shit a brick."

"It's your body."

"Hmm, yes it is."

I peeled off my clothes and tossed them aside. Nicole, looking just a bit disconcerted, slowly pulled of her top, then, taking a deep breath, stepped out of her shorts. At thirty-eight, her body looked the same as it did when she was in her twenties. She worked out religiously, keeping herself taut and toned. Her breasts, a size smaller than Danielle's, were still pert, with small pink areolas, and not a hint of sag. She had an auburn bush that matched her hair; it was untrimmed.

We hit the water, body surfing for awhile, then walked the beach, picking up shells and small colored stones. Nic collected a bunch of sand dollars to take home with her. Walking behind her, I got a good view of her very familiar goodies every time she bent over. I was willing my penis to stay flaccid. When in trouble this way, I try counting backwards from a million, or reciting Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." By now, she was getting very comfortable with her public nudity.

"God, I feel so free. Why haven't I ever done this before?"

We hit the beach towels to soak up some sun. Danielle and I rubbed sunscreen on each other's backs, quickly, perfunctorily. We usually linger, teasing and playing with other. Danni squirted a bunch on Nicole's back, and as she was lying between us, we both rubbed it on her. 

I followed her lead, letting my hand trace long, lazy strokes over her shoulders and down her back. When we got to her ass, we each took a cheek and massaged the lotion in thoroughly, spending much more time than was necessary to prevent sunburn. Danni seemed to be taking great pleasure in fondling her mother's butt. Nic seemed to be oblivious to who was doing what, she just enjoyed the sensation, murmuring little "mmmmms" of pleasure.

While Nic was face down and oblivious, Danielle made a big production out of slathering sunscreen all over the front of herself, especially her tits. She ran her hands all over them, slowly, sensuously, all the while giving me this coquettish grin.

She oozed the creme over her nipples, pulling and rolling them until they were hard and fully extended. She knew how much I loved to watch her play with herself, and went at it full-tilt boogie. One hand disappeared between her legs. {1,000,000... 999,999... 999,998....} It wasn't working. It would have been in poor taste to vault over her dozing mother and fuck her on the spot, but I sure wanted to. So I rolled over and buried it in the sand until it went away.

By late afternoon, the fog was creeping back in, so we packed it in for the day. It was a slow grind up the hill to my house in the VW beetle. Its little fifty-three horsepower engine strained and chugged, and I had to downshift all the way into second gear to get there. Nicole was perfectly content. Danielle was bored stiff.

Following an afternoon of sun and surf, and several rounds of drinks, everyone was feeling quite mellow.

"Danielle, how do you go about shaving your, um, pussy?" Nicole asked.

"I got this really cool 'Bare It All' shaver from Amazon.com that's made specifically for pubic hair. Why, do you want to shave yours?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"Cool! I'll do it for you." 

She skipped off to the bedroom and came back with the shaver.

"Okay, drop your drawers."

"Right here?"

"Sure, Jack loves to watch a woman's cooter get shaved."

Nicole looked a little non-plussed. I was staring at the ceiling. Danielle had this totally devious grin on her face. Nic chugged another martini.

"Oh, what the fuck," she said, wriggling out of her shorts. The "Bare It All" shaver has a pop-up trimmer on it that looks like a miniature sickle bar attachment that they use on farm tractors. You use that part to take off the long hair, and then you use the foil heads, that looks like a Norelco, on the stubble that's left. 

It's kind of strange--in my generation, an adolescent's main goal in life was to get a "beaver shot", a look at a girl's hairy twat. Nowadays, to hell with the bush, we want to see what's underneath it.

Danni had her mother spread her legs wide apart and prop her knees up to give her access for this tonsorial task. Nicole said she couldn't watch this, so she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She couldn't see me, so I scooted in to get a better view.

Danielle started with the pop-up trimmer, trimming off big tufts of hair. She was saving it in an envelope, in case her mother might want it for a souvenir, or to weave a cock ring for John. Or maybe something else. She shaved the stubble off with the foil heads, opening up the labia in case there was a little hair on the inner part of her lips.

The vibration from the shaver must have had an effect, because we could see that Nicole's pussy was wet inside.

Danni pointed at me, stuck her tongue out and flicked it up and down, then pointed to her mom's cooze. Then we started a silent game of charades. I pointed at myself, flicked my tongue, then pointed between Nic's legs, a questioning look on my face. Danni nodded her head and pointed to her eyes. She wanted me to go down on her, and she wanted to watch. Well, okay. I guess.

I bent down, snicked out my tongue, and ran it between those very familiar lips. Startled, Nicole sat up.

"What the hell?" She saw what I was doing, then laid her head back. "Mmmmmm...."




Danielle and Nicole



"This is your bachelorette fling, Mom, just enjoy it."

"Mmmmmm....oh, that's good. Really good."

I licked through all her folds and lips, running my tongue along both sides of her clit, but not touching it yet. Danielle pulled Nic's tee shirt up around her neck and started massaging her breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth and began to suckle. Nicole was writhing around, making all kinds of pleasure moans, as we continued to lick and suck.

"Trade places with me, Jack."

I watched, in erotic fascination, as Danni's face dipped between her mother's legs. She had her lips wrapped around her clit, and I could hear a lot of slurping going on. Nicole's hips rose up, she fisted her hands in her daughter's hair, pulling her mouth into her cunt, and her whole body vibrated.

"OH GOD....OH JESUS...AAAAAHHH." She climaxed.

"God, Jack, that was so awesome. I put my tongue in the hole I was born out of. Talk about trying to return to the womb....whew!" 

"You know, I always used to get a guilty pleasure when I nursed you. I'd get aroused when you sucked on my breast.

When Danielle and I got into bed that night, we sucked and fucked each other silly. And neither of us cared how much noise we made. 

Nicole's door was open as we passed it in the morning. She was standing, naked, in front of a full-length mirror, checking herself out. It was the first time she'd seen herself sans muff.

"So, Mom, what do you think about your pussy?"

"I like it; it's so smooth. That slit is so inviting, I have trouble keeping my fingers out of it. Oops, good morning, Jack, I didn't see you there."

"I think you need a tattoo. Shit, John will never know it wasn't always there, hiding under the hair," Danni teased.

"What the fuck, why not? It's my body."

"You rock, Mom. Get dressed and I'll take you to the parlor."

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"You let me drive your Porsche."

"Driving that car gives me an orgasm."

Nicole backed the car out of the garage, turned it around, and when she took off down the road, she laid about twenty-five of rubber on the pavement. Several hours later, I was out working in the yard, and I heard a roar of exhaust coming up the road. The Porsche came flying into the driveway and screeched to a halt. Nicole was at the wheel. She had a satisfied grin on her face.

"DAMN! That car is HOT!" she looked at Danielle, "I think there's a wet spot on the driver's seat."

"So, Mom, are you going to show us your tat?"

She slipped her shorts down part-way, and there on the top of her right lip was a tiny Grateful Dead dancing bear. Nicole was a total Deadhead in her youth; she was twenty when Jerry Garcia died. As a matter of fact, she got pregnant with Danielle on a blanket at a Dead concert.

"That's not all I got," she said, dipping into her purse and pulling out a baggie full of dope.

"Where the hell did you get that?" I asked.

"From the tattoo guy. He's got himself a little sideline bidness."

Nic sat down and rolled up a couple of really fat doobies, fired one up, and passed it around. Honoring the occasion, I put the Dead's "American Beauty" CD on the stereo. Their song "Ripple" was our anthem back in the day. 

We moved onto the deck and started dancing, a loose, boogey-down, with all three of us moving independently.

When the band when on to "Truckin' " the women pulled off their shirts and danced topless, a whole lot a shimmying and shaking of boobs, with a bunch of hip bumps thrown in. A tit man to the core, I watched in awe.

I stood back, watching the show, sporting major wood. Danielle crooked a finger at me, motioned for me to join her. She took up a position in front of me, and slowly started grinding her gorgeous ass into my groin. She grinded, I humped, then reached around her and cupped one of her tits in each hand. Before long, the cream started to rise. The loud rock drowned out my orgasmic exclamations, and a big stain started spreading across the front of my shorts. Nicole was leaning back against the deck railing, her hand busy down the front of her pants.

When the music stopped, we moved back inside, and Nicole rolled another joint. We devoured a plate of nachos, then half a chocolate layer cake, and a quart of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream. Had us a heavy case of the munchies. 

"Mom, Jack and I would like you to go to bed with us tonight."

"Do you mean you want to have a threesome?"

"Yeah. It's every man's fantasy to make it with a mother and daughter at the same time."

Actually, it hadn't been one of my fantasies, but it sure was now. Nic looked at me, then looked at Danielle, her eyes got that far-way look and her lips curved into a smile.

"Well, let's see, I've had my pussy shaved, tattooed, and eaten; I might as well get it fucked, too."

"Have you ever made it with another girl before?" Danni asked.

"Once in college, my roommate and I messed around a bit."

"Are you okay with making it with your daughter?"

"God strike me dead, but I'm more than okay with it; I'm totally turned on."

