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By: secondskin



Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental. No money has been collected from the writing/posting of this story; it is for entertainment purposes only. 

Comment/Feedback is appreciated and welcome.

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I stepped genially into the shower, my hand slapping against the tile wall to catch myself before I slipped on the water slickened tiles. The two showerheads spit out tepid water, and I reached between the jets to quickly slide the cold lever down lower, forcing hot scalding water to come cascading down onto my smooth skin. 

Steam rises, filling the shower stall, as I slide my entire body into the streams of water and force myself to not move a muscle as I adjust to the hot water. My skin flushed red from the heat and I sigh, hoping the pain would wash away my anger. Salty, hot tears coarse down my face and my vision blurs as emotion overtakes me. I cannot hold it back any longer. 

Anger at myself pours out of me, consuming me as it caused me to gasp for air as sobs rack through my body. Frustration mounts deep inside of me and before I realize it, my left hand has slid between my legs, making agonizingly slow circles. I force my face under a stream of water, hoping that by cleansing my face with the hot water, my soul will be cleansed as well. I gasp as my own fingers work slowly between heated flesh and am greeted with a mouthful of water. 

I sputtered slightly, raising my face from the streams and brace my right hand against the cool tiles, my left hand moving faster now, causing me to cry out slightly. I am determined now, speeding fast towards a goal that I only seem to be able to achieve by myself. 

When I’m with another, it’s never like this. The water is my friend, my confidant, keeping my secret tucked silently away in its core. It will never betray me, never let me down. Break my heart. 

It is soulless, in-human but alive and awake. It knows. 

It pools slightly in my cupped hand, lapping up against me, soothing me. Comforting me. My fingers yet again quicken their pace, and it keeps up gleefully. My happiness it’s only concern. It cares where others dismiss. It is nothing to anyone else, yet it is everything to me. 

My sighs reverberate off the black tiled shower walls and standing fully now, I lift my other hand from the wall and lay it casually on my breast. Cupping and molding the heated flesh. It knows the end is near and the pulsing of the water staccatos across my skin. 

Suddenly and inexplicably, strong arms slide around my waist as a firm body is pressed up to my back. Large, masculine hands cup over mine, making me maintain my pace. I am not surprised by this person. He is always here. 

He is mine. 

“Need some help?” James whispers in his sexy, throaty voice that makes my legs forget to support me. His voice alone normally makes me come. But not today. Frustration, at myself and everyone around me, is buried deep, making the job today, a task. 

I simply nod my head, no words are necessary between us from this point on. He knows exactly what I want and need. It’s always been that way; I’ve never had to tell him. It’s an instinct for him, something he just knows. And the reason I will never share him with anyone – ever. 

My mind is chaotic, filled with building fears. He reaches up with his free hand and lays my head back on his shoulder and my mind suddenly quiets. My thoughts focused solely on him. 

His other hand slides down to cover mine, but he doesn’t stop me. He urges my hand on, pinpointing the circles to one area so that I cry out again. My voice reverberating back to us in the small encased shower. 

The echo drives him further, fueling the fire I can feel erupting through his skin, burning against my back. He brushes my hand out of the way, almost brutally and pushes me so that I bend forward at the waist. 

I lift my hands so they rest against the tiles, taking most of my weight on them. Without warning, he plunges into me without regard to my comfort. I cry out as he enters me, more out of want than hurt. 

He does not hurt me. He never does. Ever could. And if he did, I would want it more. 

My hands slide slightly on the cool tiles as he pounds himself into me and I lean forward so that my cheek rests against the midnight black tiles. The cold surface of the tile quickly levels to the temperature of my skin. 

The first orgasm bursts through me, unexpected and certainly welcome. My muscles clench around him tightly and a low growl emits from his throat, and he continues to slide in and out of me, his determination fueled by my orgasm. 

Another orgasm erupted inside of me, then another and still yet another. My knees, no longer able to support me, give out and he quickly grasps my hips tighter, sustaining my weight easily in his hands. 

A growl, louder and more feral this time, fills the shower and he slams himself into me grinding his hips against me as he empties himself. 

Loud breathing fills the room and I struggle to catch my breath. I shift slightly and stand up glancing around to see that I am the only individual in the shower. The water cascades onto my skin, painful now because it is ice cold. 

I shiver as I reach over and turn the faucets to off, emptiness envelops me. A dull ache throbs between my legs, but it is not from him. 

He is gone. 

Forever. I was ignorant and I let him slip though my fingers. They tell me it was an accident, but I know better. The water called to him and he needed to listen. 

Whenever I am near water now, I think of him, he is part of it. I think what we once had. Of what will never be again. 

I reach up and turn on the water again; hoping James will find his way home.

[End]

Home



Karlien squeezed Darren's hand he placed almost absent-mindedly on her upper thigh. They just turned off onto the N1 out of Johannesburg.

"Are you sure you want to go home, Karlien," he asked her, momentarily showing her what's under his veneer. She smiled at the way he pronounced her name in his British accent: Carlene, like a proper red neck.

"I have to go see the parents, D," she said, for the millionth time. "I haven't been home for over two months."

He nodded and silence fell in his Mercedes again. He took a swig of his diet Coke, never taking his eyes of the road.

"I haven't seen you for over three weeks, you know," he said pointedly, "and this weekend was not enough."

She laughed. They sure didn't spend too much of it talking, and his left hand was already busy under her skirt again. She spread her legs to give him easier access, although she did not much feel up to it. She would never, and could never, deny him anything.

"What would your daddy say if he knew what a slut you were," he asked cruelly.

"What, Pappa's little princess? A slut? Never," she exclaimed in mock indifference. He knew she hated to be reminded of where she came from. She hated the small conservative Afrikaans town they were headed to. She also hated the Afrikaans university town he had picked her up from on Friday. She started feeling that empty pit in her stomach she got every time Darren dropped her off. Darren saw what she showed on the outside. He saw her apparent amusement. He also sensed her inner turmoil and took pity on her. Taking his left hand out of her slightly soaked pussy, he put it on the steering wheel. He undid his belt buckle and pants.

"Are you telling me you are not a slut? After this weekend," he said with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "you can't fool me anymore. Suck me, my little whore."

Karlien, who had been watching him closely as he undid his clothes, flushed scarlet. She also felt a hot surge go straight to her cunt.

"While you're driving," she asked, resisting for what they both knew was not going to be long. He flashed her a brief warning, conveyed in his eyes. She undid her seatbelt and leaned tentatively over to his side of the car. She looked like she was going to say something and then thought better of it. She dropped lower in the seat, to make sure the passing traffic could not see, and fished out Darren's semi-erect cock. It was an awkward angle for her, but she tried her best to give him the pleasure he demanded. She twirled her tongue snake-like over the tip of his head and down his shaft. She then took him in her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down, setting up a steady pace. She felt him stiffen in her mouth until he was fully erect and throbbing in her mouth but he showed no other form of encouragement. Karlien continued her task as the kilometres flashed by, trying to focus only on getting Darren off. She knew it was what he wanted. He wanted neither of them to think of the parting that was to come in maybe half an hour. 

A good couple of minutes passed and Karlien's jaw was starting to ache when Darren finally could hold it no more. He was slightly rocking his hips up and down and squirted his come into her mouth. She dutifully swallowed it and licked him clean. When she resurfaced her face was still red. He laughed at her, putting on the indicator as he pulled of to the garage. She was thankful for the break of his presence as he asked her to go and buy them more cold drink. She was also thankful for the cold drink as she licked the last of his salty spunk of her lips. The rest of the drive to her home town was uneventful. She said goodbye to Darren in her driveway, not wanting to alarm her parents with her thirty five year old boyfriend, knowing the fifteen year age difference would shock them almost as much as what she had just been doing in his car. She bit back the tears as he drove away, not once looking back at her. 

When she could no longer see his car she spun on her heels and marched towards the front door with determination she did not feel. The prospect of spending a week at her childhood home did not appeal to any part of her. It symbolised everything she tried to leave behind.

As it was Monday morning, Karlien did not even bother to ring the bell. Both her parents would be at work. Her lawyer father would probably not return home until late in the evening, but her mother would be home by three.

She dug out her set of house keys and let herself in. The big house seemed so empty. No wonder her mother had been bugging her to come visit. Now that all four of them had left the house, her parents must feel lonely with all this space.

It looked a lot cleaner than she remembered it too, but then again, Delinah must have just finished cleaning. Sure enough, she found their housekeeper outside the kitchen in the garden, eating the frugal lunch her mother had left her.

"Dumela, Delinah," Karlien called to her, poking her head out of the kitchen door. She greeted the older woman in her native tongue, as was their custom since Karlien was a little girl. Delinah's face split into a cheerful smile, showing her crooked teeth.

"Ahee, dumela mies," she said, waving at her. Then she switched to English.

"You not be home a long time, mies," she chided, "your Mamma miss you."

"I know, Delinah, I have been very busy at school. How have you been doing, though?" Karlien came outside, feeling the hot summer sun of December immediately burning down on her.

"Good, mies. Meneer gave my son Joseph a job. He work here in garden now," Delinah said, smiling again. 

"Oh, my father gave Joseph a job? I am glad, he's a good boy," Karlien said, flopping down on the lawn next to the housekeeper.

"Work is hard to find," Delinah said. Karlien could see the lines grooved out on Delinah's black skin. They lived in such different worlds that Karlien could almost not fathom how much meaning that sentence held to the worn out old woman. She merely nodded. Delinah finished her lunch in silence and stood up laboriously.

"I go home now, mies. Sala sentle!" 

Karlien smiled up at the kind old familiar face.

"Tsamaya sentle, Delinah." 

Suddenly Delinah shouted a string of Tswana sentences that Karlien could not make out in the direction of the garden shed. Karlien twisted her head back to see the young face of Joseph appear. He nodded at Karlien and answered his mother. After she had left he slipped back into the garden shed. She wondered what he could be doing in there, and stood up lazily to go investigate. She sneaked a peak into the dark wooden shed and found him repotting the Malva plant that usually stood next to the front door. She had not even noticed that it was missing.

"Why do you work in here, Joseph," she asked loudly. He jumped and in a second the spade that was a tool the moment before turned into a weapon. Karlien tensed up, but when recognition dawned on his face he broke out into a smile very much like his mother's and continued working.

"I don't want to make a mess on the front porch, Miss," he said in surprisingly good English. Karlien tried to think back to the last time she had seen Joseph. When they were children he and she often played together in the back yard as Delinah worked, but she stopped bringing him along when it was time for Joseph and herself to go to school. They must have been six years old. 

"What's with all this Miss shit, Joe? I'm still Linki," she teased. She knew he would never again call her Linki. The innocence of their youth was gone. Adulthood had brought all its prejudices and conventions, which was now as evident as the stark contrast of their skin. Joe simply continued working, not even trying to reply.

Karlien sighed sadly, knowing that her friend Joe was gone.

"I'm glad your working here now, Joe. Delinah was worried for you," she said. He still did not say anything, he just nodded. Karlien watched him work for a while longer and then left in search of lunch for herself.

She brought out her leftover chicken mayo sandwich and salad to the garden. She enjoyed the sun on her skin, and reflecting off the clear water of the swimming pool. Joe was now working in the rose bed underneath her parent's bedroom window. She watched his muscled tall frame from under her lids. Joe did grow up nicely, she though. There was not a bit of fat on him, but then again, Karlien thought as the guilt settled in her stomach, where would the fat come from? His athletic body moved gracefully along as he trimmed the roses.

She thought back to a conversation she once had with Darren. She was cradled in his arms after fucking him.

"Have you ever been with a black man," he had asked her. Karlien had considered her answer to him very carefully. Darren was a racist. Their relationship was not about a lot more than sex. She had shaken her head and replied that she hadn't. Darren would not like the truth, and sometimes, the truth was not entirely necessary. Darren knew Karlien well, and somehow he sensed this.

"That's what I like to hear," he said truthfully. Karlien understood the ambiguity of that very well.

Honestly, she had slept with two altogether different black guys, back when she was in the UK the previous year. It was funny that people who had essentially the same heritage was so completely different. Those guys were so full of confidence in her presence, nothing like how uncomfortable Joe was with her. Welcome back to sunny South Africa, she thought bitterly, the home of apartheid and the religion of rugby.

She remembered how she felt after she and Henry, the Nigerian, had made love in the small living room in the flat in Scotland. She was sick to her stomach, and felt even worse for feeling that way. Her whole upbringing, everything she knew and was taught up and until then cried against what she did. Unfortunately for her tortured mind, she was extremely open-minded and inquisitive, and soon found out that black guys knew how to use their bodies. Henry was the best fuck she ever had. Amadou was even better, and she soon got over the conventions imprinted in her mind.

Now she eyed Joe slyly. She felt her pussy reawakening after Darren had toyed with it earlier, and made a decision. 

She quickly gobbled down her lunch and left the plate there on the grass. She moved in long strides towards the pool, feeling Joe look at her from behind. She looked into the water for a second before stripping down to her bra and panties. She smiled to herself as she heard a slight gasp from Joe, now only about four metres away from her. She turned to him. He quickly turned his gaze away and tried to continue on the roses.

"It's very hot, isn't it," she said innocently and dived into the pool. The water splashed in a big arch and drenched all her clothes on the side, as well as Joseph. When her head appeared above the surface, she laughed at Joe, dripping water.

"Hey," he said reproachfully, but he was smiling again. Karlien swam to him and splashed him some more.

"Don't make me come in there," he said, and for a moment the barrier between them was gone. They were just two kids in the back yard.

"Oh ja," she countered and sent torrential rain down on him, splashing the bedroom window. He dropped the clippers.

"That's it," he said, kicking of his shoes and charging at the water. Karlien swam away, but Joe landed next to her with a jump. She screamed and laughed, swimming away to the other side. Joe was faster. He grabbed her and dunked her head underneath the water just like he did when they were younger. Every so often he let her come up for breath, until she said the words. She tried to get away, but Joe held her tightly. She came up for the fifth time, gasping and spluttering.

"You win, Joe, mercy," she cried. He didn't dunk her again, but he didn't let her go either. As Karlien regained her breath she looked into Joe's eyes. She was shocked at what se saw there. He looked old, even though he was smiling. She lifted her hand to his cheek. It was as if she had stricken him. He tensed up, and loosened his grip on her completely. He started wading to the steps.

"Joe," Karlien whispered. Joe turned around and shook his head.

"I need this job, Miss," he said and climbed out of the pool. Karlien got out as well. She went to him. He was leaning down, picking up his shoes. 

"Joe," she said, "you won't lose your job." Joe didn't reply. 

"Joe," she said very loudly, causing him to stand up and look at her. Her nipples stood out proudly through her thin bra that no longer hid anything. Her panties hugged her shape even more closely that it did before. When he finally reached her face Karlien knew she had him.

"Come inside and let me get you a towel," she said and walked off into the house, looking over her shoulder to make sure he was following. Once inside the bathroom she playfully flicked him with the end of a towel. He smiled again and grabbed another towel in self defence. They had a small war, running around the house and dripping water on the floor. She ran into her bedroom, with Joe on her heels. She jumped on her bed and backed up against the wall, throwing her hands up in surrender.

"You win, Joe, mercy!" Her chest was heaving and her hair clung to her face in strings. Joe, only in his cargo pants, cocked the towel, as if to flick her again. Slowly he let the towel drop to his side as the silence between them became thick. Karlien's eyes was on Joe's clearly defined stomach and the tufts of black hair she could see near his groin. Karlien reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She felt the wet material peel of her skin and fall off, but her eyes never left Joe. He was looking unsure again, but the lust was clear on his face as he saw Karlien's pert full breasts. She hooked her thumbs on the elastics at the side of her panties and shimmied out of them. It too dropped to the bed. Joe's eyes widened when he saw her shaved pussy.

"You win, Linki," he whispered in a tight voice, "mercy." This was his final plea. His eyes begged her to let him go. She simply smiled and sucked her index finger into her mouth. Slowly she trailed it down her stomach to her pussy. Right there in front of Joe, she began masturbating herself, swirling her finger in small circles over her clit. She moaned slightly, and started gyrating her hips. She heard Joe groan also. He stepped out of his pants. This time it was Karlien's turn to stare in awe. Joe's cock was thick, long and ready. He stepped towards her.

"Joe?"

"Yes, Linki?"

"Don't be gentle until I beg for mercy," she said, unable to look at him when she asked this. She was still coming to terms with her kinks herself. Joe made a feral sound and climbed up on the bed next to Karlien. He gripped the hand toying with her pussy and forced it up towards his mouth, licking her fingers clean. With his other hand he grabbed Karlien's hair and forced her down onto the bed. She lay on her back and Joe crouched over her. He lifted her head and snaked his tongue inside her mouth, forcefully. He moved his hips slightly and pumped into Karlien's tight pussy with a fierce stroke. For a second he was still, and then he began his onslaught on her, sliding in and out of her with her grunting heavily beneath him. He took her nipple between his left thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, then twisting it this way and that. Karlien moaned louder, and moved her hips up and down to meet his every thrust. Joe never missed a beat. For a second Karlien thought of Darren and how he would be almost ready to come now, so she wasn't surprised when he withdrew from her.

Joe was however, nowhere near finished. He went back on his knees and rolled Karlien onto her stomach. She complied as fast as she could, she just wanted his big cock back buried in her pussy. She went on her hands and knees, and within half a second Joe was riding her again. His hands guided her hips as he slammed into her. She felt his balls rocking against her clit with each in-stroke, and felt the pleasure building in her cunt. Joe's hands were on her tits again, twisting, pulling. 

He did not slow the pace when she contracted around his cock, making animal noises in her throat as she came. After she came down, he gripped her hair again and pushed her face into the duvet. He stopped fucking her and she felt him spread her ass cheeks. She groaned, but did not say the word Joe knew would stop it, so he continued.

He lined his cock up with her asshole and pushed through her ring slowly. Once inside he gave her ten seconds to get used to his cock and then he started ramming it into her. Karlien cried out with every stroke, waiting for it to feel good again, waiting for the pain to subside. Before long she was meeting his thrusts wildly, clawing at the duvet. Joe sped up his pace. He saw the signs of Karlien getting ready for a climax again and this time he worked to come with her. He reached around to her clit and strummed it while he fucked her ass. Karlien started muttering.

"Oh fuck, yes," she mumbled. She felt his cock twitch inside her. She moved her hips lewdly. Soon the relief she sought washed over her whole body. The feeling possessed her cunt and she shuddered, letting the waves wash over her. Joe cried out too and she felt him spurt his load into her. He collapsed onto her, and they lay like that, breathing heavily. 

After a while Joe stood up, and patted Karlien's ass. 

"Good to have you back, mies Linki," he said, and gathered his clothes. 

"See you tomorrow, Joe," Karlien said sleepily.

"Tomorrow," he agreed and left.



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First Submission.. Will refine my style with comments. Here's hoping you enjoy.

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I picked you up from work. You were tired and grumpy. I could tell before you spoke a single word to me. I can see it in the slope of your shoulders and the set of your feet as you come to a stop outside my car door. I open it and don't lean in for the kiss like I usually would. I try to be gentle and supportive, affectionate while at the same time not smothering you. I get in my side and I can see you looking at me to see if I am upset about something. I smile and take your hand and squeeze it. You start to unwind and tell me about your day while we drive back. I take the scenic route over the prairie so that the cool breeze smells faintly of the mint fields we are driving past. In the back seat your son is sleeping peacefully to the music I have been playing low over the speakers. After it feels like you have let the majority of your day I pick up your hand and start to kiss and nibble it. You part your lips silently and close your eyes. After a few moments you pull our hands from my lips and settle them against your thigh and relax a little deeper into the seat of the car.

After a while we pass the red and green glow of the last set of traffic lights before I turn off the road to your house. I take my hand back from you to make the last set of turns and I feel you resist letting go just a little. The gravel makes tiny noises as we pull in front of your house. You lift your sleeping little boy from the back seat intent on putting him to bed before he wakes up. I slowly unload the car seat from the back and gather up your bags and carry them to the front porch. You left the front door open so I set the bags just inside and the car seat down on the couch. I close my eyes and stretch enjoying the cool air outside of your house. The crickets chirp and I hear the neighbors horror movie all the same time.

You come back out on to the porch and kiss me. I wrap my arms around you and feel the tightness of your muscles. I kiss you deeper and start to massage the knots out. You moan a little into my mouth as my hands work their way down to your ass. At first I am not rubbing them at all just touching. All of this stimulation is getting to me so I start to push you away from me and for a second you look sad. You sit in your chair in front of me and light up a cigarette. I smile and run my fingers through your hair as I sit down across from you on the front porch. You ask me what's wrong. You know but you always ask me anyways. I tell you that I should leave because I am a little too excited and that I am not sure I could stop if we had kept going. 

You look sad and then say... "What if we didn't stop?" 

All I can say is "Are you sure?" You nod and head back inside.

I grab your arm while you are stepping past me and spin you to face me. I can feel your breathe on my skin when I tell you "Be sure you want to do this. There is no stopping after I enter this house. Your mine and you will do exactly what I say for however long I want you to tonight. Getting what you want tonight means submitting all night."

You look at me and say "Je T'aime." 

That's all I needed to hear. I take you up in my arms and we move together through the door way. I shut the door behind me a little too hard and then turn around to find you looking at me. I can see the little bit of fear in your eyes. Fear for what you promised, and fear for crossing this new boundary, and fear of how much you're going to like it. I tell you to get down on your knees. You just look at me at first. I tell you again this time a little firmer and you remember to do it. I walk behind you and sit down. I begin to massage your shoulders. You start to ask what I am doing and I hush you. I tell you that you won't be any good to me stiff as a board. I rub and massage and eventually the touch gets through to you and you don't feel so worried. 

I see the excitement beginning to build inside of you as you start to lean into my touch. I feel the heat rising in your body and mine responds in kind. I want you so bad but this has to be done right. I peel your top shirt off leaving only your white shirt and your bra. I begin to kiss the back of your neck as my hands explore the other parts of your body I have been longing to touch. You reach back over your head to feel my hair. I drag my finger nails across your stomach ass I begin to gently bite the back of your neck. Your chest is starting to heave now. The feelings making you breathe harder. I finally slide my hand under your shirt and begin to trace the delicate undersides to your breast.

This proves to be too much for you and you turn to face me and kiss me full on the lips. Our hungry kiss gets deeper and deeper as I slowly lay you down on the floor and begin to trace my hands over your crotch. You arc your hips so that it presses harder into my wanting hands. I break my lips away from their fevered dance long enough to bite your neck as I slide my hand into your pants. You immediately try to stop me. I look you in the eyes and you see the seriousness of the desire you have unlocked. True to your word you stop resisting. I take both your hands and place them above your head and hold them there with my left hand. I squeeze them firmly as I slide my hand back into your pants. This time I plunge my fingers right into your sex. Your whole body vibrates in excitement. I start to tease and touch and nibble your breasts with my lips and tongue. Now you are writhing on the floor unable to control yourself. You are breathing so hard I can feel your hot sticky breath on my arm as I hold yours down.  

I keep this attention on you for quite some time. You finally cum, and its so hard that you nearly black out from the pleasure. I keep going however and you begin to beg me to stop. I just look at you with that fire in my eyes and tell you quietly "Not yet." You body rocks with pleasure three more times and you are covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Then I finally slow my furious assault. I kiss you deeply again and lean away. I tell you to go take a hot shower and come back. You ask me why I did that. I smile and tell you that it was the best way to get you to relax so that I could make love without you thinking of anything else. You laugh and admit that you haven't felt this good in a long time. You go to the shower and after a few minutes I follow. I watch you wash your hair and lather up your body. It's gorgeous. The light glistening off your body and you slide you hands all over it nearly leaves me unable to stop from climbing in. You feel a little uncomfortable and keep trying to pull the shower curtain closed. I tell you "No, you are too sexy." You say that the floor is getting wet and I tell you "Let it."

Just before you are done I get up and tell you I will be waiting for you in the living room and to wear the comfortable close you normally wear to bed. I stop and say "Also bring a towel." You look confused but say yes. When you come into the living room I am sitting on the couch looking at you. I drink in every curve. Your nipples stand out in your tank top and the ease of access your pajama bottoms gives me excites me so much I cant stand it. I tell you to kneel in front of me and I take your hands. I place them on my crotch and tell you to touch me. You look worried because you never believe me when I tell you how good your touch feels. I just smile and insist. You pull my running shorts down and drag your finger nails across my thighs and I shiver. You start stroking it and I moan out loud. I can see you starting to get turned on again by touching me. You start to stroke faster and begin to lick your lips. I pull your head down and you start to lick me. I move my hips forward and you engulf me in your lips. I nearly cum right then and there because of the pleasure's intensity. I begin to gasp. You start to suck me and it's amazing. You mouth is so warm and wet that it's like a slip in slide of pleasure. 

Your head is bobbing up and down on my cock and I watch in astonishment as it disappears in and out of your mouth. The sight is so fucking sexy that I stop you and kiss you to lower the level of my excitement. While we kiss I pull your tank top off and start to play with your perfectly hand sized breasts. They taste so good that I lean down and take one in my mouth. I roll my tongue around on it as your hands play with the back of my head. You start to grind your hips into my erection and it causes me to flinch with pleasure. You smile and lean down and bite my neck. That drives me over the edge. I pick you up and place you on the bean bag chair. As I set you down I pull your pajama bottoms half off of you and drive my cock deep inside of you. We both scream in pleasure. I sit there finally inside of you after all of these months of wanting. We look at each other and kiss passionately. After who knows how long of kissing we begin to rock back and forth together. If feels so amazing I cant even begin to describe it. I pull you on top of me and roll onto the cold linoleum. The cold makes my skin break out in goose bumps as you begin to ride me. The sight of you above me is driving me insane. Your hair gently strokes my face as I watch your incredible body bounce and jiggle as you make me feel complete. 

I reach down and rub your clit and you start to shake. You place both of your hands on my chest and drive yourself down even harder. Suddenly you begin to cum very hard. I make you say it out loud. Make you tell me your cumming. I ask you to say it over and over. You start swearing as I roll back on top of you and drive into you. The cold linoleum only heightens the excitement and you cum even harder. I start to feel the tightening in my balls and I pull out and stand. I pull you up to a sitting position and you take me in your mouth just as I begin to cum. Fireworks are explode in my head and leave me unable to think. I lay there holding you with nothing but contentment.

Little by little I start to come back to myself. After a while I ask if you are ready for number two. You look surprised and I say "I have wanted this for soooo long. Did you really think I was only going to make love to you once?" I ask if your ready and after you nod yes I begin too.... 

TO BE CONTINUED...



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Peyton let out a slew of curse words as she bumped her head on the window pane. She bit her lip to hold in a frustrated grunt and continued to push her huge duffle bag and the rest of her body through. Being careful of any sounds she made, Peyton quickly slid back the screen and closed the motel window. She let out a sigh of relief and scanned her surroundings. "Not the best motel in town to sneak into", she thought, "but at least it's rodent free." She walked over to the bed, sat down, and proceeded to strip out of her wet clothing; her soaked biker boots, her jeans, a jacket three sizes too big, an oversized flannel shirt, and a drenched tank top and bra. Once she was down to her panties, Peyton walked into the grimy bathroom and flipped on the light. She started running a bath and glanced at herself in the mirror. She ran her eyes down her curvy frame.

"Not too big, not too small," she assessed.

Peyton was a cool 5'7, with plump breasts, and a flat stomach. Her tight, size ten jeans disagreed with her full ass and thick legs. Peyton glanced at the array of stretch marks over her lower back and sides. 

She let out an "Ugh!" in disgust. 

She ran her fingers over the spider-web design on her deep brown skin. Finally, she looked away, shed her panties, and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. She moaned softly as the steamy water cascaded down her body. She bent her head forward and let the water wash over her short, pixie cut hair. God, I have missed warm showers, she thought. She picked up the soap and ran it down her neck to her lower abdomen. She lathered up with her hands and washed all over. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she passed over her sensitive nipples. She bent down and rubbed the soap over her legs, stopping at the junction between them for just a moment.

"Don't go there," she said aloud and stood straight again.

Once she felt clean, Peyton rinsed off and grabbed a towel. She shut off the water and headed back into the motel room. She glanced at the digital clock on the night stand. 12:47 AM. Sighing, she grabbed lotion and underwear from her bag and got ready for bed.

Once she was all dressed and under the covers, Peyton closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the rain outside her window. She used to love the rain. But then again, those were the times when she couldn't run from it.

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Peyton had snuck back out of the motel by five o'clock and was back roaming the early morning streets. She walked around aimlessly for hours before approaching a giant gothic cathedral. The scent of cornbread and pie wafted through the air. Man, I love Sundays, she thought.

She walked around the side of the church and her suspicions were confirmed: A Sunday Potluck. Suddenly getting very nervous, Peyton clutched her bag close to her side and walked slowly towards the back of the church to find the festivities. She smiled at the various colors of the men and women's Sunday best. She tried hard not to chuckle at the big feathered hats.

"Thank the Lord God Almighty that the rain stopped, "said one of the patrons. "This potluck is perfect with these after-rain blue skies!"

Peyton noticed that the woman speaking was holding a serving dish of golden cornbread and her mouth began to water.

"Mabel! Can you help me with the Boston cream pie?" she heard another female voice say.

Boston cream pie! Peyton felt her stomach rumble and pressed her hand against it. The last thing she had eaten was a package of Ho-Hos and a Red Bull from the morning before.

She looked around a bit before she spotted a priest setting out plastic plates and cups. Timidly, she tapped his shoulder. The little old man looked up at Peyton and smiled a genuine smile. It had been a while since Peyton had seen one of those, and she returned it quickly.

"Uhm... Father," she spoke quietly. "Is this a private potluck or...?"

The man chuckled a bit. "My dear," he said. "All of God's children are welcome."

He handed her a plate and pointed her to where the buffet line began. Peyton attempted to control her salivating and tensely filled her plate; grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, cornbread, catfish, Mac and Cheese, and a second plate to hold a slice of pie. She carried her food over towards the priest and took a seat next to him.

"Thank you," she said shyly, and smiled once again.

While Peyton was stuffing her face, Pastor Donavon took a moment to really observe the newcomer. The sun shown bright against her smooth mocha skin and her hair was cut quite short, a deep black color with bangs over her eyes and short up-curls in the back of her head. She wasn't too frail but her eyes showed that she hadn't had a good meal in quite a while. Her eyes showed deep thought and sadness. Pastor Donavon was happy that at least a meal could ease her pain, even just a little. He glanced down at her attire; the oversized black dress, jacket, and boots didn't give a sign of much money, nor did the tattered duffle bag she kept near her.

"My name is Patrick Donavon," he smiled, "but everyone here calls me Pastor Donavon. What's your name, child?"

"Peyton," she answered between bites.

"What a pretty name," he said sweetly. "May I ask, dear, are you from around here? I've been in this neighborhood for years and I've never seen you before."

"Nope. Just came here."

"And your family? Did they move with you?"

"Nope."

"Are you here with anyone else?"

"Nope."

"If I may say, dear, aren't you a bit young to be on your own in a big city?"

"I'm 22."

"My point exactly."

Peyton looked up at the grey-haired priest. He looked around 60 years old, with a sweet face and kindly eyes. However, she didn't like the questions.

"I'm fine on my own, pastor. Look, if you want me to go-"

"No, no, dear. I'm just curious, is all. I apologize. I didn't mean to pry."

Peyton relaxed a bit. "It's fine," she smiled to reassure him.

"May I ask one more question, dear?"

Peyton nodded.

"If you're here alone, where are you staying? At the university?" 

Peyton stopped eating."No, sir," she answered quietly. Pastor Donavan saw her expression become downcast.

"I understand," he said softly. He placed his hand gently on hers, and smiled once more.

"Well, child, the Church doors are always open. Always." Peyton smiled back.

Hours passed and Peyton spent the time getting to know Pastor Donavon. She learned that he had worked at the church, St. Michael's Cathedral, for 16 years and not only spent his time preaching, but helping with community events, like the potluck. He told her about the volunteers who helped with running the church, working at different events, and aiding the sick and lost. He told her about the extra rooms they had for people who needed shelter at nights.

"The cots are small, but they're warm and dry," he'd told her.

Peyton caught the hint. Once everyone had feasted and left, Peyton stayed behind with the volunteers to help clean up. The whole day had seemed like a stroke of good luck. Time slipped away as she chatted with the kind pastor. There was even a moment where she forgot her situation; but only for a moment.

Once night fell, Pastor Donavon showed her to one of the rooms. It was quite small, with just a bed, closet, and window.

"I'm going home now, dear. I-"

Before he could finish, Peyton wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Thank you," she whispered. He patted her back.

"Now, now, don't worry about it. You can stay as long as you like. You will have to help around the Church during the days. The other volunteers will help you feel right at home."

Peyton gave him one more squeeze before letting him go. Once the pastor had left, Peyton sat down on the small cot and looked out the window. This was home, for now.

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Nate Tennison stretched his 6'5 muscular frame and sighed deeply. It was only Wednesday and he was already tired of work. He did love owning his own construction company, but the business part of it got him down. He also had a lot on his mind already.

He glanced down at his watch. 4:56. He decided to pack it in for the day. He gathered his paperwork into his suitcase and took the elevator down to the underground parking lot. He smiled bright at his black 2010 Chevy Camaro, a twenty-sixth birthday gift to himself for owning a successful company at such a young age.

Instead of driving home like he intended, Nate drove to the church he'd always gone to as a child; St. Michael's Cathedral. Within the 40 minute drive, the dark clouds turned into storm clouds and began pelting down against his car. Nate parked and leisurely strolled into the rain; he absolutely loved the rain. He was soaked by the time he reached the door. He didn't particularly care about his suit at all; he was never really into suits anyway.

He walked in and inhaled the musty scent of old wood and dust. He smiled down at the pews he once sat on with his mother. He heard soft music and looked up to see the children's choir practicing hymns. He waved at them and walked past to the kitchen.

Nate stopped dead in his tracks. The girl in the kitchen had been startled by him and now stood staring like a deer caught in headlights. She was African American, with full cheeks and pouty lips that Nate got his eyes stuck on. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and Nate stifled a groan. Realizing that they'd been stuck like this for almost a minute, Nate cleared his throat.

"Pastor Donavon?"

"This way," she answered sheepishly and led the way. Nate followed her to the pastor's office.

"Thank you," he said quietly. The girl didn't answer, but turned on her heels, and headed back in the other direction. Nate shook his head and knocked the door.

"Come in," he heard a muffled voice say and he walked in. He smiled at the familiar face of a dear family friend.

"Nate! How are you, my boy?" Pastor Donavon beamed as he stood from his desk and gave Nate a hug. Nate bent down to hug the old man.

"Hello, Padré Don. How are you?"

Pastor Donavon chuckled. "Fine, fine," he said. "God is blessing us generously. Your mother was sad about not seeing you at the potluck on Sunday."

"I know. But you know how it is, with work and all."

Nate chided himself for the lame excuse. He was avoiding his mother for a different reason.

"Did they hoard her Boston cream pie?"

"I'm sure we can find a piece for you," the priest chuckled and sighed. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here, Nate? I haven't seen you since the funeral."

"Yeah," Nate's throat felt tight, "Well, I have a moral dilemma."

"I'm all ears."

"You see," Nate began. "The other day I was driving to work and I pasted the clinic, as usual. But that day, there were protesters. They were protesting the abortions."

The Pastor gave him a knowing nod."Did it bother you seeing that?"

"Well, yeah... and no," Nate sighed. "I mean, I know that I am pro-choice but after what happened with Addison, I saw the picketers out there and I didn't feel supportive or against them."

"Well, son, your plight is a grave one indeed, but these are feelings that will confuse you until you deal with the death of your son."

Nate tilted his head at the pastor. "I have dealt with it."

Pastor Donavon didn't look so sure.

"I have!" Nate exclaimed, raising his voice more than he meant to. The pastor just looked at him sympathetically, which angered Nate more.

"Look, I just came for help," he said, exasperated. "You obviously have none for me, so I'll be on my way." Nate turned to leave.

"Wait, Nate!"

"What?" Nate answered without looking back.

"Have some pie, son."

Nate nodded and walked out the door. He was going to storm through the kitchen, but remembered the girl. He entered quietly and saw her setting out a platter of cookies, probably for the choir kids. She was pleasantly humming as she went about her business. Nate stepped forward and she looked up at him. This time, she smiled. Nate took note of how cute she looked smiling. I bet she looks cute doing everything, he thought.

"Everything go well?" She asked.

"Yeah. The Padré wants me to get some pie."

"The Padré?"

"My nickname for him."

The girl nodded and turned around to the fridge. She bent down, searching. Nate couldn't help but eye her round, heart shaped ass. He walked closer to the island counter and got a better look. Though her dress was a bit loose, he could still see the curve of her sweet bottom and he felt the blood in his head run south.

She stood up and brought out a pie tin with one slice left.

"You're in luck! The last slice." She turned and grabbed a plate from the cupboard. Nate watch her attentively, oddly fascinated by the fluidity of her movements. As she transferred the pie to the plate, a bit of cream got on her finger. She placed a fork on the plate and passed it to him. Before he dug in, Nate watched as she stuck her finger between her soft looking lips and sucked the cream off. The way her lips wrapped around her small finger made him shift in his seat.

"Thank you," he said, trying not to sound in pain. "My name is Nate, by the way."

"Peyton." She answered curtly and went back to pouring milk in the little cups for the children.

Nate was a little put off by this. Women usually swooned around him. He wasn't an egomaniac, but at 6'5 with a lean, muscular worker's body, short, brown hair, sun-kissed tanned skin, and dark blue eyes that you could swim in, Nate knew he wasn't ugly. He decided to turn up the charm.

"So, Peyton. That's a pretty name."

"I guess," she said, not even looking up.

"Does it mean anything special? Like 'beautiful woman', perhaps?"

"I have no clue. Does Nate mean anything? 'Sweet talker', perhaps?"

"I have no clue," Nate smirked.

Peyton glanced up at him and smirked herself. She went back about her business and neither of them spoke while Nate ate. When he was done, he got up and went around the counter island to the sink, standing right next to Peyton. She had been trying to play it cool until this delicious Nate fellow left, but she was now painfully aware of his presence. She looked up at him, but he kept his eyes on the dish he was washing.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked suddenly. "You're really wet."

"Oh," he said, looking down at himself. "Yes, actually. I guess I've been ignoring it."

Peyton turned around and left the room for a moment. She came back with a towel, and stretched out her arm to hand it to him.

"Thank you," Nate said as he reached for the towel. His fingers brushed against hers and, for a second, all he could feel was the electricity radiating from her skin.

Peyton gasped quietly and quickly retracted her hand. Nate stared down at her for a moment before wrapping the towel around his neck. As he dried off his head, Peyton took a second to admire the shape of his body as his shirt clung to every muscle. She wondered what he did to maintain such perfect abs. She wet her lips at the thought. Nate pulled the towel from his head looked down to see her staring at his body. He smirked inwardly.

"Thanks, again," he said loudly enough to interrupt what he knew were dirty thoughts. He set a big shit-eating grin onto his face and could see that his presence was making her flustered.

"No problem. Excuse me." Peyton said as she tried to pass him to tell the children the snacks where ready.

They both moved left and she ended up closer to him. Her chest wasn't more than three inches away from his. She could feel his warm breath tickle across her skin. She looked up into his eyes and saw that they'd lost their humor and were now dark and serious. She suppressed the urge to swallow, but held his gaze. 

Nate inhaled her scent of vanilla and seemed to feel the warmth emanating off her body. He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. He began to lean down and Peyton hooded her eyes, expecting him to kiss her. Instead, she felt his breath on her neck as he planted a kiss just beneath her ear, against her jaw. Peyton gasped, as she felt like his lips had scorched her. She pulled away.

"I-it was n-nice meeting you, Nate," Peyton stuttered. "Goodnight."

She grabbed the trays of snacks and went back out into the main church hall. Nate stood for a moment, processing what he'd just done on impulse. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, savoring what little of her sweet taste he'd gotten. Her reaction brought a smile to his face. He thought of her as he strolled out; this quiet, gorgeous woman whom he'd just met, but craved like he'd know her for ages.

Peyton



Home



It had been four days since the captain left with his men to go scout out the area for potential enemies; dressing in light armor with their horses dressed in their saddles they left leaving a cloud of dust in their trail. Women and children hustled about the camp preparing for when the men would return: children watching younger children giving their mothers time to cook and clean up around camp.

The first sign of trouble was the smoke rising in the air: as the smoke rose up into the air it made ominous clouds in the sky as the sun set on the first day, lighting it up as if it were on fire. The women in the camp panicked as they all ran about trying to figure out where their children were. The captain's wife however stood in the middle of the camp staring at the smoke dreading what the outcome could be. The captain would be the main target for the enemy; without a captain the men would lose hope and direction. However, the captain would know this and would keep himself protected as best as possible. The captain's wife slowly came out of her trance and began passing orders around to the women.

"Prepare a clean room for the wounded...start cooking and preparing meals...get the doctors prepared for wounded...send your children to the elder and she will look after them." The orders were carried out without hesitation, now all that was left to do was sit and wait for the men's return. At sunset on the forth day finally the red sky showed a silhouette of a man walking towards the camp. He barely managed to make it to the edge of camp when he fell over. It was one of their men and he was wounded severely. Instantly women swarmed around him taking him to the doctors; it went on like this for hours into the night, a few stragglers coming in every few minutes.

The screaming and moaning of men in the camp started as a dull roar that seemed to grow louder with each wounded man arriving. The 'hospital' now had floors stained red with the blood of the wounded; supplies were growing low as each patient was seen. The smell of burned flesh hung strongly in the air as flesh was burned to stop bleeding; the doctors had to take a break every few minutes for fear of passing out from the heat and smell. The Captain's wife walked through the rows of beds stopping to talk to the men who were awake every once in a while. Her presence was welcomed by the nurses, doctors, and wounded due to her calming nature and soft voice as she spoke.

By midnight all the screaming of the wounded had stopped due to them passing out from the pain or just relaxing as sleep overwhelmed their senses. The peace was disturbing; none of the men that had returned had news of the captain or the other men or what had gone wrong. Women roamed the beds in the 'hospital' in search of their husband or sons; some were relieved others were like ghosts, just standing and observing the lucky ones who sat by their husband or son, soothing their pains. Sleep that night did not come easy to any of the women that night; Fear of losing the men that had returned scared all the women and fear of more men not returning scared them as well. Somehow everyone eventually found sleep even if it was only a few minutes at a time; it was enough to keep them strong.

The Captain's wife was woken by horse hooves hitting the ground outside the tent; she emerged to see the women running about the camp helping the men off their horses and into the 'hospital'. Instantly, she was at work helping the doctors gather supplies and help the wounded. When it slowly calmed down she began to walk around in search of one man. She walked out of the tent to the captains war quarters and pulled back the door; her breathing stilled as she saw him standing there talking with his men in low voices. She could not help the smile that graced her face; sure he was covered in blood and dirt, probably some of his own blood, but it was the fact that he was home that made her smile. 

"My love, you should be taking care of my men not standing there smiling at me." His voice was stern but the smile that lit his eyes showed his teasing nature. The smile on her face would not go away no matter how much she urged it to do so. "What have you done to my composed wife? Were you afraid I would not return to you?"

"Of course not...I actually came to check up on these gentlemen for their wives' sakes. You just happened to be an unexpected surprise." She stated this with no emotion. She had already embarrassed herself by going and searching for him when she knew his men's needs were uppermost important to him. "I shall leave now but you all need to see the doctor."

"As soon as the rest of the men are attended to we will. Now go so we can continue our talk." His voice was rough but at the same time his eyes showed his desire to kiss and hold her close to him. She left without another word and started to pass out bowls of food to the men who could eat and that had been seen by the doctor. His men shook their heads at him and teased him for his harshness and lack of care to his wife. 

"I will not have my men acting like this in my presence! Go to your wives and be foolish with them." His men left quickly, their ploy to get out of there had worked; they rushed quickly to their tents to see their wives.

It was dusk by the time all the men were looked at and cared for...all except the Captain. She gently grabbed one of the best doctors and also grabbed supplies, shaking her head at her husband's lack of responsibility to himself. She took the doctor to the Captain's tent, as they entered he was slumped in his chair holding his head in his hands, she cleared her throat which gained the Captains attention instantly. 

"All your men have been seen to and now whether you like it or not, it is your turn." The captain hated doctors and would avoid them at all cost however, he could not deny his wife anything. 

"If you must..." He didn't have a chance to finish what he was saying because the doctor quickly removed his shirt knowing how stubborn the Captain was. She gasped as she saw his chest; a slash lay over his heart, going from his shoulder down. Not too deep but still it was a close call...too close for comfort. 

"Leave! and go prepare me some food." His voice came out harsher then necessary but his eyes were pleading with her, she looked terrified and he couldn't see her that way. She left quickly without protest.

She quickly made her way to their tent unable to keep from shaking; she had to keep herself busy. It would be a few hours until her husband would come to bed so she had time. She decided to boil water to bathe with and wash the grime of the day from her; the smell of lavender rose into the air as she let herself sink into the warm bath. She slowly washed herself allowing her mind to wander on happier things as she allowed the hot water relax her. She stepped out of the basin and dried herself; applying lotion to herself she slowly massaged her tired muscles. Grabbing a simple silk nightgown that went to the floor she decided what to do. Pulling her hair up into a bun she started to get to work.

After a few hours of being fixed up the Captain enter his tent to be met with a surprise; his wife was sitting in her chair at the table in a beautiful silk white nightgown, and the tent was aglow with candles, and the smell of food rose into the air. He smiled as she stood up and walked towards him, he watched her hips sway and he looked up to meet her eyes that were filled with worry. He could not help himself, one long stride and he was in front of her holding her head in his hands as he kissed her. He pulled back to see her eyes were glossy with withheld tears, "So you weren't worried about me?"

"No, I wasn't." She shook her head stubbornly however the tear that escaped her eye gave her up easily; He smiled as he bent down once more to kiss her, this time she wrapped her arms around his neck holding him to her. She slowly pulled away, "I was terrified..." 

He kissed her once again not allowing her to go on, the fear she had was evident as it always was and he could not stand watching her crumble from it. "Something smells wonderful..." He pulled away smiling trying to ease her worries and tears. "Is it you or is it my dinner? Or both?"

"I'm sure it's your dinner you smell." She had a slight glow to her cheeks even though she tried to suppress it. "Please come sit with me and eat my warrior?" He smiled, hearing her voice for the first time in four days. 

He ate in silence savouring the food; as he sat back in the chair he gazed at the woman across from him who had suddenly stood up. She walked over to him and without giving her time to do anything he pulled her close so that his head was on her stomach. He kissed it softly...wanting nothing more than his child to be growing there; his hand softly grazed her butt. "No, I do believe I was smelling you earlier, my love." 

Before he could do anything more she took his hand and brought it up to her lips as she kissed it slowly pulling him up out of his seat. He saw where she was leading him and couldn't help but smile; in the corner was a basin with steaming water in it, no doubt for him to enjoy.

He slowly went to lift his shirt over his head as his wife softly touched his hand to stop him; he paused looking at her with a smile as she began to lift his shirt off of him. The shirt fell to the floor without a sound as she began to run her hands over his chest; scars from previous battles marred his skin but the one from this battle shook her to the core. Her hand shook as she grazed the wound softly with her finger afraid she might hurt him; he chuckled and took her hand and firmly pressed it to the wound while smiling, "It doesn't hurt, Love and besides you're tickling me with those soft fingers."

She smiled at him as she slowly pressed a kiss to the wound and moved her way around him to gaze at his back; making sure the doctor did not miss anything. Finally satisfied she moved back around to his front and began to remove his pants; they slowly fell to the floor but before the captain could make a move to touch his wife she grabbed his hands to restrain him. He smiled at her attempt but did not move knowing he would eventually gain control; she was worried about him and just needs to see to him first at the moment; which he gladly accepted.

He slowly lowered himself into the bath to please her; as he stepped in he realised just how sore he truly was. He sat completely in the bath able to stretch out just a bit; his wife sat at the far edge of the bath on a short stool. She slowly dipped a wash cloth into the water and grabbed the soap creating a rich lather; her hand slowly reached into the water to take a hold of his foot. She began to wash and massage his foot at the same time; slowly working her way up his leg as she continued massaging and cleaning. 

She proceeded to do this with his other leg causing him to relax even more; she stopped the massage to move the stool towards his head to continue her cleaning. Once again working up lather she began to wash his stomach; running her hands over the taught muscles she started a gentle massage loosening the muscles. Slowly her hands began to move up to his chest where she applied a little more pressure while washing. She stood up once more and repositioned herself behind his head; she softly nudged him forward so that he sat up so she could clean his back. After she was done with his back he slowly sat back almost dreading the fact that she had once again stopped.

She slowly untied his hair from his neck and reached for a cup; pouring the warm water over his head trying to soak his hair completely. He finally helped her by leaning his head back into the bath itself. When he sat back up, she leaned him back so that his neck was resting on the edge of the bath as she slowly began to massage his head. He leaned his head into her hands as he relaxed completely; her hands started to massage his neck while still washing his hair. 

His eyes slowly opened as his hand reached back to his wife's neck; he carefully brought her lips down to his. She pulled away to rinse his hair out and he let out a groan of disappointment; once his hair was rinsed she stood up to go fetch a towel for him, as she passed buy the tub he grabbed her wrist. She shook her head at him as she saw the wicked grin spreading on his lips. "Don't you dare!" She was in the water before her sentence was finished.

She glared at him and his smirk grew; he pulled her down on top of him to gain access to her lips once more. He softly bit at her lip to gain access to her mouth; she complied without hesitation. His hands moved down her sides as he slowly bunched up her nightgown with his fingers; he slowly pulled the dress over her head breaking the kiss for a moment as he did so. 

Her nipples were hard from excitement and the cooling water; she slowly leaned back a little and smiled at him as he softly cupped her breasts in his hands. "What are you smiling about, beautiful?" He asked in a seductive but curious voice. 

His breathing suddenly stopped as he felt her hand graze over his cock; she gently stroked him, "I forgot to wash this." Her innocent answer was quickly caught as a lie as her hand sped up on him. He groaned because he could not easily touch her body and the pleasure she was giving him was just not enough for him.

He slowly pulled her hand away as he carefully stood to climb out of the bath when her tongue slid out and over him causing him to shudder. Her warm inviting mouth slowly took him in as his breathing became more desperate; he gently grabbed her hair to still her head but she would have none of it. She sped up just a tad adding a little more pressure as she did so. He groaned as she quickened her pace; no longer wanting to stop her but still wanting to hold her hair in his firm grip; he did not release her. 

All that seemed to do was increase her hunger for him as she sped up some more and slowly circled his head with her tongue; gaining a shudder from him like she knew would happen. She kept up the pace and pressure as his hand gripped her hair tighter; he never tried to control her movements. 

She felt him tighten up and knew he was very close so she sped up just a little more and earned hearing her name spill from his lips as he came in her mouth. She was still sucking on him as he came enjoying the feeling of him shuddering with pleasure; he slowly became a little softer in her mouth but not entirely shrinking. 

She looked up at him with a pouting face and he quickly pulled her up to him and claimed her mouth with his. He pulled away from her for a second to question her, "What is wrong, love?" 

"I did not please you as well as I thought I did." 

"No baby, I just have many plans for us tonight and they are too vivid for me to be put at ease." He roughly claimed her lips once more as her arms reached up behind his head to pull him closer.

Full of hunger for her he picked her up bridal style and carried her to their bed; the bed he had not been in for the past four nights. He laid her down gently on the bed, pulling away from her to gaze at her body; he slowly moved her to the edge where he knelt in front of her. Her body shivered with what was to come as he took her foot in his hand; he slowly brought it up to his lips and place a feather light kiss on the center causing her to laugh and squirm. 

He smiled as he continued to kiss his way along her foot to her calf where he drew little circles with his tongue. His mouth moved slowly onward as it reached her thigh he felt her shudder, he softly began to nip her thigh as he still planted kisses trailed by his tongue. He stopped his kissing as he reached her hot entrance, not wanting to give her that pleasure just yet. 

He placed her knee on his shoulder as he picked up her other foot and did the ritual all over again to that leg causing her to softly start begging for him to touch her. He smiled as he reached her thigh once more and placed her knee on his other shoulder; he smiled as he felt her shudder once more.

He slowly lifted his hand to trail just the out side of her heated core causing her hips to lift off the bed as she tried to get him to actually touch her. He smiled, loving the way she reacted to him; he slid the full length of his finger along her slit causing her to moan in pleasure. 

She was slick and very ready for him but he did not want her like that just yet; as he slowly slid a finger inside of her; she became even wetter her hips tried to grind onto his finger. He took his finger out and watched her look at him as he slid it into his mouth tasting her, she laid her head back down as she saw this, he was intentionally teasing her. He slowly lowered her legs to his sides as her feet touched the ground; she was now spread open for him and he was enthralled with the sight as he slid the same finger back inside her, her back arched as she felt his finger enter her once more.

This time he slowly began to move his finger in and out of her causing her to moan as he added another. It still wasn't enough for her; she kept trying to grind her hips onto his finger trying to get some relief. He simply smiled and would not allow it as he kept moving his fingers in and out of her. 

Slowly her begging for his mouth became a bit more desperate and without warning his tongue touched her lightly causing her to moan. He slowly began to work his tongue on her clit making her squirm and moan; he applied more pressure with his tongue as he felt her tense up.

Her release was amazing as his finger still surging deep with in her caused her to go over the edge once more. Finally she had to reach down and grab his head to pull him up to her lips as he kissed her his tongue slid into her mouth enjoying they way her tongue moved over his.

She started to grin as she felt his hard cock pressed into her hip as he kissed her breasts, she did not want to stop him but she wanted his cock. She slowly moved her hand to his shoulder and pushed causing him to roll over; he never lost contact with the breast he was suckling on.

She giggled as his hands softly went down her sides; she slowly pulled her body away from him as she straddled him in the air right above his cock. She softly took a hold of him and slowly slid him across her slit allowing him to enter just a little. He groaned at her teasing and became impatient just as she lowered herself completely on top of him; causing him to lose his breath for a moment.He began to finally breathe as he felt her rocking on top of him; slowly teasing him and torturing him. She began to bounce a little as she ground down on to him every once in a while. 

The pleasure he was getting was great but he needed more; however when he looked up to her face he knew she was getting pleasure and decided to help her along before he took her the way he wanted. 

His hand carefully snaked up to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple causing her to move a little faster. Slowly his hand slid down to her slit where he lightly touched her clit and watched her eyes widen as she released a moan. He kept up his soft touching for a few minutes until he felt her tighten around him and he applied a little more pressure sending her over the edge; she continued to ride him until she collapsed and was unable to move. 

He flipped her over so he was towering above her as she was still trying to gain control of her breathing he slid her to the edge of the bed; where he once again flipped her over so she was laying on her stomach.

He never left her body as he moved her, already her breathing was heavy and ragged. He smiled as he began to slide in and out of her slowly increasing his pace as he did so. He saw her hand reach below her to her hot slit and all that did was increase his desire; he started to pound into her afraid of hurting her but unable to stop himself. 




Home



He slowly leaned over and asked her to suck on his finger for a moment; she gladly did even though she wasn't quite sure what he was planning. He removed his finger and slowly increased his speed and he pierced her rear with his finger; causing her to moan and tense a little. Soon she was relaxed and started meeting his thrusts once more as her hand continued on her clit.

He smiled at how wet she was from her excitement; it aided him in doing what he wanted as he slid another finger into her butt. This time instead of tensing up she pushed back harder against him; this made him push his fingers a little deeper as he plunged inside her hot, dripping core. 

He listened closely to her breathing to pick the right time to slide from her hot hole and into her ass. As he heard it he felt her tighten around him and he quickly slid out of her soaking hole and into her tight rear. He moaned as he entered her and he realised she had tightened up and was no longer relaxed with this new invasion. He quickly flipped her back over so that she was looking up at him and he saw the pain on her face as he slid in and out of her; he smiled at her knowing she wouldn't stop him no matter how much it hurt.

He slowly began to finger her hot slit; trying to relax her once more as he continued to slide in and out of her. She slowly began to moan and relax as he fingered her; making it a bit easier for him to slide in and out of her butt. He only got a few more strokes in before he began to tighten up; he slid his finger out of her and reached for her hand and brought it to her own wet slit and slowly she began to finger herself as he grabbed her hips and started riding her harder as he climaxed; she shuddered as she felt her final release for the night.

He slowly climbed onto the bed and dragged her body up to his. He kissed her for a minute savouring the feeling of her lips, even though she was falling asleep while kissing him he still enjoyed it. Her head found its way to his chest where she drifted to sleep with her arm draped across his body. "I love you my beautiful wife. No one could ever please me the way you do, my love." 

She smiled as she heard his soft words and replied with a simple, "I know and I love you too." Shocked at the fact that she heard him he softly stroked her hair until he heard her deep even breathing and soon he himself joined in with her breathing.



Home



"Are you really sure about this? It's a hell of a responsibility."

"No, I'm not sure, but it's done now and there's no going back."

"Yes there is; you could always..."

"He's my son, Mary: I've let him down once and I have no intention of doing it again."

"You didn't let him down, Helen. You didn't know... how could you have known?"

"I wasn't there. I wasn't there with him. I couldn't protect him."

"Now that's just ridiculous. How could you have been there? You didn't know this was going to happen."

"But I should have. I should have listened to him. I should never have driven him away."

"Stop it. Stop it right now. This was NOT your fault. You did what you felt you had to do; what you thought was right."

"But I didn't." Helen turned to meet her friend's eyes, which were dark with concern. "I didn't do what I thought was right. I let Robert do what HE thought was right. He's never liked Ryden. There's always been bad feeling between them and I knew at the time that he wasn't thinking of Ryden; only of himself. I should have stood up for him. I should never have sent him out there alone."

"Helen... you can't... What happened was not your fault. It was an accident: pure and simple. It was just an accident."

"Was it? I'm not so sure about that."

"What do you mean? Surely you can't think that..."

"Why not? Look at him, Mary. The doctors have no explanation for why he is as he is. He's not in a coma any more. He's responsive; he's even conscious sometimes. He's aware, knows who we are; where he is but he just won't wake up. The best explanation they can give is that it's psychological. He doesn't want to come back to us... why? If it was just an accident then why...?"

"You don't think he... that he...?"

"No! No; not that. Ryden's... he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't take his own life. When he left he was angry; really angry but... he wasn't desperate or depressed. He was determined to ... to show us that he could be make it on his own. He wouldn't have..."

"Then what? Do you think that someone else... that someone pushed him?"

"I don't know."

"But who...? Who would do something like that? Ryden's a popular boy. He's got lots of friends and okay that makes enemies too but there's no one who would go as far as that. That's... that's a huge thing, Helen-- to push someone over a cliff. That's..."

"I know. I know. It just... it doesn't feel right. Ryden's been walking that path since he was ten years old. Why now? Why would he fall now?"

"I can't give you answers, Mary. I can't give you anything."

Helen smiled warmly. "You give me an ear, Mary; you give me a shoulder to cry on. That's... so much."

"Still... I come back to my first question; are you really sure about this? He need so much care."

"The nurses at the hospital have been wonderful. They've shown me what I need to do and the district nurse is coming round twice a day to help get him up, and settle him down for the night. I know it isn't going to be easy; I never expected it to be easy but this is... The doctors have tried everything, and they think maybe being here in familiar surroundings, with people coming and going and his friends back and forth... That's why we've brought his bed downstairs."

"That's another thing.. Shouldn't you have a hospital bed at least? And what about all the equipment. Surely there should me—more. He looks so vulnerable."

"They wouldn't have sent him home if they weren't sure he'd be okay. Physically, he's as stable as he's going to be. I wouldn't know how to use the equipment if I had it. I can barely manage the IV and the catheter. It's a struggle sometimes to get him to drink those energy shakes they gave me, but that's the worst... well... apart from seeing him like this."

She turned and tenderly brushed strands of bright golden hair out of her son's face. He sighed and his lips twitched as long pale lashes fluttered and lifted over startling blue eyes. For a moment he mirrored his mother's smile and then, with another sigh the lashes lowered and he drifted away again. Helen stroked his cheek and turned away, with tears in his eyes.

"Nothing is too much, Mary. He's my son. If this doesn't work... I don't want him to go to a long term care facility. They're terrible places. It's where they put people to exist until they die. I can't... I just can't let that happen."

Mary pulled her friend into her arms. "Oh Helen I'm so sorry; I'm so sorry this had to happen to you. You don't deserve this. None of you deserve this."

For a moment Helen rested her head on her friend's shoulder, then she pushed away and drew herself up. "Life's not fair. We just have to make the best we can of it. I'm determined to do this; to make a difference for him. Everyone's been wonderful. Once he's settled in, his friends are going to come round to visit. We're going to play his music; put his favourite DVD's on. Something has to get through to him. Something..."

"I'll help you in any way I can; you know that."

"Yes, I know."

"What about Luke?"

"What?" Mary wondered why her friend looked so startled. "What about him?"

"He's Ryden's best friend isn't he? And he hasn't been to visit; not since the very beginning. Are you going to be able to persuade him to come here?"

Helen let her head drop. "I don't know. I don't know what he's thinking, why he's stayed away. Maybe he couldn't cope. Maybe..."

"It's alright, Helen," she said slowly and carefully. "You don't have to put up defences with me. If you can't trust your best friend, then who?"

Helen raised her head and looked into her friend's eyes. All she saw was concern and sympathy. "You know?"

"A lot longer than you have."

"But... how?"

"They needed a safe place to go; somewhere they could be themselves. Cory supplied it. No one ever told me; not officially, but I knew and they all knew I knew."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't my place, Helen. They hadn't told me and, for whatever reason, they didn't feel they could tell you so I didn't think it was right for me to do it either."

Helen nodded slowly, relief creeping through her like a soothing balm. At least now she had someone to talk to.

"Do you think anyone else knows?"

"Possibly. Not from me or Cory, that's for sure. There may be others Ry and Luke trusted, but I don't know."

Slowly Helen nodded then glanced at her son. "If only he'd told me sooner. Before Robert..."

"You didn't throw him out did you?" Mary asked, her voice sharper than she had intended

"No, of course not. I think Robert might have but it's not his choice, not his house. He's more concerned about his image than anything else— that and the fact he's always hated Ry. And don't try to say he hasn't..."

"I'm not going to say that, Helen."

She nodded and continued. "There was a huge row. Things were said, terrible things— by everyone. He... he said that if we didn't accept him for who and what he is then he didn't want to live with us anymore. He stormed out and Robert wouldn't let me go after him. He said it'd do us all good to have time to settle down. At the time, I agreed with him."

"He was heading for Luke's I presume."

"It looks like it. If only I'd been less judgemental: if I hadn't been so quick to side with Robert..."

"This world is full of 'if only's', Helen. None of them are productive. There's no point in raking over the past. You have to look to the future... make it the best you can."

"What do you think Mary? Do you think it's going to work? Do you think he's going to get better?"

Mary looked down at her best friend's son. She'd known Ryden all his life. He was the same age as her son, Cory, and they'd always been friends. The three of them had been inseparable since the day they met. The three musketeers: Cory, Ryden and Luke. She knew every inch of his face, his smile, his brightness. He looked like an angel; his pretty face relaxed in sleep and his golden hair curling slightly around his shoulders. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips and his eyelids were fluttering as he dreamed. She wondered what he was dreaming about.

Lifting her eyes to her friend, Mary shrugged. "Who knows? I really hope so."

***

After three days Helen was searching desperately for signs of improvement. Maybe he was conscious for a little longer; maybe there was a little more colour in his cheeks; maybe he was a little stronger. Maybe...

"It's early days, Helen. You shouldn't put so much pressure on yourself."

With a sigh, she looked up and smiled. Sam, the district nurse was a friend; well, an acquaintance. They'd been school friends, but had drifted apart, like people do.

"I know but..."

"You know the score. One day at a time." 

Helen nodded and smiled faintly as she continued brushing Ryden's hair. Sam gathered together the damp towels and took them into the bathroom. When she came back to collect the bowl of water and flannels she caught the look that Helen was giving her son. He seemed to enjoy having his body washed and his hair brushed. He often woke and actively participated for a few minutes before drifting away again.

She'd never seen anything like it before. In her time working in hospitals she'd cared for comatose patients and those who, because of the drugs they were being given, were hovering on the verges of consciousness. Ryden was neither. In the short periods he was awake he was lucid; could exchange a few words; knew where he was and who was with him. It didn't make sense; but then, the human mind often didn't.

There was no question that he'd been seriously injured when he fell from the cliff on that fateful day. He'd broken his back in three places, suffered a serious head injury and internal injuries, all of which had healed during the eight weeks he was in a coma. Everyone had been delighted when he woke... except that he hadn't; not really.

He was awake now; smiling up at his mother with his beautiful eyes, an equally beautiful expression shining out of them.

"Okay, sweetheart?"

His response was a smile.

She stroked his cheek. "Are you comfortable?"

"Hmm."

"Do you think you could drink some milkshake for me? You haven't had any today; you must be hungry."

"Hmm."

Helen took a bottle from the bedside table and held the straw to his lips. Obediently they parted and he drank. 

After a while he stopped drinking and Helen put the bottle down and smiled at him again. "That was good, darling; really good. You drank almost a whole one. Does that feel better?"

He smiled and his eyes slid past her to wander the room. "Luke," he whispered. Helen hung her head and raised his hand to her lips. His fingers curled gently around hers and his eyes wandered back to her.

"He's not here right now sweetheart: maybe later."

"Oh." He frowned, blinking.

"Don't go to sleep, sweetheart; not yet...please. Just a little while. Please try. Won't you talk to me?"

Ryden smiled sleepily and nodded. He licked his lips and grunted softly, frowning as if he was surprised by what had come out. He tried again. "Luke."

Helen swallowed heavily and forced herself to smile. "Would you like to see Luke? Should I ask him to come and see you?"

"Luke?"

"He'll come soon, sweetheart. Would you like to listen to some music? Or watch a film?"

"Um...no."

"What would you like to do?"

"I..." A fleeting frown passed over his face then he sighed. "I..." Before he finished his fingers went slack in her hand and he fell asleep again.

"Oh, Ry. Why? I just want..."

She jumped at the touch of a hand on her shoulder. She'd forgotten about Sam.

"It will come, Helen. Have faith. He's a strong boy and he's trying."

"Is he? Sometimes I wonder."

"Has Luke been to see him yet?"

"No. I thought... I don't know why."

"Maybe he's not sure he'd be welcome."

"But why?"

"I don't know, but I got the feeling... It felt as if Robert doesn't like him."

"Robert doesn't like anyone."

Sam laughed. "I know. It's always surprised me that you two ended up together."

"Tell me about it."

"Trouble in paradise?"

"No, not really. It's just sometimes... Never mind. I'm sorry Sam, I'm keeping you."

"Not at all. It's always a pleasure. Ryden's a beautiful boy."

"Yes, yes he is. I'm very proud of him."

"Would you like me to change the bags while I'm here? The doctor wants me to increase the medication in the IV; just to see."

"Does that mean...?"

"It means that the doctor wants me to increase the medication— just a little."

Helen smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

***

When Sam left Helen stood for a while, looking down at Ryden. He was restless. It was happening a lot lately. At first she'd thought it was a good sign, but now she wasn't so sure. Sometimes, he cried out or silently wept. Sometimes, when he woke his eyes were so sad.

She stroked his hair and murmured reassurances to him. After a while, he settled and she was rewarded when he opened his eyes and blinked at her.

"Mam."

"I' m here, baby."

"Mam?"

"What is it?"

"Hurt."

"Are you in pain sweetheart? Do you want some painkillers?"

He shook his head and took a deep breath. "I... fell."

"Yes... yes you did. You fell a long way." Helen's heart was racing. This was the first time he'd ever mentioned what happened to him. She thought he hadn't remembered.

"I... it...hurt."

"Yes; it did. I know it did." Gently she stroked his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"S...scared."

"You were scared? When you fell?"

He didn't answer and his eyes were flickering again. "Oh baby, I wish..."

With a great effort he forced his eyes open. "Mam," he whispered weakly. "I... don't... want..."

"I know. I know you don't. I know you try. I know you try so hard. I want you back with me, Ry and I know you're trying. I know."

He tried to smile but his eyes rolled and there was nothing he could do to stop himself slipping away.

Helen bent her head to rest on his chest and wept.

Eventually, she took a deep breath and sat up, determination strengthening her resolved. She picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello?" a pleasant voice asked.

"It's Helen, Helen Baker. I'm Ryden's mother."

"I know who you are." The voice had turned cold and it shocked her.

"I... I was wondering if Luke..."

"Luke's not here; not for you."

"But, but I..."

"Look. Tt's not my place to say but you and your family have done enough to him. You have NO idea how much all this has hurt him. If you really want to destroy him then do your best, but it will be over my dead body and if you even try to hurt him again, I'll see you in hell."

Helen was left staring at the phone which had been abruptly disconnected. What the hell...?

She was still staring at it when the door opened a few minutes later. "Robert."

"I've hardly seen you these last few days." She could have sworn the look he sent to Ryden was resentful.

"I've been busy," she said coldly.

Robert smiled, somewhat falsely she thought, and bent to kiss her. He left his hand on her shoulder as he stood and gazed at Ryden.

"How is he?" For the first time she realised that his voice, when he spoke to or of Ryden, had very little emotion.

"The same."

"It doesn't seem as if this plan is working."

"Not yet."

"How long—?"

"As long as it takes," she snapped and Robert gave her a look that was somewhere between anger and shock.

"Of course; of course."

He walked over to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a whisky.

"I've just had a strange conversation with Luke's mother."

"What do you mean 'strange'?"

"She was quite hostile. She seemed to think we've hurt Luke."

"We haven't seen hide nor hair of Luke."

"Don't you think that's strange?"

"I thought he would have cared a bit more, yes. He seemed to, in the beginning."

"Yes. It's strange how he suddenly just stopped coming."

"Perhaps he found it too painful. Ryden was in a mess at the beginning."

"Maybe. But why not now? Why hasn't he come now? He knows Ryden's better. Surely he'd know..."

"Helen, we can speculate 'til kingdom come but there's only one way to know. Maybe you need to speak to the boy himself."

"I don't know how I can. His mother seems determined not to allow me anywhere near him."

"Why not ask some of his friends to speak to him; ask him to call round."

Helen beamed up at him. "You're a genius. Of course. Thank you so much, darling."

He raised her to her feet and kissed her. Happily she put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. Robert put his drink down and pushed her off a little so that he could look down into her eyes.

"I know I haven't always been the best father I could have been to him. He's so stubborn and wayward. I handled it badly. I tried to start off by asserting authority and he fought me from the very beginning. I was wrong: I know it now. He's a good boy, Helen: maybe I only realised that since the accident but I have always loved him. I'd do anything to see him well again. Whatever it takes."

"Oh Robert." She brought his head down and kissed him more tenderly. "That means such a lot to me."

"I know," he said stroking her back.

***

Later that day some of Ryden's friends called round, as they did every day. They took it in turns to make sure that someone spent at least an hour with him every day. Helen was so grateful. She hadn't realised how popular he was; how much his friends cared about him. It made her proud.

Today it was Cory, Mary's son and Ryden's closest friend, besides Luke. With him was Lucy, his girlfriend and also a good friend of Ryden and Luke. Helen remembered what Mary had said about Cory providing a safe place for them and hugged him warmly. Cory flushed, surprised and embarrassed.

"Um... yeah... thanks Mrs Baker."

"Your mother told me about your kindness to Luke and Ryden. It means a lot to me."

Cory's eyes widened. "You know?"

"Yes; which is why I'm very surprised Luke hasn't been to see Ryden since he's been home. Everyone else had been so kind but..."

Cory and Lucy exchanged embarrassed looks. "Umm."

"If you know, please tell me. The only thing I care about is my son. He's asked for Luke so many times and I really think that seeing him would help. Please tell him that; ask him to come, please."

"I think... I think he feels he wouldn't be welcome here... given the circumstances."

"He'll always be welcome here, Cory; for what he means to Ryden, if nothing else."

"We'll tell him," Lucy said when Cory was too embarrassed to speak, "although he's thinking of going away."

"Going away? Where? I though... I thought he was going to work in the museum. He's already started hasn't he?"

"He did but when... when... After the accident he couldn't focus and he left and then... Well I don't know why but he... he's been applying for jobs in London and Manchester. I don't know if he's got anything lined up yet, but he was in London over the weekend. He's back today."

"Oh no. No. Ryden will be devastated. He... I thought..." She took a deep breath, realising what she was doing. These young people didn't deserve to be burdened with her fears. "I would be very grateful if you could speak to him and ask him to come as soon as he can. Tell him he'll be more than welcome."

Wide eyed, they both nodded.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you. I hope you don't mind, but we brought some wine. It's Lu's birthday and we're going out tonight so we thought we'd have a little party here with Ry this afternoon."

"That would be wonderful. I'm sure he'll like that."

Helen sat in the kitchen and heard the young voices laughing in the other room. Music was playing and she wondered if Ryden knew. For the first time, the full weight of the situation crashed down on her. She'd been so glad to have Ryden home. She'd convinced herself that it meant he was going to get better. She'd fooled herself even more; every time she looked into his eyes; every time he whispered a word or two. But the fact was that there was no real sign he was getting better at all.




Home



By the time the 'party' wound down, she'd composed herself again and welcomed the polite knock on the door with a smile. Neither Lucy nor Cory was smiling. 

"What is it? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes, yes it's fine. He was... good. He said 'Happy Birthday' to me and... I don't know if it was alright but he had a few sips of wine."

"Of course it was alright. Did he enjoy it?"

"I think so. He smiled. How else would we know? Oh... oh, I'm sorry, I..."

"That's alright, sweetheart. I know how it is."

"It's just so unfair. It's not right: it's not right he should be like that. I can't... I'm sorry; I'm so sorry but... I can't stand it. He's so... and..."

Helen took Lucy into her arms and hugged her close as she cried. It was easier to hold herself together when she was being strong for someone else. After a while, she gently pried Lucy off and put her hands either side of her face. "It's going to be alright Lucy. He's going to get better."

"I... I thought when he came home that... I thought that..."

"It's going to take time, sweetheart. He needs encouragement and people around him who do exactly what you've been doing this afternoon; bringing some normality to him. It's all about familiar surroundings and people. We want to bring him back into his life and you're all doing exactly the right thing."

"We're trying, but it's hard. I know it's crazy but I think it would be better if he was asleep all the time. When he... when he tries it's... hard."

"I know and I'm so grateful to you. You've been good friends."

"He doesn't want us," Cory said quietly

Helen looked up in surprise. Until now he hadn't said a word. "He doesn't?"

"He wants Luke."

"Oh... yes. I know. That's why I asked you to talk to him. I know that he wants to see Luke more than anyone. I don't understand why he hasn't come."

"He doesn't think he's wanted here. I mean after... after..."

"Cory, you have to make him understand. Whatever we might have thought or felt before— it's not the same now. I just want my son to be well and happy. If Luke can make him happy then... then he will always be welcome here."

"Okay, we'll tell him but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know if he'll come. It's hurt him; really hurt him and he's determined to leave. If he comes I don't think he would be able to leave, and he..."

"Please... please try to talk him into it. Ryden needs him; he really needs him."

"We'll try."

"As long as you don't hurt him again." Cory almost snapped and Helen wondered what on earth had happened. What was it she'd done that had hurt Luke so much? Oh, well— he obviously blamed her for what happened to Ryden. Ryden must have phoned him and told him about the argument.

"I won't hurt him, Cory. I promise I won't hurt him. If he can help Ryden, I'll do anything for him."

After seeing the two out she went to sit with Ryden. The music was still playing and she sat back in the chair, closing her eyes and listening. Automatically she reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. She was lost in thought when he squeezed.

"Mam?"

"I'm here, darling. Did you have a good afternoon? Lucy said you've been drinking some wine."

"Mmm. Was... was her birth...day."

"Yes. It was nice of them to come and share it with you."

He blinked at her, looking confused and sad.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Luke. He didn't come. I thought..."

"Are you missing him?"

"Where is he? Why hasn't he come to see me? I... I really want... I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" Her stomach was twisting. It was the longest, most cohesive thing he'd said so far. He seemed more 'together.'

"I know that you... that... Me and Luke... I know you don't like it but..."

"Darling. It's your life and all I want is for you to be well and happy. I never had a problem with Luke. It was a stupid argument. It would've blown over. You know we would've supported you."

He watched her through half closed eyes and she thought he was going to fall asleep again, but he just watched and then sighed and opened them again. "But he hasn't come."

"No," she said softly, "he hasn't. I asked Cory and Lucy to speak to him. They think he felt he wouldn't be welcome."

Ryden squeezed her hand tightly and she was shocked to see the raw pain in his eyes. "Do you...? Do...do you... really...? I... was... scared."

"Scared? What were you scared of?"

"I...I thought..." He looked away, unable to look her in the eye, even now. "I thought he didn't love me."

"Oh my darling; how could anyone not love you? You're so beautiful."

"No. Only with him."

Sitting down on the bed facing him, she laid her hand against his cheek and turned his head so he had to look at her. "I understand Ryden. I understand."

He searched her eyes and tentatively smiled. She stroked his face and hair. "You're my baby and I don't care what you say; you are beautiful. I'm sure that Luke loves you."

"Why hasn't he come? He would have come. Even if... even... He would have come."

"I don't know why he hasn't come but I'll find out. I'll make sure he comes. Don't worry."

"Why am I...? I can't... I... Why can't I...?"

"Ssh. It's alright. You're getting better sweetheart. You'll be better soon, I promise."

"It's so... so... I'm... Mam, I... don't... don't..." He was struggling and, for the first time seemed distressed. In the past he hadn't seemed to realise what was happening to him. He simply drifted in and out of sleep, naturally and peacefully. Now he was fighting it and it was hurting him.

"Ryden, I want you to get well. I want it more than anything. I want you to come back to me but not like this. I don't want you to hurt yourself, or make yourself ill again. It'll be alright. Go to sleep now, rest and it'll be alright."

"Mam..."

"Ssh; rest now."

"Mam...Luke..."

"I'll speak to Luke, I promise."

"Luke," he whispered before finally letting go. 

Helen had never been so glad to see her son slip into sleep. She was shaken. She should have been pleased, delighted he'd been so much more awake and aware than he'd been in a long time, but she wasn't, even though she tried to be. It was hard for him; she could see that. It was hard to watch him struggle. It was all for Luke. Maybe if Luke came he'd fight in a different way. Maybe Luke could get through to him; break through whatever barrier was shutting him off in a different world.

She'd done what she could and now she could only wait.

At about eight o'clock there was a knock at the door. Helen got up to answer it but Robert put his hand on her shoulder. "Stay with him. I'll get it."

"Thank you, I... I'm a little worried: he's very restless."

"He'll be alright."

Robert opened the door and glared at the boy on the doorstep. "What are you doing here?" 

Luke shook the straight, dark hair out of his face and scowled. "I was told I'd be welcome."

"You were told wrong. I thought I made that clear."

"I want to hear it from Ry. I don't believe he doesn't want to see me."

"Ry doesn't know what he wants and wouldn't be able to tell us if he did."

"He needs me."

"He NEEDS his family and not some little fuck like you screwing his life up."

"It wasn't me who screwed up his life. If it hadn't been for you this would never have happened."

"Whatever: just get the hell out of my son's life."

"It's not your decision."

"The day my son walks out of this house it ceases to be my decision. For as long as he lives here it is very much my decision. I only invite good people into this house not pieces of shit like you."

"I... I'll get hold of him somehow."

"Good luck with that. I don't know whether you've heard but Ryden isn't really with us at the moment."

"You're sick. You don't care about him."

"That's none of your business. Now get the hell away from my house or I'll call the police."

"Wait, I..."

He was left standing on the doorstep, rain dripping off his hair and hiding the tears that slid down his face. Lowering his head, he turned and walked away.

"Who was it?"

"No one. Someone trying to sell me something."

"It's a bit late isn't it?"

"Seems like they never give up these days."

Helen sat up all night that night. Ryden was very restless and, more than once, woke up crying and calling for Luke. By morning he was almost feverish and Helen was getting worried.

She was relieved when Sam arrived.

"He's had a really bad night. I don't know what it was. He was restless and feverish and he woke up crying."

"Let me check him over."

Even as Sam was examining him, Ryden was twisting away from her, moaning and half waking, mumbling incoherently.

"Well, he doesn't have a temperature and physically he seems fine, but he's obviously disturbed about something. What happened?"

"Nothing. His friends came yesterday and he seemed to enjoy it. He was more awake than I've seen him but... He was upset."

"By his friends?"

"No. His friend... Luke... His... Someone he's very close to hasn't come to see him. He was very upset. He thought that... he thinks that Luke doesn't care; doesn't want to see him."

Sam gave her an odd look. "Have you spoken to Luke?"

"I've tried. I asked his friends to speak to him. I can only hope that they do and that he'll come."

"He seems exhausted. I think we'll leave him alone this morning. We changed the bedding yesterday and there's no real need to wash him. He needs to rest and that's more important than getting him up for the day. I'll come back this afternoon and check on him. If he's still the same it wouldn't be a bad idea to ask the doctor to come and take a look."

"The doctor?"

"It's wise not to take any chances, Helen. You don't need me to tell you that his condition is still serious and could go downhill very fast. It wouldn't take much of a slip to put him back in a coma and we really don't want that to happen."

"No. No I don't want that to happen. You don't think..."

"At this moment I don't want you to think anything. Take care of him and we'll see this afternoon."

Helen nodded. She was white as a sheet and terrified. "Helen, you need to calm down or Ryden will pick up on your feelings. You need to be calm so that he will be calm. There's no reason, at this point, to believe that there's anything wrong with him. He's been going very well and it was always made clear to you there were going to be ups and downs and this might not work."

"I know; it's just...".

Sam squeezed her arm "Keep going. It's not a lost cause, by any means. Take it as it comes but I don't want to take any chances."

"No... neither do I."

"Good. I'll change the bags and see you later."

Helen was highly nervous when Sam left. She felt vulnerable and afraid. Ryden was whimpering in his sleep, his lips trembling. She smoothed his hair and he started at her touch. "Mam?" There was a plaintive note in his cry, almost desperate.

"I'm here. It's alright. Just relax honey. I'm here; everything's alright."

"Where is he?"

She knew exactly who he was talking about. "I don't know. I'll try to find him today, I promise."

"He doesn't love me, Mam... he doesn't. He...he would have... He... hasn't..."

"Ry, you don't know that. You're not thinking clearly at the moment, darling. Don't work yourself up over this. It's going to be alright. Luke will come."

"Luke?" His eyes were unfocussed but bright with unshed tears. "Where are you? Luke?"

"He's not here, baby; not yet. He'll come, I promise. I'll find him; he'll come."

"Mam?" He blinked his eyes into focus and the tears escaped.

"Ssh."

"I... I'm tired."

"I know you are. You've been working yourself up all night. You're going to make yourself ill if you don't rest. Try to get some sleep."

"No... no bad. I don't... I don't want... don't want to sleep. Find Luke. I want... I want... find Luke."

He tried to sit up but he had neither strength nor focus and he fell back, his head rolling from side to side on the pillow.

"Don't do that, Ry. You're not strong enough. Try to get some sleep."

"No... no, Luke. I must... must find... need... need..."

Again he was fighting to remain conscious and again it was hurting him; distressing him; stressing him.

"Please Ry, don't do this. Leave it to me. Let me find Luke. Give me a chance. Just relax and let me do this for you."

"Mam?"

"I'm here."

"What...? Where...? I don't... I feel..."

"I know... I know, it's alright..."

"Mam? Mam I... I... I..."

He was holding tight to her hand and the grip tightened as if he was trying desperately to hold on.

"Ssh... it's alright now. It's alright. I'm here. Go to sleep."

"No...no... I... I... scared... Don't make me... don't... Mam, I'm scared. I don't... I don't know... Mam, help me. I don't... know... Where am I?"

"Oh, baby." Weeping silently Helen gathered her son into her arms and rocked him until he let go and fell asleep. Even afterwards she held him tight. She was so frightened.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. Oh Robert, I'm scared. He's been so restless and now... Sam said he could slip backwards; that he could go into a coma again. I didn't think... I thought he was getting better; that he was only going to go forwards but... Robert, he was scared. He was scared because he didn't know where he was. What's going to happen to him?"

"Calm down, Helen. It's going to be alright. Ry is going to be fine. You said yourself that he's been restless. He must be exhausted. Once he rests he'll be fine."

"He's not going to rest; not until I get Luke here."

"Why do you keep on about that boy?"

"Because that's who Ry wants. Stay with him. I'm going to see if I can find him; to talk to him."

"Face it, Helen. The boy's not interested."

"I need to hear him say that to my face."

"Give it up, Helen."

"I won't give up. I'll keep going until there is nowhere else to go. I'll go to the ends of the earth for him."

"Let me go."

"No. I appreciate it. I know you'd try hard but that's not good enough for me right now. I have to know I've done everything... everything."

Before he could say any more, she'd grabbed her bag and was gone. Robert sat down, looking at Ryden and frowning, tapping his lip.

"Seems like you're determined to hold on to that boy. Don't you see how bad he is for you? Even when he's not here, he's making you sick. Why can't you just give him up?"

Sensing someone was there, Ryden turned his head and his eyes fluttered open. His lips twitched but no sound came.

"Give him up, Ry. Luke's dead to you; I've made sure of that. He won't trust us again. He won't come Ry. Luke's not coming."

Vacantly Ryden frowned, his eyes unfocussed. Very slowly he blinked. "Give it up, Ryden. Let it go. Let him go. Let Luke go. He's not important. He's not good for you."

"Luke?"

"Luke's gone. You're safe here... with us. You're safe and you're better off without him."

Ryden was drifting, the frown still lodged firmly between his brows. "Luke... gone," he murmured.

"Yes Ryden, Luke's gone. Move on now; move on."

"Gone..."

"You've had a bad night. Go to sleep now."

"Yes... sleep."

Robert smiled as Ryden's eyes closed. He hadn't been able to get through to the boy before; he was too strong and stubborn. In a way, the accident had been a godsend to him. Ryden couldn't fight anymore and he would get through to him...one way or another.

***

Helen was exhausted when she got back. She'd trudged around all the places she thought Luke might be, but no one had seen him; no one knew where he was... or at least if they did they weren't saying. She had the uncomfortable feeling that there was something they weren't telling her.

At least Ryden seemed to have got over whatever had been upsetting him, and was sleeping peacefully. Throwing down her bag, she sat on the bed and stroked his face.

"I don't know what else to do; I really don't. I've been everywhere; done everything I can think of. I think he's hiding from me and I don't know why."

Gently Ryden's eyes drifted open and he stared at her. She smiled and brushed his cheek with her fingers. "I will find him. I will get to the bottom of this. I will find him."

Ryden shook his head faintly. "Luke... gone," he breathed and managed a small, sad sigh before drifting away again.

Well, at least he seemed peaceful now, not so scared... and he wasn't confused about where he was... was he?

After lunch Helen tried to rouse Ryden to drink his shake. He opened his eyes and looked around sleepily, but there didn't seem to be much focus.

"You haven't had any of your shake today, sweetheart. You need to drink. Come on, I'll help you to sit up a little." Propping him up with pillows, she slid one arm under his shoulders and drew him against her, resting his head on her shoulder. At first, when she slid the straw between his lips he made no effort to drink.

"Come on, sweetheart. You were getting so good with this. You need to drink; to keep strong. You have to be strong to find your way home. You're doing so well. I'm trying so hard, Ryden; I don't know what else I can do. I don't know how to help you."

Ryden rolled his head on her arm and looked up with heavy lidded eyes. A trickle of milk ran from the corner of his mouth. She wiped it away with her thumb.

"Please try, Ry. I can't bear to see you like this. I'm scared that you're never going to come back. I'm doing everything I can to find a way. Please."

Very slowly he blinked and smiled a faint smile. "Mam," he murmured. She smiled back, forcing away tears. 

"I love you baby."

"I... I... love..."

"I know." She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Will you drink some more?"

"Huh?"

"Will you drink some shake for me? Will you stay strong and just... just try Ryden. Please just try."

His response was to part his lips and, when she slipped the straw through he drank until he fell asleep.

Putting down the bottle she held him close, her cheek resting on his hair.

When Sam came he was still peaceful, still relaxed and at rest.

"That's better. It was just a bad night, Helen. Nothing to worry about. There will be nights like that. Has he drunk anything?"

"A bottle and a half."

"That's good, for him. You're not still upset are you? These things happen, Helen. He's much better now."

"Is he?"

"What do you mean? Don't get despondent now. If you give up hope what does he have?"

"It's not that. I'll never give up hope, but..."

"But what?"

"Even when he was so distressed, when he was fighting everything... at least he was... focussed. He was more aware; he could speak. Now... it seems as if we're back to square one again."

"One day at a time, Helen. There'll be good days and bad days and sometimes it's not so easy to tell the difference. He seems fine now."

"I know, but..."

Smiling, Sam put her hand on Helen's arm and then went to sit on the bed. Softly calling Ryden's name she rubbed his hand and he sighed, moving his head and murmuring something.

"Come on, sweetheart, you've got everyone in a tizz here. Let's see how you're doing. Open those baby blues for me."

"Hmm."

"Don't you 'Hmm' me, I know you can do better than that. Come on Ryden, open your eyes."

With a slight frown he licked his lips and blinked open his eyes.

"You see... I knew you could do it." She grinned at him and he gave her a small smile in return. "Do you know who I am?"

He looked confused for a moment then smiled and said, "Sam."

"Yay... we're on a roll. What about you? What's your name?" He blinked at her, more confused than ever.

