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Paradise

By: Indy



I stood behind Terri with my arms around her waist and my chin rested on her shoulder as we looked out the window at the ocean. The sun slowly crept toward the horizon.

"I'm going to miss this place," she said wistfully.

"We'll be back," I told her.

"I hope so. Leslie, honey, can we watch one last sunset before we have to leave tomorrow?" she asked sweetly.

"Hmmm ... I'd love to," I murmured. I tilted my head to kiss her neck and reluctantly dropped my hands from her waist. "But we better get moving before this overwhelming urge to take you back to bed gets the better of me."

Terri giggled as she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine in a deeply passionate kiss. As she pulled her lips from mine, she whispered huskily, "Hummm ... decisions, decisions...."

We smiled at each other as we separated our bodies to get dressed. I grabbed a blanket as we left our room.

We walked down the beach, hand in hand, as we'd done almost every night since our arrival, toward our favorite spot. A lone palm tree in the middle of the beach was our sunset haven. We spread the blanket on the sand and took our positions. I leaned my back against the tree, and Terri sat between my legs, leaning against me, my arms draped over her shoulders holding my hands.

We sat in silence, watching the waves break on the shore ... completely at ease with each other. We saw a family of dolphins as they played. Jumping out of the water, just to dive back in. They seemed to be putting on a show just for us. The seagulls scurried around on the shore, ran up to the water, only to dart back to the dry sand with every incoming wave.

The sky was a myriad of colors. All the blues, pinks, oranges and reds seemed to put on a display for our enjoyment alone. This was paradise. Our paradise. Everyone else in the world seemed oblivious to the beauty and serenity of it all. It always amazed me that no one else took time out of their busy day to stop and enjoy this. We were all alone.

As the sun touched the water, I dipped my head to place a kiss on the top of Terri's head, my lips lingered for a moment to feel the texture of her hair against them. I closed my eyes and drank in the sweet smell of her.

She turned herself sideways, her profile shadowed by the diminishing light, and looked into my eyes. All the love I had for her was reflected in her eyes, and I kissed her. A deep, lingering kiss, that seemed to last an eternity, but was gone in an instant. Her arm came up to hold my shoulder as mine wrapped around her. We were there in a lover's embrace, our lips melted into one... tasting, feeling, exploring each other's mouths, becoming one once again. I gently bore her to the blanket beneath me, my arms continued to hold her precious body to me. My lips left hers only to travel down her neck, kissing and tasting her smooth skin. My lips moved to her earlobes, sucking and gently nibbling, then back down her neck to her collar. Her hands came up to the back of my head, rubbing my hair and massaging my neck. I felt her begin to move under me... gentle hip gyrations, encouraging me to continue. My hands slid down her back and under her hips pulling her toward me as my own hips moved to match her strokes. My mouth left her shoulder and began to slowly move down her arm to her bent elbow, then back up, across her breastbone, to the other side and down to her other elbow. I moved my head to graze across her breasts very lightly with my lips. Her nipples were erect, stretching the fabric of her shirt. I brought my hands up and began loosening the buttons, opening it just enough to allow my head to enter and begin an exploration of the treasure that awaited my eager mouth. I traced tiny circles around each nipple, making wider and wider circles, only to move back up to the crest. As I reached the tip, my mouth opened wider and using only my lips, slid my mouth over her entire breast, dipping my head to reach the base, then lifted it as my lips lightly touched her skin. She arched her back as my lips withdrew, not wanting me to stop. My lips closed around her nipple as my teeth gently nibbled, and my tongue began licking the raised peaks. I knew this drove her wild, and knew she was very wet. I brought my hand up to caress this side as I lifted my mouth to focus on the other breast. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I repeated my actions on the other breast with my mouth. Her hips were grinding into mine as her passion mounted. I slid my other hand around her hip and up her side to briefly hold the breast I had in my mouth, then let it trail over her silky smooth skin under her shirt and down to the top of her shorts. I ran my fingers around her waistband and dipped inside of her shorts. I felt the smoothness of her firm stomach as my hand caressed it and slid further down to the dark triangle I knew awaited. My fingers trailed over her bush as my fingernails gently scratched the skin underneath. She thrust her hips upward, causing my hand to slide between the downy softness of her lips where a river of wetness greeted my fingers. My mouth hungrily sucked and licked her breast as my fingers became saturated with her wetness.

I pulled my head from her chest to glance around to be certain we were alone on this stretch of beach. The sun had dipped far below its watery haven and the sky was ash black, illuminated by a radiant half moon and sprinkling of stars. We were protected from the casual view by our palm tree, our silhouettes not even casting a shadow.

I returned my attention to the beauty before me. Her body still pressed against mine. I withdrew my hand from its wet perch, and finished unbuttoning her shirt. I spread the garment wide to allow the ocean breeze to flutter over her naked chest, then bent down to sample the delicious morsels again. She brought her hands up again and stroked my hair. I sucked her breast into my mouth, tonguing and sucking until she writhed in ecstasy.

"Oh God! I love it when you do that!" she exclaimed.

I pulled my mouth from this side only to devour it's awaiting sister. My hand replaced my mouth on the previous breast and rolled the hardened nipple between my fingers, then ever-so-lightly let the nipple tickle the palm of my hand. I slid my hands down her sides to the top of her shorts and slid the elastic down her hips. I moved my body to assist in their removal. She spread her thighs wide as an invitation for me to be there, so I gladly slid my body back on top of hers between her legs.

"This has got to go," she said as she tugged at my T-shirt.

I smiled as I quickly doffed the garment and slid out of my shorts.

The feel of the ocean breeze on my body was overwhelming. A total consummation of passion overtook me as I lay my body down on hers. Hungrily, I sucked her breast into my mouth, my hands massaged and kneaded the other side, rolled her nipple between my fingers, then lightly pinched it only to massage it again. I slid my mouth into the valley between her breasts....kissing and sucking as I slid down her stomach. My free hand found her wetness again and began gently exploring the folds and the softness of her womanhood. Before my mouth found the softness of her triangle, my fingers found the entrance to her utopia. As usual, the feel of her sent sparks through my body. I paused to take a deep breath before I gently slid my fingers inside. I closed my eyes, and visualized being inside her, loving the feel of her wetness.

She slid her hands to the back of my head, and rubbed my hair. My cheek rested on her bush while my fingers gently probed and felt her inside. She was moving her hips with the rhythm of my digits. Instinctively, I knew when to increase my movements, and buried my fingers deep inside her. My mouth moved down to her crease and found her hardened clitoris aching to be sucked. She grabbed my head and pulled me to her, pushing her hips up to meet my face. I flicked her clit and licked it with my tongue and slowed my movements inside her... I knew if I didn't, she would cum, and I wasn't ready for her to.... not yet. My fingers slowed, and almost stopped as my tongue eagerly lapped up her juices, then began teasing her clit with feather-soft movements, my tongue lightly caressed up and down... inside her lips, and dipped down to her opening. My tongue licked her inside, around my fingers.

She wiggled under my tender assault. The need for release came upon me and I knew I was going to cum. She knew it too.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, Baby.." it wasn't a question, but a statement. One she knew was true. "Cum for me, Baby... ... oh yeah!"

I brought my tongue up to lick and suck on her clit and mumbled into her skin, "Uh-huh.. uh-huh ...UH-HUH!" It ended as a shriek as I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked and sucked and thrust my fingers deep inside her. My sucking and probing made her hold my head tighter to her, and she arched her back.

"Oh, God, I love it when you cum while eating me!" She started bucking her hips and pushing me further into her... I knew she was going to join my orgasm. Her pussy became wetter and wetter... and with every stroke inside her, her juices splattered over my chest. "Baby, I'm gonna cum," she said matter-of-factly... then more insistently, "I'm going to cum... Baby...I'M GONNA... OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!!!!" She pushed herself off the blanket while crushing my face into her. My mouth sucked as my tongue licked her clitoris, driving her wild with her orgasm. My own reaching its peak.

As I started to come down, my fingers picked up speed and continued diving inside her. I lifted my face and murmured, "Cum for me baby.. ooohhh yeah! Cum for me... gimme all you have... oh yeah... oh yeah... Baby, I feel it!" Her pussy was quivering and pulsing on my fingers. It was all I could do to keep her hips under control so as not to lose my pace and keep her cumming.

When her hips stopped their straining, I could still feel her pulsing on my fingers, and I slowed and stopped my thrusts. I dipped my head to kiss her clit. As my lips touched the sensitive organ, she jerked and grabbed my hair in both her hands and pulled. "You're evil," she said with a laugh.

I laughed with her and slid up her abdomen to kiss her lips. She threw her arms around me, and held me tight.

We held each other, there on the beach, listening to the waves crash on the shore. There was nothing or no one else on Earth, but my Terri and I ... and the ocean, and the beach.

Paradise



This story, told by Elaine, a 35 year old single woman, who had to come to grips with her sister dying, and her own sexual frustrations, while trying not to show either. Although attractive, her melancholy brought self-loathing and resentment.

Tommy was 18, when he graduated High School. My older sister had died young, and he lived with my parents.

I had won a raffle at a charity event of a week's use of a Timeshare in St Maarten, and had no one to go with, having just ended a long relationship. At 35, I wasn't going alone, so I offered it to Tommy as a graduation gift, to use with a girl or male friend. I know it was like re-gifting but I hated to see it go to waste. And I had gotten him other gifts, too.

At dinner with Mom and Dad, I had given him the envelope, which included air fare. When he read it, his eyes widened.

"Aunt E!" waving the papers, "I always wanted to go there! This is great! And it's next week!"

I was pleased to see him psyched. "I know, not much time to pick some lucky girl to take. Or you can take Brian."

He looked confused. "You're not coming with me?"

Actually, the thought had crossed my mind. I could stand getting away, but an 18 year old doesn't need a 35 year old aunt cramping his style.

My parents were watching the exchange as I said, "Oh, no, T, take someone your own age. It's your graduation present, enjoy it."

I drove us all to their house and Mom and Dad got out. Tom said, "I'll be right in." After they left, I said, "What's up?"

"Well, I haven't told anybody, but I think I may join the service."

"Really? What brought that on?"

"Since Mom died, I have no focus. I think that may help me. I have no plans for the future."

"What did Beth say?"

"We broke up last week. I didn't want to say it in front of Nana and Gramps. They think I'm going into a shell."

I raised an eyebrow. "And are you?"

He smiled that old smile. "No, just taking things more seriously. I'm telling you this because I want you to come to St. Maarten."

"But, Tommy, you would have more fun with someone your age."

"There's no one on the planet who knows me like you do. Things have been rough all over lately. I know about you and Keith breaking up."

I was embarrassed. "People change."

"You don't, and you've been here for me every day of my life, thank you." He reached over and gave me a huge hug, holding me so tight, I could barely breathe. (He's over six feet and 200 lbs, while I'm 5'6 and 130.) Then I heard him sniffle. The poor kid had been through so much!

"Okay... but don't call me 'Aunt E' it's just E or Elaine, I don't want people thinking I'm baby sitting again!"

He released me, clearly happy with my choice. "They'll probably think we are dating anyway! I can't wait!"

A week later, we touched down, located our bags and got the rental car. Funny, they drive on the right side, just like Americans, so it wasn't too bad, except smaller roads and cars. We found our hotel easily, and checked in. That's where we had a problem.

Although the document clearly showed a two-bedroom suite, there had been a flood in the above unit, and our ceiling had collapsed. The only available unit was one-bedroom, with a pull-out couch. We argued, and they apologized, but it was out of their control. They wound up throwing in dinner for two at the hotel restaurant, so we accepted and moved in.

Tommy insisted on taking the couch. We dropped our bags and went down to the bar. They don't proof in St Maarten, so Tommy had a few beers with appetizers at the bar, while I had Martinis.

There were many couples there, assorted ages and mixes of age. Older men, with younger women, clearly older women with guys Tommy's age, so we barely drew a notice.

The warm night air and the cocktails were zeroing in on me, and I said I'd call it a night if he wanted to keep going. The long trip and drinks had taken their toll on him, too, and we propped each other up in the elevator up to the room.

Once inside, the blast of warm air almost knocked us over. The A/C in the bedroom was fine, but the living room was unbearable. We called the front desk but they couldn't have someone there until the morning.

"Look, Tom, we'll just share the bedroom."

"I guess so, I'll take the floor."

"Don't be silly. Unless you started sleeping in the nude, we'll just sleep back to back."

He looked, warily. "I can bring the mattress in from the couch."

"Tommy! Stop! I'm going to change. I advise you do the same!" I went into the bathroom. This was gonna be tricky. The only nighties I brought were sheer, not to be sexy, but to be cool. I washed up and looked at myself, and thought, He'd just be frightened off by an old bag like me anyway, right? 

I opened the door and the lights were out. Through the balcony glass, enough moon light shone that I could see him in bed. I crept around, wondering if he had passed out already. His voice made me jump when he said, "Goodnight."

I reached over and patted his hand, and said, "I'm sure tomorrow will be better,", not realizing where his hand was. The way he tensed up, I concluded he was touching his privates.

"Oh! I'm sorry, honey! I wasn't thinking!"

He sat upright. "I'll sleep in the chair!"

"No, no! I promise, no more touching, really!"

I rolled on my side, but sleep wouldn't come. I could feel my heart pounding, and I listened for the heavy sound of his sleep, but it never came.

I knew I was aroused now, not for my nephew so much as a man in bed with me. My hand slid under my nightie and felt my wetness. I couldn't help but bring my hand to my nostrils and inhale. 

It had to be 20 minutes later, and still sleep wouldn't come. I was thinking of Tommy now, wondering if he thought of me. Oh, that's silly! Right? Besides, it's just tonight anyway.

I felt him roll and now he was facing my back. My pussy ached knowing his manlihood was so close to me. I wondered about his experience, his size, how much testosterone was built up behind me, inches away.

My mind raced. I was thinking inappropriately about my nephew, who I practically raised! I had to get up!

I slid open the balcony glass and felt the air, warm and thick, sliding it quietly behind me, staring out at the sailboats and yachts. It was so peaceful this late, and I felt the warm air rise under my nightie. I spread my feet apart and let the breeze dry my wetness, and hopefully ease my mind from the thoughts.

I heard the whoosh of the door sliding, and Tom came out, concerned. "Are you okay?"

It was brighter out here. I gave him my best smile. "Yes, Honey, just thinking."

He came up beside me and put a fatherly arm around me. "About Keith, I guess."

Just in a non-sexual reaction to my nephew, I slid my arm around his waist. "Not even close! Just enjoying the view, it's not that bad out here with the breeze."

He smiled, sniffed the air. "It's beautiful, thanks for coming, E. We'll have fun, you'll see."

I squeezed him tighter. "It's been an adventure already, huh?"

He turned me to face him. This was so awkward, we were so close, I had to look up at him. This caused my pelvis to arch, coming into contact with his hips.

His big sad eyes peered down. "My favorite times have always been just you and me. Ballgames, movies, museums, even! Thanks for always being there." Then he bent and totally engulfed me in those big powerful arms, his face warm on my neck, and after a moment, I felt him softly kiss the soft flesh below my ear.

I was suddenly aware that his hips had taken on an added feature, and it was moving.

"You're welcome, Honey, but we should go back to bed now."

I heard him grunt, and he pressed harder into me, and he was definitely growing!

"Tommy! Okay! That's enough!" and I pushed him away.

He stumbled back, seemingly in shock. "Oh God! Oh, Jeez, I don't know what happened! Oh, Elaine, I really am sorry! I just... You've always been that girl for me, the one I had dreams about, and I just got caught up, god, I'm sorry!"

Dreams, I thought? Kids like older women these days, but not me! I'm not the flashy type. But he said it.

Catching my breath, I said, "Forget it, T. It was my fault, making you share my bed, and then being out here like this. Make like it never happened and get on with vacation."

"I can't," he replied.

"Huh?"

"I love you, I've always loved you. Beth and I broke up because I couldn't perform with her. Because of you."

Standing three feet away from me, in Paradise, stood the only man who ever said he loved me. In the moonlight, I could see the proof of his arousal, with his boxers aimed right at me. I was wet again, with evil thoughts.

"I'm sure you will be fine, honey. Just a phase you're going through." I held my hand out and he took it. "You're still grieving about Mom."