"I'm a little sweaty from the dancing; let's take a shower first."

My shower is plenty big enough for three, with a large marble stall, and spray heads and jets coming from all directions. It was a first for me, watching two girls soap and slather each other, so for awhile, I just stood back and watched.

Hands on breasts. Soaping. Sliding. Touching. Caressing. Nipples hardening under busy fingers. Sounds of sighing. Moaning. Yearning. 

Hands between legs. Lathering. Touching. Lips parting. Fingers probing. Clits swelling. Harder. Faster. Cumming.

When they were finished with each other, they turned to me. Danielle lathered me from the back, Nicole from the front. Hands on my back. On my chest. Soaping. Lathering. Slathering. Lingering on my ass. Between the cheeks. Around my asshole, a finger slipping inside. Down my legs. Up my legs. Hands from the back caressing my balls. Hands from the front stroking my cock, twisting, turning over my bulbous head.

Then they were locked together again, and I slid my giant erection between their slippery bellies, and pumped. And pumped, until my balls emptied, sending rope after rope of my boiling cum between them, coating them both with my semen.

We rinsed, and dried each other with thick fluffy towels. An errant drop of water ran down Danni's breast, and I lowered my mouth to lick it off, then raised it to her mouth for a lingering kiss. Nicole smiled at us, her face showing a mixture of love, lust, and maternal pride. This was a totally unique experience for me. For them. For all of us.

Moving into the bedroom, I watched them kiss. Before, mother and daughter had given each other a perfunctory peck on the lips; hello, good-bye, goodnight. Now they were going at each other with deep-seated, raw passion. Nipping at each other with lips and teeth, tongues entwined. There's something about watching two women kiss that enthralls me.

Nic's mouth moved down to Danielle's round, firm breasts, kissing, tonguing around her nipples until they were standing out straight. She sucked and Danni threw her head back, moaning. Moving her mouth lower, lower down her daughter's body, she reached her pussy. I watched as she spread her open, and began to lick her swollen pink lips.

"Oh God, Mom, that feels soo good."

Nicole reversed her position and, keeping her mouth on Danielle's oozing cunt, straddled her face, offering herself in the classic sixty-nine position. Danni went at it with zeal, and I watched and listened to the sucking, slurping sounds. My cock was a flagpole, with nobody but me to salute it. 

"Ohhh, God, Mom......"

"Jesus, Danielle.....Ohhhh...."

"OOOO......"

"AHHHH...."

Both of them were rocking their hips, driving their cunts into each other's face, lost in lust. The odor, the pheromones in the air, were driving me insane with need. 

They came almost at the same time, flooding each other's face with their sweet, musky juices. Their orgasmic cries blended with each other.

When they had satiated each other, they turned to me. I lay on my back, my turgid penis pointed at the ceiling. Mother was on one side of me, daughter on the other. They took turns kissing me, and I tasted their individual flavors, much to my delight. I casually wondered if Jelly Belly would put out a pussy-flavored jellybean. I'd buy a whole bag of those.

One of each of their tits was pressed into my chest, a study in both contrast and delight. I fondled them both, pinching and rolling their nipples, which only increased their ardor. When they reached my throbbing cock, they each took one side, licking me from the base of my shaft to my swollen crown.

"Is John's dick as big as Jack's?"

"Uh, well....no, it isn't."

I wished Nic all the best with her new man, but I have to admit my male ego was stoked a bit.

Their tongues ran over my balls and under my sac, then they each took a ball in their mouth and sucked gently. Nicole took my cock in her mouth, while Danielle jerked the shaft. Then they alternated, mother's mouth, then her daughter's, tonguing and sucking. I started thrusting up and down, guttural noises coming out of my throat. My balls drew up, and my shaft started to pulse.

"He's about to cum, Mom." 

Nic sucked harder and I exploded in her mouth. Danni kissed her, sucking half of my cum out of her mouth, and they both swallowed it and smiled. 

Danielle and I sandwiched Nicole between us. When I kissed her, memories came flooding back. Her lips, her tongue, her taste, were the same as they were when we were together. The first kiss was soft and tender. From there the passion built, and we were both breathing heavily. She nipped my lower lip with her teeth.

As she lay between us, Danielle and I each cupped one of her breasts, stroking, kneading. Her long nipples were engorged, and we both licked all around them, gently teasing. She moaned as we took the nipples in our mouths and sucked.

We kissed and licked our way down to her mound. Nic raised her knees to give us access. Danni spread her mother's lips apart; I laved one of her swollen minora and she did the other. Our tongues tangled, and we sucked each other as we ate her pussy.

Danielle pulled the hood back, exposing her hard clit. It was throbbing with excitement. I flicked my tongue over her glans, then took her entire clit into my mouth. Her hips bucked as she fucked my face. Milky-white juice spilled out of her vagina, running down the crack in her ass. I felt her excitement rise, and knew she was about to cum.

"Oh God, Jack....Jack....I'm cumming, Jack....OOH...AHH....mmm...mmm....ahh."

"Fuck her, Jack, she's ready."

Danni took my cock in her hand and aimed it straight at her mother's cunt. I pushed it between her pretty pink lips, and rammed it home, bottoming out against her cervix. 

"Fuck me hard, Jack, fast and hard."

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling hard against my ass while she rose to meet my thrusts. She tipped her pelvis, so my cock would graze her g-spot. Danielle's hands were busy, one rubbing her mother's clit, the other fondling my balls. 

"This is so cool, watching my mom getting laid. You're a prince, Jack."

Nicole's moans were getting louder, in rhythm with my thrusts. She was going to cum again, a deep vaginal orgasm.

"Nnnngghhh....nnnghhh....Ohhhh God....mmm....take it out, Jack."

"Take it out? You've had enough?"

"I want to watch you fuck Danielle."

I kissed her deeply, rose up, and rolled over on my back. Danni took my cock in her mouth, sucking off all her mother's sweet cream. She straddled me, aimed me at her inflamed cunt, and dropped immediately, burying me in her hot, slippery hole. 

I love to watch her tits when she's in this position. They dangle so provocatively, gravity displaying them at their absolute best. I watched them sway and bounce as she fucked me, then filled my hands. Teenage tits are so firm, so ripe, so incredibly touchable. While I was pinching and pulling her nipples, her engorged clit ground into my pubis as she rocked herself against me.

"God, I love you, Jack. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Danielle, with all my heart."

Nicole was beaming at us. We knew we had her total approval. We also knew how much this turned her on, because her fingers were stuffed in her pussy and she was frigging herself with abandon.

I could tell Danni was approaching her climax, and I held off to wait for her. She sat down hard and threw her head back; her whole body started shaking. Her vagina started to spasm, squeezing me in her wet velvet vice. I thrust up into her as hard as I could, emptying my seed deep into her womb. She collapsed on top of me, covering my face with kisses.

Nicole kissed us both.

"Thanks for the memories, Jack. This will always be a week to remember."

We dropped Nicole off at the airport, wishing her the best in her new life. She wished us the same, and we could see a wistful look in her eyes.

Danielle and I took a leisurely drive up the coast and stopped at Moonshadows, our favorite oceanside restaurant, for an early dinner. We sat out on the deck, enjoying the warm sun and cool ocean breeze. We toasted Nicole and each other.

Back at home, I poured myself three fingers of Chivas, added some ice, and sat down on the couch. Danni plopped down next to me and snuggled up. She had this sexy little smile on her face, and started batting her eyes at me.

"Are you flirting with me?"

"Uh-huh."

"What's up?"

"I want you to put on this policeman's uniform."

"Okay."



Danielle and Rod



The following is written in multiple first person point of view. The characters speak, not me. It is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway, I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe wiggle in your seat, well, you'll be getting a touch of what I felt while writing this story. And that's exactly why I wrote it. Thank you sincerely, for your precious time.

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Rod: Fuckable, so totally fuckable. She is so hot my dick is dancing in my pants. I want that broad so bad I could cum right now, just standing here. Damn she is hot! Look at those tits! They gotta be "D's" or maybe double, but so firm! They stand right out there, begging for me.

Danielle: I can feel my heart bumping and that's trouble. What a gorgeous guy. He's kind, considerate, gracious and just plain hot! What else could I ask for? I like him, a lot. I don't think at this point there's anything I wouldn't do for him. This is so dangerous...

Rod: "Dinner was nice. Thank you, for coming." That was lame. I don't care. I can't take my eyes off her. Her hair is so long, and wavy, and full of motion as if blowing in the breeze. It's cold out here on these steps. Damn, I wish she'd ask me in.

Danielle: "Thank you!" I don't dare ask him in, do I? I might attack the poor guy. I don't trust myself. I can see myself telling him to sit on the couch while I freshen up and then disappear to change into a "fuck me" outfit and come back begging. What am I going to do?

Rod: "It's a bit chilly. Here, take my coat." That was brilliant! Give her my coat so she knows I don't want to leave. I want this to last as long as it can.

Danielle: Oh my God. He's too good to be true. "Thank you, but, why don't we go inside where it's warmer?" Damn! I did it now. Oh no, how am I going to stop this?