"Ryden," he said as if he couldn't understand why she was asking him something so obvious. Sam smiled.

"That's great: we all know who we are. Do you know where you are?" He sighed and his eyes grew heavy. "No Ryden; it's not time to go to sleep yet. Just tell me where you are."




Home



"Home."

"Are you happy to be home Ryden? Is it better here than at the hospital."

"Hospital? I... yes... home is good."

"Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?"

"No. I... I mean...I..."

"I'm sorry, I confused you. Is there anything you need; anything you want?"

"I... yes, I...I..." he sighed and shook his head. "No." There was a definite frown on his face until it was wiped away when he fell asleep again.

Sam got up smiling, although Helen still looked grim. "Smile, Helen. What more do you want for goodness sake? He's doing well. Whatever was bothering him last night seems to have worked itself out. He's lucid; knows who he is and where he is. He wasn't awake for long but he never is. I've spoken to him for longer but with the stress of the move and whatever was going on last night it wasn't bad. You've nothing to be worried about."

Helen smiled, but it was a false one. "Thank you."

Despite Sam's reassurances, she was still uneasy. There was something wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. After she'd seen Sam out, she sat down on the bed and looked at Ryden. There didn't seem to be anything amiss. As Sam had said, he seemed to be calm and focussed again. Maybe it was just that she'd been badly scared when she'd thought he'd lost himself and it wouldn't quite release her.

"Oh baby, I wish I knew what to do to help you. I'm doing everything I can think of but none of it's enough, is it? I don't care what anyone says, I know it." Gently she brushed the hair out of his face. He looked pale and... "You're not getting better, are you? I can't fool myself any more. You're not getting better at all."

Ryden murmured something and she kept on stroking his hair.

"What can I do, Ry. Tell me what to do."

With a huge sigh he opened his eyes and frowned at her. "Mam, I... Please... I..."

"Were you listening to me, baby? I never know how much you hear; how often you're listening."

"Don't be sad."

"I'm not sad, darling. I'm so happy to have you home with us. I love you and I want to help you. I want to make you well again... but I don't know how."

Ryden sighed and met her eyes with a very direct look. "It's hard. I'm tired."

Helen's heart jumped. What was he saying? "I know it's hard; I know it is. I know you don't understand what's happening to you, and that you really are trying to break through whatever it is that's keeping you away from us but..." She ran strands of his hair through her fingers, searching for something to say; something that would make a difference; something he'd understand. "You can rest; you can sleep. You don't have to be tired. You don't have to exhaust yourself."

She tried to smile warmly at him but something behind his eyes winced. "I don't know what was hurting you so much last night, but it's exhausted you. You're unsettled and tired. Rest and tomorrow you'll feel better again.

"I...don't..." He shook his head and sighed. He blinked slowly and she thought he was drifting away again. She couldn't stop the tears stinging her eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not hurting me. It's not you; it was never you. It's... it's just that I hate to see you like this. I want my beautiful, bright, happy boy back. I'm sorry I let you down. I should have protected you. I should have..."

"No... no you... you did. I... I..." He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, fighting to keep focus, but not like before; not desperately...more... "I was...angry. I didn't... It wasn't... I thought... I thought that... that he... I thought... he loved me." He ran out of steam and with a sigh closed his eyes so that the tears squeezed out of the corners.

"Ryden... It doesn't mean anything - that he hasn't come. He does love you; I'm sure he does."

Even though he didn't open his eyes, the corners of his lips twisted ruefully. "Don't care," he murmured. "Too tired."

She could tell. The moment he let go and sank she could tell... she'd always been able to tell. In the past it had made her sad. This time it made her frightened.

"Ryden... please... please don't give up. He'll come. I'll make him come. I know he loves you; I just know it. Please... just don't give up. Don't give up."

He was sleeping sweetly; his lips slightly parted, his breathing deep and even but his lashes sparkled with tears and there was something... just something.

To say that Helen panicked was not entirely true, but she was disquieted. Determinedly she got to her feet and picked up the phone.

Mary had spent time with her every day and she'd tried to keep her fear, her struggles out of their conversations. She felt that Mary had never had any confidence that this was going to do Ryden any good and was convinced it was certainly not doing Helen any good. In some ways the forced cheerful optimism did her good but she didn't have it in her today.

"Helen, what's wrong? You sound dreadful."

"I'm worried, Mary. I'm really worried. I need to get hold of Luke. I need to speak to him myself."

"Luke? I'm sorry, Helen but I don't think you can."

"What do you mean?"

"He's leaving. Cory and Lucy have taken him to the station. I don't know where he's going but I don't think the kids are happy about it. In fact, I think there's something odd going on. Cory seems to be really mad about something and he practically grinds his teeth whenever Luke is mentioned.

"I wasn't going to tell you this but... he didn't want to come to see Ryden on Lucy's birthday. He was angry about the fact that she made him. When he came home he was a bit better and they went out together that night. When they came home, I heard them arguing on the doorstep. It was getting pretty heated. I heard Ry's name more than once; Luke's too.

"Today he was like hell over breakfast and came in lunchtime with a face like thunder, asking if he could use the car to take Luke to Cardiff with all his stuff. He said he's going to London but I don't know why. I think he's been talking about it before. To be honest, I haven't seen Luke for weeks."

"I don't... Look, I really, really need to talk to him. Ry needs him. I'm scared, Mary. I think he's giving up. He's... he seems to have given up on Luke and given up on himself. He had a terrible night last night, as if he was fighting something; fighting himself and today... today he's... I'm scared, Mary and I think it all comes down to Luke. Ry needs him and if he doesn't see him I think he's going to just let go and... and he's going to die."

"Helen, I think..."

"Please, Mary. Please give me Luke's number. Please."

"You might be better having Lucy's. I think she's your best chance." She read off a number which Helen wrote down. "Let me know how it goes."

"I will. Thank you, Mary."

Helen's fingers were trembling as she dialled. "Please let me not be too late." She looked towards the bed where Ryden was completely still and she stiffened her spine. She wouldn't be too late. No matter what, she would not be too late.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"It's me, Lucy; Ryden's mother."

"Look, I don't think..."

"Please Lucy, please listen. I'm frantic. You're my last chance. I have to speak to Luke. Please, I have to. I have to persuade him to come back. I don't think... Ryden needs him; he needs him more than I ever appreciated. If he doesn't... if he doesn't come I don't know what will happen. It's making him so ill, I..."

"I don't understand. If you want Luke there why do you keep sending him away?"

She heard voices in the background. "Just hang up, Lucy. I'm sick of playing stupid games. Hang up."

"Wait... please, wait. I... I don't understand. I don't know what you mean about sending him away. I would never send him away. I need him here— Ry needs him. Why would I send him away? Please, Lucy. I need to sort this out. I need him... please."

"Do you know he came last night?"

"Last night? No he didn't. No one came last night. I don't understand."

"Hang on."

Helen was in hell in those few minutes the phone was muted. She paced and couldn't help the tears running down her cheeks. She almost hung up, but she kept looking at Ryden and she was more frightened of what might happen to him than what might happen to her. The most she was going to get was abuse. She prayed that the line would not be disconnected.

"Hello?"

"Lucy?"

"No. It...it's Luke."

"Oh Luke, thank god; thank god. I'm so grateful to you for talking to me. Luke, I don't know what's been going on and I don't care. All I care about is my son and I know he needs you. Luke, he needs you more now than anyone ever has. I'm afraid, Luke. I'm afraid that he's given up; given up on you and... and everyone else. I don't know what I can say to you, Luke. I'm begging you. Please."

"I came last night."

"I don't understand. I swear, I don't understand."

"He said—he said I wasn't welcome. He's said it before. He said that if I came near him again he'd break my neck."

"Who said? Who said that?" Helen was totally shocked; so much so she found she was shaking.

"He did. Ry's dad. I came to the hospital and he told me it was my fault— what happened to Ry— because he was so upset... and because he was coming to me." 

Until then, Luke's voice had been tense; accusatory, but then it cracked and he had to swallow hard to keep going. 

"Luke... I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I swear I had no idea. If I'd known... Look sweetheart; I know you have no reason to believe me; to trust me... but I need you... Ryden needs you; more than you have ever been needed before. I know that. I know how important you are to him and there is nothing I want more than to give him everything he needs. I want him to get better and I don't think... Luke, I don't think he can do it without you."

"Let me speak to Ry."

"Luke, he can't..."

"I know... just let me speak to him."

"I... alright."

Her heart pounding, Helen took the phone over to the bed and held it close to Ryden's ear. She couldn't hear what Luke was saying, although she could hear his voice. Clearly, Ryden could hear his voice too, because he moaned softly and turned his head towards the phone.

Carefully she laid her hand against her son's cheek and turned his head so that he could keep the phone pressed against his ear. Again he moaned and sighed. His fingers twitched, clutching the bedclothes and slowly his eyes flickered open. "Luke?"

"He's on the phone sweetheart. He wants to talk to you."

"Luke?" His voice was weak but hopeful and he seemed to be listening carefully, a smile playing on his lips. "Luke, I..." The voice on the other side went quiet and there was absolute silence. Helen stopped breathing and she thought that even her heart had stopped. "I... I... I... Please... please I... Luke..." 

She could tell that it had been a real struggle for Ryden. The strength of emotion was too much for him... too strong to express. He was breathing fast and struggling hard to find words in a brain full of soup. "Please..."he whispered before losing the fight and falling.

Helen smiled through her tears and stroked Ryden's hai,r then lifted the phone back to her own ear.

"Ry...Ry..." Luke was calling, urgently.

"He's asleep, darling. It was a struggle for him, talking to you. He was... I haven't seen him so lit up for such a long time,, but it exhausted him. He can't stay with us for very long."

"He really wants me there?"

"He needs you Luke. Ask Cory and Lucy. When they were here... all he wanted was you. He's asked for you over and over. I... I promised him, and I tried. I had no idea. I swear I had no idea what Robert did. I won't let him do it again."

"Do you promise? If I come back, do you promise you won't send me away again; that I can see him."

"I promise."

She heard Cory's voice in the background, urging him not to put himself on the line to be hurt again. She heard Luke's answer. "It's Ry, dude." Then there was silence. "Ok... I'll be there in half an hour... but if you mess me about I'll disappear and never come back."

"I won't mess you around, Luke. Come straight to me. Don't listen to anyone else, just come to me."

"Okay."

"Thank you Luke. I'm so sorry about what's happened and I don't blame you but... thank you."

"Mrs B..." he said uncertainly. "Ry... Is he...? I...I'm kind of scared. Is he...? Will he know me?"

"Of course he will. I'm not going to lie to you, Luke; he's very ill. He almost died and he still... but he's getting better. He knows where he is and who we are but he can't... He doesn't stay awake for very long."

"Okay... thank you." There was no emotion in his voice. Then he hung up leaving Helen not knowing how to feel. She was confident that Luke would come and certain that Ryden would be so happy to see him. What she didn't know was whether it would make a difference. She also didn't know what the hell Robert had been playing at. In the beginning, maybe he'd thought he was doing the right thing but last night...? He knew how much Ryden needed to see Luke. He knew that he was struggling. He knew that she'd been trying desperately to get Luke to come. Why had he done that? Why had he turned him away?

She was sitting in the chair at the side of the bed when Robert came in, about ten minutes after her call to Luke. She couldn't look at him.

"How is he?"

"Quieter."

"Good. What did Sam say?"

"She said not to worry."

"But you are still worrying, right?"

"Of course. I spoke to him and he was... I'm afraid that he's giving up. I don't know what happened but the way he was talking... I don't know... I don't know what's going to happen."

He came over and put his hand on her shoulder, a glass of whisky in his other hand. "He looks okay... peaceful."

"He is, now."

"Now?"

"I finally tracked Luke down and he's promised to come. He should be here soon."

She felt Robert stiffen. "Luke?"

"Yes. You know it's what he needs, Robert. You know Luke is everything to him."

"That's rubbish. Luke was a bad influence. Ryden's better off without him."

"Luke was not a bad influence, Robert. Luke was his boyfriend; his lover."

"Don't say that. I can't believe I would ever hear nonsense like that from your mouth."

"You'll hear a lot more than that from my mouth, Robert. Besides, it doesn't matter what I think or what I say, does it? Luke and Ryden love each other. Ryden needs him. That's all that matters to me."

"It's a load of crap. They don't love each other; they can't. It was some stupid game... a silly infatuation. They don't have real feeling for each other... it's nonsense. If it was true... if they... then my son would be... and he's not."

"You can't even bear to say it can you? Even now. Look at him Robert; look at our son. I thought he was our son. I thought that even after the arguments; after everything that's happened... I thought that you really did think of him as your son... but all you thought about was your image. Since the accident it's suited you to soak up the sympathy by playing the devastated father but were you? Were you really?"

"Of course I was. What are you suggesting? I've always thought of Ryden as my son. I was devastated by the accident; especially as it happened after that argument."

"But you still can't accept him for what he is. You can't bear even to think about the fact that he's gay--"

"He is not. It's just that boy turning his head and twisting his mind."

"No, Robert. It wasn't Luke; it was never Luke. The signs were always there; right from the start but you were too blind; too blinkered and you made me the same. I'll regret until the end of my days that you pulled me into that argument and that I took your side and not his."

"What? Where did this come from?"

"Did you speak to Luke last night?"

"Oh, so that's what this is about. What did the little shit tell you?"

"He told me that, after all my begging and pleading, he came to see Ryden last night and you turned him away."

"I..."

"Did you? Did you talk to Luke last night and turn him away? Did you warn him off when Ryden was in hospital?"

"So what? He's a piece of crap. Even if... even if Ryden is... if his preferences lie... with boys... Luke is not the one for him. He's... he's too..."

"Too what? Too gay?"

"Too open. Everyone knows what he is. He'd drag Ryden down with him."

"Drag him down? Further than this?" She turned her head to look at her son. He was flushed, a smile on his face. He was an angel and she couldn't blame anyone for falling in love with him. But she could blame anyone who hurt him.

"You know what I mean, Helen."

"Yes, I know what you mean. I think you had better leave for a while. Until I have a chance to think about this."

"Leave? What do you mean leave?"

"Go away for a few days. A hotel... your sister; I don't care. I have enough to worry about with Ry without having to deal with this too. I need to think."

"Think? All you ever think about is him. There's no room for me in your life anymore. You live and breathe that boy. You're possessed by him."

Helen stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "He needs me, Robert."

"I need you, Helen."

"Not like he does. He's ill, Robert; helpless. He could die."

"Or linger on like this for years, sucking a hole in our lives. Do you have any idea how much it's going to cost...?"

"Cost? Do you think I care about the cost?"

"Not just in money, Helen."

"I know what you meant." Her voice was cold and, when she stood up to face him, he recoiled at the expression in her eyes. "Let me tell you something. My son is worth every moment of my time, every iota of my energy, every second of my life... and I don't give a damn about the cost. He's everything to me and I'd give my life and soul to see him well again. You're right... he is possessing me and I don't have room for anyone else in my life right now. I really think you should leave before one of us says something we can never pull back from."

He glared at her for a moment then he downed his whisky in one swallow, slammed the glass on the table and strode out. She didn't cry.

Ryden was disturbed by the argument and Helen put all her focus into soothing him. She let her fingers run through his hair and linger on his face, as his eyelids fluttered. She wasn't sure if he was dreaming or trying to wake up.

"Take it easy, Ry. Rest now. He's on his way and you need your strength to speak to him."

Despite her words the fluttering increased and he gave a little grunt as his trembling lashes rose, with some effort over eyes that were still dreaming.

"Luke."

She smiled, thinking of how many times his first word was that name. "Not yet, sweetheart, but he's coming. He's on his way."

Ryden licked his lips and focussed his eyes on her."He... he does... love me?"

"Oh yes Ry—yes, he loves you very much."

"Why...?"

"There was a terrible mistake. It's over now. There won't be any more mistakes. He won't be long. He's almost here."

"I... I heard... I th...thought I heard..."

"Yes, you did: you heard his voice on the phone. He wanted to speak to you before he agreed to come."

Ryden's eyes widened. "I...I... Did I...? Did...?"

"It's alright. You spoke to him. Just a little."

"I thought... I thought it was a dream."

"No, not a dream. You spoke to Luke and he's coming." She checked her watch. "He'll be here in about ten minutes. You should rest.

"But... but Luke... Luke... gone... dead... to me."

"Luke's not dead. Why did you think that?"

"Dead...to...me." His eyes widened but still looked asleep, as if he was sleepwalking or still dreaming.

"Ryden, listen to me... Listen." He stared at her but she had the impression he wasn't seeing her. "I don't know how you got these ideas into your head but it's nonsense. I've spoken to Luke and he's on his way. He's coming because he loves you."

"Loves me...?"




Home



I first saw her across a crowded room; a high end function, I think it was. She stood out. Long, shoulderblade length black hair; it shimmered in the lighting, not a single hair out of the intended wave. Her skin was alabaster, perfect; the dress descended in waves down her body, but hugged her form, the same shade of iridescent black as her hair. Indeed, the colour did more than just become her; it was her. She was a panther, in that dress; sleek, dangerous, tempting.

As she moved closer, I saw her face; a delicate oval. Her eyes were dark, rarely blinking; her mouth was rarely without a smile. I saw her purse those beautiful lips once though; the motion tantalising, exquisite. I don't believe I have ever wanted anything as I wanted her that night.

She ended up standing next to me, as she did her rounds; she looked me up and down coolly, assessing me. She wasn't aware of my eyes on her, watching her watching me. Predatory, I know, but she was worth it; deserved it. She wasn't there to be objectified; she was there to be adored, a piece of living breathing art, dancing across a masters work. And she knew it; her smile could never be labelled condescending, but it was. Her words were expertly chosen, but were a phenomenal tease. No, this woman wanted someone to prove something; wanted to be seen, underneath the lights and the beauty. But she would not make it easy; oh, never that.

She introduced herself to me, smiling charmingly. I smiled back, a secretive smile; she looked at me oddly, as though she wanted to know what I was thinking. She asked me if we had met before; I told her, no. But I recognise you, she said, her brow furrowing; I told her to think nothing of it. She might have seen me at another such function. 

She smiled, and told me that must be it; her mind keeps working. She doesn't leave me for a bit, as we smalltalk. She is, of course, a model; one of the high fashion crowd that can actually be considered beautiful. I don't say as much to her, but I tell her she looks amazing. Her smile becomes cheshire like; ah, now I've got him categorised. I shrug, and break that frame; she never saw me look at her, examine her as she had me, only better. She was a target; I wasn't sure why. The only thing I knew was that she had to come home with me, so this game was absolutely necessary.

I offer her champagne; she accepts gracefully. I ask her a bit more about herself; she puts her hand on my arm. Her fingers trace little figure eights on my wrist. 

She is, at the moment, out of work; why, she didn't say. She looked as though she wanted to, but refrained. I placed my hand on her arm, and leaned in.

You must come home with me tonight. Do not drop the charade you wear as a second skin. We will have a number of drinks, then you will collapse. I will carry you out, and drive you to any destination of your choosing. But trust me in this; you will leave here with me, or with others, and I think you know exactly which others I refer to.

She's smart; her face never changes expression. She recognises me, as she draws back; she must've seen a photo. She moves to leave; I take her wrist into my hand. I tell her slowly; you asked me before what I did. I am an assassin, but today is not the day or the time in which I kill you. Trust me.

She nods, and I let go. 

We play our parts well; she does not actually drink as much champagne as she seems to. A significant amount ends up in the water feature next to us, a pool that surrounds the room, bathing the windows in blue light. She sighs, and promptly collapses; I move quickly, as I am able to do, and catch her. 

I carry her out to my car; it's an audi, but not the top of the range. Indeed, my car stands out at this party because it isn't. 

I place her into the passenger seat; she leans against the window as I speed off.

Without moving she asks me if she can stop now. The question had only a trace emphasis; as if she was asking about the weather, or if she wanted a smoke. I told her yes, and she sat up, her eyes on me, watchful.

Why are you taking me, she asks. Why help me, if that's what you're doing.

I don't take my eyes of the steering wheel as I tell her. I lied in the room, before. Today is the day, and tonight is the time. She looks at me silently, debating. She settles for a smile; actually condescending, sarcastic. 

Why haven't you killed me yet, then, she asks me. I smile. I'm not sure, I say to her.

Where would you like to go, I ask her then. Where would you go, she responds, if someone told you they were going to kill you?

I was silent after that; where would I go? I had seen mountains, beaches, cliffs uncountable. I had lived, for a time, in Paris and Venice. 

I would go home, I tell her. 

She nods. Do you know where mine is?

I had already changed direction.

It did not take us long; the house was entirely hers, from her parents. They died a year ago, she tells me, in a car accident. I tell her I am sorry; she lays her hand on my arm, then retracts it. 

Her house is pristinely clean. She was a neat freak, always cleaning when she was there; she admits this was the first time she had been there in a year. I tell her I had not seen my home for many years. She asks me where it was; I ignore her.

She is not used to that. She stands fluidly, rising in one movement; feline, erotic. Her eyes smoulders at me, burning. I was polite when you told me you lied. If you have to kill me now, just do it, she says. I smile at her.

She swings, closing her fist mid movement. I step out of the blow's force, and let her hit me; it is so soft as to have been a nonentity. She is faster than I would have given her credit for, beforehand; there was nothing in her file that suggested any martial arts training. 

I catch one of her blows when she tires; to her, it seems completely at random. Instead of using the full force of the hold, I twist, giving her just enough to knock her off balance, off her feet.

She looks up at me furiously; I will never forget her eyes then, all dark fire and smouldering hatred. 

You have two choices, I say, looming as only a large man can. Huge, dark, a menacing presence at the best of times; I would have loved to have been smaller, less threatening, but I use the gifts given me.

You can help me, I say, here, to set fire to this place. You can shave your head, and eat until you are no longer so thin, until I cannot see the bones of your face. You are to stop using the creams which make your skin so flawless. You are to live hard, so that if anyone were to come looking, they would not see the unique beauty, they would see a scared woman.

Or I can kill you, and do it, all of it, myself.

She looks up at me, and her eyes break open; not crying, but all the feeling is gone. Her facade is cracked, split wide; I hold out my hand, and I help her up.

I walk to the kitchen, holding her. I turn on her gas stove; I walk away, and I shut the door a little. 

I walk upstairs, and take four pairs of mens jeans; her fathers, she says. I couple them with teeshirts- mens again- and I take them with me.

I light a candle in her parents room, and take her with me as I walk out.

I give her my keys. She looks at me now curiously, like I am an interesting kind of insect, or a dog that has done for the first time a trick that it wasn't taught. I take her to another town; we hear the noise, as the gas ignites, but we are already too far away.

I stop, at a country town. I get out of the car, and lean down.

You remember everything I told you came with this choice, I ask her. She nods; above and beyond all else, she is not stupid. I leave the keys in the ignition; I tell her, in the glovebox, is an address in Chile. The house is safe, and it is a good place for you. 

I walk away, and I do not tell her my name, or why I help her; she looks, and watches me as I leave, an unwelcome shadow leaving just before the dawn.

I break the window to a mazda, and I hotwire the car. I drive to the nearest airport, and to the next job.

***

It is a year later, and I am somewhere else. South Africa is a nice place to be in the summer, but in the winter it is appalling. I was raised in Chile, so I like the heat more than the wind and the chill and the rain. 

The man screams, as he runs away from his pursuers; they are the amateurs in this operation. I am the hunter in this, they the hounds, herding this fool out into the open. The worst of this is that they didn't even know it.

I wonder why I am thinking of her, again. She is always there, in my mind, when I take a job. I don't know why I let her go; I don't know why I gave her my home as hers, but I haven't been there for a long time. As with her house, mine had been my parents as well. I hoped she was well; I still see her face in my mind. I would not recognise her, if I saw her now, though; she would look different, very different. But still, I wondered.

I scan the man through the scope, and shoot him through the back of his head. I watch as the thugs behind pause, and collect around the body.

I am grateful for magazine on this sniper, as I take out the rest; witnesses all.

***

Why do I do this, over and over? I had not thought about the why of this, for a long time. I did it as a young man because I was an angry young man, and I needed money and blood. I killed until I became empty, and then I killed because I did not know anything else.

But, as I always did, I thought of her.

She was the fulcrum; she was the change to me, to my why. I killed after her because that is what observers would have expected of me; if I had stopped, they would have known that something has changed, that I was not the man I was before. 

But I am not, and thus I wonder how much longer I need do this before I am safe; before she is safe?

***

The sun is hot upon the mountain slope, the ridges that fall, almost prepititiously to the sea. Salt is in the air here, thicker than molasses; to be here is to have the mountain and the sea in you as equals, never vying for attention but still demanding all.

It is so humid; I had forgotten how humid it really is here. I am sweating, but it isn't just the weather. I wonder what she will think, when she sees me again. I wonder, how will she see me? Will I be friend, or foe? I don't really deserve either from her.

The place is different to how it was when I lived here. There are more young people; young men laughing as they kick around a football while young women watch, smiles coating moistened lips. Sex is much the perfume of this place, this day; it coats the city, the continent, as does nothing else. We all crave it, more than others; I have wondered at that. Why do we feel passion so much more than others? Why is it that I don't feel like others of my continent?

I don't know what I want from her, my panther, the girl who I had not seen more than once. 

I crest a hill, and see the home that belongs to me, as though through the scope of my sniper. It's empty, and in it's emptiness I feel myself drain away. I wasn't hopeful, nor afraid, but now I'm nothing, absolutely nothing. 

The door is locked, and I use my key. There are no signs of brutality, or of pain. You can feel the echoes of pain and death radiating over you, sickening; the colour of a bruise, just moments after the blow. It aches, and turns yellow, before purpling, then blackening and swelling as the blood within it hardens.

I see the paper on the table, and I pick it up:

I do not know your name, nor do I ever expect to. I do not know what to say, either; you gave me what some might equate to a second life, but I am not certain what I think of the gift you gave me.

I am to be married, in the town below. There is a bar, near the market; opposite a fisherman's stall. The man who owns the place, a widower for some years, asked me, and I said yes. He needed someone to take care of his children, and I needed the safety you took from me, and told me I would never have again.

If you read this- hopefully it is you, reading this- I will watch my window, at four in the evening, every night I can. I would like to see you again, even if it is only once. 

Thank you.

***

I walk down the hill, slowly. I feel old, as old as I am, which is strange. My hair has long turned grey; I'm not really as fast as I once was. My knees ache from years of movement, from running and jumping and twisting. Fighting and climbing do not a well aged body make.

I am fit, though, and the sun is peaking out, over the market stalls, the buildings casting massive red shadows over the cobblestones and bitumen. I look at the bar, in the market, opposite the fisherman, who was packing up his smelly produce languidly. My eyes look up, at the window, and I see her. Only for an instant, before she is gone.

The door slams open, and she runs outside; she is older, much older. She is much less pretty; her face is lined, smiles and frowns both. She has a spanish tan over her skin, the kind you get from living in Chile or Argentina or Brazil. Her eyes are the same; they shone with anger, and fury, and resentment, and yet with other things that weren't so awful. 

She walked up to me, and slapped me, hard. She began to yell at me loudly in spanish; she called me her brother, and took me by the ear. I winced, and followed as she led me inside; I was breathless.

She sat down at the table, and I sat opposite. She looked me up and down.

"The years have not been kind to you."

I nodded. "How have they been, for you?"

She smiled. "Nothing like I expected."

She gestured, and led me to a room. It was tiny, and there was a cot with a baby inside. 

"His name is Tony, short for Anthony." She said; it hit me like a blow. 

"You gave your child my name?"

She smiled at me wider. "It's a good name for a man and a boy."

"Thank you," I whispered. 



Home



The door creaks open and my ears perk up, rear wiggling back and forth as it opens further and he walks in, stripping his jacket off and kneeling down.

I pounce, barking and licking his face eagerly.

He laughs, letting it go on for a few minutes before gently pushing me off. "Down, puppy. Yes, yes, I know you're excited to see me; I'm glad to see you too. Now fetch." 

He snaps his fingers and I scramble down the hall into the living room, zeroing in on his slippers and biting down on the toes, lifting my head at the same time and grinning as the well-worn shoes dangle from my mouth.

I pad down the hall, slippers aloft and triumphantly drop them at his feet. 

He ruffles my hair, softly squeezing the nape of my neck under the collar. 

"Good boy," he murmurs, sliding his feet into the slippers and walking down the hall into the living room. "Come on, puppy. Let's relax after a hard day of work."

I let out an arf and follow him, watching as he flops down on the couch, hunting around for the remote and turning on the TV. He glances down at me, winding his fingers through my hair and I lean into his touch, purring happily.

"Silly puppy," he says softly, patting the cushion next to him. "Up."

I clamber onto the couch, settling my head on his thigh.

"There's a good boy." He runs his fingers through my hair, grinning as I burrow my face closer into his thigh. "You're just the cutest puppy, aren't you?"

I let out a muffled bark and wiggle my ass in the air.

"Yes you are," he coos. "You are the cutest puppy." He runs his hand down my back, squeezing my rear. 

I squirm, rolling over onto my back and looking up at him, letting out a low whimper. 

He chuckles. "Puppy doesn't get a bellyrub until he speaks."

I bark, the sound ringing throughout the living room and he laughs, skimming his fingers over my stomach before kneading the soft flesh. I groan low in my throat and arch my back, pressing into his hands.

"Puppy just loves his bellyrubs doesn't he? Mmm, roll over and I'll give my puppy a nice thorough rubdown."

I let out a small bark and roll over, looking back over my shoulder at him expectantly.

"Arf?"

He chuckles. "Hold on, hold on, you silly thing. Let me get your shirt off."

I sit up and let him unbutton my shirt, sliding it down my shoulders and draping it over the other arm of the couch, before flopping back down onto my stomach.

He grins down at me, ruffling my hair before moving down to the nape of my neck, squeezing the flesh.

"Mmm, puppy's all tense. The poor thing," he says, squeezing down my upper back and I groan.

"Good boy." he presses into my shoulders, slowly moving down, rubbing hard into my skin and I squirm a little. He swats my ass. "Quit squirming, puppy."

I whine and try desperately to stop my body from squirming as his hands skim my sides. 

He chuckles. "Oh-ho, looks like my puppy's ticklish, hmm?" His fingers dig in deeper and I fail at trying to hold my body still, squirming anyway, trying in vain to evade his fingers.

"Such a squirmy puppy, isn't he? Oh yes he is." He pulls his fingers out from my sides and licks a stripe down my skin, ending at top of my hole, dragging his warm tongue around the edge. "I love it when I make my puppy squirm."

I whine, arching my hips against him. He hums, pulling off and straddling me, pinning my wrists above my head. 

"Puppy's awful noisy tonight. I think I should do something about that, don't you?"

Another whine and I shake my head, tongue lolling out of my mouth. He gets off, nudging at me to turn over, and I obey, watching as he straddles me again, his precome soaked boxers held aloft.

"Yeah I'm definitely going do something about my whiny puppy," he says, pressing his wet boxers against my lips. "Open up, puppy."

I let out a whimper as he pushes the boxers past my lips, the salty sweaty taste hitting my tongue and I groan.

"There's a good boy, these'll keep you nice and quiet now."

"Hmph." He ruffles my hair, grinning down at me and rolling his hips. "Mmmm-mmf!"

"Oh puppy likes that does he?" I arch my hips against his needily, muffled whimpers escaping my mouth. "Oh yes he does." 

He reaches down and squeezes a nipple and I gasp against the boxers. He smirks, doing it again to the other one, rolling the nub between his fingers. 

"I know my puppy likes it when I do this." He leans forward, cupping a breast in his hand and dragging it closer to his mouth, darting his tongue out and licking the nipple. 

I moan around the gag, drool soaking the already damp fabric and buck up against him, feeling his hard cock through his sweats. 

He groans back in response, grinding his hips down.

"Gotta get these off, puppy. Then maybe I'll fuck you, slide my cock in real deep, make you take it all, leave you wide open and covered in lube, get you all slippery, slip my dick in between your thighs 'til you're covered in come or maybe I'll get even closer, let you suck my dick, paint your face with my seed. Bet you'd love that, puppy."

I whine, nodding my head eagerly.

He pauses, still on top of me. "Let's see. You can't speak, I made sure of that, so I guess you could hold up your fingers?"

I groan behind my gag and hold up two fingers. 

"You're terrible," I tell him, voice muffled. 

He laughs, ruffling my hair and getting off me.

"I'll get the lube, puppy. Be right back."

"Mmmph!"

"Oh right your gag. Well all the precome's probably been sucked out of it by now so I guess I can take it out. And I do like hearing you fully." He tugs the boxers out of my mouth and I move my jaw, grinning at him.

"The lube?"

"I'm going, I'm going." He walks out, humming contentedly.

And comes back in, bottle of lube held in his hand. "Got it! Let's have some fun, puppy."

"Finally."

He crosses the room and slaps my thigh hard. 

"Brat," he mutters fondly, shaking out his hand. "You know what happens to puppies who get all smart-ass with their owners."

"Duh. We get treats 'cause we're so cute."

He snorts, tweaking my ear. "No, puppies who get all smart-ass with their owners get smacked," he says, sliding his sweats off and settling between my legs, hard cock pressed against my legs.

"But I like getting smacked."

He rolls his eyes. "Next I'm gonna start just ignoring you. Bet you'll be willing and compliant then, huh?"

I whimper and pout. "No, I don't like that."

He chuckles, fingers digging into my scalp and my whimper turns into a moan. "That's better, puppy. Close your legs."

I do, yelping softly as cold lube slithers onto my thighs before his warm hands move it around. 

"There we go, puppy, now you're all slick." I grin up at him. "'bout time."

Another smack, this time to my shoulder. "I've told you about the sass, puppy." He slides his cock between my thighs, leaning up and taking a breast into his mouth, running his tongue over the nipple and I gasp.

"Oh, that feels good."

"You're so tight, puppy. And it's all for me, isn't it?"

"Mmm, yes, Sir." 

His cock slides back and forth between my thighs, driving me mad with friction.

"Good boy."

I can feel how hot his cock is, pressing against my thighs as he thrusts his hips before leaning back, lifting his hard length off my legs.

"C'mere, puppy. I got flavored lube so you'll be fine."

I slide out from under him and bury my face into his crotch, inhaling the mix of musk and apple-flavored lube. 

He chuckles, laying his hand against the top of my head and pressing me more against his crotch.

"Mmmf-hmph!"

"Oh hush, puppy, I know you like this. Open up."

I open my mouth, letting the tip of his cock slip into my mouth, the sweet green apple taste almost overpowering his musk, and pull off. 

"Bleh! That lube tastes gross. Go wash it off then I'll suck you off."

He laughs, squeezing my shoulder. "Demanding thing, aren't you?"

"Seriously, it's gross. And I like green-apple flavor."

"Oh all right. Be right back, puppy." He gets up and then I hear the faucet running in the bathroom and he comes out, shaking his palms off. 

"Toss me my pants, puppy."

I do and watch as he wipes his hands off, cock still hard, and settles back into his spot on the couch.

"All right, pup, I washed off the lube. Is my dick to your liking now?"

I lean forward, taking the tip of his cock in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head, before sliding more of him into my mouth, grinning around his length.

He yelps softly, pressing lightly down on my head and I glance up at him through my eyelashes.

"My good boy," he murmurs, gently running his fingers through my hair and I close my eyes in pleasure, sucking on his cock.

He keeps petting me as I run my tongue over his cock, gliding over veins, and he groans, fingers digging into my shoulder. "Nnrgh, puppy. I'm gonna-"

He comes, sending spurts of hot seed down my throat and I swallow greedily before he gently shoves me off. 

"All right, pup, I'm good. Let's get you a little something, hmm?" He dips his fingers down, pressing into my wet slit and they slide in easily. 

I let out a groan as he crooks his fingers, grinning at me. 

"Gosh you're so wet, puppy. Better be careful you don't get the couch wet, huh?"

I moan breathily and nod, gasping as he slides his fingers deeper in. "Yes Sir."

"You gonna come for me, puppy?" he murmurs.

"I'm not a fountain."

He swats my thigh. "Brat. You know what I mean. Should just pull out, leave you high and dry and begging me to let you come. Actually I like that idea." He slides his fingers back out, being sure to do it nice and slow and I whine.

"I don't."

He chuckles, slipping his soaked fingers into his mouth and sucking noisily. "Too bad, puppy."

Another whine and I watch him continue to suck on his fingers, grinning at me.

"Oh you poor thing. Just so needy aren't you?"

I arch my hips up towards him. "Please, Sir, yes Sir, so needy, please."

He grins, running a wet finger down my thigh and I groan. "Mmm, I love listening to you beg, puppy."

"Sir...."

A chuckle and he ruffles my hair. "Maybe I could help you out a little, puppy. Turn you over onto your back, bury my face between your cheeks, licking in short little strokes first, pressing deeper in, feeling you buck and squirm against me as I pin you down with my hands and drive in, licking your ass with broad strokes as you moan and try to writhe underneath me-"

I interrupt him with a groan and come, coating his fingers with sticky seed, panting.

"Nnrgh."

"Good boy, puppy."



Home



I come home from another long day in the office, grateful the weekend is here at last. I strip off all my work clothes & put on the clothes He has laid out for me.

A white corset (no underwear today), a white linen blouse & long, loose skirt.

I put on the kettle & turn on the TV. He comes in just as the kettle boils, kicks off His boots & sits on the couch.

I bring through His coffee and He takes it from me. I'm rewarded with a smile.

"Good girl" He says & pats the couch beside Him so I sit down.

I sit very close to Him, leaning against Him but He doesn't seem to mind. As He watches His programme He strokes my hair.

It finishes & He tells me "Go & get my jacket, I bought something for you".

I bring it & He tells me to close my eyes. When I open them He's holding a brand new collar. I pull my hair up & out of the way as He fixes it round my neck.

It's a velvet-like material which feels soft against my skin. He clips on a matching leash although this is made of leather.

"Thank you" I smile and He allows me to kiss His cheek.

He explains that the collar is soft so I can wear it all day without leaving a mark.

The leash is leather so will be hard-wearing & strong enough to tie my wrists or discipline me with.

Eyeing it warily I have no doubt how much it will sting.

He wraps the leash round His strong hand & yanks it hard pulling my head back, the collar tight against my throat.

He crushes my lips under His & pushes His tongue in my mouth. I accept it gratefully & sigh.

"I'll make dinner tonight" He tells me & stands. 

I follow suit & He leads me through to the kitchen.

I watch impatiently as He gathers all the ingredients together. I realise He is deliberately taking His time because He knows what I am waiting to hear.

Finally He looks at me & smiling indulgently He says "Go & get it then".

I rush to the hall closet & come back with my perching stool.

It is a very low stool. I position it in front of the worktop where He will be preparing dinner and I sit on it.

He unzips His trousers & pulls His hardening cock out. I take it in my mouth hungrily.

"Easy Bitch" He warns.

I slowly begin to suck His hard shaft. As He works I'm lost in bliss, permitted to lick & suck 'til my heart's content.

"That's enough now Bitch" He says pulling Himself out my mouth.

He tucks His still-rigid cock back in His trousers with some difficulty & washes His hands then tips the ingredients for the stew into the pot.

"We'll leave it to cook now" He says & taking hold of the leash He walks me back through to the living room.

He tells me to stand in front of Him & lift my skirt above my waist. I stand with my legs apart. He parts my pussy lips & shoves a finger in my wet opening. I gasp and clench my muscles round the digit.

"Oh you're aching for this aren't you Bitch" He growls.

He rams His finger in & out me, my juices making the wet sopping noises He loves.

"Tell me what you want!" He commands.

"I want you to fuck me" I gasp.

"Louder Bitch"

"I want you to fuck me!" I cry "Please fuck me!"

He stands up with His finger still inside me so that I am on tiptoe.

Yanking His finger out of my body He spins me round & bends me over the arm of the couch, wrapping my leash round His hand as He does so.

He pulls my skirt up exposing my bare backside. He kicks my feet wide apart while undoing His trousers.

I feel the head of His cock against my pussy lips for a moment then He slams His full length into me.

I am choking because He is pulling my leash so tightly.

I don't care though because He has His cock inside me & this is what I ache for.

He is riding me so hard. The ecstasy of Him impaling me makes me cry out.

The walls of my pussy forced apart with every thrust, fucking me and using me purely for his pleasure.

At first His knees are bent but He straightens them and my feet lose contact with the floor.

My cunt is sore from His pounding but when He asks what I want I gasp "More please".

I can barely breathe because my collar is pulled so tightly & He is holding me up by my waist.

My hair is over my eyes & is pulled into my mouth every time I try to take a breath.

Even now I feel the changes in His girth as He gets ready to cum.

His grunts confirm it as i feel His hot fluid shoot deep inside me.

His thrusts continue though lessen in intensity then He collapses on top of me.

After a moment He leans on the side of my face & pushes Himself up, His cock abruptly pulled from my battered hole.

His hand unwinds from my leash & I gulp air into my lungs, pulling my hair away from my face.

He wipes the combination of our wet sticky juices on my bared bottom & I feel it cooling there.

"Get yourself cleaned up" He instructs me as He puts His cock back in his trousers and strolls through to check on dinner.



Home



The house is quiet as I come in. Just home from work the peace is relaxing and I take a moment to just lean against the door and breath. Standing upright I head upstairs slowly, the layers pealing off as I go... 

First my shawl and then the top underneath, next the oh so proper skirt. Stopping halfway up the stairs I set one foot a couple steps up and roll my thigh highs down and off, then switch legs to repeat the process before continuing upstairs. I'm left in just my bra and panties, one of my favorite sets, all black lace and soft to the touch.

Just as I reach the top if the stairs I hear a sound and see you standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Standing there, your uniform shirt unbuttoned and slacks just waiting to be pulled off, it was clear that you had watched the whole striptease, unintentional though it was. 

I can feel the warmth starting to build low in my belly. The heat in your eyes just feeds it. Stepping toward you I slip a hand around your neck, pulling you down for a long slow kiss, at first soft and then turning hard and wet. Your arms wrap tight around me and I can feel you starting to grow hard as I 'm pressed close. I reach down to take you in my hand, slowly starting to touch and caress your length. Long and thick, just the feel of you makes me shiver, knowing the pleasure you can make me feel. But for now there one thing I have in mind, one thing I want to do.

Pushing us further into the room, I ease back from your lips, turning a bit to lick and nip my way along your jaw. Pausing to lick at your ear, then continuing down to your neck. I stop there awhile. Kissing, licking, sucking, I can feel the muscles move as you swallow. I slowly start to bit down as I suck, just a bit, just until you give me that little gasp I so enjoy hearing.

I kiss down onto your chest, teasing, kissing around but never quite touching the nipples. Eventually you have enough and pull my head where you want it. I give you what you want, licking at first and then lightly biting into your nipple, my teeth tightening as you pull me closer. We play this game for awhile, first one nipple, then the other, but gradually we both start wanting something else, something more. I slowly slide down onto my knees in front of you, letting my hands slide down your body as I go, down your chest, your sides, down to your hips where I can take hold of your slacks and bring them down and out of my way. 

Putting a hand at the base, I bring the head of your cock up to my mouth, slowly sliding you into my mouth. Skin soft as satin I play my tongue over the head, circling the edges and dipping into your slit. I can taste the wetness building there, feel it sliding along my taste buds even as I bring you deeper, caressing with mouth and hand. A bit bitter but so very male, I can feel myself tightening, growing moist at the taste. As I work you slowly in and out of my mouth I reach down and start to lightly touch between my legs. Just enough to feel, just enough to tease. I moan, knowing you'll feel it along your length, and suck harder, faster as you give a groan of your own and start to thrust into my mouth. 

The taste of you is stronger now and you're so hard in my mouth. I'm so wet and I can feel myself quivering inside, wanting so badly to feel you push your way into the tight grip of me but not yet ready to let you out of my mouth. Reaching in under the panties I push my fingers into my pussy, first one, then another, trying to ease the ache growing there. It doesn't work, the fire keeps growing. Taking the hand away from my pussy I reach up and start playing with your balls, so hot and growing so tight. Smooth as silk they feel in my hand, but there's something else I can play with that will drive you further. I slide the fingers, still wet from my pussy, back until I feel that small circle, that small rosette of muscle. As I run my wet fingers around your tight hole I can feel you shudder, breath all but held, waiting. I don't keep you hanging long, pushing in with one of those oh so wet digits, thrusting slow and deep inside while the other continues to caress you on the outside.

I pull my other hand from your cock and put it on your hip, pulling you sharply toward me using both and taking you deep into my throat. You're too much for me to keep there long but over and over I bring you into me, sucking, licking, swallowing around you until you grab my hair tight, trying to pull me away, but I won't let you out of my mouth. With a deep groan you press deeper as your cock starts pulsing into my mouth, I can barely swallow fast enough to not drown in you. 

As your pulsing slows, you use your grip on my hair to yank me to my feet and towards you, pulling me into a deep kiss with tongue and teeth and a still burning heat. As we kiss you turn me and in a single fast move you push me back and onto the bed. I can only lay there gasping as I watch you walk toward me...



Home



He heard a car door slam and he opened his front door just in time to see her bounding up the stairs, suitcase in hand.

She had been gone just over three weeks for a conference and he had been counting the hours till she returned.

She grinned as she reached the top of the stairs, unable to control herself just seeing him again. He returned the grin sheepishly as he held out his hand for her suitcase. He was always a gentleman and deemed high priority to always be polite. 

Shaking her head, she threw her suitcase on the floor beside his feet and launched herself into his arms, catching him off guard and making him stagger for balance.

He smiled and considered scolding her for not letting him take her bag but that thought quickly fleeted as he caught the smell of her hair. He'd almost forgotten it, but now it reminded him of every Saturday with her, every morning with her in his bed, laughing and lounging with him as he read the paper.

He returned her hug, lifting her off the ground this time, nose buried in her hair, closing his eyes. 

She pulled herself closer to him, missing the solid feel of him and the smell of his skin. He always smelled fresh from the shower, always crisp and refreshed. Even his blue button up shirt was crisp.

She pulled back to kiss him, meeting his lips softly but breathing the last three weeks into him, hands on his slightly scruffed jaw line. 

Unintentionally, a low groan escaped his throat, pulling her tighter and kissing her harder. 

He opened her mouth with his and deepened their kiss, letting her know that he'd missed her as much as she missed him.

Forgoing manners this time, he kicked her suitcase behind him into his apartment, dragging her laughing with him. 

He couldn't help but grin at her, not even feigning to be embarrassed as he dragged her inside, pulling her towards his bedroom. The look in her eyes already made him hard and strained and he was certain she knew it. 

Usually he was cautious, even hesitant to initiate sex, considering it to be in bad form to push that agenda without his partner suggesting it first. Tonight, however, he wasn't self-conscious about his manners; he wanted her.

He tumbled them down onto his bed, relishing the feel of her underneath him, writhing and touching him. She kicked off her shoes as he nuzzled down her neck, dragging his lips along her skin, sliding off his own shoes. 

Her hands ran through his dark hair as he kissed her neck, making her pulse and breath quicken. He could feel her body respond to his touch, to him, and he grinned.

"I'm so happy you're home," he murmured against her skin.

She could only nod in agreement, already breathless as he licked her collarbone.

Sliding hands to the bottom of her shirt, he pulled it over her head quickly, only breaking contact with her skin for a moment before he returned his attention.

He kissed down between her breasts, sliding his hands along her sides, unhooking her bra behind her and sliding it off to join her shirt on the floor. 

Carefully, his lips trailed between her breasts, under, and then up, taking her nipple into his mouth. 

The feeling of his warm lips around her breast made her back arch, pushing her breast father into his mouth, her head going back further into the pillows. She loved the feel of him on her skin, the comfort of his bed under her, the smell of his sheets; she was home, but still she wanted more.

As he moved to her other breast, her hands moved from his hair to his shirt, pulling it up, desperate to feel his bare skin on hers. He granted her request, lifting off her to help pull it off, joining the other clothes on the floor, but quickly returning his mouth to her, sliding his chest along her.

That feeling along could have made her orgasm after three weeks. His chest hair tickled her nipple as he sucked the other. His stomach slid along hers, her hands falling over his shoulders to press him harder against her. 

He kissed back up her chest, her neck, her ear, before returning to her lips as his hand unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping, and then sliding them off her, dragging her panties with them. She reached down to help him, to which he gladly kissed her harder.

He felt his way up her legs, her bare hip, and to her stomach. She writhed against him, warm and pulsing. He ached to feel her naked skin against his.

Her hands were already unbuttoning his jeans when he thought about taking them off. Never breaking from his lips, she unzipped his pants and began to pull them down, he helped, kicking off his jeans and boxers into the pile of clothes on the floor.

Kissing her neck, he slid on top of her, relishing the feel of her nakedness against his. She moved her legs to draw him closer, feeling him throb against her thigh. She licked his shoulder and he raised his head above her, looking her in the eyes.

There was a heat in his eyes that she'd missed but she knew that underneath it, he loved her. Sliding her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her, kissing him hard, settling his body down against her.

The thick hardness of him nudged against her, not yet entering, but feeling. The sensation made her shiver, arching her back, sliding her breasts along his chest. 

He slid against her, from top to bottom, making her wetness his, and making her groan and raise her hips up to meet him.

He grinned, missing her move underneath him like this, making him breathless. 

He kissed her again gently, hands full of her long hair, sliding into her, groaning in satisfaction when he was fully inside her. She arched into him, eyes shut tight, savoring the feeling of him inside her, hot and throbbing.

He waited there for a moment, kissing her, nuzzling her neck, before he carefully pulled out and slid back in. 

She groaned against him, kissing his neck and holding him close. Her hands slipped into his hair, pulling his head away and kissing him hard, giving him permission to go faster, harder. 

He grinned, kissing her back just as hard, then slammed into her that took her at her word, leaving her breathless, hands gripping his shoulders. 

He nuzzled his face into her neck, lips against her skin as he slid into her over and over again, making her groan and shake. He'd missed her desperately. 

She met his hips, often meeting him in half-thrust, making him push harder, pushing her into the mattress and his sheets. His hands pulled at her hair, tangling it in his fists, pulling her closer to his chest.

Sensing he was close, but not wanting to deny her pleasure, he leaned down and rolled them over, pushing her up by her shoulders, raising her above him.

She leaned back, head thrown back, hair a tangled, but still gorgeous, mess. Her hips moved against him, rolling him inside her, tightening, and sliding. His hands found her hips as she moved, gripping her hard. 

He closed his eyes in pleasure, biting his lip, and she smiled, missing him lying underneath her, hands on her skin. 

Opening his eyes, his hands trailed up her back, making her shiver as he pulled her down against him, holding her hips steady as he thrust up to meet her.

She groaned into his ear, her hot breath urging him on. He thrust harder into her, feeling her tighten, her hands gripping his shoulders.

He knew she was close, as well as he. He slid into her hard, knocking her self-restraint loose and bringing her to her climax, gripping him tightly, hips an uncontrolled frenzy. 

The moment she began to come down from her high, laughing and grinning, he drove his hips up to her, finding his own release, his lips on her neck. 

Her hips met his back unexpectedly, jarring him of his own control, finding his release, throbbing and shaking under her. 

As he quieted, his hands loosening their grip on her, she lowered her head to kiss him, his eyes still closed tight. He smiled, feeling her skin on him.

She slid off of him and settled beside him, her head on his shoulder, hand on his chest.

Finally, when he gathered his thoughts, he turned to look at her, still breathless and satisfied.

She smiled at him in absolute adoration, thankful to finally be home. He reached over and brushed hair out of her eyes, kissing her gently, hands finding their way into her hair as he turned onto his side to face her. 

Her hand traced its way down his jaw, scratching at his scruff. 

"I missed you," he murmured as he pulled her close, settling her head under his chin.

She nodded into his chest. "It's good to be home."

He pulled his sheets up around them and she nuzzled into him, smelling his skin and his sheets around her, closing her eyes.

She yawned sleepily, pulling him closer. He kissed the top of her head, settling her against him, knowing he would do anything in the world for her. 

He closed his eyes, grateful she was home and happy to have her back in his bed again, already thinking about how he would roll on top of her tomorrow morning and make love to her again before breakfast. 



Home



I am awake after only an hour of sleep unable to contain my excitement a second longer. Bolting from the bed to check my messages, I am sure there will be one from you. I can't wait to hear the thick, husky baritone I've grown to adore. My hands are shaking as I press the phone to my ear. You never disappoint. 

"You have one message," the automated alert informs me. 

"Just boarding the plane now, Angel," your voice announces above the whir of the jet engines, "We should touch down at JFK right on time."

A smile seizes my face as the veiled excitement in your voice edges me on. 

"I can't wait to see you, but you haven't told me where the cabbie should take me," you remind me, "Not changing your mind now, I hope."

Is that trepidation I hear? Uncertainty? Surely not insecurity from the most confident man I know. 

"An army couldn't keep me from you," I text along with the name and address of the hotel I have selected to celebrate our union. 

"When you arrive go to the concierge desk. There is an envelope there for you with the pass key to our room and your directions," I add biting my lip.

I wait patiently for the call from the concierge announcing your arrival. 

I place the black satin blindfold on the bathroom counter, next to the Polo Black body wash and aftershave. I hang the hotel robe on the back of the door and stack two plush, white towels on the counter. Then I return my shampoo and body butter to my bag and stow it under the bed. Grabbing the handful of crimson lace that includes a bra, matching thong, garter belt and nude silk stockings, before nudging the bag further out of sight. 

Checking the time I quickly drop my robe and glide the wisp of shimmering lace up my legs and over my hips, adjusting the thin strap between my cheeks. Wiggling my hips, I find the perfect placement of the thong. I slip my arms into the bra, guiding the luxurious fabric up my arms. I lean forward filling the generous cups to the brim and secure the front closure nestled between my two mounds. I stand upright and adjust the positions of my globes within the decadent material, noting how sensitive my nipples have become. An image of your head bowed in reverence as you suck the tight bulbs, takes my breath away.

"Pull it together, woman," I self-chastise as I shake my head to clear my focus. 

Back on task, I slide the garter belt up over my hips, sitting on the end of the bed with the garters dangling. I can't help but notice that all of this movement is causing the thong to caress my clit and kitty in delightful ways. Even my tight rosebud is receiving the attentions of this new addition to my wardrobe. My body provides its seal of approval, as the rubbing elicits a deep contraction accompanied by a flow of juices escaping the garden gates. 

"You have to get a grip," I admonish myself, "If you keep this up he will find you spread eagle, without a stitch on, in the middle of that big bed, flicking your bean instead of discovering you the way you have planned."

Shaking my head once again, I slip my foot into the first stocking. A sigh escapes my lips, as the delicious silky material melts into the contours of my calf and thigh. I snap the first garter in place as a shiver runs up my spine. Quickly, I secure the other garter and notice the lacey band of the stocking is kissing my inner thigh dangerously close to my quivering lips. I am surprised by the loud groan my throat brings forth.

"How in the world am I going to have even a semblance of composure when he arrives if I can't even perform the simple task of dressing myself?" I ponder. 

"Will power! Will power! Will power!" I begin chanting as I bring the rumblings under control.

I continue my mantra as I repeat the motions with the second stocking. My legs tremble as the other thigh is encased in smooth, sexy, softness. With the concerted efforts of every muscle and nerve ending in my body, I slip my feet into the three inch red heels. 

"Lady you can't even put those shoes on how for Pete's sake are you ever going to gracefully walk in them?" I challenge.

I bring the thong back to its upright position and my fingers linger over my pleading nub a millisecond too long. Before I can stop myself, I am rubbing the hard pearl in tantalizing, small circles. I lift my head and notice the full length mirror on the wall facing the bed. Looking closely, I see the quivering lips of the wicked woman staring back at me. 

"What a slut," I proudly surmise, "she doesn't even have the courtesy to remove her hand from her panties while I'm staring at her!"

I giggle and continue the evaluation of my current physical condition. Approvingly I note my hair has air dried into a sexy, explosion of soft full waves framing deeply flushed cheeks and smoky, wild eyes. I gaze appreciatively at the Pilates sculpted curves clad in sinfully, silken lace indulgences. Finally I feel confident in my appearance and the butterflies settle a touch. In sincere appreciation, I offer up a heartfelt thank you to the powers that be for my natural blessings and the gift of this beautiful man to worship them. 

Satisfied with my appearance, I turn my attentions to the four other senses. I dip my finger in the raspberry flavored edible body butter and bring the finger to my mouth for a taste. 

"Yummmm, perfection," I proclaim and return to the task at hand. 

Paying close attention to areas that may need extra care, I smooth the luscious moisturizer from head to toe rubbing in the gratifying elements while leaving the sweet, delectable taste of wild raspberries for you. The cool mist and hypnotic scent of my signature cotton candy fragrance envelopes me, as I apply just a dab to the hollow of my throat, the pulse points of my wrists, the back of my knees, and each ankle. A long line is left to define my cleavage, while extra dabs are placed on my inner thighs to draw him in. 

I conduct a quick mental inventory of the five senses and position my iPod in the speaker dock, cueing the seductive playlist I have been creating since the day we met. I glance around the room and give myself a thorough once over. I sit in the corner chair to verify its correct positioning and my thoughts wander over the countless fantasies I've had of this day. Sighing contentedly I am very pleased with my preparations and hope he will be as well. All at once my day dreams are interrupted by the shrill rings of the phone plummeting me back to reality. 

I answer, noticing a distinct tremor in my voice.

"Hellllloooo," I draw out, the word seeming to take on a life of its own.

"He has arrived," the concierge announces and bids me a "good day."

I thank him and quickly hang up. I glance around the room and smooth out the bed. Grabbing my discarded robe from the floor, I toss it into the closet and dive in behind it. Only the whiff of cotton candy and wild raspberries provides evidence of my presence. 

The door handle rattles and clicks as the door is opened. A bit more rattling as I assume the Do Not Disturb sign is hung. Then three clicks as the door is closed and locks are engaged. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I am sure that if you listened closely you could hear it. I hold my breath as I hear you moving around. 

You have gone directly to the bathroom taking your bag with you, just as you were instructed. I breathe a sigh of relief and quietly slip out of the closet. I make my way to the cream covered wing back chair positioned in the far corner where I will wait for you to emerge. The angle of the chair gives me full view of your entrance to the room. 

I launch the playlist and the room is filled with sweet, sultry melodies. I hear you softly humming and the shower squeal to life as hot water is fed through the pipes. The humming turns to a full volume baritone accompaniment to John Legend's "All of Me" spilling from the speakers. I recognize that you know I am here and are singing to me. With this realization my heart skips a beat and a huge smile erupts across my face. 

I hear the water stop as the last chorus of the song floats from your lungs. My breath catches in my chest. I bite my lip and wiggle adjusting the thong and garters once more. My heart thuds so hard I am sure it will give away my presence. I close my eyes and concentrate on steadying my breathing and slowly my heart rate. I literally jump in the chair as the click of the bathroom door signals your entrance. 

All at once, there you are. My hand flies up to cover my mouth as my breath hisses from my body at the sight of your rugged form clad in only the white terry and black slip of silk hiding your eyes. I can hardly believe you are finally here. I wipe away a joy filled tear trailing down my cheek and stand on wobbling heels.

Just as I directed you stand perfectly still in the entry way, waiting for me to guide you further. I try to take a step and swoon, sitting back down to get my bearings. The enticing smell of Polo Black and you fill the room. I ease myself out of the chair and walk slowly over to your side. After all of this time, I can't believe that I can finally reach out my hand and touch you. 

Standing on tip toe, I brush a soft kiss across your lips and slip my small, soft hand in your large, firm grip. I feel you deepen the kiss and relish the comfort of your other arm wrapping tightly around my waist. I allow you to veer away from my directions for a minute as I fall captive to the dancing of your tongue with mine. 

My breasts are heaving and my loins are ablaze when I pull back breaking the embrace and struggle to regain composure. I lead you over to the end of the bed and untie your robe, sliding it off your shoulders sending it cascading to the floor. I groan. You are absolutely breathtaking. From your scrumptious five o'clock shadow to your happy trail and majestic rod you are pure perfection in my eyes. The sight of you fully exposed, willingly bringing yourself to me makes me weak in the knees. I quickly nudge you onto the bed allowing myself to collapse next to you.

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror and gaze in awe as your member stands at full attention inches away from my touch. I drag my nails lightly down your chest and stomach and am promptly rewarded as a hiss escapes your lips. The hiss turns into soft moans as my nails move up your thighs and my breath blows across your cock. The closer I get to your manhood the more enunciated the twinges are. Your velvet encased rod appears to have a mind of its own as it dances in time to my touch. 

"Kali, Sweet Kali, kiss me again please," you moan.

My heart skips a beat and I lean over softly biting bottom lip. I brush your lips and your tongue parts mine, delving into the hollows of my mouth. I moan as your hand comes up to hold my head. You are breaking the directions, but I don't care. Kissing you is the closest thing to Heaven that I have felt in so long. 

I moan and drag my mouth from yours, kissing the tip of your nose and chin before beginning my adoration of all that is you. My hair skims your body as I lay soft kisses down your throat and over your chest. I pause to run my tongue around your taunt left nipple and blow over its rigid peak. The soft sigh you produce springs to a full throated groan as I gently bite and then suck your nipple into my mouth. 

I resume my path, kissing my way down your stomach as my nails tease your sides. My teeth gently pulling at your smooth, tender flesh. My hair is now gliding over your cock and balls with every twitch of our bodies. I hear you softly chanting my name between moans. Seeing you enjoying my endeavors encourages me to forge ahead.

I slip down to the floor pressing your legs apart, so that I can sit between them. I spread kisses from your left ankle to left hip, lingering in just the right spots to let my breath kiss your flesh and taunt you mercilessly. I reverse the act, trailing kisses from your right hip down to your right ankle. I bite your instep gently and tell you to scoot down a bit. 

When your behind is at the edge of the bed I grab your thighs and stop you. I lick your left inner leg in one long firm stroke from your knee to the crease where your leg and body meet. Then my tongue glides along that crease punctuating it with flicks the entire way. I give your left inner thigh a firm nibble as a promise to attend to it shortly. 

My self-control is waning, as I softly scoop your balls into one hand and the base of your cock in the other. I begin gently massaging your balls as my tongue flicks up to catch the pre-cum beading up on the very tip of your mighty sword. You jump as my warm wet tongue meets your sensitive head. I take this as a signal to continue my concentration and raise up on my knees. My other hand moves to your side to keep my balance as I circle your tip with my hungry tongue. The circles grow larger and larger, as I strive to run my tongue over the entire head of your cock. 

As I hit the rim my lower hand grips you tighter as a finger nail teasingly flicks over the sensitive spot on the underside. You jump again and I replace my nail with my tongue, flicking this spot several times then slipping just the head of your cock beyond my lips sucking you in further and further with each of our moans.

I feel my juices running again and quickly suck your cock deep into my throat. I wanted to take this so slowly, but I waited far too long. I moan as my nipples brush the stiff lace and my mouth tightens around you more. I pull up and quickly swallow taking you into the back of my throat. I quickly pull back only to plunge you in deeply yet again. Your stomach begins to convulse and I pull back quickly as your balls tighten. 

I stand, pushing your legs together to allow me to straddle your hips. I pull the thong to the side and rub the head of your cock between my welcoming lower lips. You gasp and I feel your cock jump as I slip you to the entrance and press down. I groan and grab your hands entwining our fingers. 

"I am going to need a bit of help here, pleeeeasssseee," I direct with a tad of begging included.

I feel you grab my hips, holding me in place as you press upward with yours. The head of your cock urgently pushing against the tight band guarding my entrance. You pull my hips down and impale me as the sweet sting of the stretch draws a gasp and scream from my throat. 

We both stay perfectly still, savoring the union of our bodies as we have so vividly described to one another for so longer. This is much more than we imagined. I am overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. I don't even realize I am crying until the soft drops hit your stomach and you start to pull away. I grab your hand to prevent you from lifting the blindfold.

"Kali, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" you plead with a voice tinged with concern and arousal. 

I bring a finger to your lips and tell you to hush as I bear down taking more of you inside. My eyes overflow with tears of bliss as my pussy weeps with joy. It has never been so full. I press down further and further until it is impossible to see where you end and I begin. 

I feel your hands gripping my hips again and then you are urging me on thrusting in and pulling back in rapid succession. I feel your balls slapping my behind and the sounds of sex fills the room. Moans turn into loud declarations praising our maker for the pleasures we have been bestowed one minute and incoherent pleas the next. 

I reach up and place one of your hands on my clit and the other on my nipple. I take control of the ride as your thumbs wreak havoc with my senses. I am bouncing and throbbing around you. My tunnel hugs you tightly. My whimpers have become full out screams begging you to cum with me. I see your stomach quiver again and feel your balls tighten under me. I slam down against you holding your cock within my depths. 

My contractions deepen as my pussy embraces and releases its hold in quick successions. I am trembling from head to toe as I grab your arms and pull you to a sitting position. My legs wrap around your waist, ankles locking behind you. My arms encircle your neck as the new position pushes me over the edge. I call out your name. My mouth is crushed by yours as I feel your cock happily dance within me. 

The kiss deepens as our mutual explosions lock our bodies together tighter than a welder ever could. I feel you relax and turn to kiss my shoulder. I hold your waist tightly. My body unwilling to release its hold now that it has finally found you. The force of my orgasm has left me almost limp, but I cling to you kissing your face over and over. Finally, I pull the blindfold from your eyes and look you directly in their entrancing realms. 

"Hey there, I'm Kali," I say with a tinge of shyness surrounded by elation. 

Your soft chuckle is music to my ears as you roll me to the side and catch me in your warm embrace. I whimper as you pull out of me and roll over to grab me in a spoon. You place one hand on my breast and the other sinks lower, cupping my sex. You urge me to rest and enjoy the full benefits of the release. 

"Only for a few moments, we have a lifetime to enjoy one another Angel," you reassure as you pull me closer and kiss my head. 

"Sleep with me," you whisper as you nuzzle my ear "sleep Kali, I'm not going anywhere."

I sigh, knowing for the first time in my life I am finally home.



Home



I lay in my bed, unable to sleep. It was another one of those nights. I wasn't sure what brought it on, but sometimes I could lie there awake for hours without drifting off. It sucked.

I sighed and rolled over, readjusting my blanket as I moved. My bed felt depressingly empty with just me in it. The sleepless nights were the times I felt most alone. I desperately could have used someone to cuddle with, or just to feel lying next to me. Once again I idly contemplated the merits of hiring a prostitute solely for the illusion of having a girl who cared about me in my bed. I wasn't sure if that was more or less pathetic than hiring one for sex. It probably didn't matter.

My thoughts drifted to home; to my mom and sister. I'd moved out on my own a couple years ago, but I still missed living with them. Of course, back then the problem always seemed to be trying to get some privacy, rather than having too much of it.

My idle musings made me reach for my phone. I scrolled through my contacts until I reached 'Steph,' my twenty year old little sister. I stared vacantly at her number for a moment, unsure whether I should actually text her or not. We'd gone through alternating phases of being able to share things, or doing our best to piss each other off. Since I'd moved out it had been far more of the former. Lack of proximity seemed to make our petty disagreements far less important.

After a brief hesitation, I wrote out a short text and sent it off to my sister.

"Hey, you still up?"

I second-guessed myself as soon as I sent it off. If she was asleep already, she'd only see it in the morning. It wouldn't do much good at that point. However, there wasn't much I could do about it. Sending another text to say "whoops, disregard that last one," was a silly idea, and I couldn't exactly turn back time.

I set my phone down and waited. Either Steph would text me back, or she wouldn't. There was nothing more I could do. I closed my eyes and tried once more to fall asleep. I didn't think I'd get anywhere, but made the attempt anyway

The buzz of my phone receiving a text jolted me back to semi-alertness. I blinked a couple times, then read what Steph had written to me.

"I'm awake, but it's late. You need something?"

I paused for a moment, then shrugged and wrote back.

"I'm not sure. Do you think it would be okay if I came by to visit for a few days?"

Steph's next response was quicker.

"Of course. Mom's always happy to see you. And I wouldn't mind seeing you either."

"Okay. I'll probably come up Friday evening. I'll let you or Mom know for sure."

"Sounds good. Night, Aaron."

"Night, Steph."

****

I left right after work on Friday. It was about a four hour drive and I wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible. By the time I reached my destination, I was tired, hungry, cranky, and convinced every other driver in the world was either an idiot or an asshole.

The house I'd grown up in looked just the same as I remembered it. I grabbed my bag out of the trunk of my car and trudged my way to the front door. I opened it without stopping to knock or call out. It still felt like my house, even though I hadn't really lived there in years.

"Hello?" I called as I entered.

No one responded immediately, but there were lights on so someone must have been home. I shrugged and kicked off my shoes. I could find my old room on my own even if nobody was around to greet me.

"Aaron? Is that you sweetie?"

I grinned despite myself at the sound of Mom's voice. She came around the corner a moment later and threw her arms up for a hug. I allowed myself to be pulled into her embrace. It was warm, and familiar, and comforting. For a moment I was a kid again, free from all my adult problems.

"Hey Mom."

"It's been so long since I've seen you." She held me out at arm's length, looking me up and down. "You look hungry. Have you been eating okay?"

"I am hungry, but that's only because it's been a long day. I'm not secretly broke and homeless."

"I never suggested you were. But a mother's allowed to worry." Mom turned abruptly toward the kitchen. "There's plenty of food. I made sure to have something ready when your sister told me you were coming. I'll heat up a plate for you."

"Thanks Mom. I'll go drop my stuff in my room."

"Of course. I made the bed up for you and everything, no need to worry about any of that."

It wouldn't have even occurred to me that my bed wouldn't have freshly washed sheets, or that I might have had to make it myself. Some things were ingrained in my mind as being taken care of for me while I was home.

My room appeared practically untouched since my last visit. There really was no reason for either Mom or Steph to be in it when I wasn't around. I set my bag down beside my old bed as I took a cursory look around the room. Somehow... somehow the sheer familiarity and nostalgia of being home seemed to help. It was like I'd been homesick and hadn't realized quite how badly.

Mom was just taking a plate out of the microwave when I got to the kitchen. The food would probably be too hot to eat for a few minutes. She had a thing about making sure leftovers were well heated.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, sweetie. You can go ahead and watch tv while you eat if you want. I have a few things I need to take care of. I meant to be free to spend time with you when you got here, but..."

"That's fine. I'm sure I can manage on my own."

I kissed the side of Mom's head the way she'd always done to me as I took the plate of food. It used to amuse me to do that when I'd grown taller than her in my teenage years. These days, it was simply a minor display of affection. Mom just smiled.

"Oh, hey," I said as an afterthought. "Is Steph around? It looked like her room was empty when I went by."

"She's out with friends, I think. She should be back any time. She knew you were coming."

I nodded and turned toward the living room. It might have felt a little silly to have spent four hours driving just so I could eat supper alone in front of a tv, a rather small change from eating in front of my computer as I usually did. It didn't, though. It felt like being home. Even if I did nothing all weekend but lay around on the couch, it was helping. That was all I cared about.

****

I was woken up by someone shaking my shoulder. I blinked stupidly, then yawned. I tried to process where I was and what was going on. Mom was standing beside me in her robe, a small smile on her lips.

"I'm going to bed now," she said. "I thought... maybe you'd prefer to sleep in your bed than on the couch. Your body would probably prefer it."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

I stretched and pushed myself to my feet. I couldn't believe I'd fallen asleep in front of the tv. All the trouble I'd had recently with sleeping, and suddenly it just happened without me even trying. Not that I was complaining.

"Good night, sweetie."

"Night, Mom."

Mom padded off to her room. I grabbed my dishes from earlier and took them to the kitchen before heading to my room. I was hopeful that I could fall right back to sleep if I went straight to bed.

I closed the door behind me when I got to my room. I started stripping down, almost losing my balance as I pulled off my socks. I was down to my boxers and just moving toward my bed when there was a soft tap at the door. Before I could answer, it swung partway open. It was Steph.

"Hey there," she said. She paused and examined my state of undress. "Oh, sorry, were you changing?"

I shrugged. "Just going to bed. I thought you weren't home or I would have come to see you first."

"Mmhm. Well, someone must have had a long day 'cause they were all passed out on the couch when I got back. Hard to announce my arrival when you're sleeping like a baby."

I arched an eyebrow at my sister's teasing smile. "Are you gonna pick on me just 'cause I fell asleep?"

"Maybe." She walked over to me, then slipped past and plopped herself down on my bed. "Or you can change the subject if you're feeling touchy."

I shook my head in mock exasperation. "Jeez, come home for a visit and this is the reception I get. I'm starting to wonder what I was thinking."

"You always were a slow learner."

I sat down next to Steph and jabbed her in the side. She squealed, then giggled as she blocked her vulnerable soft spots with her arm.

"Hey now," she protested. "No need for violence."

"With you, there's always a need for violence."

I jabbed her again, a little higher up. It didn't have quite the same impact, but she glared at me all the same. Or tried to, at least. She wasn't doing well at keeping a straight face while she chastised me.

"No wonder I have so many bad habits. My big bro's such a bad example for me."

"To be fair, you've got plenty of bad habits that I had nothing to do with."

Steph grinned impishly, silently conceding the point. She fell back and stretched out across my blanket. Her shirt was pulled tight across her breasts for a moment before she relaxed. She'd developed nicely as she grew out of her teens. It was kind of a waste, her being my sister and all.

"So what happened?" she asked.

"What happened? I dunno. What happened with what?"

"Aaron, in all the time I've known you, or at least in the time since you've moved out, you've never come running home for no reason. You come home for Christmas, or for someone's birthday, or because Mom asked you to, but never just because you felt like it."

Her tone wasn't accusatory, but she clearly felt like she had a point. Hell, she did have a point. Unfortunately, it wasn't an easy question to answer, even if I wanted to. I had no idea how much I should-or wanted to-say. I remained paralyzed in indecision long enough that Steph probably thought I wasn't going to respond.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she said. "I was just asking. You came all this way, I figured you might want to talk about it. That's all."

"I was lonely," I blurted out.

"You were lonely?"

"Don't make fun. You asked, I'm answering."

"Sorry, I wasn't... go ahead, I'll listen."

I sighed. "What else is there to say? I wasn't having a great time, and it feels a little better being home."

"It can't have been that bad. I mean, you've never been crazy social, but you've got, like, people to hang out with and everything, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I do. I've got friends, and people I can talk to at work and everything. It's not like I'm a hermit exactly. Just..."

"What?"

I looked at my sister. She appeared somewhat concerned, though more curious than anything. Again I struggled with how much to share. In the moment, talking to her felt right. In all honesty, telling her truly personal things had never backfired on me. It was the less serious material that was fodder for later teasing.

"At night, that's when it's worst," I said. "When I'm alone, and it's dark, and I wish... I wish there was someone there."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

I lay back parallel to Steph, folding an arm back under my head. I waited in silence, unsure if she'd speak or if she was waiting for me. I'd given the important details. I was done as far as I was concerned.

"So you want a girlfriend."

"I... maybe? I guess. I mean, that's the obvious solution."

"Obvious solutions can be good. A roommate wouldn't be a bad idea either. You know, so you wouldn't be alone in your place at night."

"That's true. I don't know that I want that though. Living with anyone too long... it doesn't always go well. Us, for instance. We used to drive each other crazy."

"Only sometimes. Other times it was good. Overall, I'm glad I'm not an only child."

I turned my head toward her. Her eyes were closed, giving her the appearance of being asleep if not for the movements of her lips. Her words had been almost touching, in a weird sort of way. By her tone, she didn't seem to consider it any more than a statement of fact.

"Me too," I said.

The corner of her lips twitched upward for a second before fading back to a neutral line. I began to suspect that she was more tired than she'd let on. The novelty of my visit must have made me rate higher than sleep, at least temporarily.

"So how are things with you?" I asked.

Steph shrugged lazily. "Pretty much the same as always. Nothing ever really changes."

"Some things do."

"Sure, but..." She shook her head and propped herself up on her elbow. "Look, Aaron, you came back this weekend 'cause you missed the way things were, right? Or something kind of like that anyway. People get comfortable, set in their ways. That's kind of what my life is right now."

"Oh."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I felt like Steph was letting me in on some personal secret, but if she was it was only the very surface of it. It was hard to know how much it was bothering her.

"It's fine. It's not a big deal."

Steph sat up as though preparing to leave.

"No no, if you want to tell me something... well, you can. If you want."

"There's not much to tell. I'm just working some things out. That's all." She reached over and squeezed my leg reassuringly. "We'll talk more tomorrow, promise. I need sleep right now."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Night, Steph."

"Good night, Aaron."

After my sister left, I turned the light off and went to bed. Unfortunately, thanks to our talk, I was no longer in quite such a sleepy state as I'd been after my nap on the couch. I certainly didn't begrudge her that, but it would have been nice not to lie awake-alone with my thoughts-as had so often been the case recently.

There was a part of me that wondered what it would have felt like if Steph hadn't gone back to her room. It was weird to even contemplate her sleeping in my bed with me, but in the moment it wasn't quite as weird as it could have been. She'd been lying there next to me only moments ago. I missed her presence now.

I couldn't seem to win. I'd come all the way back home to capture some feeling of belonging, and still I found myself lacking some undefined emotional connection. Maybe I'd missed my sister more than I thought, and now that I'd seen her my longing had only been reinforced. If anything, that was a stranger thought than any of the others.

The longer I lay there-tired, confused, but still very much awake-the more I wondered what it was I actually wanted from my sister. I had the strong, inexplicable sense that it would feel nice just to have her next to me. Maybe I was simply longing for a time when we'd been closer. There had been a lot of good times in our younger years when we'd lived together. There had been bad things too, but the nostalgia in me made it easy to skip over those parts.

We'd have to do something together while I was home. I made a firm mental note. Whatever my problem was, hanging out with Steph should help, or at the very least distract me for a while.

****

The first thing I knew the next morning, someone was shaking my shoulder. I jerked awake, confused and alarmed that someone was in my room. It took me a second to remember where I was, and that the person in question was my sister rather than an intruder. 

"Hey, sleepy," she said, giving me an overly cheerful grin.

"Mmph. What do you want? It's early. It's..."

I looked for a clock and found none in the room. Admittedly, the sun was up, but it didn't seem like I'd slept in long enough to get a wake up call. There was nowhere I needed to be.

"Mom's making pancakes. She said to come get you."

"Ungh, at this hour?"

"It's, like, nine-thirty, dude. You're lucky she waited as long as she did. Some of us are starving."

Steph shook my shoulder again. I swatted at her, making glancing contact with her wrist as she pulled back out of range.

"I'm awake. Your job is done. S'no need to poke at me more."

"Maybe not, but it's kinda fun."

I rolled my eyes. "Great."

I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. Steph was giving me the impression that she wasn't going to leave until I was moving. I wanted to spend time with her, but first thing after waking up was not ideal for me. I wasn't much of a morning person.

"You should put some clothes on before you come downstairs."

This time I gave Steph a full-on glare. "Thanks so much. Never would have thought of that."

She smiled sweetly. "You know, I forgot how cranky you can be in the mornings. I kinda missed it." She turned away, heading back out of the room. "Don't take too long, or your pancakes'll get cold."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered to myself.

I was awake and alert enough at that point that falling back into bed didn't hold much appeal for me. The promise of pancakes, on the other hand, had been bouncing around in my head since it had been mentioned. It was enough to get me moving.

Steph was already eating by the time I got to the kitchen. Contrary to her warnings about me being late, Mom had a fresh plate of pancakes ready for me as I arrived. I thanked her and sat down opposite my sister at the table.

"I already told Stephanie, but I have some errands to run today," Mom said. "I should be back in plenty of time to make supper, but you two will be on your own for lunch."

"Um, okay," I said between mouthfuls. The pancakes were good, and I was hungrier than I'd realized.

"Don't worry, I'll look after him," Steph said. "Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."

She smirked at me, obviously expecting her comment to needle me. She'd miscalculated; I was far too focused on my breakfast to care about subtle jabs at my ability to take care of myself. Besides, she was the one still living at home. I had nothing to prove.

"I'm sure you two will have a good time," Mom said.

"I'm sure we will too," Steph said, still grinning like an evil genius. "I've got plans for us today."

I arched an eyebrow. I didn't want take the bait, but she'd successfully aroused my curiousity. It was just going to bug me if I didn't ask.

"What kind of plans?"

Steph's face was a picture of innocence. "Nothing much. A little painting, that's all."

"Painting?"

"Mm-hm."

She was getting a kick out of making me squirm. I went back to my pancakes instead of continuing to give her the satisfaction.

"Ask your brother nicely, honey," Mom said. "Don't just expect him to help."

I was surprised to have Mom interject into the conversation. Clearly she knew what Steph meant. I still didn't have any idea what we were discussing.

"Mooom. It's only Aaron. He won't mind."

"Stephanie!"

Steph stuck her bottom lip out in a mock pout, then turned back to me.

"I need to paint my room. I thought, you know, it might be a good time to do it." She glanced at Mom for a second, then flashed me her 'innocent' face again. "Won't you pleeease help big bwuther? I'm only little and delicate and it would be ever so kind of you to assist me."

Even Mom rolled her eyes at Steph's display, which was certainly the intended effect. The two of them had been living together for a while now without me to balance things out, and it seemed to have changed the dynamic between them.

"We'll see," I said.

Steph batted her eyelashes as though it would help sway me. Mom shook her head, unable to watch any more of her daughter's atrocious acting.

"I need to go get changed. Will you finish up the pancakes, Stephanie?"

"Certainly, Mother dearest. It would be such an honour for me to-"

"Oh hush. Save it for your brother."

Despite her sarcasm, Steph did as she had been asked. She even slid a few more fresh pancakes onto my plate when they were ready. The transition was jarring enough that I couldn't just let it go. It seemed like her and Mom might have been having problems in my absence.

"So, uh, is something going on?" I asked.

"With what?"

"You know. You and Mom? That whole thing just now?"




Home



"Oh, that. We've had... a lot of alone time. We may have been getting on each other's nerves a little more recently. You know, kind of like you and me used to sometimes. It happens."

"I see."

"Don't worry, it mostly stays civil."

"Uh huh. So I don't need to worry then?"

"Probably not. It's up to you though." She paused for a moment. "Are you okay with helping me paint? I mean, mostly I just need help moving some things. You wouldn't have to help with the actual painting if you don't want to. It needs done though. I'm so tired of that godawful yellow-y colour."

"Didn't you pick that one?"

"Fuck off. That was years ago."

I chuckled softly. "And that makes all the difference, I'm sure."

"Sooo... is that a yes?"

I shrugged, then nodded. "Sure, what the hell. It's not like I have anything else going on this weekend."

****

Steph had the paint already. Apparently the project had been in the works for a while and she'd just never gotten around to the actual painting part of it. She maintained that she couldn't deal with moving all her furniture and stuff around by herself, but I suspected there was some laziness and procrastination mixed in there as well.

"So how do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Well... probably we'll need to move everything away from one end of the room so we can paint it, then move things again to do the other side."

"You make it sound so fun." I made a show of sweeping my gaze across her room. "I sure can't wait to move everything two or three times."

"You big baby. It won't be that bad."

"Says the girl who couldn't do any of this until her big brother came to save the day."

"I... shut up."

I grinned as Steph moved to the middle of the room and picked up a few straggling items of clothing off the floor. She'd tidied up a little beforehand-leaving her room much less of a mess than usual-but it still needed some work. I let her deal with that while I took stock of the furniture that would need moved.

"You know, if we just move your desk over by your bed, we could basically paint this whole half of the room without moving too much else."

Steph looked over at where I was gesturing. "Yeah, that makes sense, I s'pose. It means we have more to move to do the other half though."

"We have to move it all a few times anyway. This minimizes how much we move in total. Probably."

"Okay then. Seems like you have it all figured out."

"Don't give me that. You still have to help me move it."

"Yeah, yeah."

With a little effort and cooperation we got everything in Steph's room shoved to one side. She got the painting supplies from wherever she'd hidden them, then tried to crack open one of the cans of paint.

"Shit, how does this open?"

I laughed. "Usually with a fair amount of prying. You have a screwdriver or anything handy?"

"Um... I'm sure there's one somewhere."

"But no idea where, huh?"

She shrugged. "Why would I keep track?"

I shook my head, but it was no good pressing the issue. If she didn't know, she didn't know. That was all there was to it.

I had to go track down a screwdriver myself, then come back to pry the lid off of the paint can. I was surprised when I actually saw the colour of the paint inside; it was a bright pink, not what I would have expected my sister to pick.

"Could you have picked a girlier colour?" I asked.

"What, just 'cause it's pink?"

"Yeah. Bright, garish pink."

"Oh it's not that bad. It'll look better once it's on the wall. You'll see."

"Uh huh, sure it will."

"It will. Trust me. Besides, it's my room, I can paint it whatever colour I want."

"Apparently so."

Steph punched me lightly on the shoulder, resorting to violence to shut me up. It was just like old times. I grinned to myself and picked up a paint roller.

****

Surprisingly, Steph and I made pretty good progress once we got started. Neither of us was the most focused of painters, but we worked well together. Without discussing it, I mostly covered the large, uncomplicated sections of wall with the roller while she did the corners and trim areas with a smaller brush. It kept us out of each other's way for the most part.

"This is gonna need a second coat, isn't it?" Steph asked as we finished up the first half of the room.

I stepped back and examined our progress. "Yeah, that's generally how these things go."

"Shit."

"What, you weren't anticipating that?"

"I was, just... I guess I didn't think this all the way through. If we have to do two coats on each half, and we have to let them dry in between, and we have to move everything around..." She gestured helplessly. "We might not be done before you leave again. Plus I can't sleep in here tonight."

"Those are some excellent points. But just think of the valuable learning experience you get out of this."

"I don't want experience, I want somewhere to sleep, dammit."

Steph sighed and put down her brush. I kept working, though not very hard. Our halfway line wasn't well defined, and we could really stop at any time. I felt like I should at least try to use up the rest of the paint on the roller.

"Did you really not have any idea where you were going to sleep?"

"Not really. I... okay, this sounds stupid, but I kind of just assumed I'd sleep in my bed, like normal. I mean, I understood I couldn't 'cause of everything being rearranged and the fumes and stuff, but I guess it didn't really register."

"I see. So what's the plan now? Sleep on the couch?"

Steph made a face. "Maybe. If no other solution presents itself."

"You know, if you asked really nice, your loving brother might share with you."

I made the offer without really thinking about it first. I stiffened once the words left my mouth, belatedly realizing that perhaps I shouldn't have said anything. My tone had been jokey enough that she probably wouldn't read anything into it, but I worried that she would. I still had no idea how to explain the issues I'd been going through lately.

I risked a sidelong glance at my sister. She was staring off blankly at the newly painted wall. She was either lost in thought, or just really, really liked the new colour.

"For real?" she asked.

"For real what?"

"Would you... shit, I don't know. I know you're just teasing, but I really don't want to sleep on that couch. It's too short and I'd wake up all scrunched and sore tomorrow. If I could get to sleep at all."

"You sound like you've tried it before."

She shrugged. "I was sick one day a few months ago and tried to take a nap on it. Didn't work. Had to drag myself all the way to my bed."

"Sounds rough."

"It was."

We both lapsed into silence for a moment. I wished I knew what Steph was thinking. She'd seemed interested in my offer, but I wasn't sure just how interested she really was. I didn't want to push the issue too much. There was no telling what she'd think if she knew my own feelings on the subject.

"I think it's time for a break," I said.

"Yeah, totally." Steph swung her gaze around the room. "We've done pretty good so far. We let this dry, put on a second coat, and we'll be halfway done."

****

By that evening, Steph and I had the first half of the room done. We planned on letting it dry overnight so we could do the other half the next day.

All the painting must have taken more out of me than I thought, because I was pretty tired by the time I headed to bed that night. I felt like maybe, hopefully, I'd fall asleep relatively quickly. I'd only just gotten comfortable in my bed when the door opened and Steph walked in.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey." She reached for the light switch to turn the light on, then stopped halfway there. There was enough light coming from the hallway that we could see reasonably well. "So, um..."

"What?"

"Look, seriously, did you mean it earlier? When you said you'd share?"

I thought back, frowning for a second in concentration.

"You mean my bed? Um, I guess so. Sure."

"Okay, good. Because I was gonna have to ask Mom otherwise, and I didn't... well, I'd just rather not."

"One of these years you two should really think about a guest room or something. You know, for emergencies like these."

"What do you think your room is most of the time, smartass?"

I started to reply, then thought better of it. She had a point.

"Alright, fair enough."

"Mmhm. Okay, lemme go change and I'll be right back."

Steph was gone for a few minutes. I scooted over to the far side of the bed in preparation for her return. I lay on my back, squirming slightly to get comfortable. I tried to remain calm, but I got more anxious by the moment. It felt so surreal that I'd spent last night wishing for a scenario like this, and now it was actually happening.

When Steph came back, she was wearing a baggy t-shirt with bare legs underneath. She closed the door behind her and felt her way cautiously to the bed. She slipped under the covers beside me like it was a completely normal thing for her to do. Her body brushed against mine a few times as she settled in.

There was a brief moment of perfect silence as we both lay still. I gradually became aware of the soft sound of Steph's breathing. It was the only thing available for my ears to focus on.

"We've never done this, have we?" she asked.

Her voice startled me, though I managed not to jerk and show my surprise.

"Done what?"

"Slept together. You know, like if we were sisters we would have shared a bed as kids sometimes. Or maybe even if we were brothers. Maybe we would have had bunk beds or something."

"Um... sure? I guess?"

"Sorry, I'm just musing. Ignore me."

"No, that's okay. I understand now. And you're right, we've never done this before. Is it... do you think it's weird that we're doing it now? As adults?"

Steph took a moment to consider. Again, the only sound was her breathing. It was a steady rhythm, and strangely soothing to me.