His hand squeezed mine. He moved forward, entranced, looking deeply at me as he said, "Just feel it." And my hand was held to his cock.

"No, baby, no, don't do this." I tried to yank my hand away, but he was close again, and his other arm held my waist.

"Please... just for a minute."

He had my wrist now, turned it to force himself into my palm. I didn't want to touch it, but didn't want my wrist broken. Slowly as he held it, moving it up and down his shaft, I felt my fingers tighten, and saw his eyes roll back in his head.

"Baby," I whispered, "Please don't." My hand felt him throb, and I knew I was gooey by then. He grunted in the night air, and moved his hips and my hand.

I looked up at him, and he bent to kiss me, his tongue shooting straight passed my lips, searching my mouth.

The juices began to run down my inner thighs, and my head was swirling, and he no longer held my hand. I was doing it on my own, feeling him prepare to lose it all. I worked faster, knowing there was no stopping now. "Cum, baby, Cum!"

I barely got that out, when he let loose with an "arghhh!" sounding like a pirate. The head had slipped out and he shot load after load right onto my nightie! I had forgotten how much sperm a young man produced. I wiped it around, mesmerized, blending it in. 

I still held it as he began breathing, almost gasping. "Oh, Elaine," and he kissed me again. I don't know why but I didn't release him, just returned his kiss as he held me close, his semi-hard cock pressed between us. His hands clutched my rear, and this caused more juices to run down,and I moaned in frustration. So young and firm, but my sister's son!

I felt cooler air in my pussy, and knew he must be raising the nightie, letting fresh air in. I knew it was wrong, but didn't have the strength or desire to stop him. now, his fingers were kneading my cheeks, pulling them up and apart, and I realized he had grown in my hand, now almost fully! He was erect again, that quickly! Oh, Youth!

I began tugging at it, but he whispered, "Not yet." He raised the nightie over my head, and I stood before him, his eyes taking me in. I must say though a little over-weight, my breasts remain firm and men have always complimented my pointy pink nipples. Tommy's mouth went right for one, and I groaned on contact.

I had to slide a hand down to feel myself, and my fingers sloshed within me! I can't remember ever being so primed and lubricated. What now? What now??

Tommy seemed to sense my need. There was a small table and lounge chair on the balcony. He guided me over there, pushing me back on the lounger.

I watched as he climbed between my legs. I spread wide to provide best access, and he wasted n o time, holding his cock, stabbing in the moonlight. I gripped it, now sure it was his first time, and brought him to me, moistened the big head by running him up my slit.

He groaned so loudly as he entered, and I lost myself in it, too, letting out a sharp, "Yes!"

He kissed me again, then began moving. It felt wonderful, his piston plunging deeply, then backing out. Since he had shot so recently, he was able to make this last, going in quick bursts, bringing me to the edge, then backing off. If it was intentional, he had great form.

He finally thrust twenty flashes at me, and I felt my body shake, my first orgasm in ten years! I clung to him, holding him, then relaxed again.

I whispered, "Let me roll over, baby." He did and I knelt on the lounger. He must have seen all the porn movies, because he approached as soon as he saw the target. With my bare ass high in the air, he found my gash easily, and I knew I could be tighter on him this way, and I could feel him deeper.

He seemed to like this, more friction, with his long cock and my legs almost together. He was thrusting and grunting with each push, and I pressed back each time, feeling myself building again.

The pounding got faster and I buried my head in the pillow to muffle my shouts of encouragement, and just as I was ready, Tommy roared, "I'm Cummingggg!" One last push and he held it deep and released.

My body let loose at the same instant, and I fell limp across the lounge as he rose triumphant over me, sending his sperm rushing through me.

As I caught my breath, I heard a sound, like a clap, then another. Cheers and laughter!.

Tommy stood, and looked to the right. Another wing of the hotel, another balcony, just up from us. A couple, younger than me, naked also. 

"Great show, Man! You really went at it!" the male said, while the girl whistled, pumping her fist.

I was shocked, but amused. They weren't derisive. It was like doing a live porn show. I looked back at Tommy who was standing now. He seemed shocked, too. I stood next to him, facing them, and waved, did a little bow.

The couple roared with pleasure. Even Tommy smiled. And he waved to them, too.

The girl yelled down, "Encore!"

I yelled, "We'll be here all week!"



Paradise



This is the story of a beautiful 22 year old brown skinned beach-road Thai hooker who seduced me with her attitude and lifestyle. While I was her boyfriend, she endlessly fucked other guys . She turned me into her ass-licking, pussy worshiping, pervert chastity slaveboy and I loved every minute of it. 

I met her 3 years ago when she was tricking on the beach. She was shy and demure and only charged $25 for a fucking, a blow job and a long session of pussy licking. 

I watched her closely over the next few days as she continued to work. One day I passed her on my motorbike, taking a trick to the short time hotel, she was beautiful. Driven and focused like a laser on getting her trick off in order to get his cash for her children. A mom's love was all I could see. I instantly admired and fell hard for the woman who would do that for her kids. 

I finally took her again for a fuck and the sex was fantastic. She was perfect in every way. 

A couple of days later she tried to ply the no money story on me. And I more or less dropped her phone number and didn't contact her after that as I wasn't keen to be distributing large amounts of free money to a hustling whore. 

But, I couldn't get her perfect body and attitude out of my mind. 

Months later she is back on the beach, which I check every day. I took her for an overnight and this was her first overnight with a foreigner.

So I was on my best behavior and ate her already well-fucked pussy out for about 3 hours with a few fucks in between. To top it off I licked deep into her asshole and she loved it. I cuddled her and kissed her whole body over and over not like a hooker but totally like my best girlfriend. 

I took her from the beach again a couple days later, shaking with butterflies in my stomach because I couldn't stop thinking about her. As soon as we were in the door I dropped to my knees and started passionately kissing her perfect feet in her cute little purple plastic flip flops. 

She kind of caught on this time to my submissive game, and after I ate her pussy, she turned over, showing off her gorgeous brown perfectly rounded ass, and cooed 'massage' without even looking back to acknowledge me. 

Instantly I was hard and erect. I complied and gave her an incredible intense hour long full body massage. It took all my concentration not to blow a load across her back. I rubbed lotion all over her. I licked her pussy again and finished off by deep tonguing her asshole for about 45 minutes. AND I paid her for her trouble. 

The next session was only talk and pussy worship. She said she hated boys and never had any orgasms with any of her customers. I vowed then and there to be the first one to give it to her, so I initiated a long pussy licking session of several hours, focused exclusively on her clitoris and pussy. She sighed and purred but I wasn't sure she came.

Later, when she was dressed again and I was still naked, I knelt and kissed her feet again and I told her about my discovery of cock locks at the local BDSM shop and admitted how I wanted to wear one for her - and give her the keys. I showed her some pictures on the internet. She commented about how much bigger the dicks in the photos were than me. 

In Pattaya it is super easy to get cheap sex and girls are constantly competing and jealous of each other with guys butterflying around from girl to girl. If I went into chastity for her exclusively, then this was a good way to let her know I was serious about her. 

She eyed me like a cat toying with a mouse. 

Finally I was admitted my love for her and begged her to let me wear a cock lock for her. 

Finally, she agreed. She openly teased me that I should wank as much as I could now because she was going to stop it cold as soon as I put on the cock lock. She told me I was going to die, metaphorically of course.

That night I ate her intensely. I thought she had orgasmed, but I wasn't sure...as I pulled away she said "I not finished yet" and then she proceeded to ride my face like a saddled stallion - into oblivion. I can remember I almost passed out from the effort, but I was overjoyed and divine because she was cumming by the use of my face and she wasn't faking it. I was worried that all my dental work would be undone by her strong hip thrusts but it held up and I couldn't have been happier with her real orgasms. 

The next morning I took her over to the hotel where she said she was sharing a room with her girlfriend, but the hotel was way too upscale for rural Thai girls, and it wasn't until later that I suspected that she was staying overnight with another guy in a jacuzzi room and taking her girlfriend along with her for a threesome.

~ 

A couple days after we went out to the disco with her other beach road whore friend. This was a notorious place where hookers hung out, so it wasn't long after I went to the bathroom that she had a drink bought for her and was being hit on by some guy. 

She chatted with him for a few minutes and then, smiling, she pulled open the elastic waistband of his shorts and underwear and looked directly down at the guy's dick. She reached her hand into his pants and was feeling his package while her friend peeped over to have a good look at the guy's cock. While my girlfriend was slowly caressing the dick, one of the waitresses came over and leaned over to look into his shorts too. 

After a few moments the my girlfriend put the waist band back and looked down at a huge tent in the guy's shorts. Her whore friend was running her hand over it and smiling wickedly. 

After whispering in his ear, my girlfriend and the guy excused themselves and disappeared into the men's bathroom. Later she told me that he took her in a stall and fucked her so hard she was squealing and gasping for breath. When we finally got back to the room, she stripped and opened her legs to show me her swollen, well-fucked, shaved pussy; beaten and pounded. She told it was still sore and asked me to kiss on it. I kissed it all the rest of the night, very tenderly, and I was in heaven.

Another time when we went out to the Kitten club. This place has a jacuzzi where some girls take a bath naked in the bar while people drink. There is also a pool table in the room and one guy there asked hot looking sexy girlfriend if she wanted to play pool. 

She agreed, and beat him solidly for a few games. I wished she would stop but now she started bragging to everybody about how good she was at pool. 

So he asked her to play strip pool, and she agreed. He then went on to beat her 3 more times in a row until she lost her shirt, skirt and thong panties. She was stripped totally naked, except for her white Havanias flip-flops. 

Now she was buff and naked in the bar - looking super hot - but she played it off like it was nothing because she is so comfortable with and proud of her nude body. I loved hearing the loud slap of her flip flops as she pranced and preened around the pool table. 

The guy lit a cigarette for her and then challenged one more game with the prize as a discount on a fuck in his room if he won or 5000 free baht and all his clothes for her if she won. 

She agreed of course and looked totally athletic and erotic bending her bare ass over the table, shaking her hips and walking around nude while several customers in the bar couldn't help watching her. 

She lost the game -on purpose I think - and one of the waitresses loaned her a towel to wear as she accompanied the son of a bitch upstairs to his room for a fuck. 

~

She has developed a regular stable of about 20 customers. She likes it because she knows they are all safe and she doesn't have to worry about anything dangerous or crazy. She'll even bareback some of her them occasionally when they offer a generous tip, which makes me insanely worried and jealous. 

One guy in her rolodex just likes for her to come over to his apartment, strip and walk around naked. He has some psychological erection problem and doesn't fuck her but likes to see her nude. Sometimes he'll have her do naked aerobics and she gets all sweaty in front of his balcony window then he watches her shower. She loves this because it is easy and he never has the balls to actually fuck her. 

Once one of the guys who was staying in my apartment complex chatted her up while she was going to buy a coke. She liked the guy and let him take her to his room. She ended up staying for a long-time overnight with him. 

Late that evening she came and knocked on my window. She hadn't taken the time to dress and was buff naked. She just casually asked me if I had some condoms. I gave her some Trojan large size. She pecked my cheek and scampered off. I went to shut the door just in time to watch her naked ass slip into his room and shut the door. 

Another time when we were walking hand in hand on the beach, she saw one of her regular customers. She went over to talk to him and after about 15 seconds of chat, they walked off together with his arm around her shoulder and her hand squeezing his ass. I was pissed off and quite jealous. 

Later that day when she walked back in the room, I was pouting on the bed. She knew I was a perv for always looking at her feet and her cute pink flip flops. They didn't hide anything and showed off all of her awesome pedicured feet, and also made a racket flapping on her heels which just drew more attention to her and fed her ego that she could own a guy with her cute feet. A couple of times I saw her sitting on a bench on the beach swinging her flip-flops and guys would stop dead in their tracks when they saw her cute feet. 

She saw me sulking and pouting and she walked over and gently rubbed and lightly slapped my face, not enough to hurt but enough to embarrass me that she could do it. Tears started to fall down my face, mostly out of shame and embarrassment. She sat down on a chair and put her little pink flip-flop feet up on the bed. She just pointed pointed to her flip flops and I crawled across the bed and started kissing her feet. 

Now it was quite clear to both of us that I was a wimp and would put up with almost anything from her. No jealousy or possessiveness would be tolerated while she was whoring. 

After a few minutes of my foot kissing supplication, she dropped her pants, bent forward and spread her butt cheeks directly in my face. She tightened and relaxed her asshole muscles and it looked like she was puckering her ass for a kiss. 

I gently dipped my tongue into her ass and french-kissed it deeply. I licked her passionately while she did a little dance of grinding her butt on my mouth and twisting it all across my face. 

How ironic. Here she was brazenly fucking other guys at a moment's notice and rubbing it in my face - or actually in my mouth. 

Once we took a weekend to Koh Samet island to to get away from all of the fucking in Pattaya. This was supposed to be our time off together, but she saw a good looking guy wolf whistling her her on the way to our hotel room. She left me in the room and went off to get a short time fuck from him. Later that night we went drinking and dancing and she picked up a different foreign guy and went back to his room and fucked him. I was left alone in our bungalow wanking and thinking about what she was doing. 

Another guy she couldn't stop talking about 

She said he preferred to just use her throat. Or fuck her throat. In about 4 days he trained her to loose her gag reflex completely so he could just fuck-pump her throat and cum directly into her stomach. He liked this and payed well for the privilege. 

She told me she was so grateful to him for teaching her how to deep throat. She had learned how to turn her mouth into an deep, unrestricted vacuum when she was sucking cock. She demonstrated on my penis. She got it hard and swallowed it whole and started to suck. The feeling was so amazing I lasted less than a minute before blasting a load which she refused to swallow and spit out. 

Now she brags to her friends that she can get a guy off in her mouth and make him cum in seconds - which means shorter tricks for her, happy customers, faster turnover and more money. We went out to a bar on walking street and she was able to test out on a couple of her guy friends who agreed to pay 500 baht for a blowjob in the bathroom. Most didn't last more than 4 or 5 minutes. 

After she realized what an excellent cock sucker she had turned into, she went back to him and tried to seduce him. She stuck her tongue down his throat, and her hands down his pants. She told me she stripped off her clothes in his room, got on her knees and begged him to fuck her pussy - for free. She begged and begged and he finally agreed. 

She was so happy that she let him come bareback several times in her pussy. She admitted she had feelings for him and probably would have left me if he had wanted her. I think he appealed to her Asian sense of hierarchy and he totally dominated her sexually and demanded total submission which she seemed to really get off on. 

But he had a girlfriend and wasn't interested. He left the country after she gave him what must have been several more incredible bareback gratis fucks. 

She told me this a couple of days later while she was lounging naked on the bed, wearing only a pair of platform flip flops, with her legs spread wide and her shaved pussy on total display, with two fingers running across her clitoris. After she admitted this, she made me eat her. When I was finished she made me say "Thank you," and kiss her feet. 

~

She also got involved with some guys making porn later too. She showed me the movie they made where they stripped her down and put her in handcuffs and one guy put a collar on her and fucked her hard. filmed it all. One guy pulled her around like a dog, making her crawl around naked on a leash. Then he bent her over and fucked her hard while he was yanking on the leash. It must have been painful but she obviously enjoyed it. 

In another scene he put his dick in her mouth, and he would pull on the leash and fuck her mouth like a pussy. You could really see the results of her deep-throat practice in that film since you could clearly see throat fucked on a long meaty dick.

The action really got her wet and there was even a closeup of her pussy glistening and gushing hard while she was giving head. 

Finally he fucked her and I watched as she laid back and a big load of cum started dripping out of her pussy and down across her ass. 

Once when we were out at Koh Chang, we stayed at a hotel with a globe and she was fascinated to look at all the countries of guys she had fucked. She listed off almost every country in Europe, America, Russia, India, Canada, Japan, China...the list went on and on. I got red faced, stiff dicked and a little embarrassed. She took me back to the room and told me to strip naked and masturbate while she watched closely. She was fascinated to see how horny the list of all her fuck partners could make me. After this she teased me to no how much I liked her fucking other guys. When we went out, she would rub my ass and brazenly scope out men and ask me if she should fuck this hot guy or that one. Some times she actually ran would actually run off with the guy and did it. 