Rod: "Sure." Count the lucky stars, look up and count the lucky stars. Hold the door for her asshole. That's it, oh man, look at that lovely ass. Those cheeks are bulging just for me. Ugh!

Danielle: "Why don't you sit here for a moment while I freshen up?" Ieee Yieee Yieee. I am sooo predictable! Now what am I going to do? Where is that light weave spandex tube top? No need for a bra in that. Good, the nipples are showing, oh, I hope not too much. Wow, if he doesn't go for my tits shaped like that, so perfectly formed in this skin hugging material, he's brain dead, or dick dead, hehe. Now the thong, there, and the "fuck me" leather skirt. Hmm... just a touch of lip gloss... and a pencil..., brush the hair but not too much... and one final shake... he's not gonna be able to resist this. Danielle! What the hell is the matter with you? Are you nuts? There he is, oh my God. He's hot! "Nuts? I have some wine too, red?"

Rod: She is the hottest woman I've ever been this close to! Period! She's hot looking, and hot acting. Look at those breasts so succulently encased in that top, her nipples poking right through. She's gorgeous. I could jump her here and now and live with the prison sentence -- she's worth life. Just look at the heft of those tits! I love the way they bounce in that stretchy stuff when she walks. I would give anything to cup those and hold them in my hands right now. She is too much! "Nuts? Sure, and red is fine." So fucking fine it's incredible. Look at her hips sway -- they're calling you Rod, their looking for the Rodster, bobbing and weaving through the forest, searching for their master. I'm gonna have a heart attack.

Danielle: Is he still looking? He hasn't sat down. Oh no! I hope he isn't leaving! He couldn't be. He just asked for red wine, and nuts. I hope I get a couple of his nuts tonight. Danielle! "Here we go. I'll just put these down and..."

Rod: "A toast?" That ass she's bending over is crying out for me.

Danielle: "Of course. To..." What is the matter with me?

Rod: "Us." Duh, can we do a little better? "To a great night -- that's not over yet?" Too forward?

Danielle: "That's not over yet." I'm out of my mind. Hmmm. What's he doing?

Rod: "Daneille?" Let me get my arms around you baby and we are home free. The moment of truth.

Danielle: "Oh yes!" He's wrapping me up! Hold me you gorgeous hunk. Pull me in and don't let go.

Rod: She's buying it! She's so warm. No bra, I'm sure now. Her back is so smooth with this top. I feel her pushing her mound up against me. This is too good to be true. Her legs just spread to wrap around one of mine, just a little, probably testing the waters. I must kiss her more passionately.

Danielle: Mmmm, that's it. Send that tongue in here and let me work it over. How's that for a nibble, Mister? Now let me plunge right back. Oh, yes, he tastes delicious. No cigarette breath. Listen to me! I quit three months ago and now I hate the taste. The wine is helping. Oh! His leg is responding. Mmmm.. that feels so good on my mound. His thigh is pushing against me, just a little lower, just a little harder.

Rod: She's sucking me in! I love it. Let's try something. My thigh is getting warmer. Let me push just a little more. Yes. She is squeezing back. She wants it man, so bad, almost as bad as I do! This is gonna be some night. Whoa, wait a minute. If she's that hot, let's slow this down, make it last. I mean, passion fucks are great, but we're talking all time classic here. Let me just try my hands a little lower, slowly.

Danielle: "Ohh, that's nice." His hands on my ass, they feel so good. Knead me, you horny hunk. Make me squirm. Damn. He's taking his time, but then again, the way he is massaging, not too hard and not too light, just right. Let me wiggle back a little encouragement.

Rod: She likes that. Let me grab just little harder, let her know who's in charge. 

Danielle: That feels so good. He really does know what he's doing.

Rod: Now thigh pressure. She's pushing back, her mound hot on my leg. Her hair is exotic, like a forest of scent all over my face. "You smell so nice, Danielle."

Danielle: Oh my God. I'm gonna cum if his thigh rubs any harder on my clitoris. He's doing this perfectly. What will he think when I cum? I hope he's not offended like some guys -- creeps with no idea what it's like to be a real woman. And will he be able to keep up? Oh, I need him to be right for me.

Rod: She's shaking! My God! Is she going to cum already? What do I do? Stop? Move more to make her cum? Oh what the hell. Let 'er rip. There, the knee and thigh moving up and down and I can feel her skirt pushed up, her wetness, ohhhh, man, that's hot. She's so wet my pants are wet! I feel her heat on my skin! This is too good to be true.

Danielle: I'm gonna cum. He's too good, or it's been too long. I don't care. I hope he's ready. 

Rod: She's shaking like an earth quake! Wow! She's holding me so tight I could do a cartwheel and she'd still be there with me, clinging for her life. And the quaking... What's that? Oh! She's gushing! Holy shit! She's running like a faucet all over my leg! Yes! Do it baby! "Do it! Yes! Cum on me baby! Let it go for me Danielle. It's okay. It's... so wonderful."

Danielle: So wonderful? Can he be for real? He likes my flooding? "Oh yes! Oh my! Oh yes! Rod you are too much! I want you, so bad! Yes, make me cum, Rod! Yes, yes, yes..." Okay, that's enough already. Stop, Danielle. You're spent. What is it with this guy? How does he do so much to me? Who cares? That was the best orgasm I've had in years and we aren't even in bed yet. Bring it on, Mr. Rod Man, bring it on!

Rod: "You are unbelievable, Danielle. Are you okay?" She was still trembling, but snuggling into me like a cub to its mama. She feels good, too. I just hope that's not all.

Danielle: I have to look into his eyes. Warm, soft yet firm, protective, understanding, sensitive. Pinch me. "Yes, Rod. I'm okay. I think I'm more okay than ever." I have to look. How bad did I wet him? Oh no! He's soaked all down the front of his leg, all the way to his ankle. He's gonna leave, I just know it. Oh oh, he's looking too. A smile? I'm gonna feint.

Rod: Her face is fearful for some reason. "Danielle, it's okay." That didn't do much. "Hell, okay isn't the right word. It's glorious. Really, knowing I had something to do with turning you on that much is the hottest feeling I could ever have." She's beginning to smile. "Your body is as passionate as your mind." Wow! Where did that come from?

Danielle: I am in heaven! I can't speak. I can only hold him tighter. I'm never gonna let him go.

Rod: "I'm not just saying that," Now where was I going? "I feel like I just landed on some cloud someplace. You're beautiful, inside and out. Trust me, I mean it." I can't believe how lucky I am. She's actually worried I might be offended by a really wet cum? She's crazy! Pour it on, baby.

Danielle: I love his chest, so hard, and yet comforting. I love his motion against me. I love his restraint. Hell, by now just about every other guy I have been with has taken my easiness to please as a signal to cum anytime, anyway they want, and then vanish. It's so frustrating. But Rod was different in this too. I love this man!

Rod: "I want to hold on to you and never let you go." Time for a bold move. Scoot down and get a good hold on her ass, that's got it, and scoop her up, legs on my hips. Ahhh, that's nice. She's light, a perfect fit. I feel her slopping pussy on my belly already. She's so wet it's incredible. And that is so hot I don't ever want her to leave. What would it be like to take her home like this? Then to work? Sheesh!

Danielle: He's unreal. This is so good, soooooooo good. I can lock him up with my legs and suck his tongue right out of his mouth. I'm looking down on him, just enough to take charge and ravish his lips, his eyes, his hair, he's edible. More! Oh, we're walking?

Rod: She's gonna suck me right in, head and all. I love it so! Where's that bedroom? It's gotta be this way. Ah, yes, a king. Oh nice, brass rails headboard, and footboard too. This is just too good to be true.

Danielle: I'd give anything to read his mind right now. What does he think of my room? My bed? The wood floors? What am I thinking? If he's thinking about my room, and not me, his mind is in the wrong place, girl. Take me to bed and fuck my brains out Mister Rod Man!

Rod: I don't want to let her go, but I have to put her down to move on. There, sitting on the side of the bed. An idea. Let her watch me get undressed first. What the hell, everything else is perfect, maybe this will appeal to her too. First the shirt, one button at a time.

Danielle: Oh, my God! He's torturing me. So considerate. What am I saying? So hot! He knows it too. He's setting me up. I love it. Set me any way you want, the Rodster. Oh, look at that chest, that taught abdomen. I can see his jockeys, that's what it says on the band, riding his hips above his pants. I'm gonna cum again just sitting here. 

Rod: She's liking this. I am so horny, watching her openly stare at my body. And judging from the look of it, she's enjoying what she sees. Let's drop the pants.

Danielle: "Mmmm..." I can't believe I just did that, moan out loud. What does he thing now? He makes me feel so free. His pants and socks came off in one fluid motion. He's like a pro. But he's mine, at least for tonight. I can't believe my luck. I've cum once already and the same man is still trying to please me! Oh my God. Look at that bulge. 

Rod: That's it, Rod Man, hold it, hold it, let her stare. You are getting really bold, man. Let's not stop here. Off the shorts, there. Let the damn thing just stand out there as proud and stiff as it can be. No holds barred. Let her see and decide.