"Maybe a little. Do you think it's weird?"

"No, I don't think so. I almost kinda think it's nice."

"Yeah?"

I blushed, though the darkness hid it from my sister. "Yeah. You know, like, even just 'cause it means we can put up with each other enough to sleep together. It's nice, is all."

Again there was a pause before Steph replied. I was nervous this time, hoping that I hadn't said anything too stupid. I didn't think I had.

"You're right," she said eventually. "It is nice." She turned her head toward me. I felt her breath warm my cheek. "I've only got the one brother. It'd definitely suck not to get along with him."

Acting on intuition rather than any rational though, I rolled toward her. I snuggled up and rested my chin against her shoulder, draping my arm across her stomach. She giggled quietly and put her hand over mine.

"I missed you," I said.

"You did, did you?"

"Yeah. I did. I feel stupid saying it, but-"

"No, don't feel stupid. It's a nice thing to hear. I miss you too when you aren't around for a while. I kinda... actually never mind."

"What?"

"I said never mind."

"Well I'm curious now."

"Too bad."

"C'mon, Steph. Tell me."

I poked her gently in the tummy. She swatted at my hand, trying to fend me off.

"Ugh, fine. All I was gonna say is sometimes I wish you'd move back home. That's all. Now I'm the one being stupid."

"Well we can be stupid together then. Maybe it runs in the family."

Steph giggled again. "Yeah, maybe it does."

Following another impulse, I leaned over and kissed her cheek. It was just a quick, brotherly kiss, although it wasn't something I'd ever tried before. Luckily, she didn't react badly to it anymore than she had to me cuddling up to her.

"My, someone's affectionate tonight," she said in almost a whisper.

"Sorry."

"Godammit, don't be sorry. If I hit you, then you can be sorry. Otherwise..."

Steph trailed off, but I understood what she meant. We seemed to be on the same emotional page that night. It was exactly the sort of connection I craved in my life. I needed someone who understood me, and who I could be close to physically. It seemed the solution had been easier than I ever could have hoped.

"What if I did move back?" I asked.

"What? Seriously?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."

"Aaron... your job... your, I don't know, everything you've been working for..."

"You know better than that. I have a job, I make some money, I rent a place... none of it's irreplaceable. I'm not on some grand career track. I don't have any real plans for the future."

Steph's hand squeezed mine. "But it's still something, right? I mean, there have to be things you'd be giving up."

"Yeah, there are. Like I say, I haven't really thought about this. I'm just talking. Probably doesn't mean anything."

Steph stayed quiet for a moment. I nuzzled at her shoulder, drawing reassurance from her body heat. I wondered if we'd sleep together again if I did move back home. Maybe it was only a one time thing.

"I'd like it if you did," she said finally. "I guess that's all I can say about it. It really has to be your call."

"Not entirely mine. I mean, you and Mom have to be okay with it. It's not really my house anymore."

"Don't be stupid. It'll always be your house too."

"Well... okay, but-"

"No 'buts.' That's just the way it is."

"Okay, Steph. Okay. I concede the point."

"Good." She squeezed my hand again. "G'night, Aaron."

"Night, Steph."

****

Waking up the next morning felt far better than it usually did. Beds are always more comfortable in the morning than at night anyway, but this time was even better. Steph's warmth added to mine in our blanket cocoon, making it nearly impossible for me to move. I was so cozy that I felt like I could lie there all day.

Steph's breathing was slow and regular. Her tummy rose and fell gently under my arm. I let my breathing fall into synch with hers, for no better reason than because I could. I drifted in a state somewhere between sleep and meditation, only just barely in the realm of the conscious. For an indeterminate amount of time, I was content. Utterly, perfectly, content.

I sensed my sister waking up before I could truly pinpoint any sign of change in her slumber. Seconds later, her eyes fluttered open, confirming my previously unsubstantiated feeling. She blinked a couple times, then turned her head toward me. Apparently satisfied that I was also awake, she settled back into her previous position and let her eyelids close again.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Morning. What time is it?"

I shrugged. "No idea."

She grunted in acknowledgement. For a moment it looked like she was simply going to drift back off to sleep.

"I had a weird dream," she said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhm. You were in it. I think you were living here again. Permanently."

"Well... at least we know where your mind picked that idea up from."

The corner of her lips twitched in amusement. "Yes, obviously that's the main concern."

"Oh hush. It's early. I don't have to be all deep and profound."

"Good thing."

Steph stretched, as though preparing to move. Instead, she rolled onto her side facing away from me and curled back up. I reached out and looped my arm around her waist, dragging her the few inches back toward me. She giggled and allowed herself to be tugged limply back where she'd started.

"You planning on having us both lie here all day?" she asked.

"Maybe. I could almost go for that."

"Yeah, me too. Almost." She let out a soft sigh. "We do have things to do though. Things that have to be done before you leave."

"You mean things you 'want' to have done before I leave. They don't 'have' to be done."

"Well whatever. It's almost the same thing."

Steph made another token effort at separating herself from me. This time when I pulled her back, she moved with me, rolling as I pulled her back. She ended up on top of me, her legs straddling my waist. She pushed herself more or less upright and looked down at me with a bemused smile.

"Just because it's endearing that you want to keep me close, doesn't mean I'm just going to let you," she said with a hint of teasing in her voice. "Even if we drop the argument over semantics, I'm starting to get hungry. I don't see much chance of us getting breakfast in bed."

"One can always hope."

"Alright. You stay here and hope, and I'll go actually deal with the problem. We'll see who has more luck."

Steph slid gracefully away from me. I caught a flash of her panties as she hopped to the floor and straightened out her shirt. I wasn't sure how to react to that. I wasn't able to dismiss the image easily as the minor freak accident it was. Luckily, she didn't seem to have noticed that anything was amiss.

****

Steph and I got back to painting late that morning. She seemed to think the half we'd done was going to need a third coat. I reminded her that if we didn't start on the other half, we probably wouldn't get to it. That got her back on track with the original plan. I understood the desire to have the painting be done properly in her room, but we just didn't have the time for it.

However, despite being under some amount of time-pressure, we weren't exactly pushing ourselves. Most of the focus we'd shared the day before seemed to have deserted us. We weren't professional painters at the best of times, and it showed even more so today.

Partly it seemed like we were working closer together. We'd done a good job of keeping out of each other's way previously. This time it was more like we testing the limits of proximity. I got 'accidentally' elbowed a few times, and in return I lightly hip-checked Steph when she got in my way. It slowed us down, but it also kept us amused.

Steph's bed was occupying a position more or less in the middle of the room. Once I had finished my part of the first coat, I wandered over to the bed and flopped down on my back. Steph was a little longer in finishing up her last section. She frowned at me when she turned and saw where I was.

"You aren't getting paint all over my sheets, are you?"

"Nope, no mess. Promise."

"Better not be." She came over and sat next to me. "It's gonna be an okay job, I think."

"Mmhm."

"Not perfect, but okay."

"Mmhm." I'd been staring up at the ceiling, my brain slowly processing what my eyes were relaying. "Hey Steph?"

"Yeah?"

"What about the ceiling?"

Steph looked up. Her frown returned as she saw the same thing I had. The old colour wasn't going to match her new pink walls at all.

"Shit. How did we not think of that?"

"I dunno. We're not professionals."

"No, but... I mean, it's obvious. And neither of us thought of it. And we aren't going to have time to do it, let alone how we'd go about doing it in the first place."

"A ladder, probably."

"Yes, but..." Steph paused, her train of thought temporarily derailed. "That's not the point. I don't know what the point even is anymore."

"Something about not getting your room painted properly, I think."

"Uh huh. Well, there's really only one solution to that."

"Is that right?"

"Yep. I'm just gonna have to hold you captive until we finish."

I chuckled, and after a moment Steph let out a giggle of her own.

"Slave labour, is it? I'd always hoped for something more than that."

"Hey, it wouldn't be all bad."

"Oh no?"

"I could make it worthwhile for you."

"You think so do you?"

Steph didn't answer. It took me a moment to realize that she hadn't been just joking around with her last statement; that to some extent, she'd meant it. I examined her face more closely, but as soon as she noticed I was looking she blanked her expression. We stared awkwardly at one another as the silence dragged on.

"You really want me to stay, don't you?" I asked.

"Well... yeah. And you want to stay too. But it's more complicated than that. Don't think I don't understand that."




Home



"That's true. Hypothetically, how would you make it 'worthwhile' for me to stay?"

"Just... how about we forget I said anything. It all seems a lot stupider now that I've thought about it."

"You know that just makes me more curious."

"Too bad for you."

"What do you mean too bad for me? You're the one who's trying to keep me here. You're gonna have to bribe me somehow."

Steph sighed and fell back to stretch out across her bed. I looked over at her, then emulated her. We lay parallel to each other, lost in our own thoughts.

"Shit!"

"What?" I looked over again, somewhat alarmed by her sudden outburst.

"I just got some paint on my sheet. It's not much though. It was mostly dried on me anyway."

"Ha! And after you were all worried about me doing that."

"Oh shut up. It's my bed, I can do what I want."

"That's a little hypocritical of you."

"So what?"

I shrugged. "Just sayin'."

Steph was a quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Hey Aaron?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you thought anymore about staying? Like, for real?"

"I've thought about it, yeah. Haven't come to any life changing decisions yet, if that's what you're asking."

"Oh, okay."

She sighed and rolled toward me. She put her head on my shoulder and rested her hand on my chest. My instinctual response was to sneak my arm around her and hold her against me. We just kind of lay there for a while, each of us leaving the other to their thoughts.

Cuddling with Steph felt nice; there was no avoiding that fact. It was something I'd have to give up if I left and went back to my real life and my lonely apartment. It was a tough choice to have to make. It was so easy to imagine dropping everything and moving back home. So easy to ignore all the problems that would cause.

"You should stay," Steph whispered.

"Yeah, I'm aware that's your position on the subject. You know it's not that simple. It'd be complicated. I'd have to move all my stuff, get a new job, deal with getting out of my lease-"

"So do that. I'll help. I mean, I'll help with what I can."

"Yeah, but-"

"And I really meant it when I said I'd make it all worth it for you."

I waited for a few seconds to make sure I wasn't going to get immediately interrupted again.

"You seem awfully invested in getting me to stay."

She shrugged. "I missed you. A lot. Things are better when you're here."

"Okay, I mean, I kinda feel that way too, but... I don't know, Steph. I just really don't know."

Steph pushed herself up onto her elbow. She chewed her lip in indecision for a moment, then sat the rest of the way up.

"Maybe I just gotta convince you then," she said quietly.

She moved quickly, before I even had a chance to ask how she planned to do that. Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt. In one smooth motion she pulled it up and over her head. I remained frozen in confusion. She had a bra on underneath so it wasn't like anything too crazy was actually happening, but I knew that her intent was something completely out of the ordinary.

Steph fidgeted with her shirt for a moment, then put it aside. She looked me in the eye ever so briefly, then turned away. She went for the clasp on her bra just as I was working up to saying something.

"What... Steph, what are you doing?"

"Convincing you. You like boobs, don't you?"

She tried to make it sound like a joke, but she was too nervous for that. Her voice trembled, and she fumbled with her bra clasp a couple times before unhooking it. I noticed her hand shaking slightly as she pulled her bra away from her chest.

I had no idea what I should do. My life experiences so far, and society in general, had failed to prepare me for my sister sitting topless next to me. Staring at her tits seemed incorrect, but also completely unavoidable. I mean, she wanted me to look. Clearly she wanted me to look. That was the whole purpose of taking her shirt and bra off. So I stared.

Nothing catastrophic happened right away, for which I was thankful. Steph had nice breasts, the sort I could happily admire for an extended period of time. I told myself I was just buying time so that I could figure how to extract myself tactfully from the room, but that was utter bullshit. She had me exactly where she wanted me.

"So... those are nice."

Steph blushed. "Thanks."

I waited, but she didn't say anything else. I was desperate for some signal as to what I should be doing or saying. Unfortunately, she showed no sign of giving me such an easy out.

"This is where I'm swayed to your point of view, is it?"

"Ideally."

Steph's single word responses, while generally unhelpful, somehow helped my panic to recede. The situation was weird and totally unfamiliar to me, but the longer we went without any further developments, the less justification my fight-or-flight response had for sounding battle stations.

I could ask her what she wanted me to say, but I already knew the answer. She wanted me to say that I'd stay. There was a certain appeal to temporarily surrendering my sense of personal responsibility, but ultimately I'd have to live with the decision. It was in my own best interest to choose correctly.

I sat up. This had the effect of putting me a lot closer to my sister's naked breasts. She pulled away ever so slightly as I moved, then got control of herself and straightened back up. I reached toward her experimentally. Her eyes flicked to my hand, then back to my face. Her expression remained more or less impassive as my hand made its way slowly to her chest.

My fingertips landed just above Steph's boobs. I hadn't expected her to stop me, but somehow I was still surprised to have gotten that far. I met her gaze as I trailed my touch lightly downward, traversing the soft curve of her breast.

Steph's lips twitched as she fought to maintain control of her face. She finally turned her head away, unable to maintain the pretense that everything was completely normal. I, on the other hand, was simply fascinated. The way she reacted to my touch and the way my body reacted in turn was all so strange and novel. This was absolutely the least platonic interaction there had ever been between us.

"I'm not convinced you've thought this through," I said.

"How so?"

"Assuming I stayed, and assuming more of... this... happened."

"More touching?"

"Touching, looking, sleeping, whatever. That's what you're trying to lure me with, after all."

"Persuading," she corrected. "Not luring."

"Right, well if we assume that you manage to persuade me, then... isn't it possible I might start to want more?"

Steph bit her lip, then nodded. "It's possible," she said softly. "Why do you assume I haven't thought of that already?"

The obvious answer was that it was crazy, that I shouldn't be interested in my sister that way and that she should know that. The obvious answer also happened to be complete bullshit.

"So you've thought of everything then?"

She shrugged. "Probably not everything. Obviously I can't know for sure what you're going to do, or think, or say."

"That makes two of us."

Steph's lips twitched in amusement. She'd been gradually appearing more confident, mirroring the way I was feeling. Once the initial apprehension wore off, there really wasn't anything scary or nerve-wracking about the situation. It was just weird and socially unacceptable, was all.

Steph swung her leg over my lap and lowered herself to rest lightly across my thighs. She put her hands on my shoulders to balance herself, or maybe to hold on in case I tried to push her away. Her new position made it easy to reach her with both hands instead of just one. I put my hands on her hips and dragged them slowly upward, tracing her soft curves.

"This is kinda nice," I said.

"It kinda is," she agreed. "We could probably do a lot more of it if you decided not to leave."

"Oh yeah? And what else could we do?"

"Hmm, well..."

Steph slid backward off my lap. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me. If anything, she made for an even hotter picture from that position. She looked up at me, traces of lust now evident in her eyes. I probably had more or less the same expression. I was getting pretty turned on.

I knew what was coming, but I still watched in disbelief as Steph reached toward my crotch. My sister was trying to get into my pants, as ludicrous a thought as that would have been on any other day. It was like something out of a dream, the kind that you only half-remember when you wake up. This was so much more than a dream, however, and wasn't the sort of thing I'd soon forget.

I jumped a little when Steph's fingers actually made contact with my cock. She flinched in response to my reaction, but only for a second. My erection filled out quickly under her care. I leaned back, propping myself up on my arms and watched her through half-closed eyes. This was fucked. It was so, so fucked. But it felt good, and it wasn't hurting anyone, so it couldn't really have been all that bad.

"Is this what you want?" she asked softly.

I just nodded, my voice having temporarily deserted me. Her dextrous little fingers were doing amazing things to me, and she'd only just started. I lifted my butt off the mattress as she tugged on my pants. Together we stripped me from the waist down, removing all obstacles between her and my hard cock.

Steph took my shaft in a more solid grip. She stroked me slowly, but firmly. I groaned in pleasure at what she was doing to me. Her handjob felt amazing and, if I was being totally honest, it wasn't all because of the physical aspect. Some part of me-some deranged, pervy aspect of my mind-couldn't help deriving pleasure from watching my little sister perform such a sexual task on me. I loved her, and she was forbidden, and she was kneeling half-naked in front of me with my cock in her hand. It was quite a sexy mess to process.

"This is... pretty convincing," I said, failing abysmally to keep my voice steady.

"Thought it might be." She tilted her head slightly. "Of course, the other option was that you'd freak out and leave and never come back. I was really hoping it wasn't going to be that one."

I forced a half-hearted chuckle, although her alternate scenario wasn't really that funny. I wondered if me leaving home had triggered some kind of abandonment issues for her. If so, that would be a good reason to stay this time. I reached out and brushed her hair back from her face, trying to convey reassurance through the simple touch. She leaned into my touch slightly, nuzzling against my palm.

It all became so much more clear for me in that moment; my sister needed me. At least, she needed me more than anyone or anything in the new life I'd been trying to build. I'd been focused on entirely the wrong things. Plus, I'd been a lot happier even in the few days I'd been back. Maybe I never should have left in the first place.

Steph squealed as I grabbed her and pulled her up onto the bed with me. I swung her down onto her back, then climbed onto my knees and straddled her waist. Her eyes lit up with barely restrained hope and her chest heaved at the sudden burst of excitement. I smiled and reached down to play with her perky tits. She replaced her grip on my cock and stroked me even more enthusiastically.

She wanted to ask me; I could tell. She wanted to be sure she was reading me right. She alternated between starting to say something, and chewing on her lip hesitantly. Her hand kept moving the whole time, stroking my pre-cum-slick shaft. She was going to make me cum. That was a new and strange realization all on its own. Despite having come to terms with getting jerked off by my sister, somehow her finishing the job required me to evaluate our circumstances all over again.

I pinched one of Steph's nipples lightly just to see what she'd do. Her eyelids fluttered for a second and she drew in a sharp breath through her teeth. A faint smile flashed across her lips. I rubbed small circles around her nipples with my thumbs, intrigued at the reaction I got from toying with the sensitive tips of her breasts. Her grip tightened on me in response, driving me ever nearer to orgasm.

We were locked together, joined in an illicit sexual moment. Our mutual goal was my eventual release. More and more I felt the desire, the need, for that final burst of pleasure. I felt it inside me, growing stronger with every passing second. My sister's fingers worked their magic and built me to a climax.

"Oh god, Steeeph," I moaned as the last barrier fell away.

Time stopped for an instant, then exploded in a rush of sensation. I came hard, spurting onto Steph's tummy and breasts. I watched semen spurt from my cock like I was in a dream. It was the most surreal feeling in the world to be painting my sister's stomach in such a naughty way.

I stared stupidly down at my sister as my lust faded away. There was cum all over her; my cum. That was bad, wasn't it? It seemed like it should be a bad thing to my calmed down and slightly-more-rational brain. She looked back at me, evaluating my expression carefully. I shook my head as though it might help clear some of the confusion.

"Are you convinced yet?" she asked.

A slow, goofy grin spread across my lips. "You want me to stay pretty bad, huh?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I think I was clear about that."

"And if I did... there'd be more of what we did just now?"

"Maybe. If you're good."

I laughed. I couldn't help myself; all of a sudden every single thing about the situation seemed hilarious. I half-fell off of Steph, coming to rest next to her on my side. She smiled at my amusement but didn't succumb to actual laughter.

"What? What's so funny?" she asked.

"Everything. Everything's just... crazy. It's all so ridiculous."

"Why's that?"

"You're lying there like that," I said, gesturing to her naked, cum covered torso, "and you're going to ask me what's so crazy?"

She looked down at herself, then let out a giggle of her own. "Okay, fair point."

I put my hand on her tummy, just below where my cum was splashed across her skin. I felt the warmth and smoothness of her body through my palm. Steph stopped giggling and bit her lip as she looked over at me. Her pleading eyes expressed what she didn't want to say out loud. I'd achieved release, but she was still all worked up.

I slid my hand lower, locating the waistband of her pants. She reached down without any further prompting and pushed her pants partway down her legs. I kept looking straight into her eyes as I maneuvered my hand under her panties. Her pussy was soaked.

"I want to stay," I said.

Steph smiled. "Good."

"I want..." I trailed off, unsure how to phrase my desires properly.

She nodded as though she understood, even though I hadn't really said much of anything. It wouldn't have been that hard to guess the general idea. I didn't think it would even be possible for us to go back to a purely platonic relationship anyway. There are some lines that can't be uncrossed.

Steph's eyes widened and her lips twitched adorably as I found a sensitive spot. I was running my fingers along her wet slit, slowly probing deeper between her pussy lips. Hitting her clit seemed to get the best reactions from her, so I tried to put a little more focus there.

"Please," she breathed.

Her single word activated something inside of me; some desire to please and to possess all at once. She needed release, and she needed me to help her get there. She was temporarily enslaved to the whim of my touch. It was so unlike any feeling I was familiar with. I kind of liked it.

"You want me to keep doing this?" I asked softly as I rubbed the pad of my finger over the top of her slit again.

"Yesss," she hissed.

Steph arched her back in pleasure. Her fingers dug into the bed sheets, clenching and unclenching alternately. It looked like she was going to cum at any moment. It fascinated me to watch every twitch of her body, every small sign of her elevated arousal. I could practically see the buildup inside her, the orgasm forming and preparing to explode. I kept my fingers constantly moving and worked her steadily toward it.

Steph came all at once with no real warning. She abruptly stiffened and thrust her hips upward, pushing her pussy into my hand. She made a noise like a muffled moan that went on for several seconds. One of her hands latched onto my shoulder, maybe just for something to hold. She twitched and spasmed through her orgasm until it finally died down.

"Oh. My. God," she said.

"Good?"

She snorted weakly. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Who knew I had it in me."

"Well... you know, not to belittle your skills, but-"

"Hush, quit while you're ahead."

"Good call."

I pulled my hand away from Steph as she stretched out lazily. She still made quite a sexy sight, disheveled and undressed as she was. I decided I could get used to seeing her like that. And feeling her like that. And... other things.

"So you're staying?" she asked. "For real?"

"For real," I confirmed.

"Good. That's the right decision. You'll see."

I smiled as I lay down next to her. I was already pretty sure of that myself.



Home



It's been a long and tiring day, traveling always wears you out. It feels so good to be home; just walking through the door is a relief. Dropping your bags in the entranceway, you decide there will be plenty of time to unpack later. Kicking off your shoes you head toward the bedroom to get undressed and relax. You can't wait to get out of your clothes, preferring to wear just a tank top and panties around the house.

Just as you get to the bedroom door, your phone chirps and vibrates. Pulling it out of your pocket, you look down to see a message from your sir.

"Home yet?"

You smile as you quickly respond that you've just gotten in.

You put the phone down on the bed as you pull your t-shirt over your head. Reaching back, you unclasp and remove your bra. You take a short breath of relief; you really wish you could go without a bra all the time. Just as you reach to unbutton your jeans, your phone beeps again.

"What are you doing now?"

You stand there topless, thinking about how to answer. Feeling a little mischievous, you tell him that you're undressing.

Your smile gets bigger as you hit the send button. You know that message will get him excited. You hope he is in the mood to have some fun; you could really use the release. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a new message coming in.

"Are you naked?"

You know how he likes to have you strip for him, so you carefully reply. You tell him that you are standing in your bedroom, in just your jeans and panties.

As you put the phone down again, you can't help but feel a little excitement. As you stand topless, waiting for the next message from him, you wonder what he might have you do. Certainly you'll end up nude and he'll probably have you masturbate for him. You hope he doesn't make you wait too long for your orgasm. Will he let you use your toys today? You absent mindedly play with your nipple as you think about plunging your vibrator into your juicy cunt. You jump when the phone chirps again, bringing you back to reality.

"MMMMM, I like that. I want to see it."

This is not the first time he's asked for a picture; not even close. He told you once that he has a folder of your photos on his phone, so he can see you in any state of dress or bondage anytime he wants. You open the camera app on your phone and flip it so you can see what you're doing. You make sure to get as close to a full body shot as you can, showing off your legs encased in the tight jeans, flat stomach and gorgeous tits. Smiling seductively you hit the button and take the photo. After checking it out to make sure he'll like it, you send it to him.

He's definitely in the mood to have some fun; your smile gets bigger as you begin to anticipate his reaction. You remember the first time you sent him a photo; you were in the bath tub. You were very careful to place your hands and legs so everything was covered, but it was still hot as hell. That was a long time ago; you have nothing to hide from him anymore. As you remember how nervous you were sending that first photo, wondering if he was going to like it or not, your phone goes off again.

"Beautiful"

You can't help but feel a little relief, pride and excitement. It doesn't matter how many times he compliments you, every time makes you feel special. You need his approval and admiration more than you are willing to admit, even to yourself.

You barely have time to read the one word reply, when the next message comes in.

"Are you playing with your nipples?"

You think about lying to him, but you know he would find out somehow; he always seems to know. You send back a message telling him that you started pinching them while you were thinking about what he was going to say to you earlier. Hitting the send button you're not sure how he is going to take that. He's never restricted you from touching yourself or masturbating, but you know he also likes to tell you when and where to touch yourself. Luckily, you don't have to wait long for his response.

"That's good. I want you to pinch and pull them until they are stiff and red. But first I want you to unbutton your jeans. DO NOT UNZIP THEM OR TAKE THEM OFF. Just undo the button."

As you read the message you get a little flushed, he knows how sensitive your nipples are and how much it turns you on to have them pinched and pulled. Before you even start you're already getting hot. Obeying his instruction you reach down and undo the button on your jeans. You have an immediate sense of relief as the material relaxes around your waist. As you bring your hand up to your left nipple, you slowly stroke the underside of your breast. A small pleasure that you allow yourself, you're sure he won't mind that. With careful, practiced movements you begin to gently pinch the base of the nipple, slowly working your way to the tip. You immediately feel the pleasure and slight pain mingling and start getting flushed all over again. As you bring your other hand up to do the same thing on your right nipple, you look down. You notice that the unbuttoned jeans have a naughty look to them. Your panties are low enough that it appears as though you're not wearing any. You're not sure if that was his intent or not, you know he likes to have you go out without panties sometimes. The thought does bring back some memories of times you've spent in various stages of undress while out in public. Thinking of how he leans over at restaurants and whispers, "now", telling you to slip your panties from under your skirt; you begin to pull outward on your nipples. New sensations flow through your tits as your nipples stiffen. You continue pinching and pulling at your nipples harder, thinking of him. Just as you start feeling the warming effects of the pain and pleasure mix spreading through your chest, the phone beeps again.

"How does that feel?"

Reluctantly, you stop teasing yourself to pick up the phone. With a small sigh, you respond that it feels great, but he knew that already. You wonder if you should continue, you really want to continue, but aren't sure if that's what he wants. You decide to go ahead, he won't mind. Before you can continue though, his next message comes through.

"Stop now. I want you to unzip your pants. Do not take them off yet, but make sure your panties are visible. Send me a picture."

You smile as you read the message, laughing a little. Even when he isn't here to see it, he still wants a slow strip tease. Quickly you do as instructed, unzipping your jeans and folding the edges apart so your bright pink panties can be seen clearly. Most of your panties are pink; you've had to buy a lot of them since submitting to him. He says he likes the way the soft, bright, color looks against your smooth skin. Happy with the way the panties are peeking out of your jeans; you give your nipples a couple of quick pinches to bring the redness back to them. You know he will want to see that. Again, you take a full body shot of yourself with a seductive look and send it to him.

His response is almost immediate, not even time for you to wonder if he'll like it.

"Absolutely gorgeous! Your nipples look delicious."

This time you openly blush, you love to have your nipples licked and sucked. Just the thought of him kissing, licking and biting at them gets you excited. You can feel yourself starting to get wet. You desperately wish you could continue playing with your nipples. Why did he have to tell you to stop? You resist the urge to snake your hand down your pants while waiting for your next instruction. It wasn't forbidden, but you don't think he would like that. So, you stand there with your tits out and your pants undone, waiting for him to tell you what to do.

It seems like time has slowed as you stare at the phone, waiting. It feels like hours passing, when you're sure it's only been a minute or two. He knows. The waiting, anticipating, is getting to you. You start imagining what he could have in mind. Will you get to take your pants off at least? Will he want you to rub and finger yourself? Will he have you use a toy? Will he let you cum? Your thoughts are enough to keep you excited, you're a little surprised to realize that you've gotten very wet, just waiting.

Alone with your thoughts, you just stand there.

Part II coming soon; all feedback is welcomed.



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*The story below is based on my personal experiences with my Sir. Please enjoy! *

Cecilia stumbles down the street, purse clutched in one hand, coat carelessly draped over the other.

 I am so late. He is going to be so mad. 

Making it to the intersection, Cecilia spots her destination: Roundabout Café. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she strides to the door and yanks it open. She smoothens her skirt and hair, then glances around the coffee shop.

Being a lazy Sunday morning, business at Roundabout Café was rather slow. Cecilia spots an elderly couple in the corner reading the paper together, his hand caressing hers absentmindedly, a hint of a smile etched on his warm face. A group of editors chat quietly but furiously around a table, each on their third cup of espressos. Cecilia bites her lip, feeling a little out of place.

"Cecilia," a deep, sonorous voice jolts her back to the present moment. She traces the voice to a man approaching her, a man wearing a fitted white v-necked t-shirt and an intense, burning gaze.

 It's him. Oh god, it's him. 

She glances up at him and shivers deliciously, savouring his understated dominance. He towers over her, smiling down at her almost knowingly.

"Sit. I have ordered a cappuccino for you," he states, then turns and strides back to the booth he had previously occupied. Cecilia blinks a few times, a little dazed, then follows him. She slides into her side of the booth, dumping her belongings next to her, then glances up at him.

He sits there calmly and casually, arms folded across his broad chest, the same knowing smirk etched into his handsome face. Her gaze follows up from his lips to take in the light stubble that splatters across his chiselled jaw. He looks fixedly at her, intensely studying Cecilia with amusement. She notices this and flushes a deep red, but she cannot look away from his stare.

His eyebrow cocks up, as he continues to hold the gaze. Cecilia sits across from him, almost hypnotised, not unlike the way a dog might focus on a mouth-watering bone.

She snaps out of this trance when he gently enfolds her hand into both of his.

"Are you okay?" he smirks.

"I – I'm fine. Do I not look it?"

"You look a bit...flushed."

"The heater must be on in here," she whispers, captivated.

"It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh, Cecilia. I was beginning to think that you decided to not show up – "

"I'm sorry I'm late, I got lost - "

"It is our first time meeting, so I will let your tardiness go. Did you sleep well?"

Taken aback by his sudden change of topic, Cecilia hesitantly mutters, "I slept fine, why?"

"Just curious," he smiles, the warmth reaching his eyes.

 How mercurial. 

Cecilia notices for the first time the cup of cappuccino sitting in front of her and reaches with her other hand to take a slow sip, letting the warm liquid slowly slide down her throat.

 Two can play at this game. 

She licks the foam off her upper lip with her tongue sensually then casually asks, "So when did you get into BDSM?"

His eyebrows shoot up and the smirk returns to his face.

"Being in control has always been a core part of my identity. Being a Dom just allows me to exert this authority and control in a sexual context, which lends itself to being in control in real life. It's a win-win situation," he explains.

"So you've been doing this for a long time now."

"That would be an eloquent way to put it, yes. However, I am looking for something different, something more long term nowadays."

Surprised, Cecilia says, "That's what I'm looking for as well. I sort of spent the past few months flitting between play partners and it honestly made me pretty unhappy. I know I'm probably less experienced than most of the people you might play with, but I know that I want something more...intimate. It's difficult to give yourself to somebody and become completely vulnerable when there isn't any stability in who you are submitting to."

"Yes," he agrees, "it would be the same for me, just from the Dom aspect. You can't really exert total authority over multiple people that you see every now and then and just expect them all to become yours."

"This conversation got pretty deep pretty quickly!" Cecilia lets out a giggle, her free hand covering her mouth.

"Hmm...that was your intention, wasn't it?"

Her cheeks turn a light pink and she bites her lip.

"What are your safe words and hard limits?"

It was her turn to raise her eyebrows, but she clears her throat and explains, "I'm comfortable with the traffic light system, yellow being 'slow down' and red being 'stop'. My hard limits would include anal, fisting, cutting, blood, permanent marking, water sports and death."

"Death?" he lets out a booming but friendly laugh.

"You've got to be comprehensive!"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure death won't be part of our sessions," he says teasingly.

"What are you fetishes then?" she asks boldly, beginning to get comfortable with him.

"Fetishes, fetishes. The main thing I'm into right now is orgasm control and denial, there's something intoxicating about controlling somebody's right to something so...primal and almost selfish. Apart from that, the bigger ones include bondage, candle wax and spanking. I would like to try collaring somewhere down the line, but that would hopefully be with a longer term submissive."

"You literally just listed my main fetishes..." Cecilia breathes.

He cocks his head to one side, studying her with interest.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" he suggests, "I live just two streets over."

Normally, Cecilia would have thrown the cup of cappuccino into the face of any man who proposes this. But this time feels...different. She feels a sort of connection with him that is unique, something that definitely stirs from deep down inside of her.

"Let's go," she decides, her breath a little shaky.

He stands up still holding her hand, grabs his coat, and then nods for her to do the same. Cecilia manages to pick up her purse and coat, then stands up on weak knees. He puts a protective and strong arm around her small shoulders, and she breathes in his manly scent as she snuggles up into his neck.

"You fit perfectly into me," he remarks while steering them out of the coffee shop and back out onto the mid-morning quiet street. They stroll down the street in a comfortable silence, enjoying the light patter of rain falling on the curb.

Cecilia turns to look up at his face, which is relaxed yet has an air of authority to it. She shivers a little and hides a smile. He peers down at her and grins, tightening his grip around her shoulders to press her into his toned torso and then kisses her on the head.

 He's so...nice. This is weird. 

Before she realises, they had stopped outside an apartment block.

He spins her to face him and says, "This is my place. It's up to you if you would like to come up."

Cecilia studies him, searching his eyes. Nothing other than sincerity and trust showed, as his gaze once again burns into her. Again, she cannot look away.

"Yes, would you please show me around?"

He smiles and kisses her on the forehead.

"Of course."

He opens a series of doors and leads her up several flights of stairs to his apartment. Cecilia's heart raced as she followed him into his apartment, a spacious loft welcoming her. She looks around and takes in the framed photographs and books that lie strewn all over the place. He comes up behind her abruptly and hugs her from behind, showering Cecilia's neck with kisses.

She melts into his embrace and relaxes, his large and strong frame enveloping her much smaller counterpart. He moves them to the couch, himself sitting down while she stands trapped between his legs.

"Strip to your panties, Cecilia, but keep eye contact," he firmly commands, his gaze not leaving hers.

"Erm...okay."

She settles her gaze onto his, but quickly flickers down to his chest.

"Eye contact, Cecilia. That's one."

"You're so intimidating," she whispers as she shimmies her skirt down her legs.

Kicking off her shoes in one swift motion, Cecilia weakly looks into his eyes while he looks right back in bemusement. Lifting the bottom of her top, Cecilia can't handle any more of the intensity and glances down to her hands.

"Focus. That's two."

Nervously, she removes her shirt, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. She can't help but feel a bit self-conscious as she can feel him stare hungrily down her body.

"That's three, Cecilia. I can see you looking away," he smirks.

Cecilia bites her lip and unbuckles her bra, letting it fall down to the ground. She now stands between his legs, soft and naked apart from her blue panties.

"Good girl," he whispers while reaching a hand up to stroke the side of her left thigh. Her skin stands to attention at his caress, as she feels herself relax.

"Four. You really need to focus, Cecilia."

Panicking, Cecilia lifts her gaze back up to his.

"I'm sorry," she apologises.

He looks at her expectantly.

"...Sir," she adds.

He smiles and nods with his eyes closed, "That's better."

She bites her lip nervously but she is not scared. This man sitting in front of her...she can physically feel his dominance washing over her, and although she is intimidated, she feels relaxed, she feels right.

"This will be our first session, so I do not want to push you too hard. We will be learning each others' bodies, and so I would like you to remember your safe words. What are they?"

"Yellow and red," she says quickly.

Again, he looks at her expectantly.

"Sir!"

 Get it together, Cecilia. 

"Hmm...that's six. We're going to play a game. Come here."

He spins her around to face the wooden coffee table.

"Wrists out in front of you."

She does as she is told and he takes a long length of red rope to expertly bind her wrists in front of her.

"Were you a boy scout?" she asks.

"I just like my rope," he countered with a glint in his eye. He checks the restraint to ensure that it is not too tight.

"You are to tell me if you feel any coldness or numbness in your hands, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Sir."

"Sir!"

"That's seven, Cecilia. We're going to have some fun now," he chuckles.

A blindfold is produced from a drawer and placed over Cecilia's eyes, effectively bringing her into darkness. She is then bent over the coffee table until her elbows rest comfortably on it, the height of the table being so that Cecilia's ass sticks up and out vulnerably.

Cecilia feels a die being placed in her hand.

"You are to roll this die seven times. It will stay on the table, failure to do so will result in consequences. The number that you roll will correspond to an activity. If you roll a one, it will be a bare bottom spanking with my hand. A two or three, the belt. A four, the whip. A five or six will be 45 seconds of tickling. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"That's eight. You may begin."

Right as Cecilia lifts her arms to drop the die, she feels his fingers probing her wetness, and then two expert fingers thrust deeply into her dripping cunt.

"Oh, and no cumming."

 Fuck, I'm not going to survive this. 

As Cecilia bucks against his primal exploration of her sopping wet cunt, she finally reaches her eighth roll, yielding yet another six.

"Good girl. Your results are two twos, a three, two fours, and three sixes."

"But Sir, I'm terribly ticklish, I'll be kicking and screaming – "

"And which part of that would be disincentive?"

Panting heavily and on the very edge of release, Cecilia's fate of the evening washes over her.

"Remember your safe words."

He guides her to lie down on the sofa, then sets a timer.

"You rolled three sixes, so that equates to two minutes and 25 seconds of tickling."

"Sir, please - "

"And you will be quiet throughout, what will the neighbours think?" he chuckles and then shoves the panties he had taken off of her halfway throughout rolling the die into Cecilia's mouth.

It was the longest two minutes and 25 seconds Cecilia had ever experienced. She had also never arched her body into such extreme forms to escape tickle torture, as she continues to squirm even after he is finished.

Before she is allowed even ten seconds of relaxation, he picks her up and bends her over the arm of the sofa. The gag is taken out of her mouth.

"Remember your safe words, I do not want to hurt you too severely. You will receive four spankings by hand, six by belt and eight by the whip. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," finally too tired to fight back and just accepted.

"Good girl."

Almost immediately, his large and strong hand strikes her right ass cheek, catching her surprise.

  Whack.  

"Count. Say 'thank you, Sir' after each one."

"One, thank you Sir."

  Whack.  

"Two, thank you Sir."

  Whack.  

Squirming, Cecilia manages, "Three, thank you Sir."

  Whack.  

"Four, thank you Sir."

"You see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"

"No Sir."

Still blindfolded and bent over the arm of the sofa, Cecilia could only guess that he had walked off a bit. Her guesses were confirmed when she heard the heavy snap of the belt between swung into the pillar. She cringed and jerked her body, twitching from the impact that never hits her.

"I want you to count again."

"Yes, Si – "

  Smack.  

The first bite of the heavy, leather belt snaps nastily against her already warm ass. She arches her back and cries out a little from the impact.

"One, thank you Sir."

  Smack.  

"Two, thank you Sir."

  Smack,     smack,     smack.  

Cecilia cries out at the quick succession and the nastiness of the bites against her tender skin.

"Five, thank you Sir."

Then silence. She cannot feel his presence behind her anymore, nor can she sense the whereabouts of the belt. Suddenly, she hears the crack of the belt hitting against a pillar a few metres away. She flinches involuntarily.

A few tantalising seconds later –

  Smaaaaaaack.  

Cecilia jerks forward, feeling the welt forming on her already bruised ass.

"Six, thank you Sir," she whispers hoarsely.

"Good girl."

She breathes heavily, feeling the pain wash over her sensitive skin. Cecilia feels his strong hand take hers.

"I need to know that you are still with me. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."

After a few seconds, Cecilia squeezes his hand softly.

"I'm going to continue with the whip now. There will be eight strikes, and I want you to count again. You're doing incredibly."

"Thank you, Sir."

 I can't do this. I can. I can't. 

She can hear him stroll around the room confidently, cracking the whip against the furniture. Silence washes over her bruised body, as she pants and tries to take deep breaths.

His warm hand caresses her swollen ass cheeks, tapping gently.

  Crack.  

"One, thank you Sir!"

  Crack,     crack.  

"Three! Thank you Sir!"

Cecilia begins to sob as she cries out the count. The pain of the spanking provides a cathartic release for the small girl, who flinches involuntarily in preparation of the remaining whips.

  Craaaaaaack.  

She bites her lip and cries out loudly.

"Four," she pants, "thank...you, Sir!"

 I can't. 

  Crack.  

Twenty minutes later, Cecilia has endured until the last whipping of the night.

"Last one, Cecilia, I'm so proud of you."

Cecilia drapes limply across the arm of the sofa, breath shallow and eyes closed. She is deep in subspace as nothing else matters to her at that moment except for accepting his dominance.

  Crack.  

The impact of the last strike brings her to a jolt, as she savours the ringing effects of the crack.

"Eight...thank you, Sir," she whispers, knees going weak, finally giving into the vulnerability.

He catches her before she cripples onto the ground into a sobbing mess, his voice soft and cooing.

"You were amazing, Cecilia. Come," cradling her in his arms, he carries her up the stairs to his bed. He undoes her restraints and blindfold, then throws it all aside. She lies on his bed, dazed, completely exposed...but she was neither afraid nor intimidated anymore.

"Shhh, I am so proud of you, you were incredible," he whispers in her ear. She feels his arms around her and then his weight being shifted to one side so that he now lies on top of her, framing her small body protectively.

"You did so well, I'm here, and you're right here with me," he murmurs, showering her face and neck with small kisses.

She blinks up at him, then leans into his ear and mutters, "Fuck me, Sir, please..."

Slightly taken aback, he lifts his head to instead be captivated by the burning desire in her gaze, the pure need to be used evident. Reaching into the bedside table, he grabs a condom and expertly puts it over his throbbing cock with one hand, the other never stopping the caress all over her body.

He kisses her deeply right as he thrusts the entirety of his cock into the wet folds of her cunt, grunting as her tightness grips his throbbing member.

"Ohhhhh, Sir...you fill me up so well, please fuck me..." she pleads, eyes closed and completely surrendering to the animalistic heat and pounding.

"You are mine, you are my property. Your little cunt and mouth are mine to use and to take whenever and wherever I want," he grunts, grabbing her slim wrists and holding them above her head, effectively pinning her underneath him.

"Please Sir, please use and fuck me hard," she moans, bucking against his body. He was right, she does fit perfectly into him.

He quickens his grinding, then suddenly flips her over and pushes her head into the bed so that her ass sticks up into the air, all the more accessible to his merciless pounding. One hand pushes her head into the bed, whilst the other slaps her ass almost to the beat of his thrusts.

"Sir...Sir...this feels so good," she nearly screams, her cunt gripping tighter and tighter around his thick, juicy cock. She is on the brink of release.

"Sir! Please, may I cum? Please!" she shouts, the carnal lust breaking her voice.

"Cum for me, my little slut, cum now!" he roars, speeding up his fucking. He grabs her hips with both hands and thrusts long and hard into her dripping hole.

Her body seizes up as her cunt clenches around his cock, wave after wave of her intense orgasm washing all over her body. Heart pounding, toes curling and squirming underneath him, Cecilia basks in the deliciousness of the pent up release, savouring the intensity of the orgasm.

His pounding comes almost to a stop, as he quickly flips her over yet again and starts to jerk his cock. He throws his head back and growls deeply as his jerking gets more frantic, until a final grunt signifies his own release.

Ropes and ropes of thick, hot cum spews out from his cockhead, painting a portrait on Cecilia's tits, stomach and face. She gazes up at him smiling softly, and licks some of the cum off of her lips. Panting hard and feeling satiated, Cecilia reaches a hand up to stroke his face, as he slumps down next to her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"You're mine now...all mine," he pants, kissing the top of her head.

Cecilia can't help smiling, as she snuggles into him.

"Sir?"

"Yes, little one?"

"Thank you for today."

"You are very welcome," he says while chuckling.

"Are you my Dom now?"

He kisses her forehead and murmurs, "I'd very much like to be, yes."

"Why do I get a feeling that there is a 'but' that follows?"

"There is no 'but', it's that simple."




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"That makes me very, very happy, Sir."

"So it does, little one, so it does," he whispers into her ear.

He tightens his embrace as they both begin to calm down a little, breaths and heartbeats starting to synchronise.

 Finally, I'm home. 



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After many years of reading erotica I've finally decided to try my hand at writing it as more than a casual hobby. Towards that end I'm looking to Literotica as a place to hone my craft and gather feedback from fellow lovers of the form. 

The story below I wrote many years ago and I share it here to give you a taste of my style. 

I appreciate any and all feed back as that's truly what I hope to gain from the site and I do hope that you enjoy reading my tales. 

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Another long day comes to a close as you walk in the door. A great sigh of relief slipping from your lips and one thought going through your mind, Home.

Your work though rewarding and challenging has never given you that same profound feeling of satisfaction that simply being home does. Home, where you heart belongs, where your world is at peace and where I am. It is here that your place is, caring for me, supporting me and loving me.

Setting aside your bag you take a deep breath just drinking in the feeling of being home, the scent of candles burned that morning that still fills the air, the sight of everything in order just as it should be and just as I like it. A peace washes over you and also a hunger because now you know real work begins. But you are eager for it, eager for my touch and my presence, and as always sensing that you haven't much time.

Moving quickly and efficiently you first tend to a few matters that need your touch. A bit of straightening here, a little cleaning there, generally setting things in order and ensuring that everything is as it should be. As you do so your hand slips to the collar at your neck, running your fingers along the cool metal of it, savoring the constant warmth and peace it fills you with. To feel it each day about your neck brings you comfort, a constant reminder that you are mine and a memory of my touch.

Stopping for a moment you finger the single diamond that hangs from the ring at the front. Remembering when I put it there this morning, the look of love in my eyes as I removed your leash and attached the stone, knowing that single diamond was my way of showing you your place as the center of my life and world. Sighing deeply you dream of the day that it will be followed by a row of smaller stones, one each for the beautiful children you will give me.

Content that everything is as it should be you fetch your phone and pull up the email that contains my journal from today. You read it slowly and carefully for the third time since you got it but an hour past, noting the emotions that flow through my words, the frustrations and the joys. Your quick mind makes notes, of both the parts that touch your heart and the little things that show you ways that you can better care for me.

Seeing that I want to stay in this night but that I have not asked for anything specific for dinner you slip into the kitchen glancing through the fridge and cabinets to ensure you have everything you'll need to make any one of my favorite meals. Then content you realize its time to get ready for me.

It had taken a little doing to work out our schedules like this, to ensure that you were able to return home a couple of hours before me, but we had found very quickly that we both treasured the chance that it gave you to prepare yourself and our home for my return. It settles your mind and your heart to be able to spend some time focusing on these simple things. It also leaves you feeling less guilt and stress that you are working. Because even though you know that I love that you are pursuing your dreams, you also know how important it is to me that you are able to invest time and care into making sure everything is perfect and pleasing at home.

But most importantly, you know it brings me great joy to come home each night and find you there. That there simply is little that relaxes me faster than finding everything in order and you ready, eager and waiting for me.

A warm tingle of anticipation runs through your body at that thought and the knowledge that I will soon be home. And with a quick glance at the clock you go scurrying of to the bathroom knowing that there was still much to do. As you strip out of your work clothes your eyes fall on the dress you wore last night for me and your mind wanders lost in memories.

Once more you can see the look of love and lust in my eyes as I dressed you in your most revealing and sultry of dresses and took you downtown to the club. Walking in there on my arm knowing every eye in the place was devouring you and seeing, even as they lusted after you, that your full attention was only for me. Remembering the jealously you could see in their eyes and the pride on my face to have you on my arm, it makes your heart swell and your cunt burn just at the thought of it. For a moment you are just lost in that image savoring the mix of emotions that wash through you, the warmth of my love, the fire of my desire, the peace of being mine and the joy at being complete, at being home in your place with me. Then finally, sighing deeply you step into the shower.

Beginning to wash you savor the sweet scents of your washes and oils, knowing how much I adore the scent and taste of your skin when I bite it. At that thought your hand steals to the fresh bruise on your left breast, the teeth marks clearly visible where I had been sucking and chewing on it this morning. Smiling you remember and marvel at just how much I adore your tits and how often you find my hands or mouth upon them. Running one hand down your stomach your fingers graze the spot where you know my mark resides and another image flashes through your mind.

I was laying half on top of you after we had just finished making love. We were resting and savoring our connection to each other. You had raised your head and looked down at me to see my eyes staring at that mark as my fingertips dance across it. Your heart had warmed at the look of wonder and love in my eyes as I traced it with a fingertip, seemingly in awe. For several long moments I simply couldn't stop touching your stomach, playing my fingers across your firm muscles and teasing your skin before I finally slid up your body to capture your lips and spend many more minutes showing you just how much I loved you. You groan as the memory passes only to be replaced by another as your washing hands slide back to your firm ass. Rubbing absently at the bruises there from where my hands had gripped you so fiercely as I took you the night before. Remembering how I had slipped us into that closet at the club and pulled your dress up over your hips, unable to restrain my hunger for you any longer.

Shivering again and realizing you are on the edge of release from the memories alone, you shake yourself and finish washing. But to do so you have to remind yourself that if you become too lost in these memories you will not be ready for my return. A thought that makes you wince at a different memory, the sting of my punishments.

Stepping from the shower after finishing you wrap a warm pink robe around your body, smiling at one of the many gifts I have given you. You revel in its softness and the way it which it kisses your nipples keeping them constantly hard. Once again you can only smile as the overwhelming sensation of my love and protection surrounds you, making you feel at once cherished and at home. With that warmth lifting you up, you continue your daily ritual. First comes the lotions, scents I picked for you with great care, rubbed deep into your skin to ensure you are always soft and smooth for me.

Then comes your perfume, the perfect scent of femininity just kissing your skin. Next you brush out your hair, smiling at the knowledge that it won't stay neat for long as I will either have my hands in it pulling your head to me or be stroking it as you rest at my feet. Then your makeup perfect and carefully applied, using the colors and little touches that you have learned I love, always wanting to look your best for me.

Finally the last item before you dress. Reaching into one the drawers you draw forth a bottle of lube, shivering again at the images it draws to your mind. Opening it you bend over the counter, your fingers slipping for the first time to your clit to tease, knowing that you are already wet from your thoughts but wanting your body as open as possible as you bring the bottle to your ass. Just the tip pressed to your dark depths slowly pushing in as your body relaxes brings with it powerful images of me taking your ass once again. For a moment you are lost to memory, fueled by all the times I have come up to you and simply bent you over something in our home. Taking what is mine so completely and freely, taking your ass or cunt simply because they are mine and it pleases me. The bottle fills your depths with cool gel before you pull the tip out, smiling proudly, knowing that you are now completely ready for me.

Walking into our closet to dress you smile at all the beautiful clothes that fill it, your eyes wandering over things I've bought you, things you bought to please me and the rows upon rows of outfits you love to wear simply to look good for me and to make me smile. With great care you pick out a pair of panties that you know I adore, careful to follow my rule that at home underwear must be worn to please and delight only, and that they must always be easily removed when you come to kneel before me. After putting them on you turn and admire yourself in the full length mirror, smiling proudly as you know that you are your Master's precious little girl and that I adore every beautiful inch of you.

Almost hating to put on more clothes you turn back to the closet and carefully select something else you know I will love. A tiny skirt intended more to entice than cover and a tight top that shows off your tits proudly, the material so silky soft that you know it will keep your nipples hard for me.

Now dressed and confident that I will approve you reach for your phone with perfect timing, because as you pick it up it buzzes and a message appears.

"I'm on my way home. I miss you." is all it says but those words warm your heart and set your blood on fire, and once again you feel yourself getting wet. You know that I will be able to smell your desire for me even on the fresh panties and it makes you smile to think how happy finding you that way will make me.

Heading out of our bathroom and back into the rest of the loft you take the time remaining to ensure that everything is once again in order, straightening here and there until all is perfect and ready for me. Finally knowing I am but moments away you settle to your pillow by the door eagerly listening for the sound of the elevator and trying to calm your heart so that you can wait like the good girl you always long to be.

You purring contentedly to yourself as the smooth fabric of the pillow cools your skin and reminds you again of my love for you. The simple fact that I have pillows like this placed through out our home are a reminder of my tender care and of how our lives have completely become consumed with the one another.

Relaxing back you wait your mind filled with visions of what the night may hold. Will I ravage you when I first come in the door, consumed by my desires and how I have missed you through out the day? Will I be tired and in need of your loving care, resulting in a night spent with my head pillowed on your breasts your fingers caressing my skin and washing the stress away? Or will I have some other treat in mind, a night of play, time spent in our dungeon, or even just a long night with you curled up between my legs relaxing in each others company? Just the thoughts make your heart quicken and rekindles the consuming ache that burns in your breast.

Finally the wait is over. Your heart jumps as you sense me before you even hear that I am home, but it's the ping of the elevator reaching our floor makes your soul sing. In an instant you are on your feet throwing open the door and dashing out into the hall. The only thing you see is the huge smile on my face as I drop my bag and open my arms to catch as you fling yourself into them. Pulling you close and kissing you deeply, showering your face in kisses as you do mine, my strong arms holding you tight as you gush your love for me and how much you have missed me.

Staying like that for a few moments we are over come by our love for each other, by how we have missed each other and by the simple joy of being together again. Sharing the longing once more for the day when we will never be apart.

Finally I set you down and smack your ass playfully, reminding you of your place as I do every night but also reassuring you at the same time. Letting you know that you are in trouble but also that I love that you are so overcome by the need to see me that you've yet to be able to stay on your pillow until I come in the door.

Smiling sheepishly and adoringly like you always do, you pick up my bag and turn, swaying your hips as you walk back into our home and to your pillow.

A bright smile flashes across your lips as you sink back to your knees on the pillow, taking the proud pose I have taught you so well. Your head high but your eyes lowered in both pride and submission. Your thighs spread so that I may glimpse what is mine. Your hands resting palms up on your thighs, open and welcoming. Your back straight breasts proudly thrust out to entice my eyes. You are my girl, my heart and the fierce pride that burns in your eyes screams that to the entire world.

As I step in front of you my presence washes over you like a warm breeze, filling you with strength and wrapping you in my love. Not a word do I speak as I tower over my little girl, reminding you of how much I command you and just by my presence how completely I own you.

The smile is in your voice and on your lips as you speak softly, "Welcome home Master, your girl has missed you so." Then reaching up with practiced fingers you unzip my pants and reach in for your treasured prize, knowing from being in my arms in the hall that I am already hard and aching for you. The passions burning within you jump even more as your fingers wrap around my length and draw me forth into the air. For a moment you just cradle my cock in your fingers drinking in the sight and the feeling of being at home that washes over you as you hold me. Then leaning forward you wrap your warm wet lips around my head, slipping down as much of the length of me as you can. Savoring the way I throb in your mouth, the heady taste of me, but most importantly the pride that fills your heart that I am home. Physically home to the world you prepare for me. Emotionally home to the girl who adores and loves me. But most importantly home in the warm depths of my girl's mouth.

For several heartbeats you stay like that just holding me in your mouth, doing nothing but suckling gently waiting for my permission, for my command. I close my eyes simply savoring the feelings that run through me, the love you have for me, the hunger, the passion, and under it all the warmth that flows through every inch of me reminding me how truly you live to please and serve me, to care for me. I let myself become lost in that feeling for a full moment, enjoying making you wait for my permission almost as much as I do the things I am feeling. Then finally I speak, "Thank you my heart, I have missed you and I adore you." Pausing for a moment as you smile around my shaft in your mouth I grin looking down and meeting your adoring gaze. "You may play little girl."

Those simple words are all you need, the command to play setting your heart to racing and your cunt to weeping all the more, because you know that by that command I have freed you to enjoy your worship of me how ever you may desire.

You feel my hand reach down and caress your cheek and hair, the tenderness of my touch a sweet contrast to the overwhelming desire and hunger you now feel. Pressing your body as close to me as our clothing will allow you warp one arm around my legs to pull me tighter while your lips and tongue go to work on my shaft. Your tongue dances across the underside of my shaft as your lips slide up and down me, suckling as deeply as you can in your hunger. Your free hand comes up to tickle and play with my balls, feeling how heavy they are with your sweet reward that's been building up all day.

I let you play like that for several minutes until I feel myself drawing close, your eager attentions combined with how well you know my body making it hard as always to hold out when you want your prize. Cupping your cheek in my hand I gently draw your head back and up, pulling my cock from your lips with a wet pop, your eyes immediately turning up to mine with a disappointed almost begging look. Touching your lips softly I smile and say one word, "Offer."

A visible shiver runs though your body at that single word, another command that I have taught you. And with it the hours spent learning it to perfection and reaping the rewards of that effort wash through you like a flood, causing your honey to flow all the more freely. Instantly your body is in motion. Rising up with the fluid grace of a dancer you turn on one toe and take a step towards the chair that rests just inside the door. Looking over your shoulder at me you flip your skirt up giving me a quick flash of the lace thong you wear before you bend over and slip them off, tossing them aside without a care. As you straighten back up you reach for the chair slowly arching your back and leaning forward on your arms, stretching your long legs as if you were on heels. Your feet spread wide as you bring your body into perfect alignment and thrust your sweet little ass back towards me. You are the vision of beauty and feminine curves. You are my girl.

You take a deep breath very slowly trying to calm your heart. Trying to stand perfectly still as you wait to see if you have pleased me. As you do you can feel your own honey slowly start to run down your thigh as your body betrays your lust. Once again you realize why I call this pose "Offer" because you feel completely open, completely vulnerable and completely offered up to me.

I stand there for a long moment admiring what is mine. The curve of your hip, the line of your leg, the way your mane of beautiful hair flows down your back a perfect leash just waiting for my hand. Then slowly I step behind you bending my body across your back. You can feel the heat of my skin, the power of my presence just inches away, but the only touch you feel is the brush of my crown against the inside of your thigh. Slowly I lean and brush my lips against your ear, my deep bass whisper filling you and wrapping you in warmth as my breath tickles that tender flesh.

"You are perfect and I am pleased," I say it with such simple words and yet they carry with them the weight of all my love and pride. Simple words that you savor for just a moment, tears touching the corners of your eyes, until you feel me move.

My hand wraps around your slender waist, slipping into a familiar bruise there. The other reaches into your hair, wrapping those silken strands around my fingers and bending your head backwards as I pull, opening your neck to my searching lips. My knees bend and in a fluid dance that we have done a thousand times I slide upwards into you. Claiming all that is mine as my throbbing shaft spreads your burning lips and finds its way home.

I draw your body back against me as we both sigh in that first moment of intimate sweet embrace. Unfathomable experience in this dance molding our bodies together so perfectly that for a moment we are one, made to fit, as if carved from a block of marble only to have life breathed into our limbs. My heart beats and yours answers. I breathe and you feel my kiss upon your skin. In that moment there is no world, there is no time, there is only our love.




Home



And as quickly as that moment comes it passes, slipped away like a scent on the wind, but with its passing the fire between us quickly begins to build. Bending you over the back of the chair once more my hips begin to drive my cock into you with strong steady strokes. And I smile as your sweet moans become the music that we make love to, timed to the rhythm of our slapping skin.

For moments stretched into eternity I take you, carving deep into your body with every stroke. I pressing your tits and tight stomach hard into the chair back, deepening the bruises that mark your skin. I draw your head upwards by my grip in your hair arching your back so that I can pull you into me all the harder. I let go of all the hunger within me, all the need, all the lust and I simply give in to the power that makes you mine.

I ravage you.

And in that space, that moment between one second and the next, love making becomes something more.

Until finally I reach the edge. Drawing you upwards again I pull your body back against me as my hands slide up to wrap tight around you, possessive and yet tender, rough but still so loving. My fingers slide down to find your throbbing clit, teasing that hard little nub while my other hand moves up to cup and maul a firm tit adding pain once again to the pleasure as my fingers close around that bruised flesh. I toss my head back and with a roar that starts deep in my throat I drive upwards into your silken grasping depths once more.

Letting go, giving up the gift of my life, the seed of my body and the fire of my passion into your womb. That hot spray combined with my possessive embrace driving you to the edge of your own release. Then it comes, sweet as the wind on a hot day, those words that have always held the key to your heart growled deep into your ear.

"I love you!"

And all is black, the black of heaven and my arms.



Home



Thanks for reading. How does humanity define "Home"? Is it a place? Or is it just where you have people who care for you? What would we do if we were forced to make decisions as a race about where Home is?

*****

Sanira slowly eased the bottom half of her pressure suit down over her hips and pushed it in a bunch down her legs, sighing in pleasure as the bulky garment drifted away in the microgravity environment of the work module. She stretched, relishing the absence of the suit; it wasn't actually heavy, but wearing one for a ten-hour shift outside was exhausting. 

She just floated there for a moment, the only sounds her own breathing and the ever-present whir of the fans circulating air. Sanira almost felt like she could nod off, but after a moment a sour odor wrinkled her nose and she opened her eyes to find that the top half of her suit had floated up almost to her face. The suit was grimy with asteroid dust and reeked of sweat just like everything else in the work module, including the people. 

With a sigh, Sanira nudged the suit toward its rack by the airlock, then twisted to turn towards the small 'fresher installed at the far end of the module and shoved off gently towards it with the toes of one foot. As she soared the three meters to the fresher, Sanira ran a finger down the sealstrip of her body stocking, opening the closure from the base of her throat all the way down until an unruly tuft of jet-black hair peeked out at the bottom.

A real shower would be a pleasure, but of course it had been months since Sanira had enjoyed one of those. Still, she felt a little tingle of anticipation as the amber light at the top of the 'fresher cabinet came on in response to her approach; it would be good to be clean. She easily stopped herself in front of the off-white cabinet with the fingers of one hand, while the other tugged a shoulder free of her body stocking. The light turned green just as she finished peeling the sweat-stained garment from her legs. 

The flesh of Saniras' nipples pebbled and hardened in cool air of the work module as she reached forward and keyed the control to the the 'fresher doors. The doors popped open to the left and right and a small drawer slid out of the bottom of the cabinet. Sanira stuffed the body stocking in and pushed it closed with a "click". A low hum came from the drawer as the 'fresher began cleaning and sanitizing the engineered fibers of the garment. That done, Sanira reached into a pocket on the right-hand door and pulled a warm, slightly-damp wipe from the dispenser.

A soft rushing sound began as the 'fresher pulled air into a small return vent in the middle of the cabinet. The slight suction pulled in moisture and detritus, so that it didn't float around the work module and also helped keep the user from drifting away as they scrubbed themselves. 

Sanira briskly rubbed herself with the wipe, starting with her face, neck and hands calling out "mirror" as she worked lower. The back wall of the 'fresher obediently polarized into a reflective surface, allowing Sanira to see what she was doing. She lifted her arms, scrubbing vigorously to clean sweat and grime from her olive skin and the soft black hair in her armpits, then wiped her chest and underneath each small breast, shivering once when she brushed the hardness of her small, dark brown nipples.

It was against the rules, but Sanira pushed the wipe into the disposal slot, then pulled another wipe from the dispenser. She quickly scrubbed from her toes up her legs and to the sparse bush of fine black hair between her thighs. Sanira quirked a little smile at herself in the mirror as she paused, carefully wiping her outer folds clean then gently scrubbing down and underneath through the cleft of her rounded ass. It was supposed to be perfectly sanitary to use just one wipe to clean your whole body, but sometimes a girl just needed to really feel clean. Besides, at the last shift change, Ravi had given her that particularly sad face that he always seemed to wear after a week or two of nothing but his hand, and Sanira was in the mood to show the poor fellow a little mercy.

Sahakari society generally had a very relaxed attitude about human sexuality, and the major families involved in the space program tended to be even more progressive than most. As a result, the majority of the work module crews were mixed-gender, aside from a few teams assembled from same-sex or bisexual-preference crewpersons. There were even a few sibling crews and although most members of the program preferred not to think too much about what those crews got up to amongst themselves during their six-month work rotations, it wasn't considered a big deal. Plenty of people had experience with light sexual play amongst siblings and cousins during their budding years and parents seldom worried much about it as long as it didn't persist past the middle teens.

"Off" said Sanira to the 'fresher; the unit obediently shut down its suction system and the mirror returned to plain white bulkhead. The cleaning drawer popped slightly open, revealing her fresh bodysuit, but Sanira ignored it for the time being and, holding onto the second wipe, gently pushed away from the machine. She had a little 'housekeeping' to attend to first. 

Smiling, the nude woman paused by the airlock long enough to push the top and bottom halves of her pressure suit into their racks. Satisfied with the "click" of the suit pieces locking into place, she rotated so that her feet were against the bulkhead and pushed off towards the open hatchway to the hab area of the little two-person work module. 

She sailed through the hatchway and into the dimly-lit interior of the hab area, glancing to her left and seeing Ravi zipped into his sleep bag as she expected. Sanira suppressed a giggle as the sleeping man softly snored; Ravi denied ever snoring and being the scion of a family with a long diplomatic pedigree, Sanira had never pushed the matter. Besides, they rotated opposing ten-hour shifts working outside, with only a few hours a day together, so it was a rare occurrence for them to ever try to sleep at the same time. 

With a nudge of her toes Sanira pushed herself over to the food storage area, popping open one of the doors and reaching inside to retrieve a flex-fiber container of santra juice and a protein bar. Sakahari space crews got the vast majority of their calories and nutrients from fortified liquids, like the juice, because of the ease of liquid storage and waste disposal in low-g and zero-g environments. The santra juice was Ravi's favorite, but Sanira knew that he always enjoyed solid food like a protein bar after exerting himself.

A moment later, Sanira was floating beside Ravi's sleep bag, patiently waiting for his alarm to go off. Right on cue, the insistent tone of his alarm chimed through the hab module and Ravi began to stir.

Sanira watched thoughtfully as Ravi woke; the low gravity made his boyish curls even more pronounced, making Ravi look more like a teenager than his actual age of twenty-seven. His skin was several shades darker than hers, although their thick black hair was almost the same tone. His eyes were certainly more heavy-lidded than hers, with a little crescent of darker skin underneath. The darker skin and darkness under his eyes were genetic leftovers from the old caste system; Ravi's family was a respected one but mostly due to long association with hers. Only a couple hundred years ago, she would not have been able to even acknowledge him in polite society. 

Finally, Ravi opened his eyes, stretching inside the sleep bag. "Good morning Sani" he whispered, smiling a little when she lifted the juice into his line of sight. He zipped his bag halfway open; Ravi's bodysuit was unsealed down to his waist, revealing his lithe, hairless chest. He sleepily reached out and gently plucked the flex-container of santra juice from her hand, then took a long, grateful pull from the drinking tube. "Ahhh, that's good."

"Is it?" Asked Sani as she nudged away from the the floor, lifting her nude body up into Ravi's full view. She chuckled aloud when Ravi suddenly coughed, stray droplets of santra juice floating this way and that as the startled man took in the sight of her fresh-scrubbed body.

"Yes, it's quite nice" he managed to croak. He let go of the juice container, leaving it to drift away, then hurriedly zipped his sleep bag the rest of the way open to reach for her. "To what do I owe this delicious surprise?" 

Sani gave him a little smile as Ravi hooked one hand on the curve of her hip, gripping the frame of his sleep bag with the other so that he could tug her towards him. As she bumped gently into his smooth chest, Sanira made a show of reaching up past his head to tuck the protein bar into a pocket above the sleep bag, one soft breast wobbling directly at his eye level. She fought the urge to squirm as she felt his warm breath tickle her dark areola.

"Well, we have both been working very hard this rotation Ravi and I know that you always do more than your share" with that she pulled her hand back down, moving the tempting breast from his face. "It's been awhile since I last made time to show you some affection, why don't you let me pamper you a little bit?"

A huge, toothy grin split Ravi's face, and Sanira felt an erection rising inside his body stocking. Ravi was a few months older than Sanira, but she had always viewed him much like a little brother and his joyous smile always warmed her. Like most major Sakharan families and their supporters, theirs shared communal places for child-raising, with the children of the leading families and those of the lesser families spending hours together every day. In Sanira and Ravi's case, they had even shared the same wet nurse, often each suckling a tit and playing with one another's' hands and tugging the nanny's long braid while they nursed. 

Honestly, she didn't find Ravi particularly attractive; he had never been the one to make her heart skip a beat, or to sweep her from her feet. But she knew him so well and as they grew and went through the usual adolescent experimentation with their bodies, familiarity made it easy to trust and care for one another. Ravi had shown himself to be a considerate sex partner, with plenty of patience plus a very nice cock. And as adults in the space program, having a work partner on a six-month shift with his sense of humor and willingness to understand that she wasn't up for play all of the time was invaluable. Ravi often countered her tendency to be too serious and he naturally deferred to her, which kept things orderly.

Well, every now and then he deserved a little treat as a reward for being such a good friend and partner. Now was certainly one of those times. 

Sanira leaned in and gave Ravi a soft kiss along the smooth skin of his jawline, then slowly dragged the tip of her tongue towards his ear. "Ravi, you have been so busy, I think you're a little bit of a dirty boy." With that, she leaned back a bit and brought her left hand up so that he could see the bathing wipe she had brought with her from the 'fresher. Sanira gave him a smoldering look, then slowly brought the wipe beneath his nose, watching as he inhaled deeply. She knew that he would smell the light floral scent of the antiseptic, but also a faint hint of her pussy and ass on the wipe, which was a massive turn-on for him.

He groaned deeply as he inhaled her heady scent from the wipe, reaching up to trap her wrist so that he could press his face closer and prolong the faint aroma of her tang in his nostrils. "Mmm Sani, you smell so good."

She tugged her wrist loose and reached down with her other hand to quickly work the sealstrip of his bodysuit the rest of the way down. Counting on his hand on her hip to keep her from pushing herself away, she tugged the bodysuit down to his knees. Ravi's erection sprang free, swinging side to side and gently slapping again Sanira's thigh. "Hold still dirty boy, I need to clean you up before you bring that pretty cock anywhere near my pussy."

Sanira wrapped the wipe around his thick shaft, slowly slipping it up to his glans and then back down to the dense hair at the base of his member. Then she took the wipe and swirled it down underneath his balls, hefting them briefly in her palm, lovingly cleaning them then returned to slowly stroking him up and down.

Ravi groaned again, tilting his head back and half-closing his eyes as she washed and fondled him. While his right hand kept a firm grip on her hip, he risked bringing his left hand up to capture one small breast, gently squeezing it, then trapping her hard nipple with his fingers and lightly tugging. He felt the flesh of her nipple crinkle and grow even harder under his ministrations. However, no longer secured to the frame of the sleep bag, the pair started to slowly drift away, propelled by the slow pistoning of Sanira's hand up and down Ravi's cock.

Sanira kept her right hand wrapped around his twitching member, but reached under his arm with her left hand, managing to grab the sleep bag before they drifted too far away. "We don't have time to go bumping around the whole work module you dirty boy" she whispered in his ear. "We need to be anchored so you can sink your thick, beautiful cock into my pussy and find your pleasure."

With that, she let go of his member, reaching for a pair of handholds positioned above the rack of the sleep bag. She crossed her arms and nimbly twisted her body so that her back was to the bulkhead, then she spread and lifted her legs so that Ravi could duck underneath and turn to pull himself up to face her again. Once his hips rose almost to hers, Sanira quickly wrapped her legs around Ravi, pulling him close and trapping the rigid shaft of his cock between them with the flushed head pressed against her stomach.

"Mmmmmmm" she groaned, as Ravi wrapped his arms around her, taking each cheek of her ass in a tight grip. Sanira gripping the handholds and thrust her small soft breasts proudly at Ravi as she breathed deeply.

Once he felt her legs wrap tight around his waist Ravi gripped the round softness of Sanira's ass and began to move. He slowly thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing the underside of his shaft and glans against her pussy lips, bumping her clit softly at the bottom of each rubbing stroke. He drank in the sight of her, arms slender but with real muscles keeping holding them to the bulkhead; then down to her luscious little tits wobbling in time to his slow grinding strokes; then further down to her stomach, soft and womanly, slightly rounded but with solid abdominal muscles bunching underneath as she tilted her hips to grind against him. For a moment he thought he was going to shoot his load right then, sending his sticky semen spraying around the hab module.

"Oh no you naughty boy" Sanira purred, loosening the grip of her legs around his waist, then shifting so that his engorged cock could slip underneath and down to her damp entrance. "No making a nasty mess out here, you need to be a good boy and put that inside me where we can take proper care of it."

Panting with anticipation, Ravi let go of one soft ass cheek so that he could grip the root of his throbbing member in one hand and slowly slide it up and down against Sanira's wet outer lips, feeling for her small, slick opening. The tip of his cock was quickly coated with her musky juices, and a few drops drifted free around the module.

"That's it" gasped Sanira "give it to me!" With that she felt the rounded tip of his cock nudge inside her, pressing slowly forward into her moist folds until his full seven inches was in her. Sanira gave a little mewling gasp, loving the feel of his firm manhood gripped tight inside her snatch. She had been with men who were longer, or thicker, but none of them fit right up inside her pussy quite so perfectly. 

And being who he was, Ravi just buried his trembling cock in her to the hilt, then reached between them and pressed two fingers firmly over the hood of her clit, beginning to slowly stroke up and down in the rhythm that she liked. "Sani, you feel so good! I want to make you come but I am so close already..."

Sanira knew that they had a long list of things to get done on this rotation and wasn't in the mood to wait anyway. So she used the leverage of her legs to tilt her hips up and back, making his rock-hard member slowly piston in and out of her grasping wetness. She stared into his eyes, enjoying the shocked expression on his face; he looked like he was going to come at any moment. Sanira didn't usually get off just from having his pretty cock inside her, but she felt something fluttering deep inside each time she pressed down onto his hardness and the steady rubbing of his paired fingers on her sensitive clit was adding to it. "Rub me faster Ravi, make me come!"

Ravi struggled desperately to hold on, but he felt his balls growing tense and hard with his oncoming orgasm. It was too soon! He frantically doubled the flexing of his fingers, pressing deeper into the apex of Sani's pussy, smearing her juices all the way into the triangle of her soft pubic hair. His digits slipped back and forth against her wet pussy, digging in and directly stroking against the small hard button of her clitoris as he finally lost the battle to hold back his orgasm.

Sanira felt a surge of slippery wetness inside her as Ravi's cock erupted heavy spurts of semen. The dual sensation of him cumming deep inside her pussy and at the same time rubbing hard on her tingling clit brought Sanira to her own trembling orgasm. She clenched him in her depths and pulled him tight with her legs, panting with pleasure as a small but very nice climax rippled through her body. Finally it passed and they floated together, slick with sweat. Ravi had managed to hook an arm through a strap of the sleep bag, keeping them from drifting around the hab.

"Not bad for a quickie, eh?" purred Sanira as she felt him gradually softening inside of her. She hadn't been worried about reaching orgasm herself; she just wanted to help Ravi with his needs. Instead, she had gotten a very nice little surprise.

Ravi groaned and pulled away slightly, his cock slipping out of her pussy with a soft slurping sound. "No, definitely not bad" he said as he shifted putting his free arm around Sanira and pulling her gently to his chest.

She looked up at him and laughed, then gestured down to her oozing snatch "You're a messy one Ravi". With that, she plucked the wipe from where it floated nearby and scrubbed at her pussy, wiping long strings of sticky semen from her sopping crotch. One or two drops drifted away, likely to eventually end up stuck in a filter on the air intakes. Sani mentally reminded herself to make sure that they changed the filters before they rotated out in a couple weeks.

"Oh well, no rest for the wicked" said Ravi as he planted a quick kiss on her forehead and untangled himself from her. "I need to suit up and go check on the Z team, a couple units in that group were close to redline when I came in from my last shift."

Sanira nodded and smiled, enjoying the show as Ravi floated nearby, struggling to untwist the tangled mass of his bodysuit, which had somehow ended up all the way down around his ankles. Finally he got it untangled and pulled the bodysuit back on, running his finger up the sealstrip to close it.

Ravi grabbed a handhold, pulling himself close for a brief, grateful kiss and was about to push off when Sanira pointed upward. "Don't forget your protein bar."

He flashed a brilliant smile at her, reaching up to grab the bar. "Thanks Sani, I'm famished!"

" I know you are" she laughed. "Now get out there and check on the Z team drones before one of them overheats!" With that, she gave him a playful shove in the direction of the hatch to the equipment module, watching as he easily corrected his path by dragging fingers across a bulkhead and sailed neatly through. 




Home



Sani gave one or two more half-hearted dabs at her sticky pubic hair with the well-used wipe before sighing and giving it up. With a quick twist, she placed her feet against the bulkhead and soared through the hatchway herself, easily grabbing a handhold on the other side to come to a stop. Ravi already had the bottom half of his pressure suit on and was carefully positioning the top of the suit above his head so that he could try to ease into it.

Without waiting to be asked, Sanira pushed herself over and took position above the suit, placing her hands atop the helmet and bracing her back against the bulkhead above. Ravi flashed a quick smile up at her through the torso of the suit and it's clear helmet then snaked his shoulders and chest upwards, using her helpful resistance to quickly push himself straight in, rather than having to slowly work into the suit. 

"Thanks" he said, his voice muffled as the two halves of the suit came together with a rippling "clack". 

Sanira gave him a nod, then soared to the far end of the module and tucked the used wipe into the disposal slot in the left door of the 'fresher. She floated there for a moment, thinking longingly of turning the unit back on and getting another warm, moist wipe to clean herself again, but finally she just reached down to the open drawer at the bottom of the cabinet and pulled out her clean body stocking. The cabinet gave what sounded like a satisfied "beep" that she had finally come back to retrieve her garment, then the drawer clicked shut and the 'fresher doors slowly closed on their own.

The sanitised fibers of the stocking felt good against her skin as Sanira tugged it up her legs and ducked into the shoulders. She ran her finger up the sealstrip until the closure ran right up under her chin, then turned to see Ravi floating there by the airlock, a big grin visible through the blur of the holographic instruments projected on the inside of his helmet.

"You rascal!" she laughed, shaking a mock fist at him. "Sitting there getting an eyeful while I dress, you should be ashamed!"

Ravi slapped the control button for the airlock, quickly pulling himself in. It began to close automatically as soon as he was inside.

"Sorry Sani" he said, his suit radio being pushed through internal speakers in the work module. "It's hard to resist looking at something so enticing" he paused. "And thanks for the delicious breakfast!" His mic cut off, but not before she heard one or two peals of his boyish laughter.

With that, the outer door of the lock clunked open and Ravi pulled himself out. Sanira shook her head, smiling. There was no doubt about it, Ravi was much more cheeky and happy when she took the time to play with him a little bit. No doubt some day he would have a nice wife to give him a little attention when he started to drag; until then Sanira would take care of the duty when needed.

The job of taking care of her work partner out of the way, Sanira turned her attention to the long list of tasks she needed to complete before she could grab a bite of food and crawl into her sleep bag for some rest. Deciding to get started right away, she floated over to the exercise station in the equipment module and spoke the command for the treadmill to deploy. After a moment, the treadmill unit locked into place, shoulder straps and breathing mask slowly floating upwards from their open compartments. 

Sanira slid the heavy padded straps over her shoulders, feeling them automatically take up slack until her feet pressed firmly against the nubbed surface of the treadmill. Next she placed the breathing mask over her nose and mouth, pulling the soft flexible retaining strap tight around her head of close-cropped black hair. The treadmill started slowly, then gradually increased speed as Sanira warmed up. The straps provided resistance to keep her in place on the treadmill, but also simulated gravity to some degree, placing a load on her body similar to what she would feel back home on Duniya. The mask measured her respiration, while sensors monitored her pulse, circulatory system and perspiration, automatically maintaining a good pace.

Not that Sanira, or any other member of the space program that spent a lot of time in a suit was in bad shape; indeed, spending hours in a bulky suit that resisted your every movement created surprising strength and flexibility. But long experience had shown that in the absence of gravity, or at least simulated gravity from centrifugal force, people quickly lost bone density and suffered a host of other problems. Exercising against resistance bands would not wholly stop the process, but it would slow it enough that workers could mostly recover by rotating to a post with some sort of gravity for a few months.

Once she settled into her pace, Sanira started the rest of her work. "Assistant on" she commanded, causing the nearby holoprojector to come to life. A pair of screens projected crisply into the air in front of her, automatically rising and falling to stay aligned with her eyes as she jogged along on the treadmill. The right-hand screen displayed a list of scheduled tasks and the amount of time available to tackle them, including their primary task, which was maintaining and directing teams of work drones in their sector on the asteroid. Sanira ran through the list critically, making quick gestures to highlight a couple and adjust their priority. She also gave a verbal command to verify that the air filters were scheduled to be replaced. The system showed that the job was already on the list of maintenance items for them to complete right before the end of their rotation in three weeks.

Three weeks! Time was really flying. With that, Sanira shifted her focus to the left-hand screen, which displayed higher-level operational data. Theirs was one of seven work teams scattered about the lumpy, misshapen surface of the asteroid Chilae, which had been moved into high orbit above the red planet Manigal to be mined for resources by hundreds of drones. Much of the minutiae of managing the drones was handled by a sophisticated virtual intelligence housed at project headquarters on Tarak station, but the VI was not perfect.

Sanira carefully review the current deployment of the drone teams and input several adjustments to account for the changing composition they had were encountered as they chewed through the asteroid. Managing the teams was a mix of science, experience and an almost-artistic understanding of how all of the systems worked together to find, mine, sift, sort and process the asteroid's bulk into useable resources. Most of the crews on Tarak station knew that Sanira was one of the best at running a work module and its attendant drones and if they didn't know it was because they weren't paying attention.

Sani finished analyzing the latest data and input one or two last changes to the work plan for the drones, then closed her eyes for a moment to clear her head. A glance at the timer for her workout showed that she had another twenty minutes to go, so Sanira spoke a command to have her left screen display recent results from the other work modules, as they collectively chewed away at the asteroid. 

The task of moving Chilae to the required location had begun when Sanira was still in diapers; swarms of small robots, supervised by only a handful of human monitors, set up solar-powered mass impellers all over one side of the asteroid, flinging small quantities of Chilae's own matter into space in a carefully-orchestrated operation to shift its obit down-system, towards the fourth planet.

By the time Sanira was in secondary school Chilae and a second, rockier asteroid named Likal were both in orbit above Manigal and work modules were in place with crews rotating through shifts to begin harvesting them. Precious metals and strategic minerals were collected and fired towards orbit above the homeworld, Duniya, while water, hydrogen and the less-valuable metals and minerals were stockpiled in low orbit above Manigal, part of a long-term plan to eventually transform the dry red world into a second home for humanity.

The vast wealth available to be harvested and sent home attracted some of the most powerful Sakharan families, while the prestige and far-reaching objective of transforming Manigal attracted others. The making of a whole new world was expected to provide opportunities for families to rise greatly in importance and wealth. At the same time, the plan would eventually provide a new cradle for civilization, which was itself a very important objective; the tense political situation on Duniya made the provision of a second home for humanity very urgent.

As the treadmill began to slow into cooldown mode, Sanira started one last runthrough of their work plan. She felt good about the remaining tasks that were on the schedule; as long as she and Ravi were efficient with their time they should be able to complete everything with no problems. A quick glance back to the right-hand monitor reassured her on that front; as usual Ravi was flying through the high-priority tasks outside with impressive speed. 

Ravi had already checked on the overheating units on the Z team and concluded that their radiator vanes were getting choked with a heavy dust, which kept them from dumping heat into space as effectively as they could. Two of the always-busy maintenance drones were queued to run through the Z team, knocking loose the accumulated grit from radiator vanes with their multi-tools and then blasting them clean with shots of pressurized gas.

He had already moved on to a problem with one of the massive borer units that was attacking a nearby vein of heavy metals and rocky material. The unit kept shutting itself down every few minutes, running it's startup routine and then resuming work for a while, then randomly deciding to shut down and repeat the whole process again. It responded to to all of the VI's attempts to diagnose the issue with a message that basically equated to "Problem? What problem?" 

Sanira had started to take a shot at the borer herself at the end of her shift but had run out of time. Now she smiled as the tiny red icon of the borer turned green on her display; Ravi had arrived, squeezed into the maintenance port on the backside of the massive machine to disconnect the central processor from all power for minute, then re-connected it. It wasn't a sure fix, but Ravi had an uncanny sense for what might work with their drones. It looked like that did the trick, because the borer was still happily chewing away at Chilae when Ravi left after observing it for ten minutes.

Sanira knew that his greater reach and physical strength helped Ravi, but it was really his energy and his remarkable ability to quickly solve problems that made him more effective working outside than she was. While Sanira might spend half an hour figuring out the exact problem and fixing it, Ravi would often observe the situation, then immediately execute a possible fix that only took a minute or two, then be on to the next problem before Sanira would even finish diagnosing the first. Yet another reason that he was a good work partner.

Finally the treadmill rumbled to a halt and the straps slackened so that Sanira could work her shoulders free. With her already tired from her shift outside, not to mention her playtime with Ravi, the hour-long workout left her feeling absolutely drained. As the exercise equipment slowly stowed itself away, Sanira pushed off and sailed back into the hab module.

She grabbed the container of santra juice from where it floated near one of the air returns, then floated over to her sleep bag. Tucking one arm through a strap of the bag, Sanira sipped the rest of the beverage, making a little face; Ravi loved santra juice but she found it too sweet. The juice finished, Sanira aimed carefully and then tossed the empty container towards the small square opening of the disposal unit, smiling to herself as it flew smoothly into it. The disposal unit rumbled quietly for a moment as it sorted the container into the proper disposal pod and compressed it down.

Sanira hung quietly for a moment, running through the last few things on her list and deciding that the rest could wait until after she had slept. With an easy twist she slid her legs into the sleep bag, then tugged the closure up to mid-chest height and shimmied until her side was to the bulkhead and brought her knees up a little. Comfortably curled up, she plucked a pair of earbuds from an inner pocket of the sleep bag and placed them in her ears, then closed her eyes and tried to relax.

Like most crew in the space program, Sanira already had a university degree and was completing advanced studies during her work rotation. Something about spending time working on a subject mostly unrelated to her daily work helped keep Sanira fresh and she truly enjoyed history, so it made sense to work on her Masters in history, with a focus on the rise of the Lesser States. Her current courses included several elements of pre-recorded instruction that she found helped her to sleep and at the same time she found that she often remembered the information; she cued the current module to play as she snuggled a little deeper into her bag. 

The module was a lecture by a historian at a major university on how relations between the Sakahari Cooperative and the Lesser States were shaped largely by geography. The first part of the lecture covered ground that Sanira already knew very well, but she still listened with some interest.

"Duniya, the third planet in the system and our home, is in many ways a harsh world. Massive icecaps cover over two-thirds of the planet's surface, reaching greedy fingers from the poles towards the narrow band of warmth around the equator. In Prime hemisphere, our main land mass is half buried beneath the vast northern ice sheet, with a young range of mountains standing at its southern edge. South of these mountains is a broad triangle of elevated lands bound by two massive rivers, with an enormous coastal plain stretching for hundreds of miles out to the warm, shallow World Sea. 

This is the heartland of the Sakahari Cooperative, a civilization whose formation was undoubtedly helped by it's position on the largest single body of rich lands on the planet. Nurtured by these rich lands and a culture that emphasizes cooperation and harmony, the Cooperative formed over five thousand years ago and has grown to a population of almost four hundred million souls. Whatever their caste, citizens of the Cooperative enjoy a standard of living known nowhere else on Duniya.

Elsewhere in Prime hemisphere, a collection of smaller states eventually arose to the east and west of the Sakahari Cooperative, occupying the southeastern corner of the main continent and a broad stretch of land in the secondary landmass that extends west until it reaches the frigid waters of the Outer Sea. Often warring with one another and sometimes with the Cooperative itself, these Lesser States have grown in power and importance. The legacy of their warlike past and centuries of almost unbroken warfare is a universal over-emphasis on maintaining expensive militaries, while ignoring the great advances available through peaceful science and space exploration.

The Second Hemisphere consists mainly of islands and two continents that peek from underneath the massive ice sheets, barely connected to one another by a long peninsula. The sparse population of this barren hemisphere lives with technology two hundred years behind what Sakahari and the Lesser States enjoy. Other than a few small cities and resource-collecting efforts controlled by various factions from Prime hemisphere, there is nothing larger than a village. 

Four hundred years ago, the rise of the Lesser States began to upset the long Sakahari peace that ruled around the World Sea. The leaders of the Cooperative watched in dismay as warring states to the east and west engaged in savage conflicts over resources and religion, advancing their military techniques and weapons in leaps and bounds. Sakahari scientists had unlocked the secrets of the atom over a century before, but in 5962 the people of the Cooperative were shocked when the Nahktar Confederacy used a primitive fission device to destroy a city in a neighboring state. 

It was clear that the Lesser States were becoming dangerous to Sakahari civilization and some began clamoring for a military buildup to ensure that outside threats could be held at bay. Thus, in 5965, the Aishywiar caste was re-formed and populated with three great families and seven lesser. Under the guidance of the Aishywiar, the Cooperative began a 100-year program to build military strength, including the mighty Shiva station, whose fusion bombs could drop from orbit onto any point on Duniya's surface in mere minutes..." 

Sanira finally nodded off, leaving the the rest of the rest of the lecture to play to sleeping ears.