Finally, I got the cock lock and wore it for her. I gave her he the key and she inspected my nude body. She turned me around and slapped my naked ass. 

Just then her phone rang and she said some words in English and then grabbed my dick and said she had to go "to work" which meant she was going to get fucked. "Your dick is cute," she said and was out the door. 

I stood burning with jealousy but also great lust and horniness. This would be my test and I was determined not to blow it. Not that I could blow anything.

By that night I was wild. I attacked her pussy as soon as I saw her, even though I knew she had been fucking another guy just a few minutes before. I licked with all my might. I plunged my tongue deep into her asshole and cleaned it up thoroughly. 

She was pleased and opened my lock and touched my cock gently. I came instantly in giant gobs and collapsed.

Whoa. She brushed my cock again with her foot and pinched the tip between her toes and then she locked me back up immediately and she looked pleased with the cock lock. I kissed her full on the mouth passionately and held her like my true lover. 

Now as part of our regular schedule, I go to work all day, while she goes and stands on the beach and waits to pick up tricks. She will pick them up, take them to the short time hotel and suck, fuck, or give them a handjob (or sometimes footjob). I get all the updates on size and technique while I am eating her pussy later that night. Sometimes she gets nailed hard with a super fuck and at these times wants to be spoiled with tender loving care. I love to hear the details and lick up the aftermath of her good hard fuckings. 

She is often too tired and well used for even oral sex, but she always insists on getting a full body massage with lotion and having her pussy licked deeply and firmly and finished off with a solid rim job on her asshole. She says a good ass-licking and massage really helps her to relax and fall asleep after a hard day of having her pussy fucked. I can't count the number of times she has fallen asleep and started snoring while I am still massaging her or licking deep into her asshole. 

We don't fuck so much anymore, but I still lick her every day. I have developed strong muscles in my tongue from eating her pussy and deep-tonguing her ass. 

I give her all my salary and she pays for the room and feeds me and adds the rest to her stash. She can make about $1000 - $1500 per day which is 3 month's salary back in her village. Her kids now go to the best private schools upcountry. They have a new house and car and their mom is still fucking regularly in Pattaya. 

I received a call to meet at the house of pain tattoo parlour. I entered to find her seated on a dias, lounging completely and beautifully naked with legs spread, her uninhibited, shaved pussy on full display to the several men present who were drinking alcohol and enjoying the view. She was receiving the finishing touches on an intricate butterfly tattoo just above her pussy. 

She was relaxed, smoking a cigarette and chatting on her cell phone to one of her clients. She motioned me over and pointed to her white pumps, which was my que to kneel and kiss her foot. Which I did, while the tattooist continued his work. 

After a few minutes, the tattooist looked like he had finished his work and stood up, quickly freeing his hard and bare penis and placing it directly into her pussy. He started to rock back and forth. She was still chatting on the phone and never missed a beat. Suddenly his ass muscles tensed and he grunted. He removed himself and a trickle of white cum ran out of her cunt. 

I was thunderstruck but played it cool. She hung up the phone, took a drag on her cigarette and smiled at me. "Kiss kiss" she said as she pointed to her pussy. I bent and gave her a chaste kiss and a quick, light lick across her clitoris as the men in the parlour chuckled quietly.

She stood up and spun around so as to display her perfect naked ass and the brand new dragon tattoo splayed across her back and shoulders. "Wow" is all I could say as white cum continued to drip from her pussy. 

I wouldn't trade this life for anything.

...to be continued... 



Paradise



It had been such a stroke of luck, finding this place. Lara and Susan had been sailing the tropics off the coast of Thailand when they found it. A secluded cove, hidden from sight by rain forested cliffs with a diamond white sandy beach.

Susan had moored their yacht and they'd gone exploring. A small inlet led them to a secluded pool with plenty of sunshine, rocks to sunbathe on and warm water for swimming. No-one lived within a hundred miles of the atoll, just one of hundreds in these exotic waters so the women stripped naked and sunned themselves by the pool. Lara's tall, athletic, Caucasian body laid out next to Susans supple, Hispanic curves. Every now and again they would sneak glances back and forth. Lara loved the lustre the sun gave to Susan's wavey black hair, light in darkness and the rich golden glow it gave to her dark skin.

Susan in turn loved the thin trails of sweat that rolled down Lara's modest breasts, the sun making her pale skin shine like alabaster in the deep green of the forest around them. She stood and moved toward her friend, her lover and sat on the edge of the water, trailing her hand through the warm, tropical waters.

Lara was startled by a sudden splash of water over her warm skin and sat up to see Susan grinning impishly at her.

"Time for a swim." came the rich tones of Susan before she lowered herself into the pool. Lara smiled and stood for a moment on the rocks, the sun bathing her brunette hair and pale body before she dove into the crystal clear pool.

The pair frolicked and swam in their secret hideaway until, before long they came together, struggling, grappling, splashing and giggling.

Their giggles subsided and Lara gently brushed a lock of stray hair from Susan's face and then, gently she worked her fingers into Susan's hair. She slipped her free hand around the darker woman's waist pulling them together, her lips seeking out her lovers tender touch.

Susan's hands settled on Lara's stomach then caressed her warm flesh, moving around to her back and down, down to her firm ass and grasped her there, nails raking fine pink lines.

Lara gasped into Susan's mouth and she ground her waist forward, her mound rubbing against Susan's. They stayed locked together, sun glistening on beads of sweat and water from the crystal pool, inhaling each other for what seemed like hours. The warmth of the tropic sun a cold wind beside the heat of their combined need for each other.

Lara's fingers found Susan's begging slit and teased her lips apart, she ran a finger along the length of that inviting sex and Susan squirmed on the slender digit. Lara turned her hand so her fingers caressed the lips and the pulsing clit of her lover. Susan shuddered and raised her face to the sun while Lara hungrily kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, tasting the water and perspiration that adorned her skin. A greedy smile split Lara's mouth as she traced her lips over Susan's skin and slipped a finger into her sex. Susan cried out in pleasure and ground hard against Lara's hand, her passion building. In response Susan pushed her thigh between Lara's legs, Lara took the que and ground her hungry snatch against Susan's golden skin. The action pressed on Lara's hand and she delved deeper into her lovers sex, her thumb on Susan's clit, one finger in her vagina and another rubbing the darker woman's asshole for a moment before it slipped in pushing Susan toward her climax. The feel of another woman's hot depths clenching around her fingers enticed Lara, teased her own needful clit and she mewled her need into Susan's warm lips as they kissed deeply, forcefully, bruisingly.

When Susan felt a movement against her calf she was so caught up in the passion of Lara's embrace that, if she thought of it at all, she thought it was her lovers leg rubbing her own. Lara likewise discounted the gentle tickling on her inner thigh as her lovers touch. Neither woman truly recognised the rubbery appendages encircling their lower bodies until one of the cold tentacles brushed against Lara's hand, still buried in Susan's begging quim.

Lara gasped in shock and tried to recoil but the supple limbs held her fast, held her tight to Susan. The most she could do was regain her hand from the dark woman's crotch and, immediately her fingers were replaced by seeking tentacles. The slender tips found Susan's warm, wanting holes and dived in. Lara sought out Susan's face but all, she could see was breathless ecstasy as Susan's hands grabbed her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh, fingers brushing over her pink nipples then tweaking and teasing them. Susan was being penetrated hard by four thick tentacles, teo in her pussy and two in her ass, they pistoned in and out of her rendering her insensible to all but the pleasure erupting between her legs. Lara was about to scream when one of the tentacles found her own vagina, slipping between her engorged labia and slipping deep inside her. Her scream came out a choked gasp of passion and she flailed with her hands until they caught Susan's shoulders, gripping her tight. Another tentacle snaked around the first writhing into Lara so the two corkscrewed into her tight slit, stretching her to the point where her breathing came out in ragged gasps. 

Another snaking tendril encircled her upper thigh and the suckers pummelled and kneaded her soft skin, driving her to new heights even as the soft tip at first teased, then entered her ass.

The tentacles penetrated both women, swelling against the gripping flesh of their openings, filling them completely. Susan and Lara held squirmed against each other bound in slithering tentacles, lost in a sea of unbidden need. They kissed even as they screamed their lust and fear into each others mouths. The rubbery flesh of the invading limbs pulsed in them, pumping, driving them hard toward their orgasms. More tentacles climbed their bodies, teasing their nipples, stroking their faces and arms, clamping to their exposed flanks, pushing them together as their bodies ground with the rhythm of lust and leaving wet trails of their own over the lovers hot skin.

Susan came first, shuddering and crying out with her release and Lara followed, her nails cutting Susan's shoulders with every wave of the orgasm that tore through her.

They held each other, standing in the frothing waters, trembling together as the tendrils of their molester slowly withdrew into the depths.

They hauled themselves to the shore, shaking and panting, chests heaving with the effort and laid themselves out on the rocks drenched in water and perspiration.

When her senses had returned Lara turned to Susan, "What was that?" she gasped.

"I don't know," Susan breathed heavily, "But I'm thinking 'same time tomorrow?" she grinned an passed into sleep.



Paradise



Quickly I gather my bikini bottoms from the floor, rescued at the last moment from the tide that swept away the remains of our bonfire. I step outside, feeling the brief scrap of fabric attempt to appease my modesty. The bra will have to be forgone, a victim of last night's dessert...but I'll adjust, and easily.

Grabbing a tube of sunblock I head for the beach, the warm waters of our lagoon whispering seductively in my ear. It's so beautiful here...so peaceful. 

I watch as the minnows scatter before my glistening thighs, fleeing in panic from my massive invasion. I look up, scanning the surface of the water for a suitable destination...and then I see it. A large, flat slab of pink granite...something that has no earthly place here, in a lagoon in the South Pacific...but there it is, sitting in the center of our sheltered pool, dropped here by the hand of God, smoothed by the hand of the sea.

Tucking my tube of sunblock into my swimsuit, I dive into the warm, welcome arms of the lagoon and thrust my body through the still depths with long, hard strokes of my limbs. In no time I've reached my goal, the sun-warmed epicenter of out new world...glistening...inviting...serene. 

I pause, scanning the beach for any sign that you have awakened... but no. Your sleep, when you finally allowed yourself the repose you had so completely earned, was deep and rumbling. I should let you rest. We have plans today...you'll need your strength.

I smile as I pull myself atop my granite dais, recalling the passion-filled night that has just passed. You were ardent, insatiable, your body giving and receiving pleasure until long after this island Paradise of ours had lost its hold on wakefulness. I flush...my body tingles yet. Your touch will remain with me for as long as the sea caresses the shore and beyond. We've reached new depths, you and I...grown closer...more intimate...more inextricably entwined. It feels good.

Gratefully, I lean back and feel the warmth of my stony bed warm my wet and chilled flesh, my toes dabbling childlike in the water below. I close my eyes against the glare of the tropical sun, and slip the tube of sunblock out of my bikini bottoms. Deftly, I unscrew the cap and fill my palm with the fragrant ointment, smoothing it sensuously over my breasts and abdomen, feeling the slippery comfort seep into my pores, teasing my flesh.

I gasp!

Something's grabbed my feet, dangling so vulnerably in the shallow water below! I start, rising on my elbows, shading my eyes from the sun.

"Hold still," you direct, "lay back."

I feel a tingle rise from my toes, my nipples forming hard peaks at the very sound of your voice...and I obey.

You stand, hip deep in the morning tide, your hands possessively grasping my ankles, your voice silent, yet holding me fast. A quick jerk, and I feel myself sliding forward, your body invading the space between my legs, my hair streaming out behind me across the wet, granite expanse I've left behind. I feel your hands sliding upward, circling my knees. Another jerk, and my buttocks teeter on the very edge, your wet thighs pressed against my intimate core.

You slip your fingers beneath the strings, tied so securely across my hips, and I feel a brief tug...a snap...and my bikini joins the anemonefish.

Silently, you lean forward, your naked and bulging sex grazing my own, your hands sliding hungrily over my oily breasts. Again I try to rise...to press my lips to yours, but once more you deny me the access that I so desire.

Your hand presses me downward, prone against my stony platform, your body retreats...lips trailing until your moist breath fills the space between my quivering thighs. A kiss...a lick, and then I feel you place my feet until my heels are tucked beneath my buttocks, my knees pointed skyward. Your hands caress the pale lining of my inner thighs. Then, parting them like the wings of a butterfly, you concentrate your attention on my dewy curls, inserting your thumbs to open my most intimate core to your gaze.

Softly, I moan, a slow flush creeping over my pale skin. I feel so exposed, so sensually invaded...so liquid beneath your intimate inspection.

You pin my thighs both to the right and to the left beneath your forearms, your head dipping, tongue extending until I begin to feel the first maddening assault of your lips within my private arena. I shiver as your tongue teases the hardening nub of my sex...flicking...caressing...calling forth the wet expression of my rising desire. 

I whimper.

Maddeningly, I twine my fingers into your curling locks, my fingers trembling. I feel the torturing rasp of your facial hair as it chafes my tender flesh... pushing me to the very limit I can endure. My pulse quickens...a primitive cry rises in my throat, shattering the calm peace of our surroundings.

Quickly you plunge your hardened member within me, pushing me over the edge...driving me to the brink of insanity. Your hands pin my hips, holding me fast, your breath coming now in ragged gasps. I feel you shudder deep inside of me, your body thrusting beyond control...beyond the civilized front that you maintain so carefully. The hot gush of your seed fills me, drowning me, and I feel myself once more crying out your name amid the shifting tide.

You thrust again, your strong arms gathering me against you, your teeth pressed against the hollows of my throat as you moan something primitive, growling against my flesh...and then we collapse, side by side atop the granite stage of our passionate play...limp in each other's arms.

The warm water of the lagoon swirls about us...time passes. Once again we are earthbound, the shifting sand beneath our feet. Finally, knowing that time is fleeting we gather a basket of goodies and make our way up the mountainside toward the hot springs that were so alluringly promised on our arrival.

The stream, so wide at its delta, now narrows, grows warm, then steaming as we ascend the foothills. A velvet green moss begins to form on the surface of the rocks below, undisturbed in the pristine fullness of the Eden that surrounds them. The foliage begins to change, the landscape deepening to disguise the volcanic upheaval that was creation....peace amid the aftermath of violence.

Finally, we break free of the dense kauri and red cedar, the orchids and frangipani, into a clearing filled with the mists of a thousand years. We've arrived.

Donned only in my delicate native pareau, my wraparound skirt tied securely about my waist in floral abandon, I spread our blanket and settle beside the picnic basket to catch my breath. It's beautiful here...unspoiled...mystical. Wild parrots squawk furiously at our unwelcome intrusion, and giant ferns bend low to the ground as though listening to our every word. We can only visit here...it isn't ours...just a loan from Pele, the god of the volcano, but we accept gratefully.

A waterfall cascades carelessly from the cliffs high above, filling the pool before us with the fragrant heat of the island's glowing heart. It calls to us...lures us with its warm seduction until we can resist no longer. Finally, giving in to its siren song, I unknot the pareau from my hips, dropping it to the mossy ground at my feet, and dive headlong into its warm and soothing depths.

You pause...watching...preserving the vision behind half-closed lids, then slip from your clothing as well, joining me in this misty tapestry. The sound of the falls whispers in my ears, rumbling deep inside of me as I watch you cleave the water with strong, powerful strokes, your body parting the ripples in its passing. The warm, bubbling water swirls against my heated flesh...between my thighs... mimicing a lover's caress.

I stand, the water cascading over my shoulders, my breasts...flowing gently over the places that cry out for your touch. And then you're there...your body against mine...your hands seeking...finding...

Softly, I moan, but the sound is lost in the muted din of the swirling water that surrounds us. I feel your arms about me, lifting me, carrying me through the flowing, liquid curtain to the echoing chamber beyond...a place apart, warm and womb-like in its seductive embrace.

We've reversed the progress of time, you and I. We've escaped to a world that existed before we were told what was right or wrong...what was expected...accepted. The only law, the one that binds us...the only truth, that which we find in each other.

In the dim echo that surrounds us, I drift against the hard, lean strength of you, making of you a willing prisoner...captured in my embrace between my unrelenting thighs...burying you deep inside of me. You gasp at the depth of my hunger...my need...as my legs twine around your hips, moving in a graceful ballet for our eyes alone.