Danielle: "If you don't bring that over here and let me suck it, I'm gonna pass out" Danielle! So bold! This is so unlike you, and so damn fun!

Rod: That's all I needed to hear. There you go baby, oh yes. Take it slow, long slow strokes, oh that's so good. Oh! I hope I didn't scare her off, jolting too much. That finger snaking down my crack is one helluva shocker! I never would have believed such a bold move from such a nice girl, despite her looks. But I sure love it. Oh, yes, linger there, tease my ass, push, back off, push harder, back off. My God, I'm actually humping her finger, while she's sucking the daylights out of my cock.

Danielle: I thought so - he's as sensitive there as I am. He's one hot hunk of male meat, Danielle, and you better not leave one stone, or nut unturned. Hehe. Now let's see how long he can last. That's it, second finger, in to the hand, slow pumping, cock sucking to the back of my throat and... Hey, this would be a good time to try that deep throat bit. I've always wanted to try, but never thought I could take the criticism if I failed. Rod is probably the only guy in the world I feel comfortable enough with. He would never criticize me. I have to try.

Rod: "Augh! That's so good, Danielle!" She's deep throating me, or trying to. I feel the head pushing hard into her throat again now. She's gagging, getting it down more, then out. The pressure on the head of my dick when she does that is incredible, so hot and kind of raspy, yet so dirty it's just unbelievable. More, baby, more. "That's sooo good Danielle, but only if you like it too." Might as well tell her the truth -- I wouldn't enjoy it at all if she didn't enjoy doing it.

Danielle: I just can't believe how nice he is! No guy every showed more than the slightest concern for my side of sex. Rod can't show me enough! Gaggh, ugh, choke, free again. Damn! I'm really doing it -- getting it into my throat, getting it an inch or two down my throat, and it isn't bad at all. It's like the kind of pain that I get in my ass when a guy first enters, it hurts, then goes away after a minute and actually feels good thereafter. I love this guy! His cock must be seven inches. I hope its right for me in my pussy. It sure is hot taking it into my mouth now.... Gaggh, ugh, no choke! Look! I have it all the way to the hilt! It's all he can give! I can hold my breath a little longer. Maybe I can move on him a little, there, back and forth an inch or so, so the heat stays back there. So fucking hot! He's boiling! He's gonna cum! I feel him tensing, then releasing. His balls, sometimes I can feel a guy getting ready by fondling his balls. I have to try.

Rod: "Oh God, Danielle! You are a goddess! You are so good! I can't believe you are taking my cock so deep in your throat. No one, no one, has ever done that for me before! Oh! Baby, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up..." I have to try to hump her more, but not hurt her. She's driving me nuts. That feels so different, so hard on the head of my dick. It's as if she had one of those electric cow milkers on my dick, pulling relentlessly, there being nothing I could do about it except for maybe joining in. I have to try to pump more.

Danielle: "He is! He is! He's cuming! Feel those balls tense up. Oh God, to think I am doing that to him. He's just so damn hot, so horny, and he's all mine, at least for now. That's it baby, let it cum to me. Wow, I have to decide whether to let it just rush down my throat, or pull back and suck him dry. Surely I want to swallow every drop of this magnificent guy, but I've never... Oh, oh, there is cums!

Rod: "Yeah! Oh Yeah! That's it, Danielle. You are a goddess! I worship you! Take me baby, right down your throat! That is just unbelievable." She's truly heavenly. She's magnificent. She's all mine, at least for now. Wow that's just unreal! Feel it all going right out the end of my cock and down her gullet. What did I do to deserve this?

Danielle: I have to taste some of him. I just have to. I'll pull back and let the last of it into my mouth. I need air anyway. I can't believe I actually took a man's cum directly into my throat and down. That is so horny, so naughty. Who can I tell about this! Sherry? Yeah, she would understand. But no one else. Oh Rod, please have more to give.

Rod: Damn, she's taking the last of me in her mouth now. I sure hope she likes the taste. I remember more than one blow job that ended badly, the chick not liking the idea after all. Pray, please like it...

Danielle: I have to stop, or I'll cum just thinking about all this. "You taste so good, Rod. I mean it, sooo good. I, I can hardly believe what we just did."

Rod: "You and me both. You are wonderful, Danielle." She's amazing. This had to be her first time, at least down her throat. I was that privileged. Unreal. Simply amazing. How did I get so lucky? "Oh Danielle, that was all you, baby, and all of you is just what I want. Come up here again." I have to get her to my hips again. Feel her against me. Our naked bodies seem to fit so well together. It's as if this whole affair was meant to be, our destiny finally fulfilled. Oh, feel that, her tits on my chest, her mound pressed up against my upright cock, her legs wrapped around me in a death grip like she was never going to let me go. This was one prison I could spend a lifetime in.

Danielle: He's too much, just too damn much. After I jus took his entire load of sperm in my mouth, he's hoisted me up and is kissing my dirty lips. I love him so. This is too hot not to tell Sherry. She'll never believe me. Ohhh, I just want him inside me right now. He feels so good up against my crack. Oh my, fuck me Rod, fuck me until I die.

Rod: I can't believe I have to have her right a way, even after the best blow job of my life. My cock didn't shrivel an inch after cuming. That's new ground for me. I can usually go again, but not just keep right on going! Energizer Bunny, stand aside -- Rod is cuming! 

Danielle: Oh yes, he's setting me on the bed. I wonder, what does he have in mind? Straight sex now, or something different? I'm ready for anything. Surprise me, Rod.

Rod: It's as if she's reading my mind. Her deep green eyes are looking up and into my brain. I know she is having the time of her life, just like me. I can feel it. I have to try something. There, in the closet, her robe, and yes, another. The belts. I'll leave her a moment, oh, a moan of displeasure. I hope I can change that. There, two excellent ties. First, straddle her. Love the bed. The feather bed feel is so hot. And now, the moment of truth. Will she resist? Her right wrist. I have it, attach the robe sash with a clove hitch, with a loop in the last hitch so I can pull the rip cord if she panics. She's letting me! Oh yes. Now what, tie her to the brass rails at the head of the bed, or fix the other sash to her left wrist. Awe hell, if she were going to stop me, it would have been before now. There, one hand fixed to the bed. Three more points to spread eagle her and make her totally defenseless. Will she let me? 

Danielle: This is just too much. I have always wanted to be tied up by a strange man and taken advantage of. In my own bed is even better, taking some of the unavoidable fear out of it. And even though I have already swallowed Rod's seed, he's still new enough to give me that feeling I wanted. My hands, both tied to the bed I bought for this very reason. I would never admit it to anyone else, not even Sherry, but it's the truth, and till now, a dream unfulfilled. Now what? He's off the bed. I'm tied to the rails, but, wait, my feet? He's going to secure my feet too? Do I trust him? Look, the knot on my wrist has a looped end. I can see it can be pulled easily, freeing my hand. Hell, I could probably pull it myself by reaching my fingers to it. No, no fear, Danielle, only pleasure. Then again, what if pleasure to him is pain to me? What if, naw. It can't be. He's gentle, considerate. He'd never hurt me, or do anything against my will. Maybe he needs some time to let his penis rest. No, I don't think that is the case, look at that thing! I sure hope I can take all that without hurting...




Danielle and Rod



Rod: Where is...? Is she going to be pissed at me going through her drawers? Wait! 

Danielle: Oh my God! He's going through my dresser drawers! What did I leave in there? Is there anything dirty? Oh no! What if I left...

Rod: There's a couple belts over there. They're leather, soft enough to do the job, I think. Now the kitchen closet.

Danielle: Where the hell is he going now? He's not going to leave me here, is he? That's the kitchen closet door. What the hell does he need in there? Oh, oh.

Rod: She see's the broom handle and already knows. Time to blind fold. I have to go into her dresser again. Let's see. This ought to do.

Danielle: Now what? Why is he... he'll find... is nothing private with this man? Oh no, he's in my lingerie drawer! He's looking at the stuff I wear! And my split crotch panties are in there, and my nipple holed bra. What if he see's those? What will he think of me?

Rod: I couldn't help myself. I pulled the tit holed bra, or whatever ya call it, a bra with holes big enough for her areole to shine right through, pointing nipples and all. The crotchless panties looked never worn. I wonder. I bet these are fantasies, never used. Probably tried on in private, and never with someone watching. Well, if I'm right, that's about to change. There, some stockings. A handful ought to do it.

Danielle: What the hell is he doing? Oh my God! He's got both of them! And a bunch of my stocking! He's, what, blindfolding me? With one of my own stockings? Oh this is too much. He must be reading my mind. He knows everything I want, and more. It's just too much. It's a good thing I am in good health, or I'd be having a heart attack already. My feet, lifting. The crotchless panties, it must be. He's putting them on me! This gorgeous man is dressing me in my own sexy underwear! This is beyond fantasy -- it's a dream coming true.

Rod: God, she is hot with those on! 

Danielle: Oh wow! I am so exposed, totally at his mercy. He could do whatever he wants with me, and yet my labia are so swollen they are holding the sides of my crotch-less panties apart for him, as if they obeyed him, and not me.