To be continued



Home



Darkness. It was so silent, he could hear the slightest sounds at a deafening pitch. The tick of the second hand on the clock over the doorway. The sound of the refrigerator from the kitchen down the hall. The house settling all around him. The midnight blues were as vivid as the first taste of sunlight in the morning, casting everything in an ominous glow. The streaks of tears were still fresh on his unshaven face and his eyes burned from the roots of his emotions.

Standing, he walked silently, trying to mute his footsteps and the crackling floor boards beneath him. There were so many empty rooms in this house, for too long unfilled by the sounds of children playing and tiptoeing through the darkness to find comfort against the softness of their mother. He watched his only daughter, her timid face having turned angelic in the glow of the night light. In his mind, he recalled the new sound of her giggle, soft and spry, coming from a place so deep in her little belly that her chocolate drop eyes would water. Her tiny little teeth were the most perfect white, but seemed a shade of blue, setting off her purple lips and the gentle wheeze of her pug nose.

Reaching across her miniature bed, he pulled her comforter across her back, brushing back her feather soft hair. She slept the same way as her mother. He had forgotten the way his wife laid elegantly, barely making an impression on the mattress. He had spent countless nights holding her close in their sleep. Maybe he was afraid she would float away in the quiet of night. It had been too long since the last time he'd held her.

Taking a seat in the old rocker next to his bride's dressing table, he leaned forward, resting his elbows just slightly behind his kneecaps. His head tilted just slightly to his right, his mouth forming an agape smile, but one comfortable to the shape of his mouth. She always slept with a hand next to her face, breathing gently upon her thin, long fingertips that felt so wonderful rubbing his shoulders. Especially when accompanied by a cool kiss to his neck.

He loved her from the first second he saw her. She was petite, like a porcelain doll. Her face had cheekbones that spread swiftly down to slightly oversized lips and a soft, gentle chin. Her eyes, Lord, her eyes were hypnotizing. Milky green was the only way he could describe them. Her mother and father called them cat eyes, which led to a childhood nickname of Kitty. She still answered to it, maybe for their sake.

There were a constellation of tiny moles all along her body, most of them barely felt beneath the sweep of fingertips. They amazed him and and his daughter equally. They had a personality, somehow. He memorized the letter written to him about a night in the winter when she shared a bath with their daughter and she first noticed them. And she was the only person he knew who had an outtie belly button. That too was passed along to their daughter. A year's time had made him forget about all of the little things. Her delicate wheeze matched everything about her.

Crawling in to bed, he crept closely against her, his hand sweeping across her jutting pelvic bone and up to her midsection. He risked placing a peck of a kiss on her chilled shoulder and slowly she turned, her eyes still looking green, even in the sea of blue.

Her eyes fell upon an almost unrecognizable remnant of her husband. His baby face was now separated with lines and hung close to the bones beneath. She didn't even know him when she saw him at first. His mouth seemed out of place on this face, his blue eyes sunken and hollow. His face was weathered and the slender scar beneath his left eye threw everything out of proportion. Still, she rubbed her soft hand across him, afraid he was a dream, like the ones which filled her head every night he was gone.

This time, her hand made contact against warm flesh.

"Are you all right?" Her voice was scratchy.

He nodded, but she sat up anyway, feeling his face with the back of her hand. The skin on his neck was cold and his eyes wide, as though he had been up for too long in the darkness.

"Do you want me to turn a light on?" She asked, a slight nervousness in her voice.

"No," his voice was quiet. "I can see everything."

"Is something wrong?"

She had become a good mother and it put a relaxed smirk across his face again.

"I was just watching you," he confessed.

She nodded and swept her legs beneath her tail, rising up and tugging at her nightgown. The sweet smell of her hair fell from her body as she removed the gown and her undergarments. She didn't want anything to inhibit his view of her. Leaning forward, she kissed her husband of five years, her lip having to conform to the scar running across his mouth. For every day he was gone, she remained completely faithful. Two of her friends' husbands didn't come home. Every night, she held her daughter to her breast, crying and clinging to a photograph of her husband in uniform.

Her skin was as soft as cotton. White and smooth. He was almost ashamed to look upon her for fear of corrupting such beauty. Her fingers were cold against his chin, her eyes asking him to look upon her.

Her shoulders were perfect, blending in to gentle breasts, fallen with time and womanly. Her nipples were dark, she thought too dark, and almost perfectly round and hard in the night air. Her stomach was soft and flat, trailing off to her narrow hips and a thick mound of dark hair. Her hands rested firmly on her legs, which she hated. Too thin, she always said.

She began undressing him, lifting his arms and pulling off his white tee shirt. He was lean now, not an ounce of baby fat on him. She'd forgotten the feel of his chest hair through her fingers, but her eyes fell on a string of scars up his right side. He tried hiding them, the same way she hid her legs, but she insisted on looking at them. Her green eyes swelled with tears as she touched them. They were the reason he was back in their bed tonight. Stooping, she kissed them, each and every one, as if to make them better.

Easing him down on the mattress, she didn't let him help, she simply removed his pajamas and boxers, feeling the burning chill in his feet. For a moment, she observed him, her mind having forgotten what a naked man looked like. She kissed his hand and crawled across him, lying down and turning her face to watch him. Her heart began to pound as he moved over her, leaning down to kiss her face and lips. He remembered the first time he made love to her, out near the creekbed on the farm. They were eighteen.

She gasped and chirped, her hips thrusting her off of the mattress. He hesitated, but she squeezes his wrist, spreading her legs apart as he continued to enter. She moaned loudly, remembering immediately the way he felt inside her. She wrapped her other hand around his right wrist, locking her arms as they make love for the first time since September of the years before. She came almost instantly, her body rumbling as a sheet of sweat began to warm her flesh. Her breasts quivered and arms shook, a smile parting her lips as she gazed upon him.

"I love you," she gently panted, a tear streaming down her cheek. "And I've missed you so much."

"I love you too," he told in a quiet voice. "I'll never leave again."



Home Again



This is my first attempt at an incest story but won't be my last. Hope you enjoy it and be sure to vote and send feedback. 

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Walking into the airport and noticing the stares from the men and some women she pays no attention to it, she's here to pick up her son and her mind is consumed with him and him alone.

"I wonder how much he's grown over the summer, and if he's missed me." Nibbling on her lower lip Sandra hesitates for a minute wondering if things will be the same as they were before he had left. They had gotten so close before he had to leave for the summer and she worried he might not feel the same now.

Taking a deep breath Sandra glanced up at the nearest flight information booth checking if the plane was still on time, and was startled to hear a low voice next to her speaking. 

"Hi ma'am, gosh you look purdy today, waiting on someone special to return?" Looking up Sandra spies the man behind the voice and watches as his eyes roam over her body. She only stands 5'3 but her slim body and tight fitting dress made her look taller then that. She knew she was a looker and had many men hit on her before. Tossing a lock of hair back she gives him a small smile and starts to back off.

"Yes I am thank you" Turning around she walked off before the stranger could get any closer, and press her on the subject.

Biting her lower lip Sandra watches the numbers for the terminal pass as she finally stops in front of the one she was looking for.

Moving over the window she watched as the plane landed and taxied across the runway to where she was waiting. Shuffling from foot to foot Sandra felt herself dampen at the thought that her boy was back. Her pussy started to soak the silky panties she had on. The ones she knew he loved most.

Standing up on her tip toes, even with the heels she has on she has to try to see over the heads of the other people waiting for their loved ones. Growling softly under her breath Sandra moves to the side to get a better view, not even paying attention to the stares of the males around her.

"Mom" Rushing out Johnny spied his mother, his cock stiffening in his pants at the sight of her and remembering the times before he had to go to his fathers. He hated it there, mainly because his beloved mother wasn't around and his cock hurt so much, jacking off wasn't half as fun as slamming it into her. At 18 he was a big kid with a cock to match.

Running over he reaches down to hug his mother and realizes how much he has grown, she was much shorter then he was now but still just as tempting to his young body.

"Ohhh son I missed you so much, how's my little boy?" Wrapping her arms around his neck she hugged him delighting in the feel of his body against hers once more, startled at how much he had grown while at his fathers and wondering if other parts grew as well. "I guess you aren't quite my little boy anymore huh?"

Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and smiling Sandra grinds her body once more against her son, to the point of not caring what others thought, she wanted him that bad.

Moaning Johnny feels his cock stir as his mom presses against him, the urge to kiss her and slam his cock in her was hard to control and he moaned softly hoping no one else noticed. Looking around over his mom's shoulders he noticed the other men looking at her, no not looking, more like undressing her with there gaze. Frowning at the sheer audacity of them he also couldn't help but feel proud that she was his mom, as well as much more.

Reluctantly he felt his mom pull away and he quickly shifted his coat down to hide the bulge in his jeans.

"Well son we should get to the car is your dad shipping the rest of your stuff home or do we have to get some luggage?" Frowning a bit at the thought of her ex husband and having to get luggage that would keep her from getting her hands all over his son Sandra could only hope for one answer.

"He's shipping it mom, no worries" Leaning in close and whispering "besides I knew I would want to get you home and fuck you senseless I have missed you mommy, and missed our playing"

Melting Sandra swayed her body against her sons unable to control the thoughts that ran though her mind. Her pussy dampening more knowing she had to have him soon, and hearing that "mommy" that he used when his cock was plunging deep into her.

Hurrying through the airport Sandra held Johnnies hand, squeezing it and giving him looks he knew meant she was horny and wanting some. As they moved out into the daylight he saw them heading for the parking garage and he smiled wondering if it was dark enough for what she wanted.

Dragging her son through the maze of cars Sandra finally found her own, moving in front of her son she scoots around to the front of the car, the vans on either side hiding them from view of others, but it was so dark she doubted anyone else would see them if they looked strait at them.

Trying to get the key in the lock Sandra drops it to the ground, bending over she feels her son press himself against her from behind, his hard cock straining against his jeans and pressing hard into her pussy and ass. Moaning she presses back against him harder grinding herself while grabbing the keys in one hand and moaning.

"Ohhh son you're so much bigger, mommy can't wait to have you deep in her, fucking her like we used to, would you like to do that again?" Standing up She feels his hands slide up under her skirt against the stockings she was wearing, then moving higher skimming against the wet panties she had on.

"I want to fuck you mommy, I can't wait." He watches as she turns to face him, his hands rubbing against her as she does touching her skin and body feeling as she shivers from his words then her arms wrapping around his neck kissing him deeply pulling his young body against her own as she leans back against the car. They knew what they were doing was wrong to many but they were unable to fight the desire they felt in each others presence.

Reaching down Sandra cups her son's cock rubbing it and dragging down the zipper wanting to feel him in her hand again. She feels him buck against her fingers and she can tell how close he is, neither of them can wait.

Turning Sandra spreads her body against the hood of the car leaning over it then spreading her feet apart opening herself. "Come here son, slide that hot hard cock in mommy, and fuck me I can't take it anymore."

Moaning he looks down at his mommy, all open and waiting for him, bringing up memories of the times before he left, when she first seduced him on his 18th birthday and how hot she was that first time and every time after. Lifting up her skirt and tugging the panties to the side he presses his throbbing hard cock against her opening then thrusting in he hears her moan in pleasure, the sound echoing across the hushed area. 

"Oh son your so much bigger then last time, your tearing mommy apart with that huge cock of yours, oh but it feels so good" Moaning Sandra grasped the hood of the car trying to hold on to something as her little boy starts to fuck her.

"Mommy your so tight and hot, I have missed this; missed fucking you" Moaning loudly he starts to pound in and out, feeling how close he was to cumming but wanting her to cum with him, knowing she loved that the most. Grabbing her hips he starts to thrust harder and deeply needing to cum and have his mommy cum as well.

Moaning Sandra felt her orgasm approach, her body tightening in response to the feeling of her son slamming in and out of her his hard young cock filling her over and over causing her to cum, spasming around him as he thrusts in.

Feeling her contract around him Johnny could handle it no more. "Ohhh mommy I am cumming oh god it feels so good" Thrusting hard one last time he slams it deep in his mommy's pussy grunting in pleasure unable to care if they get caught.

Gasping and feeling his cock thrust inside her pushes Sandra higher, her screams of pleasure echoing over and over through the parking garage. Slumping down on the car hood she feels her son lean against her his breath ragged and harsh.

"Mmmm mommy now that's a way to greet your son" Kissing the back of her neck Johnny pulls out and stands up as he hears people approach.

"Mom come on there are people coming." Laughing he drags her up and pushes her around the front of the car, watching as she teeters around and climbs while he slides into the other side. With a soft chuckle he notices the security guard peering around cars with a puzzled look on his face.

Grinning at her son Sandra turns the car over and takes off out of the parking garage unsure whether or not they had been heard but not wanting to take the chance, her dress was still up around her waist and panties were soaked through from the mixture of hers and her little boys cum. My god she had finally fucked him again, she couldn't think of anything else but that cock and how much it had grown during the summer and filled her so much more now.

"I missed you while you were at your dads Johnny, I am so glad your back, and your cocks so huge now." Biting back a moan at the thought she turned her head quickly smiling at him.

Grabbing her hand Johnny places it on his wet cock that was still out of his pants "Mommy I want you again, I want to fuck you when we got home and feel you gripping me from the inside. I wanna fuck you mommy so bad."

Stepping down on the gas she grinz as the get closer to home, her body squirming behind the wheel as her own little boy says all those dirty naughty things to her making her drip with pleasure. Pulling up to the house finally she opens the garage door driving in and pulling to a stop fast. Throwing the car into park she leans over grabbing her son and dragging his mouth to hers kissing him hard and deeply her moans getting silenced as his arms wrap around her tugging at her body.

Releasing him she shudders and smiles "Bet I can get to the bedroom before you do son" Grinning she hops out of the car running across the garage and into the door as she hears his laughter as the car door slams and he follows.

Slipping her coat off and tossing it on the couch as she runs by laughing, she races up the stairs to her room falling onto the bed with Johnny right on her heels . He pounces on her his body covering hers while he catches his breath and laughs. "Not fair mom, you cheated" 

Giggling like a school girl Sandra runs her hands through her sons hair grabbing it tight in her fingers as she brings his lips down on his own kissing him hard and deep, her small legs wrapping around his waist letting him know far more then words could convey that his mommy wanted him, and she wanted him badly.

Tugging away Johnny sits up and quickly sheds his clothing watching as his mom slips out of her own not taking them off carefully like she always did but almost tearing them off her body. Groaning she lies back on the bed and wiggles her finger at him.

"Come here son, mommy wants you" Moaning softly he watches as his mommy starts to play with herself leaving him still with desire unable to move from the site. Her fingers dipped down caressing the soft folds of her pussy playing with the wetness of their mixed cum. She pushes one finger in slowly as his eyes widen, pulling it out and lifting it to her lips licking it clean while she watched him.

Moving suddenly Johnny buried his face into his mommies pussy licking furiously at her showing her how much he missed her with his tongue and teeth, Her fingers dig into his hair forcing him harder against her pussy as she starts to lift her body pressing it against him.

"Oh god yes make mommy cum you naughty boy, make your mommy cum all over your face and scream, oh god Johnny you're such a good lil boy mommy loves you." Screaming out Sandra feels her orgasm hit shaking her body making her hands go limp from her sons head. Jumping up Johnny slams his cock deep into her pussy moaning and panting as he feels her orgasm around him. Her muscles milking his cock as he starts to pound it into her fucking her hard while his fingers play with her clit keeping his mommy cumming as he feels his own orgasm rise.

"Oh god mommy your so good I have missed this, I am going to cum I am going to fill you with my jizm oh god oh MOMMYYYY" Groaning and crying out he mashes down on her clit with his fingers causing her to spasm again around him as he starts to shoot rope after rope of thick hot young cum deep in her coating his own mother with his seed for the second time since he came back home.

Groaning Johnny slumps down on his mom laying there his head pillowed on her breasts as they try to breathe. He feels his moms fingers comb through his hair as she whispers softly

"Welcome home, son."



Home Again



This story was previously submitted in the "Romance" category, but nobody read it. It's too hot to die a quiet death and I hope you agree.

People at the airport thought I'd been drinking. I hadn't, but I can't blame them for thinking that. I had stubble on my face, I staggered and I'd been working six days round the clock to straighten out some problems on an offshore oil-drilling rig created by a Malaysian Toolpusher who didn't know shit, but had an uncle in politics on the Company Board.

I fought back tears when I spotted my smiling Claire waving at the gate. I was that tired. I don't normally tear up, but maybe ten hours sleep in six days brings you back to what's important. And Claire was important. I hugged her and ran my hand up and down her back. I couldn't tell her how much I thought about her as I looked across a dark ocean at night; how she was always in my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep on a couch; how her enthusiasm for everything from raking leaves to roller-blading was so appreciated and so much part of the picture of her in my mind. So I just said "I'm so glad to see you" and blew my nose.

"Allergies?"

"Every time I see you."

She squeezed my hand and guided me to the car. I promptly fell asleep in mid-sentence. I don't know if it was her sentence or mine, but it didn't matter.

We got home and I got to do something I'd been dreaming about for days: sleep. I tossed my clothes in the hamper and all cares aside for the next 13 hours. When I awoke it was 11:30 am Thursday. The house was quiet. Claire was at work and wouldn't be home for six hours. My mind said "Get up!" but my body said "What for?" so I pulled a blind and went back to sleep.

The sound of my garage door opener roused me hours later and I was rubbing my eyes when Claire walked in.

"I can't believe you're still in bed! Have you been sleeping all this time?"

"Yuuup" I replied in my best Gary Cooper voice.

"I woke up once but my body was still aching so I went back to sleep."

Didn't you sleep at all on the rig?

"I'd nap for a half-hour at a time when I could squeeze it in, but that's yesterday. Come sit by me and let me run my hands through your hair and smell that sweet perfume."

"Let me take off my pantyhose first..."

"No. Let ME take off your pantyhose," I countered. Claire smiled and came round to the side of the bed. She wore a brown linen skirt and a black turtle neck top that showed the curve of her breasts quite nicely. Still, the sexiest thing she wore was a smile, which only got brighter as my hands crept up beneath her skirt and caressed her derriere.

"I've missed this. A lot."

My hands slid back and forth across the tight nylon for a moment, then descended beneath the waistband into softness. I caressed Claire's pale cheeks and pulled them up, down and sideways with my loving hands, elbowing the hose down a little more with each pass.

"You shouldn't start things you can't finish. Maybe you're still tired--ummmmunnnh!"

The little squeal of delight was expected. Claire was shy about it, but she liked having her cheeks pulled apart. I got some more squeals and pulled her hose down her thighs and her skirt up. I could feel myself get harder as her light brown pubic hair appeared, a small tangle covering her mons. Claire shifted her feet and thrust herself forward to my waiting fingers. I ran my hands up and down the limited area of her inside thighs I could reach and again around the soft full cheeks of her rear. I'd heard her complain a hundred times about her butt to others, but she was perfect for me. I had no interest whatsoever in a 115 pound model's tiny hamburger-size butt. Give me a grown woman's ass any day.

My hands inevitably returned to Claire's pubic region and I trailed my fingers back and forth through her hair. My fingertips caressed her labia lightly for a generous time, then I licked one and slowly inserted it into her warmth. I was rewarded with a cry of passion and the sexy sight of Claire hunching down as my finger twirled and slid amidst her wet folds. She grabbed my head to steady herself as soft moaning betrayed her heightened arousal. Her body jerked irregularly as my thumb joined the action, circling her tingling clitoris and occasionally rubbing it quickly for a second or two.

I slowed the action down for moment and kissed Claire passionately while arranging myself in a sitting position on the side of the bed. I sucked her tongue slowly and deeply, then she mine while I lifted her top off. Claire took her own bra off and brought her swaying breasts instinctively to my face. I reveled in the softness of those two mounds and hoped my unshaven beard wasn't hard on Claire's soft skin. Her firm nipples grazed my lips for a short moment before I opened them slightly and applied the most delicate pressure to those sensitive buds.

My reward was more sighs and muted squeals of delight as I took each hardened nipple in turn to my lips. A further reward awaited as I lifted Claire slightly and aligned the tip of my throbbing penis with her soft slit. Pure pleasure coursed through my body as Claire settled slowly down on the full length of my dick and wiggled in delight when her clitoris made contact with my pubic bone.

That wiggling gets to me every time and in a big way. I love the feel of her soft body settling in against mine, the sexy little shakes of the hip, the back and forth sway of her breasts. Then she raises herself and slides those incredibly soft folds of her femininity down on my waiting dick again. And again. And again.

I reach for Claire and hold her as we slip onto the bed. Her tempo is increasing and the little thrusts against my pubic bone become more insistent. Our cries of pleasure grow loud as each loving thrust takes less and less time until I can't hold back any longer. My balls instinctively contract and send their jets of hot sperm deep into my lover. I feel her quiver and hold for a second as she savors the feel, then continues her wet vertical massage of my still hard cock until her own passion peaks and she rubs her throbbing clit against my body until the spasms of joy drain her strength and she collapses against my chest.

There's not much to say after such a session, so we just held each other.

"I love you," I said.



Home 02: Home Again



She shifted behind the wheel of her car, rocking from side-to-side and stretching her legs. She took one hand off the wheel to rub the back of her neck and yawned. She shook her head and rolled down the window to let some of the cool February air into the vehicle. It hit her face and she blinked rapidly. The radio was playing loudly and she was singing along. The mountains were rising rapidly before her as she sped east. She glanced at the clock and cursed working a full shift even though she had not been able to leave Nashville any earlier.

Her cell phone, lying in the passenger's seat, rang, startling her from almost falling asleep. She grabbed it and clicked the talk button. "Hey, you," a soft voice said.

Raegan smiled at the sound of her lover's voice. They had only been able to grab a couple of days together since Tara had surprised her New Year's Eve. They had spent the snowy holiday under wraps, making love and making plans for their future. Work had kept them both busy for three weeks before Tara could grab another weekend. She'd brought Will and Rae had shown her new family her city. They had looked at a couple of neighborhoods and since that weekend, Rae had been talking to realtors and e-mailing pictures of houses to Tara. 

The time was getting close when Tara and Will, Tara's beautiful little boy, would be moving to Nashville to be with Rae full time. Rae had fallen as much in love with the little boy as she was with his mother. She was just as excited about them joining her as Will had been over his new bike on Christmas morning. "I'm glad you called," she answered. "I was about to fall asleep."

"Oh, baby. Be careful," Tara replied with a hint of anxiousness in her voice. For a moment, Rae regretted telling her friend that she was struggling. Tara's husband had died in a car wreck less than six months earlier. "Where are you?"

"I just drove through Knoxville. I'll be there in less than an hour. Talk to me, honey," Rae pleaded.

"I can't wait for you to get here," Tara responded, her voice dropping in volume to a husky whisper. Rae felt a shiver of anticipation race down her spine and she lowered her foot on the gas pedal, gaining speed as she hit the straight stretch of Interstate 40 between Knoxville and her hometown. "I've missed feeling your arms around me. I want to melt into you and taste your lips on mine. I want you to touch me."

"Oh, yeah?" Rae asked with a teasing tone in her voice. She relaxed a little as she listened, driving the dark road without thinking about her actions. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

"All over. I want to feel your hands and lips on every part of my body. I want you to kiss my lips and hold my breasts in your hands. They seem to be getting fuller every day."

Rae grinned, imaging a flush touching Tara's cheeks as she flirted playfully over the phone. The first time they had made love, Tara had been timid and nervous. She'd been ashamed of her body. Rae had been patient and loving and assuring. When Tara and Will had visited in late January, Rae had been thrilled when Tara was the instigator in making love. Her body had not embarrassed her, even as it grew larger as the baby inside of her grew. "You know I don't care how big your breasts are," she said, her mouth dry as she pictured Tara's body in her head. 

"You seemed awfully fascinated by how much they had grown the last time we were together," Tara responded, her volume so low that Rae had to strain to hear the seductive voice. 

"I don't recall you complaining," Rae teased. "Where else do you want me to touch you?" 

"I liked the picture of that last house you sent," Tara answered. "Where was it located? Belmont?"

"Belle Meade, you little minx. Are your nipples still sensitive?"

"I don't know that I liked it any better than the one in Franklin, though. How far is Franklin from your office?"

"Belle Meade is closer. Are you wearing that sexy peach nightgown with the lace trim? I bet that satin rubbing against your nipples feel good."

"Where are the best schools?"

"Both areas have good schools, both public and private. We can afford private school, if you want to send Will to a private school. Beth's daughter goes to Franklin Road Academy. Maybe you're not wearing anything at all. Are you going to meet me at the door naked? That would be a nice Valentine's Day present."

"I believe you have a one track mind, my dear."

"You started it, baby. Now you get to reap the consequences."

"I fully intend to," Tara answered again in a low, husky voice that gave Rae chills. "Baby's got my hormones all aflutter. You may be disappointed after she comes and I'm not horny all the time."

"You know that I'm not all about sex, don't you, Tara," Rae said, her mood changing. A serious tone crept into her voice as she spoke. "I love you, not your body . . . well, not just your body."

"Of course I know, sweetheart. But I may wear you out by April," Tara responded, attempting to regain the playfulness of a moment earlier. "Do you think you are up to the challenge?"

Rae laughed, the sound filling the car. She was no longer in danger of falling asleep. Her conversation with Tara had energized her enough to finish the trip without dozing. "I'll die trying, baby. I'll see you in about thirty minutes."

"Okay, honey. Be careful. I love you."

"You, too," Rae answered, clicking the off button on her cell phone and tossing it in the seat beside her. She settled comfortably into the driver's seat, smiling as she drew closer to Tara. Her girlfriend gave her new life. They had found each other at the right time. Rae's girlfriend of seven years had just moved away and they had drifted apart. Tara's husband had died, leaving her broke and pregnant. Neither was looking to start a new relationship when they stumbled across each other on Thanksgiving Day, but the old friends were drawn to each other. 

Rae smiled as she neared the exit for her hometown. This was the first time since moving away that she had been home without her parents knowing about her visit. She didn't know what Tara had planned for the weekend so she didn't know if she would find time to visit with her parents. Her mother knew that there was someone new in her life and knew that someone was from home, but Nora Hall did not know how serious the relationship was. Most of her family did not know she was gay. On New Year's, Tara had announced that she would not be Rae's little secret. They were going to be a family.

She tried not to think about telling people the truth very often. She was afraid their reaction might send Tara running away. Sometimes, Rae was afraid she had given away her heart much too soon, but Tara and Will had stolen it in a way that neither Jamie nor anyone else ever had. She just hoped that Tara was strong enough to deal with the heartache that would accompany being an alternative family.

She drove by the road leading to her childhood home and turned toward Tara's neighborhood and the tiny apartment she shared with Will. Rae hated the place. She wanted to hate Billy for leaving Tara with so little that she could only afford the small room, but found she could not. Billy had loved Tara and he had helped create Will and the life growing inside Tara now. Fortunately, Tara and Will would not be stuck in the hovel much longer. Soon, they would be living in a large house with her.

That thought buoyed Rae as she gathered her duffel bag and headed up the steps to the two-room apartment. She took the steps two at a time, her eyes resting on the door to Tara's home. Her exhaustion began to fade as she drew nearer her new family. Her heart raced with exhilaration as she reached the landing. The door opened just before she lifted her fist to rap her knuckles on the paneling. Before she could say hello, arms circled her neck. She felt a supple body pressed against her. Her lips, parted in surprise, were covered with a soft kiss. Rae grunted softly, wrapping her arms around Tara's body and returning the kiss. Her tongue darted out, meeting the invader and tasting her lover. A soft groan escaped her throat as she leaned down to deepen the kiss. 

Tara broke the kiss before they got breathless, but she did not pull away immediately. She pressed her body closer, her cheek resting on Rae's shoulder as she tightened her grip. Rae's hands moved over Tara's back as she kissed the crown of her lover's head and inhaled deeply the fragrance of her shampoo. "Honey," Rae finally said after what seemed a sweet eternity in the embrace, "You are letting the cold air in."

Tara snuggled deeper against Rae and made a soft, pleasant sound in her throat. "I'm warm," she murmured.

Rae sighed softly, a contented sound filling Tara's ears as her lover adjusted her arms into a comfortable hold. They remained locked in the embrace until the cold air did begin to penetrate Tara's fingers. She stepped back slightly, sliding her hands down Rae's arms and taking both of the woman's hands to tug her into the toasty apartment. Their eyes remained locked as Tara slipped Rae's duffel bag off her shoulder, sitting it on the floor. Rae placed her free hands on Tara's round stomach, splaying her fingers over the hard swell. Tara placed her hands on Rae's forearms, sliding her fingertips beneath her lover's shirt to touch her skin. She lifted her face to Rae's bowed head, their temples touching. She stretched up to touch her lips briefly to Rae's. "We're fine."

"I don't like you being so far away," Rae answered. "It would take me too long to get here if something were to happen."

"I wouldn't be alone, honey," Tara assured, her hands moving up to caress Rae's upper arms and shoulders.

"I know, but I wouldn't be with you," she sighed, kissed Tara's lips again, and stepped away to remove her jacket. Her eyes moved about the room as she laid it across a chair. There were a few boxes stacked in one corner, evidence that Tara was starting to prepare for the move to Nashville. Her eyes continued their journey as Tara moved toward the kitchenette. A Disney movie was playing silently on the television and Will was curled up on the couch. "What's he doing in here?" Rae asked with a fond smile as she crossed toward the couch.

"He begged to wait up for you. I knew he wouldn't make it, but I left him there so you could see him. Are you hungry, sweetheart?"

Rae sat down on the edge of the couch and combed her fingers through Will's bangs. "A little." Her voice dropped to the tender tone she always used with Tara's four-year-old son. "Hey Champ."

He twisted and did not wake up, so Rae slid her arms beneath him. She lifted him close to her face and gently kissed his cheek as she stood with him and carried him to the apartment's only bedroom. She tucked him into his racecar bed, bending to kiss his forehead and brush his hair back. He mumbled softly but did not wake. Rae pulled the blankets to his chin and tiptoed out of the room. 

Tara was in the process of pulling out the foldaway bed in the couch where she slept every night. For the first time since arriving, Rae took the time to study her lover. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that Rae recognized as one of her own. Rae moved stealthily to her girlfriend, sliding her hands from behind to cup Tara's heavy breasts. She kissed the back of Tara's neck. "When did you steal this shirt?"

Tara turned to her lover, pressing close as she slid her arms around Rae's neck again. "I snuck about three into my suitcase when we visited," she laughed. "If I can't sleep with you, I can sleep in your clothes." She planted a kiss on Rae's lips. "I made you a sandwich."

"You're going to spoil me," Rae smiled, breaking the embrace to find the sandwich while Tara finished preparing the bed. The foldout bed was another motivation for Rae wanting to get Tara to Nashville as soon as possible. The thin mattress couldn't be comfortable with the baby.

"That's my intent," Tara answered as she fluffed the pillows and pulled back the blankets. She made her way to Rae leaning against the kitchen counter. She positioned herself between Rae's legs and leaned slightly against her lover's body. A teasing smile lit her face as she touched her lips to Rae's throat. Rae tilted her head, trying to finish her sandwich as Tara's lips and teeth scraped lightly on her neck. While she nibbled, Tara's hands began working free the buttons of Rae's shirt. Her mouth dipped down as the shirt parted, her tongue moving against the soft flesh peeking above Rae's bra. She placed her mouth over her lover's breast, her tongue rubbing against the nipple through the satin bra.

Rae finished her sandwich and leaned back, gripping the counter with her hands as Tara's mouth continued working down her stomach. Rae exhaled slowly as Tara's tongue dragged on her flat tummy. Tara worked open the fly of Rae's jeans, her fingers moving against her lover's waist, slipping into her jeans, and covering her bottom.

"What happened to the shy girl who was afraid she wasn't doing things right?" Rae teased as Tara's mouth worked its way back to her neck. Rae tilted her head backward, giving her lover full access. 

"Who cares if I'm doing it right," Tara answered huskily, breaking contact with her girlfriend. She took Rae's hands and began walking backward toward the bed. "As long as I'm getting to touch you, as long as it feels good, then I'm obviously doing it right."

Tara sat down on the edge of the bed, sliding her hands up Rae's ribcage to her shoulders. She pushed the shirt off Rae's shoulders before working to free the music executive's large breasts from the restraints of the satin bra. She sat back and grinned as she looked at her lover's body. "I may have to take some naughty pictures of you for when we are apart."

Rae laughed softly as Tara's mouth closed over her breast again. "You are such a pervert," she teased. She moaned softly as Tara's tongue teased her nipples to attention. She glided her hands over Tara's smooth shoulders. She leaned forward slightly, pushing more of her breast into Tara's warm mouth. She gripped the t-shirt and pulled it up, revealing the blonde's pale back. Her fingernails scratched along the delicate surface as Tara leaned back just enough to allow Rae to remove the shirt. Rae's fingers then glided over the full, sensitive breasts of her partner, circling her nipples teasingly. To demonstrate her pleasure, Tara bit down lightly on Rae's nipple.

Without breaking her mouth's contact, Tara pushed the denim over Rae's hips. The jeans slid down and Rae stepped out of them. Free of her clothing, Rae pushed Tara back on the bed, following until she lay stretched out beside her. Her hand lifted Tara's full breast to her mouth, her tongue lapping against the tender nipple. Tara groaned softly, her body shuddering as the sensation radiated through her body. "What about Will?" Rae managed to ask.

"Shhh," Tara whispered, caressing Rae's cheek and guiding her mouth back to her breast. "Will's our son. We shouldn't be embarrassed to be touching each other, making love to each other, with him nearby. He'll know we love each other."

Rae pulled back and grinned softly. "Our son?"

"Mmhmm," Tara answered, taking advantage of Rae's distraction to inch her way down her lover's body. "I've already talked to a lawyer about our options. I want my children to belong to you." She wedged her shoulders between Rae's legs and danced her tongue along the slit, tasting the salt of her lover's arousal. "Do you want my children?"

Rae had to struggle to form a coherent thought as Tara's teasing tongue pushed deeper. "Of course." The tip of Tara's tongue flicked against Rae's clit and Rae groaned softly, her body melting at her lover's touch. Rae quivered as Tara increased her pace, her tongue moving back and forth against the swollen, wet button. She delved deeper, closing her lips around it. She scraped her teeth against the nub and sucked softly. Rae struggled for a moment, unable to believe the timid woman who had hesitantly invited her into bed on Christmas Eve was the same vixen with her now.

Her thoughts didn't surface for long. Tara's fingers joined her dancing tongue, slipping between the slick, bare lips to find her depths. She added another finger and began moving in and out as her body started upward again. Her fingers did not stop as she licked each of Rae's nipples before landing on her lips. Rae tried to return the kiss, but Tara's rapid fingers pushing deeper with every thrust were making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything. 

They shifted to their sides and Rae glided her hand down Tara's back, into the waistband of the flannel pants. She teased her fingers along Tara's crack before moving over her lover's hip to find her opening. Their kisses deepened, their tongues dueling, thrusting back and forth from one mouth to the next. Their tongues twined and tasted as their fingers teased. Rae pinched Tara's clit, tugging on it before sliding her fingers back and forth across it. Tara shifted her thumb to Rae's nub, massaging it as her fingers moved in and out.

Rae rolled slightly, pinning Tara beneath her as her free hand rolled responsive nipples. Tara began whimpering immediately and Rae intensified her attack, leaving Tara's mouth to massage her full breast with her tongue. Tara responded immediately, bucking up to meet Rae's insistent thrusts. Rae's hips were rocking on Tara's hand, allowing her lover to concentrate all her effort on the pleasure racing through her body. 

Rae removed her mouth from Tara's breast in order to look at the woman who held her heart. She moved quicker, her dark eyes watching as Tara threw her head back. She bit her lip, her whole body tense as Rae pushed her higher. She opened her mouth as she crested and Rae covered her mouth with her own, smothering her cry of pleasure. Tara screamed into Rae's mouth as Rae followed her girlfriend over the precipice.

They eased onto the bed, Rae pulling Tara close with her arm. Tara snuggled close, a dreamy smile on her face. "I love you," Rae whispered, covering Tara's face with little kisses as her hand cupped one of her lover's breasts.

"I love you, too," Tara answered softly, rubbing her cheek on the pillow of Rae's chest. "I think I'll ask my mother to keep Will tomorrow night so we can be alone," she mumbled as their arms wrapped around each other. They pulled the blankets up, their bodies a tangled knot. As Rae drifted to sleep, she couldn't tell where she ended and Tara began. Their bodies mirrored their hearts. They were part of one another. One heart didn't beat without the other; one didn't draw breath without breathing in the other. Snuggled beneath the blankets of the foldout bed, they were one. They were complete.

"Mommy! Mommy! It's cartoon time!" an excited voice squealed, jerking Rae from a deep sleep. She sat up quickly, her heart pounding against her breast. She barely had time to adjust to her surroundings before Will leaped into the bed between them. He was gripping the remote control in his hand as he climbed over his mother's reclining form. He dropped the remote and threw his tiny arms around Rae's neck. "Hi, Aunt Rae! Are you going to watch cartoons with Mommy and me?"

He didn't wait for her answer as he snuggled between them and began flipping through channels until he found Mickey Mouse. Rae leaned against the back of the couch and scooted toward Tara, putting Will on her lap. "Good morning," she mouthed, bending to kiss her lover softly. Tara smiled warmly and laid her cheek against Rae's bare thigh. Rae lightly brushed her fingers through Tara's hair as they enjoyed the morning together. 

Tara broke the bond nearly and hour later. Rae watched her walk across the room, adoring the way her lover's body moved. She disappeared in the bathroom and in a minute, she heard the shower water running. Rae bit back a groan as she imagined the hot water sluicing over Tara's skin. If Will had not been settled comfortably on her lap, she would have joined the small pregnant woman in the bathtub. "Know what, Aunt Rae?" Will said suddenly, distracting her from the direction her thoughts had taken. She was grateful that he was there to settle her hormones. She turned her attention to him, stroking his hair and waiting for him to continue. "Mommy and I miss you."




Home 02: Home Again



"I miss you a whole lot, too, bud. We'll just have to work harder to get you and Mommy to move to Nashville and be with me sooner. Would you like that?"

"I sure would, because Mommy cries when she misses you, and I don't like for Mommy to cry." He shifted on her lap as his words settled in Rae's mind. She didn't know that Tara cried. It only encouraged her more to find the perfect house and get Tara to Nashville sooner. "Are we going to live in the house where you live now?"

"No, we're looking for something else. My house isn't big enough for you and the baby. We're going to find something with a great big backyard so we can buy a swing set and there will be plenty of room for you to kick your soccer ball."

"Can we have a swimming pool?"

"Will!" Tara exclaimed as she emerged from the bathroom. "Don't be rude. I'm sorry, Rae." She crossed to them. She had on stretch pants and a loose top. She scooped her little boy off Rae's lap, her expression disturbed. "Let's get you some breakfast."

She headed toward the kitchenette and Rae followed her path, a frown on her face. She inched out of bed. Sometime during the night, she'd put on a tank top. A pair of shorts was lying nearby and she slipped into them as she followed Tara. Will was on his knees at the table and Tara was standing at the refrigerator. Rae glanced at Will and hesitated, but Tara's words from last night gave her confidence. She grabbed Tara around the waist and kissed her cheek. "What was that about?" she demanded, her arms around her lover as she spoke.

"I just," she sighed, disentangling herself from Rae's arms. "I don't want Will thinking of you as a meal ticket. That's not what you are to us."

"I know that," Rae answered, leaning against the counter and watching Tara. "You told me last night that he was my son. My son should not be afraid to tell me what he wants and to ask for things that he wants." She closed the short distance, laying her hand on Tara's cheek. "I want to give you the things you want. My money is sitting in the bank. I want to spend it on you and your children."

The petite blonde lifted her eyes to Rae's face, her eyes glistening. "We don't need your money, baby, we need you and your love."

Rae smiled, her fingertips dancing lightly over Tara's cheekbones. "You have me, honey, my love and my money, and if Will wants a pool, he can tell me. He may not get one, but he can tell me."

A smile formed on Tara's face and she stretched up to kiss Rae's lips tenderly. "I love you," she whispered reverently. "Go take a shower while I fix breakfast. We have a big day."

"A big day?" Rae asked as she moved to her duffel bag. "I'd just as soon stay holed up right here with the two of you all weekend. Rent movies. Eat popcorn and junk food. How does that sound, Will?"

"Can we order pizza?"

"Don't even argue. I will win," Tara insisted. "Even if we do lie around all day, you've got to be clean." She shooed Rae toward the bathroom and turned her attention toward the kitchen. Rae looked at Will, shrugged her shoulders, and headed into the bathroom. His little boy giggle followed her.

Two hours later, Rae was strapped into the passenger's seat of Tara's car, watching the familiar sights of her hometown through the window. Tara had not said where they were headed and no amount of prodding or pleading had convinced her to reveal anything. Rae just hoped that wherever they were going that they did not run into any of her family.

Her mother knew she was involved with someone new but had not asked many questions. Nora Hall knew that Rae would not reveal anything she was not ready to tell. The harder she pushed, the quieter Rae would be. Nora had made that discovery when Rae was still a teenager struggling with her sexuality, so she had made the decision not to push and trust that Rae would share what was important. As important as Tara and Will were, Rae was not ready to share them yet.

Rae sat up straighter as Tara made a turn into a private subdivision. She looked around with a frown. "Where are we going, honey?"

Tara looked at Rae from the corner of her eye and did not answer. Instead, from the backseat, Will's voice filled the car. "We're going to Grandma's!"

Rae felt the blood drain from her face as Will's words registered. She turned her full attention to Tara. "Honey?"

"If you are going to whisk Will and me away to Nashville, my parents deserve as much time as possible to adapt to the situation," she announced as she pulled into a driveway. "Especially before Will spills the beans on his own." They sat in silence, Tara trying to gauge Rae's anger. "I refuse to be your secret, and you're not going to be mine," she whispered.

Rae opened the door and slammed it. She stood beside the car with her fingertips pressing against her temples. Hesitantly, Tara emerged. She opened Will's door and helped him get out of his booster seat. His feet were running toward the front door as soon as they hit the ground. Rae walked slowly around the car. "Are you sure?" she asked softly.

"That I love you? I've never been more sure about anything in my life." She pressed her palm to Rae's cheek, looking into her lover's face. "I want to shout it from the rooftops that you are mine."

Rae exhaled softly, turning her head to press a kiss against Tara's wrist. She could feel her girlfriend's heartbeat against her lips. Tara threaded her fingers through Rae's and they walked together toward the house. As they walked closer, Tara pulled Rae's hand closer, squeezing it between both of hers. The screen door squeaked as they entered the house and Rae tried to take in everything at once. 

The brick house was small and the living room seemed cramped, but it was a comfortable place. Will was sitting on his grandfather's lap. Rae could feel Tara trembling. "Hey, Daddy!" Tara greeted, her voice a little high-pitched, betraying her nervousness. She didn't step away from Rae to embrace him. 

Her mother came into the room, drying her hands on a dishtowel. "Hi, sweetheart. Did I hear my favorite little man?"

"Hi, Momma," Tara greeted, releasing Rae's hand immediately. Rae noticed how quickly her lover dropped her hand but it did not upset her. "This is Raegan Hall. We graduated high school together."

"Hello, Raegan," Jane Roding greeted, taking the hand Rae extended with a wary expression.

"Most people call me Rae. You have a beautiful home."

"Rae and I ran into each other on Thanksgiving," Tara continued as she stepped into the tiny living room. She sat down on the love seat and looked expectantly at Rae. Rae sat beside her, trying not to appear as nervous as she felt. 

"So, what are the two of you up to today?" Jane asked as she took a seat near her husband. She sat the rocking chair in motion as she studied her daughter.

"Rae is visiting from Nashville," Tara replied, staring at the floor as she attempted to muster the courage she needed to tell her parents the full truth. Rae wanted to offer Tara comfort and assurance in the form of a touch, but she didn't want to make any moves to make the situation harder.

"Mommy and I are going to go live with Aunt Rae in Nashville and we're going to have a house with a pool!" Will exclaimed as he bounced on Grant Roding's knee.

Jane's eyes traveled slowly from her grandson to her daughter. Tara was looking at Rae, who reached over and gently covered Tara's nearest hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Tara, what is he talking about? Surely you aren't really considering moving away from your family."

"Momma, Rae is more than a friend. She's my girlfriend." Tara's eyes were still focused on Rae's face. "I love her, and Will and I are going to be with her."

Grant Roding sat Will on the ground and stalked out of the room without looking at his daughter. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Will moved to Rae, leaning against her side. Rae slipped her arm around his waist and rubbed his leg as they waited for Tara's mother to form a response to her daughter's blunt announcement. "Tara, you shouldn't joke about such things." She got up and went to the kitchen without allowing Tara another response. 

Tara dropped her head once they were alone in the room. Rae leaned over to nuzzle her cheek and neck gently. Tara turned toward her lover with glistening eyes. "It's all right," Rae whispered against her girlfriend's lips.

Rae watched as Tara stood and followed her mother. Rae put both arms around Will and hugged him close. "What's wrong with Mommy?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"She'll be all right, buddy, I promise. We'll take good care of her together, won't we? Why don't you turn on some cartoons?" She patted his bottom and stood. She turned on the television and flipped through the channels until she found something suitable for him. She mussed his hair with her fingertips and went to stand in the kitchen door.

Jane was busy rummaging around the room, doing everything possible not to look at her daughter. "I know that Billy's death hurt you, Tara. I know you've been lonely and that the prospect of bringing a child into the world alone is scary."

"This is nothing to do with being lonely, Momma," Tara said from the middle of the kitchen. Her eyes were fixed on her mother's back as she spoke. Sensing Rae's presence, she shifted her eyes to her lover. "I'm gay, Momma," she announced with a tremor in her voice.

"You . . ." Jane began, but her voice broke. "You can't be gay. You have a child. You were married. You are pregnant."

"I am. I was gay in high school and I was gay when I was married to Billy, I just denied it. When I was in high school, I wanted Rae to ask me out so badly." Tara moved toward Rae as she spoke, her voice faraway as their eyes stayed locked. "I wanted to dance with her at our senior prom and I wanted to kiss her when we got our diplomas." Rae slipped her arm around Tara's waist as she came closer, trailing her finger against her lover's cheek. "I was afraid then. I was afraid of being who I was." She pressed into Rae's hand. "I'll never be scared again."

"You need to reign in your hormones, Tara. You're pregnant. You aren't thinking clearly," Jane insisted, still not looking at her daughter. 

Tara sighed wearily from Rae's arms. Things were not going the way she had envisioned them. She looked at Rae for support but her lover's expression was unreadable. "It has nothing to do with my hormones, Momma," she answered, turning around in Rae's embrace. "I am in love with Rae."

Her mother turned quickly, the anger evident on her face as she confronted them. "That is impossible," she snapped. She shifted her eyes to Rae. "I don't know what you have done to convince my daughter that this is an acceptable lifestyle, but you have taken advantage of a lonely, hurt woman. I hope that makes you proud."

Rae's hands tightened into fists as her arms fell away from Tara. She bowed her head guiltily. "Rae did not pursue me, Mother. I pursued her," Tara growled.

"Miss Hall, would you please leave me alone with my daughter?"

Rae hesitated, dropping her eyes to Tara. The small woman nodded in assurance, patting Rae's hand gently. Reluctantly, Rae turned, but then she looked back at the older woman. "I can't imagine how hard this must be for you, Mrs. Roding, but I can assure you of a few facts. I love your daughter and I love your grandchildren. I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of them."

"You'll not have to worry about that for long," Jane Roding snapped. "Tara will come to her senses after she has the baby. Everything will get back to normal then."

Rae bent and kissed Tara's lips softly. "I'll wait at the car, honey." She glanced over her girlfriend's shoulder at Jane Roding before leaving the family members alone. Will was standing in the middle of the living room, a troubled expression marring his face. Rae scooped him into her arms and carried him outside. 

"Mommy's crying," he said solemnly as he wrapped his arms around her neck. "Mommy used to cry when she thought about Daddy. Now she cries when she misses you. Is she thinking about Daddy?"

"Your Mommy never forgets your Daddy, buddy, and we'll never let you forget him." She sighed as she helped him settle into his car seat. "I don't like it when Mommy cries, either. We're going to have to work harder so she doesn't cry so often."

"But what can I do?"

"When Mommy's crying, go sit next to her and talk to her. Or, you can call me. You know how to call me, don't you?"

"Mommy said if I wanted to call you, I was supposed to push 4, like my age, and the tic tac toe board on the phone, but that I wasn't supposed to call you unless it is really important cause it costs a lot of money for us to call you."

"Well, Mommy crying is really important, so next time she's crying, you call me." She squatted down so that she was eye-to-eye with him. "Deal?"

The screen door slammed shut and she glanced over her shoulder. Tara was coming their way and Rae could tell her lover was agitated. Rae winked at Will to seal the deal and stood, shutting the door before Will could hear Tara's sobbing. Tara threw herself into Rae's arms, weeping against her breast. Rae rubbed her hands over Tara's back, whispering soothingly. "Baby," she muttered. She had no words of assurance for Tara, though. "What did you expect to happen?"

"They are my parents. I expected them to love me no matter what."

"They do, this is just a big pill to swallow. It's hard to accept that their little girl has a female lover."

"She said she didn't ever want to see you again." Tara pulled back, looking into Rae's eyes with shiny eyes. "I asked her if she was willing to give up Will and the baby and me, too."

"What did she say?" Rae asked, fearing the answer. This was Tara's first confrontation with how difficult the choice to love one another would be. Rae was afraid that Tara would decide to end things.

"She didn't answer," Tara replied.

"That's good, baby. That means she's not ready to give you all up. She could have sent you completely away. When we visit home, I'll stay at my Mom's when you bring the children here to see your parents."

"No," Tara countered with a frustrated voice. "You are my lover and my partner. I won't hide you, even from my parents."

"They'll come around, honey. Just give them time to adjust to the idea. Let them see that I'm not just some passing fling that you are having because your hormones are out of whack."

Tara forced a laugh and wiped at her tears with her fingertips. "My hormones are out of whack, but that's not why I love you."

Rae rubbed Tara's upper arms for a moment. "I know that, baby. Get in. I'll drive." Rae opened the car door and slipped behind the wheel.

"You'll spoil my itinerary today."

"Honey, your first stop proved to be a bust. It's time I take over the day."

Tara settled into the passenger's seat as Rae expertly backed from the driveway. She smiled softly as she watched Rae, her head resting against the back of the seat. "Is this the way things are going to be from now on? Are you going to take charge and take care of every problem that comes up?"

"I sure am going to try to, darlin'. I hope you don't mind."

"As long as we are partners in everything and we are together, I don't mind at all." Rae leaned over and kissed Tara's lips before throwing the car into drive and speeding away from the Roding family house. "Where are we going?" Tara asked as Rae drove expertly through the city.

"It's my turn for surprises," Rae teased, laying her hand on Tara's knee and giving it a light squeeze. "I love you for your bravery," she whispered.

"For my stupidity, you mean," Tara replied in frustration. "You tried to warn me how things would be when people started finding out the truth. How have you done it all these years?"

"It's easier in a bigger city where there is more diversity. It is also easier because I'm away from home. The first time most people met me, I was with Jamie. In the entertainment industry, even the country music industry, sexual orientation is a non-issue." They linked fingers and Rae brought Tara's hand to her mouth. She kissed the back of her lover's hand in assurance. "That doesn't mean that everyone will accept us. Nashville may be the center of an entertainment empire, but it's still Tennessee and there are still ignorant people."

Rae released Tara's hand to concentrate on her driving. Tara leaned across the console to lay her hand on Rae's thigh, longing for her lover's reassuring touch. She had never craved Billy's touch the way she did with Rae. She was convinced what she told her mother was true. She had always been gay but she had been in denial. She wouldn't trade the life that she had shared with Billy for anything. Billy had given her Will and the baby she now carried. Had Rae strolled through her life while Billy was still alive, she might have looked longingly after the woman but she would not have imagined leaving her husband. Now, she couldn't imagine life without Rae.

Rae pulled the car into the grass at a large white house. Tara stared out the window with a frown. Rae got out of the car and opened the back door to help Will release the seatbelt. She held his hand as they walked around the car. Tara emerged slowly, her eyes on the house. "Honey? Where are we?"

Before Rae could answer, a gray-haired man came out on the porch and lit his pipe. He saw them and waved the bowl at them. "Hi, Pop!" Rae answered, waving back. "Surprise!" 

"Rae, baby, I can't. I can't face your parents after what happened with mine," Tara said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she clung to the car door.

"Hi, punkin," Max Hall said as he stepped off the porch and moved across the dry grass to them. He hugged Rae without looking at her companions. "This is a surprise. Your mom will fuss because you drove home without telling her. You know she likes to worry." He kissed her cheek and then smiled at Tara. "Hello, I'm Max Hall."

"Tara Roding," Tara responded with a tremor in her voice. 

Rae lifted Will on her hip and slipped her arm around Tara. "This is Will. Will, say hello to Poppa Max."

He waved shyly and laid his head on Rae's shoulder. He had never been shy around Rae, so she was surprised by his quietness. She kissed his forehead and followed her father toward the porch. "Your mom is in the back room writing," he said, tapping his pipe against the side of the house before opening the door. "Nora!" he called. "Come here! I have a surprise for you!"

"Well, bring it back here. I'm in the middle of something!" she answered back, her voice echoing through the house. 

"You gotta come here to see it!" he replied, winking as Rae sat Will on the ground. The little boy continued to lean against her legs as Max moved so that Nora would see her daughter immediately.

"This had better be important, you old devil," Nora Hall mumbled as she walked through the house. "I don't take you away from your ball games for unimportant things. Raegan!"

"Hey, Ma!" Rae answered, stepping from behind Will to hug her mom.

"What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming home." She looked past Rae at the pregnant woman and small boy standing just inside the room. She raised a questioning eyebrow to Rae, a slight smile on her lips. "Who do we have here?"

"This is Tara, Ma, my girlfriend and the love of my life."

"Well, come here, Tara," Nora insisted, holding out her arms. "Welcome to the family." She embraced Tara just as tightly as she had Rae. Helplessly, Tara returned the hug. Nora stepped back to examine the new woman in her daughter's life. "Aren't you beautiful? You've done well, Raegan."

Tara blushed and Rae laughed softly, standing behind Will again with her hands resting on his chest. "This is her son, Will. Buddy, this is my Ma, Nora."




Home 02: Home Again



"Our son," Tara corrected quietly.

Nora glanced briefly at the woman before turning her full attention to the little boy. "Hi, Will. You can call me Nanna. That's what my other grandchildren call me." He forced a smile but couldn't find his voice. Nora ruffled his hair. "Raegan, why don't you take Will up to the toy room? I'll fix some tea." She linked her arm through Tara's. "Tara will help me, won't you, dear?"

"Y-yes, of course," Tara stammered, her eyes darting nervously to Rae who simply smiled in assurance. She allowed Nora Hall to lead her to the kitchen and attempted to help, but Nora pushed her away, urging her to sit down and rest. 

"You must be very special," she said as she went about preparing the tea. "Raegan has never brought home a girl before."

"Not even Jamie?" Tara asked in wonder.

"We knew Jamie, of course. We met her when we traveled to Nashville. We talked to her on the phone, but Raegan never brought her home." She paused in fixing the tea with a frown. "I don't suppose you can have caffeine, in your condition. Would you rather have some juice or milk or water?"

"Juice would be nice," Tara mumbled, thinking about the fact that Rae had never brought a girlfriend home before. "I adore your daughter, Mrs. Hall. She had made a huge difference in my life these past few months."

"I knew at Christmas that Rae was seeing someone new. I didn't think it had gotten quite so serious, but I can see in her eyes that you are very special to her. I don't remember her ever glowing the way she did when she introduced you." She handed Tara the glass of juice and patted her stomach, sensing Rae behind her. "Now, I know my daughter is very charming and talented, but I don't think she's responsible for this little one."

Tara laughed softly. "Ma!" Rae exclaimed from the doorway. "Are you being too nosy? Honey, don't pay any attention to her."

"It's all right, baby," Tara assured, running her fingers over her belly. "My husband died in August," she answered. "But this child won't be raised by a single parent. I've seen Rae with Will. My children will have an excellent second parent."

"It's about time you gave me grandchildren," Nora scoffed. "And a grandson to boot. All of Lacy's children are little girls. What are you expecting, dear?"

"We've decided not to find out," Tara answered. "I want Rae to be surprised."

Rae slid her arm around her lover and gently nuzzled her cheek, relieved to feel Tara's muscles relaxed beneath her hand. They kept up the playful banter until Nora had her first opportunity to be alone with her daughter. Only then did she fix Rae with a wary look. "What have you done?"

Rae cocked her head at her mother in question as she helped prepare supper. "What do you mean, Ma?"

"She's recently widowed and pregnant, Raegan. What were you thinking, making her fall in love with you? I'm not even sure you are over Jamie."

"She seduced me," Rae answered. "I know you'll find that hard to believe, but I had the exact same doubts. I tried to stay away from her, but she came to me."

"Be careful with that girl. She's special. I don't want to see you hurt her."

"I'm the one with it all on the line, Ma. In six months or a year, Tara could suddenly decide that she was wrong. She could decide that she was vulnerable and lonely and I was a safe choice but that the lifestyle and I are not what she wants. If that happens, all I'll be able to do is let her go."

"You know what a tough road this is."

"I know," she answered softly. "I've told her. She found out today. She told her parents."

"So, that's why she looked like a terrified lost lamb when she walked into this house. That's why you brought her here."

"I knew you would accept her, Ma. I wanted her to see that not everyone would be like her parents." There was a brief silence as they both continued to work. "I'm happy, Ma. I thought I loved Jamie, but what I felt for her during the entire seven years we were together is nothing compared to what Tara makes me feel."

Nora Hall sighed softly as she finished her task. She fixed her steady eyes on her daughter. "I've never interfered with your romantic life, Raegan. Your father and I have done our best to accept your lifestyle. You never brought Jamie home. You never brought any girl home, until now. Your heart is on your sleeve, little girl."

"I know, Ma," Rae answered softly. "But I can't help myself. I couldn't stop loving her if I tried right now."

Later that night, as Tara tucked Will into bed, Rae sat on the couch thinking about her mother's assessment of her relationship. She could not deny that she was head over in heels in love with Tara Myers, but what would that do to her if Tara suddenly decided that she had made a mistake. She had been lonely when Jamie had left, but if Tara decided to leave, would it be too difficult to remember to breathe again?

Tara quietly shut Will's bedroom door and moved easily across the room. She sat down on the couch next to Rae. Rae automatically opened her arm and Tara lay across her lap. Rae smiled down at her small lover, using the tip of her finger to trace the girl's features. "You've been quiet all evening," Tara said as she danced her fingers up and down Rae's forearm.

"I've just been thinking," Rae answered. "You know that your parents aren't going to be the only ones who react the way they did today, don't you?"

Tara sighed wearily. "I don't care how strangers react, baby."

"What if your parents never accept you?" Rae asked with a touch of harsh desperation in her voice. If Tara was going to back out of their relationship, it was best that it happen now, before she upset Will's world by moving to Nashville and making them a family. 

"Then it's their loss, sweetheart. They lose me and Will and the baby." Tara shifted a little, sitting up and laying her hand on the side of Rae's face. "I'm not going anywhere, Rae." She leaned forward and pressed her lips firmly to her lover's. "I love you. You can't get rid of me now. Will and I, we belong to you."

Rae smiled, marveling at the way that Tara seemed to read her mind. They were connected on such a deep level that Rae knew their relationship had to be right. She leaned down, pressing her lips to Tara's, the kiss warm and loving. Rae teased Tara's lips apart and dipped her tongue into the warm cavern, connecting them physically. Their tongue entwined in a mirror of their soul. Rae's tongue moved behind Tara's teeth and the tip dragged along the roof of her mouth. 

Rae's teasing tongue sent shivers racing through Tara's body. She moaned softly and shifted, laying her arm behind Rae's head to hold her closer. Rae kept one arm around Tara's shoulders, cradling her lover in her lap. The other hand began roaming over the woman's supple body. She pushed Tara's shirt up, over the round belly that contained their child, and played with the receptive nipples straining against the satin of the bra.

The kiss did not stop as Rae's hands worked into the waistband of Tara's pants. She bit and nibbled against Tara's lips. She sucked on the lower lip, rubbing her tongue over it as her fingers brushed against Tara's intimate opening. Her fingers moved lightly against Tara's slit, teasing as the pads of her fingers rubbed the soft skin.

Tara moaned softly into Rae's mouth as her fingers pushed a little deeper. "You're wet," Rae whispered when she broke the kiss. They were both breathless. Rae's mouth did not stay steady long. She immediately began licking and kissing Tara's arched neck.

A blush touched Tara's cheeks at Rae's intimate proclamation. "Always, with you," she answered, her voice heavy with passion. She shuddered as Rae's fingers slid deeper, her hips lifting in welcome. 

Rae slipped from beneath Tara, leaving her girlfriend lying on her back on the couch. Rae moved over Tara, tongue and lips moving against Tara's swollen stomach as her fingers curled into the waistband and began tugging the pants down. Tara helplessly lifted her hips, unable to do anything but give Rae full control. Rae's mouth followed Tara's pants. She pressed soft kisses to Tara's full hips, nuzzling her face in the peach curls on her mound. She blew softly on the slick line guarding her lover's opening and Tara cried out in surprise, lifting her hips in invitation.

Rae kissed the center of Tara's mound. She extended her tongue and moved it along the opening, sweeping up and down as Tara twisted in an effort to force Rae deeper. Rae took her time, keeping her distance and keeping control despite Tara's whimpering. "Please," Tara begged. "Oh, Rae, please."

At her pleading, Rae responded. She pushed her tongue deeper, still moving up and down, scooping the tangy moisture onto her tongue as her teeth scraped against Tara's sensitive outer lips. Her tongue explored in circles, each rotation smaller until she was making slow journeys around Tara's swollen nub. Tara's hips began jogging up and down, trying to force Rae's tongue to contact her clit.

Rae maintained the pace of her attack. She moved her tongue deeper, slipping it slowly into Tara's opening. She curled her tongue and she thrust to her lover's core, and then fattened it once deep inside. Tara grunted with her fingers tangled in Rae's hair. Rae's tongue began moving, wiggling up and down before she started driving it in and out. Her nose bumped Tara's button as she developed a steady, maddening rhythm. Tara moaned and whimpered as she thrashed beneath Rae's ministrations. 

Her responsive skin, tender from her pregnancy, had Tara cresting quickly. She arched and cried out softly, conscious of Will in the next room. Rae did not stop. Her tongue continued its maddening work, plunging deeper and deeper as she worked faster on pushing her lover to the top. She shrugged away as Tara's hands attempted to pull Rae up in an effort to reciprocate the pleasure.

Rae moved her tongue back to Tara's clit, rubbing against it rapidly, lapping hungrily as she pushed Tara higher. Tara's hands tore at Rae's hair and her nails scratched her lover's back as Rae continued her unrelentless pursuit. Tara collapsed as Rae's attack intensified, her muscles clenching tightly as she spiraled into sweet oblivion.

Rae smiled as she listened to Tara panting in an effort to recover. In the bliss that surrounded them, she couldn't allow herself to think about Tara ever changing her mind about her love. They were knit together as one. Rae couldn't imagine a world where that was not the absolute truth.



Home Again



At 21 years of age, Mark Bradford had been serving in the United States Navy aboard an aircraft carrier when he received word of his parent's tragic and untimely death. Mark had two sisters, Kathy, who was five years his senior, was married and living in New York. His younger sister Danielle, or "Danny" as he affectionately called her, was or rather had been living at home with their parents. Although still finishing her last year of high school, Danny had turned 18 just the week before. Mark remembered being fortunate enough to actually call and talk to her on her birthday. She'd been so excited, enthusiastic about being taken out to her favorite restaurant for dinner with their parents. It had been the last time he had spoken to her before the accident. Now, he could only imagine the sorrow and horror that his younger, "little" sister as he'd always called her; was going through.

Immediately granted emergency leave, Mark had already made arrangements to go home. A trip that would still take him the better part of two days to make. Luckily, his older sister Kathy had taken the earliest flight out from New York, arriving on the west coast where his parents had lived the following morning. It still meant that Danny had had to endure that incredible first night, lonely...and alone with no one there to comfort her.

It had been nearly two years since he'd last seen his older sister. She had made the trip from the east coast to the west to see him graduate from boot camp. It had been over a year before that when Kathy had married and moved with her new husband Frank to New York, where he'd been transferred. Mark had been fortunate enough to come home on leave for a week during the Christmas season the year previous, now nearly six months ago. It had been that long since he'd seen Danny, and the last time he would ever see either of his parents again.

The fact that it had turned into the worst month of his entire life was an understatement. He'd gotten one of those infamous "Dear John" letters from his high school sweetheart barely two weeks ago, something he had not even shared as yet with any of his family. Still carrying her good-bye letter with him in the pocket of his Navy pea coat, he fingered it, remembering the words she'd written him as she'd told him of her love for someone else. As shocking and as painful as that had been, it was nothing in comparison to the news of his parents death, nor of his immediate worried concern for his younger sister's welfare. With all that had happened, he let go of the wrinkled envelope, vowing not to mention to either one of his sisters that his future with Sharon wasn't going to become reality. Mark wondered briefly if Sharon would even bother coming to his parent's funeral. That thought immediately reminded him of everything that Danny must have initially gone through and had to deal with prior to his older sisters arrival.

Mark finally exited the departure gate after landing, looking hurriedly for his sisters, whom he knew would be waiting for him. They would not be so easy to spot, he was however... standing there searching for them in his finest Naval dress blue uniform.


"Mark! Mark!" he heard Danny, as it could be no other voice than hers, as she called out to him. Whenever she addressed him, she'd gotten into the habit of calling his name out twice. A point which he had often teased her about, telling her that she sounded like a hair-lipped dog barking at him.

"Danny! Kathy!" Mark answered back excitedly, spotting them as they stood just outside the barrier separating departing passengers from arriving ones. Pressing his way as politely as was possible, he finally reached his sisters, threw down his duffel bag and embraced them both. Almost immediately, as he stood hugging them, he realized how much both of them had changed in the reasonably short time since he'd seen either of them.

He'd expected a change, even anticipated it, upon first seeing his sister Kathy. After all, it had been nearly two years. But what he saw was even more drastic than anything he could have imagined. When he'd last seen her at his graduation, Kathy had worn her dishwater blonde shoulder length hair in the same style he'd remembered her wearing it all through high school. Now, she stood hugging him with hair nearly as short as his was, colored platinum blonde, almost pure white.

"Wow sis...your hair!" Mark said, stepping away from his older sister and taking his first really good look at her since their initial meeting. "New York has certainly had its influence on you," he stated mildly. But it wasn't just her hair that was different; she had a harder look to her face than he remembered seeing before. Perhaps it was the stress and trauma of recent events that had aged her slightly, hardened her looks and features. But not a topic that would go over very well should he comment on it now.

Danny, on the other hand, had changed very little. She still wore her hair long, styled with the same ponytail he'd always remembered her wearing. The only difference being that she had colored her own dirty-blonde hair so that it was now more of a strawberry blonde color, adding character, softening her features as opposed to hardening them like he saw in the eyes and face of his older sister Kathy. There was one more slightly noticeable difference too, a fact that he didn't dare comment on. Either Danny's breasts had decided to grow somewhat in less than a year's time, or she was enhancing their looks by the bra she was wearing. A point, much like Kathy's hardened features he wasn't about to bring up.

They hadn't even spoken of his parent's death. All that would come later, no doubt on the long drive home from the airport. For the moment, it was simply good to be standing there, hugging them, seeing them once again. He and Danny had always been close anyway. Closer in age to one another, Mark and Danny had often spent their time together while growing up, playing with one another, constantly getting into mischief. As Kathy had been their "older" sister, she had always been more distant, preferring to spend time with her friends, rather than any quality time with either of them the way they had. A fact, perhaps, that she had often resented, finding herself jealous of her brother and sister's close relationship.

Mark allowed himself the luxury of closing his eyes briefly as they drove home in near silence. The next few days would be at best hectic, as well as sad. There was a lot to do, but he didn't really want to think about that at the moment.

"Mom and Dad left your room exactly the way it was before you left." Kathy said reaching over, placing her hand affectionately on Mark's knee as he sat on the bench seat between his two sisters. He flinched, recovering immediately. The shock of having anyone touching him, even though it had been his own sister, reminded him how long it had been since he'd even been touched by a woman, intimately anyway.

He wasn't surprised by her comment, even after he'd hinted that he and Sharon might be getting married some day, his mother had left his room just the way it was, as though he would come home someday. And now he was, just not the way he'd intended.

Mark felt his sister's head leaning over to rest upon his shoulder. After everything she had been through, Danny was exhausted. Turning towards him a moment later to make herself even more comfortable, she snuggled herself up to him, quickly falling sound asleep. It felt good having her comforting herself on him the way that she was. It had been a long time since he'd spent any time with either one of his sisters, especially Danny. But it was in the very next instant that he realized something else too. Suddenly, those seemingly larger breasts of Danny's were pressed against him. The softness of her chest firmly wedged against his arm. No matter how he moved, even slightly, he could feel her touching him. Mark attempted to disentangle his arm, severing the forbidden sweet contact with his sister's tit. The maneuver simply making it worse, as he placed his arm around her shoulder. She in turn leaning against him even more comfortably, her breasts now firmly situated against his upper chest as she leaned into him. And it wasn't even this so much that alarmed or bothered Mark. It was the fact that, with one sister's hand still resting reassuringly on his leg, and the other, whose soft full breasts made themselves very well known as she lay against him,it had caused him to have an erection. One in which he had neither wanted, nor desired to have in the first place. And something which, he could do very little about in concealing as he sat there between them. Mark's only hope was in wearing the loose bellbottom's of his Navy blue uniform, which thankfully made room for his hard stiff erection. That fear however, came to fruition a moment later.

"She's exhausted." Kathy said looking over towards Danny who still sat with her head on Mark's shoulder, sound asleep. Mark felt Kathy remove her hand from his upper thigh briefly, taking that moment to try and reposition himself a little more comfortably, and a little less awkwardly. 

Kathy glanced back towards the road as she drove, reaching just as suddenly to reposition her hand, resting it back on Mark's thigh just as he turned into her. The shock of her hand coming down to rest directly atop of his erection sent alarms ringing inside his head. Turning to face her just as she in turn took her eyes off the road, glancing down almost automatically at her hand which had not as yet removed itself from the obvious. Mark saw his sister's eyes widen, lighting up with the confirmation and sudden discovery of his aroused manhood.

"Oh god Mark...I'm sorry!" Kathy said, yanking her hand back and away from him as she did. Mark saw the blush on his sister's face spreading like wild fire.

"No sis...it's me that's sorry. Sorry I'm wearing this damn uniform!" Mark exclaimed.

The fact of the matter was, his cock had managed to worm its way through the opening of his boxer shorts in the first place. And secondly, the soft cotton of his uniform actually caressing his prick as he moved, even in the slightest, had added to his dilemma. Not to mention Danny's breast nuzzling against his body.

Mark's explanation only served to confuse his bewildered sister further. "What? What's wrong with your uniform...and why would it...would it...do THAT?" she questioned, now blushing even more furiously than before.

Mark decided the only alternative he had to try and dig him self out of this mess was to be honest with her. "I guess because I've been at sea for three month's is part of it," he began. "I haven't even been around any women in the first place, and just because the two of you are my sister's, the fact that I can feel Danny's boob's pressed against me and your hand on my leg, it just sort of triggered an unexpected reaction," he announced. "Which was made worse when my...well, you know...when 'it' poked up through my boxers and has been sitting here pressed against the material of my uniform. There...is that enough of an explanation for you?" Mark finished slightly angry, but far more embarrassed in actually having had to tell her anything.

To make matters worse, Kathy laughed.

"What's so funny?"

Kathy quit laughing out loud, but she did find herself smiling widely when she responded.

"Nothing Mark, really. It's just after what all's happened, it's kind of nice being able to laugh for a moment, you know...sort of like taking a fresh breath of air. We're all going to be doing a hell of a lot of crying over the next few days, so a little humor...no matter how strange the subject might have been, is more than just a little bit welcome at the moment."

Kathy placed her hand once again on Mark's leg, but purposely watched ensuring that she placed it more mid-thigh than upper. The fact she did so at all was just one of his sister's ways of maintaining contact with him emotionally. Though he'd never been as close with Kathy as he had been with Danny, they did have their own personal memories together. On the rare few occasions when they had spent anytime alone, they had discussed just about anything and everything. Something that Mark had really appreciated being able to do with his sister while growing up. There wasn't anything she felt uncomfortable discussing with him, or telling him about, whenever he had asked her. Which had included his curiosity about the female anatomy. It had been Kathy's boobs, not Danny's that he'd first seen. To his surprise she'd been very open about allowing him to see hers, just to satisfy a simple curiosity. It had also been Kathy from whom he'd sought advice when considering having sex for the first time with his then girlfriend Sharon. Many had been the evening when they had sat sharing ice cream together while having one of these rare private discussions.

"You are planning on seeing Sharon while you're home yes?" Kathy asked. It was inevitable of course that she'd come up somewhere in the conversation.

"No, in fact. She wrote me...a couple of weeks ago. Seems she's found someone else," he said softly, speaking more to himself than he had been to his sister.

"Oh Mark...I'm sorry," Kathy told him. "And not that this will help much, but Frank and I haven't been doing all that well either."

Mark shot his sister a concerned look. "Anything wrong?" 

"Only that we're both starting to wonder if we made a horrible mistake," she said good-naturedly tossing him a reassuring smile.

"Sounds like we need one of our special evenings," Mark said, remembering past times. Kathy widened her smile, grinning. It was the smile he was used to seeing, taking the hardness out of her eyes momentarily. At least that explained the difference in her look, well at least a little anyway.

"Chocolate or vanilla?" she asked.

"A little of both I think," he responded, giving her the same answer he always had. The sound of her giggle from years back was refreshing. In some ways it was good to be home again.

#

It was late, very late by the time they arrived home. As Mark had expected, it was difficult entering the house, knowing full well that he would never see either one of his parents again. Danny however, was his focus of attention. Exhausted almost beyond sanity, he carried his sister in from the car and upstairs to her bedroom where Kathy joined him, helping to undress Danny, making her comfortable.

"Get her shoes and socks," Kathy told Mark after he had placed his sister down on her bed. He began unlacing them, watching as Kathy, much to his surprise, pulled Danny's tee shirt up and over her head. Though she was wearing a bra of course, and nothing remotely even sexy about it at that, it was still a little awkward for him when he saw his younger sisters bra-clad breasts suddenly revealed. Mark looked away purposely, but Kathy caught his sudden obvious reaction.

"What? You've never seen Danny's tits before?" Kathy teased. "I know you remember seeing mine," she added thoughtfully.

Mark laughed defensively. It was hard not to remember. "Yeah, but that was a long time ago, things change," he told her. "But no, in answer to your other question, I never have...no."

"You're kidding? I know for a fact that you and Danny played Dr. every once in a while," she told him candidly. "I even caught the two of you doing it once, though you never knew I did," she said, surprising him. 

"You....you watched us?" Mark said shame-facedly. Once again Kathy laughed, throwing her head back as she did and guffawing loudly. "Oh come on Mark, you can't possibly be embarrassed or ashamed by that. You were just kids, curiously discovering yourselves. Hell everybody does, or did that. Even I was curious at that age. I just didn't have any brothers and sisters at the time to explore things with. Which is why I was a little more self-adventurous, trying to snoop in on mom and dad every once in a while whenever I heard them doing it. Or for that matter...a girlfriend of mine who knew whenever her brother was in his bedroom jerking off. She used to call me. I'd race over to her house and we'd sneak into her bedroom closet. Believe it or not, they had a connecting closet the two of them had to share. She had her clothes on one side, his on the other. But what her brother never did figure out was, we'd sneak inside, and stand there watching him jerk off while he lay on his bed. That's basically where I got my first exposure to the male penis."

"Holy shit sis, I never knew," Mark said bluntly.

"Well, I also saw you doing it once,"she told him, removing Danny's Levi's.

Thankfully, she was wearing panties, or he'd been forced to get up and leave the room for sure. Mark had just finished removing Danny's other shoe and stocking when Kathy had dropped that particular bombshell on him.

"You're kidding me! You did? When?" he asked, as Kathy pulled the blanket up partially over their sleeping sister.

"I'll tell you in a second. Here...hold this up while I take off her bra," she said. Mark dutifully stood there holding the blanket up so he couldn't see anything while Kathy fumbled with the bra clasp. Seconds later, she tossed it over where it landed in a nearby chair. Mark settled the blanket down in place, comfortably covering his sister.

"Come on, lets go dish up our ice-cream, we can finish up our conversation after we do that."

Mark followed his older sister back down stairs into the kitchen area where she immediately produced two cartons of ice cream from the freezer. One chocolate, the other vanilla.

"I kind of hoped we'd have a chance to do this again," she told him. "But I bought strawberry too. Just in case Danny wanted to join us one evening," she added thoughtfully. "Anyway...I was saying?" she asked, acting as though she had forgotten what she'd been about to tell him.

"You were saying, that you once caught me."

"Oh yeah...jerking off," she finished for him. "Yes...I did. Remember that summer we'd all gone up to the lake? That was the first summer that mom and dad let you invite someone to go with us," she said, reminding him.

"Oh yeah, I do remember. That was the year Sharon came with us," he said wistfully.

"Ah huh, that's the one." Kathy said, dishing out two large bowls of mixed chocolate and vanilla, handing him one. "I remember how the two of you kept looking at one another every time you thought no one else was looking. But I was. I think I had a sixth sense that the two of you were up to something. As it turned out, I wasn't too far off, though I realized later especially after our talk that the two of you hadn't done anything yet."

Mark was smiling as he remembered that day. "Sharon wanted to go up to the lake for a swim," he said remembering. "We told mom and dad we were going for a hike, but ended up going skinny-dipping instead."

"Figured you had. But I also knew later, much later in fact that nothing much must have happened. That's when I saw you sneaking off by yourself into the woods. I thought that was curious as Sharon was still sitting in camp, and you didn't go anywhere's near the outhouse's up there. I followed you, without your knowing of course, and came up behind you as you stood by a nearby tree, masturbating. You really must have been pretty horny to want to run off and do it that badly."

"So...you stood there and watched me jerking off, huh?" 

Kathy smiled around her spoon of ice cream looking at him. "Yep...sure did little brother."

"Well I guess that's only fair then." he said leaving the statement open.

"What do you mean?" Kathy asked, now more than just a little bit curious.

"Oh...nothing."

"Nothing my ass!" she said menacingly, threatening to flip him with a spoon full of her ice cream. "Tell me, or you'll end up wearing this all over that beautiful uniform!" she warned.




Home Again



"Ok...ok, stand down." He said giving into her threat. "I didn't exactly see you masturbating," he began.

"Ah huh...just as I thought. I was always too careful doing it to let either you or Danny catch me at it," she said smugly, but candidly, interrupting him.

"But I did see that one boy....ah, Sheldon, Shannon...whatever the hell his name was anyway..."

"Sherman?" Kathy stammered, surprised.

"Yeah! That's it! Sherman! Anyway, I came home late from football practice. I knew mom and dad were out for the evening, and saw Sherman's car sitting in the driveway. I didn't think too much about it cause he was over most of the time anyway. But that's when I heard the two of you talking around back of the house. It was dark, so I snuck around the side of the yard hiding in the lilac bushes where I knew you'd never see me. And there the two of you were, sitting on that old sofa behind the house. You. playing with Sherm's dick, and he, well he had his hand down between your legs." 

"God...I'd almost forgotten about that," Kathy admitted. She burst into laughter a moment later. "I didn't know it at the time either, after all I really didn't have much to compare it to, until I saw you by that tree, anyway. But he had about the smallest cock I've ever seen. But like I said, at the time it was the only one I'd seen, or even touched for that matter. In comparison with yours, he looked like an eight year old kid!"

Mark was once again embarrassed. The fact that his sister was obviously envisioning the size of his prick in comparison to Sherman's was a little unnerving. Especially when he felt his cock twitch reminding him of that fact.

"Well, listen sis, it's getting late and I really need to take a shower before turning in. Maybe we'd better table this discussion for another time," he suggested, begging off before things got too carried away. Kathy glanced down towards his crotch for some reason, unexpectedly. Perhaps she'd just realized she had been remembering what his penis had looked like, or perhaps she'd remembered the incident in the car driving home. Whatever the reason was...she looked. And when she did, she saw the front of his bell-bottoms was bulging out once again.

"Maybe you'd better," she said grinning. "And make it a cold shower."

Even with a raging hard-on, Mark leaned over kissing his sister on the cheek. "Maybe you should too!" he said, winking at her teasingly.

"Nah...I like masturbating," she responded throwing him a look that said she was half serious. "Helps me to relax, helps me sleep," she said turning, walking away before he could say anything further. "Good night Mark," Kathy said without turning around to look at him as she headed down the hallway towards her bedroom.

"Good night, sis," Mark replied, slipping his hand down the front of his pants readjusting himself. "Fucking uniform," he added silently.

#

The shower felt good. Mark didn't exactly take a cold one, but as he stood beneath the lukewarm water, he thought back on the intimate conversation he had had with his sister. The fact that he'd found it arousing didn't bother him nearly as much as when he found himself day dreaming about so simple an act as watching Kathy removing Danny's clothing. He hadn't really seen anything either, aside from seeing Danny in nothing more than her bra and panties, but even that image caused him to immediately become erect.

"Get a grip Mark," he chastised himself silently. "She's your sister!"

Before he was tempted into doing anything about his rapidly hardening penis, Mark turned off the shower, stepping out and immediately toweling off prior to going to bed.

He turned off the light next to his bed stand slipping in between the cool crisp sheets. In a way, it was nice being home again, though he wished it had been under better circumstances. Mark had always slept naked his entire life, except on board ship where he'd always worn his boxers at least. A fact that hadn't allowed him to sleep as soundly or as comfortably as he would have preferred. Just the feel of the sheets clinging to his body felt good. Already aroused anyway, Mark reached down clasping his prick. He hadn't masturbated in months. Something you simply didn't do, or couldn't do, aboard ship. As he lay in the darkness slowly fondling himself, he fought the images that came to him, the vision of his younger sister, memories of watching Kathy and Sherman in the backyard. Mark had masturbated simply for release, stress relief as he'd called it without necessarily entertaining fantasies. He began concentrating simply on the sensations, trying to ignore the forbidden thoughts that kept trying to push their way through his emotional defenses. Concentrating as hard as he was, he barely heard the sound of his bedroom door opening, would have ignored it completely in fact as just another fantasy trying to push through, had he not then heard the sound of his younger sister's voice.

"Mark...Mark. Are you asleep?" he heard Danny calling out to him.

"Danny?" Mark froze, his hand still firmly placed around the shaft of his firm, thick cock. He was suddenly grateful for the darkness and for the sheets that protectively covered him.

Standing in the doorway of his bedroom he could just make out the faint silhouette as she stood there in the gray darkness. "Are you ok? Is anything wrong?" he asked sitting up.

"I can't sleep. Woke up...bad dreams," she almost stuttered. "Don't want to be alone anymore," she managed to say finally. "Can I come in and sleep with you?" she asked.

Her request wasn't really out of the norm. They had in fact slept in the same bed together in times past. Danny had never gone to Kathy with that request, the bond between Mark and his sister that much closer than hers with Kathy.

"I'm naked," he said warningly, very much aware of his hardened cock which he only then took his hand off of.

"So am I," Danny said, stepping into his room, immediately running over towards his bed, jumping in before he could say another word to her about it.

"Danny, I'm not sure this is a very good idea," he told her as she slipped in beside him,  moving over to press her flesh against his, cuddling.

"Why? You afraid something might happen?" she asked teasingly.

Mark wanted to scream out the word "YES"! Yes...he was afraid, afraid because of all the thoughts that had been swimming around inside his head. Yes, because of the images of his sisters. And yes, because he'd had this fantasy before, Danny coming to him in the night...naked.

"No," he answered simply. "But it's been a while since we've, since we've done this. We're both grown now...you've changed, I've..."

The sound of his sister's soft snoring told him that his words had fallen on deaf ears. Even so, Mark tried to place a little more distance between them, edging away so that the searing heat of his sisters soft body wasn't pressing so directly against his own. In her sleep however, she sought him out, moving even closer against him, if that were possible. Once again the direct contact, this time in the flesh, of her firm pointed breast resting comfortably against his ribcage while his tormented cock throbbed painfully.

Mark placed his hand around his sister's shoulder. She snuggled, settling in comfortably within his arms embrace. His needs, wants, desires, still bubbling hotly just below the surface. But it was his sister's needs that were more important now, far more important and necessary than his own. There would be another time for self-satisfaction, certainly not now...not holding on to his naked sister the way he was. Mark finally closed his eyes, listening to the soft gentle sounds of his sister's easy sleep, eventually drifting off as he did.

#

Mark dreamed. In his dream, the sensation of touching, being touched was very real. He was only vaguely aware of a presence, indistinguishable as to who it was, or even where he was. But it was unimportant. Only the excitement, building, escalating in a slow procession of sensations that fired every nerve ending within his body like water droplets dancing on a hot skillet. It had been a long time, a very long time since he had touched a woman, let alone touched a woman's breast in the way he was doing now. 

In his mind, Mark could see the beautifully sculptured breast, soft...alluring. A gorgeous pink-capped nipple decorating it, hard stiff nubbins of sensitive flesh that he rolled gently between his fingers. The tender soft mewlings, the woman he held telling him of her pleasures, begging him for more, capitulating, surrendering to his caress. He felt her hand guiding him. In his dream, he followed. Walking momentarily behind her when she stopped, pulling his hand down between her legs. Mark felt the liquid silk of her sex as she guided his fingers inside her, holding his hand, placing it atop her mound, holding it in place. He probed her inner reachings, marveling at the heat, warmth, and depth of her hidden secrets. Even the fragrance of her passions stirred the sensations of smell, inflaming his desire for her even more than he'd already been experiencing.

Mark felt the touch of her tiny small hand encompass him. Shivers of unbridled pleasure searing his manhood, reawakening the burning embers that had lain smoldering nearly forgotten. All of which now burst alive with renewed flame, hunger and need. But it wasn't his need...his desire to be quenched here. It was hers. A hunger far greater than his own. Mark quickened the caress of his softly stroking fingers, delighted in the sudden unexpected, yet welcomed passion that greeted him. Succumbing to him, vulnerable, submissive, totally trusting, he pleasured her, listening to the sound of her climax as she came for him, knowing that she was once again safe.

"Oh Mark...Mark." He heard his name being called as though from out of a rolling fog, somewhere off in the distance, she called to him again. "Mark...Mark."

"Danny?" Mark called out seeking the direction, the sound of her voice, wondering where in the shrouded murkiness she stood, seeking him, wondering where she was.

"I'm here Danny...I'm right here for you," he heard himself saying. He sensed her acceptance, felt the assurance somehow through the fog, that she had found him, found her comfort from his presence, even though he as yet could not see her.

"I always knew you would be," he heard the whisper of her voice carry off through the night. "I always knew you would be there for me."

#

It was the smell of fresh roasted coffee that awoke him. Mark dreamt, rather imagined seeing a steaming mug of coffee sitting on the kitchen table. It seemed so real, smelled so wonderfully delicious. His eyes popped open immediately. He remembered another dream too. He looked quickly over to the side. Danny was gone. He didn't remember her leaving, or when it could have been that she had left. "Was that a dream? Or just my imagination?" Mark wondered aloud to himself. "Had to have been a dream," he decided finally. "But damn...it sure seemed real," he said, standing up out of bed. "Shit!" he added just as quickly, remembering that he had left his duffle bag sitting outside in the trunk of the car. He had nothing to wear at the moment except for his dress blues, and he wasn't about to put those on just to walk down the hall to the bathroom. He'd taken most of his civilian clothes with him, those he had room for, of course. And the rest he had either given away or had thrown out. Mark put his boxers on once again, along with his white tee shirt. "Guess this will have to do until I can get my bag," he thought to himself, heading out the door of his bedroom down the hall to the bath in order to pee.

When he arrived at the bathroom, the door was closed. The sound of the running water met his ear as he stood there listening. Knocking, he called through the door. "Danny? Kathy? How long you going to be in there? I've really gotta pee!" he questioned anxiously.

"So come in and pee!" Danny shot back at him. "The doors not locked, just don't flush until after I get out," she told him sternly.

Once again it was another old memory. He'd peed in front of his sister's before, both of them in fact. But it had been a few years. "Sorry sis," Mark said coming into the bathroom, lifting the lid on the toilet seat. "But I really had to go." He heard Danny's laugh coming through the other side of the shower curtain.

"After last night you're worried about peeing in front of me?" she questioned. Mark had just begun to piss when she'd said that. Suddenly he stopped mid-stream, almost pissing on his own foot as he did, reaching for; and then grabbing the shower curtain before he'd even realized what he was doing.

"What did you mean by that?" he asked, yanking the curtain back partially. There stood his sister in all her glory. Surprisingly however, she didn't even flinch or attempt to cover herself when he pulled the curtain back.

"What's gotten in to you all of a sudden?" Danny shot back, continuing to rinse the soap out of her hair as though it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing in front of him. "I was referring to the fact that we slept in the same bed together...naked," she added, smiling at him. "Now...you coming in? If not...shut the curtain. You're letting in all the cold air."

Stunned by her sudden openness, Mark quickly closed the curtain. The image of his sisters full perky breasts permanently seared into his minds eye. Not to mention the thin neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair nestled between her legs. He turned, seeing the lid, closing it...flushing the toilet at nearly the same time.