I release my grip on your neck, my upper body floating free, my hair drifting around me like something angelic. I feel your hands on my hips, drawing me against you like a rhythmic wave, keeping me from drifting into space. Your hand...your fingers explore the delicate hub of my being, and the world begins to spin out of control.

Once more you draw me upright, close against your hard, thrusting body as you press me against the mossy wall of our chamber...all civilized pretense lost in the primitive rumble that fills us. My cries echo around amid the vibration...so penetrating...so intimate. This is how it was meant to be I think as I feel the last of my reserve shatter...this is how my mind will preserve it for all eternity.

I feel your lips against my throat, your low moans filled with abandon as you plunge your body into mine one last time, your liquid heat filling me in a way that no fantasy ever could. Your lips cover mine, stealing my very breath...your eyes repeating the vows your body began.

I melt against you...around you...my senses adrift in the swirling mist that engulfs us. Being here is all that matters, I think as I feel you carry me to the shore once again. No, not being here, being with you...anywhere.

We spend the rest of the afternoon filling our hours with lunch, love and the fullness of life. Dark Beck's beer, roast beef and baby Swiss on Kaiser rolls, red skin potato salad, fresh mango and a Black Forest Torte vanish in short order. We talk...we laugh...we love, but all too soon it's time to go.

Slowly, we retrace our steps along the stream until the beach is once more in sight. Is it possible that we'll be in Papeete once again at this time tomorrow? It can't be...it can't...

Dim, unspoken thoughts haunt our last night beneath the clear, twinkling lights of heaven. We've found so much here...so much. So many promises, lost in the shuffle of the world we live in have been found in this place, preserved, awaiting our presence. Will they all be left behind when we go...abandoned...beyond our reach when we need them the most?

We watch in silence as the universe revolves around us...the hushed whisper of the island lulling us once more into its passionate embrace. We won't think of these things again this night...not this one. These haunts are for other times...other people. We won't waste the last of our precious moments pondering the plight of the world beyond. For us there is only here... and now.

Again and again we fill the night with our song until the stars have long since flown, giving way to another brilliant sunrise far across the shifting sea. Curled beneath the coverlet I feel you close behind me, your body warming the stillness between us, your arms wrapped protectively about my waist. I bask in the solid comfort of your voice whispering in my ear.

"How do I love thee..." you begin, the "song" so familiar and yet so precious.

I close my eyes as the words drift gently through my mind...warm memories of our first Christmas together. My lips part, willing the response I find so hard to give...the words I long to say...but once more I feel them die unborn, a victim of the silence that overshadows my being. I struggle...the need to "touch" you filling my very essence, and yet the mute isolation persists.

Someday...someday...

I turn to you, your gentle hands telling me that once again you understand, yet the tortured stillness continues. Why did God give me these feelings...this overwhelming love...then strike me dumb? The irony cries out in me once more. "How do I love thee...how do I love thee..."?

I fill the void with an act of tenderness...love...my sighs a pale substitute for the words that refuse to meet the light of day. We join, intimate and inseparable, two halves forming a perfect whole...a union both unique and timeless. The message is there...so near...so near...

We fill our last morning in Paradise giving...taking... sharing the beauty that lies between us, feeling the seconds tick away. Finally, passions quieted, we collect our physical baggage for the reluctant trip home. Our small seaplane will be arriving soon...Eden lost once again.

We stand on the lanai, watching the tiny dot on the horizon grow larger as the moments pass. The amphibian nears. Our respite here is almost over...our time of carefree innocence fading with the light of day.

"Do you know how much I love you?" you murmur softly, your voice a swirling caress deep inside of me, embracing places that no physical contact could ever reach.

I feel your arms enfold me, your body warm against my back, and the longing rises in me once more to whisper the words that seem to elude me, the confessions of love and truth that fill me each time I feel your hand in mine.

And then, like a miracle the heavens align, the words forming upon my lips as though they'd always been there waiting for this moment.

In a gentle torrent they begin to flow. "Did you know that sometimes I lay there at night just watching you sleep?" I ask, my voice soft with the rightness of what I'm finally able to say. "I reach out my hand, touch your shoulder and think...if I could compose the last minute of my life...I wouldn't change a thing."

I feel your lips graze my neck, trembling in a way that I've never felt before...but I can't stop now...not now...I must continue while the gods are smiling. "You're my first thought in the morning...my last thought at night. You're the answer to every prayer I've ever said...every wish I've ever had. Whenever I feel lost, all I have to do is look into your eyes, and I'm home again. My life began the day I met you."

It's your voice now that lies dormant within, lost in a maze of emotions that no words could express. I turn in your arms, my body cradled in your tender embrace, the gentle beat of your heart telling me all that I need to hear.

Silently, we stand on the lanai, watching the plane approach until the last minute fades away and out time to leave can be delayed no longer. With quiet efficiency, the pilot loads our baggage for the return home, smiling silently at the way you hold my hand...my heart. 

The engines roar, and once again we find ourselves airborne. "Hard to leave Paradise, isn't it?" he comments as we break free of the calm waters of the lagoon and head northward toward Tahiti once more.

But he doesn't know...he couldn't. Paradise isn't a stretch of sand...not a place you visit. It's something you carry inside ...something pure and sheltered from the world beyond.

...and, if you're one of the very fortunate... something that you share.

I reach out and touch your hand, knowing that I'm not leaving Paradise behind. It's right here at my fingertips.

- The End -



Paradise



"Welcome to Montserrat, Sir, Madam. Your good names please?"

"I am Mr. James Ghiwhite, and this is my daughter Mrs. Sarah Edward. We - actually, she and her husband were supposed to - want to stay here for a week; I believe it was previously arranged."

"Oh, yes. Here it is - your reserved room is HMP 2." The desk clerk, whose nameplate pegged him as Charlie, rang a bell. Almost instantly, a young boy of not more than sixteen came out of the back room. Charlie motioned towards the baggage. "Take these to HMP 2."

I did not understand why the bellboy gave me a funny look. Granted, I look my forty-one years of age, and my daughter looks her twenty-one, but - and then the realization hit me. He must've thought we were newlyweds - a sugar daddy and his fortune-hunting wife. Pointedly ignoring him, I turned my attention back to the clerk. "HMP? Never heard of such a system before. What does it stand for - hill, mountain, and p-something?"

Charlie laughed. "Not quite. Actually, it stands for Honeymoon Package."

Honeymoon package?

"Excuse me, but did you just say our room is a honeymooners' suite?"

"Absolutely, sir. I must say room 2 is one of the best among the islands."

I stared at the young man, gauging the fragility of his head. "Didn't you hear what I just said? This woman with me is my daughter. Not my wife. To spell it out, I am not here on a honeymoon."

For an instant, the smile receded. Almost immediately, though, it was back. "Our apologies, Sir. We never thought of it that way. Mrs. Edward, please accept our apologies - unfortunately, the fact must have missed your husband's mention when we talked."

Sarah, my beautiful, beautiful daughter, smiled disarmingly at the growing fidgeting of the guy. "No problem," she said brightly. "We'll take it."

Now I stared at my daughter. Here we were, on an exotic island, father and daughter, for a stay of one week, and she was suggesting that we spend it in a honeymooner's paradise! Noticing my startled expression, which the poor fellow misunderstood as panic, he offered a way out - "We can put you in single rooms if you want, Sir. It would be a bit of trouble to find adjacent ones, but if you so wish -"

"Nonsense!" interrupted my daughter. "Stop being so fussy, Daddy. Relax. It's just a room to spend the night; after all, you didn't come to this island paradise just to be cooped up in a room, did you? Besides, we will be out most of the time, sunning and shopping. Not to mention sightseeing. Come on."

Before I could even lodge a protest, she was hustling me towards the garden door, after the bellboy. The air outside was fresh, tropical. It was a relief to get away from the dead of winter, back home, with all the rush and traffic of pre-Christmas crowds. The palm trees that dotted the border of the small terrace along which we were walking provided an excellent canopy, keeping the sand beneath our feet cool. It's amazing how careful planting can really cool a place with its shade - after having seen its cousins back in LA, I had thought that the only thing that the trees were good for was for providing a divider between opposite lanes. 

Out here, they were in their true spirit, I suppose, in true synchronization with their parent environment. The climate was absolutely wonderful, the greenery fresh and almost as tempting as the blue waters that I could see through the clumps. The shore extended for about a hundred meters of sand and skin, before sinking slowly into the languid waters of the ocean. And even though a gentle breeze was present, I could hear the free lapping of the little waves against the shore. 

Sarah linked her arms through mine as we walked towards our suite. On the outside, it looked okay, bigger and in a more secluded region than the rest of the cabins. There was in fact, no room as such - all were cabins, some standing by themselves, and others gathered in a clump at the other end of the resort - these were probably the ones the clerk had offered in exchange. I was glad we had refused - even at this distance, I could make out quite a lot of people there.

Then I thought of how I got to be here in the first place. 

Eddie, as I called my son, was a US Navy Sailor, and damn proud of it. His marriage to my daughter, as far as my knowledge went, was his first, and I had proudly walked her down the aisle a couple of years ago, after his character satisfied me. He was quite a sincere fellow, caring and affectionate, and to boot it all, an orphan - so no lousy in-laws to entertain every other weekend. Both my wife and I had a very high opinion of the lad, as he seemed to have of us.

The only drawback of his work was that it often took him out on the seas for as long as four or five months. It left my daughter enough time to complete her studies, and yet live with the dependence and freedom of a wife. Her life was secure, for Eddie was not the sort of guy who had a girl in every port. In fact, the only other female I've ever seen him with is a girl called Rebecca, a fellow sailor or something.

Apparently, his fraternity had held a Christmas draw - the prize being a week's all-expenses-paid stay here in M'serrat, and he had won. At the last moment, though, duty called - but rather than let an opportunity go waste, Eddie asked me if I could take Sarah on the trip. I had been reluctant at first, but when my wife seemed to have no objection to the idea, I accepted it. Eddie's only request was that I keep her from getting too promiscuous.

We reached the cabin.

There was a small porch in front, a hammock suspended from its roof and a cane sofa with a table fan beside it. A cane-ensconced light hung from the wooden ceiling, providing enough light for reading at night. For the moment, though, it was unnecessary; it was just two in the afternoon. A wooden railing ran along the length of the porch, the door to the cabin at its other end. The varnished look gave a cooled look to the surface.

I tipped the bellboy absently, still entranced by the lazy beauty of the Caribbean. My daughter hugged me from behind, the gentle breeze prodding her sweet perfume into my nostrils. I felt her breasts press against the back of my stomach, and had the briefest of arousals when I remembered the mistake the bellboy had made. I forced the thought out of my mind before it could start spinning fantasies - as it had over three years ago. I wasn't about to be drawn into that moral battle again.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice asked near my left ear.

"Lovely. But not as much as my darling daughter, just getting there."

She squeezed me harder, a sign that she was pleased. "You are just always saying that." This was just a woman's humility - she was pleased to the point that she wouldn't acknowledge it.

"I mean it," and I sincerely did, "You are still the prettiest sight on earth."

"Thanks, Daddy. You are not so bad yourself. In fact, Mom made me promise not to let you out of my sight; says you are too good-looking for your age. And as usual, she is right."

Now it was my turn to act modest. "Awww! You always say that... when you want to buy something costly! Come on, out with it - how much do you want?"

She pinched my stomach playfully. "Not this time. Just wanted to let you know that you look good enough."

"For what?"

"For me."

I pondered over her answer, without having any idea why I was. In a perverted way of reasoning, I could interpret it in as many ways as I wanted. It wasn't the words as much as the tone that, on retrospect, I am sure made me think twice about a possible rejoinder. Finally, I just decided to let the conversation fade into silence. Most conversations are ruined by a word too much. Instead, with her hugging me, I took in a snapshot of the paradise around me.

"The water looks inviting. What say we accept?" I said finally, breaking up what could have been an interminable moment of silence. 

Sarah slowly slid her arms off my body, trailing them down to my waist before breaking contact. "Okay. Let's change."

I followed her into our room. Room - the name was an understatement. It was very tastefully decorated, the Caribbean origin very evident. It was a huge room, with a door halfway between the walls that I guessed led to the bathroom. There was another door opposite the entrance, but I had no idea where that led. What grabbed my attention, though, were the pictures on the roof, right above the bed. There were around seven of them, arranged in a semicircle in such a way that a person waking up sees them first thing in the morning.

All the pictures showed various positions of Kamasutra, the Indian text on lovemaking. I was immediately taken in by the sheer beauty of the artwork - the characters almost seemed to come alive. I was also aware that Sarah had riveted her attention too on the decoration, and a deep intake of breath suggested that she hadn't entirely been unfazed by the sight. The two painted bodies seemed to be in their own dance for the universe, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. In seven positions they took each other, a look of pleasure on their faces.

I shocked myself by asking, "Tempting, isn't it?"

Sarah did not immediately reply. For a moment, I panicked. Damn that hidden nut of a fantasy! I couldn't, under any circumstances, even let her know that I did lust after her. I tried to cover up my inappropriate remark. "Too bad Eddie isn't here. I mean, this would have been just right for you..."

Sarah smiled sweetly at me, disguising whatever she had thought of my remark and me. Then she gazed up at the ceiling once more, and said, still looking up, "You don't know how much..." I took it to mean that she missed him a lot.

Silence rented the air again.

Abruptly, Sarah went to the bathroom. "Got to wash my face," she threw over her shoulder as I stared at her firm ass wiggle with her steps. Her mini-skirt barely reached halfway down her thighs, with a raised hem at the back that allowed for a splendid view of the creamy skin reaching into her depths. I licked my lips absently, imagining how it would be to have my lips explore the shade between her legs. Voila! A hard-on!

Once again, as was increasingly becoming my tendency, I panicked. Sarah had barely closed her door when my hand went to my crotch, looking for some way to relieve the tension. I did not want my daughter to see me with an erection, with her being the obvious instigator. It never occurred to me that I could pile the blame on the erotica above me.

I quickly chucked off my pants and put on the tightest pair of inelastic swimming trunks that I had. I hoped the material was strong enough to rein in my 'enthusiasm' - at least until I could safely get under water and out of sight. Thankfully, it was.

It was less than a minute before Sarah came out. My jaw dropped to the floor as I stared at her bikini - or rather, the lack of it. She was topless! Her young breasts, firm and steady, topped with pink nipples that stared straight at me, were faultless, not a hint of a discrepancy anywhere. They were pale, though, and the slow flush that was gathering inside them was increasingly becoming prominent. I knew my daughter was watching me watch her, but I just couldn't take my eyes off her chest.

"I never thought these were that great, Daddy!" 

I managed to meet her amused eyes. I didn't know what to say - how do you appraise your daughter's breasts when they are displayed so proudly to you? Do you say they are beautiful, aware of what it suggested, or would you be a conservative father, a true father, and tell her that they were alright and reminded you of her mother's?

"They sure are," I replied. The remark was tame enough to offer me a way out. "Now why don't you go put on your top, so that we can finally get down to serious swimming?"

Sarah walked over to me, her tits juggling gloriously within five feet of my touch. "Always the wise guy, huh? In case you didn't know, this beach is topless - and that, dear father of mine, is just the general section. Our private beach -"

"Our what beach?"

"You didn't know that we had a private beach - shame, Daddy, that's why Mom always says you should read the brochure more. HMP's have exclusive beaches for themselves, totally isolated and inaccessible from the rest of the island. Anything is permitted, and that goes for nudity too... So if you want to see me nude, just tell me to take off my bottoms."

Take off your bottoms!

Instead, I just nodded. God knew how many more surprises awaited me - first, being pegged that I was on a honeymoon with my daughter, then all these erotic pictures, Sarah's toplessness, and now, finally, she was offering me what was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see her nude. My cock twitched uneasily again, and I shifted uneasily when the trunks pressed heavily against my dick.

Sarah caught my movement, and grinned at me. She stuck her tongue out at me - a sign of defiance that she had always given me when she was little - and then hooked her hands in the waistline of her bottoms. For a moment I feared - and wished - that she was going to remove them. As if gauging my indecision, she moved it down just a couple of centimeters below her hip. The sight of the hipbones of this scantily clad creature almost made me reach out and pull the thin material completely down her legs.