Rod: I have to touch, just touch, those swollen lips. Ohhhh... they are wet, warm and wanton. I can't wait to get between them.

Danielle: More! More! "Ohhh... fuck me Rod. I can't wait much longer." He's got to make me wait! Don't you dare fuck me yet! "Please!"

Rod: I can't help but smile. It doesn't matter. She can't see me through her stocking blindfold. Make her pant, hotter than hell. Now the bra. One arm at a time, loosen and reattach to the bed. There, now scoot her up enough to clasp at the back, there. Now let's take a look. At the foot of the bed, I'd say this was a rape in progress, except that she wasn't struggling. Time to add some struggling. Touch those pussy lips and run my finger up and down, like so, yup.

Danielle: Oh! I can't believe this! Pulling on my wrists doesn't hurt at all, but lets me feel so trapped. I can't escape. I am his, to do with whatever he wants. What is he doing down there? Pulling, no, sliding his finger up and down my slit? Oh yes. That's just oh, so hot. But... hell, why worry? He already knows I'm gonna soak his every move. What a relief he's okay with that.

Rod: "You are the wettest woman I have ever known." Oh shit, did I blow it? I can't help it, she's just so fucking hot! "I love it. It's like you're talking to me, telling me about every move I make. Keep right on talking, Danielle."

Danielle: Phew! He had me there for a moment. I can't believe how perfect he is. He's taking initiative, caring for me with every move, and loving what many partners in the past have been disgusted with. I want to spend a life time with this guy. My orgasm was sooo strong, a real smasher, the kind that comes on fast, blows my mind and then leaves me only momentarily exhausted, wanting another to follow it up, slow and intense, my wave style that washes over me and lifts me to heights I can't imagine and then lets me down easy. That's when I just want to be held, to feel a warm body next to mine, holding me softly, wrapping around me. And so far, he's the first that's so far down the track and still right on. This is just all too much. I'm lying here in my own bed, tied to the brass rails like I'd always dreamed, and being dressed in my most secret lingerie by a guy I'd never met before this morning. I am either the dumbest broad to wake up, or the luckiest woman in the world. Oh! 

Rod: There it is, that little cock of hers. Oh wow, it's bigger than any I've seen before. I can actually flick it, like I could my own. It must be a full inch long, and judging from her gasp, very sensitive too. I'm going to have some fun with that!

Danielle: Oh! He did it again! My clitoris loves that, and can't stand it at the same time. It's been my definition of the threshold between pain and utter ecstasy forever. My girlfriends have always said that about their assholes, but not me, my clit is the number, and he is somehow snapping at it driving me nuts.

Rod: She is really affected by that. Good thing to know, and to use at just the right time, I am sure. Now the legs. The extra pillows, women always have too many of them around. Well this time it serves me well. One under each knee, on top of the broom handle laying across the bed. Now the leather belts to secure the knees to the handle, with the pillow cushioning in between. No pain, but totally secure. One knee done, now to spread them for the other.

Danielle: Now what? He's on the bed. "Oh please, Rod, take me, take me now." You better not, not yet. Release me. Let me roar with your heat inside me. Please. What?

Rod: My knees can push hers out easily. Let's see, about thirty inches or so, enough to give me free reign, and yet not so much as to become uncomfortable for her anytime soon. I intend this to last.

Danielle: Oh my. He must have used the broom handle to spread my knees, but, it's so soft? Pillows? He's actually thought about my comfort? He is just too much. I want to clone him. I want ten of him, all over me. I'm yours Rod.

Rod: "You're okay?" I love the way she looks right now. Those massive breasts are at rest on her chest, the bra holding them in and yet telling me they're mine, the nipples standing as erect as her clit. Her pussy lips are swollen to thumb sized thickness, holding the seams of her crotch-less panties apart for me, all just waiting for my cock. She's helpless, perhaps able to raise and lower her knees and legs, but unable to do anything else with them, including protect her delicious crotch from my attack. I want to fuck this woman silly, have her flood all over me, and then fuck her again, and again.

Danielle: "Oh God yes, Rod! Take me, please! I want you inside me. I need you inside me! My body is starving for you, please! Fuck me Rod!"

Rod: "All in good time, Danielle. But first I want to see and feel you cum on my face." Oh, man. I hope that wasn't to brazen for her. I could be pushing this a bit much. How the hell do I know what she wants, or what her limits are. Please...

Danielle: Oh God! Give me this man! I want him on my wall! In my bed! A prisoner I can take anytime I want! I'll never leave this room again. "Take me anyway you want, soon!"

Rod: Time to get between those legs. I'll lift them up by the bar and scoot under, there. "Oh, you smell like you're on fire, baby. But I want to see you burn." No limits yet. Yes!

Danielle: "Rod, you are driving me insane." I can't scare him. I love what he's doing. I love the anticipation, the surprise. He's hitting every possible button. "Please, don't stop."

Rod: Aha. Good. There, kneeling at her crotch, her legs and the bar behind me. She's mine now. First her tits. Pinch a nipple at the first touch, shock her. Find the limit, and back off a notch. 

Danielle: "Oh!" He's driving me crazy! I may not survive this. Right on the edge, it hurts, but is not painful. And he let it go quickly. He knows. He knows my body already, but how? How is he able to read me so well so soon? What else is he going to do?

Rod: Whoa! That was nice. I hit that nipple just right with my pinch. Let's try a little flicking.

Danielle: "Oh! Ah, that hurts!" I can't believe I'm pushing my chest up for more. It's so hot, what he's doing to my sensitive nipples. And the feeling of the bra on the rest of my breast is just so exotic, so intense. It's just incredible. "More, Rod, don't stop."

Rod: I may cum just kneeling here looking at her. She's fucking unbelievable. She can't get enough and I can't wait to give her more. I want to reach down and pull her onto my cock and tie her to me to ride there forever. I just want to swallow her up, keep her for my own for ever. I want this woman so bad.

Danielle: His hands on my tits are so good. He flicks my nipples then massages my entire breast. What a feeling, like night and day, or shock and comfort, unbelievable. How long can I take this?

Rod: Time to satisfy my thirst. Dropping down, scooting my knees back, then laying flat on my stomach, I can rest my head dead in her crotch. I can feel her legs follow me down, bringing the handle down on my back, kind of sexy really, especially when it moves with reactions I am creating in her. And now a dive.

Danielle: "Ohhhh... Yes, Rod. Oh do that to me. Take me Rod. Stick your tongue in me. I'm gonna cum in no time, baby, you better be careful." I can't let him take my flood directly into his face. No one has ever done that before with me. Every lover I have had, once they knew of my problem, made sure they were no where near my pussy when I came. I just can't do that to someone.

Rod: "Mmmmm..." She tastes so good I could start eating her for real. Her scent musky and sweet at the same time, is drawing me to her like a magnet, and every little spurt of fluid is daring me to beg for more. I have never met anyone like this before, and don't care if I do again, as long as she is around. Now a nibble on that one inch clit.

Danielle: "Ow!" But it didn't hurt, damnit, just surprised me. "More!" 

Rod: Phew! Thought I'd hurt her for sure that time. Didn't mean to bite it so hard. Damn, I am barely in control of myself, let alone her. And my cock is rubbing on her sheets and getting hot as hell. I have to be careful here, or I'll cum just from pleasing her. Try a softer nibble, with a finger into her cunt.

Danielle: Oh God! It just keeps getting better! It can't! It's so good already. He's going to drive me insane, truly. He must have a finger in my pussy and he toned back the nibble pressure on my clitoris to perfection. Each time he does it, I buck. I sure hope I don't hurt his head.

Rod: "That's it baby. Buck and bounce all you want. It's just us and anything goes." I hope that wasn't too much.

Danielle: "I am, I am, Rod. I've never let go with anyone like I am letting go with you. Do whatever you want! I trust you. Take me anyway, anytime. I'm yours." Enough already! If he doesn't get it by now, he never will.

Rod: Time to increase the pressure. My index finger and middle finger join to slip into her resisting slit. Get them good and wet, now the third finger, just to get it wet, now slip that one through the opening of her ass.

Danielle: "Ugh!" Ouch! "Wait!" No! Don't wait! I have to let him know that's okay. I've always wondered what it would be like with someone else doing that instead of just me. Yes. "Yes, go on Rod. Anything, really." It's strange, but... I don't know. It's so damn naughty it's delicious.

Rod: This is better than the movies. She's limitless. Push that finger up her ass, and the other two in her pussy and shove till my hand is snugged up against her crack. Add my intermittent sucking and nibbling on her clit and she's uncontrollable. When she lets go of that dam in side her, I'm going to get showered with the most prolific cum I've ever had the pleasure to catch, and I'm lovin' it. "Bring it on, baby, bring it on."

Danielle: He's too good to be true. I feel so totally free to enjoy this I feel almost beside myself. Whether he knows it or not, we're about to watch an insatiable woman be satiated like she's never been satiated before. Rod is handling me like he has my brain in him, knowing each spot to reach, how to reach it best, and throwing in a few surprises of his own to drive me over the top. I'm cuming, now, "I'm cuming, Rod. Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my poor baby, I'm gonna drown you!"