"Mark! Mark! Damn you! I'll get you for that!" she screamed out in sudden agony. Closing the door to the bathroom, Marked headed downstairs towards the smell of the coffee. Even then, the refreshed image of his sister showering, that...and the strange dream he had had last night left him horny as well as frustrated, but also confused.

Seeing Kathy didn't help things much either.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Kathy said as he entered the kitchen. She'd already poured him a cup of coffee. It was sitting on the table waiting for him almost identical to the way he'd seen it in his dream earlier.

"Morning," he offered back, sitting down. Kathy was standing at the stove scrambling eggs, making bacon. He'd noticed almost immediately upon entering the kitchen that all she was wearing was a long sleeved men's dress shirt. The shirttail was long enough to just barely cover her ass. But from the glimpse he'd seen of her already, it was highly unlikely she was wearing anything, unless she was into those really skimpy thongs that had become so popular.

As he sat there looking at her from behind, he still couldn't get over how different she looked with her short bright white hair. It was as though she were a stranger rather than his sister standing in the kitchen half naked. He felt his cock twitch in sudden interest.

"Fucking boxers," he thought to himself silently.

"Eggs? Bacon?" Kathy asked as she filled a plate for him even before he'd answered.

"Please...thanks," Mark said, looking at her as she turned. Kathy took a few steps towards him, setting down the plate in front of him. As she did, the shirt she was wearing parted. For whatever reason the top three buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a considerable amount of her soft sloping breasts as she bent over.

"I noticed Danny wasn't in her bedroom this morning when I got up," she said curiously. "I thought I'd check in on her," she added unnecessarily, with a slight edge to her voice as she spoke. If Mark didn't know better, he'd have thought his sister sounded jealous. More than likely however, it was simply the stress catching up to her from the past few days.

"Yeah...she came in to sleep with me sometime last night," he offered by way of explanation. "I think she was having bad dreams." The mention of that immediately triggering images of what he himself had dreamt last night. His prick stiffened even more as he remembered the softness of the breast he had caressed, and the silkiness of the split he had fingered so enjoyably. Then another image came to him, one that was unexpected...shocking. In his dream, he realized it had been Danny's pussy he'd been petting. His prick twitched once again threatening to worm it's way free through the opening of his boxer shorts. Looking down to ensure that it hadn't, he inadvertently knocked over his coffee, spilling it on the table down into his lap. Mark stood up in a millisecond, his reflexes taking over to keep himself from getting burned.

Kathy reacted nearly as quickly. Grabbing the washcloth from the sink, she ran cold water on it, soaking it thoroughly, then ran over to where Mark was standing. By this time Mark was looking down examining himself. His semi-hard cock had indeed fallen out through the opening of his boxers. But in the excitement and concern of keeping himself from being seriously burned, he wasn't as concerned about that as he was in pulling his soaked, still steaming shorts away from direct contact with his skin. When Kathy reached his side, she immediately covered his prick with the cloth ensuring that whatever coffee had spilled on him was being taken care of first.

"Did it burn you?" she asked worriedly.

"I don't think so...No!" Mark mumbled still dazed, then overreacting as he tore his cock away from his sister's hand in turning violently. 

"You are burned aren't you?" She asked worriedly, once again placing the wet washcloth on his now very exposed penis. But it wasn't the hot coffee spilling down in his lap that had him confused or disoriented. It was the touch of his sister's hand even if it was through the washcloth that had him befuddled. Standing before him, she continued to wipe away the supposedly burning coffee from his tender shaft.

"Take these off," she told him. Mark felt like a little boy suddenly. Kathy's tone was mothering, forceful. And he obeyed.

"Let's take a better look," she said, motioning for him to sit back down in the chair. Discarding the washcloth now, she actually placed her hand on his member, moving it off to one side to survey the slightly reddened patch of skin just inside his upper thigh. "Boy...were you lucky," she said, continuing to move his penis from side to side checking carefully for any signs of serious burning.

Mark had realized already that he hadn't been burned all that badly. But for some reason, the attention Kathy was administering to him felt nice...comforting in it's own way, so he allowed her to continue her examination of him, using that as an excuse in his own mind to justify his sister's fondling of his semi-erect shaft.

"Isn't it a little early to be playing doctor?" 

As one, both Mark as well as Kathy turned to face towards Danny as she stood just inside the doorway to the kitchen. Fresh from the shower, her long hair was still wrapped up in a towel atop her head. She wore a long floor length white terry cloth robe, the front of which still separated sufficiently to reveal that she was in all likelihood naked beneath it. Mark's prick twitched once again as though having a mind of it's own, acknowledging with interest the bare flesh barely hidden behind the garment she was wearing.

Worse...Kathy had felt his prick throb in her hand as she held it, turning her attention once again back to the organ she was holding.

"He spilled coffee in his lap," Kathy said suddenly, as though needing an excuse to remain as she was, Mark's cock still palmed in her hand.

"Oh really?" Danny responded.

It was the tone of Danny's voice that now surprised Mark. It hadn't been one of worried concern as he might have thought it should be. But hinted instead at jealousy, the same tone he had heard whenever Sharon had gotten jealous by his simple glance at some woman they had passed by on the sidewalk. The same tone he had heard Kathy use earlier.




Home Again



"Let me see," Danny said, crossing over towards them, fully intent on examining him herself.

"See? He did burn it!" Kathy told her sister as though needing to prove to her she'd not been actually playing with it instead.

Once again Mark felt much like a young boy rather than the grown man that he was as Danny reached his side, leaning over to peer down at the reddened spot Kathy pointed out to her.

"I don't think it's too bad...but maybe you should run back to the bathroom and get that tube of burn cream," she told her. Leaning over to inspect the now fading reddening, Mark glanced up, seeing Danny's robe parting completely, exposing both of her breasts entirely as she bent over looking at him. His cock lurched once again, hardening. Kathy released him, feeling it suddenly thickening in her hand.

"Actually...I think it looks just fine," Danny said in a soft voice, with just a hint of a giggle behind it. Very much aware of his very obvious arousal, Mark took back control of his own senses.

"I'm fine...really,"he said standing up. "Give me that towel to cover myself with, sis." He reached up, grabbing it in an effort to have something to cover his now very aroused state. Danny, caught off guard by Mark's unexpected reaction, flinched away from him.  Involuntarily reacting to his over-reaction, if you could call it that. He'd managed to snag a portion of it however, yanking one way, as Danny defensively pulled away from him in the opposite direction. In doing so, her robe parted completely, revealing the fact that she was entirely nude beneath the robe. Laughing now, she squealed delightedly, running from the room with Mark in hot pursuit as she taunted him.

"Marks got a boner! Marks got a boner!" she chanted as she ran.

Mark caught her half way through the front room just managing to grab a portion of her wildly flapping robe as she ran. It came away in his hands, simultaneously tripping Danny up as she felt it pull away from her, tumbling her down onto the couch as she looked for a softer place than the floor to land on. Discarding the robe, Mark was on top of her, immediately pinning her down.

"Help me Kathy!" Danny continued squealing. "He's pinned me!" Kathy had chased them both into the room, not so much as a part of this children's play, as she was watching it. She was more surprised that she was witnessing this almost innocent wrestling struggle that the two of them had participated in doing so often...yet so many years ago. Now they fought wrestling, just as though they were those same kids again, regardless of the fact that they were doing so naked...or nearly so in Mark's case.

"Kathy...Kathy! Help me!" Danny shouted out once again as Mark pinned her arms up over her head. "Mark's got a boner...Mark's got a..."

With both of his sister's arms pinned, he couldn't risk freeing one of them to use in silencing her. Without thinking, using the only other means available to him, Mark leaned over kissing her, intending his unexpected kiss to surprise her, silence her, effectively shutting her up. And for a second, it did. Until Kathy suddenly came out of nowhere, wrapping her arms around his upper chest beneath his arms yanking backwards as she did.

The unexpected attack from behind took Mark totally by surprise. Having concentrated all his efforts in pinning Danny, it was relatively easy for her to dislodge one of his arms away from her sister. As strong as he was however, Mark immediately recovered, reaching back with one hand to flay away wildly at Kathy all the while continuing to keep his other sister partially pinned with his other arm. As he did, grabbing onto a portion of Kathy's shirt, he pulled. The sound of her shirt ripping, followed by the just as obvious sound of button's popping, one even landing to "clink" against a nearby table lamp, told her that he'd all but ruined her shirt.

"That was my favorite shirt!" Kathy cried out in obvious determination to get back at him now. "Tickle him, Danny!" she screamed, remembering just how much Mark hated being tickled in fact.

"No!" Mark cried out, now desperate to disentangle himself from between his two sisters as they fought in unison. Pressing him down onto his back as Danny finally got enough leverage to sit up while Kathy in turn continued leaning back, pulling him down with her, Mark had no choice but to throw his weight off to one side as he did. In doing so, he felt Kathy finally give up trying to hold him. Kathy's only option was in reaching out in an attempt to break her fall as they tumbled from the couch onto the floor. Mark felt first his shoulder hit the floor, then Kathy as she tumbled forwards across him. In the next instant Danny was down atop of them both, effectively pinning his legs by sitting on them, reaching up to immediately begin tickling the too sensitive flesh on either side of his ribcage. 

"Please don't...don't!" Mark cried out giggling, almost painfully so.

"Pin his shoulders! Pin his shoulders!" Danny warned her sister, urging her to continue their frantic struggle with their brother. Situated as she was across him, it was easier for Kathy to back up rather than give up her advantage of weight as she lay against him. As she did however, Mark looked up just in time to stare directly into his sister's cunt. Instinctively...defensively taking that moment to surprise her, shocking her perhaps without even realizing the implications of what he was doing. Intending to do nothing more than nip at her with his mouth, he lunged at her just as she settled back down against him, effectively helping along his efforts as his mouth came into immediate and direct contact with her pussy. Rather than simply nipping her as he'd intended, he instead gathered in her outer labia between his teeth, though without actually hurting her, but effectively holding his shocked, more than a little surprised sister at bay.

"I'll bite!" Mark warned somehow expressing himself without releasing his sister's sex as he spoke.

"You wouldn't dare!" Kathy exclaimed, surprise... awe etched in her tone of voice that her brother had actually clamped down on her the way he had, but she sat unmoving above him anyway.

Only now was Danny becoming aware of this new form of "hold" that Mark was suddenly using on her sister, keeping her effectively overcome. Seeing what was now happening, Danny found herself both aroused as well as a little stunned by what she was actually seeing.

"He wouldn't dare bite!" Danny offered placing herself down on the ground to see if Mark really did indeed have a mouth lock on her sisters exposed cunt.

"Damn right he won't!" Kathy shot back. She leaned over clamping her own mouth around Mark's very erect penis...now holding him in a light teeth clench in much the same way he was using on her.

The feel of his sister's lips suddenly surround his cock shocked and surprised him. But even then he didn't take it as a sexual act meant to stimulate or pleasure him, but as a counter to his own bizzare attempt at fighting back.

"I mean it!" Mark threatened once again through tightly clenched, pussy muffled words as he spoke them.

"As do I," Kathy shot back mumbling nearly as incoherently as he had when she spoke with Mark's prick well inside her mouth now.

Seeing the obvious standoff, Mark decided to switch tactics, perhaps shocking and surprising his sister even more. Releasing her pussy momentarily, he felt Kathy's mouth relax her own grip from around his penis. When she did, he stabbed his tongue fiercely and forcefully against Kathy's cunt locating her extended, exposed clitoris almost at once. He fully expected this onslaught to so startle her that she would do whatever was necessary to release him, simultaneously escaping from him when she did. To his own shock however, though he felt her surprised flinch, she sucked him instead...just as strong and as forcefully as he'd tongue fucked her clit.

Mark fought back in the only way that he could now, gathering in Kathy's clit between his lips...sucking it just as firmly as he now felt his sister beginning to do to his prick.

"I swear Kathy, I'll fucking make you cum and embarrass the shit out of you," he said challengingly.

"You'll have to do better than that then," she challenged back, so caught up in the unusual game now that she wasn't even remotely considering the obvious implications of what either of them were actually doing. Kathy repositioned her own mouth over the head of Mark's cock, drawing it in, sucking it, holding it there and flicking it with her tongue. "You'll cum before I do," she mouthed around him teasingly.

No one was more stunned by what was actually taking place than was Danny, however. Watching her brother and sister locked in a weirdly erotic game of '69' with one another had at first glance almost repulsed her. As it became quickly evident that neither of them was about to give in however, it became something far more to her...something she struggled with initially. It became erotic...so much so that her own arousal began pooling in satiny slick lubrications between her legs.

Kathy continued sucking her brother's cock. All thought of the rightness or wrongness of it fleeing before her like a fire gone wild, out of control. Glancing sideways towards Danny where she was vaguely aware of her presence, she caught sight of her sister just as Danny placed her hand down between her now parted legs, watched as she lay there beside them fingering herself unabashedly, unashamedly. The effects of which caused a sudden torrent of fresh lubrication to spill from her cunt effectively bathing her brother's face. The sight of her own sister now fingering her cunt, running the tips of two fingers back and forth against her exposed clit was maddeningly erotic.

Mark felt the fresh fluid of his sister's cunt suddenly escaping her. She began humping herself against him now, no longer struggling not to cum, but obviously now wanting to. Acutely aware that what was now taking place had gone far beyond normal, he was too aroused, too driven with lust to accept the consequences of what they'd begun doing. Mark's cock reminding him simultaneously just how long it had been since he had even had an orgasm in the first place. Added to all this, he could hear the deliciously naughty cunt sucking sounds of Danny's liquefied pussy as she lay beside them, masturbating, watching the two of them as they now purposely, and openly strove towards pleasuring one another.

Licking his sister's split was like eating candy. In combination with that, laying there as he did, listening to the sounds of Danny's masturbation, the sweet juicy-slick sounds as her fingerings produced more and more of that succulent sounding female nectar, brought him to the very brink. 

"Oh Mark...Mark. Make her cum! Make her cum!" Danny urged sensually as she watched. Furiously, wildly, she fingered herself. Mark continued to listen to the erotic nasty sounding pummeling, as Danny continued to finger-fuck her pussy. Unbridled passion, want, need urged her to indulge in the most vocal of ways. Uninhibitedly, she played with herself, reveling in the sounds that her quim made as her juices continued to flow, as she in turn delighted in the obscene noises that she created while fingering her cunt, continuing to express her feelings in ways that Mark would have never imagined hearing from his "little" sister.

"Suck her cunt Mark! Suck it...suck it...SUCK IT!"

Where Kathy wouldn't, or couldn't express herself as vocally as Danny, she more than made up for in her indications of physical response. Mark felt it by the way she literally attacked his prick with her mouth. He felt it by the way she mashed her pussy against his face, grinding herself against him, quivering, throbbing intensely while she did. And he felt it by the way her pussy continued to flow, her sweet honey butter cream bathing his face in an almost continuous rich, creamy cascade of pure heavenly sweetness.

All of this of course had simply hastened his impending climax. Mark felt his balls tighten, aided by the fact that Kathy now cupped them in the palm of one hand while rapidly stroking the length of his shaft with the other. Her mouth meanwhile continued to suck him like a vacuum, knobbing the head of his prick gloriously, devouring the sensitive head of his cock as though it were cotton candy.

Far too close to warn her, far too gone to even care, Mark felt his intense eruption finally begin.

Even when he had been with Sharon and she had performed one of her rare reciprocations upon him orally, she'd never allowed him the pleasure or experience of knowing...feeling what it was like to actually cum in a woman's mouth. Now, knowing with a great deal of certainty that his sister was very much aware of what was happening, about to happen anyway, and that it would take his own sister to allow him to experience this extreme pleasure.

Mark felt the first powerful jettison of his spunk scream from the shaft of his prick in a violent burst, filling his sisters mouth. Kathy relaxed rather than tensing, taking him in even deeper. Explosion after gut wrenching ball-busting explosion continued to pour from his prick, Kathy...lovingly, wonderfully...even excitedly taking it all.

As intense has his orgasm was, hearing Danny enter into the throes of her own orgasmic release simply enhanced the unbelievable sensations he was swimming in. Danny's low almost growling deep-throated moan of ecstasy sent a second wave of delightful cock-throbbing spasms coursing through him. Kathy's velveteen mouth continuing to drain him of every last ounce of his seed, her tongue playfully dancing upon his spent shaft while her hand continued to slow-strokingly milk him of every last precious drop of his spending.

Mark had momentarily and quite understandably so...quit pleasuring his sister's liquefied quim. Once his orgasm had subsided sufficiently however, he assaulted her pussy with a vengeance. Sitting up slightly, almost smothering him in the process, Kathy sat back as Mark located her hard little nubbin of flesh. Drawing it inside of his mouth, he sucked it quickly, yet tenderly. He could feel Kathy's response as she had maintained a grip on his slowly deflating prick. As he manipulated her clitoris in uniquely differing ways, he felt the sensation of her hand upon his cock like a pulse. She caressed him absentmindedly, squeezing at times, holding still during others. But from this...by this, Mark knew exactly when her orgasm finally claimed her. That...and the unexpectedly delightful spray of her cunt as she gushed, nearly drowning him in the process.

Kathy finally collapsed rolling off of Mark. When she did, he saw Danny still lying on the floor anxiously looking at him. He smiled. It was an embarrassed smile...awkward. After all, they had just broken about every rule in the book. Mark struggled with the words, finding he could say nothing as he continued staring into his sister's eyes.

"It wasn't a dream...was it?" she asked. It took Mark a moment to realize what she was referring to.

"No. I thought it was too. But it wasn't, was it?" he questioned her back. 

"It seemed like it. Maybe I knew it wasn't really...but I'm not sure I was ready to accept it for being anything else but a dream," she told him.

"And now?"

"Now...all I know is...I want to experience with you what Kathy did," she said honestly.

Kathy was just coming around herself at this point. "I think we all have a lot to talk about and discuss," she said sitting up, resting against the couch. "But we need to get through this day first,." she said, reminding them that their parent's funeral was later that afternoon.

"We've all been through a bit of emotional stress. I think maybe we just let some of that out, which caught us all a little off guard. I think that none of us should attempt to talk about this further until after we've all had a chance to think about it...rationally. Especially after we get through today."

"Perhaps this evening then. Over ice cream," Mark suggested.

"Chocolate or vanilla?" Kathy asked smiling, letting the sudden build up of tension ease.

"A little of both I think," Mark replied.

"How can the two of you think about ice cream?" Danny asked. "I can't even imagine being hungry later."

Mark and Kathy shared a knowing look. For the moment, he felt closer to his older sister than he had ever been.

#

It was late by the time they had finally arrived home. Mark didn't realize how many friends their parents had known. The service had gone as he'd expected, tons of tears along with a few heart-felt laughs as friends shared intimate personal stories about their parents.

"I think we should save the ice cream for another night," Mark suggested. Kathy agreed indicating to him that she was more tired than she'd initially thought. 

"Well...I'm going to call it a night." Kathy said standing up. "And I think it will do us all a bit of good to get a good nights sleep while we're at it. We've got a lot of things to go over and discuss regarding the estate."

"Not to mention what happened this morning," Danny said, stating the obvious. Mark could only nod his head in agreement.

"Well...goodnight then," Kathy said, turning around heading towards her bedroom.

"Night Kath," Danny said softly. 

"Well Danny, I think it's time for me to turn in as well. I've about had it with this monkey suit, too," he stated, referring to his uniform.

"I thought you liked wearing it," she said.

"Oh...don't get me wrong, I do. It's not that really. It's just that after being in it all day, I'm looking forward to making myself a little more comfortable, is all."

"Me too," Danny said grinning. "I'll hurry up and get undressed," she added. "See you in a few." Turning to leave, Mark reached out grabbing her arm, stopping her.

"Danny...we can't, not tonight anyway, and not until we've both had a chance to think about things...ok?"

"I wasn't intending for anything to happen Mark. I'm tired too. But I don't want to sleep by myself just yet either. So...do you think you can put up with your younger, "little" sister for one more night...at least?" she asked openly.

Mark felt a little guilty assuming that Danny had meant things otherwise. "Sure sis...I just didn't want you thinking I was only out to," Danny shushed him by putting the tip of her finger against his lips.

"Save it for another time," she told him. "Right now, all I want to do is sleep." Mark followed Danny upstairs to their rooms where they quickly took turns using the bathroom in preparation for bed. By the time he was finished, Danny was already in bed waiting for him. Though he knew her to sleep naked, just as he'd done most of his adult life, he saw that she was wearing one of his white navy tee shirts as sleeping attire.

"Hope you don't mind my using this to sleep in," she told him. "Thought it might be easier...for both of us." Taking the hint, Mark crawled into bed, leaving his boxers on. Seconds later he turned out the light, felt Danny quickly move over snuggling up against him.

"Sweet dreams Danny," he said, softly stroking her hair.

#

Mark dreamed. At first, seeing Sharon. He'd not seen her at the funeral, hadn't expected to really. As far as he knew, she was off somewhere on her honeymoon. Yet...he saw her as though in the distance, waving at him laughing running away from him as she did. He felt like he needed to say something to her, he wasn't angry with her really, but the emotion of what he felt was fleeting. He found he was holding onto some sort of an envelope, and oddly, he knew all his feelings and emotions were written down on the paper inside. He took it out to examine it.

"Give it to me," Danny told him, standing now where he'd last seen Sharon. Instead of running however, as Sharon had done, she came towards him, slowly at first, her steps quickening. Yet he heard her speak to him as though standing beside him.




Home Again



"Give it to me Mark," she asked once again, holding out her hand for the envelope. Suddenly she was by his side. He looked at it one more time before handing it to her. Surprised to find himself relieved as he did.

The simple touch of his sister's hand as she clasped the envelope was like touching her flesh. Suddenly, it was flesh. Danny moved against him and in an instant his clothes, as well as hers were gone. Her soft supple skin was warm, reassuring as he embraced her. He felt her nuzzle his neck contentedly, purring sweetly almost like a kitten. Which in some ways, she was. 

"Give it to me Mark," she asked again. He was confused now. "He already had...hadn't he?" He wondered.

He felt Danny's small hand fumbling beneath his boxers seeking him out. "Please Mark...Please," she asked again. "I need you...don't tell me no...don't make me go away." 

He saw Sharon briefly, running towards him now...shock, anger...perhaps even jealousy struggling with the ring on her finger, vainly...desperately trying to take it off. Calling out to him over and over again. "No Mark...NO!" she wailed.

But it was the feel of Danny's hand affectionately stroking him that caused Sharon's image to suddenly blur, evaporating away like sunshine cutting the morning mist. Sweetness greeted him, arousal began to stir him as he hardened for her, accepting...wanting.

"Yes Danny...yes!" he moaned. Her lips encompassed him now, the gentle teasing play of her tongue upon his rigid hardness, rough, yet gentle as she caressed him with it. He reached for her, momentarily afraid that she too would disappear as Sharon had done. Surprised when she didn't, even more surprised when the reality of her really being there woke him from his sleep.

"Danny?" he whispered in the darkness. Her lips were wet, lovingly wrapped around his sensitive, very aroused prick. Though he could not see her clearly, the faint outline of her head, her long beautiful hair falling down to caress him with each movement of her gently bobbing head told him this was no dream.

"Oh god...Danny...Danny," he said, calling out to her, gathering her hair in bunches, delighting in the silky softness of it as he played with it, gently pulling on her as she continued pulling on him.

For long tantalizing moments she continued her ministrations on him, exploring him fully with her lips, lingering kisses as she suckled his shaft. "You awake now?" she asked, somewhat amused.

"Very," he said breathlessly. "No dream."

"No dream," she answered back, moving up towards him. Mark felt her breasts pressing against him, felt the twin hardend points as she undulated against him barely separated from his awakened flesh. Using her aroused nipples to caress his chest, she swayed as though a cobra being played to, moving herself back and forth slowly, sensually as though to strike the moment the song had finished.

Finding her in the darkness, he cupped each breast firmly within the palms of his hands, imprisoning her. Danny groaned almost painfully as Mark's fingers dug into her, beginning to search out the twin nubbins that had so teasingly eluded him. He captured each between his fingers, pressing them together as though kissing them, having two mouths's in doing so. Danny collapsed fully against him. Her scent a mixture of spiced perfume, a hint of apples from the shampoo she preferred using when she showered. Mark gently bit, nipping the tender flesh of her exposed neck. Felt the goose bumps form as they blossomed like wild flowers across her body. Pressed firmly against him now, so much so that not even a slip of paper could have passed between them, he let go of a single soft tit to reach down, cupping her equally well-rounded ass.

"Make love to me Mark," she asked in the silence of the night. Positioned as she was, Mark felt Danny lower herself upon him. The feel of her soft sex as it descended on him nearly took his breath away. Danny was moist. Her puffy, full lips surrounding, caressing the length of his shaft as she settled against him. Much like two pairs of lips and tongues, caressing his length, Danny moved against him almost imperceptibly. The feel of his sister's silky-soft pussy was having its effect on him. Whatever reservations he may have had in becoming intimate with either one of his sister's melted away like snow on a warm spring day. 

Mark knew that Danny's teasing sultry caress was intended to seduce him. But she was leaving the final decision up to him. It would have been far too easy for her to have simply claimed him, sitting astride him as she was. Yet, she continued to work her cleft smoothly, sensually up and down the length, width, and breadth of his manhood waiting patiently for his ultimate decision.

He gave it to her as he moved slightly, timing her caress as she once again slid upwards against him. In an instant, he slid deeply into the satin recess of her femininity.

Though he certainly wasn't dreaming now, their coupling felt like it. Mark certainly hadn't been a worldly man, even being in the service. His first love and only love, with whom he'd shared and lost his virginity, hardly qualified him to know what it took to truly pleasure a woman. Or in this instance, to even begin to understand the sensations he was experiencing. He and Sharon had had sex...several times in fact. But in all those times together with her, it had never felt like this.

This time there was no rush, no frenzied dash to the finish line the way it had been with Sharon. Danny moved with him, controlling their pace, pleasuring him as much as he hoped he was pleasuring her. Sometimes she would simply stop moving, savoring the feel of him inside her, nothing more. Mark would at times quit thrusting himself inside Danny, allowing her to milk him wonderfully in moving side to side almost languidly as much as up and down when she'd surprise him in doing so mid-stride.

Added to all this, Mark had never lasted this long either. Like any orgasm, it felt nice when it happened...sure. But the feeling he enjoyed now simply moving inside his sister was as wonderful as though he were experiencing a constant orgasm. Even more importantly, he felt that Danny sensed it too.

"I want to feel you cum inside me," Danny whispered. "I want to experience your orgasm filling me so that I can share in it...and cum with you." 

Having heard that, Mark no longer concentrated on holding back, though the tempo of their coupling hardly increased at all. Content to simply allow himself to enjoy the velvet feeling of Danny's pussy as she sheathed him in erotic rapture, he slid in, and then out of her silkiness, knowing that Danny was as pleasured as he.

When Mark felt the first initial tingle, telling him of his orgasms approach, he thought of telling her, worried only briefly that she might not know of his impending release. Perhaps more attuned to him than he could have thought possible however, Danny sensed it almost before he did.

Sitting up straight, Danny took more of his length inside her as he continued moving in and out at the same almost agonizing slow pace. Moving from side to side, rotating in perfect sensual circles, Danny strode towards her release matching his excitement, level by level as they soared together towards the heavens.

Once again Mark reached up, finding her exquisite soft, but firm breasts. Spearing her elongated nipples with his fingertips, he pressed them, feeling them fighting back in defensive sensitivity to his touch. Danny groaned, acknowledging the heightened increase to her ecstasy. A renewed gush of Danny's lubrications lathered his prick as he thrust deeply inside her. Triggering the inevitable, Mark thrust once again, this time striving for the most secret part of her, finding it, holding himself there as the first precious release of his fluid spurted in climatic bliss, bathing the inside of her womb.

Danny's immediate gut-wrenching moan told him that she too was tumbling over the precipice of pleasure into the void of orgasmic delight. He again moved , again spurted his essence deep inside her. Danny groaned, adding her own milky-smooth libations to those that he was filling her insides with. On and on their mutually shared climax continued, just when thinking it done, or the pleasure on ebb, a new tidal wave would wash over them sending even more delicious tingly tremors through them, consuming them both.

For long moments afterwards they lay side by side, listening to the finally controlled breath's slowing...calming...remembering. Mark's heart had softened, no longer threatening to explode through the wall of his chest. Danny had softened too, melting atop him like warm syrup on cakes, nearly unconscious perhaps, vaguely aware of his presence as she continued to float in a sea of peaceful tranquility.

"That's probably one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen...or listened to."

"How long have you been there?" Mark asked.

"From the beginning," Kathy said. "Somehow I knew...somehow I knew that the two of you would spend this night together," she said almost sadly, forlornly with a hollowness that screamed at loss and a need for comforting satisfaction.

"There is plenty of room for you in my bed...as well as my heart," he added, beckoning to her in the gray darkness. She came to him then, lifting the forgotten crumpled sheet over all three. As she slid in beside him, he turned to her spooning her from behind just as Danny turned in kind, doing the same with him. They soon fell into a deep peaceful relaxing sleep, entwined not only physically, but also emotionally as they had never known or experienced with one another before.

#

Mark opened his eyes. As he did, he saw the first tendrils of the morning light streaking across the horizon through his bedroom window. In his hand, he felt the pliant breast that he had somehow cupped, cradling it in his palm. Without thinking he thumbed the still asleep nipple, feeling it respond, harden and elongate.

Without seeing her face he knew Kathy to be as awake now as he was. "Hmmm," she moaned, softly moving against him. Barely a second later, he felt Danny stir, her hand immediately reaching around him to grasp his morning erection as it pressed against Kathy's ass.

Danny began by gently stroking his penis, moving it as she did against her sister's back, making her very much aware of what she was doing to Mark. Mark reached down, finding the already wet, welcoming slit of Kathy's pussy from behind. As slick as she was, she must have been lying awake, thinking...becoming as aroused as Mark now found himself to be.

"Fuck me, "Kathy said softly.

He moved, forcing Danny to release him. But she was already prepared for that. He felt Danny slither down the bed behind him slightly as Kathy lifted her leg allowing him easy unrestricted access to her. Mark slid inside his sister. Deliciously her cunt sucked him as he entered. Continuing to caress her full breasts, Mark rolled the hardened tips between his fingers like two precious marbles. Once again Kathy groaned pleasurably, murmuring her need, expressing her desires.

Mark felt Danny's delicate hand cupping his balls, kneading them gently as he continued to move slowly in and out of his sister's soft slippery sex. She began kissing his back, his neck and shoulders sending shivers of excitement spreading out in all directions through his aroused sensitized flesh.

Danny melted against him, pressing herself firmly as though trying to climb into his skin. The feel of her own full breasts spearing into him from behind, Kathy's breasts...lovingly held, wonderfully caressed as she did. Mark's cock throbbed with passionate desire for his sister's pleasure. Striving with every ounce of his strength, he continued to stroke into her from behind, unspoken promises of his assurance with each smooth fucking that he would see to her needs, now and forever more. 

Likewise, Danny hugged her brother, no sensation of jealousy, no fear that he would ever again leave her wanting, or in need of his love for her ever again. Danny stroked her sister's arm, reaching across the two of them in order to do so, letting her know in so simple a touch that she was with her every bit as much as Mark was with her now. Kathy acknowledged that moment, reaching up with her free hand to clasp the fingers of Danny's hand inside her own, keeping them there as she and Mark continued their passionate embrace.

As he had done with Danny, Mark matched the tempo of his stroking's with Kathy's laborious panting. Gauging, timing the moment of release with hers, he soon felt the first contractions of her climax as vice-like, her pussy clamped down on him seizing his erection and milking from him the first powerful ejaculate of his seed. Mark poured himself into her as Kathy erupted in a volcanic explosion of her own. Holt molten lava poured from the deepest recess of her quim as Mark repeatedly doused the fires of her passion with his own spending. And all the while, Danny clung to them both, savoring in their shared moment together.

Mark rolled onto his back gathering each of his sisters to either side. Sunlight now filled the morning sky with a promise of a bright new day. Gingerly, he felt first Kathy, and then Danny clasping his slowly deflating penis. Slick with their combined fluids, he reveled in the soft gentle play as each of his sisters continued to fondle and caress him in a non-arousing way. Holding each within the crook of his arms, he in turn caressed the soft flesh of their bodies, as they lay pressed against him.

"I have to return to New York," Kathy stated in a near whisper.

"Yes...I know," Mark answered. "But I still have almost a full week yet before I must leave," he reminded her.

"No...you don't understand Mark. I'm not taking Danny back with me," she said simply.

Mark began to sit up, but Kathy pressed her hand to his chest calming him, and keeping him from disturbing their peaceful languid positions.

"I need to go back to get a few things...but more importantly, to tell Frank that it's over. After I do...I'll fly back as quickly as possible so that the three of us will have a few days together before you have to return," she told him.

"You mean I won't have to live in New York then?" Danny asked excitedly.

"No...not unless you want to honey," she promised her.

"What about you Mark?" Danny asked him. "What will you do when you finally get out of the service?"

"Come home again," he answered her truthfully. "Where ever the two of you are, is where my home will be," he added.

It was Kathy's turn to sit up suddenly. "You know what? I feel like having some ice cream!" she announced.

"For breakfast?" Danny asked incredulously.

"Sure...why not?" Kathy responded. 

"Did you get any strawberry?" Danny asked again.

"Of course. And what about you Mark? What would you like? Chocolate? Vanilla?"

"Oh...how about a little bit of all three," he said smiling.



Home Again



Her eyes closed, feeling his lips brush across her stomach. So soft. So warm. Her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him gently to her, anticipating where his mouth was moving to next.

She forced herself to open her eyes and look down at him. The top of his head. A glimpse of his warm brown eyes. A hint of a smile across his lips as he showered her body with kisses. It would be too easy to lose herself in the sensations and close her eyes in ecstasy, but she wouldn't allow herself to. Too many times in the past year she had closed her eyes and remembered his kisses. She had been with other men. Too many other men. Not that she had gone very far with many of them. Usually she just ended up thinking about him. About those tiny little kisses that he was now showering her body with. And she couldn't enjoy being with someone else. But a few times, she had been with someone who had reminded her a little of him, and she had been able to manage it. To just close her eyes and think about it. Remember. Pretend. And while she was always gripped with shame afterwards for doing it, for at least a few very pleasant moments she had been able to be back exactly where she longed to be. In his arms.

But now, she was back there for real. So she forced herself to open her eyes and look at him instead of reveling in the sensation of his warm mouth as his lips traveled further down her body. His hair was thinner. And quite a bit more gray. Had it really been that long? She liked the gray. She even liked the new lines fanning out from his eyes when he smiled at her. But the tan was a little unsettling. She didn't want to think about the happy things that happened in his life without her. The trips to the beach. The candlelit dinners. The kisses that didn't include her. She couldn't let herself think about those things. This was all that mattered.

He kissed his way back up her body , flicking his tongue across her nipple before making his way to her neck. Mmmmm Pressing his lips to the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder, gently he nibbled. She shifted slightly and pressed her legs together, feeling herself get wetter as his teeth grazed her tender skin. She wanted to cry out... to beg him to slide up on top of her and press into her but she knew it would do no good. They were still a very long way from that. First there was the touching. The kissing. The reconnecting. It had been too long but she still remembered the way that he would delight in torturing her until he couldn't take it any longer.

The kisses. Lips to lips. Barely brushing against each other, parting lips, gently sucking at her bottom lip. The tip of his tongue tracing her lips, then parting them slightly. She felt herself melting into his kiss as their tongues entwined and began the slow dance that would lead to their bodies doing the same dance.

"I need to tell you something," he started.

"No," she whispered, closing her eyes, never breaking the kiss. She remembered the cards. Secrets revealed, sending chills down her spine. Secrets seemed to always have a way of not being good news. "Later," she whispered thinking that she could handle anything he had to say, as long as she got to make love to him first. Even if it was just one last time.

He understood. She felt his reluctance to keep quiet but she also knew that he understood what she needed. Just for now, he was thinking. And it was ok between them. Everything unspoken, like nothing had ever happened, like no time had passed as he slid on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his weight. She sighed that little contented sigh and he remembered what it felt like to be home. His hands moved from her shoulders, stroking the length of her arms, finding her wrists. His fingers wrapped around both wrists and simultaneously lifted her hands above her head, pressing them to the bed. For a moment he longed for the ropes. For the leather cuffs. Just the thought of having her bound to the bed in front of him was more than he could bear. He wanted her helpless and at his mercy. He wanted to drag his fingertips over her soft flesh and feel goosebumps form. He wanted to feel her body rise up off the bed, silently begging for more of his touch. He wanted to taste her and feel her wanting to move against him, unable to control the pressure and speed. He wanted to make her want him more than she had ever wanted anything. Definitely next time, the ropes would come out. It was long overdue.

But tonight wasn't the night for that. Tonight he just needed to be inside of her. Inside of her body, so soft and warm and wet. Inside of her brain. Inside of her heart. Tonight he needed to lose himself in the pleasure. In her love.

She parted her legs as he slid on top of her. Her hips rolled up towards him and her legs wrapped around him. He knew where this was going, all too well. He was hard and waiting to slip inside. She was wet and eager. And as she rolled her hips up to meet him, the head of his cock made contact with her velvety soft pussy lips. He closed his eyes tightly for a second and took a deep breath. Control. But control was forgotten as she arched her back and took the first inch or so of the head of his hard cock inside of her. She wanted more and tried to thrust against him. He wanted to plunge the full length as hard and deep as he could thrust it. But instead, he just softly began to thrust against her. Just an inch. Just enough to make her beg with her body for more. Maybe two inches but no more, even as she began to tremble beneath his touch.

"Please," she whispered through ragged breaths. "Please fuck me," she barely whispered, not wanting to sound vulgar but needing him inside.

A smile played across his lips. Yes, this was right. Nothing had ever been this right. She looked up at him, desperately pleading with those soulful blue eyes. Those eyes had haunted him all the months they were apart. The deep blue the color of the morning sky in the west just before the sun rises in the east. The eyes that looked inside his heart and tugged his soul from its safe depths out into the open where it was no longer safe. Eyes locked, he felt her melting into him, and it was more than he could stand to not be part of her. 

"My baby," he whispered, never breaking the gaze. "My baby," he whispered a little louder, this time pushing slowly into her. His lips moved to her lips, not quite kissing, more just brushing against hers as the head of his cock sank as deep inside of her as he could push. He wanted to go further, to just crawl inside her and lose himself in the sensation.

Her ankles locked behind his back and she arched her back to take as much of him inside as possible. The rhythm of their bodies moving together began to build. He could feel her wrapped around him. He could feel her moving, thrusting, quivering, and every movement sent dangerous waves of pleasure through his body. Her eyes closed and he could see her losing herself in the pleasure. Then she would force them open again, quickly making eye contact again, gazing deep into his eyes. She needed to look in his eyes. To stay 100% grounded. To stay completely in the moment that her body had longed for so desperately. They both knew it wouldn't last long. At least not the first time, not that it ever really mattered since there would be a second and a third and probably a fourth and fifth time. But the first time was too difficult to control. He heard her breathing and knew she was too close. He could stop to drag it out, but there was no stopping. So he thrust, harder and deeper. Hearing her cry out gave him a thrill and made him want to do it again, harder and deeper. So he did. Again and again, as hard and deep as he could force himself into her, wanting to make her cum hard. And he did. But as he heard her moaning grow louder, the desperate scream of pleasure forming in her throat, he knew he wasn't just pushing her over the edge. He was falling over the edge himself and it was exactly where he wanted to be. He felt her body convulsing. Her muscles contracting around his cock as it started to throb, juices flowing down the length of his shaft, dripping onto his balls as he felt them tighten. She buried her face in his shoulder. Her mouth moved against his bare skin, softly biting trying to keep from screaming. He knew she would leave him marked, and while it didn't really matter, he still stopped her. He dipped his head to hers, catching her lips with his, pulling her face back up to his.

"Open your eyes," he demanded wanting her there with him. "Look at me." So she did.

"Fuck me," she begged softly. "Don't ever stop. Fuck me." She was still cumming. He could feel the twitching. And his own climax swept through his body as she whimpered, her lips still touching his. Briefly he thought that he never knew the missionary position could be like this, then he thought nothing else as his orgasm rolled over him and he pumped his cum as deep inside of her wet pussy as he could get it.

They clung to each other desperately, holding as tight as they could while their bodies recovered. As their breathing returned to normal, he was drawn down her body. Kissing his way down, licking the drops of sweat off her breasts, tracing the lines of her body with his tongue. She wanted to pull him back close to her but she knew where he was going. His hot tongue found her dripping pussy. She was still sensitive and shuddered beneath him but he didn't hesitate. He parted her lips with his tongue and the combined juices of their lovemaking flowed across his lips. She heard a little moan, felt it vibrate across her labia. Then she felt his lips sucking at her wetness. His tongue moved back up to her clit and began to roll it between his lips. His tongue flicked at the tiny hard nub and once again her hips beyond her control began to thrust against him. She knew she would cum almost instantly but tried to pull back to prolong it. Unfortunately, there was no prolonging it as he alternated between sucking at her clit and darting his tongue in and out of her dripping slit.

And then, his body sliding back up hers. His full weight against her damp body. She was limp. Satisfied. Happy. But he wasn't through. She felt his hard cock at her opening and almost wanted to protest in exhaustion. But she didn't dare. This time was different. He positioned the smooth head against her opening then thrust hard and deep, burying his cock all the way to his balls inside of her. She cried out but before she could make any real noise, his mouth covered hers. His tongue parted her lips and forced inside and she felt the sticky cum flow from his mouth to hers as he pounded his hard cock into her over and over. She thrust her tongue into his mouth then sucked at his tongue, savoring every drop of the salty cum, licking it off his lips, sucking every drop from his mouth. She thought she heard him growling I love you but she couldn't be sure as orgasm #2 ripped through his body and animalistic grunts and growls escaped his mouth. She wrapped her legs back around his waist and pulled him close, loving the feeling of his body shuddering and spasming on top of her, thrusting those last few thrusts, then collapsing against her, burying his face in her neck. 



Home Again



Finally, the house was quiet. It had been nearly a year since we've spent time together in person, so a quiet house made us both very happy. The aching of the distance had taken its toll on both of us mentally, spiritually, and, of course, physically. That doesn't even begin to take into consideration the almost unbearable anticipation experienced throughout the entire 1300 mile trek north. With a deep sigh, I lay down on the bed and let my eyes close for just a moment, allowing myself to enjoy the sweet silence. My body tingled with warm excitement. I had never experienced such a profound sense of peace and belonging.

I felt the bed dimple in a few places as he climbed onto the bed over my relaxed body. I kept my eyes closed as the exhilaration pulsed through me. His lips pressed firmly, yet gently to mine. His tongue tenderly pushed past my lips and began to massage mine. I kissed him back as I marveled in the slow, fiery passion engulfing us. Our kiss was deep and steady. After all of the time and distance that had taunted us, one would think tattered clothes would litter the floor as we clawed at one another like ravenous hounds. Contrarily, we reveled in the moment, getting lost in one another as we coalesced. 

His body weight began to press against me. I could feel him harden between my legs which teased me immensely. My fingernails lovingly ran through his thick, dark hair and continued lazily down his neck as our bodies moved in time against one another, the tension and desire building. His hands ran along the sides of my body and over my hips where he paused to give them a little squeeze. Instinctively, my hips raised from the bed to grind his hardness that pushed eagerly against his jeans as I let out a soft groan of hunger. His hands pushed my hips back down to the bed, but I refused to let him win so easily. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pressing us close. I missed this feeling—the feeling of his warmth, the feeling of being home. 

My hands drifted down from his neck, along his sides, under his shirt caressing his silky skin. In one fluid motion, we rolled over so that my body was on top of his, our kiss never breaking or losing intensity. I teased his lips softly with my tongue before kissing my way down his cheek, licking along the rim of his ear, down to his ear lobe that I sucked as I indulged in the sound of his ever-quickening breathing. His strong hands massaged me as they moved over my back. My tongue glided over his delicious skin, sporadically laying kisses as I went. My fingers moved lightly under his shirt, removing it as they made their way up over his incredible chest. Continuing where I had left off, I used my tongue to trace his collar bone to the mid line of his body. I left a trail of kisses from there down his chest to his nipples where I used the very tip of my tongue to bring them to a hardness trumped only by the hardness of his fully engorged cock. My legs trembled slightly as my clit hardened and my honey began to flow. I left the fun of flicking and sucking his nipples to bring us both to a more heightened state of desire. 

My mouth played and moved along his stomach. I couldn't resist nibbling his hips before using my tongue to trace his belt line. My hands skillfully and quickly removed that restricting belt of his. My fingers curled under his pants and boxer briefs and pulled them slowly over his thighs, down his well-defined calves, and finally over his toes. I kissed and massaged my way up from his toes to his powerful thighs. I paused at his hip letting my hot breath tantalize him. I felt his hardness jerk against my breast as he tried not to squirm in anticipation. Grinning, I looked deeply into his eyes and put my hands under his balls with my fingertips hovering below his hole and pulled it away, our skin barely making contact. Then, I lightly and slowly ran my open hand, fingertips facing his head, from base to tip. At the tip, my fingers wrapped around him and moved in a gentle twisting motion down his shaft. I used my tongue to run slow, deliberate laps around his scrotum before sucking on each ball one at a time. My hand continued its twisting motion as I sucked his balls, at times using my tongue to massage his perineum. 

His moans echoed in my ears and vibrated throughout my entire body. I swelled from his intense pleasure. I took my index finger and pushed it inside of my wetness, drenching it. I moved my mouth from his balls to focus on his hole, licking and teasing it with my tongue. It puckered in surprise. My tongue swirled and lapped at him until I felt his body relax. I then used my wet finger to gently and slow enter him as I took the head of his cock into my mouth and spiraled my tongue around it. My free hand massaged his thighs and played with his balls. My finger pushed its way deeper inside as my mouth closed around the length of his throbbing member. I felt his hips start to move, pushing him deeper into my mouth and my finger deeper inside. Our movements gradually became faster and harder as our shared excitement increased. 

His legs tightened and relaxed as his moans grew louder and more guttural signaling his impending release. My pussy throbbed as I pleased him. I was so hungry for him that my body was quivering. His thighs closed around my face and he jerked hard as he began to thrust wildly. The sounds of his pleasure roared throughout the bedroom. I could feel his hot juices filling my mouth as I eagerly swallowed every last drop. I slowly removed my finger as his thrusts slowed. His hips' movement calmed, yet I kept sucking and licking him until he was lying breathless and quivering beneath me. I laid my head upon his stomach and rested as he enjoyed the waves of energy that rippled through his body from the intense orgasm.

A surge of energy rushed through him and he flipped me onto my back. This devilish grin grew upon his face. The desire was burning in his eyes as he kissed me deeply and forcefully. His hands moved down along my sides and back up to my breasts which he massaged. Kisses trailed down my neck and over my collar bone. I felt his hands move down to my hips, teasing them lightly with his fingertips as his mouth kissed my breasts. His fingers glided along my thighs and ran lightly up and down slowly moving inward to my wetness. He used his tongue to trace my tits before taking a nipple into his mouth. As he sucked and let his teeth gently scrape over it, I felt his fingers enter me. With each thrust inward, moving slowly yet purposefully, he curled his fingers to massage my g-spot. His focus switched to my other nipple as I rode his fingers. He licked and kissed his way over my stomach and sides. He nibbled my hips and continued down to my thigh where he placed a deep bite. I shuddered and took a deep breath, shocked by the stinging pain. His tongue lapped the bite before he moved to lick my clit. He removed his fingers and used his hands to hold my hips down to the bed. He began to suck on my clit as his tongue simultaneously licked it. I tried with all my might to move against him, but to no avail. I lost myself in the electricity rippling through me. I opened my eyes to look into his. He was staring at me intently. I felt my face blush. And with that, I felt warm waves overtake me as my breathing and heart rate quickened. My legs wrapped around his face and he removed his grip on my hips. I began to buck and ride his face as I moaned loudly. He licked and sucked without pause until I was motionless. 

He looked up at me grinning, his mouth and chin covered in my honey. His hips rocked over me, slowly running his hardness over my tender, swollen lips and clit. He leaned in to me, pressing his body onto mine as he kissed me with smoldering passion. We quickly got lost in our kiss, enjoying the warmth of our bodies. Our breaths were long, slow, and deep as if we were breathing each other in. I began to rock my hips in time with his. Our bodies united instinctively, moving slowly and penetrating deeply. I could feel myself swell and clench around him. 

Moaning, I motioned for him to roll over. My hands gripped his chest as we moved. He bit his lower lip as his eyes closed and his breathing got heavier. He let out encouraging moans which my body responded to by moving faster and harder. My eyes were locked on his and a grin grew upon my face as I felt him edging closer and closer to climax. Our bodies moved intuitively with one another. I watched in awe as his muscles contracted and relaxed, his jaw dropping open to allow moans to escape his sultry, red lips. His arms reached out for me and pulled me down, pressing me to him as I continued to ride him in perfect, harmonic rhythm. I felt his breath teasing my ear as his moans crescendoed. My moans matched his as we both clenched tightly to one another, climaxing in time, lost in the headiness of our lovemaking. It felt as if we had become one, floating about in seventh heaven. As we began to descend back to this earthly realm, I lifted myself up to look longingly into his sky blue eyes. In those gorgeous eyes I saw love, passion, and a deep hunger only partially satiated. Lightning moved through our bodies foreshadowing the electrifying moments of ecstasy to come. 

A starved grin formed his lip shape as he sat up to kiss me. His kiss was fast-paced, but not sloppy. It was fiery and his desire crashed over me like powerful waves. Still inside of me, I could feel him hardening once again. My muscles twitched around him in response. Tingling sensations moved through my entire being as he said quietly, "On your hands and knees," in low, breathy voice. I obeyed without question. 

I felt his hands move over my ankles, up my legs, over my hips, and all around my breasts and stomach. His lips brushed over my ass and laid little pecks all over it and up my spine. As his kisses showered my sensitive skin, I felt his chest press to my back, his engorged cock pressing between my ass cheeks. My pussy engorged fully and my honey began to flow like a river. Hungry groans greeted his ears urging him to continue. His hands gripped my hips as he slowly entered me. My pussy muscles clenched around him instantaneously as if to keep him from exiting. His hips swayed seductively as he moved in and out. My head hung enjoying the feeling of him behind me. I opened my eyes to see his balls swinging and hitting my clit lightly as we rocked together. I felt his kisses move over my shoulder to where my neck and shoulder meet. One hand was alternating between teasing each breast while the other began to massage and rub my hardened clit. Then, his teeth sank slowly and deeply into that tasty little spot as he began to move faster and harder inside of me. My heads fell to the side to rest on his. His tongue skillfully lapped at the reddened area. The overwhelming combination of sensations nearly caused my knees to buckle under me. I laid my head upon the pillow and my ass rose higher into the air. I began to push my hips against his causing greater friction between us. A rush of goose bumps washed over me as I heard the skin-slapping sound of his balls slapping harder against my clit. We moved harder and faster, harder and faster together. Our breaths were fast and shaky as he bore down on top of me. He penetrated me so deeply, filled me so completely as we came together thunderously. My juices soaked his cock and washed over his balls. He wrapped his strong arms around me and fell onto his side pulling me down onto the bed as well. 

We laid there spooning with his warm, hard body behind me. Not quite spent, I rocked my hips over his softened cock. Still soaked with my juices, it slid between my ass cheeks from slit to tail bone effortlessly. The friction soon excited him once again. I was breathing heavily hungry for his cock, hungry for him to enter me again. To my surprise, and what a pleasant surprise it was, I felt the head teasingly pressing against my rim. He entered my wetness and took a few long, slow strokes before pulling out. He gripped his cock at the base and used it to tease my ass. I breathed in excitedly causing my ass to tighten. He continued to tease as his fingers entered my wet pussy. They moved in and out slowly and expertly, as if massaging me from the inside out. I began to relax and breathe more slowly. At that moment, he took advantage of my relaxed muscles and pushed the tip into my ass. I could feel my ass opening for him. It was tight and it hurt a little. He moved slowly in and almost completely out. Within a few minutes, the pain subsided and he filled me completely. He continued to move slowly, allowing me to work into this sensation that I have missed for so long. 

I pushed back against him signaling my readiness for more. We began to move faster, our breathing becoming more rapid, more ragged. His fingers massaged my clit as he fucked my ass. He was enthralled in the new sensations of anal sex. Before this, he had never experienced the intense stimulation of an incredibly tight ass wrapped around and massaging his hard, perfectly shaped cock. I pulled myself away and invited him to follow me. I laid my upper body over the bed, standing on the floor. He knowingly positioned himself behind me and entered my ass again. He moved at a steadily increasing pace. He let out that tell-tale groan. His hands gripped my waist as he pounded my ass. I used my fingers to fuck my dripping pussy and fiercely rub my clit. The feeling of him filling my ass combined with the magic of my fingers sent me straight into a powerful orgasm. I rocked forcefully against him and I heard his moans quickly get louder to near screams. I felt his cock twitching inside of me as his hot cum filled me. My moans filled the room as he took his last few strokes. We both crawled up into the bed and into each other's arms where we belong, completely spent.



Home Again.



I was so excited I could hardly wait to see him, his car turned then mine. Pulling into the driveway at the exact same time. Biting my lip as I looked at him, and he smiled. Oh he tried to hide it for a second, trying to seem not so eager. But he was; oh how he hungered for me and I hungered for him.

He jumped out of the car and scooped me up, our lips met with a powerful expolsion. How I missed his lips; my eyes closed and my world spun. The more we kissed the tighter he held me. Until he finally let me back on my feet, smiling.

We wasted no time what so ever, rushing to the bedroom. I could feel his cock flinch as he grabbed me tight pulling me to his aching body, aching to taste my lips. Our arms and bodies danced as our mouths welcomed each other home. His arms held me tighter than they had ever before.

Clothes quickly flying off creating a mess on the floor. Seeing him sprawled out before me on the bed. I crawled to him, kissing him. He wasn't satisfied; no he needed my breast, and he took it cradled in my arms. 

Sucking hungrily and tenderly, moaning softly as my nipple grew in his mouth. Rubbing my fingers through his hair. Sucking his ear, my lips moving to his neck. Kissing and biting as I made my way to his shoulders, he sucked harder biting me as I bit into him.

Pushing him down on his back, sucking his nipple, biting each one, knowing it drove him wild. I wanted to drive him mad. He needed to know how much I missed him. 

Giving him one last lustful kiss on the lips before I took my place between his thighs. Looking at him, leaning down to take what I wanted, what I longed for, licking him from scrotum to head.

Kissing his cock, making my way back to his balls; kissing them, licking them, taking them in my hand and in my mouth sucking them. Hearing his moans, how he missed my attentiveness.

Licking up the back of his shaft, to his head, licking around it. Wrapping my lips around it, sucking it soft and fast, tasting the warm precum he gave just then. Wrapping my lips tight around his shaft, sucking him slowly up, getting him nice and wet. 

Taking his head to my tongue sucking it as I began to stroke him softly, barely grazing three fingers up and down his wonderful cock quickly.

I took his balls to my hand rubbing them softly, pushing them up to his shaft, pressing them against it as I sucked him slow. Savoring his cock I pushed my mouth down deep on him.

Rubbing his ass, spreading his thighs to reach him easy. I looked at him as I sucked his cock listening to him as my finger circled his hole. 

"I want your ass. I want to lick it and I want to finger it."

He smiled at me and spread his thighs wide, I licked him; slipping my tongue inside him. Looking at him as I took my finger to my mouth, sucking its length slowly. Watching his gorgeous face chewing on his lips, moaning slowly as I rubbed his hole.

Teasing it, before sliding it inside. Stroking him, I knew what he wanted, I knew what he needed and I gave it to him, he leaned forward grabbing my face kissing me exactly how I loved, I sucked his tongue and fingered him quickly.

"Lay down I want you now, and you are going to make a fucking mess of these sheets." He said as he put me on my back. Grabbing my thighs and pulling me to him. Kissing me, before taking my breast to his mouth.

And he sucked; oh how he sucked my nipples and breasts. His fingers moved to my pussy, parting my lips moving through my incredible wetness, wasting no time he pushed them deep. Thrusting quickly in and out of me. I moaned, and I cried out for him, he pulled his fingers out of my already swelling pussy, and pushed one into my ass.

Pushing two fingers from his other hand into me deep, and clamped his mouth on my clit; sucking and licking rapidly, licking up what I had already given forth, as he thrust hard and deep into both my pussy and my ass.

I clawed at the bed crying out loudly as he made my thighs shake, feeling tears gathering in my eyes as I begged him.

"Please Baby fuck me, oh fuck I need you. Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, just make love to me I need you."

He took my mouth to his grabbing my hands pinning them above my head, and he kissed me. I tasted my pussy on his lips as I devoured his cock deep into my pussy. He thrust into me and I cried into his mouth. 

"Yes cum for me soak my fucking cock."

I moaned and panted as my thighs shook, he pulled out of me and pressed his mouth against my pussy. And I came for him, clawing at his head, shoulders, arms anything I could get my fingers on as he pushed two fingers hard into me, taking all that I had, before thrusting his cock hard into me again.

My pussy clenched down on his cock, and he trust hard and fast, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pulling hard. 

"Oh Fuck, yes baby; bite my nipples, make me cum for you," he said as his thrusting became relentless. Taking his chest to my mouth, sucking and biting on his nipples, pinching them hard.

Grabbing my hair again; pulling my face from his chest, he stared at me as his thrusts became harder. Crying out loudly for him as I became very close. I came for him again as he took my lips to his, thrusting very hard, and slow as he spilled himself deep inside.

Pulling out of me and collapsing next to me as his chest rose and fell, I held his sweaty body against mine, kissing him. Feeling his fingers stroking my arm laying across his chest; I was happy.

"Incredible." I whispered in his ear.

"Oh I'm not finished with you yet, I'm going to fuck your ass too."



Home Again



Just a friendly warning - this story has some non-consent, monster sex and violence. I tried something a little different in how it is told. -Ax 

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I wake up in our bed sweaty and panting. The warm sunlight is streaming in through our window and I hear the cheery bird songs from our garden outside. I take a moment to calm myself, it was just a bad dream. You lay right beside me, I can hear your deep steady breaths and can tell you are still sleeping. I should wake you, I know that you want to get away early this morn. But I just want to keep here, warm in our bed, safe, peaceful. 

Slowly I turn over under the woolen blanket. You look so handsome, wearing a peaceful expression that I rarely see when you're awake. We are both naked under the blanket and I let out a soft sigh as I remember how wonderful I felt as you made love to me last night. My hand moves over and runs through your short dark hair, ruffling it up even more. 

You slowly begin to stir, and then your eyelids flutter open and I see those deep brown eyes look over me. A smile forms on your lips, "Opel..."

"Good morning, handsome."

You suddenly awaken fully and look past me to the window, "Oh, shit! What time is it?" You pull the blankets back and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. I lunge forward and wrap my arms around your naked chest.

"No, stay in bed with me a while longer," I plead.

You affectionately rub my arms as my soft boobs press into your back and I nuzzle your neck, "I told you I wanted to set off at dawn today. I wanted to get in a full days travel."

"You don't need to go at all. Just stay here with me, Paden. Make love to me all day long."

You let out a frustrated sigh, "Damn, Opel, why do always have to make this so hard?" 

I gently kiss your neck as I rub my hand down your firm chiseled abs and find your cock. I take the soft flesh in my hand and squeeze and massage it. You huff out a breath and softly groan as your cock pulses and quickly begins to stiffen in my firm grip. "I can always make it hard, my dear husband," I whisper playfully.

"Not now, Honey-pie," you protest feebly.

I quickly shuffle around on the bed and swing my legs around your waist. I plant a few soft kisses along your strong stubbly jaw. "Hmmn, now." I come forward and press my weight into you, making you fall back onto the bed. My heart starts beating stronger with excitement and I feel the warm tingling arousal as I writhe on top of your muscular body. 

"Opel, I—" I interrupt you as I lock my lips into yours in a lusty kiss. I feel your strong hands rubbing up my body as our tongues fervently wrestle against each other. Your hands make their way up my writhing naked figure and caress my neck. Then your fingers begin sensually rubbing over my pointed half-elven ears. They are quite sensitive, particularly around the tips, and you know just how to touch them to send tingling sensations right through me.

I break from the kiss with a soft sexy moan. My pussy is now very wet and pulsing with need. I shift my weight back and grind my crotch against you. I feel your hard cock pressing up against my warm skin. 

I desperately want you inside me. I reach down and take hold of your rigid manhood and line it up with my wet slit. I look deep into your brown eyes as I slowly lower myself down. Your fat round head pushes through my soft folds and I sigh with pleasure as your wonderful cock slowly enters its rightful place. My throbbing cunt embraces you tightly as I continue to lower myself down on your meaty rod until it is wedged in as deeply as it can go.

I love the pleasurable groan you make as I wriggle my hips and feel your hard cock pressing deep inside me. I begin to slowly bob up and down on top of you, moaning with pleasure as your member continually slides through my tight hugging channel. I gasp and moan as I begin to work up a faster pace, slapping my wet cunt down with more urgency. Your hands wonder up and take hold of my firm breasts, your fingers pressing into the taut flesh as you lovingly fondle me.

My breathing becomes more labored as I ride your cock hard. I look down at the dreamy expression on your face as your hands grope my heaving breasts. Then you take hold of my hips and hold me down against you as you buck underneath me and roll over. I let out a squeal as I come down on the soft mattress and find you rolling on top of me, your throbbing cock still buried deep inside. 

You look deep into my eyes, "Wicked enchantress! You're trying to cast a spell on me, trying to keep me here with you." You pull back and then thrust forward again into my gripping cunt. I moan beneath you as you continually slap your wonderful cock deep into me. 

"Oooh...ungh...You want to stay," I moan. 

You stoop forward and kiss me on the lips. "Yesss," you breathe over my hot face. Then you start thrusting hard and deep again. I grip your strong back tightly, digging my fingernail into your skin as my body is rocked with the intense pleasure. I gasp and groan beneath you until I hear you groaning and feel you slow your thrusts. Your cock throbs strongly and you warm cum spurts into me. It feels amazing, I hug you close to my hot sweaty body as you slowly pump me and spill out more of your seed into me.  

You then push off the bed as your cock slips out of my wet hugging cunt. You stand up next the bed looking down at me, your wet organ still jutting out in front of you, "But we can't always do what we want."

"Why not?" I ask, sitting up. My pulse is steadying and I relish the warm wet feeling in my freshly fucked pussy. "You're a free man, you don't have to answer to anyone but me now." But we have had this argument already, and I know that you're going to go away again. 

You told me that this would be the last time you go out for the hunt, that we would be set up after this one last job. You would buy us an herbalist shop in the city, and you can finally hang up your sword. In your line of work, I know that a large payment means that it will be very dangerous for you. You are one of the best, but I can't help but worry.

I doubt if it would make any difference if I tell you about the dream I had last night. I watched on as you battled a horrific shadow beast. It kept shifting and morphing into different forms. You fought bravely, but eventually it consumed you as I looked on, helplessly crying out. And then the monster came after me with a deep inhuman laugh, and I was engulfed in its darkness. It could mean nothing—just a dream. But it has left me with an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

We don't waste any time getting washed and dressed. I help you into your armor as you eat breakfast. It is fine quality armor, a mix of grey steel plate and mail. With finely crafted blue gauntlets and multi-layered shoulder plate. It has many nicks and dents from the combat it has seen, but still looks quite impressive. You look like a heroic knight. Even more so when you take hold of your magical silver sword, the sword rewarded to you when you rescued that imprisoned Pegasus. 

I feel better looking at you like that. You are no ordinary man, you are Paden Thornhill, one of the most feared bounty hunters in the land. You always find and defeat your man, or monster, and return to me.

You stoop your head down and press your lips into mine. I moan into your kiss as I rub my hands along your hardened breastplate. "I'll be back before you know it. Perhaps three weeks at most. Then you'll have more of me than you would like. I'll bring you back something nice."

"Just be careful, please."

"I always am. I love you."

"In this life and the next," I reply.

You kiss me deeply one last time and then slowly break your hug and turn away. I watch from the doorway as you walk down the path and out of our yard. You turn and give me a cocky smile before heading down the dirt road of our quiet peaceful neighborhood. I say a short prayer to the Goddess as I watch my brave knight disappear from sight.

I already miss you, but I have plenty to keep me occupied while you are away. I like to keep our homely two-story brick cottage clean and maintained. I have my garden I meticulously tend to. And then there are my studies of herbology and alchemy. I study and practice for hours each day, determined to reach my goals. I am going to learn to make healing potions one day.

You have told me stories of how healing potions have saved your life on several occasions. I am learning to create these magical potions that save lives. I have the method down to a fine art, it is just enchanting the ingredients with magical power that is the stumbling block. I know my elven blood holds the potential for magic, but drawing from it is so very hard. I practice every day until my head hurts, yet my potions can barely heal minor cuts and scrapes. It is a waste of valuable resources, but one day, hopefully soon, it will be worth it.

And of course, it makes it harder to concentrate on my studies while I'm worrying about you. Yes, you are one of the most respected bounty hunters in the land, but I know that the longer you are in this game, the more likely you are to come up against one more powerful than you. Or it could just take a moment of terrible luck to seal your fate. 

And I know that you don't take any pleasure in what you do. I know you better than anyone, Paden. You have a romantic and kind soul, deep down you hate violence and killing, but you are cursed with being so very good at it. I know what it's like to be very good at something you don't particularly enjoy. As you know, I was a very good whore. 

Sold to the unscrupulous brothel-owner, Adelbert Skarigen, at a young age after my mother died, I was forced to work as a prostitute to pay off my sale-price. It was a piece of hope that he dangles in front of his sex-slaves—work hard to pay off your price and you will earn your freedom. I adjusted to my new life with some difficulty, and became one of his best whores, going by the degrading name "Bunny." It took a long time to work out that I will never be free, Skarigen would keep on adding expenses onto our debt and would never let us go. And I had seen the terrible things that would happen to whores who tried to escape. All the while, he kept up the charade that his women were treated fairly and were there of their own free will. 

Then you came into The Frisky Harpy one night. I could see that you were dragged along by your soldier buddies, and didn't really want to be there. But then you saw me, and there was an instant attraction between us. You paid for my time, and we made sweet love. You treated me like a person, rather than just an object, and I felt that I could open up and be myself with you. I even told you my real name that first night.

You came to see me regularly after that, and though I was visited by many men, you were the only one I looked forward to. We got to know each other very well, and saw that we were meant for each other. With you, it wasn't just sex, we made love, it was real, and it was passionate. You told me that you love me...in this life and the next. You told me that one day, you will be able to buy my freedom from Skarigen, and I really wanted to believe you.

Then you suddenly stopped visiting, and my mind was in turmoil. I clung to the hope that you would return to me again, maybe even make good on your promise to take me away, but I also feared that you had given up on me, I was just a whore and too much trouble. Perhaps you had found someone else. It had been ten weeks, and I had given up hope, shattered and heartbroken, I carried on with my routine of giving myself to all manner of men, pretending that I liked them, when you were the only one I wanted to be with.

And then you came back. You had left the army and risked your life seeking the bounties on dangerous criminals. And you would use that bounty money to buy my freedom. Skarigen, true to character, got greedy and thought that he and his thugs could take your gold and still keep me. You showed them otherwise. You did the world a favor by killing that evil prick, and there are many women who owe you their freedom. You should have just run your sword through him in the first place.

You did as you promised and took me away from that horrible place, and you promised that I would never be a whore again. You used the bounty money you earned to buy us a lovely house. And when spring rolled around, you made me your wife. Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life. I thank the Goddess every day that you had come into my life and saved me.

You treat me like a princess, and I couldn't be happier. But you wanted to keep providing for me, so you continued to hunt bounties, despite the fact that you dislike that kind of work, and despite my hatred of the danger you put yourself in. And now, you promise me that this will be the last time. I just pray that you will return to me safely.

A couple of weeks pass since you left, and we get our first real showers of the season. It is welcome, my gardens could certainly use the drink. I settle into a comfy chair with a cup of tea and one of my books and wish that you were also there to snuggle into. I have begun watching the front gate often, hoping to see you walking down the street, dreading that it will be someone else, bearing the worst possible news. 

The three weeks you told me pass, I become more worried and miss you more and more with each day. At three weeks and four days, late in the afternoon, just getting dark, it is raining heavily once again. I look out the window and see old Tom Hadrich soaked to the bone in his tattered grey cloak as he makes his way up the street. A moment later, another tall figure comes into view. The figure is wearing a dark cloak, but I can see he is carrying a pack and has a sword strapped to his back and my spirits lift. 

It's you, you have finally returned to me. My feet suddenly carry me out into the pouring rain and I call your name. You open the gate and I bowl into your strong arms. I look up at you and then pull back your dark hood. It is wonderful to see your handsome face smiling down at me, your dark eyes seem piercing as the water streams down your tanned skin. You suddenly stoop down and cock your head, forcibly pressing your lips into mine. I melt into the lusty kiss, and hug your hard armored chest tightly as your tongue fervently explores my mouth. 

I pull back and smile at you, "Thank the Goddess! I missed you, my love."

A thin smile forms on your lips, "Opel...my lovely wife. So beautiful." Your hands begin lewdly groping at my bosom, pulling at the wet fabric of my frock. My, it seems you have missed me too. 

I laugh as I get hold of your hands and pull away, "Come, my brave knight. Let us get inside out of this rain."

We enter the kitchen and out of the pouring rain. "Welcome home, dear," I say happily as I shake the water out of my blue cotton frock. You walk past me and drop your pack on the floor. Your cloak is dripping wet and your boots are tracking mud over my clean floor. "You're making a mess," I say, but I'm not really bothered, I'm just very relieved to have you here in our home again. 

You place your sheathed silver sword on the table and plop yourself down on a wooden chair, and then point at your muddy boots, "Help me get them off then, dear wife."

I nod and obediently walk over and kneel before you. You look at me with hungry eyes as I begin to undo the straps. I smile up at you, "So, that is it now? You are done with being a bounty hunter?"

"Oh yes," you say with a smile, "Paden Thornhill has hunted his last bounty."

I pull the left boot off of your foot, "Glad to hear it, so the hunt went well then?"

"It had its setbacks, but all turned out well in the end." 

I pull the other boot off and then you start to undo your chest piece. You seem to be having some trouble with it. I stand up again, "Here, let me help you." I begin working to remove your armor. "You said you'd bring something nice back for me?" 

"Oh, I have something for you right here, Sweetheart," you say as you rub at your groin.

I let out a laugh, of course you were the thing that I wanted most. "How about I draw us a warm bath and then cook up something for you, dear? You must be hungry."

"I'm hungry for you," you say as you stand up. You pull your chestpiece up over your head and drop it down onto the table with a heavy thud. I then let out a squeal as I find myself scooped up in your strong arms. You carry me across the room and ascend the stairs.

I am a little taken aback by your forwardness. You usually look forward to bedding me when you return home, as do I, but you are not usually this aggressive. I find myself getting quite excited. It had been too long since I had enjoyed your touch, felt the heat of your sex inside me. I've only had memories of you and my own touch to sate my desires these last few weeks. "Shouldn't we at least dry ourselves off first?" I ask with a smile. 

"I like you all wet," you respond.

You bring me into our bedroom and I let out a squeal as you roughly dump me onto the bed. The wet hair clings to my face as I lay back on the bed looking up at you. I can hear you breathing heavily as you grab at the front of my soaked blue frock. There is a loud ripping sound as you tear it open. "Hey, go easy!" I protest, "There's no need to ruin my clothes."

You just let out a laugh as your hands lewdly grope at my firm boobs. Then you crawl over me and move your head down to my chest. Your hands squeeze around the taut flesh of my breast as your mouth seals around my nipple and begins sucking forcefully. I gasp for breath beneath you. I let out small yelps as you continue to maul my pert breasts. You move your face over to the other protruding pink nipple and suck, lick and nibble at it. All the while, your hands are forcefully groping at me. I'm not accustomed to you being so rough. The stimulation is quite intense and small darts of pain shoot through me when your teeth clamp down on my sensitive nubs.

Soon you look up at my hot face and lick your lips. "Beautiful," you exhale as you brush my wet hair aside and then move up and begin to kiss me passionately. I moan softly and kiss you back as our tongues fervently rub against each other. Your hand runs up my leg and slides under my skirt, groping at my inner thigh.

We stop kissing for a moment and I catch my breath, "Oooh, my, Paden, you're like a wild beast!"

"You drive me that way, sweet wife!" Your fingers begin pressing hard into the soft fabric of my panties. I feel the potent rubbing in my soft folds and my pussy tingles and moistens. I moan softly with your lewd touch. My exposed breasts are heaving as I breathe deeply, I can see they are reddened from your attentions, and small droplets of water still run down the fleshy mounds. 

Then your hand pulls away and you begin tugging at my blue frock. I squirm about and raise myself and help to get it off, but you are not gentle as you rip it away from my body. You toss the wet torn clothing to the side and then waste no time freeing me of my panties. You have a hungry look on your face as you spread my slender thighs apart and gaze at my glistening rosy slit. 

I look up at you as you hurriedly pull your grey undershirt up over your head. My blood runs hot as I look upon your sexy muscular torso and strong arms. My eyes are drawn down to the bulge in your brown leather pants. Your hands fumble at the laces at the front and then your impressive erection is freed. I bite my lip as my eyes linger over your beautiful thick shaft and darker swollen head. I spread my legs apart, inviting you to take me.

You get onto the bed and settle between my spread legs. You then roughly grab my thighs and raise my groin in front of you. Soon I feel your meaty cock rubbing into my aching slit. I gasp as you push forward and split me open, sinking into me with one hard thrust. My cunt is stretched tightly around your thick pulsing member and I writhe beneath you. "Aaaagh, yesss. Ooh Paden," I cry out in passion.




Home Again



You pull back and then grunt and groan as you give me deep hard thrusts. I moan 

beneath you. The water shakes off both of us and soaks the bed as we vigorously fuck. You hold my legs tightly as your hard thrusts buck me. You are banging me hard and deep, and I cry out at the intensity. What has got into you? You are not usually this rough, not without my encouragement, anyway.

You let go of my legs and shift your weight on top of me. Then you start slapping your groin down between my spread legs, squashing me into the soft mattress with each deep stroke. I feel your big hard cock plowing through my hugging pussy and prodding so deep into me. I continue to moan and gasp with the intense potent pleasure. "Oh, ooh, oh Godess! Nngh, my love..."

I look up at your face, you are breathing heavily as you exert yourself, and seem to be wearing a blissful smug expression. You look down into my eyes and give a tight smile, "Aaaah, yess! That's good. Take it, Bitch!" 

You never call me that, but I don't give it much thought. My mind is in a daze and I just let out a series of moans as you continue to pound into me at a steady pace. 

Your cock slips out and rubs up my wet groin as you let out a groan. My empty sodden cunt still throbs strongly. "Oh, Paden..." I sigh. Then your hand slips behind my head and pulls me forward. I quickly lift myself up from the damp mattress and move toward your face, thinking that you want to kiss again, but I find my head being forcefully pushed down toward your hard wet cock. 

"Use your sweet mouth, Bitch." You say as you hold my face down and rub the round wet head over my hot cheek. You don't need to be so forceful, you could just ask nicely. I wrap my hand around the thick shaft and take the tip into my mouth. I want to make you feel good. I stroke your turgid member while my lips seal tightly around you and my tongue rubs the underside of your swollen glans. I suck you hard as I bob my head down, taking you deeper.

You groan with pleasure as I suck and stroke your cock. Your fingers run through my damp hair. I can taste my own juices on your meaty rod. You smell different, somehow. Perhaps it's because you have been travelling through the rain, but you have more of a musty earthy smell. 

You hold my head and begin thrusting your cock into my sucking mouth. I give muffled cries of protest as you roughly fuck my face. The fat head keep prodding into the back of my throat making me gag. I try to pull away but you have a firm grip of my head and just keep pumping into my mouth. 

Finally you let me go and I cough and gasp. Tears fill my eyes and blur my vision. "Why are you being so rough with me?!" I ask. 

"I told you, you drive me wild, dear wife." You then roughly flip me over on the bed. You raise me up on my knees with my rear in the air and start giving hard slaps to my pale bottom. I cry out and flop down onto the bed. Your strange behavior is starting to concern me. 

I turn to you, "Please Paden, just make love to me like you usually do."

"I'm going to make love to your tight asshole," you say with a grin.

I look at you in disbelief, "You never do that!" 

Your hand slaps down on my ass and then fingers begin probing around my little pucker. "I missed you, dear little Opel. I want to explore every inch of you. You want to please me, don't you?"

"...Yes," I say reluctantly. I do want to please you. I had not done that since you saved me from the brothel. I used to hate it when my clients paid the extra for that, particularly when they were big and rough. My ass would hurt for days. "Just be gentle, okay Honey?"

You chuckle as you come forward and grope at my butt. You shuffle over me and I feel your hefty cock rub along the cleft between my reddened cheeks. I brace myself as your blunt head prods into my netherhole. You push forward and I grit my teeth and groan as my sphincter is painfully stretched open and your cock sinks into me. You give a hard thrust, making me cry out as your fat member is wedged deep up my ass.

You then reach forward and push my head into the mattress as you begin pumping me with deep hard thrusts. I let out a series of cries and gasps as you pin me beneath you and fuck me hard. "Ahh, yeah, Bitch...so tight!" You grunt and groan with pleasure and ignore my pleas. I eventually calm down and lay still as I take your deep thrusts into my clenching asshole. It is not like making love to you at all, it's like my body is being ravished by a lust-filled beast.

You keep at it for a while before you stop thrusting and leave your cock prodding deep into my rectum. Then you slowly pull back, inch by inch, until your fat organ is released from my body's tight grasp and my aching hole is left gaping and empty.

You get off of me and crawl up to the head of the bed. I lie still for a moment, my sore ass is still throbbing. My passions have been extinguished, I just feel violated and confused. Slowly, I turn and look at you sitting with your back to the bedhead. Your big wet cock is still poking up from your lap. You give me a tight smile, "Come over here and suck me again, wife."

I blink the tears from my eyes, "What's the matter with you, Paden? You're treating me like a whore!"

"You like being treated like a whore."

I can't believe it. That is something you would never say. Not after you promised me I would never be a whore again. Since you arrived home you have not been yourself. I suddenly recalled the dream I had, where you were consumed by a shifting changing shadow beast. I know that mystical forces exist in our world, and you can't always believe what you see. And I also realize that you had not cum. A terrible thought sends a chill right through me. I had to be certain.

I compose myself and wince as I sit up on the bed. My poor ass. "I just want to make you happy my love...You know, your mother will be visiting tomorrow, she'll be glad to see you have returned."

"Why do you mention my mother now?" you ask gruffly.

"I just remembered. Wouldn't you like to see her again?"

You stare at me coldly for a moment before replying, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

Because you laid flowers on her grave the day before you left. I know for certain now, and I suddenly feel sick and terrified, this man in my bed is not you at all.

The thing that was pretending to be you impatiently waved at his cock, "Now come and put that pretty mouth to good use, Dear."

I was frozen with fear, my heart pumped rapidly in my chest and my mind was racing. Yet I did my best to act natural. "Uh...how...how about I do that other thing that you really like."

"What other thing?" 

"You know. With that special item that you gave me," I say, giving him a wink and nodding down to the chest at the foot of our bed. 

The Impostor narrows his eyes and then slowly nods his head. "...Very well." 

I flash him a smile and slip off the bed. The chest is unlocked and I lift up the lid. The stranger in our bed just eyes me cautiously, but can't see what I'm doing. My heart is beating fast and I work to calm myself. Sitting amongst our possessions, I see the small box made of quality wood. Inside it is the advanced gnomish-designed weapon that you had left for my protection. A weapon called "The Flintlock Pistol." I wrap my hand around the curved steel handle. It is already prepped and loaded in case of an emergency.

"Come on, hurry up, Dear!" he says impatiently.

I cock the weapon and take a deep breath as I work up my courage. Then I stand and point the pistol at the intruder who looks exactly like you.

"What is that?" he asks calmly.

"It's a weapon that will instantly blow a hole in your head. So don't move!" I make an effort to keep my hands from shaking. 

The impostor looks calm and unfazed. "Ah, so that question about his mother was a test. You've figured it out. Maybe you're not quite as dumb as you appear, half-elf."

"Who the fuck are you?! Where is Paden?...Did you possess him?"

He turns and swings his legs over the edge of the bed and his back is facing me. I keep the weapon pointed at his head. "I said don't move," I yell.

"Who am I? I'm the one who killed your beloved husband, dear Opel."

The words hit me like a projectile, and my heart almost stops. "No! He can't be dead!"

"Of course he can be. He came up against me...and I am a God!" In the corner of my eye I see a long tentacle slip out from under the bed and whip up toward my arm. I cry out in surprise as the pistol is slapped out of my hands. Suddenly more long thin tentacles shoot toward me and wrap around both my arms. I yelp as I'm yanked onto the bed.

I struggle to get up, but find that I am held down firmly. The monster comes closer and brushes my hair from my face. He looks at me with your dark eyes, "My name is Bachrus. I have the power to change my form at will. I had my own army, The Order of the Leviathan, they worshipped me as a deep sea God, and I was consolidating a great deal of power. But then your husband and his friends came along and ruined everything. Killed my most loyal followers and convinced the rest that I was a false God. It really was an annoying setback."

I groaned and struggled on the bed as another fleshy tentacle writhed over my bare skin. "But I made your arrogant husband pay. Who did he think he was to take on a God like me? I took on the form of one of his companions and stabbed him in the back. He never saw it coming."

"Cowardly bastard!" I growled.

"He didn't die right away, though. I tortured and tormented him for some time. And I found a drawing of his lovely wife in his pack. I told him that I would come and pay you a visit, see that you were taken care of. That seemed to upset him very much. So here I am, forfilling my promise. Hehehe."

"You're not a God, you're just scum!"

"That's what your husband said, then I ran a blade through him and threw him into a river."

Tears well in my eyes as I fall into a pit of despair. "Then kill me too, you Asshole," I sob.

"No, not yet. We're going to have some more fun." The tentacles pull me up and I'm forced to sit up on the bed with my arms held above my head. I can see the two tentacles holding me are coming out from his back, the one that struck me has grown out of his leg. He obscenely still wears your face as he gives me a cruel smile. "Now that the charade is over, I can really give you something special."

His hard cock then begins to grow longer and longer right before my eyes. It is becoming a tentacle as it slithers out from his body and over my damp skin. It rubs up between my breasts and his hands reach forward and begin lewdly groping me again. The tentacle cock slides up further until it is rubbing over my hot face. "Aren't you going to give me a suck, sweet Opel?" Bachrus taunts.

The fat cockhead pushes into my lips, and I turn my head away. He then pinches my nipple hard and twists it, I'm struck with sharp pain and cry out. Then the cock pushes into my mouth and begins rocking back and forth, fucking my hot teary face. 

Bachrus stops pinching my nipple and chuckles as he holds his hand up in front of my face. A mouth has formed in his palm. It opens up and I see a tongue and teeth within it, then it seems to smile at me. It is an incredibly bizarre sight. The hand moves down and cups my breast again, and I feel the wet rough tongue swirling around my nipple. Then the lips seal into my soft skin and begin sucking at my sensitive nub.

A hand gropes at my other breast and I feel another mouth licking and sucking me. I moan around the thick cock still thrusting through my lips, prodding into the back of my throat. More fleshy tentacles are rubbing over my skin. I feel them coiling around my legs, and they tighten and pull at me. My legs are raised off the bed and spread apart wide. I make muffled protests as the tentacle cock pumps into my mouth. 

"Heheheh, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, little half-elf bitch. I just wish your bastard husband could have seen this." I look at him through teary eyes and see more long cock tentacles grow out from his crotch. I don't care any more, the sick bastard can do what he wants to my body, he has already taken you away from me, and I don't want to carry on.

The tentacle moves to my exposed groin and I shudder as I feel the blunt tip prod around my puffy netherlips. It then forces its way into me, stretching my pussy open as it grinds its way in deeper. It feels huge. I yelp and gasp around the cock in my mouth. It slides in deeper and deeper until my cunt is filled with the monstrous invader. Then it begins giving me deep hard thrusts that buck my whole body. I cry out at the overwhelming sensations.

I then feel another fat cockhead pushing into my tender ass. It stretches my hole open and pushes in deep while the other big cock pumps my pussy unabated. I have two big cocks giving disjointed thrusts into my pussy and ass while another slides through my lips and fucks my face. My sore breasts are being roughly groped and sucked and licked by the freakish mouth hands. 

I gasp and moan around the fleshy rod as my body is relentlessly violated by the shapeshifting monster. I can see that Bachrus is breathing heavily and exerting himself and also groaning with pleasure as he keeps thrusting his tentacle cocks into me. His hand moves down and the tongue begins probing around my slit as the thick shaft rocks back and forth into it. He is licking and sucking around my clit, sending unwanted tingling pleasure through me.

I feel the carnal pleasure quickly building inside my ravished body. All the stimulation is too much for me to take. The cock in my mouth pulls out and I gasp for breath while it slaps against my wet cheek. Then I begin moaning loudly as I reach my peak. "Aaaah, Oh fuck! Oooh, gaaaah!" My pussy flutters and clasps even tighter around the thrusting member. My whole body pulses with the blissful release emanating from my lower body. 

I'm left hot and gasping, my mind in a daze. The thick cocks continue to thrust up my cunt and ass, splattering out my warm juices. I feel guilty and ashamed for getting off on this evil bastard's crude violations. 

Bachrus let's out a taunting laugh, "Hehehe, I knew a whore like you would love being taken this way. Your pathetic Paden could never make you feel like that." He slows down his thrusts and then pulls his tentacle cocks out of me. I'm dropped onto the bed and lay there limply. My face is hot and wet with tears, my breasts are rosy red and my chest rises and falls quickly as I get my breath. My ravished orifices are still throbbing strongly.

I look up and see Bachrus smiling down at me with your face and I'm filled with anger and hatred. "I'll never enjoy being taken by a disgusting monster like you. You may pretend to be Paden, but you will never be half the man he is."

"Don't you mean "was" my little bitch? Perhaps I don't want to be a man. What did you say to me earlier? I'm like a wild beast?"

I watch on as he begins to change shape again. His tentacles retract into his body as it grows larger. His face shifts into a more bestial form with a long snout, sharp teeth and large pointed ears. His arms grow longer with large clawed hands. Black shaggy fur sprouts up all over his monstrous body. A huge dark erection pokes out aggressively from his furry groin with a bulging knot near the base. The monster stands eight feet tall, hunched over, and I look up at it in horror.

I quickly try to get away, but his long arms reach out for me and snatch me up. Bachrus lets out a deep throaty laugh as he pulls me closer to him. He stoops down to bring his bestial head close to mine and I feel his hot breath on my skin. His big rough tongue licks along my face and I clench my teeth and turn away in disgust. 

"Let go of me, Asshole!" I cry out.

And then he quickly raises his head, "Quiet! I hear something." I hear something too, footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't believe it. Your sword appears at the doorway and then you appear behind it. "Paden!" I know it is really you, my dear Paden, my knight in shining armor. You are really alive, and you are here to save me once again. You are holding your sword in front of you, dressed in a simple grey shift, brown pants and boots.

"Bachrus!" you call out. "You evil bastard! Get away from my wife!"

"Thornhill! No...I killed you!" growls the beast. I yelp as he holds me up and brings his claws to my throat. "Don't come any closer, or I'll tear her neck open."

"You are not so good at killing me, Bachrus. I held on to life so that I could come back and show you how it's done. Now stop being a coward and hiding behind a woman. Let her go and face me, this is between me and you."

"Whelp! Who are you to take on a God?!"

"You're not a God. You're just a cowardly thug who squanders his power." I struggle against him, but he holds me tightly. I figure that certain areas of his body must be sensitive if he enjoys sex. I look down and bring my foot forward, then kick it back as hard as I can, slamming my heel into the tip of his fat cock. Bachrus howls in pain and jerks his hand away from my throat. You instantly launch a dagger right into the arm that's holding me. He cries out again as I drop to the bed. I quickly shuffle over and drop onto the hardwood floor. His tentacles reach out for me as I roll under the bed.

I hear you rushing forward and slashing your blade. The sounds of crashing, yelling, growling, smashing and scuffling fill the room. From under the bed I can see your boots and his large furry feet move about as the two of you battle each other. 'Come on Paden, kill the bastard!" I think, as I lay there tensely. Everything is happening so fast. 

I hear our wall mirror shatter as someone is thrown into it. Then there is more yelling and a loud reverberating crash. I am shocked to see that the outer wall has been destroyed, and the two of you are no longer in the room. I gather my courage and crawl out from under the bed. 

I hear the battle resuming outside. Through the large gap of the crumbled wall I can see the night sky and the houses across the street. I step forward and look out. The rain has stopped and the moonlight is reflected in puddles all along the dirt road. You appear to be hurt as you vigorously defend against the black monster's claw and tentacle strikes. I watch on helplessly. It is so much like my dream, it is scary. 

I can't let that monster hurt you. I rush back into the room and grab the flintlock pistol off the floor. I run through the doorway, down the stairs and out of our front door. I can't see either of you as I slow to a walk and cautiously make my way to our front gate. I am naked, sore, fatigued and terrified as I hold the small weapon out in front of me.

I see your sword lying in the middle of the muddy road, and then I spot you as you lay wounded on the ground in the darkness. "Paden!" I call out as I rush over to you, you are hurt and bleeding. You look up at me as I lift you in my arms, "Opel...it's not safe." 

Then I hear your voice call out to me from further away, "Get away from him!" Another Paden comes limping out toward me, also wounded and bleeding. "That's not me, get away from him!" Oh shit. I quickly back off and hold the pistol out in front of me. 