In the manner of a model, my daughter turned around and walked towards the backdoor. It was then that I realized that the triangle in front was practically her only attempt at covering herself, for at the back, the bottom was reduced to a strand of fiber that ran along the crack of her cheeks to the vertex that hid her crotch from view. When the door was opened, the gentle breeze outside entered, bringing to my nose more of her delicious scent. The delicious scent of a woman.

By the time I had gathered my senses, Sarah was already out of the door and heading down the sandy path to a small woods, from beyond which I could hear the seagulls. From behind, especially at this distance, it appeared as if she were nude. A nude goddess walking along the sandy shores of an island. She was my daughter, and yet, the unyielding and unattainable object of my fantasies. All my denials were breaking up; I wanted her, and I wanted her bad. Fortunately, there was still the father in me, and so rather than carry her off into the woods and take her, I walked with her towards the water.

Her blonde hair flung carelessly over her shoulder, I was denied the sight of her left nipple by the golden tresses. The other pink top was standing proud and erect, a darker hue giving it a sensuous touch. Her breasts were large for her frame, but at a profile shot, the curves of her body seemed to be more emphasized than ever. It took all my will power not to reach out and touch them, maul them, taste them, and hell, I could think of a lot of other things I could do with them. As if wanting to tease me further, Sarah moved even closer and put her arms over my shoulder, the action causing the side of her breast to rub against my skin.

The touch was nothing short of electric.

Somehow, we managed to reach the shores without being diverted to some obscure and private corner of the island. At the sight of the water, we ran towards it, splashing into it with a big jump. Our inhibitions forgotten, pretty soon, we were engaged in a wet tickling contest. Sarah never complained even when my hand accidentally (yeah, sure!) brushed against her nipples - and in fact, she seemed to be maneuvering herself for such contact. 

I lunged at her playfully, over some cheeky remark she had made. She laughed, trying to move at the very last moment. Being in water made rapid escape impossible, and I ended up slamming face first into her cleavage as a wave rolled over us. The impact sunk us both for a couple of seconds, Sarah instinctively reaching for something to grab on to. Her fingers found my hair, and she pressed against my head, pushing my face even deeper into her bosom. The feel of her firmness against my cheeks was highly ... satisfactory, I must say, for I felt a strange relaxation wash over me. 

When we surfaced, my face was still in the wedge between her breasts. Since this was supposed to be a tickling contest, I decided to land my cheap shot - I darted my tongue out and licked the wet skin. This time, Sarah moaned, a genuine cry of animal pleasure. The sound encouraged me, for it meant she liked it. As I said, my defenses were breaking up - so if she did like it, then perhaps we would...

Another rise of the water threw us off balance, the change of position taking my face away from her sweet body. Once again I lunged towards her, but the little minx moved away and went under. I was puzzled - what was she doing? - and then I felt her hands on my trunks. Reflexively, for I was not still prepared to go all over and beyond the line, I tried to pull away without kicking her. My motion served her purpose; before I knew it, she got the trunks off and came up again.

"Give me that!" I said, unsure of how much I meant it.

"Oh, really?" she asked, a sexy pout framed by her lips. "Big Poppa bear looks angry. Why don't you go get it? The water ought to cool you off." With that, she flung my trunks even farther away, with greater power than I believed she had. The suit fell into the receding water, the current quickly carrying it away. It was still reachable, of course, but I would probably have to burn up all of my muscles to get to it.

"And while you are at it, why don't you get this too?"

Her bottom followed my suit into the open ocean. Now we were both naked, and for want of anything less controversial, I followed the passage of our garments into the open ocean.

"Don't be such a prude, Daddy. It's not like you are raping me or anything... Besides, I am an adult, and the last time I checked, you were too. Let's just have fun, alright. Flirting with you is so much fun!"

Another wave struck us from the sides, pushing our bodies together until... contact! Once again, the only word that comes to mind is electricity; the touch of her warm body combined with the knowledge that it was totally naked was enough to turn me on like never before. I had never thought I would ever be so overawed by the physical concepts of lovemaking, but just the mere feel of her pressing against me changed all that. I wondered how it would feel to have that body entwined around me...

Sarah saw the look of desire in my eyes, a look that reflected her own. It was not just of desire, it was also of a love that went beyond every accepted convention of man. Of a love that exists between a father and his daughter. Of a love that exists between the married father and his adult daughter. 

Married!!!???

I pulled away the second before our lips touched. I had just forgotten a very important fact - both of us, not either one, but both of us, were still married to loving spouses. If we had been single, I wouldn't have been so particular, for an affair then would be no one else's business but our own. 

But she had a husband. One who had sent her with me so that she would be happy. One who had asked me to keep an eye on her. I was getting an eyeful alright, but wasn't I betraying him? A part of the conscience was telling me I was. "We can't do it," I told her, "We shouldn't!"

"And why not?"

"In case you don't remember, it was your husband who sent me here. And your mother. Because they trusted me, and they trusted you. If something does happen, how will we face them? More importantly, how will we face each other? One week is hardly enough to satiate our desire, and then what will we do? Sneak off and risk getting caught? Cops -"

"God, you are such a worrywart!" Sarah broke up my tirade. "Here we are, on this delightful island, alone and horny, and you are worrying about two very open-minded people three thousand miles away. Before you even ask it, Dad, no, I am not worried over Eddie's reaction. In fact, when he knew he couldn't come, he asked me to invite you. He knows the way I think of you, Dad, and he doesn't mind. To quote him, 'At least, I can get your father to keep you down when I am gone. And you don't even have to make the spare bedroom ready - he could sleep with you instead...'"




Paradise



I managed to croak a surprised query. "You are kidding, right?"

"No. You know Rebecca - Eddie's friend who usually stays at our place - she must be home by now. If you still doubt me, why don't you call my husband and ask him if he minds that you fool around with your daughter? Just don't be surprised if Becky answers, that's all."

The implication was too obvious to miss. "You mean, Becky and Eddie are -"

Sarah nodded calmly. "Have been for the last one year. She shares his bunk in the vessel, and more than often, his bunk. I don't mind, actually. It keeps him out of circulation - which young male can put up with six months of abstinence every year? Moreover, he likes it rough, and she wants it rough. On land, they get together every weekend at her place, but sometimes, at ours."

"And you don't mind her staying with you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's just for a weekend, and besides, they are together every day in the sea. The moaning and the shouting keeps me awake, though, until they are thoroughly exhausted."

Another thought struck me. "Have you ever had a - I mean, um... like, you know..." I couldn't bring myself to ask her outright whether she had slept with this woman herself.

"Gosh, Dad, you are blistering like an idiot. All you got to do is ask me if we've ever had threesomes. Yes, to answer your question, we have. But like I said, the two of them prefer rough sex, and the two times I slept with them, I was fucked so hard - by both Eddie and Becky - that I couldn't even walk properly for sometime. Becky likes to hump until her skin peels off."

"What about your marriage? Won't she tear it apart?"

"No worry on that account. Becky is a secure woman - has no plans for settling down. They just like the sex, that's all. She herself turned down an offer to move in with us, citing it as a commitment well beyond her limits,"

I tried to digest this piece of information. The image of my daughter in a wild, frolicking threesome was tremendously exciting, a fact that quickly evidenced itself to my daughter in the form of an engorged dick. She couldn't see it, but she sure could feel it. The water bobbed us up and down, and with each crest and trough, the head brushed against her hole. Her nipples rubbed against mine, the exotic sensation almost causing me to cream in the water itself.

I took one more look at my daughter. In her eyes were now one more ingredient - hope. She really wanted me. The only obstacle remaining was my wife. 

Screw her!

"Well, girl, you convinced me. Where do we start?"

Sarah puckered her lips. Her arms were already on my shoulders; she entwined them at the back of my neck, pulling my face closer. "How about with a proper kiss, and then you can carry me over the threshold to our honeymoon room? After that, ... you ought to know what to do...."

Our lips touched. For a second, we just held each other in that position, and then our lips started to grind. Tongues dashed out only to collide with one another, and then kissed and made up. I traced the undersides of her tongue, tickling the pink flesh until she gripped me harder. My daughter was no amateur either - she scratched every nook and cranny inside my mouth with her tongue, before swapping some of her sweet saliva with mine. We toyed around with the substance for some more time, finally gulping it down. 

As soon as we broke apart, I cupped my hands beneath her ass and pushed upwards, hoisting her onto my shoulder. Sarah squealed with joy as I started to wade out of the shallow water, her breasts rubbing against my back. Contrary to my rubbery masculine skin, hers was silk-smooth, almost sliding off my shoulders. To get a better grip, I placed a finger firmly in the crack of her ass, and with each step, a little of it crept in.

"Oh, Daddy," Sarah moaned as around three-fourth of my finger - sufficient for wiggling it inside her - slid in, its entry facilitated by the slick sea-water that still clung to our skin. It was precisely this wetness that caused us to go to the room; otherwise, both of us would have made love then and there, right on the sandy beach.

I half-ran, half-walked the distance to our cabin, stopping only in front of the step so that I could place her correctly across my arms - as a groom carries his bride off the church. Even as I lowered her, Sarah found my lips again and we kissed again, a short, impassioned kiss that was just as good as the drawn-out one we had shared in the water. Her eyes told me how much this meant to her. My eyes told her how much she meant to me.

Once inside, I rushed towards the bed. No sooner had I dropped her on the soft mattress than I was on her, kissing her all over her face. She responded the same way, and our lips met again more than once in our explorations. Her face was infinitely beautiful, and there were just too many points to taste and nibble. I tugged her earlobes, chewing them lightly until my daughter started to moan. The first sound was music to my ears; the aphrodisiac added to an already-sexed atmosphere. 

Then I moved downwards, targeting the throat that made such beautiful sounds. I made a complete revolution of her neck, from the curve of her jaw to the blond curls at her nape, kissing and licking every part in between. Sarah stopped ministering to me - she was too caught up in the web of the assault that it was all she could do to keep from giving in to an orgasm so easily. I started to massage her shoulder blades gently, the immediate effect being that she relaxed. An orgasm overtook her, taking her to the edge of consciousness and pulling her back by centimeters. 

Her eyes rolled up towards the sky, and for a second, I wondered if I would have to wait until she woke up again. Thankfully, within five seconds, they fluttered, and I continued my 'duties' once again. After pock marking the neck and her shoulders, my mouth sought out her throbbing breasts. They heaved and fell as she breathed, two twin mountains quivering at the hands of the gods. One of my hands cupped her other breast while the other started to play with her wet pussy. 

The instant my lips brushed against the skin of her creamy cherry, I wanted to scream out loud - the vibration of her bud against my lolling tongue was as arousing to me as it must have been for her. I placed it between my teeth, gently clamping it firmly in place. My lips took in more of her breast, but confined by the closed teeth, my tongue had only one thing to do - and that was to skim the top of the cherry-top. Sarah bucked again as another orgasm struck her, the movement of her body pushing more and more of her breast into my mouth.

"Oh, Daddy! That feels so ... ohhhh!" 

Finally, both breasts were flushed to a red tone. They reminded me of fresh apples, straight from the orchards. I ran my tongue down the swell of her breasts, down her stomach, past her navel where I pit-stopped for around fifteen seconds, and finally arrived at the delectably soft skin just above her folds. Her pussy was shaved to the extent of being baby-smooth, the skin warm and moist. I kissed her at the vertices of the V, each time eliciting a very emphatic oomph from her. 

Grabbing the undersides of her legs, I slung them over my shoulders. Her pussy was right in my eyesight now, its juices reflecting the sunlight outside. I savored the sight for just a second - after which I attacked with my tongue. I pushed it deeper than I had ever attempted before, touching and cleaning the cuntal walls like a tongue is supposed to do. I serviced her for more than I had ever serviced anyone else before, but then she was not anybody - she was my daughter, and she was my lover.

Having lost all track of time, I can't say exactly how long I ate her out, before submitting to her pleas of consummating our relationship. All I do remember was that when I entered her, when the two of us merged into one body and one soul, the passion was all-consuming; the love was all-enlightening. I made her cum twice before I let go, filling up the same hole I had once made with seeds potent enough to create another one. We lay exhausted on the honeymoon bed, and stared at the pictures above us.

We held hands as I finally told her, for the first time as a lover, "I love you, Sarah."

A gentle squeeze of the palm later, she crawled up on top of me, resting her head on my chest. I could still feel my liquids dripping out of her and into my legs. It was a mess down there.

"I love you too, Daddy."



Paradise



The piercing sound of my alarm clock woke me from a light sleep. I jumped from bed and headed for the shower. Now normally I would have loved to sleep in on Saturday morning, but today I was going to Paradise.

I grabbed the car keys and waited for my mother to join me, so I could give her a ride to her hair appointment, and when she did we were off. The short trip filled with idle chit chat, until we pulled into the parking lot.

“Thanks honey, see yah in an hour,” my mother said as she slammed the door shut, on her beat up Chevy Nova. 

I watched as she entered the hair salon and then I quickly sped off to the record store. I picked up a new CD, before quickly racing back to pick her up. Even if I had to wait awhile, for her at the salon, it was always worth it. 

The hair salon,(aptly named Paradise,) was like going to heaven for me, or it would have been for any other 18-year-old guy, for that matter. I mean the place was always full of sexy woman, looking their best. Every time my mom had an hair appointment, I would try to come up with some sort of excuse to borrow her car, since I didn’t own my own at that point. Then I would act disappointed when she informed me that she had a hair appointment, before offering to drop her off and pick her back up. Luckily for me, my mom had her hair done, like every other week, at least it seemed like she did.

Paradise was owned and operated by an older, although still sexy, dirty blonde woman, who was just starting to show her age. She had two full time employees. Sasha, a great looking blonde woman, in her late twenties, who also had a great looking body and then there was Farrar, a fiery redhead with sparkling green eyes and full luscious lips. Farrar was a little on the tall side, maybe 5’10”, but she had curves in all the right places. Her best feature was her full large breasts, which she always seemed to have on display. Although she looked younger, she had just celebrated her 21rst birthday. I even remember excitingly signing her birthday card, but will never forget the quick kiss she gave me when she read it.

I raced back into the parking lot of the hair salon, before quickly entering the main waiting area. I drew little or no attention, as they had seen me before and knew I was there just to pick up my mom. I quickly noticed a young woman also waiting there, reading a glamour magazine. I instantly thought I recognized her soft brown hair, as my heart raced. I sat down and stole a glance at her face. My suspicions were correct, it was the one and only, Kim Davis. 

Kim was an 18-year-old, walking wet dream. She also knew it and used it every chance she could. She would walk the halls, at our school, dressed like she was walking the streets for a living. She also had the entire faculty eating out of her hand. Unfortunately for us guys, she also acted like all the high school boys were pond scum. You could say she was a highly sought after piece of ass, but an even more highly unattainable one. 

I picked up a magazine and pretended to read it, but I was really watching Farrar washing some older ladies hair. I loved the way her breasts swayed as she scrubbed her scalp. I was definitely becoming aroused, especially when she bent over, while rinsing off the ladies hair, thus giving me a spectacular view of her cleavage, as she wore her tight blouse half open, just like she always did. I also watched the sexy Sasha, dressed in a tight T-shirt, and tighter jeans, styling my mom’s hair. 

I guess I was too lost in my own private lust, to notice the owner enter the waiting area, followed by four rather imposing figures.

“Get up and get your fucking hands in the air!” A deep voice came booming through the room. In shock, I guess I didn’t act fast enough, because I was shoved from behind and went flying, landing at my mom’s feet. My mom helped me to my feet, while she was begging them to leave us alone. Ignoring my mom’s pleas and those of the older lady, who I quickly found out was Kim’s mom, they led us rather roughly into the back office. 

They had us all line up in a line, shoulder to shoulder, hands in the air, except for the owner, who was being held by a huge man, a large knife pressed to her throat. The largest and the most vocal member of the group was carrying a sawed-off shotgun. He tried to calm everyone down, but his angry demeanor and his menacing gun, wasn’t helping the calm factor much. 

He went on to make a speech about why they were doing this, but I was way too nervous to understand everything he said, at that point. From what I could make out, the owner and her husband had racked up a large gambling debt, and they were there to collect it. They also showed us an appointment book, which had all of our names and addresses in it, which he started reading off. 