Rod: "Drown me Danielle! I dare you! Fuck my face and fingers and drown me in your cum! Bring it on!" 

Danielle: Is this for real?

Rod: Here it comes. I can feel her body beginning to rack, beginning to take over. There it comes. Yeah! Whew! What a shower! I'm soaked already and it's still pouring out of her. Where does it all come from? It smells terrific, hot cum that's burst free and flooded the world, well, me.

Danielle: "Oh-ugh! That's soooo good! I've never..." I can't speak. Unintelligible. Too much effort. Let the wave wash over me. I can feel more fluid than ever before pouring out of my vagina. I must be drowning him, but he sure isn't complaining. He's keeping right on, dragging me on with him. This is already the longest orgasm I've ever had. It's soooooo good, and yet I can't do a thing but strain against these ties. The whole scenario is just too hot to contemplate, just enjoy it, selfishly and worry about the ramifications later. Ohhhh, just keep cuming...

Rod: There has to be an end! She's dumped a gallon on me! I'm swimming in the stuff. Her bed is soaked. My face is drenched. I nibble her clit and get another blast, like right out of a hose, forcing itself all over my face, dripping down my neck to my chest. The scent of sex is incredible -- anyone would think they were in the sleaziest of brothels. And we're only just on my second stage of playing her. 

Danielle: That's it! I can't take anymore! I have to stop him! Maybe if I suddenly go limp, if I can. Maybe he'll get the idea. Otherwise, I'm going to keep going through these aftershocks forever. There, still, breathing slowing, please Rod, stop eating me. 

Rod: She's done! Finally! That's it. I finished her. I drove her to insane levels of depravity and survived, and she is exhausted. She has to be.

Danielle: Oh, thank God. He quit. His fingers are slowly pulling out, even now keeping a slow and deliberate pace to let me down easy. He's the most considerate sexual partner I've ever known. He's a dream come true, no cum true, yes, that's more like it, a dream cum true. Ahhhh...

Rod: She's collapsing, good. Let her rest now. Soon it will be my turn, and I want her ready to do her share. We'll see if she's up to it. Right now I could cum by just rubbing my cock a little more on the sheets. I am hornier than I can remember. This woman is gorgeous, hot as any Playmate, and the greatest cumer I've ever known, or dreamed of.

Danielle: "Phew. Where have you been all my life?" I hope he's still okay with me. That was more fluid than any man could be expected to put up with. My God, I bet he's soaked. I feel like my ass is floating in a mote of the stuff.

Rod: One more sniff, ahhh... That's so hot. "Obviously in the wrong damn place." Nice, but let's keep it going. "But we can make up for it, like you just did. I could drink you down ten times over and still ask for more."

Danielle: Where has he been all my life? He's perfect. Nothing I do is wrong. Everything he does is right. What else is there?

Rod: "You rest awhile. I'll be right back." Time for the bathroom.

Danielle: Where's he going? I'm tied up here, my legs spread, my arms spread, everything spread. I'm lying in my own juices. What the hell is he up to? This is gloriously dirty, outrageous, disgusting, absolutely lovely.

Rod: There, clean and ready for round three. Let's see, leave the blindfold on for now. Let's lift these feet and tie them off to the rails at the head of the bed. That'll leave her totally vulnerable to me for my next act. I'm gonna fuck this gorgeous woman until my dick falls of.

Danielle: "Oh!" My legs, pushed up high. What is he up to now? I wish I could see. Oh, he's fingering my swollen pussy lips again. That's hot.

Rod: Let me make sure, there. With the bar before me, I have cut off any control she might wish to exercise. Her legs are tied high, her entire crotch completely open. She's helpless to push me off no matter what. Now let's tease her lips a bit more with the head of my cock before plunging in.

Danielle: That's not his finger, is it? I wish I could see. I can't even push him off if I really want to. I feel his body between my legs, I think. Is he kneeling there? Oh, he's gonna fuck me now! Yes! Finally! Oh yes! Give me that big cock baby, let me have it! I'm ready for you Rod. Fuck me now! "Fuck me Baby. Give me everything you can. I want you to use me, get me back for showering you. Make me pay."

Rod: You got it! "That's right, Danielle, I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to place my cock right here, at the door to your pussy, and I'm going to probe, like that, and then..." That's right baby, get soft for me, relax, relax. Because right now I'm gonna ram you home!

Danielle: "Ugh! Yes! Fuck me hard! Give me your cock, Rod. Fuck me" He's too much. He's such a perfect fit. His plunge hurt just enough to shock me and not enough to do anything else by enhance that stabbing of my vagina like I've never felt before. "Oh, Rod, fuck me with everything you've got."

Rod: "So you like it, Danielle." 

Danielle: He uses my name so naughtily, so intimately. "Like it? You're poking my G-spot like a hot iron! Yes, Rod. I want you more than I've wanted anyone else ever before."

Rod: "And I you, Danielle." Let me take that blindfold off. There, she blinks, and she sees.

Danielle: He's simply marvelous. I have to hump back up at him, make him understand I want to fuck him so. I want us to lock together, to never pull apart. Look at his eyes. He wants this too. I know it. "Yes, baby. Push into me, as hard as you can. I'm open for you, all the way. Let me have you, let me surround you. Let me wash and warm you. I am yours, all of me, for anything."

Rod: I have to kiss her. That means freeing the spreader. My quick release knots make a snap of that. Fling the bar, it finds the floor, and her knees flex to circulate new blood. Her legs are still secured however, and she can't do much, but I can now lean into her, to kiss her and to rub my pubic bone up against her clit. I'm buried into her. I can feel her cervix on the head of my dick. I feel huge ripples of pleasure bounding over her, like the first indication of the coming storm. Slow motion at first, out an inch, back in again, another ripple. She humps up at me gently to let me know she wants it so bad.

Danielle: He's better than my wildest fantasies. He's perfect at what he does. He's making me so hot all over again, just nudging me like this. I want to buck my hips up at him and make him explode, but not before he's ready. I'm sure I'll know when that is. I can feel his balls on my ass on each little plunge. They're hanging in the breeze and flopping gently against me. Ohhh... I wish I had more muscles in my canal to hold him inside.

Rod: A little more now, two inches. She's shuddering more. I can feel her sopping cunt drowning my shaft inside her. She feels like velvet on my skin, attempting to drain me, to hold me inside her. Her tits are like mounds of wanton flesh just made for me, to my every specification. They mold in my hands to whatever I want them to be. I kiss them, give each a little bite, then spear my tongue down her throat again.

Danielle: I must be loud as can be. I know I'm gobbling his tongue like a hungry lioness eating its prey, but I can't help it. All hell has broken loose in my hormones and I am horny! I need everything he's got, and I need to give him everything I have.




Danielle and Rod



Rod: She's magnificent. My cock is sliding in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy like a well oiled piston. She's tightening her vaginal muscles on me too, I know for I can feel them on my down stroke. She's playing me, working me, and I love it. More tits, more nipples, more tongue. "I could eat you alive Danielle!"

Danielle: "Oh, God! And I you Rod, darling. Fuck me darling, take me as hard as you want. I am here for you." I can't give him enough.

Rod: "You are more than I dared dream, ever. You are my Goddess, Danielle. I don't want this to end." But I can't slow down now, either. In fact, time to pump this piston into full speed and motion.

Danielle: I knew it! "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Rod! Fuck me hard! Give me you meat! Make me spread for you. Drive me home." Damn! I can't wait much longer!

Rod: "You are sooo hot, Danielle. I can't get enough of you." But I'm sure trying. That's it. I'm gonna explode. 

Danielle: "Oh! Oh!"

Rod: "Buck baby! Give it to me!" She's gonna throw me off, or cum trying.

Danielle: "Yes! Yes! Ahhhiiiieeeee!" Oh God, I cannot get enough of him. I want to swallow him up, suck him in, never let him go.

Rod: I can't believe this. I'm cuming longer than I can ever remember. Spurt after spurt of jiz going down that slippery hole while gallons of goo are cuming right back up at me. She's an endless reservoir. She's wetting us down like a fire hydrant and I still can't get enough of her. It's just amazing.

Danielle: He actually loves my body, and not just the looks. I've lived with this gushing reflex all these years and now here's someone who actually loves it, wants it, revels in it. Oh cum some more, Danielle. Let it all out.

Rod: "Give me everything you've got, Danielle. I want it all." She's clamping her legs behind me and pulling me in deeper. We're still cuming, both of us, and soon we are going to collapse, but she's not letting a single moment of our fucking pleasure go by unused.

Danielle: He's incredible. I don't want to let him go. He's till cuming! It's just amazing.

Rod: Oh my God. That's it. I'm spent. There is no more. 

Danielle: "That's it baby. Fall on me. Let me hold you. Free my hands now, please."

Rod: I did and her arms wrapped around me has did her feet when I freed them, and I felt cocooned within her grasp, protected, at home. She was warm, still trembling, but holding onto me as if to never let me go.