"No, he's Bachrus. Shoot him!" says the Paden on the ground. 

The other Paden drags himself closer, "Sweetheart, It's me."

I don't know what to do. You need help, but I can't tell which one is the real you. 

"Give me the weapon, Opel," says the Paden on the ground, "I'll shoot him."

"No, don't give it to him, he's Bachrus," says the other.

I point the pistol at the Paden on the ground and look over at the standing Paden, "I love you."

He takes another step forward, "I love you too, Dear."




Home Again



"In this life and the next," you reply as you lay on the muddy ground. I raise the pistol and point it at Bachrus. 

He has a shocked look on his face, "No..wait!" I pull the trigger and the pistol makes a loud bang and bucks in my hand. Bachrus lets out a sharp cry as the ball shoot into his eye. He drops back onto the ground and his legs twitch for a moment before he falls completely still.

"Paden!" I drop the pistol and rush to your side again. "Are you okay?"

"Ngghh...I'll be all right, after a little healing." You reach up and gently caress my face with your hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I say as I bend down and kiss you on the lips. The neighbors are beginning to stir and make their way out onto the street to see what was happening. I look back at Brachus and see black smoke rising from the body. It doesn't look like you any more, the corpse is black and lumpy all over, a vaguely humanoid shape. His true form is damn ugly.

You look over at him too, "You have just earned yourself an impressive bounty, Opel. What are you going to do with all that gold?"

I smile and kiss you again. I know what I'm going to do with it. You will never be a bounty hunter again.



Home Alone



Cheryl was the shy, quiet type, or so she seemed... She didn't have many friends. She also had a secret. Something that nobody knew. She was bisexual. 

Suzie, on the other hand, was the most popular girl in school. She had the looks and brains that any guy would drool over. Cheryl secretly fantasized about Suzie. Every night, when she was just about to go to sleep. her hands would travel up and down her body and she would imagine Suzie's soft, delicate digits doing this. Just the thought of Suzie so close to her would almost bring her to orgasm. Little did she know, her fantasy would soon become reality...

It was a Saturday morning and Cheryl was all alone and bored out of her mind. Her family would be gone until late that night. She walked over to her computer and got online. She smiled as her favorite erotica site popped up. 

"Just what I need," she said as she found a hot, steamy story to read. She had just read the first paragraph when there came a knock on the door. "Perfect." She muttered as she walked to the door. She moved her light brown hair out of her face and opened the door. Her jaw dropped. There, standing right in front of her, was Suzie. 

As many times as she had fantasized about this moment, she never dreamed that it would come true. But here she was, all dolled up in her cute little catholic schoolgirl uniform. 

"Hi Cheryl!" squeaked Suzie. 

"Um...h-hi Suzie," Cheryl stammered. 

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Oh...yeah...come on in," she finally blurted out. She was too busy checking out Suzie's fantastic body to realize she was nearly drooling. 

Suzie walked inside and sat on the couch. Cheryl was right behind her, checking out her hot ass, which slightly peeked out because her skirt was so high. Cheryl looked up and saw that Suzie's nipples her like small pebbles in her shirt. She could feel herself getting wet. 

"So...uh...Suzie, what brings you to my neck of the woods today?"

Suzie sharpened her gaze on Cheryl. 

" Let's cut to the chase. I have seen you staring at me in study hall. You look like the type of woman who knows what she wants. I like that." Suzie opened her legs a little so that Cheryl could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Cheryl had seen pussy, but none as beautiful as the one in front of her. 

'Oh my god...'Cheryl thought, 'Is this really happening? 'If only she knew what was going to happen next...

After a few seconds of silence, Suzie spoke up. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?", Suzie licked her lips and parted her legs a little more, teasing Cheryl. Cheryl know she had been found out, so she figured there was no reason to play dumb. She walked over to the couch and sat next to Suzie. "You're right. I have been watching you. You make me so horny I can barley contain myself."

"Now that's the Cheryl I get hot for." She growled and moved her face close to Cheryl's. Cheryl pounced on top of Suzie, kissing her passionately. Her tongue exploring every inch of Suzie's mouth. When the kiss was broken, Cheryl sat up with a smile. 

"Oh Cheryl, I have been waiting for that for the longest time!"

Cheryl had a surprised look on her face. 

"You aren't the only one with fantasies baby." Suzie grinned and put a hand on Cheryl's shoulder. Her other hand unbuttoned the top button on her shirt. She unbuttoned each button until there were none left. She opened the shirt, exposing Cheryl's supple breasts and rock hard nipples. Suzie took the shirt off completely and took Cheryl's hand in her own. She then placed it on her shirt. Cheryl then lifted Suzie's shirt from her body, exposing the most beautiful breasts she had ever seen. 

"They are all for you", Suzie said as if reading Cheryl's mind. "Now, what are we going to do about those?" Suzie said and pointed to Cheryl's jeans. She helped Cheryl out of them and her moistened cotton undies. She then slipped out of her own skirt. They stood admiring for what seemed like hours when Cheryl said, "Close your eyes." 

Suzie closed her eyes and took Cheryls hand, anticipating what was to come. Cheryl led Suzie to her room. "Sit on the bed and keep your eyes closed. I will be right back." And with that, Cheryl ran off to the kitchen. 

When she came back, she found Suzie laying on her back, pleasuring herself and moaning softly. "Well well well, someone couldn't wait now could they?" She said with a grin. "Get on your stomach. We're going to play a little game." 

"Oh, I like games!" Giggled Suzie. 

"It's called don't make a sound. The rules are simple. I'm going to test you. Whatever I do, don't make a sound. Ready?"

"Oh yeah!" 

"Good." Cheryl smiles and climbed on top of Suzie. She picked up an ice cube and trailed it down her spine. Suzie gasped. "Not a sound!" Cheryl warned. 

Suzie kept quiet. Cheryl put the ice between her teeth and traced it down her ass crack. Suzie squirmed with pleasure but remained silent. "You're good Suzie. I didn't think you would last this long." She smiled. "Turn over!" Cheryl commanded. Suzie obeyed. Cheryl took the ice and trailed it down between Suzie's breasts and down to her belly button. Then she touched the ice to each of her nipples. "Oh my god!" Suzie couldn't contain herself any longer. Cheryl smiled with pleasure. 

"You lose" She said triumphantly. 

"MMM...That was fun" Suzie moaned. 

"Oh no no no Suzie, we aren't done yet! There's still the little matter of your punishment!" snickered Cheryl 

Cheryl went to her dresser and got four silk handkerchiefs. She walked back to Suzie and took her hand. She wrapped one of the handkerchiefs around Suzie's arm and the bedpost. She did this to each one of her appendages until she was tied, spread eagle on the bed. Cheryl smiled at her work. Then she got on the bed in the space between Suzie's legs. She was now face to face with the pussy that she had been craving for years. She couldn't believe it. This perfect pink, tight little wonder was hers for the taking. She leaned up and planted little kisses on Suzie's neck and kissed each light brown nipple. Suzie cried out in pleasure. "Please...don't tease me like this!" Suzie pleaded. Cheryl parted Suzie's moist, pink lips. She flicked her tongue over Suzie's swollen clit. 

"Mmmm oh God!" Cried Suzie. She was going crazy. Cheryl, without warning, plunged her tongue into her warm cavern. She thrust her tongue in and out, like a miniature cock. Suzie's hips bucked up to meet each thrust. Then, Cheryl found the special place deep inside of Suzie and flicked her tongue wildly. Suzie arched her back as a huge orgasm shook her body, splashing cum onto Cheryl's face. She eagerly lapped it up and kissed Suzie passionately, much like their first kiss. She let Suzie taste her own cum and untied her. 

"Cheryl, that was everything I dreamed it to be...wow...I can definitely see myself over here next weekend to return the favor."



Home Alone



I woke up this morning to find that I was alone again in my large bed. I glanced over at the empty bed space where my wife once lay. Her shifts at work have been starting earlier and lasting longer just lately, leaving me bored and alone at home.

Just thinking of being alone caused a stirring sensation down below. My cock had developed into a semi-hardon and my instinctive reaction was to reach down and gently stroke myself. It felt so good. My free hand also knew exactly where to go now, and it began to tease my nipples. Wicked thoughts and ideas filled my mind as I played with myself. I was after all, alone in this big house and feeling very horny.

Just then, I knew exactly what I wanted to achieve this morning. The very thought of it brought my cock to full hardness and I began to jerk myself off. I could feel my cream being produced by my balls with each stroke, filling my sack, such a wonderful feeling. I wanted to produce and produce as part of my wicked plan. I was almost at cumming point with my balls feeling full of milk. My god it was hard to break off but stop I did. My heart was pumping and my mind was racing ahead to the bedroom scene I had in mind. 

I headed for the shower room and began to give myself a hot soapy cleanse. As I did so I began to imagine what delights lay in store for me within my wife's lingerie closet. I began to play with myself once more under the hot steamy water jets. I lost sight of my feet under the soapy lather that cascaded down my long frame. Once again I was at climax point but stopped. I was a little too late in stopping this time around and I saw the tell tale sign of pre-cum ooze from my purple headed cock. I quickly swabbed it away with my finger before it was lost. I ordered myself to bring that finger to my mouth, where I sucked it clean. I let the rich flavours flourish within my mouth and gave the order to swallow. 'Mmmm, delicious, but that's just the starter,' I told myself.

I returned to the morning coolness in my bedroom and stripped the duvets from the bed, leaving just the cool sheets. Standing naked, clean and dry in front of the closet, I pulled on the double doors and stepped backwards as they opened towards me. Through the dimness of the closet my eyes were drawn to the middle shelf where the soft and shiny lingerie lay. I felt so naughty. There was a gap in the curtains of my ground level window but that was not important right now. I concentrated on what I would wear for the next twenty minutes or so. 

I stepped into a pair of black, silk French knickers and pulled on a black, silk chemise, and lay myself down on the cool bed sheets, looking upwards to the high Edwardian roof. I reached down for my cock and began to work myself over very slowly. The chemise on my nipples felt cool and smooth as I teased them through the silk. They were standing proud and erect causing a slight crease in the lovely black silk. 'Mmmm, what a feeling, and so naughty too dressed like this. I remained focused for my objective for this morning – namely to taste a mouthful of my own cum, just for curiosity. Why do women love it so much? I was about to discover why very soon. My balls were full to bursting and as I stroked, images of women I'd love to fuck entered my mind. I was at the brink of cumming. I ordered my free hand to go below and wait open, like a short-stop's glove ready to catch the semen. I climaxed strong and powerful sending a jet of warm sticky semen into my 'gloved' hand. 'Bring it to my mouth I demanded,' and as I did so I licked my hand clean and swallowed it all. I shot more and more cum each time cleaning off my hand. 

Will there be an end to the amount of cum I was producing? I hoped not. It tasted of a delicious sweet and salty COCKtail. I should have done this long ago. I must have swallowed ten handfuls before my sack emptied completely. How naughty am I? I thought.



Home Alone



The ritual began as an act of purification, a self-induced purging. It crescendoed into a morning of raunchy sexual exploration.

The morning began just like any ordinary day. Two cups of coffee, interaction with family members, a quick glance at the newspaper, farewells to those leaving for their day's commitments and then the house was still and quiet. I found myself alone with the dog. 

The first decision was to "not be home" to telephone rings nor knocks on the door. After securing the locks and turning off the ringer, I began the task of gathering the necessities, a towel, a pillow, a jar of Vaseline, the enema bag, and an extra container for additional water. Music seemed to be a missing element. Thumbing through the compact discs my hand found Seals & Crofts.

Somewhere between the first and second track, my mind recalled a recent evening with you. You read to me excepts from one of your findings from the Internet pertaining to enema play and pleasures. An instant replay of our evening’s play flashed through my mind. My body surged with sexual alertness. I felt horny!. Really horny! The imprint of our adventure made me craves to feel that pivotal moment when pain and pleasure cross thresholds making one indistinguishable from the other.

What provisions would be necessary to insure the fulfillment of one's whims and provide the ultimate gratification? Fantasy! That was the essential ingredient! 

I went to our "toy box" and opened it with the key. After sinking to my knees, I began to filter through the treasures we have collected through our years together. My first find was a movie that did not look familiar. It was an Andrew Blake film, one I could not remember having seen before. Wonderful! This would be my focal point. How wicked I felt at the idea of viewing an erotic movie in private.

Other toys seemed to gravitate to the surface as though signaling "Take me! Take me!" I took nipple clips and the battery operated pink vibrator called "the rabbit".

I prepared a pallet on the floor at the foot of our bed. within fingertip reach I lay the toys meant to distract me from any discomfort. The movie was already in the VCR. 

What next? Oh, yes, the final puzzle piece, the instrument to test my tolerance! I filled the bag with very warm water. I was too anxious, too stimulated, to wait for the time it took to prepare catnip, still I did want something added to the water that would entice my body to relax and enjoy. Damiana seemed a natural choice. Hopefully it might also escalate my sexual appetite to one of unabashed submission to pleasure. I hung the bag from one of the brass hooks on the side of the full sized oval mirror. An unexpected laugh escaped my throat! This positioning would not allow me to escape the images of my own situation. There would be one erotic movie before my eyes on the television and another to my right reflecting the live action of my body responding the stimulus that would surround it and penetrate it.

The final step of preparation was to fill a second container of water so that as the first quart entered my bowels, the second would follow immediately behind it. 

I pressed start on the VCR and curled into a comfortable position on the pallet. Immediately, startlingly beautiful images filled the room in a style only Andrew Blake seems able to produce. A young beautiful heroine is sent by her lover to explore her sexual desires by exposing her to an environment of other beautiful people on a similar quest. There were guides or teachers to lead the way. A postulate, and I use the word in lieu of novice (for no one here was a novice!) was not ever threatened or placed in a position where one would experience fear. On the contrary, one was free to watch, self-satisfy or participate with others. Total liberty to do as one pleased. 

The first scenario that caught my attention was in an opening scene when the young woman first arrived at the mansion. A man and a woman stood in front of an ornate fireplace staring seductively at each other; another "leggy” dark brunette dressed in a short red leather skirt and a scanty black off the shoulder blouse sat to their right a few feet away. As the heroine watched, the dark woman slipped from the chair and to a crawling position. The couple turned to watch her. She crawled with the grace of a large cat; she made her way alluringly towards them. It became obvious that the object of her desire was the man. Like a jungle cat she purred and slid her body for his approval. With her eyes cast upward she dropped her head and licked the tops of his shoe. The heroine questioned how one could allow herself to submit to such a place where one relinquished self-control. As the scene progressed she realized that the submissive was in actuality the one who had the control. 

Interesting concept. Yes, I could accept that to be truth in fact.

By this time my breathing was definitely increased. I reached over for the hose extension and lubricated it generously before slipping the nozzle through my sphincter-ring. The warm flow of water began to gently fill me. What a wanton witch I was to be naked on the floor with water filling my gut while the bedroom was alive with the images of a man bathing a woman's shaved vagina with his tongue. 

I continued to do the deep breathing routine to allow the water access to deepest points of me when the bag gurgled the signaling sounds that it had emptied. Thus far I had experienced no pain, only bliss. After pouring the next quart and started the new flow, I saw myself in the mirror for the first time. Surprisingly, I smiled at my own image in acceptance of my escape from normality. 

Halfway through the second flow, I began to experience the first pangs of cramping. Not to worry, sweetheart, I've planned for this! The time was ripe to re-focus on things that would direct my attention away from cramping and towards relaxation so that my body would accept more of the fluid. The first toy within my grasp was the clips. I fastened on the left nipple adjusting the tension level until it stung. Moving on to the right nipple, I repeated the procedure. My nipples hardened immediately. As my senses adjusted to the pressure on my nipple, the last of the water emptied into the dark crevice of my bowel. I laid there in a state of repose the hose still tucked deep within while I viewed the next vinet. 

Two people stood on the plateau of a marble staircase. Both were blond, one wore a tuxedo with a short ponytail secured at the nape of the neck. The other wore a black strapless dress with ruffles that cascaded below her knees. Her own blond hair hung in curls to her waist. They were in an embrace sharing an intimate wet tongue kiss. Once again the heroine watched and narrated her feelings and responses to the encounter being performed before her eyes. "In this house, things are not always what they seem. Here everyone is free to do as they please." 

The seduction continued with the exposure of her breasts. The poneytailed head dropped to suckle them and ply them with relentless fingers. The hem of the dress was raised exposing her nakedness beneath.

The camera then panned to them sprawled out on the steps. Here I was privy to the most sensual tonguing I have ever witnessed. Wet, wet licks, with long deliberate strokes, nibbles that caressed the clitoris alone, and a sucking motion where the clitoris and lips that sheathed it were taken firmly in her lips and pulled while the bud grew and elongated from the attention it received. The camera pulled back to show both participants. Only then did I see that the tuxedo jacket and shirt had been removed and in so doing another beautiful set of bare breasts touched the others. Both participants were equally beautiful women! 

Involuntary urgings issued a "storm warning" for the very near future. Removing the hose, I rolled over to my right side. As I stood my own reflection was somewhat startling. My abdomen was destended, beginning just beneath the stomach it rounded outward resulting in the appearance of a woman beginning her third trimester of pregnancy. Almost with a loving caress, my hand stroked the outer skin as though soothing a fetus within, our fetus. I took time pretending that I was pregnant with our child and preparing for its delivery. 

Contiuing with the imaginary birthing process I made my way to the "delivery room” and experienced the labor pains. Spasm after spasm and the contents emptied steadily. Once empty, I returned to the bedroom where one again I took my place on the pallet.


The movie continued to play its hypnotic spell. I watched with less awareness of Blake's visual offerings and more drawn within the drama unfolding in my own fantasy. I projected forward no longer playing the role of mother-to-be; now, I moved on to the role as your "toy". I imagined myself with my hands bound at the wrists with a pink satin sash, a blindfold covering my eyes so that I would be intent on listening to your voice and anticipating whatever events you planned for your pleasure, my mouth was also bound by the red ball lodged between my teeth to prevent any unacceptable protests on my part. You tell me that I can moan with pleasure or pain and that you my master will watch over me. I must trust you to care for his most favorite "toy"

The foreplay had once again built my passion to a level where I was ready to begin the filling process again. I positioned myself in front of the mirror on my knees, my ass riding high in the air. This time I drove the hose deeper within the awaiting vessel. My head was on the floor resting in the crook of my bound wrists. I envisioned the water traveling down the channels of my body. With this angle of penetration the water seemed to fill me at a much greater speed. I rocked my body rhythmically as though accepting the thrust of your penis up my ass rather than a water hose. Moaning my excitement, I again filled the bag. I rode the wave of water, your imaginary penis, until this bag too emptied. It was time to try a new level, so I added a third quart just to see what I was capable of. Never did I touch my genitals, my only sexual stimulation being the fantasy I created to make this "fucking" real. In my mind this third flow was me opening up to you with total relaxation that allowed you to thrust and penetrate me at will. I rocked and fucked you until this bag too consumed me. 

It was only as I straddled the toilet to relieve the bowels of the thorough cleansing it had just received that I touched my vagina. I stroked gently, only enough to stimulate the erogenous areas of my brain so that the flushing expulsion would be representative of a gigantic orgasm.

I am empty again and feeling so mellow. Stress was not something I felt nor something I could even begin to spell at that time

After dressing in the long purple night gown that I had bought for a New Year's Eve celebration in Percy Quinn, I sat on the love seat and picked up the book, The Devil's Sperm is Cold; I truly do not know from what part of the universe my next fantasy took form. Surfice it to say that I just let things happen as they happened. I went into the kitchen and took a measuring cup from the cabinet and filled it with one cup of red wine. This liquid of Bacchus was intended to fill me in the same manner as the water that had preceded it. However, this time it was not for expulsion. From the toy chest I remove the "tail" that signifies submission and brought it to the mirror. My fingertips held the hem of the gown and delicately traced the edges of my body while gathering the garment around my waist. I knelt on the floor in the same fashion that I had assumed before. The wine coated this passage in much the same manner that it would have bathed my throat had I chosen to ingest the liquid orally. It was so warm! I loved the feel of it! I imagined a direct circuitry between this orifice and the centers of pleasure in my brain. Taking the plug in hand, I took the thoroughly lubricated instrument and placed it at the nether ring of my anus. I took a deep breath and gently pushed with my rectal muscles to force the ring to open to its offering. The tip slid in with ease. The bulk followed just as easily. The ring snapped a tight grasp around the base securing it tightly within those walls. 

Standing I allowed the gown to fall gently down and cover my naked body. The tail was invisible to everything but to me and the knowledge that it so penetrated me. I walked around the room so that I could experience without any embarrassment what this tool was capable of producing. I made the bed, picked up the articles that had been left around and put them away.

Once the area was tidied, I spent time brushing my hair. I sat in front of my dressing table and stroked the hair and massaged my scalp until it tingled. The act of sitting on that hard stool forced the tool to spread the cannel wider and to accept it deeper within. It was breathtaking. I prolong this pleasure by cleansing my face and moisturized it too. I piled my hair on top of my head and tied it up with a purple matching bow,

Fifteen minutes had passed and the wine had found its way to my sensory zones. Unlike drinking alcohol, my body felt fluid, light, and drunk! But, my brain was clear. No evidence there of intoxication, only heightened awareness of stimulation to the skin

Accompanied by the vibrator you gave me two Christmas' s ago, I climbed into our bed to share on orgasm with you. As I raised the skirt of the gown the vision of the blond tail against the deep royal purple along with the knowledge that I was participating in such a solo game of sexual gratification set a tremor off in my body. The intestinal walls throbbed around the tail. After fluffing a grouping of pillows I reclined on them in much the same manner that Cleopatra might of done while ruling Egypt. I closed my eyes and willed you to be there with me. I put the vibrator between my legs and turned it on. This electronic gadget was the symphony of sound that filled my mind's ear. I imagined you with your mouth cupped on my vagina, hungry to taste it. I felt you spread the lips wide and your tongue taking possession of my cunt. I wanted more! With the tip of the vibrator taking residence in my vagina and the wide-mouth base covering entirely the rest of my femaleness, I bumped and ground against the pulsation. In my mind your hand was thrusting the vagina wall filling me to capacity while your lips and teeth took control of my engorged clitoris. You fuck me relentlessly until I surrender my orgasms for your consumption. The walls of my vagina pulsate simultaneously with the walls of my anus still full with the girth of the tail. Juices spurt from deep within just as the clitoral orgasm washes down your throat.

Satiated, I fell back in pleasant exhaustion. After shocks continued to roll through me for over ten minutes I rode them curled in fetal position with my hand between my legs. I lay their "in your arms” in total surrender to my lover, my master, my mate.

I waited impatiently for you to arrive home. I was ready to beg you to take me. I wanted you to silently spank me so that my ass was hot and red; I was prepared to be filled over and over again for your pleasure. My ass cleansed for you and eager to have you possess it and fill it with your hard penis, to have you thrust and thrust and ride me until I could revel in your juices spilling deep within as the last liquid offering of the day.



Home Alone



The weather had been fantastic. Cool and breezy, the sky was blue with tiny wisps of cottony clouds floating past. All day, Janey had been cleaning. While she worked, she opened the windows wide, turned on her cds loudly and enjoyed the feeling of making her home shiny and fresh. Today was wonderful. She had polished and dusted, vacuumed and mopped, all to the beat of her favorite music. As she worked, she could see Tony's yard crew in the backyard, cutting the grass and trimming the bushes. It was the one luxury that Janey and Rick allowed themselves, a professional lawn service to free up time to spend together. 

The fragrance of fresh-mown grass filled the house, competing with the pine scent of cleaners and the fresh smell of polish. Starting in the back of the house, in her bedroom, Janey worked her way into the kitchen at the other end, cleaning and organizing each room. Throughout the day, from various windows in different rooms, she could see the lawn guys in the yard, working diligently, talking, laughing. Tony was an old college friend of Rick's. He enjoyed the outdoors and watching things grow and had parlayed that love of nature into a thriving lawn service. It was a well-fit crew, all the men in their early 30's, buff and tanned. They tended to work shirtless and Janey shamelessly enjoyed the view. 

Finally, everything was clean. She enjoyed walking through her house and seeing the furniture gleaming, the floors freshly mopped. It gave her a sense of accomplishment. She also hoped that all the work would tire her and she would finally sleep through the night. Rick had been gone on a business trip for nearly a week and she missed him so much. They had been dating for over a year, living together for months now. She could occupy herself with work and friends during the day, but nights were hard for her. She had gotten used to having him with her, sharing tv, music, or just sitting together and reading. Cooking for one was no fun and she had started just picking at food since he left. She hoped tonight would be different. 

She was really tired from her busy day. Janey walked to the front of the house, closing and locking the windows and the door. Then she filled the tub with vanilla scented bath salts, lit some candles, got a bottle of sweet white wine from the fridge and settled in to soak. As she sipped the wine, she felt herself relax. She closed her eyes and just let her mind wander, thinking about Rick and what a wonderful life they shared. She was so comfortable, so happy. Janey told herself she would just rest her eyes for one minute and woke to feel herself slipping down into the water. Laughing out loud, she put down the wineglass and got out of the tub. She dried herself and wrapped in Rick's big terry robe, feeling closer to him that way. She took another sip of wine and left the bathroom, heading for the kitchen.

As she passed through her clean living room, she admired it again. The dining and living room windows were still opened, looking out into her freshly cared-for back yard, with its tall privacy fence. They often left these windows open at night, feeling safe with the high fence around them. Now, it was fully dark outside and Janey moved to close the windows, not feeling as secure with Rick out of town. She could feel the effects of the wine on her empty tummy, and swayed a little as she moved. As she passed the sofa, she felt a wave of dizziness and sat down to get her balance. Instead of feeling better, she felt more lightheaded, so she stretched out on the sofa, waiting for it to pass. Everything seemed a little surreal and floaty and Janey knew she should eat something and go to bed. While lying there, the robe opened a little and Janey's full breast popped into view. She circled the nipple with her fingers, and pinched lightly, delighted as always at her response.

Her hand lazily caressed her breast, cupping it, scratching the erect nipple, making it bumply and achy. She loved the feel of her smooth, soft skin and continue to fondle her breast with her fingertips. Her eyes closed and she dreamily touched herself as Rick would. She could feel the slight throbbing starting between her legs, and thought again how much she missed Rick and how much she wished he were home tonight. As she stroked her skin, her hips began to move. As she allowed her mind to shut down and just enjoyed the wonderful sensations of arousal, she heard a noise from outside. It was the gate being opened. 

She could hear Tony and his guys entering the yard, talking about some tool they had left behind. It was dark outside, but the living room was lit by candles and a softly glowing lamp. She knew she could be easily seen on the couch. As Janey began to move her hand and cover her breast, she had an impish thought. She loved watching all the guys as they worked, enjoyed it so much as they removed their shirts, exposing their well-toned muscles. She thought perhaps she would allow them a little glimpse of her. What could it hurt? They were outside and she was safely inside the house. Just thinking about it made her ache deep in her pink. She stayed as she was, even allowed the robe to open a little more. She could hear the voices as they entered the yard, came near the windows. She also heard the way the voices stopped as they saw her lying on the couch. She kept her eyes closed, and continued lightly stroking her breasts, making the nipples throb to life. She knew they had stopped outside the windows, and were watching her. It gave her a funny feeling, but she liked it. As she continued performing for the guys, the phone beside her rang. She answered it and was delighted to hear Rick's voice. Almost immediately, she told him what she was doing. Her voice was breathy and intimate. Rick was so excited by the thought, he kept making suggestions about what she should do. He began making love to her by phone, instructing her to open the robe, move her hands down her body, touch herself as he would. 

Janey kept her eyes closed, and turned her body, giving the men a better view of her. Her nipples were distended, her breasts squeezed together as she moved her hips to display her nakedness. She imagined the vision they were seeing. A naked woman, lying on the sofa, wrapped in a large white terry robe, gently caressing flesh they would love to touch. Her hands circled her breasts, holding them together and the nipples nearly touching. She listened to Rick as he said he was holding them, admiring them, getting ready to make love to her aching tits. 

Janey lifted one leg onto the arm of the sofa, spreading her thighs wider and giving the men a good look at her lustrous dark brown curlies. She knew that she was already excited and the lips were swelling, separating, exposing her shiny pinkness. Her fingers played a few more minutes with her dark nipples and then Rick suggested she move one hand down her body. Janey moved her right hand down her flat belly and started combing her springy curls with her little fingers. Her nails were painted bright red and she knew it would look enticing to see those shiny nails disappearing into the pretty bush. She continued to run her fingertips through her curlies, now lightly tracing her slit up and down. She could almost feel the men moving closer to the screen, could hear their breathing become faster.

They had stopped talking completely. Rick was whispering in Janey's ear, telling her to be sure the men could see what she was doing, asking her if she was enjoying everything. Her moan was her only reply. She could hear a zipper opening, followed by another and another, until she knew that all the men had opened their flies and probably taken out their hardening cocks. She imagined the sight of all those lovely erect cocks and got even more excited. Her fingers delved into her slit, still moving up and down, now finding her hot, wet pussy and sliding in. Her breath caught. Rick asked her what she was doing and she described her heat, her moisture and how very good her fingers felt deep inside. He told her to fuck herself, to stroke that hot pussy with her fingers, in and out, up and down. Then he asked her to describe for him what she was doing. It made Janey so excited to talk about cocks and pussies, she loved using words when making love. She told him all about how much she needed to be fucked, begged him to bring his cock and fuck her. She talked loudly, making sure the guys could hear the words she was using. "My cunt is so hungry, Rick. I need your hard cock in me, fucking me, making me come. Please, please, help me come!" 

Her sweet voice carried to the window and to the men so incredibly aroused by the scene. She could hear their ragged breathing, she could hear their moans, then she heard them come. One by one, the men shot their come onto her house or into the grass, and sighs of relief mixed with moans of pleasure. As they finished, Janey heard them talking together and then heard the gate close. She turned all her attention to Rick and could hear him coming too. He called her name and said he was fucking her sweet cunt, then he shot his come. As his breathing returned to normal, Janey forgot about the men and allowed herself to imagine being in Rick's arms, loving him after the wonderful sex. 

Janey had her hand still cupping her pussy, holding it and keeping it warm. She was lying on her back now, relaxed and happy. She was listening to Rick and almost asleep. Rick was talking about his day and the trip and promising he would be home soon. Suddenly, Janey had a strange feeling and opened her eyes. Standing over her was Tony, smiling at her, looking at her naked body. His cock was erect and red, nearly reaching back to his stomach. He took the phone from her hand and said hello to Rick. "You wanted to share your woman, Rick. Now you will. She is so damn hot, so needy, and you are a fool not to be here. So I will help you, fill in for you. God, Rick, she is lovely. Her nipples are swollen and ready for my mouth, her cunt is swollen open, begging for me. Listen to this, Rick." With that, he held the phone to Janey's curlies, and plunged his fingers into her. She gasped, but accomodated his two large fingers in her hot pussy. Rick could hear the wetness of her as Tony's fingers plunged in and out of her needy pinkness. Tony pulled his fingers out with a wet POP and held them to his face, sucking them deep into his mouth. Rick could hear Tony sucking deeply, moaning with approval at Janey's sweet taste. He held the phone to his ear again and told Rick what a delicious woman he had. He said he was going to enjoy her, show her what a real man could do, and give her what she needed. Then he placed the receiver on the table and began to undress. Janey watched him from her sexual haze. She knew this was wrong, but she needed to be fucked so badly, wanted THAT cock in her so much, she couldn't stop now. 

Tony picked her up from the couch and leaned her over the arm of the sofa. She spread her legs for him, looking back over her shoulder, pleadingly. She felt Tony's rough hands moving over her back and ass, felt him touch her swollen pussy again, gently this time, teasingly. She spread her thighs further, even reached down to stroke the hard cock poised to enter her. "Tell me what you want, Janey," Tony demanded.

She very deliberately looked into his face, into his eyes. "I want you to fuck me now," she begged. 

"Say it louder and tell me exactly what you want. Do it now and I will give you everything that you want," Tony promised.

"Fuck me now, hard and deep. Make me come. I want that gorgeous cock buried deep inside me, making me scream," Janey cried.

Hearing that, Tony obliged her. He aimed the shiny head of his dick at her pussy and slammed it into her, making her cry out. He held her hips in his hands as he moved in and out of her tight, slick hole. Over and over he stroked, her hips meeting his every thrust. He heard her begging to be fucked, heard her saying please. Then he felt her pussy grip his cock and start to throb. She cried out as she came, becoming wetter and smoother as her spasms continued. His cock was in overdrive, plunging repeatedly into her heat. Then he felt the pressure gathering in his balls and he yelled out, filling her with his hot come. 

He felt her muscles milking his cock, stroking it gently, pulling it even deeper into her hot little pussy. He held her ass tight against his groin as he emptied his balls. They fell in an exhausted heap on the sofa, still joined. When he slipped from her, Tony turned Janey in his arms and kissed her softly. 

He dressed and slipped out the back door, locking it behind him. Janey was startled to hear Rick's voice, coming from the receiver. She held it to her ear and listened to him for a minute, then placed the receiver back on the phone and happily went to sleep.



Home Alone



They had not been together in over two weeks due to various reasons, time, place, for whatever reasons, their schedules had not meshed. This greatly disappointed them both and only served to increase their desire for one another. They talked several times by phone during this period and grew closer and more intimate with each phone call. Though these calls did help it was not replacement for being together. 

They both admitted that they had satisfied themselves several times through masturbation. They talked about doing it together over the phone but that was for another time.

Finally, a morning cleared on both their calendars and they instantly agreed to meet at her place as soon as everyone was gone for the day. He was nervous, exited and had trouble sleeping the night before even though he had stroked him self until he came the previous afternoon before anyone came home at his house. She too was nervous and excited, but she was able to appear normal on the outside, but it took all her self-control. 

As soon as everyone was off, she literally ran to the shower. She threw off her robe and waited for the water to warm. As she stood there naked she admired herself in the mirror and imagined him holding her near, touching her. She could feel the wetness between her legs and this wasn’t from the shower, she hadn’t even gotten in yet. She sighed and stepped in. She washed herself all over taking extra care to reach ‘everywhere’. As she washed her hair she imagined him standing behind her there in the shower with her his hands on her head, her shoulders, her nipples…., ohhhh she was wasting time. 

She rinsed her hair, shut the water off and dried herself. She left the towel wrapped around her as she brushed her hair and applied some hair gel. She quickly applied some makeup and lipstick. The lipstick would probably last about ten seconds after he arrived but she didn’t care. She wanted him.

She tried to decide what to wear or better put, what Not to wear. She liked having little, or nothing at all on. She found clothes confining. She couldn’t go downstairs totally naked, after all there were windows near the door and someone else might come to the door and see her. 

She decided on a very short, thin, silky print kimono type robe and loosely tied the belt at the waist leaving the top very open. It barely covered her ass and showed off her ample cleavage. Her nipples were erect and pushing against the soft material. It made her feel even sexier than she looked and she knew or hoped he would like it. Though in the end she knew it mattered little as she intended for them to be naked and together in bed shortly after his arrival. 

She nervously went to find the phone. Should she, or shouldn’t she? In the end she knew she would so she picked up the phone and dialed his number and waited nervously. It only rang a few times when he answered, “Hello Baby.” He knew who it was. He also had caller ID. It was just about 9:30 in the morning….

As he tried to go to sleep that night he could think of nothing but her. Having her in any and every way. They had only kissed briefly and he had seen her soft beautiful body when her robe had fallen open that day a few weeks ago when he had visited her at her home. And then there had been “The Ride” in the car with her, but as above that was another story for another day. 

Whoa… He tried to picture her, what would she be wearing if anything? He imaged touching her all over as they kissed, reaching down to feel her fabulous wet pussy her firm supple breasts. He knew she loved to be touched and how. He was rock hard and it was after midnight, oh man…. It would be a long night. He promised himself he would not relieve the pressure himself. He would wait for her.

He awoke as everyone was leaving for the day at his house. As he lay there, he remembered what day it was. He had been slow awakening as this morning began by picking up where his mind had left off the night before, thinking of her, her lips, her hips, her wet mouth on his cock…. He leapt from his bed (with a raging hard on) and jumped in the shower. Washing carefully and then drying himself off. He shaved and combed his hair and dressed casually knowing he would have to walk through the local neighborhood to her house and blend in as much as possible. This wouldn’t be to hard as he had been walking in the neighborhood for years so it would not be out of place for him to do so today.

He was nervous with anticipation. It was 8:30 and he was dressed and ready, far to soon. The wait would be short but seem agonizingly long. He was sure it would be worth it….

When he answered and she heard his soft soothing voice on the other end, she began to melt all over again. She said, “Hi there, how are you?” in her sexiest voice. He replied “Hot and Hard.” She giggled and said, “ Do you I think I might be able to help with that?” He said, “I hoped so.” She asked if he wanted to come over. Before she could think he said, “Yes!” He said, “I’ll be right there, 10 minutes.” 

He grabbed his coat and was out the door. He walked the long way around a few blocks out of his way so as to not draw any undue attention. He was nervous on his walk, but it felt good. A good kind of nervous energy that builds excitement.

She didn’t know what to do with her self. It was only a few minutes until he would be here but it felt like an eternity. Should she wait upstairs and then come down and open the door for him? Should she leave the door open slightly so she can be at the top of the stairs, with her robe open, and call to him to come in? Then walk down to greet him so he can get a full long look at her. She was so turned on when he looked at her body when her robe opened the other day. Should she wait naked in the first floor bedroom, leaving the door open and call out to him when she hears him come in?

She couldn’t believe she was so worried about this. She decided to sit on the stairs and watch out the small window that looked down the sidewalk so she could see him approach. She would then be able to reach out and push the door aside to allow him to enter. As she sat and waited she felt her heart racing and her hands shaking. She also felt another familiar sensation, an ache and a building, uncontrollable wetness between her legs.

As he approached her door he noticed it was slightly ajar. As he reached out to ring the doorbell he saw her arm reach out and push the door all the way open. He stepped in and closed and locked the door behind him. She stood before him one stair up. She was beautiful wearing to his great pleasure only a thin short robe loosely tied and as he pulled her to him for their first kiss, he felt through that thin material that she had nothing else on. 

He was here! She pushed the door open and stood to the side so she would not be seen in the doorway. Oh he was even more handsome in person then she remembered. He closed and locked the door and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She melted into him. His hands were cold from being outside, but this was not why she felt shivers everywhere he touched her. She could feel his hands running all over her body as they kissed. Everywhere he touched her made her feel warm and wonderful. 

They broke their kiss and said, a simple hello to each other. He suggested they should move away from the front door. She stepped past him and then turned to the bedroom just around the corner, he followed her. She looked gorgeous. The sway of her beautiful ass under her silk robe was unbelievable. As she turned back to look at him the fullness of her breasts pushing against the thin fabric topped off by her hard nipples. He said to her, “ You look beautiful!” 

She smiled as she turned the corner and stood in the doorway to the bedroom waiting from him to pass so she could close and lock the door, giving them the small amount of privacy and time they would need.

She came to him crossing the few steps between them, circling her arms around his next as they kissed. He struggled to remove his coat as they kissed. He held her close now, one hand circling the side of her breast, the other slipping down to caress her lovely ass. As he did this he was kissing her neck and saying, “ I want you so bad baby. You feel so good.” She could hardly speak. She was so turned on at that moment. Her only answer was to start pulling at the zipper to his pants. He got the message. 

He stood back from her and peeled off his shirt, then his shoes, socks, and finally his pants. He was now standing completely naked before her She looked into his eyes and then down at the object of her desire, his erect cock. It too seemed bigger and better than she remembered from their first encounter on “the Ride”. But that was so hot and fast she really felt that episode was one fantastic blur.

She reached out and took him in her hands and began to stroke and squeeze his member and balls. He moaned softly and she smiled and leaned in for a soft but long kiss. After a moment she released him and took a step back. He held her face in his hands. She slowly loosened the sash to her robe. She let it fall completely open now for him to gaze down on. He moaned again and she smiled broadly as she let the flimsy material drop off her shoulders and past her hips on it’s way to the floor. She loved to watch his reaction to her body. They stood there for a second he looking at her soaking her in, she smiling with her arms back around his neck. 

He pulled her to him and now resumed their earlier deep passionate kiss exchanging tongues and letting their hands wander over each other’s bodies. He traced his hands over her nipples, down her front to her small bush and then teasingly ran a finger in and out of her pussy feeling her wetness, which caused them both to moan. They had waited so long for this moment that neither wanted to move. He put his hands on her shoulders and with the lightest of pressure she understood. 

She kneeled naked before him and took his cock into her mouth. Her mouth, he remembered the way she went beyond just sucking and more like making love to it in their earlier encounter during “The Ride.” As she sucked and licked him she looked up at him and moaned her pleasure and delight around the edges of his cock. This barely registered with him though as he was enjoying her skills at cock sucking far too much.

Finally he reached down and taking hold of each tit he gently pulled her up. He then bent to suck on each nipple softly then with increasing pressure. He kissed her as he firmly grabbed her under her ass with both hands and before she could object lifted her small body up and set her right on top of his tall erection, without breaking their kiss. With his cock now pushing against her wet pussy opening he allowed his grip to loosen slightly and let her slide down onto his cock. At first, she didn’t understand and wrapped her legs around him holding her self up with her arms over his large strong shoulders. When he first lifted her she thought it was to carry her over to the bed a few feet away. Then she felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy. It was then she understood what he wanted. She relaxed her hold on him as he lowered her down on to his hard thick waiting cock. 

She looked into his eyes smiled and shook ever so slightly at the feeling of him entering her so soon, so deep. He helped her pump herself up and down on his cock a few times to get used to him inside her. She had her face buried in his shoulder kissing and running her tongue over his shoulder and neck all the while murmuring how good it all felt. He could feel her heart pounding as he held her close. He wanted, no needed, more as did she. He walked with her mounted on him like this over to the bed. As he walked with her she cried out in pleasure. 

When he reached the edge of the bed he lowered her down onto the bed gently sliding out of her with a loud slurping sound reminding him of her wonderful wetness, as if he needed to be reminded. She slid on her back across the bed and spread and raised her legs and held out her arms to him begging him to come to her, be in her. He quickly crawled up to her. As he did she reached down and positioned his cock to re-enter her aching pussy. With one long slow push he had fully entered her, buried himself deep to her core. She wrapped him up with her legs and arms as he leaned down and sucked again on her tits, first one then the other. He was now pumping her in long and slow strokes with her meeting him in his rhythm. Now he looked into her eyes and smiled, she smiled back. He said, “Feels good doesn’t it baby?” She could only close her eyes and shake her head in agreement. 

He began another long kiss with her. She kissed so well so soft, willing and open, receptive. Much the same way she had sucked his cock, she really made love with her mouth. He continued his pace but now leaned back and hooked his arms under her legs at her knees forcing them up and onto his shoulder allowing him the deepest access yet to her. Her eyes widened as her mouth opened gasping for breath. She wondered if she could take him like this. He pulled his knees up and spread them so that her ass was wedged between his legs. Then he rose up and pushed down into her at a steep angle. She was so tight and wet. He could feel the muscles in her pussy grabbing at his cock trying to squeeze it to slow his descent into her. 

She needn’t have worried he was so gentle with her that he was all the way deep inside her in this legs up position. She could feel her pussy involuntarily squeezing and pushing against the size and length of his cock. She felt so wonderfully full. This felt incredible to both of them. He took both her small ankles in one hand and pushed them slightly to one side to give him not only better control of her but a great view of her, his cock deep in her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the smile on her face, her mouth open, the white knuckle grip her hands had on the bed covers. 

He kept this up only a short while, as he knew he was close. He pulled out of her to her immense disappointment. She almost pouted. She was quickly reassured and cheered when he lowered her legs put his hands under her ass and lifted her hips slightly so he could lean forward and down to lick her now soaking wet pussy. Even though he had just fucked her he knew she would be ready fro more and be wet and taste great. As he went down on her she cried out “oh, yes,,,” He hit his mark on the first flick of his tongue he found her enlarged excited clit. He flicked his tongue back and forth across it and then in circles. Taking time to circle it with his tongue and run his tongue down each side of her open pussy lips sampling each new wave of wetness, sucking in each lip stretching it out. He then added his fingers inside her pussy to his attack, which sent her squirming around the bed. 

He knew this would be too much for her to resist. He was right her pussy began trying to clamp down on his fingers as if it were his cock. He kept them moving so she couldn’t. The whole time he continued licking and tonguing her lips and clit occasionally turning to lick down the soft inside of her thighs always returning quickly to her pussy. He was keeping her on the edge but could feel her beginning to tense her whole body. Just then as she squirmed in pleasure at his attack, she cried out, “ I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum nowwwww……” And with that, cum she did. He never let up with either his tongue or his fingers. In fact as she was crying out he slipped one finger partially up her ass to add another layer of intensity to her already intense pleasure. She moved about almost violently not trying to get away but not staying still either. As she bucked and moved he could hear her erotic groaning and moaning, this really turned him on. Her climax was beginning to wind down and she was now softly whimpering and trying to push his mouth away from her pussy. 

He finally relents and looks up and smiles at her as she lays back closes her eyes and goes limp gasping and whimpering with pleasure. He kisses his way up from her pussy to her breasts. He lingers there gently kissing and licking them while she came down to earth a little. Then he was back in position to enter her, her legs lay spread wide open, she breathes deeply and heavily and is still grinning and moaning slightly. He has had a chance while eating her pussy to clam his own urge to climax slightly. He enters her slowly. He begins to go deeper and to pick up speed. This brings her back to life and a broad smile crosses her lips. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts. 

Her legs go up and around his back as her arms again encircle his neck. She whispers to him” Come on baby, that’s it give it to me, cum for me, cum deep in me, I want to feel your cum, oh yeah, fuck me…..” He has picked up his rhythm now and is pistoning in and out of her with abandonment. He feels his orgasm approaching. His balls tighten up as she reaches for them to squeeze them She gets a hold of them just as he pumps his first and biggest hottest load into her waiting pussy. He cries out “ohhhhhhh” She joins him and cries out herself, “yeahhhhhhh…ohhhh feels so good.”  His cock shoots a few more times and then he collapses on top of her for a moment. He feels her milking his dick with her incredible pussy getting every last drop from him. 

They are lost in each other not really able to tell where one begins and the other ends. As he comes out of his fog, she is kissing him all over his face and he realizes he may be crushing her, so he reluctantly rolls off her and feels his now softening dick slid out of her slippery pussy. He rolls onto his back to catch his breath. As he does he notices her movement next to him. Then he feels her lips around his softening member. She takes him gently into her mouth and licks and sucks his cock and balls clean, making sure to get out the last few drops of cum. She returns to his side with a big smile and simply says “mmmmmm” and then kisses him gently. They again taste each others sex and it begins to stir them each all over again.

He wondered as he lay there whether he could get hard again soon. She laying her head on his chest with his arm around her, her hand gently holding his softening cock, wondered how long she should wait to go down on him again so she can make him hard, hard enough to fuck her again. As always when they were together, neither one would wait long for their answers.



Home Alone



The warm spring breeze blew through the windows of the house. Bringing with it a fresh clean scent. Kelly finished the pre dinner preparations and put the meat in the oven. She had 3 and a half hours until dinner. She was feeling restless and out of sorts. It had been so long since she had a spanking or flogging, and her body was starting to crave the feel of the leather on her ass. Any time Kelly would think about getting spanked, flogged, or caned she became wet. 

Sometimes it was very hard to be a submissive without a Master or Dom. She had her friends who were Dom's, but they chose not to satisfy her craving for a spanking or flogging. She understood their reasons why, it just made it difficult at times to be around them. 

Kelly thought about contacting one of the Dom's she talked to once in a while, whom she knew would help her satisfy that craving, but hesitated. She always felt as though she were cheating on her boyfriend. Even though they lived hundreds of miles apart, and he wasn't a Dominant, any time she "played" she felt disloyal to him and the guilt would eat away at her.

Kelly was finding it harder and harder to bury her submissive needs. The need for someone to control her, direct her, guide her. She knew her boyfriend wasn't a Dominant, but she also knew that he had the ability to control her. He didn't understand her need for the physical aspect of the Dominant/ submissive lifestyle that she lived.

Kelly was hoping one of her friends could sit down and talk to him. Explain the whole power exchange to him. Help him understand what it was that she needed. She knew he could handle the control that was already a part of him. He just didn't understand the sexual aspect of her submission. That she would do whatever he asked of her. That he would be the one making all the decisions in that regard. Kelly tried explaining her feelings to him once, but wasn't able to make him completely understand what she was saying. 

Even now it has been several months since she had seen him. The need for him was very strong, stronger than her need to be spanked and flogged, which was how she ended up in this state of frustration.

Since Kelly had the apartment to her self for a while, she decided she needed to get rid of some of this frustration. She put on some music, just as background noise, went into her bedroom, and found her favorite vibrator. Taking some calming breaths, she undressed in front of her long mirror. Imagining that she was undressing for a Dom. Carefully folding the clothing and putting it aside, she knelt in front of the mirror. She cupped both of her breast in her hands, lifting them up as if she was offering a taste of them to someone. She started to gently knead them, making the nipples stand at attention. Working her hands towards her nipples she kept tugging and pulling. Each time she pulled she made it a little harder. By the time she reached her nipples they were little hard pebbles, begging to be touched. Taking each nipple in her thumb and forefinger, she slowly rubbed them. The moisture between her legs started building. Kelly continued to rub her nipples until she was crazy with need. As her need continued to grow, she picked up her vibrator and turned it on low. She slowly opened her lips with her free hand and gently touched the vibrator to her clit, making her shiver. Gently she moved the vibrator up and down her clit and vaginal opening. Going with the need to feel fulfilled, Kelly pushed the vibrator completely inside her, and increased the speed. She kept one hand on the vibrator, and with her other hand she gently stroked her clit, making it throb even more. Kelly became totally unaware of the time as she continued to play. She was so wrapped up in her own pleasure, that she didn't hear her roommate come home. 

He found her in her room in front of her mirror, eyes closed and stroking herself. A small smile spread across his face, he knew he shouldn't give into the temptation, but he also knew Kelly had been feisty and out of sorts for the past couple of weeks. Quietly, he entered her room. Walking up behind her, he gently took her hair in his hand, pulling but not too hard. Kelly's eyes flew open at his touch. Her head went back with the pulling of her hair. He smiled down at her, knowing he caught her off guard.

"Hello little one."

"Hello Sir, what are you doing home already?" Kelly tried to hide her nervousness, but wasn't completely able to. It had been so long since he had touched her this way, she wasn't sure what she should be feeling. 

" Well considering it's time for me to be home, where else would I be?"

" Oh, I didn't realize it had gotten so late."

" I see this. Leave your toy inside of you and turn around on your knees"

Kelly quickly did as he asked, kneeling in front of him, with her legs wide and her toy still deep inside of her. 

Looking up at him, she felt a tingle run up her spine. This is what she had been craving for so long. She desperately wanted to please him, knowing if she didn't living here in the same house could become very uncomfortable. 

As Kelly was turning around he undid his belt, slipping it out of the loops easily. He undid his jeans, and freed his already throbbing cock. 

"Is this what you want little one? My hot cock in your mouth?"

"Yes Sir"

"Take it" he pushed his hips forward as she opened her mouth to take him deep. Her tongue flicked over the sides and top. He gripped her hair tight, as she started to stroke him faster. His belt that had been hanging loosely from his hand suddenly smacked her back, lightly. It was what she called one of his teasing strokes. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to let her know it was there. She reached up and gently stroked his balls with her hand while her mouth still sucked him hard. She felt him stiffen as his orgasm built. She sucked harder, trying to pull the orgasm out of him, the first drops of his hot cum filled her mouth, she greedily sucked and pulled his cock, while his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed, while still cleaning his cock off. Knowing he liked it to be clean after he had cum. He released her hair, and she sat back. Her hands going to the back of her neck, her head tilted back, watching and waiting for his next words. 

" Very good little one" he stroked her cheek. He looped his belt together and pushed her down on her hands and knees. He already knew that she was wet. He could smell the scent of her arousal. She still had her toy inside of her, and he reached down and turned the speed up to high. Knowing she would be begging soon to cum. He positioned himself behind her, and gave her a good crack on her ass with the belt. She flinched a little but remained still and quiet. Again, the belt hit her ass, a little harder this time. She raised her hips up to receive the smacks. This is what she had been craving. The feel of the leather as it connected with her bare flesh. Her ass, was soon a nice shade of red, and her body was starting to hum with a need for release.

"Please Sir, may I cum for you?" she begged as he smacked her harder and faster.

"Not yet little one" 

The belt was making her ass feel like it was on fire, each sting making her need stronger and stronger. 

Again she begged "Please may I cum for you Sir"

"Now" was the only word he spoke.

Her body convulsed as she released her orgasm. The belt continued to make it's mark, while she moaned. When her orgasm eased. He stopped the spanking.

"Thank you Sir"

"Your welcome little one, now get in the kitchen and finish dinner" He ordered with a grin.



Home Alone



Megan got home from work late to find her apartment empty. A note was taped to the fridge telling her that, Amy, her roommate, went home for the weekend. Megan sighed and set her stuff down on the kitchen table. She hated being alone in her house. She and Amy lived in a two bedroom house in the country and their nearest neighbor was miles away. She always got paranoid and could never relax when she stayed their alone. She was looking forward to coming home and relaxing with her best friend Amy. She had even rented some movies for them to watch. Megan and Amy loved renting scary movies on the weekend. No chance that she was going to watch them by herself.

Megan walked to her bedroom. It was on the bottom floor, Amy occupied the bedroom upstairs. The upstairs bedroom was a master but Megan liked her bedroom, even though it was smaller. She didn’t really need the extra space anyway and the bottom bedroom had a huge jacuzzi tub in it. She was heading towards that tub undressing as she did. 

She unzipped her skirt and paused to push it over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She continued into the bathroom unbuttoning her long sleeved dress shirt that she wore to work. When she got to the tub she turned on the water to let it get hot then walked back into her bedroom. She slipped off her underwear and then let her shirt slide down her arms to the floor. Then she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Once she was completely naked she bent over to pick up her clothes and put them in the laundry. She didn’t bother putting on her robe since Amy was out of town. 

Just as she was turning to go back into the bathroom she noticed that her answering machine button was blinking. She lay down on her bed next to the phone and pushed the button. The first message was Amy telling her that she was sorry she had to leave so abruptly without telling her. She left her number and then hung up. The next message made Megan sit up in her bed. 

“Hey Megan, its Jon, remember me? It’s been awhile since we’ve talked, give me a call…I missed you.”

Jon was one of Megan’s best friends. They had met through Amy at a party and hit it off immediately. She always felt comfortable with him and Jon had this way of making her feel better even when she was seriously down. They might have even started dating if it wasn’t for the fact that Jon was taken at the time they met. Her name was Melissa, and she hated Megan from the start. She was the reason that Jon and her hadn’t talked in so long. Melissa used to always call Jon when he was hanging out with Megan, making up one excuse or another for calling just so she could make him feel guilty that he was hanging out with another woman. Jon and I never did anything together. He really did love her and Megan would never interfere in their relationship. 

One day Melissa even confronted Megan, telling her that if she didn’t leave Jon alone that she would make her life miserable. It wasn’t that she was afraid of what Melissa would do, but she just didn’t want to be the reason that Melissa and Jon argued. So she backed off but made it clear to Melissa that if she ever did anything to hurt Jon that it would be her life that would be miserable not Megan’s. Jon had asked her why she had stopped calling him and Megan just said that she was busy with work. 

But then a few weeks ago, Amy mentioned that Melissa and Jon had broken up. Megan was going to call him but she hadn’t gotten the chance, plus she was a little nervous. It had been a month since she talked to him last and she really missed him a lot. Now that he was single, she wanted to be more than just friends, but she wasn’t sure he felt the same way. Megan picked up the phone and dialed his number. She got his answering machine.

“Hey Jon, its Megan. I’m just returning your call…I’ve missed you too, call me back.” 

She put the phone back down and then went into the bathroom to take a bath. She thought about Jon as she soaked in the tub. She remembered his tall body standing beside her and how she used to look up into his gorgeous green eyes. She loved his sense of humor and how he sometimes said the silliest things that would make her laugh. But she especially loved the way he listened to her when just she needed to talk. She used to dream about him wrapping his arms around her and holding her as they talked. Megan ran her hand down her stomach to her clit. She teased it as she thought about Jon holding her, then kissing her, and then fucking her. She was about to come to and image of Jon leaning over her and thrusting into her, when the phone rang. 

She cursed and almost just let the machine pick it up but then she remembered that Jon was supposed to call her back. She hurried out of the bath, not bothering to dry herself off, and rushed to pick up the phone next to her bed. 

“Hello.” She said a little breathlessly.

“Megan? Is that you?”

She realized that she had been breathing heavily into the phone. She quickly caught her breath and then answered, “Yes, it’s me, sorry I was just in the middle of a bath.”

There was a moment hesitation on the other end and then Jon asked, “Do you want me to call back?”

“No! I mean, no. I was just about to finish, I mean get out anyway.” 

Jon sighed into the phone, “It’s great to hear your voice, it’s been a long time.”

“It’s only been a month Jon, you couldn’t have missed me that much.”

“More than you know Megan.”

She could feel her heart beating faster. “I’m sorry I didn’t call Jon. I’ve been so busy with work and…I should have called you.”

“No, its okay, I understand. Look, you want to go out and get some coffee or something, so we can talk?”

Megan hesitated a second. “Well…why don’t you come over here. I was just going to watch some movies. Amy left town and you know I hate being alone, especially in this house.”

She could hear Jon breathing on the other end, he paused for a moment and she actually thought he might turn down her offer. “That sounds great, I’ll be over in a bit.”

Megan smiled. “Okay see you then.”

“Megan?”

“Yes Jon?

“It really is great to hear your voice again.”

Megan smiled against the receiver. “Yours too Jon. See you in a bit.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Megan hung up the phone. She had really missed Jon and she was excited to be seeing him again. Now that he was single she could have the chance to experience what she’s been dreaming about since they met.

Jon knocked on Megan’s door. He couldn’t wait to see her, it had been a month since he’d talked to her and even longer since he’d seen her. For the past two weeks she’s all he could seem to think about. That was when Melissa had told him, during a fight, what she had told Megan. Jon knew that Melissa hated Megan from the moment he introduced the two, but he didn’t think that Melissa was that jealous of Megan. Yeah he hung out with her a lot, but only as friends, and he really did love Melissa at the time and he would have never cheated on her. Jon was constantly telling Melissa that nothing was going on between him and Megan. That was around the time that Megan stopped calling him. He had asked her about it and she told him that she was just busy with work. Jon didn’t really believe her but he let it go since he had a girlfriend and she wasn’t Megan. 

Two weeks later, during an argument, Melissa told him that she had confronted Megan and told her to back off. She also mentioned what Megan replied. They broke up and ever since that night Jon has been thinking about Megan constantly. He had been attracted to her since they had first met. Who wouldn’t be? She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair that fell to her waist and from the few times that Jon had gotten to touch it he knew that it was incredibly soft. She was tall and came up to his chin when she wore high heels, the perfect height for him. She had a perfect hour glass figure. Her breasts were large and she had the most gorgeous ass and curvy hips. Her legs were long and she always wore skirts to show them off. Her lips were small and adorable but when she smiled they were anything but cute. She had an extremely sexy smile. But the most amazing thing about Megan’s appearance was her eyes. They were the most amazing combination of green and hazel. Jon’s cock would get hard every time she gazed up at him. 

But at the time Jon was with Melissa and he thought that they would last. After their big fight two weeks ago he realized that he cared more for Megan than he thought. It took him two weeks to sort out his feelings and get up the courage to call her. Normally he would have just called her and they would have talked for house, but now things were different. Jon loved Megan and tonight he was going to tell her. He just hoped that she felt the same way.

Jon’s thoughts were interrupted by Megan opening the door. She stood before him wearing only a long t-shirt that clung to her body. The shirt feel to mid thigh but the slits in the sides almost reached her hip. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were hard and pressed up against the fabric. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she was holding a towel to it as she stood in the doorway. She smiled at him and then stepped forward to wrap her arms around his neck. Her soft body pressed up against his and his arms fell naturally around her waist.

He could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest and his cock began to grow hard. She leaned back to look at him and his cock twitched against when he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him and ran her hands down his arms. 

“You look good Jon. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You look beautiful as always Megan.”

She blushed and then turned taking his hand and leading him into the house. “You know your way around, make yourself comfortable, and ill be out in a minute.”

Jon sat on the couch and leaned back. He watched Megan as she disappeared into her bedroom. Her ass swayed softly as she walked and his cock hardened even more. This was going to be a long night he thought to himself as he laid his head back and sighed.

Megan quickly dried and brushed her hair before walking back out into the living room. Jon was leaning back on the couch, his legs spread out before him. She noticed the bulge in his jeans, she remember feeling his cock grow hard when he hugged her. Heat flooded her body when she thought of his cock moving in and out of her pussy. She sighed and Jon looked up at her. 

“So, how have you been Jon?” She moved over to the couch and sat next to him. She turned toward him on the couch folding her legs underneath her. This caused her shirt to hitch up exposing a good portion of her thighs. 

Jon tried not to stare at her smooth shapely legs. “I’ve been good, just taking time off right now, sorting through some things. Melissa and I broke up a few weeks ago.”

“I think Amy mentioned that. I’m sorry Jon do you want to talk about it?” Megan reached up and put her hand on his shoulder.

Jon tried to think but Megan’s gently caressing of his shoulder was distracting. He couldn’t believe that just her touch was affecting him this much. He took her hand in his and gently rubbed over it with his thumb. He needed to feel her. “Not really. I was down when we first broke up. But I’m okay with it now. We had been shaky for awhile.” He looked up at Megan. “Why did you stop calling Megan? Don’t tell me that it was because you were busy with work, Amy told me she confronted you. What I want to know is why you back off? Did I mean that little to you?”

Megan was shocked that he would think such a thing. “Of course not Jon. You know you were my best friend, I love you. It’s just, I knew you two were always fighting because of me, and I just didn’t want to be the reason for you two to break up.”

Jon sighed and looked back down at Megan’s hand in his. “I really missed you, but I guess I understand.”

Megan touched his cheek with her other hand and turned him toward her. “I’m sorry Jon. I should have talked to you about it. But I can’t change it, at least we are here now.”

Jon smiled and kissed her palm before releasing her hand. “Your right Megan.”

Megan’s hand was still hot from where Jon’s lips touched it. She stared into his eyes for a little bit before turning towards the television. “Well do you want to watch the movie?”

Jon settled back into the couch. “Sure, what did you rent?”

Megan smiled mischievously at him. “Well it’s a scary movie so I might jump on you ever now and then.”

“You can jump me any time you want.” Jon mumbled as Megan bent over to put the tape in the VCR. Her shirt rode up as she bent over and Jon could see that Megan was wearing a thong. 

“What?” Megan said returning to the couch as the movie began to play.

Jon returned her mischievous smile. “Nothing.”

She sat down next to him. She was sitting pretty close and her leg was pressed against his. Jon tentatively put his arm around her and Megan sighed and moved her legs up onto the couch to lie against him. She rested her head on his chest as they watched the movie. Soon they were talking like they used to commenting and laughing at the cheesy parts. Megan jumped a few times at the scary parts and Jon would hold her closer each time until the scene was over. He began running his hand through her soft, silky hair. Towards the end of the movie Jon looked down to find Megan sleeping.

Her dark lashes were pressed against her cheeks and she looked so beautiful lying there asleep. Jon watched her until the movie ended and then kissed her lightly on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered and then she stared up at him. She yawned and then smiled at him.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep. I love it when people play with my hair, it’s so relaxing.”

Jon stretched on the couch. “I didn’t mind at all.”

Megan looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you for coming over and watching a movie with me. I hate being here alone.” She paused for a moment then asked, “Would you stay the night Jon? I don’t think I could sleep in this house by myself. You can have my bed if you want.” 

Jon’s cock hardened once more at the mention of sleeping in Megan’s bed. “Of course I’ll stay Megan, and I’ll even take the couch.” 

She smiled even brighter and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you Jon.” 

Then she kissed him. She only meant it to be a quick kiss, but as soon as her lips touched his she couldn’t seem to pull back. Soon they were kissing passionately and Megan moved to straddle Jon’s lap.

Jon couldn’t believe that Megan was kissing him. He’d waited so long to find out what those lips felt like. He kissed her back passionately and pulled her closer. She straddled him and Jon ran his hands down her back. He moved over the curve of her ass and then under her shirt to cup her bare ass in his hands. He pressed her against him, rubbing her pussy his cock. She moaned into his mouth and he squeezed her ass harder. He opened his eyes to watch her as she kissed him.

Megan opened her eyes to see Jon’s beautiful emerald green eyes staring back at her. She locked her gaze with his as she started unbuttoning Jon’s shirt. She fumbled with the buttons and broke the kiss to pull his shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions. “Sorry.” She mumbled as she resumed kissing him only this time down his neck and over his chest. She nibbled and kissed down his entire chest and then got on her knees and moved lower over his stomach.

Jon watched Megan as she quickly undid his pants and pulled them, along with his boxer briefs, off and threw them to the floor. She sat there for a moment running her hand up and down his shaft. Jon threw back his head at the feel of her hand caressing his cock. Megan leaned forward and slowly licked his tip. His cock pulsed against her tongue and Jon let out a moan. 

Megan looked up at Jon. He was even more beautiful naked than in her dreams. His cock was large and very, very hard. She licked his throbbing cock again and watched his fists clench against the cushions of the couch. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I met you Jon.” At her words his cock leapt again. She licked over its entire length, making sure it was nice and wet. Then she slowly slid her mouth down his cock, enveloping it with her mouth.

Jon watched Megan as she slowly took him into her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat as she struggled to take him completely inside her. When she had most of him in her mouth she slid him back out to the tip and teased the underside of his head. He moaned and then she quickly took him completely inside her mouth. He clenched his fists against the cushions and cried out. Her mouth was so hot and wet t brought him close just having it wrapped around his cock. She began to take him in and out of her mouth slowly. Her hand followed her mouth, gently squeezing his cock. She was killing Jon with her slowness. He reached down and ran his hand through her hair and then thrust into her mouth. 

Megan moaned loudly as he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She increased her pace, keeping up with his thrusts. She moaned every time her lips touched the base of his cock and her tongue swirled over him as she moved back up his shaft. . She knew he was close, she could feel his cock growing inside her mouth. She reached her hand down to caress his balls as she took him deep inside her mouth.

Jon moaned her name. “Oh God, Megan that feels so good, Your going to make me…Oh shit, I’m going to come.”

Megan moaned and stroked him faster with her hand. He moaned loudly as he came and spilled into her mouth. Megan milked his cock until he was completely empty and fell back against the couch sated. Megan licked his cock till it was completely soft and then she kissed her way back up Jon’s body. 

Jon wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Then he stood up with her in his arms and walked into her bedroom. He laid her down on her bed. Megan had a canopy four poster, king sized bed. Curtains hung down from all sides closing it off from the rest of the room. He placed her in the middle of the bed and then laid down next to her. He pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. He leaned back gazing down at her lying beneath him. Her hair splayed out like a halo around her head. Her eyes were heavy as she looked up at him. Her hands gently caressed her breasts causing her nipples to grow hard. She still wore her thong but he would soon take care of that.

Jon leaned down and began to kiss from her mouth down to her stomach. He stopped at her breasts and laved each one of them with his tongue slowly before resuming on his path. When he kissed over her hip Megan shivered beneath him. He slowly caressed her hip with his tongue and Megan moaned loudly. Then he gently spread her legs apart and kissed up her inner thighs. When he got to her cloth covered pussy Jon kissed her clit through the fabric. She squirmed above him and he reached up to slowly remove her thong. 

Megan was breathing heavy and when he licked her bare clit with his tongue for the first time she arched off the bed. Jon gripped her hips with his hands and held her to him. He teased her clit with his tongue. He licked, sucked, and nibbled her clit till she was crying out his name. Then he put a finger inside her to see how wet she had become. He worked his finger in and out of her dripping pussy and Megan was writhing on the bed above him. He put another finger inside her as he sucked hard against her clit and Megan clenched the sheets in her hand as she came hard.

Megan felt a flood of heat engulf her body as her orgasm washed over her. Jon continued to lick her pussy and thrust his fingers inside her prolonging her orgasm. She cried out his name over and over until finally he slipped his fingers out of her. He kissed up her body and kissed her slowly. She tasted herself on his lips and moaned into his mouth. 




Home Alone



Jon pulled back slightly to whisper against her lips. “You taste so sweet Megan.” 

She moaned and arched against him. She could feel that his cock was hard against and she reached down a hand to stroke down its length. She pushed Jon back onto the bed and then straddled his hips. She leaned down to kiss him as she rubbed her pussy against his cock, coating it in her wetness. Jon moaned into her mouth and thrust up teasing her clit with his cock.

Megan leaned back to look into Jon’s eyes. “I want you inside of me Jon. Please put your cock inside me.” Then she closed her eyes and kissed him. 

Jon reached down and placed his cock at her entrance. He teased her a bit until she moaned into his mouth and then he thrust up into her. Megan broke the kiss to cry out and arch back, taking him completely inside her. He ran his hands up to her hips as she began to move. He pulled her down hard onto his cock as he watched her ride him. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning loudly every time she came down on his rigid cock. She leaned back resting her hand on his thighs as he thrust deep inside her. He reached up to cup her tits as they swayed before him. 

Each time he teased her nipples Megan’s pussy would grip his tightly. He couldn’t resist the temptation so he sat up wrapping his arms around her and taking her nipple into her mouth. Megan cried out and held him to her as she rode him harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist and impaled herself on his cock. Jon moved his hands up her back to grip her shoulders. He pulled her down roughly against him as he kissed up to her shoulder. He bit her lightly and she cried out, convulsing on his cock. 

The orgasm took Megan by surprise and she cried out, feverishly riding Jon’s cock. Jon was moaning loudly now, every time she slammed against him. He rolled them over so that she lay beneath him. He began to thrust hard into her. He gripped her hips and slammed into her causing Megan to scream each time his cock filled her. She lightly ran her nails down his back and spread her legs wider, trying to take as much of him inside her as she could. Jon was kissing down her neck and shoulder and across her collar bone. He would bite her lightly and each time her pussy would squeeze his cock.

She was moaning his name now as her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. He thrust into her every time she said his name. Then he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You feel incredible Megan, so tight and wet. I can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you.”

Megan moaned at his words and then opened her eyes. She watched him as he fucked her, his body covered in sweat, leaning over her thrusting hard into her pussy. She pulled him down to her and kissed him deeply and passionately. He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her back just as passionately. Then she broke the kiss and whispered against his lips. “I love you Jon. I always have.”

Jon slowed his thrusts and looked down at her. She was staring into his eyes and she looked so beautiful beneath him. “I love you too Megan. I didn’t realize it at first, but I’ve loved you since we first met, and I don’t want to ever stop loving you.” Then he kissed her again.

Megan moaned into his mouth and her pussy squeezed his cock. Jon lost control in the moment and gripped her hips tightly before thrusting into her and releasing. He poured into her and Megan came with him as he continued to thrust into her with long deep strokes. When he was sated he collapsed on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows so he didn’t put too much weight on her. His cock slipped out of her and he moved to lie next to her on the bed. She rolled over to snuggle closer to him and lay her head on his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around her and lightly caressed her back with his fingers. She sighed against his chest and then drifted off to sleep in his arms. Jon stayed awake a little longer watching her sleep next to him. Finally he whispered that he loved her once more before falling asleep too, with her in his arms. 



Home Alone



Jean Goodman had tossed and turned all night, and now that it was time to wake up she didn't want to open her eyes. She had to get up and cook breakfast for her father, Stan. She and her husband lived with his father and Tom worked for him. Stan ran a very successful construction business that would one day be Tom's.

Jean didn't mind cooking for Stan but Tom was away on business for his father and she was alone in the house with him. For the next two weeks she would take care of the house and try to stay out of his way.

Jean was a pretty 20-year-old wife of one year. She was a petite blond girl. She only stood 5' 2" tall and weighed 105 pounds. The 105 pounds were well placed on her. She large c cup breast that stood high and proud on her chest. They had been the center of many men's attention ever since she was in her teens. 

She and Tom had been high school sweethearts and had been married for a year. Tom was a nice looking guy with wavy dark hair and dark eyes. He weighted about 160 pounds and stood about 5'10" tall. They had been a beautiful couple in school and everybody knew that they were made for each other. They had been sleeping together since the junior prom. Their sex life was good, better than good. Ton was endowed with a nice 8" cock that Jean put to good use. Tom's only problem was his father. What ever his father wanted him to do, Tom did. He refused to stand up to him even when he disagreed with him. Jean looked forward to the day when they could afford a house of their own.

Stan was good 3" taller than his son and out weighed him by 30 pounds. He had worked in construction all his life. His business was built from the bottom up. Other than size Tom and Stan looked a lot alike. Tom was very quite and shy while Stan was out going and very demanding. He had watched Jean from the time Tom first started going with her. She had always turned him on. After they were married and moved in he took every opportunity to watch her. One day he was going to climb between her legs and fuck that blond pussy until she cried for mercy.

The house was a large beautiful house out in the country. It was over two miles to the nearest neighbor. It was basically two houses in one with a large family room and kitchen in the middle and a wing off to each side. Stan had one wing and Jean and Tom the other. Jean tried to stay out of Stan wing except to clean. Stan on the other hand was constantly coming on their side. He tried to time his walks to coincide with Jean dressing. He walked in on her sever times before she learned to lock the door.

Stan knew that she didn't care a lot for him and didn't like for him to walk in on her. This didn't bother him a bit. He just laughed and made a game of it. He didn't miss an opportunity to rub against her ass or tits when he walked by. This embarrassed Jean and made her blush, which only made him do it more. She had told Tom about it but he just said, "That is just the way he is. He's not going to bother you. I've watched mom and dad touching each other all my life.

Stan was only 40 years old and even Jean had to admit he was a handsome man. He had always had his share of women, even before his wife died when Tom was 16. She knew about them but she knew that if she left him alone he would always come home. He loved her; the rest were just something to play with.

Stan had women over all the time and it was usually a different one. Mostly they were the wives of his employees. The woman would have fucked him anyway but he put a little something in their husband's paycheck to keep them off his back. If a husband didn't let him fuck his wife then he no longer had a job. This didn't happen very often. He was very god at sex and the women left with a smile on their face.

The one woman that he had not been able to fuck was Jean. That was short fall that he intended to remedy in short order. He had sent Tom away on business for two weeks and he planned to seduce her before he returned. Besides being a hot looking woman, she was his daughter, which just made the chase that much better. He couldn't just tell Tom he wanted to fuck his wife like he did the other workers. This one he was going to have to handle himself.

Jean had been having a dream that Tom was fucking her. She woke to find her fingers under her panties and playing with her pussy. She was hot and horny. They usually had sex every night and morning. Last night she had taken him to the airport and they didn't have sex. Now she wasn't going to have any this morning. It would be two whole weeks before Tom would be back. She was about to take matters in her own hands when there was a knock on the door. Stan called, "are you going to sleep all day?"

Looking at the clock she realized she had over slept. "Be right there." Quickly she brushed her teeth and ran a comb through her hair. She didn't take time to dress, just threw a robe over the short gown she had on. Normally she would never let her father see her like this.

Stan was sitting at the table reading the paper; He had already put on the coffee. "Sorry I over slept. I'll have breakfast in just a minute."

Stan was looking at the robe she had on. It only came down halfway on her thighs and wasn't thick enough to cover much.

"Take your time, I'm not in a big hurry this morning. I don't mind looking at the scenery this morning."

Jean could feel her face turning red. She wanted to run from the room but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She turned her back to him and started frying the bacon. Maybe if she didn't pay him any attention he would leave her alone.

Stan knew he made her blush and decided to push her a little more. He got up to refill his coffee. Walking right up behind her until his body touched her ass; he said while looking over her shoulder, "That sure smells good." Then turned and sit back down at the table.

Jean could feel his cock touch her ass and nearly dropped the fork. Even after he move the spot was still tingling. Her pussy started to moisten and her nipples hardened. Her body was use to sex and she wasn't getting any. She was surprised at her reaction to his touch. "Bacon smells good frying."

"I wasn't talking about the bacon." This made her blush again.

"You look good when you blush."

"If you would behave your self then I wouldn't blush." He just laughed.

She fixed him a plate and turned to leave the room. Her nipples were hard and he could see them through the thin robe. "Where are you going?"

"Going to get dressed while you eat breakfast."

"Fix a plate and eat with me. I don't like to eat alone."

She really wanted to get away from. He was looking like he may lay her on the table and fuck her right there. Like Tom, she just obeyed him, and sat down to eat. Her nipples just would not soften. The more she tried to will them to soften the harder they became. She knew that he was looking at them and her face turned redder and redder.

Stan was enjoying her discomfort. He could hardly wait to get his hands on them. "Tom is sure going to have a tough two weeks staying away from those."

"Please stop looking at me and saying things like that. Tom wouldn't like it if he knew his father was talking to me like this."

"I'm not going to tell him, or you? Besides Tom will probably find something to help past the time of day. Lots of friendly women at that office." He didn't tell her but he had already made sure he would be taken care off. Very few men could turn down Susan when she came on to them.

Jean didn't say anything because she knew that she wasn't going to say anything to Tom. He wouldn't believe her anyway. "Tom would never do something like that, he loves me."

"Love doesn't have anything to do with it. It's sex plain and simple. It's the body's reaction to the opposite sex. When you are use to sex twice a day it's hard to just stop." 

"Tom will be able to control his desires for two weeks."

"Will you?"

"Yes!"

"Just looking I would say you are pretty excited right now."

Jean jumped up and covered her breasts with her hands. She ran from the room.

"Jean stop! Turn around."

Just like always she did as he told her and turned to face him with her breasts still covered. He had stood up from the table. She could see the bulge his cock was making in his pants and he wasn't trying to hide it from her. "If you get lonesome I'm just right down the hall. I can make that little blond pussy feel really good." He laughed as she turned and ran from the room.

She lay on her bed crying. Why did Tom leave her alone with his father? He knew that she didn't like to be alone with him.

She had the door lock when she heard Stan's truck leave. At least he would be gone the rest of the day. She started to dress and was shocked to find how wet her panties were. Her tits were still hard as marbles. She couldn't resist touching her cunt with her fingers. First one and then another until she was cumin. When she came it wasn't Tom's face she saw but Stan's.

Stan didn't come back all day. He called and told her he would be late, to not fix dinner for him. She had been alone all day and looked forward to having someone to talk to, even if it were Stan. She had known, even from the time she started dating Tom, that his father had the hots for her. Now she no longer had to wonder, he had made that pretty clear this morning. How was she going to face him now that it was out in the open? Jean spent the night watching TV and getting pissed when Tom didn't call. She was about to call it a night when Stan came in.

"Hi," he said. "I've got company coming see you in the morning." He turned and headed to his room without mentioning anything about this morning. She didn't know whether to be mad or pissed off.

A short time later she heard voices. She wondered just which one of his women would be occupying his bed tonight. She thought, I sure would like to know just who it is. She slid out of bed and made her way out side to his window, which he always kept open.

She nearly fainted when she saw who it was. It was Gloria the wife of Stan's foreman. She was a beautiful woman that was several years younger than her husband was. She was active in the community and church. She was the last woman you would expect to see naked with Stan's cock down her throat. 

Jean could not take her eyes from his cock. He wasn't much longer than Tom but twice as large. Gloria was having a hard time getting it in her mouth.

Jean ran her hand up under her gown to finger her cunt. She watched Gloria as she sucked him and then as he fucked her open cunt. Gloria sure didn't have church on her mind as he rammed in and out of her cunt. All three came at the same time. Jean was weak as she made her way back to her room. She didn't see when Stan fuck Gloria to another cum.

Jean had a good night sleep and woke early the next morning. She started to get dressed then had a thought. Did he think she looked as good as Gloria? She decided to wear what she wore the morning before and dress later. Would he notice her this morning after he had sex the night before?

She was putting the biscuits in the oven when Stan came in. He watched her bent over with her ass nearly showing under the short gown. She straightens up and turned the bacon frying on the stove. He moved up against her with his crouch touching her ass again.

Jean jumped; she didn't hear him come in. the feel of his cock made her think of the way his cock had looked the night before. He was against her back and the stove in front; there was no place for her to go.

"Good morning," he said, without moving away. "Still smells good."

This time she knew what he was talking about. Her pussy moistened and her tits became hard with her face turning red at the same time.

"Go sit down breakfast will be ready in a moment."

"Don't you need some help with the bacon?"

"I can do this by myself."

"Maybe I could help you with something you can't do by yourself?"

His cock was about to burn a hole through the robe and gown she had on. She could feel him getting harder all the time. He moved his hands up the side of her ribs with the tips of his fingers just touching the edge of her tits. She could not stand still; it was feeling so good.

As his fingers touched the edges of her breasts he moved them around to cover them completely with his hands. Even through the robe and gown he could tell how young and firm they were. Her nipples were poking a hold in the palm of each hand.

She was in shock; Tom was the only one to ever touch her breasts. Now she was standing here with her father holding both of them. The move had taken her by surprise. She knew that she had to get away from him or she never would. He was squeezing them and rubbing the nipples with his hands. They were feeling better by the minute. She knew that he was too strong to fight. She said, "Please Stan, let me go. You shouldn't be doing this to me." To her surprise he turned her loose and sat back down at the table.

"Sorry but I kind of thought you might not object. Since you are wearing that robe and gown again. You have never dressed like that in front of me before."

Jean fixed his plate and set down across from him. She sipped on her coffee as she spoke. "I should have dressed this morning. I had plenty of time, but I guess I just wanted to tease you a little. Tom hasn't called since he has been gone and I was kind of pissed off."

"I don't mind the teasing but I want you to know that I will be ready when you decide to quit teasing. I have wanted to fuck you even before you and Tom married. 

"You get right to the point don't you. It's not going to happen, I'm not one of your late night girl friends."

"If I had you I wouldn't need them."

"Tom said you had them even before your wife died."

He got up from the table to go to work. As he was leaving he said, "I am going to fuck you."

He left and she hurried to the bedroom. He wasn't out of the drive before she had her fingers in her cunt. 

Stan called and said he wouldn't be home for dinner. He had a meeting with a client. Since he wasn't coming she grabbed a towel and headed to the pool. She liked to swim naked when no one was there. She swam several laps before getting out and stretching out on the lounge to get some sun.

Suddenly she heard the door open, but before she could react Stan was standing over her. He was taking in her naked body. She quickly pulled the towel up to hide her body from him. "I thought you said you weren't coming home?"

"Actually I had a better idea. Now I'm glad I did. I need to come home more often."

"Let me get some cloths on," and she headed toward the house. The towel over her breasts but her curvy ass in full view.

He called to her; "The reason I came home was to see if you would like go out for dinner."

She stopped and turned around. "What did you have in mind?"

"I have to meet the client for dinner and after go some where for a drink and music. It's been a long time since I've been with someone I could be seen in public with."

She thought for a second, "Been a long time since I've been out to. Ok, what shall I wear?"

"Wear something nice and sexy. I need to make a good impression on the client."

She turned back toward the house her ass still bare. She even gave it an extra wiggle for his benefit.

She decided to wear a tight black dress that Tom loved. It fit her to a T. The dress was cut low in the front that showed a lot of flesh. It only came down to mid thigh and had a slit up both sides. One wrong move and someone would get an eye full. Two small straps across each shoulder and the back cut to her waist. There was no way a bra could be worn with it. In fact the only other thing she had on was a pair of thin bikini panties. High heel sandals and a diamond necklace completed the package. 

Jean knew she was a showstopper in this out fit. She had worn it a couple of time when she and Tom went out. Each time he had fucked her before they got home. Why did she wear this out with her father? He could be crude sometimes and his desire for her frightened her, but he was a handsome man and she did want to make a good impression on his client.

Stan couldn't believe his eyes when she walked into the room. Where was that girl that usually wore jeans? "You are gorgeous! Why haven't I ever seen you like this before?" His cock came to an instant hard.

She saw the effect she had on him. Like father like son she thought. I better get him out of here before I have to fight him off. Now she knew why she wore this dress, she hadn't heard from Tom and she wanted Stan to know what Tom was missing out on.

They had a wonderful dinner. The client was an older man but he couldn't take his eyes from her chest. She must have made a good impression because he signed a mega bucks contract with Stan. She wondered if he even signed on the right line.

After dinner he left to catch a flight home. Stan was on cloud nine. He had just signed a mega bucks deal and he was out on the town with the sexiest lady he had ever been with, even if she was his son's wife.

On the way to the car he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close to his body; she didn't resist. "You were absolutely wonderful. He couldn't take his eyes off you long enough to read the contract. Let's go somewhere and celebrate."

He opened the car door for her and watched as she slid into the car. He could clearly see all her breasts even the nipples. The short dress rode up her thighs and the slit let him see the black panties. They had both consumed several drinks and she wasn't as careful to keep her legs together.

They went to a nightclub that had a dance floor. She loved to dance but Tom wasn't very good so they didn't go out much. Stan was an excellent dancer and they were both in a good mood from the contract and the wine. 

She liked the way he danced. By the third dance she let him pull her close to his body. She could feel his cock pressing against her. She had just enough to drink to let him hold her close. She rested her head on his chest with her breasts resting against him. When the dance ended they returned to the table for another drink.

The next time they danced she moved into his arms from the start. Both her arms were around his neck and her tits hard against him. He started with both hands around her waist but in a short time he slid down to cover her ass cheeks and pull her cunt tight to him. His leg was between her legs and at each turn rubbed it on her cunt. She was glad the dance floor was dark, She wouldn't want some of Tom's friends to see how she was dancing with his father.

They took another break. This time he moved to her side of the table. While they were sipping on their drinks she noticed he had his hand on her thigh, just above the knee. He wasn't trying to move any higher so she let it stay. A few minutes of small talk and she realized his hand had move several inches up her leg. She didn't know when he moved it but he had stopped again. 

Stan ordered another round. The waiter brought the drinks but his hand never left her leg. His hand moved again, this time it covered her cunt. Her panties were soaking wet and he could feel the heat from her cunt.

His hand on her cunt felt so good that it took her a moment to react. She tried to pull his hand away but he was to strong for her. Since she couldn't remove his hand she just tried to keep him from going farther. 

He was persistent and soon had a finger under the leg of her panties and in her wet cunt. It was feeling so good that she released his hand and spread her legs to give him more access to her cunt. She was so far gone that when he whispered in her ear for her to rise up she did it without thinking.

He quickly pulled her panties down and stuffed them in his pocket. He went back to her cunt but not before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. He put her hand on his cock.




Home Alone



She had never been so hot. This was the first time doing anything in a public place and it was really tuning her on. His fingers were in her cunt and she had his fat cock in her tiny hand. In a moment her cum hit her.

It took a little while to remember where she was. She looked around to see if anyone was looking at them. Everybody seemed to be involved with there on party. She slowly moved her hand from his cock and pulled his finger from her cunt. She realized her panties were missing but couldn't remember taking them off. How had he got her in such a state? "We need to go," and slid out of the seat and headed for the door.

Stan couldn't react as fast. He had to get his cock back in his pants, which wasn't an easy job. She was going out the door by the time he stood up.

When he got to the car she was waiting for him to unlock the door. Her face was still flushed and she wouldn't look him in the eye. He touched her arm and she started to cry. If one thing got to Stan it was a crying woman.

She wasn't as mad at him as she was herself. How could she have let things get so out of hand? She should have been under control. Like all men, Stan was going as far as she let him. She was mad at Tom for not calling. The dinner, drinks and finally the dancing had been the final straw. Her body was craving the attention.

Stan unlocked the door but before opening he turn her to face him. He gently pulled her into his large arms, He held her for several minutes until she stopped shaking. He lifted up her head and gently kissed her. He moved his tongue across her lips until she opened her lips to his. Her lips were the sweetest he had ever tasted. His tongue explored the reaches of her mouth. Soon she was returning his kiss with her own. His cock was still hard and she could feel him pressing against her. For several minutes they kissed standing next to the car.

She could feel him from her toes to her mouth. Her breasts were hard and swollen. Her pussy was getting wet again. His kisses were doing a job on her. It was like she didn't have any control at all over what was happing. He didn't ask permission, just took it for granted that since he wanted to fuck her that she also wanted him. He had said he was going to fuck her and now she believed that he just might do it.

Finally she broke the kiss but didn't try to pull away. "We need to get out of her before someone sees us. Let's go home."

He opened the door and she slid across the seat, making no effort to keep him from looking at her cunt when the dress rode up her thighs.

The drive home took about 30 minutes on the quite country road. She didn't say anything, just had her head thrown back and her bare legs stretched in front of her. He reached over and took her by the arm. Letting her know that he wanted her next to him. She slid over without a word and rested her head on his shoulder. He put his arm across her shoulder and let his hand drop down to cover a tit. He gently massaged her breast with his fingers. She reached up and caught his hand in hers. She didn't push him away, just stopped him from moving. It was like she couldn't make up her mind what to do.

To Jean his hand felt good on her tit. She liked her breasts played with and he certainly knew how. He had his hand in her cunt earlier so why not his hand on her tit.

She leaned forward and put his hand on the back of the seat. Then she pushed the straps of the dress down and let the top fall into her lap. Her naked breasts were out where he could see all he wanted. She took his hand and brought it back down to her tit. He immediately went to work on it.

He couldn't believe it when she let the top down. Her breasts were perfect, just the right size for her body. Her tits stood high and proud on her chest as only twenty-year-olds could. He knew that he now had permission to do what he would with them.