Two of the men suddenly left, with the owner in tow, while two of them stayed behind to watch us. A large man spoke first, calling himself Rocky, he quickly introduced his partner, Psycho. I noticed for the first time that Psycho was female. She was a rather tough looking woman, dressed in all black studded leather. She had blonde spiked hair and must have been six feet tall. Rocky was a large man himself, he must have been 6’4” and 260-270 pounds easy. He wore black jeans and a small white T-shirt, which showed off his large muscles and his numerous tattoos. He also wore a black Harley bandana over his head. Simply put, he looked mean.

I was standing by my mom, when Rocky suddenly grabbed me by the arm, throwing me into an office chair, as my mother begged him to leave me alone. I tried to get up, but he grabbed an electrical cord that was sitting on the office desk and wrapped it around my chest, and then around my arms and then the back of the chair. A bandanna was wrapped around my head and mouth, effectively gagging me, silencing my protests. My mother also tried to intervene, but she was pushed back into line by Psycho.

“Just so you don’t get any funny ideas about being a hero, and then I’d have to fucking hurt yah,” Rocky said, as he laughed at me, while slapping my face.

“Now girls,” Rocky announced, while I was left to watch from my chair, helplessness flooding through me, as he started to circle the woman. “We have so time to kill until my partner’s come back with our money, but I’ll make this promise to you all, if you all behave and do like I tell yah, nobody gets hurt and we all go home happy.”

Rocky went down the line and asked each of the women if she agreed. He started with my mother who was standing at the far end of the line. Kim’s mom was next, followed by Kim, Sasha and then Farrar, who was standing right in front of me. Each of them said they did or at least nodded. I could tell they were all extremely nervous and honestly so was I. 

“First, I see you have some jewelry I might be interested in, and some other stuff, I might be interested in,” Rocky said while looking down the front of Sasha’s V-neck T-shirt. Sasha tried to protest, but was cut off by a quick punch to the stomach, which brought screams of protests from the other women.

“Like I said, if you don’t fight me, I wouldn’t hurt you!” Rocky growled, as he pushed the other women back into line, before he bent over and helped Sasha up off the floor. 

“C‘mon, I didn’t hit yah that hard,” he said to Sasha, as he wiped away some of her tears, then he grabbed her arms and put them back over her head, finishing by giving her a small kiss on the lips.

Rocky started to circle in front of the women as he barked at them. “Ok, from now on, if you talk without being asked a fucking question, or you fight me, or grab me, or protest, or any of that shit, you’re going have to deal with our friends, who are standing right next to the phone. We’ll send them over to visit yah house’s, and believe me, they ain’t as nice as me, so the fucking choice is yours.”

Although neither of them was brandishing a weapon, I could see the fear that this put into the women, as I’m sure most of them had someone at home waiting for them. I looked at my mother and we shared concerned looks. We lived with her sister and her two young boys, moving in a couple of years ago, after my mothers third marriage fell apart, so I figured I should just sit there and not try to break free, at least that would be my excuse, but to be totally honest, I found this all strangely exciting, things like this just didn’t happen to me. 

“Let’s try this again,” Rocky said. He stood right in front of my mother. He reached up and undid both of her earrings and unclasped her necklace. He put them in a small sack, it was one of those purple Crown Royal bags that it comes in. 

I breathed a sign of relief as he shifted over to Mrs. Davis, her hair still wet. He looked at her wedding ring, but just said. “I ain’t getting married, so I don’t need one of those, plus it looks like it costs ten fucking bucks.” 

He proceeded down the line and took the jewelry he wanted from each of the woman and put it into the bag, which he handed to Psycho, when he was finished.

“With you hands in the air like that, I think it’s time for a quick pat down, just like the pigs did to me, just to make sure you ain‘t hiding anything on me,” Rocky hissed. 

Rocky again started with my mother; who was fidgeting nervously. He stood behind her and began to run his hands up and down her body. I did my best to look away, as I knew there wasn’t much I could do about it and didn’t really care to see her being felt up by this creep. 

He moved on to search Mrs. Davis next. I kept my head looking down, trying to make it look like I wasn’t watching. I must say, he was giving her a thorough going over. Mrs. Davis was squirming about, especially when his hands reached around and fondled her smallish breasts, over her dress.

He had to tell Mrs. Davis to relax several times, when he moved on to her daughter’s search. The more Mrs. Davis complained, the more he took his time with Kim’s search. I noticed that Kim’s eyes were closed tight, like she was trying to zone out what was happening. My eyes widened as her breasts also drew some attention. “If he only knew how many nights I dreamed of doing that.” I thought, as my groin stirred and then quickly felling dirty for thinking it.

He moved on next to Sasha, spending even more time on her search. He made lewd comments into her ear about her body and what he wanted to do with it, which made Sasha squirm. He spent ample time on her large breasts, finally finishing by slipping his hands under the bottom of her small shirt and lifting it up, bunching it over the top of her breasts, which were now only covered only by a small white push up bra, that only half covered her large nipples.

I looked up, to get a better look, until Sasha’s eyes meet mine. I quickly looked back down, embarrassed that I had been caught looking. I knew in my head I shouldn't be enjoying this, but my little head was saying something else, as it began to grow. It grew even more as Farrar’s search began, but hers ended rather quickly, almost as if he was growing impatient and wanted to move on. 

He moved back in front of the group, All the women’s eyes were on him as he leaned up against the office desk that was in the center of the room. The back of my chair also rested against it. Rocky was facing the women, along with Psycho, who was sitting on the desk, leaning her head on his shoulder. They were whispering something, probably their next move. Rocky was even smiling, as if he liked their plan. 

“All right, you babes are all doing fine, it won’t be long now. I have to tell yah though, some of yah have got some great fucking tits, some major league hooters. I personally love big tits, but my girl here, thinks some of yah, have tried to fool Mother Nature...C’mon you now what I mean,” Rocky said with a laugh.

“Please sir just let us go,” Sasha moaned, but they both laughed at her.

“How bout you Red...those real?” Rocky said, while pointing at Farrar.

I looked at Farrar, as did everyone else in the room I think, seemingly waiting for the answer. Suddenly you could hear a pin drop.

“Go ahead, you can answer,” Rocky finally whispered loudly. After another brief pause, she just shook her head back and forth. 

“Thanks for not lying to me. I've had a nuff fake titted bimbos in my life to know the difference, when I feel them,” Rocky said as he laughed and then added. “C’mon let’s see those puppies!”

“Look you had your fun!” Sasha shrieked. which opened a volley of protest from the other women.

All’s Rocky did was pick up the phone and the room fell silent. Suddenly Psycho’s voice filled the air for the first time. “I think the bitch is afraid to show us her fake tits.”

Farrar’s head snapped up, looking at Rocky, then at me and back at Rocky. My heart was going a mile a minute.

“No I don’t think so,” Rocky said as he chuckled. “I think she’s embarrassed to show’em, with the little dude here.”

Rocky moved in front of my mother and asked her my age, to which she mumbled 18. 

“18, the dudes a adult now. I think he might even like to see them as well,” he said as he moved back next to me, even patting me on the shoulder. “Any time now Sweetheart.”

“Am I actually going to get to see Farrar’s tits, that I have been lusting after?” I ashamedly thought.

“C’mon Red, let’s see if you got your monies worth!” Rocky barked.

After a brief pause, Farrar began to unbutton the rest of the buttons, on her small blue blouse. She pulled it out of her skirt, slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. It felt like my head was going to explode.

“Hey, pick up that fucking thing and put it on the desk, right here!” Rocky barked, pointing to the desk next to him. Farrar quickly picked up the blouse and moved forward to the desk and placed it on the desk. There was just enough space for her to fit in between Rocky and myself. 

“And while your here, lose that ugly bra,” came the next order. 

I couldn't help but watch, out of the corner of my eye, as she slipped out of her black bra, which wasn’t so ugly to me, and placed it on the table. She returned back into line, but not before Rocky got himself a quick feel. 

Farrar put her hands back over her head, but Rocky said she could put them down, if she kept them behind her. When she did this, I stole a quick peek, (ok maybe not that quick,) at Farrar's tits. Fake or not, they were amazing. She had a nice tan, which created greater looking tan lines. She had great large areola and nice bumpy nipples. I soaked in Farrar’s splendor, as I waited in nervous anticipation. I must also say she definitely got her monies worth.

“Looks like your next,” Rocky said pointing at Sasha, who was already half exposed. “Let’s see some real ones as well, and don’t worry ladies you’ll all get your shot, to show what you gut.”

I instantly realized I was going to get to see all of their tits, I cringed knowing my mom would be last, but it was Sasha’s turn now. Sasha just shook her head and finished removing her shirt. She moved to the table, unsnapped her bra and placed it on the table. I couldn't believe it, her left tit was so close to my face. I heard her groan and whimper, (please) and then she was shoved back in line. As she turned around I noticed her right nipple was wet with saliva, as it looked like Rocky wanted a little taste as well.

Sahsa had large breasts that hung just a little lower than Farrar’s fake ones, but were never the less impressive. The only thing about Sasha that I really couldn’t understand, was the tattoos that she sported on her left breast, right shoulder and lower back. “Why would such a beautiful woman want to paint her body with ink?” I asked myself.

It was a quick thought though, as Kim Davis was up next. As traumatic as this was, I know it must have pissed her off more that I was there, while this was happening to her, and judging by the dirty look she gave me, I guess I was right. I was also surprised that her mother didn’t even try to stop him, or her.

I watched every step she made, after taking off her T- shirt, that left her tits bare, since she never wore a bra. She never wore one probably because she didn’t need too, her medium sized tits stood high and proud, while her nipples were just slightly puffy, and stood upright, and probably because she was just a little bit of a cock-tease. 

Kim returned to the line up and tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but Rocky was having none of that, as he quickly yelled at her. Her hands slowly dropped to her side, while her eyes burned a hole though me, but I just stared back at her perky tits. She even tried to cover them with her soft brown hair, but it just wasn’t quite long enough, much too my glee.

Kim’s mother went next. She looked a little confused, as she was the only one of the women that was wearing a one-piece dress. She was ordered to take it off and put it on the table. While she was there, Rocky slipped her bra off too and I watched as he pulled on her long pinkish nipples. When she returned to the line I could see that her nipples had become erect, at least they looked it. I know it’s a cliché, but they looked just like two long pink pencil erasers. When I looked at her face, she looked down at the floor in embarrassment, and then it was my turn for embarrassment. I looked away when my mother started to remove her blouse and bra. As excited as I was about seeing the other four women strip, it was killing me inside, that my mother had to go through this too. I tried to show her some respect when she returned to the line, focusing my gaze on the other women. I also knew that she had to be embarrassed to be topless in front of her son.

“Hell, I had Farrar’s large fun bags right in front of me,” I thought, before I also noticed my tented pants. “Jesus, I only hope my mother didn’t notice my erection, under my sweatpants, when she walked by,” I cringed, because there really wasn’t a whole lot I could do to hide it. 

The phone suddenly rang and everyone in the room seemingly jumped. Psycho answered the phone and seemed relived, so I hopped it was the other men. She hung up and whispered something into Rocky’s ear. Everyone watched as a sly smile came across his lips. 


‘Ok ladies, good news, my buddies are on their way back, seems like your blonde friend came through after all,” Rocky said and the women let out a collective sigh of relief, although it was short lived. “But we still gut some time,” he said with a laugh. “So why don’t we just strip off the rest, girls!”

A chorus of protest, from the women, followed, but Rocky just went down the line and told each woman to strip naked. He just stood, with folded arms, in front of them when he was done.

The women all looked at him with pleading eyes. Seemingly they were all ignored by Rocky, who just snapped his fingers and told them to strip again, even their panties. The women were looking at each other, like they were afraid to make the first move. Rocky suddenly snapped to attention and clapped his hands together loudly!

This seemed to startled the women. I know it did me, and I watched as they started to strip off the rest of their clothes, which also startled me. Honestly I didn’t know which one to watch. One by one, they placed the rest of their clothes, on the desk next to me. Each one using their clothes, as a shield, the best they could until Rocky ordered them back into line. Slowly, they were all back in line, all naked now, except for shoes and stockings, as he was nice enough to let them leave them on. Rocky was rubbing his chin like he was contemplating his next move, while the women were all doing their best to cover their now naked bodies, with their hands and arms.

“You bitches look silly...Put your fucking hands on your head,” Rocky suddenly barked out, “and spread them legs apart!”




Paradise



The women all seemed to gasp and were slow to comply, but soon enough, all of them were into position. Rocky, using some growls and scowls, to get them to act. I was glad my mother was on the far end of the line, because I really didn’t need to see my mom naked, never mind in this position, but I couldn’t help but notice that she was, except for her thigh high white lace stockings.

I quickly refocused my eyes, as right in front of me was Farrar’s fabulous body, in all its glory. So close, I couldn’t help but notice that she was a natural red head, although her pubic hair was sparse, I could even make out her pussy lips, which were slightly hanging down from her body.

Rocky began to circle the women, while he circled them, he would stop and make the one he choose, put their hands on their knees, so as he said, “he could check them out from behind.”

I totally forgot about trying to hide the fact that I was watching the show now. I figured they pretty much all had to have noticed my erection that tented the front of my sweat pants by now. As much as that embarrassed me, it just wasn’t going away. Rocky’s perverse actions weren’t helping either.

With Rocky behind Kim’s mother, I suddenly noticed that Sasha wasn’t a natural blonde, but she had shaved most of her pubic hair off, leaving just a small patch above her pubic mound. Kim, was a swimmer, so I wasn’t surprised to see that her pussy was shaved completely bald, although her mother gasped, when she first saw this. Kim’s mother had a dark full bush, so she probably never even thought of shaving hers. 

I watched as Kim was forced by Rocky to lean over next. I must say I loved the way her breasts hung from her body in that position, and the way Rocky playfully slapped them, making them quiver lewdly. Sasha was next to bend over, Rocky gave her ass several playful slaps, which produced audible moans, while her tits were jiggling with every stroke. 

Farra was the last woman left standing. When Rocky stood behind Farrar. My face felt like it was on fire. “If he made her bend forward,” but before I could even finish thinking about it, Rocky placed his hand on her back and Farrar began to bend over. She tried to stop him, but Rocky slapped her ass, a lot harder than he did with Sasha. She bent down and rested her hands on her knees. Her breasts were almost brushing my knees. Her red hair almost tickling my face. Her face almost rested upon my throbbing prick. He was taking his sweet time with his inspection. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, as he knelt down behind her, but her torso was thrusting back and forward, and honestly so was I.

I was just about to lose it, when he quickly stood up and so did Farrar. She flashed me a dirty look, and gave me the finger, which Rocky must have saw. “What was that for?” Rocky asked, before Farra snapped. “The fucking perverts got a hardon and he tried.”

“He’s got a hardon, I got a hardon, heck Psycho would have one too, if she had a dick!” Rocky interrupted, he was also caressing Farrar’s tits from behind her. 

“Isn’t that why you got these, to turn on men?” He hissed.

“No,” Farrar quickly shot back.

“Then women?” Rocky replied.

“Fuck no!” Farrar quickly responded. 

“I bet you just love to eat pussy,” Rocky teased. “I bet.”

“Fuck you, I ain’t no dyke,” Farrar shot in with.

“So you like dick then?” Rocky quickly asked.

“Yes I do,” Farrar quickly responded.

“So if you like dick, then help the dude out,” Rocky said with a chuckle, as he let go of Farrar’s tits. “Plus it looks painful.”

“What! Wait! Hey no fair you tricked me,” Farrar hissed as Rocky moved behind Sasha. Still laughing, Rocky put his arm on Sasha's shoulder and whispered something into her ear. She turned her head back and looked him in the eyes, before she looked down at the floor. I was stunned as I watched, as she knelt down in front of Rocky and slowly undid his jeans, before she pulled them down.

“You see Blondie here ain’t no cock-tease. She wouldn’t leave a guy hanging,” Rocky barked, “and if there’s one thing that I hate, it’s a fucking cock-tease.”

“But I don’t,” Farrar managed, before she was cut off by Rocky‘s voice. “Just do what you want, we all have to live with the decisions we make,” Rocky moaned, his face signaling that he was obviously enjoying Sasha’s mouth. 