Danielle: He's truly cuddling into me. He's so kind, so considerate, and so animalistic. He's the ideal combination, what any woman would wish for. Oh come to me baby and let me hold you.

Some time later...

Rod: How long have we been like this? "Are you all right?"

Danielle: "I've never been so all right before, Rod. You were perfect, still are. I don't want to let you go. Is that okay?"

Rod: "I feel the same." We hug harder.

Danielle: "Rod?"

Rod: "Yes?"

Danielle: "Can we do this again?" That was lame. Ask what you want, you dumb broad. "I mean, will you come back? Will I see you again?" It all just seems too good to be true.

Rod: "Either you will see me again, or you'll see my obituary in the paper. I am not giving you up for anything." Her eyes are driving me crazy all over again.

Danielle: I have to laugh I'm so happy. Another hug, then push him over and climb on top. "Are you up for more?"

Rod: "I'll let you be the judge of that." My pulsing cock nudged her pubic mound and she quickly moved it to her sopping slit. As it went into that tight and sucking place once again, I knew I'd found what I was looking for, the perfect woman in bed, and who knows, the perfect woman all around? We were in for some very wild times.

Danielle: Ah, that's nice. He fits so perfectly no matter how he enters. Now to reach under the bed for another surprise.

The End

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This story was an experiment in the first person, on both sides. I wanted to capture the individual's feelings as coming from them, not a third party's description. I hope my idea gave you some new and different appreciation. The story doesn't end till the reader puts it down. Before you move on from this one, I would like to know what you thought while reading it. Your thoughts are invaluable to my doing better next time. I listen to all constructive comments, and even some that are not. If you include your email address, I'll write and thank you and answer any questions. Your vote helps too, telling others what to expect. Thanks, truly, for your time.



Danielle and the Black Cock Factory



It was supposed to be a routine modeling interview. I had been on a few before, but hadn't really landed a job yet. How was I to know that this interview was nothing but a complete set-up from the start? Twenty-four hours later, my life was changed forever.

My name is Danielle, and this is the story of how four years ago when I was 19 was drugged and raped over and over by sixty black men against my will one terrible fateful night that was repeated daily. It's a story of being young, stupid, and naïve. Of not listening to caution and not adhering to the caring warnings of those around me. It's also a story of how at 23 years old; I'm now the biggest black cock slut this side of the Mississippi River.

I've always been a pretty girl, short at 5'5", 123 pounds with long flowing strawberry blonde hair. My full lips dark blue eyes and long eyelashes as well as my alabaster white skin were great attributes to have, but my long legs and sizable breasts were always what got me noticed by the boys. I could never blame the boys for staring though, my breasts are 36DD's and I always wore some type of short skirt to school showcasing my shapely legs. Because of those good looks, all through high school I was afforded many dates from many different boys. But by the time I was 19, I'd still only had sex with one boyfriend. His name was Barry. 

Barry and I were together for about fourteen months when I was 17 and 18, and we only had sex about four different times during that time. It was always nothing special or out of the ordinary. Basically missionary and it lasted each time about two to three minutes. So I guess you could say that by the time I was 19 I was still a sexual novice. Barry and I broke up when I had decided to skip college and stay in California to begin my modeling career, while he went east to attend Trenton. Little did I know what a mistake that my decisions to stay home would turn out to be.

*******

It was about 1pm on a Saturday afternoon. I had a 1:30pm appointment to meet Mr. Richardson of BMA: Brothers Modeling Agency located in one of the more seedier parts of LA. This was to be my fifth different modeling interview and it was with the fifth different modeling agency. When I told my friends where this one was located, they all cautioned me about going. Even my own Mother was worried and told me that I shouldn't go alone, that I should take one of my friends. Naively, I ignored them all. I thought to myself 'I'm a big girl now'. Maybe I should have listened. My life would be a whole lot different if I had.

After parking my car in a parking lot adjacent to a building with a sign on a corner door that read BMA, I walked to my destination. As I had in my previous four interviews, I wore a plain black business blouse and skirt combo that was both a little provocative, and a little conservative. It was perfect because it made me look both smart and sexy at the same time. I rounded the ensemble out with my sexiest black high heels. I was carrying a small black attaché case that had a portfolio full of different posed pictures of myself, along with a few different bathing suits if they had decided to have me change.

When I opened the outside door to the building, there was a long staircase inside that brought me up to another door with the same BMA initials. I entered that door and walked over to the receptionist. She was an older woman, black, in her 50's.

Receptionist: "Can I help you child?"

"You sure can." I exclaimed. "I have a 1:30pm appointment."

The woman looked down at her scheduling book and after a few moments looked up and said, "You are Danielle?"

"Yes I am." I smiled.

"Ok, you can have a seat over there with the others Hun. Mr. Richardson will be right with you."

As I took my seat I noticed 2 other girls sitting there. The first one was a tall dark-haired beauty that was dressed in a short red mini skirt with a white half t-shirt. She was filing her nails and chewing gum rather obnoxiously. The other was a short longhaired blonde who was wearing a yellow knee length sundress. Both were very beautiful but sitting together they looked as different as night and day. The tall girl seemed very experienced in this sort of thing. She seemed confident and relaxed. The shorter girl though was very nervous and fidgety. As I sat down, She was the first one to speak to me.

"Hi. I'm Melody. Is this your first time too?" the smaller girl asked.

"I'm Danielle. Yes and no. I've been to a few interviews but I haven't gotten any jobs yet."

"Well this is my first anything. I'm so nervous." Melody exclaimed.

"You two are nothing but newbies. I bet I get this job hands down. You'd might as well both go home." Said the tall girl.

"Be nice Becky. I'm sure Mr. Richardson can use all three of you girls. The receptionist said with a smile.

Just then the office door opened up and a tall thin black man in a three-piece business suit appeared holding a clipboard in his hands. "Danielle?" he called out to the room.

"Right here sir." I said, rising out of my chair and picking up my attaché case.

"Right this way girl. And you can cut out that 'Sir' stuff. You can call me Carl."

"Good luck Danielle!" Melody said as I followed Mr. Richardson into the office. I would never see Becky ever again, but Melody I would see a lot of over the next few years including numerous times in the following 4 months. I followed Mr. Richardson in and took a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk.

"Before we begin Danielle, would you like something to drink? Some coffee or tea, or maybe a soda?"

"If you have some ginger ale, sure I'd love some." I smiled.

"Okay, I'll be right back. You can set up your photos and presentation on the desk there while I'm gone." He then left for a few minutes while I opened my attaché case and arrange my photos on his desk. When Mr. Richardson returned he was carrying a glass filled with ginger ale. "Here you go Hun."

"Thank you." I exclaimed.

I took a sip of the ginger ale and immediately I began to feel dizzy...and that's the last thing I remember.

*******

Several hours later I began to awake, but I was not in Mr. Richardson's office anymore. It was a little dark and I had a slight headache, but when I tried to bring my hand to my head I couldn't. My arms were tied down. Slowly I started to regain my senses. As I did, I noticed that my legs were spread apart and also tied down. They also felt like they were higher than my head. There was something in my mouth so I couldn't speak. My ass felt funny too. It felt very weird. Almost like it was filled with something. I had never had that feeling in my ass before. As my groggy state sharpened, it was then very clear to me that I was strapped stark naked to a weird clear plastic bench or chair than positioned my legs apart and up high like they were in stirrups. The only bit of clothing on my body was a pair of blue colored thigh high nylons. I felt cold and scared.

I began to panic and my heart started beating faster. It was obvious that I had been kidnapped and tied up by somebody but by whom? I started to rack my brain for the answers. What was the last thing I could remember? Then it came to me; Mr. Richardson's office. He must have drugged my ginger ale, but why? What was he planning to do with me? Before I could think of anything else the door opened and a light was turned on. A tall muscular black man walked in but it wasn't Mr. Richardson. This man was older, and he looked a lot meaner. He smiled at me then began to speak.

"Good! Danielle, you're awake. I bet you're wondering what is going on? Well I am here to explain it all to you. But before I do, let's reminisce a little shall we? You see Danielle, I know all about you. Do you remember that cute little life you had before today? Do you remember being a cheerleader in that small little school? Dating those small dick white boys? How about your Mom? Your friends, do you remember them? Well baby that is ALL gone! That white bread life of your is gone! You can forget ALL that shit! You aren't even in California anymore! That was your former life. So you can forget about all of that! This is your new life and it's just beginning."