The areolas were as big as silver dollars and dark with lust. Her nipples were hard and standing out. He played with first one and then the other. Each time he hit the right spot she let out a sigh. Her hand was resting on his cock and each time it felt good she gave him a squeeze.

Even with Ton she had never rode down the rode naked to the waist. Now she was with his father and he was caressing her tits as she handled his cock. She didn't take it out but she could tell he was about to burst.

The trip was over too soon. She still hadn't made up her mind to fuck him, but he thought it was a foregone conclusion.

When he opened the car door she slid across and got out his side. The movement made her dress slide up her legs leaving her blond pussy covered. Stan had never seen hair so fine that it didn't hide the pink opening to her cunt. He tried to get his hand on her cunt but she pushed him back and stood up. Her dress was still around her waist and she slowly pulled it up to cover her breasts. They headed to the house with his hand around her waist. 

Once in the house they were kissing once more. She loved the way he took control of her. After several minutes that broke apart. "Come to my room," he said.

"I'm not quite ready for that yet," She said.

"You know I want you and that you want me too."

"I also know that you are my father, and we have already gone much farther that we should have. I'm not blaming you because I enjoy what we are doing just as much as you are, but I'm married to your son. What if some one found out what we are doing? This is not the same as the other women you are sleeping with. Their husbands know what is going on but Tom doesn't. If he did I don't think he would give his consent."

Stan wasn't going to push her. He was closer to getting what he wanted than he thought he would be by now. He still had a week to work on her before Tom returned. If he was going to get any relief tonight he was going to have to take matters in his own hand.

She raised up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. "When I am ready I will come to you." She said as she turned to go to her room.

Jean still didn't have a massage from Tom on the answering machine. It was late but she decided to call him anyway. It rang several times before a woman answered. Jean was so shocked at hearing a woman's voice that she didn't say anything. The woman said, "Hello" again. Then she heard Tom's voice in the background; "Come on back to bed it's just some prankster."

Jean hung up the phone with tears rolling down her cheeks. She set on the bed with her head in her hands. No wonder he hadn't called he was to busy with that bimbo to think about her. The longer she thought about it the madder she got. There he was fucking another woman while she was home alone and needing him. 

She suddenly sat up. Two can play that game and Stan was just down the hall, and would be glad to take care of her problem.

She stood and let her dress drop to the floor. Looking in the mirror she saw a naked woman that needed to be fucked tonight. If her husband weren't going to be here for her then his father would take care of the job. She blamed Tom for what she was about to do, but really it just gave her a reason to do what she had wanted to do all night.

She walked naked down the hall to his room. She paused a second before knocking. She knew that once she walked through the door there would be no turning back, tonight are ever.

Stan was naked lying on his bed his hard cock in his hand. He was about to masturbate when the knock came. Without covering up are stopping what he was doing he called, "Come in."

She opened the door and saw he was naked with his hard cock waiting for her. She walked to the bed and he sat up on the side of it. She walked into his waiting arms. He pulled her close with his head buried between her breasts. She said, "I'm ready for you now."

He pulled her back on the bed with him. For several minutes they kissed with him squeezing and sucking her breasts and her stroking his cock. "I have wanted you here like this since the first time I met you. You are so beautiful that it would be a shame if only Tom could love you." He kissed her neck and breasts until she couldn't stop moving.

"Come on, move over me and fuck me. I don't want to wait any longer. I need to feel this wonderful cock buried in me. This will be the first time someone other than Tom has ever been in me, and I want to feel what it's like."

Stan knew how to please a woman. It wasn't just for the money that the other women came to his room at night. Now that he had his beautiful daughter naked and in bed he planned on taking his time. He wanted to make sure that this wasn't a one-time thing. He wanted her to enjoy it so much that she would come back again and again.

He kissed her down her body. Stopping to lick her navel before moving down to her cunt. When he reached her blond cunt he blew his breath on the fine hair. He watched as it moved over the opening of her cunt. He spread the lips of her cunt apart. She was totally wet already. He licked her cunt from the bottom to the top. He liked the taste of her cunt on his tongue. She spread her legs as wide apart as she could to give him all the room he needed. "Please eat me."

He eat her for several minutes, and each time she was about to cum he would switch to something else. When he had her where she was about to climb the walls he moved back on his heels where he could see her. Jean knew that he was looking at her and she wanted him to see everything there was to see. She wanted him to fuck her like she had never wanted Tom. He moved over her and she raised her knees and opened her cunt for him. 

He could wait no longer. The head of his cock was at the opening of her cunt. He could feel the heat coming from her. He knew that she was ready as she would ever be and that it was him she was wanting, not his son.

"Please don't wait. Put it in now! I need you in me; I need to be fucked!" He flexed his hips and the head moved through the opening. He slowly moved forward without stopping until his huge cock was buried up to his balls. 

Jean was in heaven. Nothing had ever filled her like he was doing. He wasn't longer than Tom but he was a lot larger. He touched every wall of her cunt and clit on each stroke. She had started to climax the moment he entered her. She could feel it continue to build at each stroke he made. 

Stan could hold back no longer, He had been on the edge all night and he had to finish now! He buried his cock as far in her as he could get. Using both hands to lift her cunt closer as he let the cum fly. His cum hitting deep in her cunt sent her over the edge.

His hot cum was all it took. She could feel his big cock pulsing each time he shot a load. Never had sex been so good for her. Her whole body climaxed not just her cunt. His father was really good and she knew that she was going to want more in just a short time.

Stan couldn't hold up any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, bring her up on top of him. His cock was still hard and he wanted to stay nestled in her hot cunt. Normally he could go several times a night, but fucking his daughter was just too much off a turn on.

He lay on his back with her on top. His cock still hard and buried in her cunt. His big cock kept the load of cum from running out of her. Her naked breasts were on his chest with the nipples still hard.

She hung on as he rolled her over. She didn't want him to come out and lose the good feeling she had. She raised her head and saw that he was looking at her and grinning. "What are you grinning about?"

"Man, that was good. It put a smile on my face that nothing can take off. I don't see you frowning."

She smiled back, "It was good, the best ever. Are you ready to go again?"

"Start working that pussy up and down and we'll see."

Jean started moving from side to side, letting the muscles in her cunt squeeze his cock; She raised up on her knees and fucked up and down on his cock. Each stroke moved 5 or 6 inches of his cock in her cunt. He just lay on his back and let her do the work. He played with her tits while she rode him. Each time he pinched her nipples she would squeeze his cock with her cunt.

She began to move faster and faster as she neared another climax. His hands moved to her hips to help her lift up and down on his cock, Her tits were in his mouth with his tongue licking all over them. When she finally came she nearly blacked out. He didn't cum with her that time.

When she recovered she realized that he was still in her and that he was hard. Tom could cum several times a night but his father could outlast him. She loved the way he was making her feel. She hadn't thought about Tom since she entered the room.

Stan kept his arms around her to keep her from rolling off. He was still smiling as he asked her, "How was that?"

"You don't have to ask you already know." She lay stretched out on his chest; his hard cock still buried in her. She ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him.

"When you are ready to go again let me know." He caressed her body; running his hands down to her ass and pulling her cunt tight against his still hard cock. He gripped her body and said, "Roll over, I want back on top." The move was accomplished without him being dislodged. He pushed into her once more until his balls were resting on her ass. Looking into her eyes he said, "You have got to be the hottest woman I've ever been with."

He sucked on her tits and started moving in and out again. Jean pulled her legs up as high as she could and opened her cunt for all his cock. With her feet she pushed her cunt up to him on each stroke. She put everything she had into making him feel good, just as she always had for her husband.

Stan got faster and faster as he rammed her cunt harder and harder. She started cumin again. He fucked her on through her climax and slowed long enough for her to get back in the race.

When she was back moving with him he speeded up again. Jean matched him stroke for stroke. Finally he could last no longer. His cock had been in her for over 2 hours and he just had to have some relieve.

He could feel the climax building up. Her hot cunt was caressing his cock on each stroke. He reached the point of no return. Cum spilled out the end of his cock into her waiting womb. It pushed her over the edge and for the fifth time that night she came again. She threw her legs around him and pulled him deep into her womb and held him there. He collapsed on top of her. She finally had to roll him off to get her breath.

When he rolled off, his cock popped out liked a stopper in a wine bottle. Cum poured out of her. It ran down her ass and onto the bed. Both were to exhausted to worry about the mess they had made. They went to sleep in each other's arms. 

Sometimes later they woke and took a shower together. He could still not get enough of her body. He told her how beautiful she was and how much he loved getting her in bed. "I wish I could fuck you all night."

"Stan, you are the only one except Tom for me. For the last year you have been making me nervous. Father's are not suppose to do this to there son's wife. I'm sure glad this finally happened. Now I have got to figure out what to do about Tom.

They lay naked on the fresh made bed. They caressed each other as they talked. "What made you change your mind and come to me?"

She told him about the phone call and that it made her mad. "I came to get back at him, but the moment I walked through that door I knew that I was here because I wanted you. I guess I do have him to thank for the best sex of my life."

"It was probably Susan with him. She has never seen a man that she didn't want."

"Have you ever been with her?"

He started to lie but decided to tell the truth. "Every time I go to that office. Her husband is very understanding. You know that I have woman here all the time with their husband's consent. My wife also knew about them but she knew that she was the only one I loved and that I wasn't going anywhere. Tom is a lot like me. This is the first time he has been away from you long enough to look at someone else. He may promise to behave but it will happen again. What are you going to do when he gets back?"

"I don't know but we will have to have a talk. I'm not going to live like his mother did, with him off fucking some woman while I wait at home like a good little wife."

Jean and Stan fucked every where and anywhere for the rest of the 2 weeks until time for Tom to come home. By that time they were so hooked on each other that they knew they would continue to fuck even after Tom was home. She didn't go back to her bed until it was time for Tom to return.

Tom arrived late that afternoon. She greeted him with a big kiss and telling him how much she had missed him. No one could tell from her actions that she had been fucking his father for two weeks.

She fixed supper and they set around talking about his trip and what went on. Jean was dressed in shorts and had a shirt tied around her breasts. It was plain to see that she didn't have on anything under it. Tom couldn't believe that she was dressed liked this in front of his father.

They finished dinner and cleaned up. They made it to bed early, as Tom was anxious to get between her legs. Even with all the sex he had while he was gone, Jean was still the best he had ever had.

Jean was very aggressive, which wasn't like her. Tom took it as missing him. She took of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants in no time at all he was naked. She pushed him back on the bed while she striped.

When she was naked she climbed on the bed between his legs. She took his growing cock in her hand. She quickly took him in her mouth and sucked him until he was hard. She then moved up over him and inserted his hard cock in her cunt. She fucked up and down on him while he played with her tits. "Are you glad to be home?"

"Oh yes, I missed having you in bed."

"Did you behave yourself?"

"Sure, What are you talking about?"

"Other women, did you get lonesome and find someone else?"

Tom was a little taken back. Did she know or was she just playing a game? "I behaved."

She raised up and sank all the way down on his cock and just set there. "Tom don't lie to me. I know what you did and I know whom you did it with. I can understand taking a woman but I will not be lied to. If I was going to kill you would I be setting on your cock now?"

Tom had no choice but to confess. Did he want to tell her everything are just some of it. "Well there was one time."

"One time? What was her name?"

`"Barbara"

Jean wondered what happened to Susan and if there was any more. " I told you not to lie to me. What about Susan?"

Tom couldn't believe she was fucking him and asking all these questions. How did she know so much? "Ok, there was Susan, and Patsy as well as Barbara. There was also one time with Susan and her husband. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"You are just like your father. Both of you want every woman you see. Do you know the women that come here to see him?"

"Most of them."

"Do you know what they all have in common?"

"I think they all work for the company."

"Doesn't it make you wonder how he gets to fuck so many of his employees wives with out the husbands complaining?"

"Dad pays his employees really good."

"You know that he fucked around even before your mothers death."

"He has always had his share and then some of women."

"He may have paid the husbands to send their wives to him the first time but later they came on their own. Now he has a new one."

"Who is it?"

Jean worked on his cock, which was now rock hard from the sex talk. She could tell he was about to cum. "Me! Ever since the night I called and found you in bed with Susan."

Tom almost fainted; his wife was fucking his father. His cock started going soft. He could feel it swivel up in side her cunt. "How could you do something like that with my father?"




Home Alone



"Don't you go and blame me. I told you when we move in here that he was looking at me like he wanted to fuck and you just laughed. Well, he did fuck me and did a very good job of it. I was trying to put him off when I called you. Susan answered the phone and you told her to come back to bed. I hung up the phone and went straight to his bed. I've been there ever since. Now you are like all the rest of his employee's whoses wives he is fucking. Your boss is fucking your wife and she just happens to be his daughter."

Tom's cock was completely soft as it slipped from her cunt. She climbed from the bed. "I going to bed with him now see you in the morning."

She walked out without looking back.

Tom was in complete shock. He finally got up and mixed himself a stiff drink. He downed it in one swallow. He then mixed another to take back to bed with him. He couldn't sleep thinking about his wife and father in bed together. Why had he gotten mixed up with Susan and her bunch anyway? Neither one was as good as Jean. Now his wife who up to 2 weeks ago had never even seen another naked man was in his fathers room fucking.

He went and mixed another drink and started to go knock on his father's door, but he was afraid of what he may find. Back in his room he couldn't stop picturing his wife naked and his father's cock invading her pretty blond cunt. The cunt that use to be his and his alone. The more he thought about it the wilder it seemed. In spite of himself his cock began growing hard at the thought of them in there together. He had known when he was a teenager that his father was fucking around on his mother. At the time he thought it was pretty cool to have all those other women. Now it was his wife his father had in his bed.

He couldn't sleep and he lay there until nearly dawn, rubbing his hard cock and picturing what they were doing. That was the way Jean found him when she returned to the room just before dawn. 

"Are you waiting up for me?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Looks like you may not be to troubled at the idea of your father and me. Would you like to fuck me now?"

"Yes."

"She lay down on the bed and opened her legs to him. He could see that her cunt had been well fucked and dried cum was matting on the fine blond hair. He hesitated before climbing on her. She noticed it and said, "I know I'm still a mess but if you want to fuck me you may as well get use to it, Stan dumps a big load."

He moved over her and quickly moved in her. Her cunt was wet and slick and he didn't have any trouble entering her. In a short time he added his cum to his father's.

Jean came again as his cum hit her She wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her. She said, "I still love you and always will, but you are going to have to make room for your father. I don't know if you cheating on me was what finally led me to your father or not. It may have happened anyway. He just wouldn't give up and now that I have been with him I can't stop. There is going to be some changes around here but I think all three of us will enjoy them. I don't expect either of you to be faithful to me, but just realize that what is good for you will be good for me."

Tom had one more thought before going to sleep. If his father was fucking his wife then there was going to be a lot of women that needed to be taken care off. He went to sleep with a smile on his face. 



Home Alone



My roommates are out of town for the night, leaving me with the house to myself. Perfect. A chance to relax, curl up on the sofa, and do nothing for the evening. It's an awful night out, raining and windy, the house creaking the way only old houses do, but I have no plans to go anywhere and I don't mind in the slightest.

I take a long hot bath first, taking my time, secure in the knowledge that no one will be knocking at the door demanding to get in. Afterwards, I wander back to my bedroom and decide it's too much trouble to get fully dressed, so I just pull on an old dress shirt a past boyfriend left behind. The cotton feels cool and comfortable against my warm skin, barely touching me. I don't bother with a bra or panties, just button up the shirt and head back to the kitchen.

I make my dinner, and eat in front of the television without paying much attention to the food. My cat sits by my feet giving me reproachful looks until I toss a piece of chicken his way. He sniffs it disdainfully, gives it a desultory lick, than pushes it away with his paw, wrinkling his nose in disgust. He returns to staring at me, convinced there's something better to eat that I'm keeping hidden. I look down at my half-eaten dinner and agree with his appraisal of it. I take the plate into the kitchen, put it on the counter, than start rummaging through the freezer for the ice cream.

I'm peering into the freezer, and have just spotted the elusive container of Hagen Daz, when I hear a strange noise from the other room. I assume it's my cat and take my time, but suddenly he comes running into the room, fur standing on end. I immediately tense up; we've had a problem with rats in the house before, and it must be big one if it's scared him this badly.

I grab a broom for defense and nervously make my way back to the living room. When I get there I'm vastly relieved to see no rat in sight; instead, the main window has blown open and is flapping hard on its old hinges in the wind. I don't remember having left it open earlier, but it's prone to slipping open if the latch isn't secured just right. I put down the broom and go to close the window.

I'm just reaching for the window and pulling it shut when I see a blur of motion reflected in the pane. I don't have time to think about it before I feel a hand grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back, dragging me to my knees.

I scream as loudly as I can, but it’s pure reflex – there’s no one around to hear me. I struggle hard, at first pulling back, but only succeeding in hurting myself as my hair is strained so hard I can feel strands pulling out. I change tactics and lunge at my attacker instead. I’m at the perfect level to do some serious damage so I aim my fist directly at his crotch, but he jumps aside fast, then backhands me in the face, so hard that only his hand in my hair keeps me from falling to the floor. 

“That was a stupid thing to try,” he growls, then throws me on the floor where I land heavily on my back. He immediately kneels over me, using his legs to pin down my arms. I struggle wildly but it’s almost impossible for me to move in this position. I can kick my legs but can’t get any leverage to move. I glare up at him and am furious to see he’s actually laughing at me. My arms are starting to feel numb; he’s a big man, bull-solid, and he’s deliberately pressing his whole weight down on me.

I finally realize that struggling is futile and stop moving, staring up at him instead. He meets my gaze with a coolly appraising look, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he reaches down and slowly and deliberately opens his pants and takes his cock out. From my position it’s inches from my face and I turn bright scarlet and turn my face away to avoid looking at it. He grabs my head by the hair again and forces me to face it, so I shut my eyes in protest, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of doing what I know he wants me to do. 

Then, to my horror, he starts to slap it against my face. My eyes open in reflexive shock and I hear him laugh again. His cock is getting bigger and harder by the second, its heavy blunt length smacking me firmly over and over again, not hurting me but making me boil with rage and humiliation. Precum is starting to leak out of it and he rubs it on my lips, which I immediately clamp firmly closed.

He puts a big hand over my nose and pinches my nostrils, shutting off my air supply. I didn’t expect this and can’t hold my breath for very long and open my mouth for air. He doesn’t try to push his cock in, as I expected. Instead, he takes one huge fist and rubs gently against my lips, smearing the precum into my mouth. Than he pushes his hand hard against my mouth, pressing my lips painfully back against my teeth. 

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” he says. “Try and bite me, and I’ll knock all your teeth out. And I’ll still fuck your mouth, while you choke on your own blood. Understand?” I look up at him, terrified, and he can tell from the look in my eyes that I understand, all right. 

“Open up, then,” he says, and although I’m furious, my fear outweighs my anger and I grudgingly unclench my jaw and part my lips.

He thrusts in my mouth so hard I’m caught by surprise. I gag and have to fight to keep the bile from rising in my throat. I sputter and gasp and can’t help but try to turn my head away but he holds me in place and continues to force his cock in and out. I can feel tears pouring from my eyes as I continue to choke, only to gain the briefest respite as he pulls his cock briefly out of my mouth and rubs it across my face so my tears, saliva, and precum are smeared all over me. Then he returns to fucking my face hard, moaning softly with pleasure. He slaps my face from time to time, bringing fresh tears of humiliation and pain to my eyes.

I’m feeling dizzy from the lack of air when he pulls back abruptly and gets off of me. He gets to his feet, and watches me, holding his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, a smile on his face. I lie still for a second, inhaling great gulps of air, then very slowly and cautiously get up, eyes on his face. My arms ache from being pinned and I rub them, trying to force life and energy back into them. I start backing slowly away until he orders me to stop. I halt in my tracks, and remain still.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice cracking out low and sharp. I almost start to move automatically in response to the command, then catch myself and stop. I shake my head in negation. He grins. 

“You’re a slow learner, aren’t you?” And with that he moves forward so fast I don’t have time do more than flinch as he grabs me, twists me around, and slams me up against the wall. 

“I was going to go easy on you if you obeyed,” I hear his voice growl in my ear. “So it’s fortunate for me that you didn’t. Maybe not so fortunate for you though.”

His body is pressed up against me, holding me place. He kicks my feet out to force my legs apart, and I’m too frightened to even try to bring them back together. I can feel the cool air against my bare skin. He reaches up under my shirt and rubs my exposed pussy. 

“You’re wet,” he murmurs into my ear, then brings his hand up and rubs my juices on my face. I struggle and try to move away but I’m held firmly in place and forced to smell and taste my own excitement as his fingers enter my mouth. Then he pulls his hand back and gives me a very light slap, almost more of a heavy pat, on my face. I’d tensed in preparation for the blow, and the unexpected gentleness of it disarms me for a second as the sensation feels closer to pleasure than pain. Although I don’t make any sound or gesture to let him know this, he seems to almost sense it. He whispers “good girl” in my ear, then takes his cock and starts rubbing it gently against my pussy. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter from the stimulation, but I remain stubbornly still, tense and mute.

“Beg for it,” he says, louder, more commanding now. “I can feel how much you want it, you little slut, so beg me to fuck your pussy.” I don’t say a word, just remain still, my eyes closed, heart hammering in fear, praying he will tire of this and leave me alone. He continues to rub his cock against me; the sensation feels so exquisite that I’m worried I will start pressing back against him, so to prevent that I try to wriggle away and close my legs. He orders me once more to beg, and I stay quiet.

“All right then,” he says. “If you won’t ask for it, I won’t give it to you. I’m not going to fuck your pussy, little girl.” I feel a wave of incredulous relief, but also a sinking disappointment which is harder to acknowledge. He lightens his hold on me so that I’m still facing the wall but no longer pushed up against it. 

I’m wondering if I’ll be released, when suddenly he slams me back hard, enough to knock all the wind out of my body. I’m gasping for breath and trying to stay on my feet when he says “I’ll just have to fuck your ass instead,” and with no further warning he rams his cock into my ass.

I’m so tight that at first the head of his cock just strains against me, but as he continues to use all his strength to push it in I feel my body give and suddenly he’s inside me. His cock is still wet from my pussy but it doesn’t feel like enough lubrication to make the entrance smooth, so he uses brute force to slam it deep into me instead. I scream as he gets it all the way in; then he slides back, taking his cock all the way out against before viciously thrusting it back, hard, using all the weight of his body, pushing it in so violently that my body is smashed forcefully against the wall.

I’ve never known pain like this. It feels like he’s splitting me in half, and I can’t stop screaming as he continues to use me this way, hard, never letting up. I feel dizzy from continually hitting the wall so hard, my body is overwhelmed with pain, and I'm afraid he’s tearing me apart inside, but he’s unrelenting. I can hear his groans of pleasure in my ear as he fucks my ass hard.

At first I’m screaming with every thrust, but as he shows no sign of stopping I finally start begging. 

“Please, please you’re hurting me so much, please stop,” I’m trying to speak but crying and whimpering at the same time. But he understands me.

“You want me to stop?” he asks, then thrusts again, laughing softly as my pleas are cut off with a muffled scream. He pulls out again, very slowly this time, and pauses. 

“I guess you think you can’t take any more, is that it?” he asks, the head of his cock just touching my violated asshole. “I have been fucking you pretty hard. You’re bleeding, did you know that? I can see your blood all over my cock.” I whimper softly at that news and whisper “please stop,” again. 

He thrusts again, just as hard, and I whimper. 

“You will address me as Sir,” he says, ramming his cock into me for emphasis with each word. “Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” I whisper. Then, very meekly, I ask “please Sir, please would you stop? I think I’m hurt badly, Sir.”

He pauses. 

“You’re not hurt so badly,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’ll know when I hurt you badly. This isn’t even close. And no, I’m not going to stop. Do you know why?” I can’t help but start crying at his words, but I manage to answer. 

“No Sir, I don’t know why.” He chuckles, then reaches forward and strokes my face, kisses my neck gently, and whispers in my ear “Because I’m not done yet. I want to fuck you until I come in your ass, and I don’t care what you think, or how much it hurts you. Because your body isn’t yours anymore. It belongs to me. And I’m going to use it anyway I want to.”

I whimper and beg him to stop once more, but he tells me to shut up and I immediately get quiet again. He keeps stroking my face, than orders me down on my hands and knees. He moves back slightly, giving me room, and I don’t want to obey him but I’m too weak to stand and I fall down into that pose. 

“Good girl,” he says, then gets behind me, presses the tip of his cock against me for just a second before pounding it in hard.

He can get even deeper in this position, and I’m screaming again, screaming and crying and gasping, unable to beg, unable to do anything except remain in this position and take it. I hear his breathing coming fast as he pounds faster and faster into me, his hands are in my hair, pulling, forcing my head back and arching my back as he slams his entire body weight into me. 

He suddenly gives a hoarse, animalistic groan and I feel his cock pulsing as he spurts hot cum deep into my ass. His orgasm seems to go on and on, I imagine I must be overflowing with cum, and in fact when he pulls out I can feel it dripping thickly out of me. I hear him stand up, but I remain on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, unable to move. He stands behind me, and I hear his breathing gradually returning to normal. 

Finally he commands me to turn around. My body is so bruised and aching I don’t want to move, but I try, managing to slowly and painfully turn to face him, still on my knees. He looks down at me. 

“I think you learned a lesson, didn’t you?” he asks. I nod but don’t speak. 

“Who is in charge?” he asks me, and I whisper “you are.” He slaps me hard, so I fall to the floor. I realize my mistake as I’m lying there and pull myself back up into my kneeling position. 

“You are, Sir,” I say, and he reaches out to stroke my bruised face. 

“That’s right, baby,” he says. Then he reaches down, wraps both hands around my throat, and pulls me up, leaving me still on my knees but stretched upwards. His fingers tighten and I feel a rush of weakness, so I’m forced to slump and only his hands are holding me up. 

I look up at him – he seems far away as my vision blurs, but I can still see him. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks, looking at me intently. At first I’m puzzled, even through the fear and the pain and the dizziness. He relaxes his hold very slightly to allow me a little more air, but keeps looking at me, and then suddenly I realize what he is asking. 

Trust, right now, is nothing more than knowing he has complete control over me. I don’t need to feel anything right now, except faith in his control of me. He can hurt me, or play with me, or use me anyway he wants. And strangely, there is a sort of freedom in that knowledge.

I look up at him and speak as clearly as I can with his hands constricting my throat. 

“I trust you, Sir,” I say, and he releases my throat with a smile, and strokes my face. I fall back slightly when he lets go of me and have steady myself by holding his legs for purchase. He doesn't seem to mind. 

I stay still for a moment, then looking straight ahead I see his cock in front of me. It's still slightly erect, thick and heavy, shiny with our mingled juices, reddish with my blood. 

I move forward slightly, than look up at him for approval, and he nods. I open my mouth and take him in, welcoming him this time, licking him clean of his come and my blood. I feel his hand, solid but gentle, on the back of my head, and it feels like absolution. 

“This is just the beginning, you know” he says, stroking my hair, and I continue my task, completely absorbed in it and him, and finally no longer afraid.



Home Alone



She was home alone and horny so she decided to get undressed, slip into her robe and watch a porno movie, maybe even pleasure herself. The movie opened with a man coming to the door and after some conversation was invited inside. As porno movies go there was little dialogue before sex, they embraced and kissed, and then he began to undress her right there in the hallway. One scene caught her attention, when the man went to his knees and treated the woman's pussy with his lips and tongue while she stood.

It reminded her of the telephone conversation with James, when he was talking dirty to her, he had described that very scene as what he wanted to do to her. She closed her eyes and slipped a hand under her robe to caress her breast. With the sounds of sex from the porno movie playing in the background, her imagination soon had her greeting James at her front door. Her breathing quickened as she experienced a combination of emotions ranging from self consciousness to acute sexual arousal. 

In her imagination James took her in his arms, He held her tight and kissed her. While in reality she slid a hand under her robe in response to her pussy's yearning for attention and guided her fingers between her engorged lips to feel her pussy's readiness.

In fantasy James unbuttoned her blouse and admired her breasts before lavishing them with kisses.

She pinched her nipple between her thumb and fore finger with one hand and rolled her clit under the fingers of her other.

He slithered down her body in her fantasy and tugged at her shorts and panties until they were lying around her ankles. He took her ankle and raised one foot then the other and slid her clothing across the floor. 

She threw open her robe in an inexplicable need to expose her nakedness, and then she fondled her bare, hot flesh all over, as she would have him do if he were really there. The sounds of sex from the porno movie played on, as did the movie in her mind, James was now kneeling in front of her naked body, gently caressing her thighs with trembling hands and lightly kissing her pussy.

Meanwhile on her sofa she spread her legs as wide as she could and feverishly fingered her swollen clit.

She felt the warm moistness of his fantasy tongue searching for her love button; she bent her knees and pushed her mound forward to facilitate access to her craving crevice.

She had reached the point where she could come at will; her hard, erect nipples felt like they were ready to jump off her breasts. All her senses were primed for orgasm, she toyed with her aching pussy avoiding her clit and waiting for the perfect moment to unleash the pent up torrents of pleasure that were pending.

In her mind James' hungry, lively tongue found her clit and licked at it vigorously; he dug his fingers into her buttocks and pulled her pussy tight to his mouth. She moaned loudly then placed her hand behind his head and instinctively heaved her hips, pushing her insatiable pussy up and down over his lips, his chin, his nose. At this point it didn't matter; contact with her insistent, demanding clit was all she required, she was beyond wanting, now she had to get off. 

This was the moment in reality that she was waiting for, with the sounds of passion from the porno movie reaching a fever pitch; her cream covered fingers opened the gates of pleasure from her swollen clit. As fantasy James expertly ate her succulent, spice box and the couple in the porno movie moaned and groaned, she, like them, came and came and came. She kept fingering her lusty pleasure provider and experienced several extensive, savory orgasms before her clit became too sensitive to touch.

Just then her husband came home; he didn't see her because she was down stairs in the TV room. Her first impulse was to cover herself but the more she thought about letting him see her, sitting, or almost lying on the sofa with her robe and her legs wide open, the more excited she got. She began to finger her clit again and it felt good, she wanted more.

Again her heart beat faster as she heard his foot steps approach, her insecurity almost took over and nearly panicked her into covering up. She steeled herself and tried to look relaxed and sexy for him, she knew his eyes would automatically go to her fur lined pussy which was facing the doorway from between her wide open thighs. But that's another story.



Home Alone



It was another beautiful day, perhaps one of the few left before fall set in, and better yet it was Saturday. Sandy had the house to herself, her parents had left the night before for a weekend away alone. School was starting Monday and she was going to make sure she enjoyed this final weekend. Sandy had been very sick as a child and did not start school on time so although she was already 18 she still had one more year of high school. 

Sandy was an only child who lived with her parents in their sprawling contemporary home in the suburbs of Boston. Their home overlooked the ocean as it sat on two acres of land. It was located in a secluded, well to do area of town where people had a lot of money. The yard was beautifully landscaped, had an in ground pool and was surrounded by tall bushes on both sides. 

Sandy was always spoiled growing up, partly because she was an only child, but mainly because she had such a rough childhood. She had spent months in and out of hospitals up until she was 5 years old. Now completely healthy she was a very attractive girl and stayed in great shape by working out at the gym and swimming laps in the pool. She had beautiful golden blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and full red lips. She was 5’5” tall with a wonderful figure; her breasts were a size 34B with perfectly round pink areolas and perky little nipples. Her stomach was firm and flat, her waist and hips flowed together in a perfect hour glass curve, and her legs were long and slender. 

Sandy headed out back for a swim, it was 8 am, but it was already nearing 80 degrees outside. She dropped her towel on the chair and looked out at the ocean. She decided to swim in the nude, something she liked to do when no one was around, even though her mother had scolded her several times after catching her. It was something about the feeling of the cool water on her bare pussy that she loved so much. She stripped out of her cloths and headed for the diving board. 

She walked out onto the board and paused a moment before diving in. As she began to swim laps she took notice of the crisp clean water rushing by her freshly shaven vagina and she could feel her nipples swelling. As she turned to make her way back across the pool Sandy turned her focus back to swimming. It was her routine to do 25 laps each day. It usually took about forty minutes to complete. As she approached the last few laps she quickened her pace. By the time she finished she was tired, but felt rejuvenated as well.

Sandy got out of the pool and toweled off before sitting down to rest in one of the lounge chairs. The warm sun felt good on her naked body so she laid back to catch a few rays. Lying back with her eyes closed she began to day dream about having sex with some hunk. She so wanted to know what it would be like to have a big cock in her pussy. She thought about it often and when she could, she would watch her father’s porn videos. It made her horny to see those women fucking and sucking those big cocks. She was amazed how some of the women could get two cocks in their pussy at once or have one in their pussy and one in their ass. Sandy started to wonder what a man’s cum tasted like when she realized how horny she was making herself.

She began to run her fingers over her sensitive nipples bringing them to attention as she continued to fantasize about being fucked for the first time. Her fingers wandered down to her moist pussy and slid through the crack of her young pink vagina, dreaming that is was someone else touching her. As the soft tender folds of her pussy gave way to the intruding fingers she felt very relaxed. Slowly and gently she worked two fingers inside her tight hole giving her a wonderful sensation through her body. The warm sun shinning down on her elegant body added to the heat her pussy was already producing. Sandy gazed down at the beautiful sight of her shaved pussy being fucked by her own hand. She pulled her fingers out to have a taste of herself and then quickly slid them back in.

Sweat was rolling down Sandy’s luscious body as her hips rocked back and forth. One hand was at work inside her young vagina while the other tended to her tiny bud of a clit. She felt herself nearing climax, her breathing became rapid and her muscles tensed as she released her tension and her pussy flooded with warm creamy juice. She moaned unconsciously as her pussy twitched from her orgasm. Sandy’s finger’s dripped with her sweet cream as she brought them to her lips so she could enjoy the addicting flavor of her pussy. 

Sandy loved to her make herself cum and today was on exception. Lying in the chair she felt her body slowly return to normal, but her mind was still racing. Her fingers had not been enough to satisfy such a young tireless creature. Once fully recovered from her orgasm, Sandy cooled off in the pool. The cool water was refreshing as she waded around in the shallow end. After diving under a few times she climbed out of the pool and dried off in the shade of a large maple tree nearby.

Still nude, Sandy returned to the house and made her way upstairs to her parents room. From the back of her fathers closet she pulled out a small plastic box that contained his collection of adult DVDs. She sat on the bed and shuffled through the stack until she found the one she wanted to watch, “Double Stuffed Sluts”, and loaded it into the DVD player. Sandy loved to see the women in the films getting fucked in their ass and pussy at the same time. As the movie started Sandy lay back on her parents neatly made bed and watched.

The first scene was amazing; it depicted a petite, brunette girl and two men. One man was lying on his back with his large cock up inside the girl’s pussy as she lay on top of him and the other guy buried the full length of his erection into her ass. Sandy was getting very horny as the camera zoomed in on the two big cocks sliding in and out of the young girl’s two luscious holes. No matter how many times Sandy watched the girl getting fucked it made her wet every time. As the scene neared the end Sandy watched intently at what she knew was about to happen. One at a time each of the two hard cocks were pulled from the woman’s ass and cunt. She rolled to one side and instantly the men were aiming their stiff members at her face. Almost simultaneously the men shot their big creamy loads onto the pretty little face of the girl they had just fucked. The woman’s tongue lashed out at the tips of the hard cocks in her face, licking up the last few drops of cum leaking out.

Sandy was getting very horny from watching the girl in the film receive to big cum shots to her face. Sandy’s pussy was wet with excitement as she began to slide her fingers down into her crotch. She wondered how it would feel to have two big cocks inside her. With her index finger wet and slippery from her warm pussy juices, Sandy guided it down to her tight virgin ass. She had never performed any ass play on herself before, but this morning she was extremely aroused and had a strong urge to know what it was like to explore her ass. The sensation she got when her finger slid over her tiny hole for the first time in a sexual way was strange. It felt different than rubbing her pussy and, although it was not as sensitive as her pussy it felt very nice none the less.

She swirled her finger around the outer rim of her ass for several minutes, occasionally lubricating it with pussy juice. Sandy looked up at the television and watched as a cute blonde girl was being ass fucked doggie style while she sucked on the cock of another guy. As she watched Sandy began to apply pressure to her tight butt hole with her finger. Sandy imagined herself as the girl on the screen as she pushed her finger inside her ass. The feeling of her ass muscle tightening around her finger was weird yet very erotic. Finally her finger broke through the tight barrier of her ass and up deep inside her anal cavity. 

It was a tremendous rush for Sandy to have finally mustered enough courage to take her anal cherry. Her finger explored the uncharted territory of her anus for the first time. She started to slowly fuck her ass with a finger from her right hand while at the same time pushed two fingers from her left hand between the moist parted lips of her pussy. She pictured in her mind that it was two big cocks inside her and not just her fingers. The images in her head combined with the stimulation in her ass and cunny sent Sandy quickly over the top. Her orgasm raced through her pussy and she felt as though her ass was going to snap her finger off it was clenched so tight around it. She realized the warm feeling of her cum dripping from her pussy, down her fingers and onto her thigh.

It was several minutes before her body had regained enough self control for her to pull her finger from her ass and the other two from her pussy. She looked down at her glistening bald beaver and saw a small trickle of her honey dripping down toward her ass. She ran her finger up from her ass to her pussy catching the small drop of cum and brought to her lips where she enjoyed the delicious flavor of her cum. As she relaxed she gently stroked her hips, thighs and stomach as she watched the young lady on the TV getting rammed in her cunt by two huge cocks. Sandy was awestruck that any woman could not only get one cock that big into her pussy, but this lady had two. The woman was gasping for air as the two men pummeled her overstretched cunt lips. Both men must have shot their hot cum inside the woman because when they finally pulled out a river of sperm came flowing from her hole. One of the men scooped up some with his fingers and fed it into the woman’s mouth.

That’s when Sandy decided she wanted to know just how much she could handle. Up until now the only thing she had ever put in her ass was her one finger and as far as her pussy was concerned she usually masturbated with two fingers at the most, but a few times she had fucked herself with a carrot and once with the handle of a large plastic kitchen spoon. She paused the DVD and made her way from room to room looking for something she thought she could use for her experiment.

It took about fifteen minutes for Sandy to gather what she thought she would need. She returned to her parent’s bedroom and dumped the items she collected onto the bed. Her mind was buzzing as she looked down at the pile of objects. On the bed was two raw carrots, one small and the other much larger, a small plastic bowling pin from a game she had played as a young girl, a pool cue, a towel and a jar of Vaseline. She laid the towel on the floor beside the bed and pressed play on the DVD player. 

Sandy slid the pool cue between the mattress and box spring of the bed leaving about seven to eight inches of the handle end protruding from the edge of the bed. From her father’s dresser she got a condom, opened it and slid it onto the handle of the pool stick. She took the remaining items from the bed and sat on the towel on the floor. With the Vaseline she generously coated the two carrots and the condom covered pool cue. Getting up on all fours Sandy positioned herself so that her ass was facing the hard shaft of the pool cue. She took one last glob of the Vaseline and pressed as much as she could into her tight ass and smeared the rest between the smooth wet lips of her pussy.

Slowly she eased her body back toward the bed until she felt her ass contact the hard shaft of the pool cue. She eased her ass up slightly until the cock like object was pressing against the greasy rim off her ass. Sandy lowered her upper body onto her elbows so that the wooden cock had a better angle to invade her ass. Gently she eased her weight back causing her to feel the increasing pressure to her tight hole. Slowly she felt the stick begin to penetrate making her moan softly. She hesitated for a moment to allow her ass to become accustomed to the large object trying to fuck her in the ass.

As her ass muscle relaxed she again pushed back into the hard cock. It was a little painful, but also very pleasurable and she pushed harder. When the pool cue had finally spread her tight ass and entered deeper into her anus she let out a huge sigh of relief. She was proud of herself for taking such a big cock into her ass. She gazed up at the TV and watched for a minute as a guy fucked a girl in the ass while she jerked off two other guys. Sandy fantasized that she was being fucked in the same way and began to rock forward and backwards as if the cock in her ass was real.

After a while her ass became fully relaxed and the pool cue was sliding in and out easily. Sandy grabbed the larger of the two greasy carrots and brought it down to her shaved snatch. With her ass still full she began to insert the carrot up her little pink pussy. With all the fingering she had done to her pussy that morning along with the fresh coat of Vaseline the carrot slid in easily. Sandy was truly impressed with herself; she was finally able to give herself a true double penetration. 

She slid the carrot deep into her pussy as she rocked back into the bed gently fucking both her tight holes. She thought about how much of a slut she must look like as she dreamed of two hot guys banging her. Leaning on only one elbow she grabbed the toy bowling pin and stood it up in front of her face. She closed her eyes and leaned her head down until she felt the toy against her lips, opening her mouth she allowed the object to slide between her lips. 

She pretended she was a porn star filming a scene with three men, each one fucking a different orifice of her body. Sandy was giving her ass a good fucking, slamming the entire length of the exposed shaft up inside her ass until her cheeks would slam against the mattresses. She stopped sucking on the toy cock with her mouth so that she could grab the other smaller carrot so she leaned her body forward and supported her upper body with her forehead. With her hand now free she took the smaller carrot and eased it slowly into her already stretched pussy. Her pussy strained to accept the second carrot, but Sandy wasn’t going to give up easily on her fantasy. She pulled the larger carrot out slightly and eased them both in together giving her the feeling that her pussy was going to tear apart.

When she finally had both carrots deep in her pussy she wrapped one hand the base of both of them and worked them both simultaneously in and out of her slippery snatch. Now able to support herself again with her elbow she began to suck on the smooth cock like shape of the bowling pin and returned to ass fucking herself. Sandy was in her own little fantasy world of crazy hardcore sex, she was sweating and moaning as every hole in her body was filled to capacity. 

Sandy had been fucking and sucking for nearly 15 minutes when her pussy began to quiver as her first orgasm shot through her body sending a warm tingling sensation down through her belly and into her pussy and ass. She kept on going as if she were trying to make the items inside her cum as well. Her body rocked back into the bed even harder causing a second, massive orgasm which sent a stream of her female cum running down her inner thigh. It wasn’t until after her forth climax that she finally collapsed, falling forward as the pool cue slid from her ass with a soggy popping noise. She let the imaginary cock fall from her mouth and she gently pulled the two carrots from her cunt. Her whole body felt sore, but extremely satisfied. She smiled at her amazing accomplishment and as the small trickle of cum dripped from her bare skin onto the towel below she drifted off to sleep.



Home Alone



It was pretty much just another day at home. Sitting here surfing the internet. Normally I would be at work or out riding my Harley, but today I had the day off from work and wouldn't you know it was raining, so no riding today. My wife was at work today, so I couldn't even talk to her.

I often rise early and surf the net, play games and stuff. It is just my wife and myself at home so I am hardly ever dressed when I'm here. Today was no different. 

It was about 9am and I had been surfing the web for a couple of hours, when there came a knock at the door. [This was unusual as no one ever came by this early]. So without thinking I just got up and went to the door and answered it {still naked as jay bird}. To my surprise it was a kid I worked with. "What's up Mike?" I asked. Not you he responded, looking down at my limp cock and grinning. Just then I realized I was still naked. I blushed, as I tried to apologize. He just chuckled and asked if he could come in. I said sure and opened the door wider for him. Mike was a scrapping young man of 19 yrs. Built like a brick shit house, very toned and tanned. I call him a kid because I am in my 50's.

As he came through the door, I said excuse me while I put something on. He stopped me and said he wasn't bothered by it if I wasn't. I thought for a moment and figured if it wasn't a big deal to him, then it wasn't to me either. We walked into the living room and sat down. Again I asked what was up? He said nothing really, "I was bored at home and thought I would come over cause I knew you were off today and figured you weren't riding with the weather like it is." You don't mind do you, he asked. No not at all.

I looked at Mike and asked if he wanted a cup of coffee as I was getting myself one, he said sure if I didn't mind. As I got up to go in the kitchen, I noticed he was looking at my cock. I felt fairly embarrassed at this, but kept on going. When I came back into the living room Mike asked if he could strip down some to. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but said sure if you want.

I handed him his coffee and sat down on the couch. Mike sat his coffee down and stood up taking his shirt off {wow I thought, he has some bulging muscles} and laid it on the arm of the chair, then to my surprise he undone his pants and quickly took them off exposing his boxer briefs {that were quite full to say the least} and then sat back down. 

I suddenly started having thoughts of how big he looked through his boxers. What was I doing, I'm not gay, I thought to myself. I can't believe I was looking at another mans crotch. Mike must have noticed that I was getting a little uncomfortable with the situation and started talking about sex. That is one of my favorite topics. He proceeded to tell me about this he was with last night and how good she sucked cock and that fucking her was great. He was telling me how she deep throated his cock for what seemed like an hour. He hesitated for a moment, and then started telling me how she then rode him like a horse for a couple of hours until they both came. He wasn't one for a lot of details I thought. So I asked him how he liked her. He said she was ok but he needed something different. Dumb-assed me had to ask what he wanted. 

He proceeded to tell me he had always wanted to be with a man to see how it was. I was a little shocked to say the least. He then asked me if I had ever been with a man, of course I quickly said no. Me either he said but I have thought about it, how about you he asked. I said that I had never givin it any thought. Well not much anyway, I added. But, you have thought about it then. Yes I guess I have a little. 

He looked me square in the eye and asked if I would be willing to give it a try with him and that no-one would ever know if we did. I just kind of looked back at him, not knowing what to say. He said still looking at me that he would take my silence as a maybe. I just sat there taking another drink of my coffee not saying a word. 

After a couple of minutes he stood up and took his boxers off and I damn near choked on my coffee. There he was standing in front of me with what had to be a 10 in. cock limp. Oh my god was all I could say as I stared at this huge member. He just chuckled and said pretty big huh? I looked up at him and said you think. He moved over beside me still standing and took my hand and put it on his cock. I couldn't help myself as I started to stroke it up and down. To my surprise it started getting even bigger. As I was going up and down on this massive cock, it was now at least 15in. Long. I could not believe that I was doing this. I was fascinated by Mike's huge cock. 

While I was still stroking his cock he started telling me how most women thought he was a freak and very few ever tried to take all of him in their pussy, and getting a good blow was practically impossible. The girl last night was about as good as it gets he said. She could only get about a third of it in her mouth and only about half of it in her wet pussy. I looked at his now super huge cock and said I can see why. 

For some unknown reason I just couldn't take my hand off of his huge member. "You like my cock don't you bitch," he said. I couldn't believe he just called me a bitch. Even at that all I could say was ,"yes." Then to my surprise he pulled me up off the couch and planted his lips square on mine and stuck his tongue down my throat and to my surprise I did the same to him. We just stood there French kissing for a couple of minutes, very deep and passionate. As we broke our kiss he looked at me and said ' I want you to be my man slut, you understand me?" "yes I do," I replied. With that said he pushed me down on the couch and stuck his massive cock in my face and said you know what to do. And like an obedient bitch I stuck it in my mouth and started sucking on his cock. At first like all the women he had been with I couldn't get much in my mouth and I honestly never thought I would be trying to. After all, his cock was now at least 15in. In length and at least 8in. In diameter. But, I found as he started pumping ever so slowly in my mouth, I was able to take more and more of his huge cock. Soon to my surprise I had all 15in. Down my throat and he was fucking my throat for all it was worth.

He fucked my mouth for a several minutes when I suddenly felt him tense up and I knew he was getting ready to cum down my throat. I just knew I would gag and choke when he did. But, I didn't, instead I drained his cock of all he had to offer and kept sucking even after he was drained. I finally stopped sucking on his cock and looked up at him. He just stood there in amazement. Finally he said "wow, no one has ever done that before." 

He pulled me up off the couch and we embraced and gave each other a kiss. As I reached down to fondle his cock, I found that it was getting hard again. Mike spun me around and said "now I am going to fuck you like the bitch you are, understand me slut?" I knew there was no way I could take this massive cock up my ass. I told him there was no way. He just smiled and started rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. Then I felt something warm on my ass, he brought some kind of lubricant. He gently massaged it in my ass hole until he had just about his whole hand in there. The thing that amazed me was it didn't hurt.

After a few moments of the massaging he put the head of his now hard cock at the opening of my virgin asshole. He started rubbing up and down it until I felt the head penetrate my hole. Ever so gently he buried his self deeper and deeper in me until he had all 15 inches in there and then started fucking me for all he was worth and I in turn started bucking up and down on his huge member. He fucked me for an hour I know before he came. He tried to pull out, but I wasn't having any of that. I sat him down on the couch with his cock still buried deep inside me. I started fucking him until I finally felt his cock starting to swell again. I rode him for at least a couple of hours before he came again and this time I let him quit. 

I made him fuck me a couple of more times before he left. I never ever thought I would like being with a man. To actually take a massive cock like his all the way in my ass, was just unbelievable. I would never have thought an ass could take that much in it. Mike had certainly turned me into his man slut and I liked it.

As he was leaving he looked at me and said I'll be back. I certainly hope so.

Things sure happen fast. 



Home Alone



The two men were dressed in black, hoods covered their heads, with just the eye-slits hinting that they were human behind the silhouetted forms.

Together they crept silently up to the house. Just the one window glowed, the only hint of a presence in the tree-shrouded dwelling.

They had done this many times before, spying on the woman they knew as Anna, the only occupant of the house. Before they had watched as she dressed and undressed, turned on by their spying and wondering what it would be like to smell, taste and have her at their mercy.

Tonight they vowed to find out.

And as if already privy to their plans, she was seated before a dressing table, naked from the waist up, her proud, pouting breasts reflected in the ornate mirror as she applied make-up, absent-mindedly brushing her long fingernails against her nipples, enjoying the feeling of making them stiff.

She rose from the dressing table and slipped her skirt down, leaving just the tiny black lace panties to conceal what the two men wanted to see next. She pirouetted around her bedroom, watching herself in the mirror as she danced.

The two watchers waited long enough to make sure she was home alone and made their way to the back of the house, where they slid the bolt from the back-door; inside, Anna had now changed into an evening gown as she prepared herself for the night ahead, an invitation to a gathering which she really didn't want to attend, but felt obligated to. Her tanned and taut body was now swathed in lingerie, a whisp of black lace bra now encircled her breasts and a glittering necklace matched the semi-precious stone belt around her waist.

She heard the faintest of noises in the house and was just about to turn and investigate the sound when a gloved hand wrapped around her neck and covered her mouth, halting the scream before it could shatter the evening quiet.

He whispered into her ear, "do not make a sound and you will not be harmed; do as you are told. If I take my hand from your mouth, you must not scream. If you agree, nod your head."

Obediently, fearing for the consequences, Anna slightly moved her head in acquiescence. The thief, because, by now Anna had decided that this was a burglar, did as he promised. At the same time, she heard the bolt slide to lock the door. It was then she realised there was one more than one intruder.

She reared back in horror as she was confronted by two men in black, made even more sinister because she could see nothing of them other than the piercing eyes through their hoods.

"We will not hurt you if you do as we want," the second said, his fingers running the length of her back as his accomplice rummaged through her wardrobe, returning with four of her leather belts, which he began to attach to the four posts on the bed.

As he busied himself, the man behind her explained how they had watched her many times through the windows of the house, and that she had become the focus for their fantasies. As he told of the nights spent touching themselves as they spied on her dressing, he led her to the bed and they stretched her over the mattress, quickly securing first her wrists and then her ankles to the bed posts. 

Fear gripped her in a cold sweat which she realised was just as much excitement as terror. Anna realised that these two anonymous, masked intruders now had her spread-eagled and helpless.

Her imagination ran wild as she realised that she was at their mercy. Would someone realise she had not turned up at the gathering tonight and phone or even come to the house to see if she was alright? Probably not, because she realised she had only said she "might" attend.

Just as she was mentally preparing her body for what they might do with her, the two masked men stood back and gazed at her helplessness, unashamedly touching themselves, rubbing their growing erections through the black tights they both wore like sinister uniforms.

She could see their excitement growing as the nearest then sat on the bed beside her and slipped the dress from her shoulders and then expertly removing it from her, leaving her in just black bra and panties.

He then stood and the two of them became more excited gazing at her almost naked form. She writhed in the bonds that held her to the bed and realised that this only served to excite them more. Both her admirers then began to take their black costumes off, their cocks upright and swollen. The only thing they left in place were their hoods, so that she could not identify them.

Just as Anna thought to herself that if she pleased them they may just rape and not hurt her, the two began touching each other. They ran their hands along each other's stiffness, fondling gently and then rapidly jerking. 

Anna's fears turned to a strange excitement as she watched the two of them. Both of their bodies were strong and fit and they moved to the bed, laying beside her, but continuing to pleasure each other. First one, and the the other, whispered to her, telling of how after each night of spying on her privacy, they would retreat into the woods and masturbate each other, describing what they had seen through the window.

They said that now was the time for their favourite fantasy.

As one sat on the bed beside her, the other inserted his stiff cock into his mouth and began to fellate him. Then he, in turn, bent over, his hands on the bonds that held Anna. As he knealt above her, the second man, his cock wet and slick from the sucking he had received, moved in behind him. 

She had a complete view was unable to move as the two men fucked on top of her, careful not to put their weight on her restrained body. The wetness began to spread and swell Anna's own sex as she became the unwilling witness to the two men pleasuring each other. 



Home Alone



She parked her car in the barn. As she shut the car door she felt uneasy standing there in the dark barn. She hates the dark, especially when she is home alone. Then she heard a noise behind her, she started to turn to see what had made the noise that startled her. She is stopped mid turn as someone grabs her hair. A deep voice tells her not to bother to resist he has already been in the house and knows that they are alone. He pushes her against the car bending her over the fender. He shoves her head to the hood and tells her to close her eyes and not to move. "Do as I say and you will be fine." 

She is scared but at the same time she feels his rock hard cock pushing against her ass and she can not help feeling aroused. She did as she was told and kept quiet. As he lifted her short skirt above her waist and in the dim light from the outside light exclaims, "This will be fun" as he inspects her lush ass and the white lace thong she is wearing. He traced her ass with his fingers. He smiled as he felt her flinch a little with his touch. She let out a moan when he slid his fingers down her crack and over her moist lips. She was getting wetter by the minute. He ripped the thong off her and threw them on the floor. He fingered her until she was close to cumming several times, both in her dripping wet pussy and her tight ass. He was very careful not to let her cum.

He picked up the thong and tied it around her head making sure that her eyes were covered. Grabbed her hair and stood her up. Then he instructed her to kneel. She knew what was to come next. She knelt down on the dirty floor, eager to taste his hard throbbing cock. She could smell his precum even before his cock was to her lips. The smell alone was almost enough to make her cum. She opened her mouth wide, not knowing what to expect. He slid his cock into her mouth. With a little struggle she managed to take all of his massive cock into her mouth. She figured him to be almost the same size as her husband, maybe even a little bigger. She devoured his cock like her life depended on it. Not that she was complaining. At this point she wanted so much to have his cock deep inside her pussy. She had almost forgotten she was married, and had no idea who this person was. Sucking, licking and teasing his balls and cock, she could feel him pulsating and knew he was about to explode. She thought maybe he had even gotten a little bigger. She took his cock deep into her throat she wanted that cum to shoot down her throat.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair and stood her up again. He picked her up and sat her on the hood of the car, laying her on her back. He started to kiss her bikini area. There was no resistance she spread her legs wide hoping that he would venture lower. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing her thighs and bikini area with his tongue, he finally made his way to her clit. She let out a load moan. His tongue felt so good flicking her clit. He would lick the whole length of her slit, from the top all the way to her asshole. Teasing and probing with his tongue every inch of her; Then all the way back to terrorize her clit some more. It was more than she could handle. Just as she arched her back and took in a deep breath, he knew she was going to cum. He stopped. She could not believe that he had stopped. She could not believe she was upset with someone she didn't know for stopping her pleasure

He grabbed her legs, pulled her to the edge of the hood, and rammed his cock deep inside her all in one motion. She started screaming YES, HARDER, as he pounded his cock deep into her yearning pussy. She shuttered and came, exhausted she still wanted more. She was so turned on she did not care that she was getting sore. He pounded away at her wet pussy with no mercy. She came so many times she lost count. Just when she thought she could not go on, he thrust so deep inside her it almost hurt. She felt a flood of hot cum shoot from his throbbing cock. The sensation of his cock so deep and his hot cum inside her was too much. She came one last time and passed out.

When she awoke, her first thought was "what a dream" , but then she quickly realized she was still on the car. She removed the thong from her eyes and looked around but she saw no one. Cum was seeping out of her aching pussy. She made her way to the house and into the shower. Playing the scene over and over in her head she wondered what to do.... Should she tell her husband? Should she forget it ever happened? Could she forget it ever happened? She was getting wet just thinking about it.



Home Alone



You are online late one night. We are chatting back and forth. You're able to get online that late because the wife is out of town for a funeral and she took the kids with her. You had to stay because of work. You don't seem too upset to be home alone. 

Like always, our conversation quickly becomes heated. My cam isn't on because I broke it the other night when I fell out of my chair. And you left yours at work so all we have is our imagination. It's no big deal because we both have very vivid imaginations. I tell you that if I could only be there, I would be in your lap right now. You agree and laughingly tell me that I was more than welcome to come over since you are all alone for the next few days. 

We finish the 'conversation' online and logoff to go to bed. You fall asleep with the thought that you'd get to see me next week....

You wake up in the middle of the night. You aren't quite sure what it was but you decide to go look around. You grab your pants and head out into the house, looking into the bedrooms as you go. Nothing. Checking the living room gives no more clues. Then you hit the kitchen. You hear a noise as you come around the corner and jerk to a stop.

There on the kitchen table is a naked woman with a head buried in-between her thighs. The woman on the table is writhing and jerking, trying to shove the head between her legs closer. You slowly move forward to get a better view. You hear her say, "Lick that pussy," and it shoots a spark of desire thru you, and you are instantly rock hard.

Now you're close enough to see more clearly. The woman on the table is very pretty and she doesn't look that old to you. Her nipples are rock hard from her own pinching and pulling. Her long legs are opening and closing as she is being licked. Hands reach up from the person eating her to hold them still. Your face turns down to the person in-between her legs. That hair looks familiar. Then you hear a muffled voice, "You taste so good baby," and you gasp.

I jerk my head from between her thighs, her cum still all over my face, and stare at you, grinning. "It's about time you got up. I think I may need some help over here." You are just staring, unbelieving, that we are in your kitchen. 

You start to think about how we got in.....when....then you realize that you are thinking too much. There are two very naked, very willing women in your empty house. You are out of your pants in record time and striding across the kitchen. You reach down and pull me to my feet. The sight of her cum all over my face makes you even harder, if that's possible. You pull me forward and kiss me deeply, tasting her in my mouth. You stop kissing me and glance at the woman on the table. 

The whole time we have been standing there, she has been playing with herself, watching us. "He looks a little excited to see us, babe. Do you think he wants to play?" she asks. You glance at me and I can see that look. I can tell you aren't going to have a chance with us. 

I take your hand and lead you to a chair, pushing you down into it. You can't decide who to look at so your eyes are jumping back and forth, anticipating what's coming next. I get down on my knees in front of you and start licking your cock. My friend scoots closer and says one word to you: please. You can see how wet I left her; it's running down the crack of her ass, pooling under her. You start to lick her thighs, teasing her like you do me but she isn't having that and thrusts her pussy in your face. You comply and begin licking and sucking in earnest. 

I am still tasting your cock, licking up and down, having not put it all in my mouth yet. The head goes in and I gently lick around the head and suck slightly. You jerk in my mouth and moan into her pussy, enjoying the feel of my mouth on your hard cock. I take it all, my lips touching the base, and quickly move back up only to repeat it. I bounce up and down on your cock about 15 times then stop. I start the process over. Licking, sucking and then taking you in all the way. I can hear your muffled groans as you lick and suck her more forcefully as I continue my teasing. 

I jump up from my knees and turn around, backing up to you. You feel my wet pussy in front of your cock and move your hips up, barely entering me. I slowly let myself down, impaling myself on you, completely filling myself up. By now, you have stopped tasting my friend and are completely focused on the pussy wrapped around your cock. As I start to move up and down on you, you feel something. You realize the other woman has gotten off the table and is kneeling where I had been. She has reached out and is rubbing my clit, her fingers coming into contact with you as you are pumping in and out of me. I have leaned back against you and spread my legs, hooking them on the outside of yours, giving her more room to play. You stop for a moment to kiss me and fondle my breasts and feel me jerk and moan into your mouth. 

"Oh my gawd....", you hear me moan as my muscles contract and you look to see what's happening. She is now licking my pussy, with you still in me. You slowly pull out and push back in, being careful not to break the contact of her mouth to my pussy. "I'm gonna cum....", slips from my lips as a groan. You pick me up and slam me back down, doing this several times as my moans come louder and my breathing catches more frequently. The combination of her tongue and you fucking me are too much and I lean back, cumming all over your cock. 

You pull out of me after I finish, still rock hard. She takes you completely in her mouth, with me still sitting in your lap, leaning back. You can't move or reach her. You don't want to. Not yet.

She stays on her knees for a few more minutes, sucking on you and her fingers playing on my clit. Every so often she reaches down and touches herself, never for more than just a mere monent. 

I touch her shoulder and she moves back, helping me off you. We stand there, kissing and running our hands all over each others body. You cannot take you eyes off us and reach down to touch yourself, feeling how wet you are from us.

I take her hand and lead her back to the kitchen table and bend her, face first, to where she is almost laying on it, her ass in the air. I run my hands over her back and down the outside of her thighs. Kneeling down behind her, I gently push her legs apart so her pussy is open for me. I can smell her and so can you. I glance back and grin at you as you are standing behind me stroking yourself, waiting to see what's next. 

I lean forward and flick out my tongue, catching her clit, elicting a moan from her. I literally dive in, putting my face in her crotch, licking and tonguing her fiercely. She's so wet that in no time, I am covered in her cum again. I know by now you really want to cum but we aren't going to let you yet. 

I get up from the floor and climb on the table. It's my turn. I scoot up until my pussy is level with her face. You are staring intently at her as she is watching my pussy open up to her. You're still standing there, waiting for directions. I tell you to go fuck her. I want to feel her monaing in my pussy. You comply, and get behind her raised ass and slowly slide in. As you start to fuck her, I can feel her moans. Barely a sound escapes her mouth as it's muffled my pussy. When she starts to lick carelessly, I realize that it won't be much longer til she cums. 

She raises her head and looks at me, I can see the gleam in her eyes. I know what she's thinking. I roll off the table and grab her hand, taking us to the living room. She lays back on the sofa, her ass up on the arm of the sofa. I follow her lead and lay on her, our bodies matching on the sofa. We start kissing and stroking each other. My hand finds it's way between our bodies and strokes our pussies. I look back at you and you understand. My ass is in the air as you push yourself in me. I moan into her mouth as you start to fuck me. It feels so damn good but it's her turn. You pull out of me and push into her. Now it's her turn to moan and squirm. 

You go back and forth for as long as you can. You can feel youself wanting to cum, needing to cum. She tells you she wants you to cum in me. She wants to clean me up afterwards. That's enough to push you over the edge. You grab my hips and pound into me, fucking me as you cum. Gawd, I love it when you cum. You fill me up and slide out, allowing her access to my soaked pussy. She licks me clean, sending me into shakes with another orgasm.

Afterward, she climbs up to let me taste our cum mixed. It tastes so good on her lips. By this time, you've sat down on the sofa by our heads. I wink at her and ask you, "So, are you ready for round two?"



Home Alone



Her white sheets are draped slightly over her thigh, contrasting with her light brown skin, covering her womanhood. Her tanned skin, trembling slightly, is covered in sweat as her delicate hand moves something down her firm body. She gets small goose-bumps as the object traces the curves of her body, sometimes barely touching the bare skin. She eventually slips it below the sheets and between her thighs, pausing slightly while relishing the feeling of it brushing her skin before moving between her legs. She slips it into her body, pushing it in slowly as her head rolls back at the moment of penetration and a small gasp, barely audible, escapes her lips. She closes her eyes to the sensation emanating from her groin as the object is pushed deeper. 

She withdraws the extremely hard object, before thrusting it back in with slightly more vigour, sighing and relaxing slightly with the movement. It starts to pump away within her as her breathing becomes ragged and soft, her body tightening as the intruder continues its work. It moves within her, in and out of her body and each thrust encouraging small whimpers to escape from her lips as the waves of pleasure each thrust brings begins to swell in size. She enjoys this for some time, her eyes closed and her head pulled back as the hard object continues to move in and out, in and out of her young body, between her legs. 

After a while, she starts to moan, softly at first but beginning to grow louder as the object between her legs penetrating her womanhood starts to increase its pace. Her moans grow louder, she enjoys the pleasure and she has not a care in the world. 

Her firm, curvy, gorgeous figure contorts with her face as she feels the sensations of penetration causing her whole body to shiver, interspersed with gasps, growing louder and louder. She begins to forget where she is, but she doesn't care. She is in a world of her own, and with this, she starts to cry out. Small cries at first but growing louder in volume as the hard penetrating object continues to increase its pace, building the tension within as it penetrates her. 

Her cries begin to fill the room, her motions jerking on her bed, her skin covered in sweat from the exertion as she feels the pleasure building within. As her pleasure continues to build, she begins to grasp at nearby objects, her sheets, the bedside, anything on her bedside table as she feels the pleasure increasing and she needs relief, is desperate for relief as her cries of pleasure continue to grow louder and louder, escaping her open door and into the house, filling the house with the sounds of her pleasure. This continues for a while, as she gets closer and closer to the edge, her cries getting louder, her movements becoming desperate, her eyes screwed tight, shut from the outside world and any world, the sensations of the hard object penetrating her, moving within her. She gets to the edge, and the object stops. She relaxes slightly but wants the movement to continue. She starts to move her hips, she rocks up against the object, wishing for the sensations to continue unabated, and they do, from her own doing, as she grinds herself against the solid penetrator. After a while, the object starts to move within her again, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She moans and cries without restraint and doesn't care -- she could be anywhere, she could be within a stadium full of people and she would not care. She bucks her hips against the object, allowing it within her, her legs splayed wide, accepting the intruder within her body. It delves deeper within her in reply. Her cries reach a peak and then, silence. 

She freezes, her body still, but her eyes and mouth open, as if in shock. Then, her head rocks right back, her eyes shut tight again, her face is covered with a grimace. Her back arches and she shakes. Her fingers thrust the object as deep within her as her young body will allow and holds it there, her stomach muscles twitching and convulsing, her whole body shuddering as the pleasure that had been building within her explodes within, her body moving of its own accord, wracked with spasms as she rides the object for all its worth. Her muscles in her stomach, tighten around the object, drawing it still deeper within her. 

The object then starts moving again. This time encouraging a bigger response, her body shakes, she cannot take too much more. Her muscles convulse once more, her toes curl as the waves of pleasure reach her extremities. She cries out in a low, guttural groan that fills the house. Her stomach muscles pull the object in once more, where it pauses for a second, before moving again. 

She is hit by a third wave of intense energy that courses through her body. She shudders, her fingers trembling, her muscles tightening under the strain. It draws to a close, her entire body goes limp as her blue eyes open, her face serene and peaceful. 

Her hand between her legs relaxes as she recovers from the intense ride. She purrs slightly as she recounts the events of her wild journey. She dreams. She pulls the object out of herself and places the tip of it on her lips. Her tongue darts out, meeting the object and tastes, before she pushes it between her quivering lips, giving in to a temptation. She sucks on it, licking it with her tongue, licking it clean of her pleasure. She then places the object next to herself on her bedside. It has served its purpose, it has served her well. 

She lies back again, deeply content and only then does she realise that you have been watching her the entire time. Your own hands, drawn irresistibly by a deep desire, move between your legs as you approach your own breaking point. She watches, spellbound, as the waves of pleasure that have just coursed their way through her body, make their way through yours. She grunts, as she is hit by another intense wave simply by watching your convulsions. As you struggle to constrain yourself, you resist the urge to call out, to cry out as she leaves her legs spread wide, all the time, watching you come down from your high place. She smiles at you, and you blush before returning the smile and walking away.



Home Alone



He knew she was home and alone and just the thought excited him. She thinks she's so special, one of those society gals, sleeping in hundred dollar nighties on thousand dollar sheets. He wondered how special she'll feel with her gown torn to shreds and his cum stains on her precious sheets.

His cock hardened as he imagined the look of horror on her face once she realized her resistance was futile and she was his to use for his pleasure. He knew her for the haughty bitch she was and he expected her to put up a fight, in fact, he hoped she would try to resist. He squeezed his cock to ease the throbbing, oh yes, he knew tonight would be special.

As expected, he found the open window, wasn't that just like the foolish woman never to think that she could be in danger. He could just hear her telling her friends that she didn't care after all everything was insured, what did she care about burglars. Was her dignity insured, how about a rider on humiliation, maybe a clause on pain and suffering in her cunt? He chuckled to himself thinking 'I bet she locks the window tomorrow night, and every night after.' 

He easily climbed inside making sure to be quiet and then he froze. He heard talking; she was supposed to be alone, how could that be? Then he realized it was just the TV, probably turned on to keep her company. Well lady, he thought, you know have all the company you can handle. He tiptoed to her room not wanting to spoil the surprise; he went inside so quietly she didn't even notice him. He saw her in the eerie light the TV makes, she was so beautiful, looking exactly like the royal princess she thinks she is. She leaned back against, what, three or four pillows, why do women need so many pillows anyway. This made him visualize her belly laying over these pillows pushing her virgin ass up in the air for the taking. He had to agree she did look just like a young maiden princess with her covers pulled up to her throat and her hands out because a proper lady never sleeps with her hands under the blankets. Oh, this was going to be the best, he couldn't wait to force his cock into her pretty little mouth.

Then he realized she had finally noticed him and thinking she was in control it was not a look of fear on her, instead she looked angry.

"What are you doing in my house? You filthy beast get out now or I'll call the police."

She reached over to pick up the phone next to her bed but he was there within two steps to yank it out of her hand. He didn't get his look of fear from her until she realized he was tying her hands to the headboard behind her. That look, the one he anticipated with such relish and she did not disappoint. She now had the classic look of horror and in reality; he knew this was the best part it was even better than the sex. Oh yes, that complete look of horror did more for his boner than any other part.

"Oh please mister, please you can have what you want just don't hurt me."

This actually made him laugh out loud; he told her he planned to take what he wanted whether allowed it or not.

He slowly pulled the covers off her body; he noticed first her nipples standing erect through her fancy gown. Was that caused by excitement or maybe the sudden chill of being uncovered? Next, he saw that the gown had bunched up exposing her little panties. Was it a thong, well he would find out soon enough. With the covers off the bed, she lay perfectly still afraid of what was coming next. He first turned on the overhead light not wanting to miss a single moment because of dim lighting. Next, he pulled out his knife; the blade was so shinny the light reflected off it and onto her face.

When he put the blade to her throat, her panic grew so severe she could do no more than whimper. Was she relieved or scared more when she saw he meant only to cut her nightgown from her body. He cut the gown away leaving only her panties. They went next, just a snip through the small waistband and then he pulled them rudely from under her ass. Her first feeling of defilement came when he put her panties to his nose and she knew he was becoming aroused from her scent. What she didn't understand, anymore than she could stop was the feeling of excitement she got from watching him smell her underwear. She felt a trickle of her juices ooze out of her and down her thigh. She watched him put her panties in his pocket as a souvenir and then he climbed on the bed to have his way with her.

He straddled her chest with her petite breasts resting on his thighs. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head toward his vile member. Oh, she knew what he wanted but there was no way she would let him stick that thing in her mouth. He calmly sat it on her lips and she felt his precum leak onto to her face. He picked up his knife, and then grabbed her nipple ready to slice it off as easy as he did her nightgown. Instinctively she opened her mouth to scream and he plunged his turgid monster down her throat. She started to gag and for a moment thought, she might drown on her own vomit but he eased back a bit to allow her to calm her retches. As he began to violate her mouth more urgently, she knew enough about this kind of act to expect what was coming next. She was prepared for the onslaught and still the volume of his nasty spunk was more than she could handle. When she began to choke, he pulled out of her and finished releasing himself onto her face. To her this was worse than the load she had to swallow; with her hands tied, she could do nothing but allow his slime to dry in place on her face.

He got off her and left the room, and just when she finally had thoughts on maybe surviving this onslaught, she heard noises in the kitchen. Her attacker wasn't leaving; he was just having a snack. Revitalized from his snack he came back to the bedroom to finish his night's pleasure.

"Well my little princess, are you ready for the rest of your ravishing?"

"Ah, honey, actually I have to go potty first can you untie me?"

"Dear you spoil the whole mood when you do that, oh, alright but hurry back I think my Viagra is starting to wear off."




Home Alone



It's Thursday evening. You come home late from work. The streets are cold and dark, and when you unlock the front door and enter, your house seems too empty. Like the darkness coming in through the windows has hushed every sound, every movement that might creep along the bare white walls. 

Tomorrow is Friday, then the weekend, which makes tonight survival. Watching TV, going to bed, getting another day done. 

You pour yourself a drink, red wine (why not?) and sit down on the couch. You let your head sink into the thick cushions and close your eyes. You think about letting yourself just fall asleep. But you don't like the dark, the feeling of nothing beyond your eyelids. You open your eyes to turn on the TV, kill the sound, and then you close them again. The white and blue light washes over you, and while it's not quite like someone else being there, it's at least something. 

Sleep comes, mostly a tease--a light drifting off into nonsensical thoughts before a harsh whip-lashing back to the couch, the light dancing through your eyelids. At one point, a sound from somewhere behind you brings you back, like the hard click of the lock turning in the door. It couldn't have been the door, though; it was most likely the house creaking, or your imagination tricking itself out of sleep. You don't worry about it. You sink deeper into the cushions.

Then, footsteps. They're impossible to ignore--the creaking of the hardwood floor is more than just imagination. You're not sure how to react, and by the time you realize someone is in the house with you, it's too late. The footsteps have stopped behind the couch, and when you open your eyes, you see a tall silhouette reflected on the TV. 

Then, you feel fingers in your hair. The hands are large; they easily encompass either side of your head. The fingers run down as far as your throat, stop, and trace back to the ear, running along the crook behind each lobe. Now one of the callused hands drops to the tender area between your neck and shoulder, while the other weaves itself into the hair on your scalp, kneading, pulling slightly. Breath, hot, clean breath, hits the side of your neck. You feel bristles, a beard, and in between the scratchy sharpness, two lips plant themselves on the trembling flesh of your neck. The hands are strong, aggressive, contradictory to the soft kisses and sucks that work up to your jaw, down to your throat. Then, you feel teeth. A bite on your neck, and you gasp. You realize that you're gripping the fabric of the couch, that there's a swollen feeling below your stomach. You throw your head back, ready to give yourself to this evening intruder. Ready to give yourself to me. 

With both hands I take hold of your hair and pull your head even farther back. Your mouth hangs open as I dip over the couch and kiss the front of your throat, the collarbones visible above the cut of your shirt. The fabric of my jacket falls across your face, and you breath deeply. The smell of dirt and aftershave, like the smell of construction. I move up and I'm kissing your chin now, your bottom lip. You press your mouth into mine. You want to taste me. You want to taste my hot and heavy breath. 

As we kiss, I tear your shirt open. Buttons bounce across the floor, and your chest rises with anticipation. I press my rough hands down your stomach, pull at your hips with hungry fingers. You rise and fall with the motion of my hands, still drinking deep kisses from my mouth, pulling on my lip with your teeth as you grow hot and wet.

I move my lips from your mouth to your ear, and you hear my voice. It sounds the way my scruff feels. "I want you to unbutton your shirt." You try and say "Okay," but only a rush of air escapes your lips. You reach down and slip out the button, taking a long time to peel down the zipper. "Now," I say, "I want you to touch yourself." You press a hand beneath the tight boundary of your jeans, but keep your fingers above the fabric of your underwear. With one finger, you trace a line up and down. You can feel yourself hot and wet through the cotton.

With two fingers I unclip your bra, and I squeeze your breasts firmly, relenting just when you think it's going to be too much. I pinch and roll your nipples, all the while kissing and biting your throat, neck, and shoulders. Each bite borders on pain, a kind of hot, dull pain that radiates down your back and into your groin. When I pull your hair again, you shiver. "Turn around," I say. 

For the first time, you see my face. Long, scraggly hair hangs in my eyes. My beard is dark and cut short, accenting my strong cheek bones, the subtle jut of my jaw. I'm wearing red flannel with the sleeves rolled up, and you can see the veins in my forearms highlighted by the still-glowing television. "On your knees," I say, and you position yourself so that you're kneeling on the couch, your elbows hanging over the back edge. You're still touching yourself, but you've ventured underneath the cotton, feeling your slick, radiating heat cling to your fingertips. 

When I unlatch my belt, the leather slaps against my hand. The sound makes you shudder and bite your tongue. I drop my jeans around my knees. You see my cock turned sideways, too big in its hardness to do anything but fight the fabric. There's a spot of wetness near the tip. I press your face into my abs, and you know what to do, kissing the space around my navel, running your free hand along my still-covered cock. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of the boxer briefs and pull them down. I'm hard, long, thick and straight, uncircumcised with a full mushroom tip, the end of which glistens in the dark with pre-come. 

My hands run along your ears and into your hair, and I pull you forward slightly, so that the tip of my cock rests on your lips. You kiss away the wetness and open your mouth, rolling your tongue over me playfully before pulling my hips toward you. I fill your mouth with my shaft.

I press forward, slowly, gently, and you feel my cock running down your tongue, along the roof of your mouth--into your throat. I go all the way in and pull out just as slow, and when I do, you take a deep breath. You look up at me with surprise, and I pull your head forward again, going all the way in, filling you up so that you can't breathe, before releasing you once more. You feel yourself oozing beneath the hand you use to touch yourself, and now it's you pushing forward, eager to fill your throat with my large, clean clock. Each time you do you can't breath, but it's a good feeling, a heaviness in your forehead, a swelling of the veins in your neck.

As we go on, you get more comfortable. I keep my hips thrust into your for longer, back out a few inches only to press back in, and when you push me away for air, you see long, silver strings of saliva hanging between my cock and your lips. We do this until your masturbatory hand is soaking, coated in your thick juices. Finally, you pull my cock out of your mouth, gasp for air, and say "Fuck me."

I look down and you and smile. "Can you say please?"

"Please," you gasp. "Please please please please please."

I tell you not to move as i climb over the couch. Your elbows are still hanging over the back side, and your jeans are still on, save for being unbuttoned and unzipped. I take the jeans and pull them down around your thighs. "Not yet," I say. You feel my hands on your ass--I squeeze you, caress you, give you a hard slap--and you feel them slide down your thighs as I drop to my knees. 

You feel my face press into your cunt. I suck all of you into my mouth, like a hot, wet cover has been placed over you, and in this cover you feel my tongue flick forward, precise as a fine tool, to seek out your swollen clit. You rock up against the back of the couch but I've wrapped my arms around your thighs, pulling you into me, pushing my face deeper into your dripping, red-hot sex. I pull away only to spit your dripping juices onto your cunt. When you feel your orgasm beginning to build, my hands clamp onto your ass, and my tongue continues its quick, regular flicks. When you come, I pull my tongue away from your clit, bury it into your dripping lips, and wait for your body to stop convulsing. I stand back up.

"Now," I say. "Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Please fuck me," you whimper. "Please." 

I press the tip of my dripping cock to your cunt, and slide it forward, the rim of my mushroom tip grazing your clit so that goosebumps run along the back of your arms. "How about pretty please?" I ask.

"Goddamnit pretty please," you whine, clawing at my hips to pull me forward. With one hand I hold your shoulder at the top of the couch; with the other, I grip the shaft of my cock and press the tip on the verge of entrance. "Okay," I say.

And I make my long, slow plunge into you. 

I fill you entirely, and you're glad I go slow at first. When my hips reach your ass, you feel me pressing deep inside, somewhere near your stomach. You're so wet that you're dripping down my front, and my cock slides in and out of you easily, despite how tight you are. I hold your side with the other hand now, pulling my cock all the way out to the tip, then sliding back with slow, full strokes. 

You press your face into the pillow as I go faster, pistoning like a machine now, throwing your hips into mine with each thrust so that we crash into each other. As I fuck you, I lean forward and place kisses down your spine. I reach forward and pull your hair. I dig my fingernails into your back. The entire experience is a combination of raw and tender, of rough and soft. When I feel you tightening up with your second orgasm, I keep my rhythm consistent. When you buck up as you come, I wrap an arm around your waist and stay all the way inside of you, shuddering with my own small delight at the tremors run through you. 

I tell you to stand up and take off your jeans. You do, and face me. My shirt is off now. You take a moment to trace your eyes along the round swell of my shoulders, down the sharp cut of each long vein in both biceps. When your pants are off, I push you onto the couch. You fall sitting, and I grab your ankles and place them on my shoulders, kneeling myself. I press my cock back inside of you and go even deeper this time. Your eyes roll up into the back of your head, and for a moment all you can do i swipe at my wooly chest with senseless hands. Then you come back to your senses, see me looking down at us--at me going in and out, a wet, almost violent assault of flesh into fleshu--the hair still in my face, now dark and sharp with beads of sweat. You pull me down by my neck and kiss me. They're raw, passionate kisses, full of tongue and bitten lips and you don't even know what else, goddamnit you can't even hardly think, and then that third orgasm comes, builds, and as you start moaning I clamp a hand on your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck so that your head gets hot and heavy again. You come, and again, I keep myself inside of you. 

I stand back up and tell you to get on your knees. My cock is soaked--absolutely soaked--with your come. I tell you to put it in your mouth, and you do so, greedily taking the shaft to the back of your throat, running your lips up and down its sides, tasting your sweet, thick taste. When I'm satisfied, I pull you up by your hair and bend you forward so that your hands are planted on the couch. I kick one of your legs up and out on the couch too, so that you're standing bent over with your legs spread, one raised above the other. This time I don't wait to enter you, to start fucking you hard and fast. Now I'm gripping your shoulders on either side, pulling you into me for hard, steady crashes. Another orgasm builds, and despite your bucking and pushing away, I keep fucking you as you come again.

I tell you I'm getting close, that I'm going to come. You tell me that you want me to come inside of you, that you want to feel me. I get harder, faster, more frantic. You feel my hands tighten on your sides and ass, and I say that I'm coming, I'm coming, that oh god I'm coming, and then you feel it: the shudder of my cock, the deep thrust inside of you, the strong, hot explosion of semen that is complimented by your own body-racking orgasm. I stay inside of you for a long time, absently tracing my hands down your back side, as if I were drawing lines there.

Finally, you lay on the couch and I lay behind you, spooning you as you face the pillows. My chest heaves heavily for a while, then softens, and before too long, I've fallen asleep. You pull one of my hands over and clutch it to your breast. Sleep comes to you too, something silver like the glow of the TV screen.



Home Alone



There she is, sleeping in her bed, fresh out of the shower. Everyone has left for the weekend, leaving the house to herself. She doesn't mind though, she enjoys the peace. She's having a dream about unimportant, frivolous things when she's woken up by a sudden, heavy pressure on her whole body and something cold against her neck. Her eyes shoot open and she is face to face with a strange man. She realizes he has a knife to her throat.

"Don't make a god damn sound or I swear, I'll fucking kill you." He tells her. Her stomach tightens up and she feels a lump forming in her throat. She's visibly frightened, and the man likes it. He has a deep, intimidating voice and he's dressed in dark clothes. She can hardly even make out his face.

"Oh god, please don't hurt me..." She begs softly, her eyes are now closed tight.

"Shut your mouth." He growls, flipping her over, onto her stomach. The girl is wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. He grins at the sight of her round ass and begins to tape her hands together, over her head. He uses his knife to cut her t-shirt off, while his other hand is pushing her head into the pillow. She can hardly breath and he has a tight handful of her hair. 

After he cuts her shirt away he lifts her head up, "Don't you dare move or I'll cut you the fuck up." He threatens and moves down to her plump ass that's covered by pretty, cotton panties. He starts to tease her.

"You like that?" He asks. She only responds with a fearful whimper which he laughs at. He smells her and kisses her thighs. His kisses work their way up, until he's kissing her through her panties. The whole time he's running his hands over her ass and hips. Her body is betraying her, she's getting wet.

"You fucking slut. You don't even know me and you're dripping wet." He taunts. She clenches her fist and closes her eyes even tighter. He cuts the damp panties off of her and she can feel the blade graze her lips. She tenses, scared he's going to cut her. He pulls the panties off of her and holds them to his face, inhaling deeply, then putting them into his pocket. He tells her to put her ass into the air but she doesn't listen. He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls her head back.

"You better listen to me, you bitch. Don't make me kill you." He hisses. With that, she raises her ass up. He gives her one good lick from her clitoris all the way to her asshole and she flinches. Nobody has ever licked her asshole before... He continues to eat her out, licking up her juices. She tries not to moan, but it feels amazing. She's so scared but part of her wants it. Thoughts are racing through her head. What if he kills her afterwards? What if he has an STD? What if she gets pregnant?

He pushes two of his large fingers into her pussy and she forgets her fearful 'What if's'. He moves them around slowly but he quickly finds her g-spot and beings to go harder. In the middle of her oral rape, she hears his pants unzip and she knows he's pulled his dick out, but he continues to touch her. She tries not to enjoy it but she's soon getting close to climax. Her breathing starts to get sharp and she's squirming around. He stops. She doesn't get to orgasm. When he lets go of her, she collapses onto the bed. He rolls her over and looks her in the eyes for a moment. She brakes his gaze and looks down, seeing his bulging erection. Her eyes widen a bit and he laughs.

"You're such a little whore. You like that, don't you?" He asks her. She shakes her head no and asks him to go away. He glares at her and smacks her across the face. She gasps and he forces his dick into her wet pussy. He's so big, it hurts at first. It begins to feel fantastic, though. She doesn't want it to, but it does. He's on top of her, grabbing at her breasts and panting into her ear. He licks up her neck, to her jaw bone.

"You taste delicious, babe..." He tells her and chuckles to himself. He pulls out, turns her over and slams his cock back into her. She screams out and grips the sheets.

"Oh god..." She moans. His hands are on her hips, gripping tight and he's fucking her hard. She starts to feel her climax creeping in and she cums hard, all over his dick. He's not done yet and continues to pound her, it starts to get too be much and she can't take it anymore. She beings to cry and he gets off to her tears, pulling out and cumming all over her as she collapses onto her side. He sighs as he finishes and gets up off the bed. He zips his pants up and starts to walk out of her bedroom door. He stops and turns around.

"See you later, beautiful." He says, leaving with her panties still in his pocket. As she's laying there on her bed, completely naked with her hands tied up and covered in a strangers cum, she smiles.



Home Alone



It had been a bad week and I was glad to be home after spending the last week away on a sales trip. I pulled the car into the drive when I noticed that the house was in darkness, I was hoping that my boyfriend, Tom, would be home to give me a nice relaxing massage. I entered the kitchen, turned the light on, and there pinned on the message board was a note from Tom saying that he had gone away for the weekend on a stag weekend. I took the message from the board, screwed it up and threw it in the bin. I went to the fridge and got out a bottle of wine. I poured myself a glass, kicked my shoes off and walked into the lounge. I put the TV on and sat down. I flicked through the channels and couldn't find anything to watch so I decided to put a DVD on. I went to the bookcase and got a "Sex In the City" DVD out. I went to put the DVD in the player when I found that there was already a DVD in the player. this disc didn't have a label and I couldn't recall seeing it about before. I was about to take it out when curiosity got the better of me and I put the disc back in the player and went and sat down with my wine.

The film started and I must admit that I was shocked almost immediately for this wasn't a program that had been recorded from the TV, it was a porn film. Now I am no prude, if people want to watch this kind of thing then that was there own business. I had seen very tame soft core porn films before, when I was at university. I was about to turn it off but decided to watch a bit more.

The first scene was of a woman lying on a bed with a nightdress on, she had obviously been asleep and was just waking up. As she stirred she started rubbing her stomach as she did this her nightdress started to ride up, she kicked down the duvet and her hands continued to rub her stomach, one hand then moved over the fabric to between her legs, she started rubbing herself with a bit more urgency. By now I was completely engrossed in watching, I had never thought that watching a woman playing with herself could have the effect on me that i was feeling now. God if only Tom were here now.

On the screen the womans other hand had moved up to her breasts and she started rubbing them through the material of her nightdress. Quite soon her nipples had become erect and were clearly visible through the sheer material.

By now my own nipples had started to tingle. I finished the glass of wine and lay back on the sofa and continued to watch. The woman had now slid the straps from her nightdress off her shoulders and started to pull the dress down over her breasts.

I was now feeling extremely horny and pulled my blouse out of my skirt, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse all the while watching the woman on the TV. Her nightdress was now around her waist and she was massaging her breasts with both hands, every so often she would tweak a nipple and this made her gasp.

My blouse was now open and my hands were rubbing my breasts through my bra. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra before removing it completely. I turned my attention back to the woman on the screen, both her hands were now between her thighs rubbing the material over her mound. My own hands were now moving down my body I slowly unzipped my skirt and slid it down over my legs.

On the screen the woman had removed her Nightdress completely now, she was now only wearing a skimpy pair of panties. She slid one of her hands into her panties and rubbed herself.

I was now copying her, my hand was inside my panties and I slowly rubbed my trimmed pussy. The more I rubbed the wetter I was becoming, as I continued to rub my fingers parted my lips, god I was so wet, I slipped a finger inside and I couldn't help but release a gasp. I watched the woman on the screen remove her panties and then continue to rub herself between her legs.

Her eyes were closed and she was breathing loudly. One hand now was holding open her lips whilst the fingers on her other hand rubbed at her clit.