Farrar just stood in front of me, as if she was trying to make up her mind. The other three woman were standing back up now and were back to hiding their bodies. Each of them seemed just as shocked at Sasha’s cock sucking as I was, or maybe they were praying that they weren’t next. Farrar looked into my eyes, and then down to my crotch. 

My heart was racing. “Is she goanna do it?’ I thought. “I mean is she going to suck my cock too? Right here in front of everyone? In front of my mom?”

Farrar seemed torn, she suddenly walked over to my mother. They seemed to be discussing it. Mrs. Davis even joined in the discussion. I couldn‘t believe it, I wondered what were they actually talking about? Rocky seemed to be amused by the whole thing, but didn’t break it up. His only response was to grab Kim by the arm and guide her to her knees, right next to Sasha.

After what seemed like forever, I was get extremely nervous. It didn’t help matters much that Psycho was now sitting on the desk right besides me. She also started running her fingers through my hair and was blowing in my ear.

I watched, as Sasha seemed to be showing Kim how to give Rocky head. I’ll admit this really turned me on now, because it was Kim, and I figured a girl like Kim, would never even dream of putting a cock in her mouth. I also couldn’t believe she was sucking cock in front of her mother, who quickly looked away when she saw what her daughter was doing.

“Oh my god, maybe he will make Kim do that to me too?” I suddenly, selfishly thought. 

I was snapped out of my perverted thought, by the three women braking up their meeting, as they walked over to psycho and I. My mom using the other women to shield her nudity from me.

“I think we figured out where this is all heading,” Mrs. Davis spoke first, looking at psycho. “Can I get your assurance that we won’t get hurt, or our loved ones?”

Psycho interrupted her with a sarcastic laugh. “What’s this, Let’s Make a Fucking Deal?” She managed in between laughs. “I don’t care what you do. It’s Rocky that you have worry about, although he is a little busy right now.” 

I glanced over, as did everyone else, and I couldn’t believe it, Rocky was now fucking Kim from behind, ala doggy-style, while she was actually licking Sasha’s pussy. I was stunned, plus I almost lost it right there. While Farrar and my mom seemed to be comforting Kim’s mom, who was none to happy about this, but wasn‘t really frantic.

I was snapped from my awe, by Psycho biting my ear. “Although he does seems to have the right equipment, and if the Rock wouldn’t kill me, I’d take him for a spin myself,” Psycho said, as she reached down and gave my hardon a playful slap, which caused my whole body to shake.

“Please,” my mother begged. “Can we at least untie him?” 

I waited anxiously for the answer.

“Yah, I guess he ain’t going anywhere now,” Psycho finally answered.

I definitely felt relieved when Mrs. Davis untied my gag and then the electrical cord around me. Now free, I almost jumped up when Farrar knelt down in front of me. She looked up at my mother. “Are you sure, about this?” Farrar asked. 

I never heard my mother’s answer, but I didn’t have to, as my sweats and boxers were quickly pulled down in one swift motion. I gasped as my erection sprang free. I had to say if felt great to finally be free, from my confinements, although it was a little embarrassing to be exposed, in front of the other women, let alone my mom, in this condition, but I was way too stunned to say anything at that point, at least anything coherent.

Farrar’s hand wrapped around my cock tightly and pulled it forward, and I slid forward with it. I watched in amazement, as Farrar’s tongue made its first contact. I looked for my mom, over my left shoulder. I mean I was thinking, “did she really give Farrar permission to do this to me?” But I really didn’t need the answer, besides Mrs. Davis blocked my view. 

“Promise me that you will never tell anyone about this, ever,” Mrs. Davis suddenly hissed into my ear.

I promised, but she made me promise several more times, holding my face by the cheeks. The only thing good about it, was it took my mind off of Farrar's increasing suction for a second, as I was doing my best not to lose it. Even in this situation, I definitely wanted to enjoy my first blowjob for as long as I could. I knew I would probably never have this chance with Farrar again. Farrar even used a slower technique, almost like she could read my mind, but it was still quite erotic, it was like she was making love to my cock. 

“Don’t just stand there, help her out,” Psycho hissed at Mrs. Davis.

“Me, what do you mean?” Mr. Davis mumbled.

“C’mon this was your idea,” Farrar came back with, stopping her blowjob for a second, my slimy cock still in her hand.

“Well, I just didn’t want him going around school, you know, telling, for my daughter’s sake,” Mrs. Davis mumbled. As she said this I watched Sasha and her daughter change places. I was thinking that it was weird, they didn’t seem to be in much distress now, no tears, no sobbing, they almost seemed to be enjoying it. I watched as Sasha quickly dove into Kim’s pussy and Rocky quickly drove into Sasha’s backside. Kim wore an almost euphoric look on her face. She was even moaning for Sasha to eat her pussy.

I was startled by Kim’s mom grabbing my cheeks again. After promising one more time to her, not to tell, she leaned forward at the waist and took the head of my cock in her mouth, that was still being held by Farrar. I had to say it was pretty thrilling to have this older woman’s lips wrapped around my cock. Mrs. Davis started slowly at first, then increased her speed. She used her tongue in a swirling motion as she bobbed her head up and down. I also couldn’t help but play with her nipple, as it laid in my hand. I also couldn’t help but watch her daughter get her pussy eaten. Mrs. Daxis suddenly stopped and Farrar went back to work, then they switched back and forth, giving me a second or two in between them, so I was hanging in there. 

My mother’s stocking covered legs, suddenly caught the corner of my eyes. I turned to the left and Psycho flashed me a wicked smile. My mother was lying flat on her back, on the desk next to Psycho, her legs dangling of the side, but the reason for Psycho’s smile, must have been the fact that her left hand was buried in between my mom’s legs. I quickly turned forward and tried to put it out of my head. I guess it could have been a lot worse for her at that point, besides I had two women fighting over my cock.

“Hey Big Red, use your fake boobs to titty fuck him,” Psycho hissed. “Plus he looks like he going to blow soon. I’m surprised he made it this long.”

Well that made two of us. I really didn’t know what a titty fuck was all about, at that point, but I soon found out. Farrar slid up my body and started to wrap her tits around my dick. Mrs. Davis also stood up, wiping some saliva from her chin.

“Hey, at least let him suck-on’em, before he fucks’em... Don’t you know anything?” Psycho hissed.

Farrar started to protest, but as she stood all the way up, she grabbed the back of my chair. This left her tits dangling in front of my face. I quickly seized the opportunity and engulfed one of her large nipples. I sucked on it the best I could as I heard Psycho’s encouragement. I also reached up with my hands and milked them, as I alternated back and forth between the two. I could hear Farrar's voice, but couldn't or didn’t want to make out what she was saying, but she wasn‘t pulling away.

Finally she slid down and wrapped her tits around my pulsating shaft. Using her hands to squeeze them together, she slid her tits up and down, over my cock. It was a great feeling and it looked great too. The combination of the two quickly brought me to the brink. Farrar let go of her tits and griped my cock with her hand and began jacking me off. I blasted a shot of cum up on her chin and then some over her bobbing breasts, as she continued to milk out the rest of my cum, until it became too ticklish and I reluctantly pulled her hand away. 

“That was the best feeling, I had ever experienced, in my short life,” I remember thinking.

I sunk back in my chair, stunned from the day’s events, so far. I watched as Farrar used a towel to clean herself off. She then helped clean Sasha’s face off, as she was the obvious recipient of a facial from Rocky. 

I could hear some soft moans coming from behind me. Almost instinctively, I turned a bit and saw that Kim’s moms mouth had replaced Psychos hand, in between my mother’s legs. I quickly turned away as my stomach turned. I don’t know if the two older woman were doing this under distress or not, but they sounded like they were definitely caught up in the moment. 

Rocky and Psycho were watching the show, but Kim like myself couldn’t bare to watch, as she held her face in her hands. The moaning grew louder, until I heard my mom scream out in ecstasy.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. “Hey kid, how was Big Red, did she suck like a pro?” Rocky asked. I was a little stunned by his question, I figured he was going to make some crude comment about my mom too. I was also stunned to hear Mrs. Davis ask my mom to return the favor.

Rocky didn’t wait for my answer, instead he just snapped his fingers and Farrar quickly dropped to her knees and took Rocky’s slimy cock into her mouth. I must say the power he had over these women was immense. He then told me to stand up next to Farrar. To say this made me nervous, would be an understatement, as I still had no idea what Rocky had in mind. I trembled into position. Rocky must have sensed my apprehension, because he broke out laughing. 

“Hey dude, I'm a lot of things, but I ain’t no fag,” Rocky said with a chuckle. “I just thought you might like some more too, seeing as your flag is at half-staff.”

I instinctively covered my growing cock with my hands, which brought more laughs from Rocky. He whispered something into Kim’s ear and she rolled her eyes, before she slowly dropped next to Farrar, who held Rocky’s cock in her hand. I watched, with a twinge of jealousy, as Kim opened her small mouth and slowly went to work. 

Farrar and Kim, both took turns sucking on Rocky large cock. It felt a bit strange being so close, and watching this. Then again I knew what was going on behind me and the thought of my mother, doing what she was doing, wasn’t making me feel much better.

After a few minutes of this, Rocky grabbed Farrar's ample red hair and began thrusting forward, seemingly fucking Farrar's mouth. 

“Kim that was a little better this time, now why don’t you show my new friend what you’ve learned,” Rocky said, while looking at me. 

My blood pressure soared, and well, that wasn’t all that soared. But Kim was none too happy about this and started to protest. She even begged Rocky to fuck her face too, but Rocky just said, “she wasn’t ready for that yet and to get.” 

She stood up and slid behind Rocky, before she knelt down in front of me. I took my hands away from my cock, which was pointing at the ceiling at this point. Kim simply looked at it for a bit. I could tell she was wavering. She would open her mouth like she was, but then she would pull her head back. I’ll tell yah, this was inadvertently driving me crazy, here is the best piece of ass in my school, on her knees, buck naked, her lips just inches away from my throbbing cock, her hot breath tickling my balls, yet she just couldn’t seem to take that finale step. 

This was a just a little too much for me, I reached out and grabbed the top of Kim’s head and pressed my cock against her lips, until I finally found my way in her hot little mouth. I followed Rocky’s lead and began fucking Kim's face, (ready or not,) only not as forcefully. I have to say the feeling of power was immense. I had a little better understanding of the way Rocky must have been feeling at this point. 

Kim wasn’t helping out much, but just the fact that I was pond scum in her eyes and yet here I was, with my cock in her mouth, pumping away, was bringing me to that point again, a lot faster than I wanted, so I again followed Rocky’s lead. I noticed that Rocky was now fucking Farrar doggie style, (I guess that was his favorite position,) right next to me, so I figured it was time for some fucking. Since I only knew one position at the time, I helped Kim into it, the classic missionary position, although it took a little work to get her into place, because Kim was none too happy about this either. 

It took a few tries, but I finally found my target and slid into Kim‘s hot and wet pussy. I started slowly at first, using small strokes, trying to regain my composer, while trying to make this last, because I figured this would be my one and only shot with Kim. Judging by the fact that she told me several times, how she would kill me when this was over, as I fucked her, which only added fuel to my fire, as I increased the sped and tempo of my fucking.

I think Kim was trying to remain emotionless, but would let out a moan here and there, as the hard floor was offering no give to my down thrusts. When I would get to close to coming, I would take a brief pause to suck on Kim’s perky tits. Kim would turn away from my attempts at lip kissing, so I would suck on her neck instead, as I pumped away. We were going at it pretty good for a little while now, I had worked up a good sweat. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, as much as I wanted to fuck Kim's tight pussy forever.

Out of my left eye, I watched as Rocky fucked Farrar’s tits, that I had enjoyed so much earlier. He pulled away and blasted a shot of cum over Farrar's face, followed by several smaller ones, which landed on her tits, which he went back to fucking. I never really thought about coming on a woman's face, before today, (I only thought they did that in pornos.) 

Emulating my hero, once again, I pulled out of Kim’s hot pussy and scooted up so that I was sitting on her chest. I grabbed my cock and pumped away. OK, it only took a couple of strokes to bring on my second orgasm of the day. A blast of cum erupted from my cock, which was sent flying onto Kim's panicked stricken face, and some of it landed on her chin and neck. I rubbed the rest on her left nipple, before reluctantly rolling off her, simply exhausted. Kim called me every name in the book at that point. Rocky on the other hand just gave me a high five, while he moaned. “Nice fucking shot.” 

Sasha, who had dressed and was watching us from the office chair, came over with the towel and helped Kim and Farrar clean up. As I sat up, facing the desk, Mrs. Davis was lying on top of my mother; they were locked in a warm embrace, kissing. I was thinking, “what’s up with them?”

Rocky was getting dressed. I watched the women dig though the pile of clothes, before getting dressed myself. The room was eerily quite and it was very strange. Once dressed, Rocky turned to me and gave me a wink, to which I instinctively returned a smile. I watched as Sahsa gave Rocky a surprisingly big kiss, before they walked, arm and arm, out the door, followed quickly by Psycho and Farrar, who were giggling away, and just like that they were gone. The whole thing seemed way too strange. 

“What the fuck is going on, weren't they waiting for their buddies to get back?” I asked myself. “And why are Sasha and Farrar leaving with them?” I must have worn a puzzled look on my face. Something just wasn’t right. They didn’t even take the bag with the jewelry in it. 




Paradise



I turned my gaze to the three women left. My mom was glowing, she seemed a little too happy, as she was helping Mrs. Davis fix her hair and makeup. They then turned their attention to Kim, I suddenly felt strangely isolated. 

“Mom,” Kim groaned, breaking the silence, “the little pervert over there, came in my face. and he even got some in my hair.” To which, Mrs. Davis flashed me a dirty look. In fact they all did. I didn’t know what to say. The way the three women were looking at me, what could I say?

“I know honey, that wasn’t part of the plan.” Mrs. Davis said, while hugging Kim. 

It took a couple of seconds for it to hit me. “Plan; plan, wait a sec, what the fuck is she talking about?” I thought, before Mrs. Davis motioned for me to come closer.

“You’ve been a naughty boy. I think we need to teach you a lesson or two, in respect,” she hissed. I looked to my mom for help, but she just told me to listen to Mrs. Davis. 

“Since you had your fun with my daughter here today, tonight my daughter will have her way with you, you will do whatever she tells you to, or you will deal with us,” Mrs. Davis said before Kim interrupted. “Wipe that stupid grin of you face, your not gonna like it that much, you fucking asshole!” She barked.

“Don’t scare the poor boy, at least not yet,” her mother laughed.

My mother leaned over and put her arm around me. “Don’t worry son, I’ll explain it to yah in the car,” she said, before we all left the hair salon together, my head still spinning.

Mrs. Davis locked the door behind her, as she was the last one out of the hair salon. I kinda wondered why she had the key. We all got into our car, but Mrs. Davis drove, as my mother did her best to explain today's events. She seemed to have trouble looking at me as she told me the story. 

Here is what she told me. Sasha and Farrar both hated the older woman who owned the salon, so when she and her husband needed quick cash to pay off a gambling dept, Sasha and Farrar were more than happy to give them Rocky’s number. Rocky as it turns out was the leader of a small biker gang that they were both part off. They figured the owner and her husband would never be able to pay it back, they figured right.

My mother and Mrs. Davis on the other hand, had become good friends, as they shared the same hair appointment times. They were both divorced, although Mrs. Davis still wore her wedding ring, to keep men away, she said, and they were both a bit lonely. 

Well one night Sasha, Farrar, Mrs. Davis and my mom all went out drinking and that's when they came up with their plan. Rocky would force the owner to sell the salon over to Sasha and Farrar. She would also have to “service” the rest of the gang, back at their clubhouse, just for fun.

This part of the story kinda made sense to me, but I still couldn’t figure out the whole group sex thing, so I asked.

Mrs. Davis interrupted and took it from that point. 

“Sasha and Farrar did most of the planning. They were into force fantasies. They made it sound so exciting, plus maybe the booze was kicking in at that point, so me and your mom agreed to take part, although it was pretty stupid of us, we even try to get out of it but,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “They made it sound so simple. Rocky would make us pair off, me and your mom, since we were already lovers at that point, we agreed.”

I looked at my mother in shock, and she quickly mumbled. “I’m sorry... I didn’t tell yah, I just...couldn’t.”