As he explained this all to me I started to cry. But crying was something that my scary host disliked and He quickly shocked me into stop doing and put me back into a state of fear by screaming at me.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP THAT CRYING SHIT BITCH! The reality here is that you done fucked up! Walking into that office was the last thing you should have done! Now yo ass belongs to us! Now you're in The Factory! And we have some very big plans for yo ass! For that nice little pussy and your fucking mouth too! You see bitch, you're gonna be fucked tonight! Fucked in all yo holes! Tomorrow night? Yeah tomorrow night you're gonna be fucked too! And the night after that and the night after that and the night after that! Fucked by tons and tons of my black brothers! Fucked by the biggest nigger dicks that you have ever seen! You can't even imagine how many niggers gonna be up in yo shit! We gonna turn yo ass inside out and turn you into the biggest black cock Ho that there has ever been! You see, that's why we call this place The Factory! This is where we build black cock sluts out of pretty white bitches like you! We gonna make you scream till you can't take anymore! But no one is gonna hear you bitch so don't even waste your fucking time screaming! Before long, it's almost gonna be like you can't go a few hours without a black dick! That's right bitch, you're gonna be addicted! Big black dick is gonna be your mother fucking vice, like cigarettes man! And that shit is all gonna start right now so you better quickly come to terms with all that shit!"

With that he reached down between my legs and pulled the large seven-inch dildo that was stuffed up my ass out with one big tug making a loud popping noise. As he held the glistening rubber toy up in the air above my head and again smiled broadly, I looked at him in disbelief that something that big was stuffed up my ass.

"Bitch that's the smallest thing that will be up yo ass tonight! Just be lucky I even afforded you the privilege of getting a little loose in your caboose!" He laughed hysterically.

He then tossed the dildo to the floor and walked behind me. The weird chair I was on apparently had wheels on it because he started to roll me to the door and into the hallway. As he pushed me down the hallway with my legs pointing up to the lights, I started to realize the reality of what was about to happen to me. I started to cry again. How could this happen to me? Would I ever see my Mother again? Could I actually be eventually killed from all of this? All of these random questions started to run through my head as my kidnapper dutifully pushed me down the dingy looking corridor in my own personal electric chair to the state of execution of my former life's existence.

*******

After a few minutes of travel, I was pushed into another room where twelve big naked black men were standing around awaiting me. Their cocks looked scary and huge. Each one looked bigger than the next. The smiles on all of their faces are something I will never ever forget. Every single one of them was tall too, like twelve gigantic horny giants. My kidnapper leaned in close to my head and whispered into my ear. "It all starts here bitch! After tonight yo ass gonna be wore the fuck out! But I guarantee in time you will be liking this shit!" He then turned to the others and spoke.

"Well my brothers, here's another one! This one's name is Danielle and she's 19 years old. We gonna have some fun wit this one! Make a lot of money with her ass! Get to work boys! Have fun Danielle!"

With that he left. As soon as the door closed all twelve guys started to laugh and walk towards me tugging their enormous cocks and they formed a line in front of my spread open legs. The first guy put his cock by the lips of my nearly virgin pussy. It had to be at least 9 inches. I remember thinking that there was no way in hell that he was going to be able to stick that thing in me. When he began thrusting the head of his cock between my little pussy lips it hurt so much I started to cry again but I couldn't scream because I was still gagged. My pussy felt so full yet when I looked down he had barely gotten a third of his cock into me. With each new thrust his cock went deeper and deeper into me. After a few minutes, he pulled it all out and then the next guy took his turn. This went on for about two straight hours with each man taking two to three minutes fucking me over and over again. It was all regimented and like clockwork. After a while the pain subsided and it actually started to feel good. I couldn't believe that I was starting to like it. At the very end of it all each man jerked their thick white sticky loads all onto my stomach and tits. I remember wondering why they hadn't cum inside me, or fucked my mouth or even my asshole but all that was explained in due time as the night went on. This was the first of it and I had a long long way to go. When they all had shot their loads, one man walked over to the wall and pushed a bell that was there on it. Soon my original kidnapper reappeared.

"Hey Danielle, how's that pussy bitch? Feeling a bit sore? Well there's much more to come sweetheart! Yo ass ain't done not by a long shot!"

*******

With that he pushed my chair into the hallway again and down the corridor to my next destination. As we entered the next room I noticed that there was another chair like mine in it. As we got closer to it I realized that Melody, the short shapely little blonde from the receptionist office at the modeling agency was tied to it. Like me, she too was completely naked wearing only thigh high nylon stockings. She was also exhausted like I was and her torso was covered in sticky white cum from her tits to her stomach. Everything was the same, bound, gagged, legs held high in the air, and fucked thoroughly. The only difference between the two of us was that she was wearing purple colored stockings as opposed to my blue ones. Our chairs were positioned parallel to each other but my head down by her legs and her head down by mine. We looked at each other with sympathy and understanding of what we both had already been thru and of what was about to come. 

Then the part of our chairs that supported our head and necks were removed and our heads hung upside down like they were hanging off of a bed. We couldn't see each other's faces anymore. About thirty more naked black men then enter the room laughing to each other and each tugging on their enormous pricks. They then formed a large circle around the two of us this time with cocks dangling at our heads as well as between our legs. The gags were then removed from our mouths but they had been in our mouths for so long that screaming wasn't possible because of the dryness and soreness. My heart started to race again as a cock was position by my still gaping asshole. As it was worked into my tight never before fucked anus, now I needed to scream but before I could let out a peep another big black cock was stuffed into my open mouth. Deeper and deeper it was pushed down my throat making me gag and fill with saliva with each painful thrust. My eyes began to water too. On the other end of my body my ass was being treated the same painful way as two very big black cocks impaled me. It felt excruciating.

After about two minutes the big black cocks were removed and the guys shifted to the right. Another cock was stuffed up my ass and another one down my throat. This one in my throat tasted different though. It had a funky smell to it too. I was then I realized that this cock that was in my throat had just been removed from Melody's ass and shoved in my mouth. I then deduced that the cock that was just up my ass was now in Melody's mouth as well. They were doing an ass-to-mouth chain, and this is how it went for the next two hours; two-minute intervals of big black cock after big black cock stuffed in our asses and down our tiny throats. After a while it didn't hurt anymore. They fucked my ass so deep and hard that each one began sliding in and out with ease balls deep. My throat was opening up wide too, so much so that I began taking all of their man meats as deep as they would go tickling my nose with their pubic hairs. As the two hours came to a close each man took turns shooting his load down our freshly worn out throats. My stomach was filling up with hot sticky cum by the bucket full. I had never swallowed semen before let alone this much of it all at once. It made me queasy. When they had finally finished, I heard another bell ring. Round two had ended and shortly my 'driver' would be around to push me to my next destination.

*******

There were only six naked black guys in the next room but their cocks were the biggest I had ever seen in my life. Each man had to be at least 15 inches apiece and their diameters around were thick like beer cans. They also were all much taller than the last men too. A mattress was on the floor by their feet and I was then untied from my chair and unceremoniously tossed onto the mattress. I had been in the chair for so long strapped in that my legs couldn't support me to stand anyways. This was the last time I was ever in the chair. I never saw that unique contraption again. One of the men then lay down on the mattress beside me. He lifted me in the air from his back with ease by my waist and impaled me down pussy first onto his large black cock. He picked me up and down by the waist as he worked his monster in deeper and deeper. I moaned and moaned as he filled my pussy to maximum capacity. After about 5 minutes, another giant monster was stuffed in my asshole and then one down my throat. The six of these behemoths took turns fucking me in all of my sore holes for the next two hours, sandwiching me relentlessly, ending with each man blowing their loads in all three of my holes. 

By the time they were finished my body was jammed full with hot sticky cum. The bell rang again and I was onto my next escapade. Each room had countless other black men with big black cocks waiting for me over the next 18 hours. Sometimes I took big black cocks in my pussy, sometimes my ass, sometimes in my mouth. Often times it was all my holes at once. Sometimes Melody was there too; sometimes it was another poor girl I had never seen before. I was fucked and fucked and fucked and at the end of the 24 hours I was then tossed into a room and was told to take a shower and get some sleep. I did as I was told, I took a shower and rinsed off the gobs and gobs of cum from my body both inside it and outside it. I dried off and then collapsed in the bed until I was abruptly woken up the next day and it all started again. That's the way it went for the next 4 months. I was fucked daily, over and over by countless big black cocks. After a while I began waking up before they came to get me, not able to wait until there was a big black cock inside me. I was beginning to like it. It's all I started to want. That asshole was right...I was now addicted to big black cocks.

*******

After 4 months had passed, I was transferred out of 'The Factory' into a spa for two weeks. There I received the nourishment and rest that I had missed during my time at the factory. The staff, which consisted of old black women, pampered me and gave me a complete makeover. I enjoyed my two weeks there but I was antsy. There weren't any big black cocks there. I started to shake and cry myself to sleep like a drug addict missing her much needed fix. When the two weeks were up I was then set up in an apartment somewhere deep in a black neighborhood. Except for the other girls, I never saw white people again. I was told that I was now a full-fledged Black Cock Ho, and I would be fucking for money. I began to get really good at my craft. My pimp sent me clients regularly and came by nightly to collect the money that I had earned. I didn't have to pay bills anymore, buy food anymore, all of that was set up for me. I only wore the sexiest revealing clothes that was selected and bought just for me. Sometimes I worked parties, other times I was gang banged in high-end hotels. The steady parade of big black cock never seemed to end. I'm now 23 and I've had countless big black cocks from countless big black men. It's what I do now. I'm used to it now, and God help me...I love it!




Danielle and the Black Cock Factory



-THE END