I removed my panties and followed the lead of the woman on the screen, my left hand was holding myself open while the fingers on my right hand were rubbing up and down the length of my pussy. Sometimes I would insert my fingers into my pussy sometimes I would just rub my clit.

On the TV the woman was now rubbing harder and every now and then she would insert two fingers into herself. you could see she was very wet her back was now arched, she removed her fingers from her pussy and slowly and seductively licked them clean before continuing rubbing her clit and fingering herself.

I was now almost copying the womans every move, I was imagining that I was there with her, I licked my own fingers savouring the sweetness of my pussy, this was something that I had never done before but it tasted so good and felt so naughty. My fingers were now pounding into myself copying the actions of the woman on the screen. She started to cum and as she did she pushed her fingers deep inside herself, you could see her juices running through her fingers and staining the sheets of the bed. My own fingers were jammed in my pussy as I came hard my own juices seemed to pour out of me. I kept my fingers inside me for a few moments before removing them and then licked them clean. God I hadn't cum that hard for a long time. I paused the DVD whilst I got my breath back. I sat back up pulled my skirt back on and put my blouse back on, poured myself another glass of wine and sat back. I couldn't believe what had just happened, I felt incredible and still horny, there was still the rest of the DVD to watch, but that was for later.......



Home Alone



"So what were you doing all afternoon while I was slaving over a hot terminal?" Tom's wife was giving him a cold stare. "Running?"

"Swimming," he admitted.

"Really?" The stare was getting colder now. "I thought we were going to go now, after the little kids were gone."

"We can go. No problem."

"Was it crowded?"

"No. Well, actually I don't know. I didn't go to the lake. I went up along the river."

"So you could skinny dip?" Lucy pulled his shorts down, scowled at the lack of tan line. "Really, you are getting out of control. What if you get caught? What's going to happen to me? I can see the headlines now -- professor's husband arrested for indecent exposure. Do you know what that would do to my chance to get tenure? What about your career as a big time consultant?"

"I'm careful."

"Careful!" She snorted in derision. "Going off and swimming buck naked by yourself is careful! What if you drown? I'm spending a lot of money putting you through business school. I expect a return on my investment." She smiled to show she was only kidding, but he wasn't so sure. 

"I wasn't alone," he stammered.

"Not alone! Oh that's even better! What, you were frolicking around with a bunch of naked college girls?"

"They weren't naked. It was a couple."

"What?"

"Well, I was lying there on the shore, and they came over to the other bank of the river. They just set up over there."

"And you were just lying there naked?"

"Well, I went in swimming. After a while. They were gone when I came back."

"Great. Just great. They probably went and told the cops they'd just seen Bert the Vert. You're lucky you weren't arrested."

"It wasn't like that. They were friendly. Come on, let's go for a swim. You need to get outside for a while."

"I have to get this presentation printed by the time the limo comes. You want to give me some help. Proofread?"

"Sure."

But five minutes later, Lucy was leaning against his back, breathing down his neck. "Damn! It's not fair!"

"You don't like it when I do this?" She started to kiss the back of his neck.

"I love it when you do that. But then I have to turn around."

"What's wrong with turning around?"

"You don't have to turn around. I can just stay behind you." He did turn around. She had put on her bathing suit, one of those tiny little bikinis from DSB. "Is a tenured professor supposed to dress like that?"

"Not tenured yet. I have to get through this conference. Then I've got a shot."

"I don't think your attire is appropriate." He pulled down the bottom.

"Later. After we swim." She pushed him away. 

"Why?"

"It's getting late."

"It won't take long."

"You're going to want to do it after we swim anyway. And then again tonight before the limo comes."

"You're going to be away for a week."

"Four days."

"Almost a week."

"Look, I've got to get stuff finished up, I've got to pack, I haven't even thought about what to pack, there I people I need to contact to meet out there -- I do not have time to spend four hours today fucking."

"All right, all right." He gave her a little kiss. "Let's swim then."

It was after four, but the sun was still blazing. There was not a hint of breeze. The little walk down to the lake, less than a mile, seemed like a desert safari. As they got closer, the shrill screams of little children were all too evident.

"This is going to suck," Lucy grumbled. "Why aren't they heading home to get dinner?"

"Too hot, I guess." Tom pulled her to the right. "Come on, let's go over to the river."

"Tom, I wish you would stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Trying to get me to go to a nude beach. I don't want to do that, I don't like to do that. You may be a pervert, but I'm not."

"It's not a nude beach. It's a river bank. No one else will be there. It's a great place to swim. No little kids to get in the way. It's really pretty back there."

So they started on the path that went around the lake, past the strange bare spot where the paint factory had been, past the tennis courts. But where the causeway went over the incoming stream, Tom pulled her to the right again. They walked upriver for about two hundred yards. There was a little sandy stretch of shoreline with an easy wade into the river.

"This is it?" Lucy didn't wait for an answer. She spread out her towel and sat down.

"This is it." Tom slipped off his shoes, then his shirt, then his bathing trunks. His wife gave him that little look of disapproval, the same one that she hated so much in her mother. "You're doing it again," he said.

"Doing what?"

"Giving me that look."

"Fuck you."

"I thought you wanted to swim."

"I do want to swim." She peeled off her cover up and waded into the water. There was a sharp dropoff, which she stumbled down, then a channel almost five feet deep. They swam a hundred yards down to the lake, then back to the beach, then another hundred yards the other direction. By that time she was winded, and they floated down to the beach with the current, Tom on his back with an erection sticking up like a little snorkel.

When they got to the little beach, she lay down to bask in the late afternoon sun, but Tom spread his towel over her.

"What are you doing? It's too hot." But he was lying behind her. He was pulling down the bottom of bikini. "What are you doing?" But it was pretty obvious what he was doing, or attempting to do. "Wrong hole, wrong hole. Shit." She started to giggle.

"Oops. Sorry." Of course, he had only pulled the bathing suit halfway down her cheeks. There was no way he could have found the "right" hole from that position. 

"Sure you are. I know how sorry you are. Bastard."

"You want me to shift?"

"No, just get it over with. Oh shit!"

"What, I'm hurting you?" He had felt her tighten around him. In truth, there had been almost no resistance before. There never had been. He had never dared to question her how she had been trained so well for anal penetration. Someone had paved the way for him, and he was grateful, well, perhaps a bit jealous. Five years they had been married now, and he had the feeling there was still a lot Lucy was hiding from him, things she had done, things she liked to do, things that she did not dare to do with him. All these conferences she went to -- they were important for her career. But she always came back with a smug little expression on her face, as if she had just scratched an itch that had been itching for a long time. "Did that hurt?" He pushed against her resistance, broke through it, felt the tip of his penis against the end of her rectum. She squirmed, involuntarily, but only to try to get it to press in a bit deeper, through the channel to her bowels.

"We've got company," she whispered.

Sure enough, a couple had appeared on the far shore. They waved to Tom, and then they were busy stripping off their clothes and wading into the river.

"It's the same people I saw this morning."

"I thought they were wearing clothes."

"They were then."

"They aren't now." The two of them were hugging in the water. Then they were kissing, her arms around his neck. Then her legs were around his waist. The water was turning muddy, churned by their activity.

"They're fucking," she said in a gasp. The details were hidden by the muddy water, but there was little doubt.

"So are we," he pointed out.

"No, dear heart. You are fucking me. I'm just lying here trying to enjoy the sun."

"You want me to take the towel off?"

"No, I do not want you to take the fucking towel off. I would like you to finish what you're doing." So he started to move again. She was staring at the couple in the water. They in turn were staring intently at her. She reached back and pulled away the towel.

"What?" Tom was startled.

"Shut up Tom. Just fuck my fucking asshole." She had never talked that way to him before, and she said it quite loudly, loud enough that the couple in the water could hear her. They had almost stopped moving now. They were more intent in watching what was happening on the shore. Tom reached his hand down into the front of the bikini, barely brushing the hair beneath, and his wife began to come, with a lot of drama, putting on a little show for her audience. That was enough to carry the other three on to orgasm.

"Let's get out of here." She had pulled her bottom back up, she was on her feet, face flushed. She was almost running back down the path and Tom did have to run to catch her.

"Don't you want to say hello?"

"No, I do not want to fucking say hello. You are not fucking me when we get home."

"We already did that."

"Not later. Not tonight. I am really, really pissed."

"Pissed? Why pissed?" 

She did not answer. True to her word, she didn't let him fuck her when he got home from his class, but she did give him a nice goodbye blow job. Her limo came at three in the morning, and she was off the West Coast for a week.

The next day was rainy. He went for a long run, he played the piano, he studied labour law. Finally he gave in to the growing impatience in his groin, and went into the little bathroom, pressing against the lavatory. He thought about how hot and tight his wife's asshole had been, what it had felt like to push through into her bowels, how it had felt as her flesh had grown taut and trembling. He thought about how her teeth had felt, scraping down the shaft of his penis, until they were touching his belly. Where had she learned to do that? It had been a couple of years into their marriage before she had shown him how deeply she could take him in, all the way down her throat. None of his other girl friends had been able to do that, at least not with him. He had never even thought to try it, but one night he had just kept pushing, and she had swallowed him whole, so to speak. He started to wonder what it would be filled with a penis like that, at either end of the digestive system, maybe both at once -- and that was the thought that carried him to ejaculation. Flushing in shame, he washed the evidence down the sink.

She had left him a phone message, to say she was okay. She didn't think she would be back until the hotel until very late, too late for him to call.

The next day was sunny. There was no point in hanging around the apartment. He took a couple of textbooks with him and went down to the river to bask in the sun and study. The little beach was deserted. He was hoping the couple would return, but no such luck. Late in the afternoon, two girls came up the trail, younger girls, townies, in bathing suits. They saw him. No screams, maybe a couple giggles, and they set up shop a hundred feet away. He waited impatiently for them to lose the bikinis, but they went into the water still clothed. He considered putting his shorts back on, but decided they had seen him. They came back out for a few minutes, then, giggling, and took off their tops. Take off your bottoms, kiss each other -- he was urging them on, trying to project into their minds. But that was the end of it. They just lay on their backs for a couple on minutes, then turned over onto their stomachs, hiding their breasts. It was getting late. He did pull on his shorts, he gathered up his books, and he strolled past them, on his way back to the lake. They kept their heads down, bodies flat, ignoring him. 

It was time for dinner. But when he got to the path around the lake, he turned right instead of left. There was no hurry. He had time to take the long way home. 

About half way around the lake, there was a little meadow. He had walked or run through it hundreds of times without incident. That evening, there were a dozen naked people sitting in that meadow. Two of the couples were fucking.

He stopped, he gaped, then he took off his shorts and sat down to watch. One of the couples was sitting facing each other in yoga position, her legs on top of his. She was holding herself up with her arms, with a bit of assistance from his hands under her cheeks. He had tried that once, not with Lucy, without a bit of success, but they looked as if they were enjoying themselves. The other girl was in a more conventional position, on her back, but her legs were so long and skinny, sticking up at such at odd angles, thrashing around, that it was almost more bizarre. Everyone else was pretending not be paying attention to them, so Tom did the same. After a few minutes, yoga girl detached herself and came over to sit next to him. She was still sitting cross legged, wide open and dripping white. Of course, he saw Lucy looking like that all the time. He just wasn't used to having a total stranger look like that, a stranger with a very nifty little body, not as big as Lucy, but her tits were bigger. She was sitting close enough he could smell her, smell her sweat, the musk of her desire.

She looked at him quizzically. "Do I know you? Haven't I seen you here before?"

"Maybe," he blurted. "I run here all the time. Sometimes naked," he added. "But there were never any nudists here."

"Certain times of the day," yoga boy said, almost yawning. 

"I don't know," Tom said. "Too many people walking by. I know a great place up on the river. Ever been there?" The girl shook her head. "Want to see it?"

He waited breathlessly for an answer. He knew exactly what he was going to do with her on that river beach. Well, not exactly. It wasn't going to be yoga style. But she shook her head. "Not now. Dinner time." She started to pull on her clothes.

He looked at his watch. He had not realized how much time had passed in that meadow. He barely had time to get to class. He ran the rest of the way home.

That night, alone in a bed he usually shared, he thought about how close he had come to breaking his wedding vows. He thought about it for a long time, through several ejaculations.

The next day, the sun was shining again. He spent the whole day by the river, but no one else showed up to keep him company. He walked home the long way, but the little meadow was empty. There were no classes that night. Lucy called him, and they talked for a long time. He slept fitfully, full of guilt and desire that he was reluctant to acknowledge.

The next day, the couple returned. They arrived on the other bank, the girl in a one piece bathing suit, the guy wearing trunks, but he took them off and held them over his head as he side stroked across the little river. The girl followed him, still clothed, but she stripped off her suit as soon as she reached his side.

"Hi, mind if we join you?" The guy was leaning down to offer his hand. Tom was staring at the prick that was almost jabbing him in the nose. Well, of course, he'd been a jock in high school and college. He had seen naked guys all the time. But not so much so lately. "I'm Jake. And this is Sally."

"Hi Jake, hi Sally." They had squatted down on either side of him. "Nice to meet you." Sure. He shook hands with naked ladies all the time.

"What happened to you wife?" Sally asked. Not girlfriend, wife. How did she know? He realized he was wearing his wedding band. "I was looking forward to meeting her." There was something about the way she said that, a little drawl, a little smile, that reminded him of the swinger couple that had moved in across the hall, back when they lived in the city. 

"She's away," he blurted. "At a conference."

"Too bad." Sally sighed, and she stretched a little, just enough to show how big her breasts were. "I was hoping to get to know her better." 

"She's not into that," Tom blurted again. "At least, that's what she tells me."

"Really," Sally's drawl was deeper now. "And how about you, Tom?" She leaned forward, and pulled his head toward a nipple. "Are you into that sort of thing?"

He didn't answer. He just ran his tongue around the nipple. She turned on her side, and he kissed her. She threw one leg over his, and pulled him into her. He hadn't even been aware of an erection, but he felt her smooth hot flesh sliding around him. Fucking her, he was fucking her, but they weren't fucking exactly, they were just lying there, in a double ended kiss. He had tried that with Lucy, but she was too short for both ends to match up properly. Sally was taller, just the right size that his tongue could be in her mouth, his prick in her cunt, his fingers up her asshole, his other hand on her tits, yep, he had her all, all at once. There was no hurry to it.

Someone was kissing his back. Someone with bristly lips. It had to be Jake.

"Stay!" Sally whispered, her hand stroking his hair, but her other arm, her legs, were holding him in a death grip. "Stay!"

What choice did he have? And it was true, his struggles were quite feeble. Even though he was getting beard burn, those kisses felt nice. Jake was kissing his neck, Jake's chest was pressed against his back, Jake's hands were spreading his cheeks, Jake was pushing a finger up his asshole. No, too thick and soft for a finger. It pressed in, just a little, just enough to let him know how nice it would be to have it pressed in a little more.

"Does that hurt?" Jake's voice was a murmur behind his ears.

"No." He could feel how slippery it was back there. Jake was oozing into him, preparing the way. He felt a bit of pressure, a little pain, then flesh sliding into him. The sensation was electrifying. He gave a gasp, more of a scream.

"I'm hurting you?"

"No!" It didn't hurt. It didn't feel like anything he had felt before. He remembered the wonder of his first ejaculation, the hot fluid rushing up from somewhere unknown, the uncontrolled spurt of it, how sticky it had been, sweet and chalky. This was as much of a surprise. His balls were on fire, no, somewhere behind his balls, somewhere he had never realized existed. Jake started to slide in and out, rubbing on that sweet spot. He had to come, he needed desperately to ejaculate. Each stroke was demanding that, but instead of coming his penis was doing dry heaves, straining as if it were about to spurt, tingling as if it were about to spurt, but nothing was coming out. At least not enough. He was trembling. His whole body was glowing with an endless, almost orgasm. It went on for a long time.

Sally was not helping. She had somehow clutched herself around his prick, immobilizing it, and she was holding herself still against him. Then, the strategy changed. Jake pushed himself all the way in and stayed there, but he grabbed Tom's hips and used him to fuck Sally by extension. That was enough to turn her pussy lips rigid, to make her shudder, to set her off into what seemed an endless orgasm. Tom was coming too, at least he was trying to come, but his prick was still in spasm with the little dry spurts. He was getting really close, though. All he needed were another couple of hard shoves into that sweet spot and he would find release at last.

But instead, Jake abandoned him, to go around behind Sally instead. Tom could feel that other penis next to his, cloaked only by a little veil of her flesh, as it slid up into her bowels, and he wondered, briefly, how different if felt, male or female. Sally still had one leg up over Tom. Jake slid his top leg beneath hers, scrunched forward so that his balls were brushing Tom's. The two of them began to slide so that they could rub their balls together, rub their pricks against each other, all the while enjoying Sally's smoothness. And she came, gasping, shuddering, until at last she pushed Tom away.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Your turn."

"Turn to what?"

"It's your turn to fuck Jake." She sounded exasperated, as if any five year old would have comprehended the rules of their game. Jake climbed over and took position where Tom had just been.

"I can't," Tom said. He was staring at Jakes hairy ass. It had absolutely no appeal to him. "No way."

"Come on," Jake said. "Be a sport. Why should you have all the fun?"




Home Alone



Well, that was true. He had really like that cock up his ass. Jake had done him a favour, he owed one in return. He would fuck Jake, out of politeness, not for his own pleasure. He was rigid, numb almost as if he'd been smoking hash, and totally slick from Sally. There was no problem getting in, none at all.

There was no problem, and Jake gave a little shudder, he started to gasp. He was trembling at each stroke, whispering. "Harder, faster, deeper!" Like the sexual Olympics. There was a limit to how hard he could fuck his wife. She could not take his full strength. He reached that limit, and Jake wanted more. Sally rolled out of the way, Jake got on his hands and knees, prick hanging loose down beneath him, spurting at each stroke, and Tom fucked him harder. He fucked him faster. He fucked him deeper, pushing past the inner barrier at the end of each stroke. Jake was reaching back with one hand to stroke his cock in a blur. A scream from both of them, and Tom had filled Jake's bowels, Jake had spent his seed on the sandy beach.

"Nice," Sally gave them a little round of mock applause.

"You want more?" Jake was apologetic at the way he had abandoned his wife.

"I want to go for a swim. Isn't that what we came for?"

"Will you join us?"

"Just to rinse off," Tom said. "I've got to get going."

So he went home. He made himself a little supper. There were no classes that evening, so he watched the ballgame, drank a few, maybe more than a few beers, and went to bed, alone. He never bothered to check the answering machine. He never knew that Lucy had decided to save a night at the hotel. He never heard the limo pull up at two in the morning. He never heard her come into the apartment, rinse off in the shower, crawl into the bed beside him.

So when she started to kiss his back, he thought it was only a dream. Then he woke up enough to realize there really were bare breasts behind him. "Lucy."

"Hi babe. No, don't turn around. I have a surprise for you." Well, Lucy always came back with some little token gift, something she would pick up in one of the shops at the airport. "A big surprise," she added. She pulled his hand away from her tits, down her belly, down to her pubic hair and then -- Lucy was sporting a prick. A rather large prick. A lot thicker than Jake had been, and a couple of inches longer. 

"Of course," she said, "this is just the starter size. I have a bigger one once you get used to it."

"What the ...?"

"No, don't turn around. You were always complaining you had to turn around. Now you don't." She giggled. She poked. It was big, it was cold, and it felt really, really good.

"Tommy."

"What?"

"That was way too easy." 



Home Alone?



It is six thirty in the morning when I wake up. I smile to myself thinking about all the things I want to do since I finally have a morning all to myself. My husband will be working and kids are going to school. 

I get up and get everyone ready to go and since he is taking them to school and then heading for his job, I decide that first I am going to go enjoy a long hot shower. Today is a day that I want to pamper myself since it isn't very often that I have a day like this.

I set the water temperature in the shower to as hot as I can stand it and climb in. At first just standing there, enjoying the feel of the water beating down upon my shoulders and back. It seems like a thousand little heated fingers massaging my back all at one time and I feel my body relaxing under it. Reaching up I lay my head back under the flow of water and let the heat massage my scalp. Before reaching for my shampoo and using my fingers to work the shampoo deep into my scalp.

After rinsing out my hair, I soap up my bath sponge and begin to lather up my arms and chest, feeling the roughness of my sponge sliding over my breasts and scraping against my nipples, making them stiffen as if begging to be sucked. Deciding I would tease them later, I moved the sponge further down on to my belly, across the little hill that having kids has left me with and towards my near hairless pussy and avoiding it to move down my legs. Bending over and feeling the water spraying onto my ass as I wash my calves and feet.

I stand back up and turn to face the stream of water, letting it rinse me clean of the soap, watching my nipples bounce from the water beating down upon them. Then slide my sponge down my belly once again and over my mound, this time pushing it between my legs. Letting the roughness of the sponge caress my clit, feeling as it hardened for the touch of the sponge, my wetness mixing with the water flowing over my body.

I run the sponge back and forth over my erect clit a few times, finally discarding it to stroke myself with the fingers of one hand as I reach up to touch and tease my nipples with the other causing my breath to come in short pants.

Just as I am reaching near my peak, I hear the phone ringing in my bedroom. I consider letting it ring and just enjoying the pleasure I am giving to myself, but being the mom I decide it could be one of the kids sick or anything important. So I grab a towel and run into the bedroom wrapping it around me as I go.

"Hello?" I say breathlessly into the phone.

"Hi. Can I speak with Beth?" the nameless man said in greeting.

"I am afraid you have the wrong number. There is no one named Beth here", I say, annoyed at having my shower and play time interrupted by someone I don't know.

He says, "Sorry" and hangs up with out waiting for more from me leaving me holding my phone and thinking of all the feelings he had just interrupted.

I set the phone back down on the receiver, and go into the bathroom to turn off the water; thinking to myself how my shower was already messed up but it didn't mean my fun had to end. "Now I will just have to go get a toy to take care of this ache inside Me.", I say to myself. Knowing that a toy is more what I needed anyways. Something that could go deep inside myself to ease the needs I have causing my clit to throb with my every heartbeat.

I turn off the water and grab another towel to dry my hair with and head back into the bedroom. Walking towards my night stand that holds my toys. I open it and look inside trying to pick the one that I want to play with. Finding one that is about seven inches long and thicker than the others I smile as I think how this one should fill me up and take away the empty ache I have.

I lay it on the bed, so I can look at it and think of how good it is going to feel when buried deep inside my pussy as I begin to dry my hair with the extra towel. Bending over I also dry my legs. The towel wrapped around me not long enough to dry the water still trickling down the inside of my thighs since it only reaches to just below my pussy. 

I reach out for the toy and bring it up to nestle between my legs. Teasing my slit while still standing up. Feeling my pussy moisten and open for the intruder so close yet not entering me.

I let it tease me for a moment, and then turn to sit down on the bed before laying back with my head upon the pillows as if waiting for my lover to join me.

I jump quickly back into a sitting position and turn off my vibrating love when I hear the screen door open followed by a loud knock on the door. "Damn.", I say as I throw the vibe onto the bed in frustration. Then grumbling about my bad luck as I head to see who is interrupting my day of fun this time, forgetting the fact that my only clothing is a to short towel wrapped around my middle.

I yank open the door, just short of making some rude comment when I notice you standing on the other side of it. Guessing you to be about six foot tall and of muscular build, I take in the sight of strong arms in tight black tee shirt and jeans fitting nicely over strong hips. When my eyes moved towards your thighs bulging slightly in the crotch area. I quickly raised my eyes up to meet yours. 

Seeing as your eyes focused on where my towel ended just barely keeping my already aroused pussy from your probing gaze. 

Wanting to cover myself yet knowing I had already waited to late and would draw more attention if I did so, I politely said, "Can I help you?" Bringing your eyes back up to mine slowly as if you don't want to stop from studying what may be underneath.

"Well," you begin, "Your husband called yesterday and said that you needed someone to look at your dryer. I told him I would be here this morning first thing".

"Oh, he didn't tell me that you were coming today".

"Well, is it okay or do I need to try and come back later? Though I won't be able to for at least a few days".

"Uh, no. It's fine. I will show you the way." I reply. Seeing that my alone time is going to have to happen another day.

I lead you into the laundry room trying to explaining that when I turned on the dryer there was this loud high pitched squeal that it made. 

You said that you would need to hear it in order to know for sure what the problem may be. 

I once again forgetting that my towel is short reach up leaning over the dryer a little to set the time control and push the button to get the dryer started. 

When I am done I go to stand back up from my leaning over position and feel your pants upon the back of my legs. Only realizing the view I must have been giving you when I felt your cock pressed up against my ass.

"Yes, I hear the noise. Should have it fixed in a couple minutes.", I hear your deep voice saying near my ear as you reach down and open the door just enough to get it to stop spinning.

"Uh, Okay." I say on a whisper trying to figure out why you aren't letting me move so you can get on with your job.

Then, I feel your hands rest on my towel covered hips. Feel your fingers tighten upon me as you pull me back more firmly against your denim covered cock. 

You begin to move your hips around, teasing my towel into rising up higher over my ass as your fingers massage my hips helping the towel to rise. My earlier excitement from touching myself and now your caress upon me combining to make me tremble in need.


I feel you leaning down further over me kissing my neck just below my ear. A light teasing with your lips, the slight pinch of your teeth, and a gentle flick of your tongue before moving your mouth up to just beside my ear, as you whisper, "Want me to stop?"

"Uh, no. Yes." I say, my mind a mixed up mess of emotions and my body shaking with need.

"Well, which is it?" you ask a smile noticeable in your voice as your tongue begins to trace around my ear, your breath becoming in a soft caress on my ear as your hands begin to massage my hips again. Moving closer to my mound with every caress.

"Oh God, no. Don't stop." I say in a breathless moan as your fingers make contact with my mound just to each side of my slit.

With the words now said, allowing you to continue your mouth lowers onto my bare shoulder and I feel your teeth lightly sink into my flesh as your fingers begin to pull my towel up over my pussy. 

When the towel is up far enough for your fingers to touch my bared pussy, you say, "No hair?"

"No." I say wondering if it was good or bad in your opinion.

"Good I love a bald puss. I am going to have to eat it for you".

I feel my pussy grow even wetter with the promise I hear in your words.  

Finally, you lean up so you are standing up, allowing me to stand as well, the break in contact is short lived as I feel your fingers find the top of my towel and begin to gently pull on it. Forcing it to come undone where I had it tucked between my breasts. 

I feel it slowly sliding as if you are allowing me one last chance to change my mind and me knowing that I could not do so.

When the towel finally came loose, you set it over to the side onto the washing machine as I feel you take a step backwards to catch your first real look at my ass.

I feel your hand on my shoulder, urging me to turn before you. I do so slowly, letting you see the side view of my tits before completing my turn to give you the full frontal view of me.

When I am finally standing before you, I watch as your eyes caress my chest as if your hands were eyes. My nipples stiffening from your invisible caress. See your eyes lower down over my rounded tummy and pausing on my fully exposed pussy. Knowing that you can see the clit peeping out between my lower lips.

Once again I am trembling, this time not because of your touch but because I know your touch is coming. Time seemed to stop as I wondered where you were going to touch me and thinking that I had never wanted a touch so much as yours.

Suddenly, you reach out for me, as if starved for my body close to yours. Your lips lowering towards mine for your first taste of my lips. Lightly caressing me with your mouth upon mine before nudging your tongue into my parting lips. 

I am enjoying my first taste of your lips as you reach down hands griping just under my ass and lifting me so my feet come up off the floor, forcing my legs to part. For the comfort of us both I wrap my legs around your waist. Pressing my secret part onto your shaft. You never break contact with my lips.

I feel you take a step towards the washing machine and one arm leaves me. Wondering what you are doing I attempt to break the kiss, to see if you need help. You deepen the kiss not letting me stop it. 

Your other arm comes back and it helps you to set me down on the now spread out towel letting me know what you had been doing. 

As I sat down fully on the washer, you take your lips from mine, making me instantly wish they were still there. 

You reach up with your hands to my chest, and gently begin to massage my breasts. One hand on each, squeezing them and pushing them together, before lowering your mouth to slide your tongue up and down your created cleavage. I reach up with a hand to grip your head trying to force you to take a nipple into your mouth. 

Finally, you relent and take both nipples into your hot mouth, nipping with your teeth and then soothing away the ache with your tongue. First one nipple and then moving to the other. Each receiving the same treatment. Making me arch my back further forcing my chest further into your mouth.

Tired of teasing my chest with your mouth and teeth you slide your hands up my back to my shoulders, urging me to lay back a little as your tongue makes a wet trail down my stomach. Down to my belly button and dipping your tongue inside and then drawing tiny circles around it before continuing on your journey to my aching, wet pussy.

Running your tongue all over the mound avoiding my hardened clit, then forcing your tongue into just the top of my slit. Barely touching the upper most part of my clit and then flicking your tongue in and out from between my lips. Causing me to fall further into a prone position in the hopes that your tongue would make contact with my core sooner if I did.

You again take my body's hint and flick your tongue lightly over my clit before lowering your head further. Flattening your tongue against my dewy entrance and then sliding your tongue up the full length of my slit. Dragging the dew that is seeping from inside me up with your tongue.

With every stroke of your tongue over my clit I feel my body jerking up to meet you. Urging you deeper into me. 

You once more flick your tongue over my clit before you stop and stand in front of me. I watch as your hands reach to the bottom of your shirt and pull it up over your strong chest allowing me to see your furry chest for the first time.

Then your hands lower to the waist of your jeans. Reaching to unsnap them. I watch as your hands lower the zipper and then come up to slide them inside and lower them down over your hips. Watching as your cock springs into view.

Noticing that you had the nicest cock I had ever seen that wasn't a toy cock. Figuring that it was at least seven inches long and thick enough that it would be hard for me to get my small hands around. I want to try it out so I reach out with one small hand to test the fullness of your cock.

I take you firmly in my hand realizing I was right about the size of my hand around your cock. I am amazed at the fit of my hand around your cock and I watch as I begin to slide my hand up and down your long shaft as if a virgin seeing a cock for the first time.

Watching my hand as I stroke your cock feeling you in my hand responding to my touch. Seeing you grow firmer in my hand and watching as the first sign of your arousal begins to seep out of the head of your cock. 

I take my thumb and catch your wetness on the pad of it before smoothing it over the head of your cock causing more to appear. 

You finally having enough of my teasing fingers move yourself between my legs. I remove my hand and feel your hard shaft teasing my moist opening, seeking entrance. 

You lean forward to touch my lips with yours, your tongue thrusting into my mouth as your cock enters to my pussy. I take all of you inside me. The fur above your cock teasing my clit as you pause to let me adjust to your invasion. 

I feel my pussy stretched tight around your cock and need to feel you moving inside me. I begin trying to move against you. 

You begin to slowly pull your cock from my wet pussy and then drive yourself back into me as if not wanting to leave me for long before you begin to ease yourself from me again.

Over and over you make me feel every inch of your cock inside me. Slowly out and then driving back into me. 

As your pace begins to increase, you place the thumb of one hand right onto my hard nub causing my pussy to grip your cock as I fall over the edge in my orgasm.

The after shocks from my orgasm grasping your cock and pulling you deeper into me sending you over the edge with me. With your groan of lust I feel your hot cum bursting forth deep inside my belly. 

We stay with you inside me for a few minutes, each of us trying to regain our breathing until finally when all your firmness was gone nature demands that you be removed from me. 

You pull your pants back up from where they fell and give me a smile filled with devilish charm as you say, "I guess I need to get to work. Don't worry. I won't charge you by the hour this time."

I laugh as you help me down off the washing machine and prepare to begin your repairs.



Home Alone?



Getting off work I know its going to be a long lonely night at home. You called me earlier to tell me that you would be out with friends and wouldn't be coming over tonight. I tried to get a group of the guys together to do something....... ANYTHING... but everyone was busy. So I figure I will stay home and watch a movie or two. 

After my shower and a light dinner *pizza* I head off to my room and click on the T.V. and search for a decant movie to watch. I finally decide on The Terminal, it's a little slow but I'm not in the mood for an action film. I get undressed and look at myself in the mirror. Not to bad I think to myself, but it could be better. I chuckle a little bit thinking how vain I must be right now. Normally I'm not like that but I have been trying to work on losing a little weight and getting my abs in better shape. I lay down to settle in and watch the movie still laughing at myself.

As I watch the beginning I realize how tired I am and it's probably a good thing that you didn't come over tonight. My mind starts to drift thinking about what you are doing and how much fun you must be having. You were nice enough not to tell me what you where going to wear tonight but I can only imagine. Something low cut with something high cut that shows a lot of boobs and legs. Thinking about this my dick starts to harden. You have always turned me on from the moment we met. Many a night I have jerked off just thinking of you, the way you smell, the sound of your voice and your soft touch just drives me wild. 

I hear you come in the front door and I just smile from ear to ear. You come in and lean against the door frame. You are wearing something I have never seen before, a red leather jacket with a halter top and a very short black leather skirt. You look so amazing all I can do is stare. As you walk towards me I notice one kicker that I didn't notice before. You are wearing a fish net cat suit. My cock is rock hard at this point. I feel like my eyes are going to fall out of my head. 

You ask if I am excited to see you while you're looking straight at my cock. I tell you it's a nice surprise to see you but I thought you where going out tonight. You laugh and say that you did for a little while but you where getting to much attention and didn't want to stray. A ping of jealousy shoots through me but I see the look on your face and see your mostly kidding. Though I'm sure you got enough attention for 3 girls. 

You sit down on the edge of the bed and lean down to kiss me. As you sit up you take my dick in your hand and start to tell me about this really hot blonde that was hitting on you. I just stare up into your eyes listening to you go into detail on what she was wearing and what you two talked about. While you're doing this you are slowly stroking me. Listening to you describe how your conversation turned to sex was killing me. With pre-cum making my cock slippery you stroke me faster. My breathing starts to get heavier as you lean down and take me into your mouth. You slip off your coat and really start to work me over. I run my fingers through your hair and tell you how great this feels. As you start to stroke me faster I tell you that you better stop because I'm about to cum. You just suck me harder as I grab you by the hair and thrust up into your mouth. As I start to cum you just keep bobbing your head not even missing a beat. Swallowing all my cum you are moaning and squirming around. I notice you have your skirt pushed up and your hand is rubbing your pussy. As I finish Cumming you stand up. Telling me not to move you take off your halter top and unzip your skirt letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in just the cat suit you look amazing. I start to lean up only to be told to lay still. 

As you climb on top of me you slide your pussy along my shaft. You are so wet and I can feel the heat coming from your pussy. You continue to rub your clit along my cock moaning I feel myself getting hard again. All of a sudden you start to move up my chest smiling the whole time. As you straddle me I can feel just how turned on you are as you move closer to my head. You put your knees over my arms so I can't move my hands as you straddle my face. I can only use my tongue on you right now but I'm ok with that. You grind your pussy down on my face as I suck on your clit. I use my nose to slide around on your clit as I push my tongue into your pussy. You rotate your hips up a little bit and that gives me access to your ass. You moan really loud as I tickle your hole with my tongue. After a few minutes of that you slide back down so I can keep licking and sucking on your clit. 

Out of breath you start to tell me how good my tongue feels on your clit. You are almost screaming now as you grab my hair and tell me you're about to cum. As buck wildly on my face, pulling my head into your pussy, you keep saying your Cumming over and over again. I feel a warm rush flow down my face. Still pulling my hair and grinding into my face you start to settle down. Breathing hard you tell me how great that was and how lucky you are. 

I am feeling great right now as I feel you slide down my chest and sit on my hips. I close my eyes for a minute to catch my breath and reflect on how great that was and what is coming next. I open my eyes and start to pull you close, but your not there. I am hugging a pillow. I am very confused at this point as I notice the pillow is wet. I look around and figure out that you have not been here tonight, I was just dreaming of you. I throw the pillow off me and start to get up, but notice my cock is really hard. So I find the remote and search for something a little more interesting to watch. 



Home Alone



"So what are you up to today honey?" my husband asks as we are eating breakfast with our six-year old twin daughters. 

"Not much. Once you and the girls take off I have to do some laundry and a few chores but other than that I have a pretty easy day."

"That's good baby. You work too hard around here. You deserve an easy day."

"Thanks." I say with a smile. 

We finish our breakfast and I get the girls ready for school as my husband gets ready for work. I send them all off with a kiss and then get to my chores. It takes me a couple hours to get the house cleaned up and the couple loads of laundry I had to do. Once done I go take a shower.

Once dressed in a pink sundress with a matching set of thong panties and bra, I look in the mirror. I have to say that even after a pregnancy, my 24 year old body looks pretty good. I am 5'9" with auburn hair, vibrant green eyes, a slim body, and 34dd firm breasts. I have just finished brushing out my wet hair when the doorbell rings. 

Seeing as I am not expecting anyone, I figure it must be a delivery or something. I open the door to see a handsome man about 40 or so dressed in a cable company uniform. 

"Umm.. Can I help you?"

"Hi, my name is James. I work for the cable company. I see that you have a dish in your front yard and I wondered if I could talk to you about changing to your local cable company. Do you have time to talk?"

Figuring that I had nothing better to do, I invite him in. I lead him to the living room and he takes a seat on the couch. I sit in the chair next to the couch. 

"Ok, James, I am Sandi. I am willing to see if it is worth it to my family to switch companies. What can the cable company offer me." 

He talks for about 15 minutes or so showing me the options that they carry and the price differences between the two companies. 

"Well... right now I am torn. It is about the same price for either option for me for the same channels. At this point I would stick with the dish. What else can you offer?" I ask. 

"Customer service."

"What do you mean?"

"Well we like to keep our customers happy whatever it takes." he says as he walk across the room. He kneels and puts a hand on my leg. I part my legs slightly. 

"Could you give me an example of what you mean?" I ask with a sly smile. 

Sliding his hand up my thigh, he says "Well, I know that my own personal belief is that when I leave a house after a service call, my customer should have a smile on their face and I should do what ever it takes to make that happen."

As he says this he spreads my legs apart. He slides my skirt up and pulls my panties to the side. Throwing caution to the wind, I grab his head and pull him to my pussy. He wastes no time and heads straight for my clit. He takes it in his mouth and sucks it hard and fast. In less than a minute, I am cumming. I try to push his head away as it gets too intense but he puts his hands on my hips and holds me down. He doesn't stop or slow down. My whole body quivering I ride the wave of orgasms he is giving me with his tongue. Mercifully he finally stops. He easily picks me up. 

"Where is the bedroom?" he asks. Still out of breath, I point to the door to the bedroom I share with my husband. 

James carries me to the bedroom and puts me down. Grabbing my dress he pulls it over my head. He then takes my bra off and leaning forward he takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it for a minute before switching to the other. 

After pulling my panties off, he tells me to lay on the bed. As I do, he removes his own clothes and leaves them in a pile on the floor. He then climbs on the bed and kneels between my legs again. Grabbing my legs he pushes them up to my chest. Leaning forward he shoves his entire nine inches into me in one push. 

Much like the way he ate my pussy he is going at it hard and fast. James brings his hand to my pussy and plays with my clit with his thumb. Before long he has me cumming again.

"Mmm.. James... you fuck me so good. Oh YES!"

He lets go of my legs and puts them down to his side. Leaning down he wraps his arms around me and rolls us over so that I am on top. 

"Ride me. Ride my cock, sexy."

I do just that. Sliding my pussy up and down his cock. While I am fucking him, he reaches up and grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples gently. I reach behind and grab his balls fondling him. 

"Oh yes, Sandi. Play with my balls, fuck me hard."

I start riding him hard and fast slamming down on his cock. Before long, I feel him expanding just before I feel him spasming inside me shooting his cum inside my pussy. 

I move to lay beside him on the bed. We lay there for a minute before getting up. I lead him to the shower and we both climb in the shower. We spend the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking each other. He leaves just before my husband and daughters return home. I have just put my bedding in the wash when I hear them come in. 

"Hey honey, I switched cable companies today. They give us a better deal and I hear their customer service is exceptional." I say to my husband with a smile...



Home Alone



I'm home alone, thinking about our sleepover.

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Home Alone



My boyfriend of three years and I had the house to ourselves.

We were trying to spend as much time together before college started again.

David and I cuddled on my bed kissing each other every now and then.

David moved his hand to my crouch and rubbed me.

"Do you touch yourself baby?" he asked me in a low voice.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Show me," he said.

I pulled off my short sand underwear and opened my legs wide so he could see.

I opened my blouse and pulled my tits over my bra, so he could see them.

I stroked my nipples and slowly moved my hand down to my wet center.

I put in two fingers to get them wet then rubbed my clit in a circular motion. 

Soft moans escaped my lips and my hand moved faster.

David watched with lust filled eyes then took off his jeans and pulled out his hard on.

He slowly began to jerk himself off as he watched me.

I watched him get off and moaned. I pinched my nipples and bit my lip.

My body shook and my moans filled the room.

"Cum for me, Jane," David said and my body shook as I cummed.

I crawled over to him put my fingers in his mouth.

He sucked them off and kissed me.

I leaned down and sucked on his balls.

He groaned and slowly moved his hand away from his throbbing cock.

I licked the slid of his long cock and kissed the head.

I slowly began to suck his cock and play with his balls.

David moved his hips and held my head in place.

I bobbed my head up and down and squeezed his balls.

I ran my teeth over his head and swallowed his pre-cum. 

David moved his hips faster and before I knew it I was swallowing his hot load.

I smiled up at him and kissed his lips hungrily.

David took my tit and sucked on it.

I moaned and ran my fingers threw his hair.

He took off my shirt and I did the same.

We were both naked now.

David sucked my tits like it was his job.

I loved his tongue on my chest.

He put two fingers in me and pumped them in and out of me as he rubbed my clit

I moaned in his ear then threw my head back.

I grabbed his cock and jacked him off. 

I was cumming in seconds.

David took his cock back and slowly put it in me.

Our hips grinded together slowly picking up speed.

We were staring to sweat and our moans got louder and louder.

David sucked on my tits and rubbed my clit.

I grabbed his ass and moaned loudly.

My body shook as I cummed. 

David picked me up and bounced me on his big cock.

He grabbed my ass and slapped it.

He sucked my nipples and I moaned like crazy.

I was loving every moment of it.

"You feel so good, baby," David moaned.

"I love you inside of me. In side my tight little hole,"

David kissed me and laid me down.

He rubbed my clit and rammed into me.

We were both moaning and whispering dirty things to each other.

David pulled out of me and began to suck on my clit.

I screamed in joy and kept his head down there.

"Don't fucking stop!" I said as he took is tongue in me.

I moved my hips back and forth and started to cum.

David licked me clean and rammed his hard cock back in me.

I got on top of him and bounced up and down.

David met my trust with his.

He pinched my nipples and I slowed down.

"Don't tease me," he pleaded.

I smirked and moved slowly.

David rolled us over so he was on top.

He kissed me as he moved his hips fast and harder in me.

I moaned and screamed and clawed his back as he fucked me.

"Fuck me harder!" I screamed several times.

We broke into a hot sweat and me body shook as I had orgasm after orgasm. 

"I'm gonna cum," David breathed.

"Cum in me," I said.

David grunted and rammed into me faster.

We reached our last climax and David pulled out of me.

He bent down and sucked my clit and fingered me until I came again.

David kissed me and held me close to him.

"That was worth the wait," I said.

David kissed me. "Good,".

I kissed him and held him close to me.



Home Alone



I love it when my roommates are gone. It happens so rarely, but on a day like today when everyone but me has to work, I take advantage of the solitude. I wait for about 20 minutes after they've left to make sure they won't come back for some forgotten article of importance. After I'm positive they won't be returning, I start by gathering all of my visual and auditory stimulation. I can get off with no videos or audio files, sure, but it's so much more fun and exciting with them. My favorites are of men. I enjoy watching videos of woman masturbating or couples fucking, but nothing gets me wetter or hotter than seeing a man masturbate, or listening to his moans and pants as he makes himself cum. There's just something so raw about it, so sexual, and it's become pretty much the only thing I really watch on days like this.

After I've picked my pleasure, I strip naked. With the roommates just a wall away most times, I usually just masturbate quietly with all of my clothes on, but when they're gone, I'm free to go naked. I start by doing simple things around the house: picking up, doing laundry, washing the dishes, all the while thinking about what awaits me on my computer and in my drawer. I continue with the mundane until I can barely stand it.

In my room, I have these little shelves designed to be used either alone or stacked atop one another. I, however, have found a much better use for them. Since they are the perfect height to straddle, I've placed a number of pillows on them and have since decided they are the perfect masturbation aid. It's a much better option, in my opinion, to just a regular pillow, and it allows me to slide a dildo inside of me while keeping my hands free to roam my body. Not quite as good as having a man underneath me, to be sure, but satisfying nonetheless. 

Since the roommates aren't home, I turn on the video and turn up the volume. I've chosen a man masturbating with electro stimulation, something I've become quite interested in recently. Straddling the shelf and pillows, I slowly start to roll my hips back and forth. I prefer to start out slow, so the dildo sits on the bed beside me, waiting for me to need it. The man on the screen is not touching his cock, but his hands roam over his sweat slicked chest and his hips thrust up into the air. I take his cues, running my own hand across my breasts and rocking my hips hard back and forth across the pillow. I don't do it fast, just long, hard strokes that rub my clit in the most delicious manner. I watch as the man rolls his hips; listen as he starts to moan.

With no roommates, I'm free to be as loud as I want, and I moan with him. I rock my hips faster, pinching my nipples. It's almost time to get the dildo, but not quite yet. I lean back and rub my clit with my fingers, watching as the man on the screen writhes in pleasure and groans his arousal. I rub faster, tweaking my left nipple, bringing myself almost there....and then stopping. I lean over and grab the dildo, licking it up and down before slowly pushing it inside of me. The licking is unnecessary, as I am wet enough for it to slide right in. With it deep inside me, I lean forward and start to slowly rock against the pillow again. The man on the screen is getting close, so I take the video back a few minutes and watch again as he humps the air. 

With the dildo inside of me, I rotate my hips against the pillow. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back and the heat between my legs. I feel my breasts swinging as I rock back and forth. The man on the screen is beautiful in his self pleasure, and I listen to his long moans.

"Ooohhh yeaaahh..." I hiss, leaning back to rub my finger over my clit. I bounce up and down, treating the shelf beneath me like a body and the dildo inside of me like a lover's penis. My breasts bounce and I bring my hand up to pinch my nipple.

"Uhh!" 

I've closed my eyes now, just listening to the sounds on the screen as the mans moans become louder and longer. I'm rocking back and forth, faster and faster.

"Oh yes, fuck me! Harder!" I lift my body up slightly, causing the dildo to slide out, and slam myself back down. Again, and again, and again. I'm so hot, so wet, so hungry...The man on the screen is moaning, he's under me, his fingers are grabbing my hips and pulling me onto his hard cock.

"Yeah! Yeah, oooh yeah...OOHHH yeah....."

I'm close. I open my eyes, wanting to see him cum. I lean forward and rub hard and fast against the pillow, waiting for it. He's bucking his hips and pulling his nipples, moaning and groaning, and I'm rocking harder and faster.

"Please cum....Let me see it....oh fuck it feels so good! Fuck me, please! Make me cum! Make me cum! Oohhh god....yeah....."

I hear he's breathing hitch and his moans are getting louder. He's bucking faster and I know he's going to cum. I'm grinding my clit against the pillow beneath me and plunging my pussy onto the dildo harder and harder waiting for it. And he cums. He moans so beautifully and his cum shoots up over his stomach and chest, and it's just what I needed. I slam myself down on the dildo and scream in pleasure.

"I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK YES I'M CUMMING! YES YES YES!!!" 

I slowly rock my hips back and forth as I slowly come down from my orgasm. I am sweaty and exhausted and so completely satisfied. I love it when my roommates are gone.



Home Alone



"See you next week!"

Jess waved to her parents as they pulled out of the driveway, then turned back to her computer. Jess's father had recently won a trip for two cruise in the Caribbean, so Jess and her siblings were going to be home alone for the next week while their parents soaked up sun in the Bahamas. She reflected on what she had been doing so far this summer: sitting at home doing nothing. 

Jess's family had moved at the end of her senior year about a month ago, and while they were pretty much settled in, Jess didn't know anyone and ended up spending more time at home than she would have liked. Moving over to look in the mirror, she thought about her ex- boyfriend Chris while she examined herself. They had only dated for a few weeks, but Jess had lost her virginity to him. They broke up when she moved. 

Jess sighed, thinking about the feel of Chris's cock inside her. She looked herself up and down in the mirror, drawing her silky black hair over her left shoulder as she did so. She thought she was fairly good looking, with jet black hair and stunningly green eyes. She had a light tan that almost hid the freckles across her nose. She was short, just over 5 foot, with a slender frame, B cup breasts, and a round firm ass. She had never had a boyfriend before Chris, mainly due to how shy she was in public. Oddly enough, she wasn't at all shy at home, and her family was always surprised when people remarked on it.

Noticing a sheen of sweat on her forehead made her realize how hot it was. Thinking about Chris had made her horny, and she was starting to feel slutty. She considered getting naked and breaking out the dildo she kept under her bed, but she could see her older brother Dan in the yard, and didn't want him to hear her moans. 

Jess had four siblings. The youngest of these was a sister named Lucy. Lucy was a year younger than Jess, her eighteenth birthday being in a few days. She was very athletic, and had a naturally curvy body with large D cup breasts and an ass that was emphasized by the high heels she always wore. Slightly taller than Jess, she had blonde hair that hung to her waist and blue eyes. 

After Lucy, Jess had three older brothers. Two of these were identical twins, John and Will. They both were college runners, and were in pretty good shape. They looked like Jess, with black hair and green eyes.

The oldest sibling in the family was Dan. At 24, he was six years older than Jess. He had always been quiet, and he had played a lot of sports in high school and college, which had given him a muscular physique. Tall, he looked a lot like Lucy, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. 

Secretly, Jess had always been attracted to her brother, but had always been too shy to do anything about it. Smiling, and wondering if the heat was effecting her, Jess stripped naked and walked over to her closet. Pulling out a lacy red thong, she pulled it on, feeling as the thin material was pulled between her cheeks, making a V above her ass as the straps were pulled over her hips. Next, she pulled out a nearly transparent blouse that was low cut enough to show off a bit of cleavage. Finally, she reached into the back of her closet and brought out a pair of short shorts that she hadn't worn in years. After a few minutes of tugging, Jess had the shorts on and was examining herself in the mirror. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric of her shirt, and every time a breeze moved the shirt against them, she felt jolts of pleasure throughout her whole body. Her shorts sank low enough in the back to clearly show her thong and almost show the top of her shaved pussy in the front. Because they were so small, the bottom of the shorts in the back only reached about halfway down her cheeks, displaying her curves.

Jess walked downstairs to watch some TV. She sat on the couch, which was still covered in the plastic it had been moved in. Flipping through the channels, she realized nothing good was on, and settled on Oprah. After a few minutes, she heard the door open and shut, and the sound of a faucet running in the kitchen. Jess got up and walked quietly into the kitchen doorway. Dan was at the sink, drinking a glass of water, and he didn't notice her at first. She took the opportunity to enjoy looking at her brother. He must have been working out, because had his shirt off and was sweating. Jess felt her shorts start to moisten as she watched a drop of sweat roll down his chiseled back.

"Hey, Danny," Jess said finally, as sensually as she could manage. Dan jumped and looked over at his little sister. 

"Oh, hey J-". He cut off as he saw Jess's slutty outfit, the plastic cup falling from his hand and bouncing away from him. 

"Oh! Let me get that for you!" Jess said. She quickly stepped between Dan and the cup, bending down and giving him a full view of her only partially covered ass. She stayed bent over to make sure he had gotten a good look, then straightened up and gave him the cup back with a smile when she noticed the bulge in his pants. 

Flirting had made her hot, and she needed a release. "It's hot out. I think I'm going to go take a shower. See you later." 

Five minutes later, she was in the shower, massaging her hard clit.

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After her shower, Jess was toweling off when an idea struck her. While fingering herself in the shower had temporarily sated her desire, she was hungry for what she hadn't had in over a month: the feel of a man inside her. Instead of getting dressed, she put on the perfume that she kept in the bathroom that Chris had always liked. Wrapping the towel around herself, Jess left the bathroom and walked down the hall toward Dan's room. Like she anticipated, he was sitting on his bed while listening to loud music, which meant he didn't hear her enter. 

While not nearly as shy as most people thought her, what Jess was about to do gave her butterflies. Turning off the music, she said, "Hi Danny."

Dan had turned around when the music stopped, but when he saw who it was, he quickly turned away, and mumbled something that might have been a hello. Taking a deep breath, Jess glided over to the bed, dropping the towel as she did so, and sat behind her brother completely naked. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and slid her hands down toward his pants, while pressing her breasts against his back. He grabbed her wrists gently, spinning around to look at her. His wide eyes took in her pussy, starting to moisten with her juices, then her perky breasts, nipples hard with anticipation, and finally at her face, her eyes full of lust. 

"What are you doing?" he asked uncertainly.

"What does it look like?" she responded, pushing him back so that he was laying on his back, while she crawled on top of him, her breasts hanging onto his chest, her swollen mound gently grinding the bulge in his pants.

"I'm not sure if I'm comfor-" he started to say, until Jess cut him off by shoving her mouth rouqhly against his. He resisted at first, then finally let his tongue probe the inside of her mouth. Moving his hands slowly, searchingly down her back, he reached her firm asscheek, and cupped it in his left hand while his right sought out her soaking pussy. Feeling the slickness, he tentatively inserted one finger into her tight hole. Her mouth still clamped to her brother's, Jess let out a muffled groan as he curled the finger inside of her. 

After a few moments, Jess couldn't take it anymore and pulled her mouth away, moving quickly down to Dan's pants and unfastening them while he removed his shirt. Ripping his pants off, she gasped as she saw his thick, 9" cock spring out. Without any hesitation, she took it in her hand and began to lick the precum off, savoring the taste in her mouth. She then put the head of his cock in her mouth and started sucking. While not very experienced, Jess was a quick learner, and she soon had Dan moaning with pleasure. She sucked on the head for a moment then gradually started to take more and more into her mouth. Soon, she nearly had his whole cock in her mouth, and she could sense that he was close to cumming. Taking his huge cock out of her mouth and crawling up to Dan's face, she kissed him passionately. 

When they broke apart, Jess put her hands on Dan's muscular chest and lowered herself slowly onto his cock. She was wet enough that he slid easily all the way inside of her, but she felt as though she was being ripped in half. She slowly grinded him, picking up speed as she got used to the feel of him. Dan had his hands holding her firm ass as she bounced, and the feel of him holding her combined with the waves of ecstasy radiating from her pussy caused her to orgasm. Spasming wildly, she squirted her juices all over his cock. 

Sagging, Jess nearly collapsed onto the bed as the most intense orgasm of her life washed over her. Dan quickly positioned himself behind her, and, still hungry for more, Jess eagerly got on her knees and allowed him to push his cock deep inside her. Dan grabbed her hips and began to fuck her harder than she ever had been fucked before, causing his balls to slap against her stomach on each thrust. Screaming for him to fuck her harder, Jess felt the heat in her pussy that announced the approach of another orgasm. As she sprayed her juices all over, she felt the pace of his thrusts pick up, and knew he was close to cumming too. Before he could cum inside her, Dan pulled out, flipping Jess over onto her back, and bringing his cock up to her mouth. Jess began sucking it, and soon felt his cum spray into her mouth. She swallowed it, then sucked his cock clean.

Panting, Jess and Dan laid down on the bed in each others arms, not saying anything, until they eventually fell asleep.



Home Alone



I wake up rather rapidly when my four year old runs onto the bed and jumps under the covers with me. We turn on a cartoon from Netflix and I doze for the next hour until my daughter is also awake. They head downstairs to get some breakfast and watch Harry Potter. Perfect. Except, I can't fall back to sleep. I realize that my cock is aching a bit and needs some attention. The shitty part is that my wife is not here. She headed to DC this weekend to work a few nights. Since leaving her last job, she has been with the kids nonstop. She definitely needed this. But that doesn't mean that two nights of no sex hasn't taken its toll. My dick is a bit sore from all of the masturbating. Still, I need another release.

I'm not going to delve into our background much. We decided a year ago that the occasional sexual dalliance would be fun and push our marriage into new sexual territory. The fucking has always been great, but after two children, I felt she would benefit from other people's attentions. It began with sucking a friend off for a bag of weed. We both knew that this was just to make it easier in the beginning. Soon, they were trading oral sex once a week. Not only was I fine with this, but it excites me. And when she comes home, she gets punished. I have her do to me what she did with this man. Make her tell me every detail. And then I spank her. Or use a crop. Or flogger. Or belt. Neither she nor the man ever came. When we fucked after she came home, we both finished every time. I realized that I get turned on being rough with her. And she seems just as turned on by it. There is never anger involved in the play. More just a bit of limit pushing, a gushing pussy and a very hard cock.

So my penis needed some touching. I thought about a work friend that had been house sitting for a few weeks over the winter. He, too, smoked weed. And is a very horny bisexual 20 year old. In my mind, I told him that my wife trades head for weed. We go over to his large place and smoke for a while. Suddenly high, I tell my wife that she needs to kneel in front of him. Marijuana gives her the sex munchies and she does exactly as I have told her. She unbuttons his pants and pulls them down. Having had no warmup, his cock is flaccid and soft. She smiles as she takes the entire thing into her mouth, gently sucking it to life. Soon he is hard and she is doing what she is very good at. I walk over to the couch and kneel next to her. I whisper in her ear and let her know how hot it is to watch her slobber all over this man's dick. She responds by going deeper, gagging herself on him. I get behind her and pull her yoga pants down to reveal her perfectly curved ass. After taking in the view for a minute, I slip my hand to the opening of her pussy. She is fucking soaked. I knew this was turning her on. I reach back and spank her ass. She just groans onto the cock in her mouth. Two more swats are answered with two more moans. I lean up and whisper that she seems to be enjoying this. I slap her pussy with my hard on. I rub the head of my cock against her slippery cunt. And then I push all of myself into her. She gasps. 

I grab her hair from behind and make her start deepthroating the other dick a bit harder and faster. Her head bobs down on each thrust I make. Apparently, being filled with cocks is more than enough to set her over and I feel a rush of wetness from her pussy. While still fucking, I reach down and grab her cunt, my middle finger on her swollen clit. She continues her waves of pleasure. My friend grabs her head and makes her fuck his dick harder and faster as her nears his own orgasm. He yells that he is cumming and she keeps sucking. Swallowing most of his cum, while the rest trails down her chin. Suddenly, I cum. In my bed, under the covers. The spurts hit high on my chest. The orgasm felt great, but I need my wife to come home. 

The phone vibrates as my wife calls. She too came this morning, masturbating to some of my dirty texts from the day before. I tell her most of my fantasy. She confesses that she has something to tell me and isn't sure if she will be in trouble. My stomach turns into a giant knot. She has been told she can have a threesome with our friends, but only them. I know there was another guy at the place yesterday. My assumptions were only somewhat correct when I hear the entire story.

She had gone out to lunch and met this couple's friend. He was nice enough and they all enjoyed some weed when they got back to their place. When the woman's husband left for work, they all ended up on a futon. The woman started making out heavily with the man and pulled his cock out. She began to work it over and told my wife that she should taste it. Through her foggy high, my wife started to suck this man's dick. It went from semi-hard to very hard rather quickly. Slightly smaller than mine, she didn't have much of a problem taking it deep into her mouth and throat. Her tits were out of her shirt. She realized that he was sucking on them earlier. Not even five minutes in, he was cumming into her perfect mouth. She let the semen drool out and down her chin. The woman let her know that this man was her new sub and that she was training him. My wife felt excited, guilty and really high all at the same time.

I couldn't be mad. He didn't fuck her. And its just a blowjob. I know that her mouth is mine, and always will be. We have gotten to a place in our relationship where we know that we are totally and completely in love with each other. When she gets home tonight, she will notice my cock more. It will feel larger while thrusting in and out of her mouth. And I will get harder, thinking about her mouth on some stranger's dick just the day before. The feelings of jealousy have subsided except for the sadness of missing the scene. Someday, I will get to watch her fool around with another man. Hopefully, while I fuck that man's wife.

But she doesn't come home til after midnight. I have an entire day to sit around thinking about what happened, and I won't get to cum for a long time. Knowing that she will want to completely satisfy me tonight, I don't want the average orgasm from jerking off. I want the mind-blowing one that she is going to give me tonight. I start to fantasize. She will come in from the car to find me naked, reading an erotic book or watching porn. I will tell her to show me how he was sitting when she blew him. She will re-enact the scene. Then I will sit her at the edge of the bed while I stand in front of her, my cock bouncing in her face. She opens her mouth and I slide my dick between her lips. I reach down to pinch her nipples. I grab her hair and begin fucking her mouth, going as far in as I can without making her gag too much. I ask if she prefers my dick in her mouth and she moans. I tell her that she has been slutty over the weekend and does need some punishment before we fuck. I stop her blow job and have her take her pants off. She lays back on the bed as I grab the crop. Her legs are spread and restrained. I start gently whipping her. I focus on the tender spots: her nipples and her hot, wet pussy. Satisfied that she has had enough for tonight, I set the crop down after letting her know that she is not to cum until I say so. If she does, the crop will come back. She looks like she might not be able to hold back. I crawl between her legs and pinch her pussy lips together, enjoying the teasing that I am giving her. My tongue flicks out and licks her clit. Gently, I nibble her upper inner thighs and pubic area. I suck her entire cunt into my mouth. Finally, I start licking from the bottom of her sex to the top. Soon, I focus on just her clit while I lube up two fingers. They slide in easily while I remind her that she is not to cum until she has permission. While gently finger fucking her, I slide higher up her body and tease her nipples. Gently, I grab them between my teeth. My thumb is strumming her clit and I feel her body begin to tighten. I stop.

I undo the restraints and tell her to suck my cock some more. I don't want this over too quickly and I love the way her mouth feels after she has almost finished. I tell her to sit on my dick. She rushes up my body and slides my entire shaft into her cunt. Remembering that she is not to cum, she starts with a slow pace. I have other ideas though, and grab her ass hard with both hands. I force her to grind her clit into my pelvis. We slow down again as we both get close to cumming. Finally, I decide that we have both had enough of the waiting. My hand slides up to her neck and I tighten my grip. Just hard enough to restrict a bit of air and having the ability to make her fuck me harder. My other hand goes to her tit and brings it to my mouth. I tell her that its time to cum while I bite down hard on her nipple. Within seconds, she is stifling her moans, exploding on my dick. The sensations are too much for me and I grab her ass again, shoving her down on me as deeply as I can. I feel jet after jet of cum shoot from my dick into her. She collapses on top of me. We kiss passionately, both happy to be back with the other. Slowly we drift into sleep. But that's just the fantasy. Right now, I still have eleven hours to see what really happens.



Home Alone



I've been planning to do something naughty for a while now, but I never found the time. Until a few days ago, I was left alone at home. It was Friday morning and I was lying in my bed like a sly fox waiting for the right moment. Around 7:30am I hear the garage door open, I assumed it was my father leaving for work. Next, I waited for my mother to leave at 8:30am for her outing with her friends to the city, which she told me last night. So, around 8:45am I started to plan my day of mischief, knowingly that I have limited time to fulfill my delightful desires.

I lively jumped out of my slumber onto the frozen floorboards. My heart was beating so fast it echoed in my head. But I didn't care; I was determined to begin my plan. I quickly shed off my sweat soaked pyjamas, which was drizzled in nervous perspiration. I was left in the bitter air with only my boy shorts and bra. I slid open my drawers and wardrobes, taking all of my intended ingredients; a black one piece swimsuit, pair of jeans, a cotton ball, a casual top with a grey hoddie.

I slowly slid my legs into the black swimsuit and pulled it up, over my undergarments and through my arms. I did this because I didn't know where I would hide my underwear, I couldn't leave them lying around. Next, I quickly unravelled the ball of cotton. I'm into rope bondage if you didn't know. I distinctively remember how to bind myself up in ropes from countless videos of rope bondage. So I casually tied a few knots then pulled the rope between my legs and lifted it straight up my back, digging into my valley through the swimsuit and underwear. I bound my body up tighter than usual to enhance the pleasure along with the growing bladder. It was 15mins past 9 and I just finished my preparations for the day.

So I walked down the staircase towards the kitchen to eat breakfast, being sure to drink a lot of fluids like orange juice. After breakfast, which was about 9:30am my bladder level was around 5/10; despite I didn't go in the morning. It wasn't enough to please me, so I took the liberty of drinking water every half an hour for a steady increase in pleasure. So by 11am, I think my bladder was around 7/10, which was slowly rising. By now, I was a little bit fidgety, but not too much since the ropes distracted me most of the time; rubbing and sliding when I'm walking.

I began to have a faint change of heart, my conscience was telling me it was bad and I shouldn't continue. I ignored the wise warning and strayed off course of my plan. I wanted more and more as there was no one to stop me. So I went back up stairs and decided to add some shorts and overalls; a bladder's worst nightmare.

I quickly took off the long jeans and put on the shorts, then I put them back on. Next, I placed back my hoddie and wedged myself into the out grown overalls. They were a little bit smaller than me, so I had to sit down and force the straps into the clips. This made it a little bit uncomfortable on me, as it pressed against my chest.

When I was finished I started to wonder what to do, since it was only 20 past 11am and my bladder was about an 8/10. I came to realize I've never reached a full bladder, so I when down and drank 3 full glasses of water. This was to make sure it was a dramatic increase in pressure instead of a steady pace, since I knew I would probably wet myself if it was slow.

All that was left was to wait, so I started to read blogs on the web till midday. I slowly started to loss my concentration as my bladder flooded up, unable to sit still as I was about 9/10. I've never experience this much desperation nor pressure in my abdominal region, but it kept rising. 

Now, I started to think 3 glasses was too much as I was definitely full. My conscience started to beg me that I shouldn't go on further, but I liked the feeling of the rope slicing me. It's as if it's holding my bladder for me, and it also felt pretty nice when it rubs against you.

I repeatedly changed my positions of my legs, to find that sweet spot. Yet, there was none. I began to doubt myself that I could hold it as the pressure and pain exponentially increased. So I carefully dashed towards the bathroom, ignoring to close the door. I started to try and unhook the straps, but it was futile with my extremely bloated stomach. I needed to get out of the clothes and quick, if I didn't I wouldn't be able to hide the evidence.

I knew I would get caught if there suddenly was clothes hanging out to dry, especially if there was 3 pairs of pants. So I desperately struggled to remove the straps of the overall before I can do anything. It was like those fantasy wetting scenes, where their pants get stuck.

I was in a bad situation. My Dam was on the verge of collapsing, only to be held by my bondage ropes. The time was running out as it was beginning to overflow, as the 3 glasses finally reached their destination. I began to squirt a few droplets, only to be soaked up by my underwear. 

My bladder throbbed as the water rammed towards freedom. Another, quick spurt escaped through the cracks of the defense. My arms were shaking in desperation to unlock the overalls, but they were stuck like linking chains. The last spurt weakened my final stand, opening the road towards the light. Seeping through the swimsuit, into the cotton and absorbed into the shorts, jeans and overall. On leaving a trail of adventure down the back of my legs.

My breathing calmed down while i analyzed the damage. Yet, my heart was still pounding away in disbelief. I quickly wiped the floor and unlocked the overalls as my stomach deflated. I also removed both jeans and shorts, and started to untie the ropes. I then hopped into the shower and washed my underwear and swimsuit. I didn't bother washing the pants as they won't dry in the remaining time. I observed the stains, and found out there was little or no smell; since it was so dilute. So I just got my blow dryer and blew them for an hour.

I put everything back to place, except the swimsuit which I secretly wore under until the end if the day. I was wearing different clothes even though they were dry, because I didn't want the slightest chance of them finding out. In the end, they never found out as they never noticed I wore the clothes.



Home Alone



(All characters in the story are 18+ and purely fictional)



You come over, hoping my brother is home, letting yourself in as always. You are immediately confused by what you hear. Moaning and whimpering can be heard coming from upstairs. Cautiously, you creep up the stairs and towards the sounds, which are emanating from my room. You peek around the door frame and are surprised by what you see: me, on my back, a vibe teasing my engorged clit as I finger myself furiously. Your mouth drops wide in shock, and you feel your cock twitch in response to my sounds. From where you're hiding, you get a perfect view of my shaved pink pussy, dripping with my juices. 

You lick your lips in anticipation, then saunter in, saying,

"Well what do we have here?" 

I squeal in surprise and freeze. Slowly, you walk towards me, leering at my naked body. Your eyes devour the sight of my 34DD tits, erect nipples and juicy pussy. Seeing my discarded panties on the floor, you stoop to pick them up, sniffing my aroma from the crotch. Before I realize what's happening, you wrap them around my wrists, securing them thoroughly, and step back a moment. Once my wrists are tied, you kiss me, quick yet fiercely. You then trail a few kisses down my neck, nibbling on my skin. I shiver, my body anticipating anything you do. 

"Well I was going to have fun with your brother if he was here, but I think I've found something much more entertaining. Mm I'm gonna have such fun tearing up your pretty little pussy," you say, in a husky voice. 

"I wonder what other toys you have laying around here..." 

You wander around my room, stopping to grab a belt and loop it around the panties binding my wrists, securing me to the headboard. I watch you walk around my room, but freeze when u reach into my nightstand. 

You notice and grin. "Oh. This must be where they are, huh? Mm let's see what we have here. Well well well. A bigger vibe...a small butt plug, brand new, you nasty slut. A blindfold, some rope, and clamps.... It's like you knew I was coming!" Your eyes light up as you say the last few things. I mentally curse myself for having them in such an obvious place, shuddering with fear as you take each item out and place them on my dresser. I instinctively know you won't be gentle. You grab the blindfold and put it over my eyes, taking a moment to brush the hair away from my face. Then you move away, but I can feel your eyes on me as you sift through my toys. I feel you looming over me and you grab one length of rope, tie it to my tied wrists and then to the headboard. You then take each ankle and tie each to the bottom corners of the bed, leaving my legs wide and exposed. I can feel your warm breath as you bend to get a closer look at my pussy, and more juices drip out. 

"You like this, don't you, slut? Don't even bother lying to me, your pussy is dripping and making itself ready for me," you say as you gently trail one finger around my inner thighs, going around my pussy lips and clit, making my body ache for your touch. I groan when u finally press your finger to my clit, then you dip first one, then two fingers into my sopping cunt. They go in easily with my natural juices and I moan as you want finger fuck me, agonizingly slow. Suddenly you withdraw your fingers and bring them to my lips. I smell my juices and open my mouth to suck them off of your fingers. I twirl my tongue around your fingers, and you begin to play with my sensitive nipples, making me moan. You withdraw your fingers but continue to play with my tits. You lean in and kiss me, and I try to move closer to you but can't due to my bindings. One hand wraps in my hair, the other teasing alternating nipples. I moan into our kiss, and I feel your smirk against my lips. You pull back and I frown, hearing you grab something off of the table. You bend and start sucking on my nipples, twisting and biting and licking them, eliciting mewls of pleasure from me. The pressure of your teeth is replaced by the feel of cold metal. 

"No. Oh no please don't. Noooooo," I beg and try to move away, anything to avoid the painful grip of the nipple clamps, which you tighten one after the other. Tears well in my eyes and drip down my face, escaping the blindfold. 

*SMACK* You hit my tit where the clamps are, and I cry out. 

*SMACK* You do the same to the other tit, making me buck from the pain. I hear you chuckle and suddenly your lips are on me again, you're pressing your body into mine, but also crushing my nipples with the clamps. You trail kisses down my body, stopping to kiss around my pussy. I feel your teeth attach themselves to my clit and my hips buck, and I moan as you suck on it. You move down and slowly, languidly start kissing my pussy lips. I try to raise my hips to me you, but can't. Finally, you flick out your tongue and lap at my juices. Your tongue goes into my pussy and you suck up my juices. One hand goes to toy with my clit as the other reaches up to my tits, flicking the clamps, the pain and pleasure mixing, building up. As you tongue me, you sense my pussy walls contracting. You pull away, when I was so close. 

"Noooo please....please....don't stop..." I moan as the feelings subside a bit. My pussy is pulsing, aching for relief. I hear you drop your pants, and you kneel on the bed, straddling me. You position your cock at my entrance, and just let it sit there. I try to move closer, and scream in frustration when I can't, a scream that turns into a yelp when you thrust, fully encasing yourself in me in one shot. You start with long, deep thrusts, that only serve to keep my orgasm at bay. Finally, you speed up, going faster and faster. I moan, shaking as you bring me closer to the edge. 

You smack my tits and pinch my clit, knowing the combined sensations will drive me closer. You yell out, "Fuck yes!!!! Take my cock you little whore!!! Fuuuuck I'm gonna cum!!!!! Take it!! Take it!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!" You shout, turning into a sigh as you release your load into my pussy, and it hitting my walls causes me to explode as well. I moan in pleasure as you ride me as I cum, using my contracting pussy to milk every drop from your cock. Finally you pull out with a squelching sound, then you move up and put your cock to my lips. 

"Clean it," you command. Too exhausted to refuse, I open my mouth and you shove your semi hard cock in. I gag when it hits the back of my throat but you don't care, using my hair as leverage to thrust into my face, and I try to lick you clean as best as I can. When you've deemed I've done well enough, you withers from my mouth, excess saliva dripping onto my chin. 

You get off of the bed and say, "I need to go get something. But, I won't leave you unattended to. Don't worry." You grab the other vibe, and set it to low, placing it in such a way that it only just stimulates my clit. My eyes pop open when I feel this, and my lips part in bliss. You silently walk out and reappear a minute later, to see me writhing and trying to move closer to the vibe, it's slow torture of my clit driving me insane. You smirk as you stand there, watching me. Your dick becomes hard and you walk over to me, watching me squirm. You then plunge the toy into my pussy, at the same time taking off the nipple clamps. I scream as they come off, the intense pain and the vibe combination making me cum, harder than the first time.

I'm panting as I come down and you ask, "Did you like that?"

My only response is a mumbled assent and a head nod. You take a piece of ice you just got and hold one each on each nipple. I hiss as the cold feeling mingles with the lingering pain. The ice makes my nipples erect and hard. You put the ice back in the cup and twist my sensitive nipples, causing me to whimper. When my mouth is open, you place the plug in it and tell me to suck on it, which I do. You press the plug against my virgin rosebud. I beg you to stop but you continually press it into me. When it's fully in you say, "See? Not too bad." I nod slowly, getting used to the weird, intrusive feeling. You quickly kiss my lips, then straddle my chest, positioning your cock between my tits. You spit in the valley between them for lube, and start to fuck my tits, using my nipples as handles. You pump in between them, the head of your cock just shy of hitting my chin each time. Your breathing becomes heavy, and you kneel above me and take my blindfold off. 

I blink, then look up at you jerking your cock above my tits. I watch as it spasms in your hand, and your warm cum sprays my tits in long ropes, some landing on my chin, others my forehead or my eyelids. You coat my face in your sperm, getting some in my hair too. You smile down at me and say, "Well aren't you a very pretty cum dump? Mm your face looks so much better covered in me." You grin and stand, watching the cum dry all over me. You put your pants back on and reach into one of the pockets. I see you grab your phone. 

"No. Please. You can't...." 

"Oh I can and I am. These are to ensure you don't tell anyone. But also, you are now mine. To use as I want, when I want. I don't care if we are in a car and I want a blow job. Or in the park and I want a quick fuck. Hell, whenever your brother isn't home, I will be. You belong to me now." You grin maliciously as you snap picture after picture of my body, tied, cum covered, and stretched out, making sure to get some from every angle. Finally, you untie my wrists and kiss me one last time before walking away, saying over your shoulder, "See ya soon, babe. Thanks for a great day."



Home Alone



The apartment was dark when she entered. With memory alone she expertly flicked the switch causing the kitchen light to buzz to life. It would be another night alone. As she made her way to her bedroom she unbuttoned her blouse letting it fall before catching it in one hand. 

Slipping her skirt down, she admired herself in the mirror; most people thought she was in her late twenties and were always surprised when she told them she was forty-one. She spent a few minutes massaging her big breasts; she was still getting used to the D cup addition to her body. The doctor had worked magic and her breasts hung naturally although in contrast to her slight frame. 

After placing her clothes in the laundry she made her way to the ensuite bathroom for a quick shower. Being cautious not to get her hair wet, she used her hand to hold it in a ponytail until the last of the soap was rinsed clear from her body. 

Hearing a noise from the living room she called out, "Hello?" to the empty apartment. It was possible, but highly unlikely that her husband would return from his trip early. Quickly wrapping herself in a towel she started down the hall to locate the sound. 

Her purse had fallen from the counter spilling its contents on the tile floor. "That explains the noise." She laughed to herself as she made her way back to her room. Bed sounded good right now; it had been a long day followed by an even longer dinner with her colleagues. Before climbing into bed, she pulled her husbands "7 Up" tee over her head. Reading only a few pages of her book, she declared it was bedtime and turned the light out. 

Within minutes she heard another noise; this time it was closer and in her room. As she reached over to turn on the lamp, someone grabbed her wrist and simultaneously covered her mouth to muffle what would have been an ear piercing scream. 

"Shut up!" The voice in the darkness commanded. 

The woman's mind raced to place the voice, unsuccessfully leaving her paralysed with fear. 

"Let me turn on a light so we can see our new friend." A second voice spoke. 

The woman's heart raced. Both men wore balaclavas and she watched in horror as the one at the end of the bed undressed himself never taking his eyes off hers. When he was naked, he climbed up the bed allowing the first man to get undressed. 

"What's your name?" His lips were an inch from hers; when she didn't respond he shook her, "I asked you a question." 

"Tanya. My name is Tanya." Her words were a whisper. 

"We just want to have some fun. Nobody needs to get hurt. You understand?" His face stayed close to hers as his body weight held her down. 

Tanya nodded. 

"If you scream, we aren't gonna be nice to you, so you behave yourself." The second man stroked his cock towards her. 

The first man lowered his lips and kissed Tanya's dead lips, "Kiss me bitch!" He squeezed her wrists tightly holding them over her head. Tanya complied and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. 

"Bring her over hear." The first man motioned to a small lounge chair that was now oddly in the middle of her bedroom. 

Climbing off her, the first man guided her to the chair and told her to kneel on the seat of the chair and lean over the back. The second man bound her wrists tightly with the belt from her husband's robe. When he stood in front of her he watched with pleasure as her body shivered, "Suck this cock." 

Tanya watched him stroke his thick cock at her face, then stepping closer; he brushed it across her lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth and slowly, he began to fuck her mouth. The other man squeezed her bare ass and gently probed at her pussy. 

"She's fucking wet already!" The man behind her said as he slowly pushed two long fingers inside her. 

The man in her mouth held her head gently as he fucked her mouth occasionally causing her to gag, "Get that pussy ready for me Dan, I'm gonna fuck it good." 

"Jesus man! No names!" Panic was evident in Dan's voice. 

Tanya's pussy was soaked as Dan expertly probed and stretched her open. She tried not to feel it, not to enjoy it, but her body betrayed her. If they were intent on doing this to her, she was going to make the best of it. She began sucking his cock harder making him moan. 

"This bitch is trying to make me cum already!" The nameless man pulled his engorged cock from her mouth, "Damn, she's got some skills." Nameless kneeled down until he was eye level with her and smiled through his balaclava, "Time to take that tight pussy." 

Dan's cock was presented to her and she sucked it into her mouth. It was much harder and maybe longer than but not as thick as the strangers. Dan fucked her mouth hard trying to shove his cock down the back of her throat. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he fucked her mouth like he owned it. All her gags and gasps went unanswered. 

The stranger slid his fat cock up and down her slick folds, "She is fucking wet!" Without hesitation he pushed his cock inside her until her body resisted. Her scream caught in her throat thanks to Dan's hard cock plugging her mouth. Holding her hips tightly he began working his length into her. 

Tanya's pussy almost exploded on entry of the strangers cock. Dan's fingers had started the fires burning but the stranger's girth and roughness was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Her pussy exploded without warning squirting her juices on the man's thighs. His pounding was deeper and harder now and her orgasm was causing her whole body to quiver. 

Dan had never felt a mouth as hot as this woman's. He watched her eyes water as he hammered the back of her throat. Although tears rolled down her cheeks, she appeared to be enjoying the attention she was getting, 

"I'm so fucking close man! Let me fuck her pussy!" Dan's voice was on the brink of begging. 

"This is my pussy, you feed the bitch, I'm filling her with my seed." The stranger pounded himself violently into her, "Swallow all his cum like a good little slut!" He grabbed a handful of her hair. 

Dan couldn't take any more; he wanted her pussy so badly; he needed release. A moment later he flooded Tanya's mouth with his load. With each pulse his body relaxed until his knees weakened and he pulled himself from her mouth, "Damn she's got a hot fucking mouth." 

With Dan's cum mostly down her throat, she could focus on the cock stretching her open, "Make me cum again!" 

The stranger reached around and rubbed her clit as he probed her pussy with a perfect rhythm. When he leaned forward and kissed her neck, the familiar sparklers of an orgasm began to ignite. Reaching up she gently tugged on one of her nipples; her body was on overload. 

The stranger ran his thumb over her puckered hole. This hole needed fucking too, but he needed her pussy. Letting a glob of saliva fall on her crack, he used his thumb to massage it in. Gentle pressure on her tight hole was rewarded with another explosive orgasm from Tanya. She bucked and quivered like a wild stallion until her body exhausted itself. 

With her face pressed comfortably on the arm of the chair, the stranger noted the look of exhaustion and satisfaction; it was time to cum. Holding her hips tightly he fucked her with long, deep and deliberate strokes; a moment later he buried himself as deep as he could and unleashed tremor after tremor of his seed inside her. Holding himself there he collapsed on her back gasping for air as she squeezed her pussy to milk every drop from him. 

"How was that?" The stranger leaned around making eye contact. 

Tanya smiled back at him, "It gets better every time. When did you get home?" 

Flipping around in her chair, she watched as the men removed their balaclavas. "It took me a bit to realize it was you! I was actually scared at first. You really out did yourself this time." 

Her husband Craig smiled at her, "You are one hot little fuck toy." 

When Dan left, Craig and Tanya had a long soapy shower before climbing into bed. Tanya was spooned in tightly against her husband enjoying his gentle kiss on her ear.



Home Alone Again



My roommates all worked today, so I took advantage of the situation to record this audio. It's my first ever recording, so we'll see how I did.

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Home Alone...Almost



Spring was finally here and Joni sat at home alone. Hubby Sam had left for work and she got comfy in her chair settling in for a day of surfing the net, trying to find something to entertain her brain. On a whim, she checked the history to find out just exactly what Sam had been doing while she was gone on her "girls' weekend" to the city.

As she browsed, the porn started pouring out of the history files. Sam had been a naughty boy while she was gone and it turned her on to think of him checking out different sites and stroking while he was doing it. There was just something about a man who is plain raw horny. Her juices started flowing and the panties she had just put on were getting wet. Damn, she thought, I wish he were here right now. 

She decided to forgo the visual stimulation and get right to the heart of the problem. She was horny and knew it would not take much to achieve climax as she drew mental pictures of Sam gliding his cock into her waiting kitty. As she daydreamed, Joni slid her hand over her ample breasts. She cupped her left breast and the rose colored nipple was rock hard. Her hand trailed down her belly, fingers tracing circles as she leaned back and put her feet up on the computer desk.

The sensations of touch ignited her body, and she tickled her love button with the tip of her finger. Images of Sam with his fat cock in his hand fueled the fire and she began to work faster. In her mind Sam was standing over her, sweat beading up on his forehead and arms, working it like a pro, just the right jack motion and he began to hold his breath as his cum began to rise. 

Joni rammed three fingers into her moist love-box, but in her fertile imagination it was Sam's fat joystick. Her back arched as she dreamed of him grabbing her by the hips and entering her hot and fast, exploding with enough pressure to make her cum instantly. She moaned out loud as the thought of Sam's self-stimulation just before entering her made cumming imminent.

Then the phone rang. Breathlessly she answered and Sam was on the other end.

"Watcha doin', woman?" he said softly.

Joni, with a smile in her voice said, "Wishing you were home."

"Why baby? Do you need something?"

"Well, I was daydreaming, and you were in it. If you really want to know, I was imagining you jacking off while you stood in front of me and when the phone rang I was about to cum."

Sam was intrigued. "Tell me about it," he whispered into her ear from his cell phone.

"I don't know how to describe it," Joni said, "but my God, you were good." 

"You know, we could just take care of this little problem over the phone if you need to," Sam said.

"You want to phone sex me??" Joni was a little surprised, but willing to give it a go.

"Hell yeah, put your fingers on your sweet little magic pearl and work it just for me. I am driving right now, but I am always willing to give my woman what she wants." Joni could hear him unzipping his pants and his voice tightened as he took his manhood in his hand. 

As Sam began to stroke his cock, Joni's hungry pussy dripped on her fingers while she listened to him breathe a little quicker. "Sam, tell me what you're thinking," Joni said.

"I am thinking about my woman, home with her feet up on the desk and her panties hanging from one ankle as I kneel in front of her, her hips in my hands and my cock sliding right into that sweet pussy."

"Sam," rasped Joni, "I'm gonna cum for you, I can't help it, I want to feel you inside me right now!" Her body began to tense as she started cumming. 

"Joni, baby, God you sound so hot when you cum. It's gonna make me cum with you." She listened, stroking her clit, as Sam started breathing harder. "Baby, I am filling you with my juice. Can you feel it?" Sam came hard and hot, juice dripping over his hand while he sat in his truck.

"Wow, that was a first for us. I think I like this phone sex thing," Joni sighed breathlessly, soaking in the feeling of satisfaction.

"Me too, but just wait until I get home. I am really gonna pound it to you then."

Joni thought this might be a good evening to stay in after all. "Ok stud, so how long before you get here? I am ready when you are."

Sam smiled as he walked to the front door. "About 30 seconds. I was in the driveway for most of it."



Home Alone: An Alternate Ending



It was hard for eighteen year old Kevin McAllister. His damned family had left him home alone AGAIN. It seemed like a running gag each time that the family left on vacations that he invariably was going to be lift behind.

He had plenty of money, as he knew how to not only raid his brothers safe, but he also managed to hack into his fathers computer earlier in the week and down load some of the funds that his father had allocated for something else, and slip them into his own savings.

As per usual, the first thing that Kevin had done, had been to call the local pizza shop, and place in an order for a cheese pizza, large, all his own.

He'd gone through his parents private movie stash, finally understanding, now after seven years, as to why Buzz had all of those magazines. "Ah, well." He'd thought to himself, if only he'd known then what he knew now.

He slipped off his sleeping clothes and went through the house for a cup of coffee and a sliver of some Jack Daniels that his father kept "Hidden" in the library of his office.

His cock was almost blissfully slumbering as he started to go back through into the television room. The doorbell rang, and Kevin quickly hurried back to his room to pull on a pair of boxer shorts so that he could greet the pizza delivery fellow. He thought about trying the old movie, bit; however, the last five pizza boys finally had caught on, at least he thought, and in all likelihood they wouldn't put up any longer with his shenanigans.

He slipped his fathers wallet over into the pocket of the shorts and went to open the door.

He opened up the door, expecting fully that it was going to be some pimply-faced seventeen-year-old brat with a geo tracker, and working his way through college.

Instead he was pleasantly surprised to see a blonde bombshell twenty, or so, and one hundred and twenty soaking wet. In other words, all of his fantasies wrapped up in one.

"Hi, you ordered the cheese pizza?"

"Yeah, that'd be me." Kevin smiled a big toothy grin, and went over to get his fathers wallet from the top of the counter where he'd left it. "How much do I owe you?"

"$12.50, plus tax, which comes out to 14 even."

Sounds good. Hey so I know you?" Kevin asked as he fished out the money.

"I go to Dearborn College, I'm a freshman, if that's what you mean."

"You, you look as though you'd be graduated by now."

She looked red faced, "It took me a little longer, if you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry. Is there anything that I can do?"

"Not unless you have a way that I can somehow make more money so that I can manage to take more classes."

"I don't know if that's possible, at least from me or my old man, but I do know of one thing that might make it a little easier for you on this long haul of a night."

""I can think of one or two things." Kevin smiles at her.

"Oh what might you have in mind?"

Kevin leans into her and kisses her full on the lips. 

She looks at him surprised for a few moments, but then responds with her own kisses, her tongue darting into his moth, even before he can open it.

"Whoa." He thinks to himself, "I wonder when the last time was when she got laid."

She carefully places the pie on a part of the counter, and turns back to Kevin. "Lets see what you got packing in those little jeans of yours little man."

Kevin's shocked as the delivery girl goes into his pants, and glides her hand almost instinctively to his crotch.

She carefully strokes him, bringing him to full hardness.

"Oh god, it's been so long since I had good cock inside of me." She presses Kevin's pants down further, and he's surprised to see that the roles have reversed.

He pensively goes for the zipper on her pants, and she presses him away. "Oh for God's sake, haven't you ever been with a girl before, little man. Here, let me do it." She glides her pants down and off and lets Kevin see his first bush. "Lets get this over with shall we?"

Kevin is speechless as the delivery girl presses him back on the floor, so that he's lying on his back. She walks over him, and glides herself over his hardness. "Come on you little whore master, give it to me, give it." She starts to jerk him off, even though he's already inside of her.

Within seconds, Kevin is spurting his seed up into the delivery girl's cunt, and its totally draining him. He's barely aware of her getting up and leaving as he lies on the floor. "Thanks for the business chump. Hope you like your tip."

Its only a little while later, when Kevin gets back up and checks everything, does he wonder how he's going to explain to his parents how he spent $600 on a pizza.