“You and Farrar,” Kim’s mom continued. “Now don’t be embarrassed, but everyone knew that you had the hots for her, so we knew this wouldn’t be a problem for you, although Farrar wasn‘t that thrilled.”

I again looked at my mother in shock. 

“I just thought you might be lonely too...I don’t know what I was thinking?” my mom said, as her voice trailed off. 

Sasha and my daughter, who had told me about her fantasies, about being with another woman, when I told her about your mother and me, so when I asked if she wanted take part, I mean, be with Sasha, she jumped at it.”

“But you didn’t tell me that I was going to have to strip naked and have sex with men, especially him,” Kim interrupted her mom, while looking at me.

“I’m sorry about that honey, we should have known that things don’t always go as planed. There’s some things they didn’t even tell us about. They didn‘t tell us about the stripping thing and the fondling part, but you have to admit, it was pretty exciting. My heart hasn‘t raced that hard in years,” Mrs. Davis said, before she moaned. “I just think Rocky got a little carried away.”

“He’s not the only one,” Kim said, again flashing me an evil look.

“Well there’s nothing we can do about Rocky now, but tonight we can teach him some manners,” Mrs. Davis said, and the three women broke out into laughter.

I instantly felt out numbered and I guess things made a little more sense to me at that point. I probably should have been a little more shocked by the whole (plan thing), and the whole (my moms a lesbian now thing.) I don’t know why I wasn’t. 

It might have been that I had just had the time of my life. I also still didn’t know what they had in store for me at that point, but I could only figure that I was in for a long night.

The End.

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Paradise



As the sun begins to slowly rise over the ocean, a light breeze ruffles the tree fronds and the birds begin to sing softly, not wanting to disturb the tranquility. I slip out of your arms, where I have been resting snuggly all night, and pad barefooted out to take care of Mother Nature's insistent urge. 

As I crawl back into our swinging hammock bed, you stretch and reach for me, opening your eyes slowly as I cradle your head against my breast, my arms around your shoulders. I settle down under the weight of your head, your leg thrown over mine, as you lazily run your hand over my bare skin. 

As your fingers softly caress the skin on my belly, your breath caresses my nipples, causing an immediate reaction. Your hand comes up to cup my breast, and you kiss the nearest nipple, running your tongue around it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking it into a rigid peak. 

My hand slides down your arm, to cover your hand, gently kneading my breast. The reaction of your body to mine is beautifully evident, throbbing hotly against my leg. I reach for it, wrapping my fingers around the hot, silky skin of your manhood, slowly sliding my hand down the shaft. 

As I gently squeeze it, you raise up, leaning over me, looking into my eyes. I can see the passion building in your eyes, causing me to catch my breath as you lean down to kiss my lips. Cupping your cheek with my other hand, I draw your face closer, never looking away from your eyes, as your lips touch mine, softly at first, then with great urgency as our eyes close and we lose ourselves in each other.

My mouth opens slightly as your tongue traces my lips, then slides between them to dance with mine. After a long, slow, passionate kiss, you shift positions again, and I moan with disappointment at losing the hold I have on you, my hands gliding up your back to tickle the hairs at the nape of your neck. 

You begin a torturously slow trek down my body, stopping to linger at strategic point along the way. My hands alternately cup your face and follow your hands, urging them along while holding them back. Your hands reach my thighs, and once there, they tease and tickle, dancing around on my skin, promising much, but holding back for a little longer. 

As your lips reach the spots warmed by your fingers, I catch my breath in anticipation, only to be teased yet again. Your lips are warm against my thigh, your breath ruffling the hair between my legs as I strain against you, urging you on. 

Your hands slide under me, cupping my butt cheeks, then slide down my thighs, to lift my legs up over your shoulders. Your eyes meet mine and hold them with your stare as your tongue touches my most intimate parts for the first time. As I suck in my breath, my eyes slowly close, and I savor the touch and feel of your tongue and lips. 

The passion heats up as my hips begin to move with the rhythm of your tongue darting in and out. Your hands hold my gyrating hips up, as you bury your face in my warm, wet softness, your tongue seeking out and finding every crevice. 

It only takes an agonizing few minutes for the flicking of your tongue to bring me to the edge of ecstasy. As my body pulsates and the muscles constrict, your tongue laps at the very essence of me and touches my very core. After what seems an eternity, as my muscles begin to relax, you raise your head and smile into my eyes.

I reach down and cradle your face in my hands, drawing you to me, kissing your lips and, savoring the taste of myself as you position yourself over me. As you enter me, I suck your tongue into my mouth, sucking on it in, matching the thrust and retreat of your manhood inside me. I pull my knees up to give you more room to maneuver, and grab your cheeks to pull you tighter into me. My hips push up to meet every thrust as the passion races through us both. 

As you build to a climax, my inner muscles begin to pulsate, grabbing and releasing, until we both reach a shuttering orgasm, together. All the sounds around us are obliterated by the crashing waves of passion washing over us. 

As our senses return, we notice the birds are singing gloriously, the sun is shining brilliantly, and the tranquility has given way to a new day. After one last passionate kiss, I disentangle myself from your arms and legs, and head the nearest watering hole to clean up.

The plants and flowers around the pond are in full bloom, the colors coming from God's own pallet. The water is crystal clear, the temperature just a smidgen above icy cold. It is deep in the middle, and I dive in, resurfacing with a gasp as the cold water hits every part of my heated body. 

After a short swim, I climb up on a low rock, stretch out on my belly and start sunning myself in the golden rays. I begin dozing as the warmth of the sun penetrates my skin, making me relax completely. I completely lose track of time, my mind wanders where it will. 

Suddenly, a shadow crosses over me, and sparkling droplets of cold water hit my warmed skin, making me gasp again. As I open my eyes, I feel your breath on my neck, then your lips, as you taste the skin just under my left ear, sending a chill through my entire body. I turn over slightly and pull you down to meet my lips, my tongue tracing your lips before they melt together in a long slow kiss.

I swing my legs around to sit up, stretching my legs out in front of me over the edge of the rock, and pull you closer, to stand between my knees. My head is level with your chest, and I run my hands over your skin, feeling the texture of the hair and skin under my fingers. I tilt my head back and place a warm kiss at the base of your throat, and make a trail of kisses down your chest to your nipples. 

One at a time, I kiss each of them, flicking them with my tongue, teasing them with my fingers. My fingers skim over your ribs, down the sides of your chest and around your waist. As I lean against your chest, you take a couple of steps back, and I slide down on my knees in front of you. 

You lean against the tree standing behind you, and tangle your hands in my hair. My tongue circles your belly button and trails down to the sensitive area at your hip. I reach for your manhood and look up to see your eyes as I flick my tongue around the tip of your still slightly soft erection. 

My tongue glides down the length of the underside, then back around on the top. I watch your face as my lips open to cover the tip, and slide slowly down the shaft. As your shaft grows harder, the tip hits the back of my throat, your eyes roll back and slowly close, and your hands hold my head firmly against you. 

I begin gently sucking, moving my head back and forth, one hand behind you, cupping your butt cheek, the other gently massaging your balls. As it reaches full extension I begin to pump it in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, then building up speed as the blood encourages it and it becomes hard as a rock. I pull back, and let go with my mouth, and turn my back to you. 

Your hands slide around me to cup my breasts as I lean back against your chest. I spread my legs and reach between them, finding your still rock hard appendage and guiding it to the opening waiting between my legs. 

It slides in easily, and we begin pumping slowly together, your hands kneading my breast, you mouth caressing my neck and shoulders. Your right hand slides down my belly to stimulate my exposed clit, circling and rubbing as my hips gyrate against you. I lean forward, placing my hands on the rock, and you grab my hips, thrusting hard into me, your balls slapping against the back of my legs. 

As your body begins to stiffen with the impending orgasm, I pull away from you and spin around to sit on the rock. I take your throbbing member into my mouth again, and pump it in and out. With your hands tangled in my hair, your hips take over the rhythm, and I let you thrust in and out at your own pace, building to a skyrocketing climax. 

My right hand cups your balls and my middle finger teases your anus, pushing in slightly past the tight muscle surrounding it. My left hand finds my own warm soft spot, and my fingers massage and thrust in time with your hips. My orgasm makes my body shutter and my lips tighten around you. Your member begins to pulsate and jerk and you stand ridged as I suck the life giving fluid from you, your hand at my throat to feel the muscles as I swallow every last drop. 

I keep sucking until you are flaccid, and can't stand the teasing any more. You push me back on the rock and lick all the juice seeping from me before passionately kissing me again. As the fire in us dies to a glowing ember, we jump in the icy pond, swimming and playing around like kids again.



Paradise at Home



I knew what they were going to do. I was sitting on the divan skimming through a pornographic magazine as they approached, wearing only their pyjama shorts. I could see their stiff pricks ready for action pushing against the thin cotton.

They sat on either side of me, and Dennis, who was always the spokesman said, "You know what we're going to do to you, don't you?"

"Yes, I replied, "and about time too, you've kept me waiting long enough."

"We're going to fuck you to death," he boasted.

I didn't respond to that, but smiling inwardly I thought, "You can try, but I doubt if you'll succeeded. Plenty or others have promised me that, but it's they who've been nearly fucked to death."

It's true, I love sex, I need sex, and if I had my wish I'd do nothing but engage in sex. 

Dennis started to remove my blouse while Ted got to work on my skirt. Off came the skirt and off came my blouse, to reveal my breasts – the breasts that had started it all years before.

I knew my breasts were beautiful, large, with pink nipples like strawberry ice cream. It was the church choir master who initiated me. 

Of course I needed "special rehearsal" for my solo next Sunday, so, "Would you mind staying for a bit after the rest of the choir has gone?"

Like now I knew what was coming, and welcomed it. He took me on the vestry floor.

"It'll hurt the first time," he said, "but after that you'll really enjoy it."

He was certainly a prophet in both respects. It hurt the first time, but after that I did really enjoy it. After that first time I couldn't get enough, and have never had enough.

It was he who taught me how to strengthen my vaginal muscle so as to suck him into me and then grip him until he howled with ecstasy. He also taught me about oral sex and I sometimes wonder if he came to regret that lesson. I used to sit across him and make him lick and suck me until I came and covered his face with my love juice. 

Of course I was always fair, and sucked him off frequently, letting him unburden those great testicles of his into my mouth. I knew there was no chance of ever getting married to him because he was already married and his wife held the purse strings. Next to sex it was money he loved, or perhaps it was the other way round. 

In my case there was ambivalence. I too wanted money but I also wanted sex, lots of it.

That's where old Hector came in, poor guy.

He was a member of the choir, and it was quite clear that he was enamoured, in a dog-like devotion sort of way. He was about fifteen years older than me and far from being a great sex symbol.

Glasses like the bottom of coke bottles; balding and with an already bulging stomach and false teeth, he had one distinct advantage; he was an accountant with a lot, and I mean a lot, of money.

I had a battle with him. I practically had to rape him. He was a virgin, so I was gentle with him, only giving him the suck in and squeeze with my vagina. That had him going, but only for a while. 

Poor guy; I've never been sure whether it was Hector or the choir master who gave me the twins, but it was Hector who made me a respectable woman of me and married me.

After that, I had the money, I had the time, but I didn't have the sex –- or at least, not with Hector. 

This absence of sensual gratification was easily over come. Over the years the choir master and other guys from the church congregation would visit, and that included two of our ministers.

It was all going very well, but the trouble was, none of them had the stamina to keep up with me.

No doubt you'd say I am a sex maniac; I simply say I enjoy lots of sex.

The strange thing is, that apart from the my breasts and my ability to make guys howl when I suck them into me, I don't think I'm a particularly good looking woman. Yet somehow guys seem to know that I am that sort of woman, and since they seemed to get little gratification from their wives, they got their pleasure from me.

And here's another strange thing; I'm sure Hector had no idea what went on when he wasn't around. There were a few close calls, with lovers fleeing out the backdoor while Hector came in the front door. If he did know about my shenanigans he never said anything, and perhaps he was just relieved that I didn't bother him for sex.

Hector might not have known, but eventually the twins did. To some extent they worked it out in retrospect. While they were still kids I would often have men in the house while I hustled them out to play in the back garden. Once they got into their teen years they worked out what was happening.

They did actually walk in on me once when they were about sixteen. I was sitting on the kitchen table, my knickers on the floor, legs up and spread while the guy moaned into me. They walked in and then walked straight out, and the guy never knew because he shot his load into me with a most almighty yell that would have awakened a deaf person.

It was after that I noticed a change in the twins. It was not anything they said, but the way they looked at me. They were like a couple of hungry puppies. 

This went on for more than two years and the longer it went on, the more I became convinced that one day they were going to fuck me. They only had to look at me and they would get erections, and they made no attempts to try and hide them. I was getting the signals, but no action. 

I must admit that I'd just about given up on them when they made their move. I've never been sure why they made it when they did, but it was probably to do with Hector being away for a week. 

So at last it was happening. I hardly ever wore bras, being very proud of my breast that even at more than forty years of age, were still firm and still topped with my strawberry ice cream nipples.

Dennis got straight into sucking a nipple while I clutched his head to me. Ted had got my knickers off and was sampling my love juice. For all my previous experience I'd never had two at once, and with the promise of being "fucked to death," I was in paradise.

With Dennis trying to get my whole breast into his mouth, and Ted sucking my clitoris like a parched man being given a drink of water, I lay back and let them get on with it. 

It didn't take long. Ted had my legs spread wide, and he was pushing into me. I gave him the sucking and gripping treatment and that dragged a yell of delight from him.

Dennis surrendered my breast and put the tip of his penis against my mouth. I didn't need telling what he wanted. In a flash I was sucking and licking him, and getting very satisfactory yells from him.

My long experience with men had led me to believe I could outlast – or should I say out-fuck – any man. I was capable of multiple orgasms – in fact I'd go on having orgasms for as long as the guy could keep going. What I hadn't counted on was that Dennis and Ted were, as they say, "Chips off the old block," (My block, not Hector's or the choir master's). What's more, there were two of them and only one of me.

As I had my first orgasm Dennis shot his load into my mouth, and that was quickly followed by Ted emptying himself into my vagina.

I thought that would be the end of it for some time, but no. It took them only a few minutes to recover and to reverse positions. Dennis had his tongue in my now wet and sticky cunt while Ted enjoyed my penis sucking.

It took longer this time and I think I had about four orgasms before almost simultaneously they let loose their young sperm. 

For a while they lay back gasping for breath, so I thought, "Right, you young devils, I'll give you a bit of punishment."

I sat astride each one of them in turn, wiping my dripping cunt over their faces and having another couple of orgasms. 

I thought that would settle them for a while; I was wrong. I'd no sooner finished stuffing our mingled love juices into their mouths than they had me spreadeagled again, with Dennis working himself in me first, followed by Ted. 

"At last," I thought, "at last I'm getting the sort of loving I need."

When they had finished they still didn't give up, and I had them sucking on my nipples while I clutched them to me. 

I was still randy, but then, I nearly always am, so I challenged them, "Do it to me again if you can," and to my amazement, they did.

I didn't challenge them again after that because there seemed to be no need. I knew that I could take as much as they could give, but I wasn't sure how much more they could take.

Well, they might not have been able to produce any more sperm for a while, but that didn't stop them constantly exploring me, sucking, licking and biting me all over.

For the rest of the time Hector was away I really was in paradise. They couldn't leave me alone. The return of Hector did produce a bit of a problem. We did still occupy the marriage bed, and this rather curtailed my enjoyment with the twins. 

As I have said, Hector was quite happy for me to leave him alone sexually speaking. Not long after is return I said to him one night after failing to arouse him to action, "Hector, would you rather we slept apart?"

It was funny the way he made a token protest, while all the time I could tell how relieved he was. Without me he could sleep in peace, and that is how it fell out. 

While Hector sleeps the sleep of an accountant – no doubt dreaming of his profits – I spend many hours of the night entertaining my boys. This, I firmly believe, has proved satisfactory to all of us – except the men I used to entertain before the twins took over. Even I can't cope with all of them; not since the twins have proved they can give me all I need.

Just a word of warning; you can't rely completely on the contraceptive pill; or maybe I forgot to take it a few times. I don't really know who daddy is, but the doctor has warned me to expect twins.